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 Chapter 13

   Lauren Hastings woke with a pounding headache.  She wasn't much of a
drinker, but she knew what a hangover felt like, and this was much worse.
Her body ached all over as well.  Not just her muscles, but especially her
tits and crotch.  She had memories of having sex, but they were fuzzy.  She
remembered Ryan's face and knew she had sex with him, but she saw other
faces as well.  She didn't know if she had sex with anyone else but her
body hurt enough to make her think she might have.  What about Olivia she
suddenly thought?  Had anything happened to her while she was passed out?
She seemed fine and didn't give any indication that anything had happened
to her.

   Lauren crawled out of bed and looked at the clock; it was eight in the
morning!  She had slept well over twelve hours and still felt like shit. 
She went to check on Olivia to make sure she was okay.

   Olivia heard her mother knock on the door and panicked.  The last thing
she remembered was her neighbor, Reed Johnson sleeping in her bed with his
cock lodged between her legs.  She rolled over and saw that she was alone
and sighed audibly.

   "Come on in mom," she yelled out.

   "Hi honey, I just thought I'd check on you and make sure you're okay?"
her mother asked as she poked her head into her daughter's room, seeing her
daughter still cuddled up in her bed.

   "Of course, why do you ask?" Olivia replied, huddled under her covers,
naked as a jaybird, her hand cupped up against her crusty pussy.

   "Well, I don't feel very good and I think I passed out at that party.  I
think those guys put something in my drink and I wanted to make sure
nothing happened to you."

   "No, mom, nothing happened.  I think you just drank a lot.  I went to
check on you after I noticed you were gone for a while, and you were
sleeping on someone's bed.  We let you sleep it off for a while then some
of the guys carried you outside and shortly after that, you woke up."

   Lauren knew that much more than that happened, gratefully Olivia didn't
bear witness to the events that left her tits and pussy so tender.  She
closed the door to her daughter's bedroom door and headed for the bathroom.
"Oh my God, what if I'm pregnant?" she suddenly thought, knowing she wasn't
on any birth control.  When you haven't had sex in ten years, why worry
about taking any?  "What if he/they infected me with an STD?" A million
questions went through her head all at once.  She was still worried about
whether or not Olivia saw her having sex.  "She said she didn't, but she
might just be saying that so as not to embarrass me?" she wondered.  Lauren
was already planning on heading to the local drug store to pick up a home
pregnancy test and wondered if she should make an appointment with Dr
Sanders to have a blood test done and check to see if she were drugged, and
to check for STD's.  "That would be so embarrassing," she thought as denial
started setting in about the whole event.  She was more interested in
putting it all behind her and moving on.

   Olivia checked her cell phone hoping to see a text or missed call from
Reed.  She was disappointed when she woke up finding him gone, but relieved
that her mother hadn't found him in her bed.  She wasn't sure what her
feelings were for him.  He'd always been a bit of a father figure to her
since she'd never had a real dad, but when she woke up yesterday and found
him fucking her, she suddenly saw him in a new light.  He had threatened to
tell her mother with what she had been doing, and that put him in the same
category as his son, a blackmailer that just wanted to use her for sex. 
But he also treated her tenderly when they were alone together.  They were
mixed signals and she wasn't sure what they meant.

   He fixed up the meeting with the old man at the hotel last night, but
that had been more of an adventure.  He said it was up to her if she wanted
to have sex with him and the old man left it up to her as well.  It was her
choice, something Steve hadn't allowed her, free will, free choice.

   Then out by the pool last night, well that was just awesome.  He had
brought her some of the most intense orgasms she'd ever had and then made
her feel special by telling her he thought he might be in love with her. 
She was so confused; did she really have feelings for him?  She felt so
secure in his arms, as she fell asleep with him in her bed.  She wanted him
to be there when she woke in the morning, but he was gone.

   She could still smell his manliness in her sheets as she rolled over,
her breasts pressing up against where his prone form had been just hours
before.  She loved the way he fucked her, tender, but at the same time
vigorous enough to stir her animal lust for him.

   She checked her phone and she had nothing from Reed, nothing from Steve,
and nothing from Stacy.  There were texts from the guys from the church
again, they were relentless, but then again, considering the experience
they had enjoyed with her, you couldn't blame them.  Her beauty made her
look many years older than her actual age.  She had the body of a real-life
Barbie doll, and with her insatiable sexual appetite, she was worthy of
male obsession.

   She had her own obsession and it was feeding her appetite for sex and
the payoff was her earth-shattering orgasms.  With Reed's help, she had
discovered a new depth to her orgasms that she hadn't thought possible. 
His stimulation of her g-spot had brought her orgasm after orgasm, each one
becoming more powerful, they almost became painful they were so intense. 
She had to beg him to stop before she passed out from that many consecutive
orgasms.  His play with her uterus was completely different.  The intensity
was beyond pleasure and pain, they were all-consuming, it over-loaded her
mental and physical ability to deal with the surge and had knocked her out
cold the first time.  The second time she had held on, but barely.  She was
definitely going to have to investigate the boundaries of that sort of play
soon.  She wasn't sure if she had the fortitude to investigate it on her
own, likewise with some of the items in her box of toys.

   She was definitely curious about the piercing gun, but was scared to try
it out on herself.  Her brain had already figured out what body parts she
might be able to pierce with it.  She had seen the other women at the strip
club with pierced nipples, and she already had friends with pierced belly
buttons, but what intrigued her were the women at the strip club with the
piercings in their pussies.  She wasn't sure if she had the guts to try and
pierce herself.  Of all the things she had done to her body, or taken into
her body, piercing scared her the worst.  She was afraid of the pain,
afraid of the unknown.  When she had her ears pierced, they hurt, but it
was quick and temporary.  Her nipples were so sensitive and her clit
remarkably so; she couldn't imagine how much that would hurt, or if she
would take any pleasure from the act.  Still, she was intrigued by the
equipment at her finger tips.  What would it take for her to try to pierce
her own nipples?

   Olivia climbed back out of bed wondering what she would do today.  She
looked down at her naked form and grabbed her breasts wondering if they
were still growing.  They were beautiful and large, but if they got any
bigger, they might begin to look ridiculous on her small body.  Her
mother's were much larger than hers and they were gorgeous, but she was a
full grown woman and had the frame to carry them.  Still, when she felt
them, they might have grown a bit since even yesterday.  Steve had ruled
her world for nearly a week and her time had belonged to him.  This was the
first time since that first day that she hadn't received some type of
instruction from him before the day got started.  She was at a loss; she
had her sexual hunger that would need to be fed and without Steve's devious
plans, she would have to figure a plan out for herself.

   She got her day started with her pills and a hot shower and wondered if
she could spend a day like a normal pre-teen girl doing normal pre-teen
things, not a hormonally driven sex machine.

   She started out doing all the normal stuff, got dressed, had breakfast,
helped her mom clean the house.  But by ten o'clock, she found she was
continuously distracted by her growing urge to orgasm, and her urge to
"fix" herself with some of the heavily meth-spiked cream.  She didn't like
the thought of becoming dependent on drugs and fought to resist the urge to
use the cream, but it felt so good when combined with her sex.

   She puttered around looking for something else to distract her and was
finding her brain directing single-mindedly towards sexual gratification
and the enhanced feeling the drugs gave it.  She was going to have to take
care of herself quick.  Timing was everything as Olivia's mother announced
she was jumping into the shower.  Now was her chance to relieve herself as
she bolted to her room.  She stripped off her shorts and her g-string
underwear and plunged her hands into her crotch.  Her horny meter was
pegged at the red line and she hoped this "session" would bring the meter
down to a manageable level as her talented and now very experienced fingers
went to work.

   A few minutes later she had a "nice" orgasm which brought her some
degree of relief, but it wasn't the huge one she was looking for, needing
actually.  This day was going to be torture if she couldn't find some way
to relieve her horniness.  She tried calling Reed and got his voice mail,
cursing as she remembered he was at work today.  She called Stacy's number;
she could always be relied upon to come up with a crazy idea for getting
sex, but there was no answer.  She was getting desperate and called Steve
only to have him tell her he was planning on spending the day with Katy. 
"What's up with that?" she wondered.  Could it be he had found himself some
other object to focus his attention on?  That could be potentially bad for
her "need" fulfillment.  Sure she had her box of toys, and she had plans
for that already, but the Queen still needed the real thing and no latex
phallus could replace the feel of a hard cock spurting into her loins.

   Her options were running thin as there were only a few short hours left
before her mother had to go to work.  She went through them in her mind;
she could call Alfred, the guys from the church, or even Mr.  Mathews, he
had a deviant mind.  There were the phone numbers written on her ass from
the beach house party from yesterday.  She could try calling some of
Steve's buddies, they always seemed eager enough, or she could try
something "thrilling" as Reed put it.  Maybe go freelance and see what she
could find for herself?

   That intrigued her and got her juices flowing.  Yesterday at the beach
was the first time she had "found" her own men.  Up until then she had been
served up by Steve like a piece of meat on a platter, and in a way, forced
to have sex at his will.  Well, that wasn't necessarily true was it?  She
opted to go into the biker bar after Steve and Stacy had left her alone in
the car.  She willingly let those thirty or forty guys fuck her silly.  She
willingly jumped out of the car after that and fucked the bums in the
alley. It was depraved behavior; that she would debase herself to that
level, letting those dirty men stick their filthy cocks into her, even piss
on her, should be unthinkable, but she had loved it, loved everything about
it.  There should have been deep regret at such an unspeakable act, but
there was none.  She should have been worried about a hundred things,
pregnancy, disease, what if one of the guys got violent?  All those things
should have concerned her, but in the heat of the moment, all that mattered
was fulfilling her deepest and darkest desires.  She had seen what depths
men's sexual cravings went to, and she had met them all with her own,
cumming during those acts every time.  Nothing they had done to her yet had
pushed beyond the barriers she was willing to go to.

   Her mind was sinking down into those depths now thinking about some of
the deeds she had done for the sake of filling her insatiable desire.  Her
little orgasm had done nothing except fuel her desire for more, and she
needed more now.  She also heard her jar of cream calling out to her,
except she knew it wasn't the cream, but the drugs in the cream.  She
regretted putting all of her meth into the cream as the real stuff worked
faster, it went through her like a freight train.  Still, the cream had its
benefits too, it required her to rub her pussy to get it worked in, and
that in itself was reason enough.  She was going to need a fix soon, and
that was going to make her day that much more enjoyable.

   Her mind was working on a plan of what to do today when she suddenly
thought of the money Reed had given her last night.  She had been paid to
fuck that old man!  She quickly dug out the bills and started counting. 
The old man must have been loaded because there was a thousand dollars
there!  She could do just about anything she wanted.  She could get a cab,
go somewhere and do something crazy!  The possibilities ran through her
mind were endless.  Her mind focused on something other than sex for the
moment.  She could go shopping!  She could go buy clothes, she had some
super sexy stuff already but maybe she needed a whole wardrobe make-over!

   As her mind worked over the possibilities, it inevitably came back to
sex.  Maybe she needed more slutty outfits for Alfred's club?  Maybe she
needed more extreme toys?  Maybe she needed a visit back to the porn shop?
That gross old man saw through to her, down to her very essence.  He made
her cum by peeing down her throat.  Maybe it was time to explore her
limits, push the boundaries and see what there was to be learned.  She was
getting hot just from thinking about what that dirty old man could do to
her.  What worlds he could open up for her.  Olivia reached down and rubbed
her pussy; it was literally dripping, she was so turned on.  She heard the
shower stop and knew her mother would be out of the bathroom soon.

   Olivia pulled on her g-string and shorts and adjusted herself in the
mirror.  She scrutinized her reflection.  She wore a pink tank top over a
new Victoria's Secret bra that accented her curves.  Her flat tummy
enhanced the generous swell of her breasts.  The slight flair to her hips
gave her a shape more like a woman.  Her shapely, toned legs completed the
package.  She looked up and realized she hadn't done anything with her hair
yet or put on any makeup.  She had never really worn much before, just a
little lip gloss and some mascara usually.  She sat down and actually put
in an effort to do her make up as best she could with her limited supply.
She used her curling iron to put a little life into her naturally straight
blond hair and after fifteen minutes in front of the mirror, she was very
pleased with the results.  She could easily pass for sixteen with the way
she had done herself up.  Now, what to do?  "I'm all dressed and nowhere to
go, or is that no one to blow!  Ha, ha," she whispered out loud.  "Hmm,
seemed funnier in my head."

   Olivia's thoughts returned to sex, as they always did.  Her soaked
underwear were a constant reminder of her horny condition.  Her body was
calling out for the drugs and her pussy was calling out for attention, why
not kill two birds with one stone?  She walked over to where she had left
her beach bag and found the jar and opened the lid.  It had only been two
days since her refill and thankfully she had only used about a quarter of
the jar.  She dipped two fingers in and coated them liberally.  Reaching up
under the leg of her shorts, she was able to contact her g-string, albeit
not comfortably.  Maybe a skirt was in order for today, it certainly gave
her easy access when she needed it.  She was able to pull the g-string
aside with her free hand and gain access to her sex.  It felt great, but
the shorts were just too cumbersome.

   Frustrated, Olivia went to her drawer and looked for a skirt that she
could wear in public.  Sadly, none of the ones Steve had picked out fit
that description.  She loved the tight fitting clothing, but little of it
was practical, or could be worn in front of her mother.  That decided it,
she would go shopping today and pick out clothes she liked, stuff that
would be flirty and sexy, but more age appropriate for her than what Steve
liked.  Besides, it seemed like he'd lost interest in her anyway.  She had
mixed feelings about that.  She was glad he wasn't controlling her anymore,
but at the same time, he provided her with all the action she needed; and
her pussy had needed copious amounts of action over the last four or five
days.

   Olivia was feeling the need for another "fix" and decided she wanted to
get more of the cream into her pussy and the shorts were just getting in
the way.  Olivia unbuttoned the shorts and dropped them and the g-string to
the ground.  She decided to forego the g-string as the cream would only
make them gooey and it was much easier to go without these days.  She
plugged a good size dollop of cream into her hole and grabbed the first
tubular object she could find to push it home, her hairbrush handle.  Stacy
was right; it did fell pretty good and was a convenient size too.  Not
quite big enough, but good for her immediate needs.  The meth hit her
quickly; it must have been a pretty good dose as she suddenly felt swimmy
in the head, and sexy too.  Oh yeah, she was going to have to combine
shopping with "sexing" today.  "Damn that feels good," she said as meth
coursed through her.

   She was absently jamming the hairbrush handle into her quim when her
mother knocked on the door.  She yanked the hairbrush out of her pussy and
reached for her shorts.  "Yeah mom," she answered.

   "Are you getting hungry honey, I can make you some lunch if you want?"

   "Lunch?" She looked at the clock.  It was after eleven!  What they hell
had she been doing for the last hour?  Surely she couldn't have lost that
much time jamming the hairbrush into her pussy?  Could she?  "Sure mom,
that would be awesome.  I'll be right out." Olivia grabbed her hair towel
left over from her shower and wiped her pussy, she was soaked.  She pulled
her shorts back on, going commando.

   Entering the kitchen and seeing her mother seemingly fully recovered
from her gang-bang, Olivia asked if she could go shopping.

   "By yourself?"

   "No, Stacy said she'd meet me there."

   "How are you planning on getting home?  I'm leaving for work in two
hours and I doubt you'll be finished by then.  I mean I know how you girls
are at the mall.  You doddle around for hours."

   "We'll take the bus home," Olivia said thinking that she wouldn't be
caught dead taking the bus - you were virtually guaranteed to have some
degenerate sitting next to you creeping you out.

   "Nope.  You'll take a cab," she said reaching for her purse, digging out
two twenties and handing them over.  "That should give you a few dollars to
buy something with and have enough left over for a ride home."

   "Thanks mom!" Olivia replied pocketing the money in her shorts.  She
planned on taking several hundred dollars from her stash with her shopping
and her mother's forty bucks wouldn't be necessary, but she couldn't tell
her that.

   Olivia returned to her room to get ready to go, collecting her things in
her purse.  Her keys, money, cell phone, and on a whim, grabbed the
vibrating egg.  She'd already dosed her pussy with the cream but loved the
feeling the meth gave her, and she wanted to take it with her.  The jar
wasn't going to fit in her purse but looking in the bottom of her purse
gave her an idea.  She had an old lipstick that she didn't like and pulled
it out.  She cranked up the stick and broke off the pink waxy goop and
cranked the device back down.  It made a nice hollow for her to fill with
cream.  She tested her theory by cranking up the stick slightly and saw the
cream rising quickly.  It would work just like a dispenser if she felt she
needed another dose.  "I'm ready to go whenever you are mom."

   With six hundred dollars of her own money plus her mother's money,
Olivia felt empowered as her mother dropped her off at the mall.  She had
earned that money with her pussy in less than an hour.  It felt really good
to go shopping with money she had made doing something she loved to do
anyway.  And now she was going to reap the rewards of that work with some
new clothes!

   Olivia went into her favorite store, Charlotte Russe, and perused up and
down the aisles.  She picked out several skirts and tops and took them to
the change room.  She stripped down and tried on each article.  She loved
new clothes, she loved the feel, the smell, she loved how it made her feel.
She looked in the mirror and thought she looked really cute in them all,
especially the current outfit.  The skirt was a dark olive color and had
lace trim along the bottom.  It was really cute and flared out from her
hips coming five or six inches below her crotch.  It wasn't as short as the
ones Steve had picked out, but it was still fairly short.  It was soft,
light and airy, and the elastic waist made it really comfortable, it also
made her feel very grown up and sexy.  She stood before the mirror and
slowly hiked it up until her pussy came into view.  She was trying her best
to ignore her growing urges, but in public with your pussy hanging out,
it's difficult to forget.

   Olivia paid for her purchases, which came to over two hundred dollars.
She couldn't recall ever spending that kind of money on clothes before, at
least not at one time.  She hit a few more of her favorites like Hollister
and Forever 21 before she started getting low on cash.  Plus she was
carrying around all these beautiful new clothes and as she departed each
store, she was putting her boring old white shorts and tank top back on. 
Why not go put on some of the new clothes?  She found the public rest room
and put on the gauze skirt and an embroidered peasant top.  She felt very
grown up as she left the rest room.  The cool breeze blowing against her
pussy reminded her that one strong gust of air or one quick spin around,
and the light skirt would show off her feminine charms for all to see.

   She walked around the mall and just watched the boys and men watching
her.  She had never noticed it before and she didn't know if it was her new
breasts, the outfit, or the fact that she was aware of men looking at her
now like never before, but she could see that their stares weren't just
casual.  They looked at her, scanning her head to toe.  They stared at her
bare legs, they stared at her chest.  Some were bolder than others, and
some thought wrongly that they were subtle.

   She had masturbated once this morning, and that was it.  Most days this
week she had been fucked silly by now, and her hormones reminded her of
that fact incessantly.  She was having a good time doing a "normal" girl
thing like shopping, but she was finding out that there weren't many
"normal" things she could do anymore without having to answer to her sex
drive first.  The men staring at her were only making matters worse, much
worse.  She could see it in their eyes, they wanted her, they wanted to
fuck her, they wanted to hold her down and fuck her until the spurt their
seeds into her.  They knew she was the Queen, and they deserved to be
serviced by her.  She'd been thinking about it ever since she got up this
morning.  "How am I going to find cocks to fuck today," she'd thought. 
She'd been thinking that all day, and despite the façade of going shopping,
she knew deep down that a part of her wanted to come here because there
would be men here, men she could fuck.  She needed her sex fix, and she
wouldn't be able to focus on anything else until she got it.

   Heading back to the bathroom, she found an empty stall and entered,
locking the door behind her.  Her bags had barely hit the floor before she
was knuckle deep in her pussy with her fingers strumming rapidly over her
sex.  She had been revved up for hours and needed a big release.  She got
it, or at least, got one, but it was like the one from this morning, just a
good one.  Not a great one.  Was it the drugs that made her orgasms so
great, or was it the sex that made it so great?  She had cum over and over
again at the beach house and she thought the meth hit she took in the car
on the way up was long gone by then.  And yet her orgasms had been huge. 
It had to be the sex, she needed more stimulation to get the orgasms she
craved.  Or she needed more drugs, or a good fucking to get that huge
orgasm, or both.  God, what if she needed both now to get that huge
release? She didn't need the drugs to have those killer orgasms with Reed
last night did she?  "Shit!  Yes, I did take a hit of the cream before I
went outside."

   Her desperation for one of her big orgasms made her next decision easy.
She took the lipstick tube out and removed the cap.  She inserted the
barrel into her pussy and twisted the base, effectively dumping the whole
wad into her pussy.  Removing the lipstick, she cupped her pussy sealing it
off, preventing the cream from leaking out while the drugs worked their way
in.  Moments later she felt the rush that her body had been craving.  She
leaned back against the wall and let the rush spread throughout her body.
It felt amazing as she started slowly massaging her folds.  She snaked her
free hand up under her shirt and hiked up her bra so she could tweak her
nipples.  The sensations were immediate as her hands went to work.

   A few minutes later and she had another orgasm, this one much better
than the last.  "Oh yes, I'm on my way..." she thought.  As she came down
from her orgasmic high, she thought about keeping her arousal level up and
seeing what trouble that could get her into.  She pulled the egg out of her
purse and slipped it inside, the cream easily lubricating the passage of
the smooth device.

   Olivia grabbed her purchases and headed for the lockers, she didn't want
to be carrying all her belongings with her when her brain went on
sexual-autopilot.  She found the lockers over by the administration offices
in a secluded hallway that ended at an exit leading out to the parking
garage.

   She had just finished stuffing the last of the bags into her locker when
the egg came to life, dropping her to her knees.

   "Are you okay dear?" Olivia heard from behind her as she felt a hand
grasp her by the arm, steadying her.  Olivia looked up and saw a kind old
man staring down at her as he helped her back up.  He wasn't staring at her
eyes though, rather down her top as it tented forward, her magnificent
cleavage on full display.  Her Victoria's Secret bra was pushing her
breasts up ever so slightly, enhancing her already significant bust line.
She couldn't blame the old codger for looking, after all they were pretty
spectacular.

   "No, I'm fine thank you.  I just lost my balance is all," she replied.

   "Sure dear, just wanted to be sure you're fine," he said as he released
her arm and glanced around.  "Have nice day then," he said as he reached up
and patted her on her bare butt cheek.  His eyebrows rose as he realized he
had touched her bare skin.  His mind quickly determined she was either
wearing a thong, or nothing at all.  "Forgot something today did you dear?"

   "I beg your pardon?" Olivia asked as the egg sent vibrations throughout
her pussy.  Her attention to the old man was seriously undermined by the
activity below.  She had felt his touch on her butt cheek, but it seemed
harmless enough and she brushed it off as just an old man copping a quick
feel.

   "I do apologize.  You can forgive and old man for being forward, but I
believe you forgot to put on panties today," he said as he drank in her
beauty.  She was really something as he scanned her from head to toe, his
eyes noticing the slender toned legs and returning to the first thing that
caught his eye, her ample bosom.  He saw plenty of pretty girls every day
on the job as the mall's general administrator, but this girl topped them
all.

   "Oops, must have forgot," she said as she reached for her purse looking
for a quarter for the locker.

   "It's a shame you're going to cram all those nice purchases in that tiny
locker.  I'm sure they'll just end up and wrinkled and creased.  If you
want, you can put those in my office.  It's just across the hall.  They'll
be safe and you can come back anytime and pick them up.  Oh, sorry, I'm
Fred Murphy, the building administrator," he said holding out his hand.

   Even in her highly aroused state, a girl still understands the value of
keeping her clothes looking nice.  "Yeah, sure, that sounds like a good
idea.  I'm Olivia," she replied shaking his hand.  She immediately started
pulling bag after bag out of the cramped locker.

   "Wow, you sure had quite a spending spree today, didn't you?  That must
have cost a lot of money."

   "A few hundred dollars.  I've been saving my babysitting money up for
it," she replied, lying through her teeth, and doing her best to keep
focused as the egg buzzed away.  Gathering up the bags, she followed the
man through the doors marked Administration and followed him down the hall
to a spacious office at the end.  It was your typical office - beige
carpet, bookshelf along one wall with pictures of the family and friends
from some bullshit vacation that nobody really enjoyed, but the photo
reminded him of how much fun it should have been.  A couple of fake plants
situated in the corners to add a little color, also to help hide a little
safe over in the one corner.  A big desk kept neat and tidy with a big
phone with all those extension buttons on it, some certificates on the wall
from some community college business program he took back in 1973, and a
big leather chair in the corner.  It was one of those gigantic ones that
you sunk into and instantly fell asleep on.  What captured her attention
more than anything was the bank of monitors sitting atop the credenza
behind his desk.

   "This is it, my humble home away from home.  Feel free to put those bags
over in the corner there behind the chair, it'll keep them out of the way,"
he said gesturing towards the big over-stuffed leather chair.  Olivia had
to lean over it to put the bags down, giving the old man a clear view up
her skirt and a good look at her glorious ass cheeks.  "Yep, definitely no
panties there," he thought to himself as he stared at the junction of her
awesome legs.  He even got a few peeks at her pussy before she stood back
up.  "God I'd do anything for a shot at that pussy."

   "What's that?" Olivia asked pointing to a bank of flat-screen monitors
behind Fred's desk.

   "That's the feed from all the security cameras throughout the mall, come
over and check it out."

   Olivia stood next to Fred in his chair and leaned in to look at the bank
of monitors.  She could see views of every area of the mall.  The camera
detail was excellent and in her horny state she could peruse all the guys
easily, picking out the ones that she wanted to go find.  This was going to
fun.  What was she in the mood for?  There was so much to choose from as
she stood there going from monitor to monitor, picking out her prey; the
egg in her pussy constantly reminding her that it was in need of attention,
serious attention.  A blond hunky guy there, a group of college guys there,
a super muscular body-builder type there, it was endless.  "This might be
more fun than the beach," she thought.  There were tons of guys here and
this was the birds-eye view that would allow her to pick and choose where
to find the ones she wanted.  "This is awesome," she said as she imagined
what it would be like fucking each and every guy she spied on.  Her
voyeuristic infatuation over the throng of men at her disposal had her
mesmerized.

   "What is dear?" Fred asked as he leaned back and viewed the beauty from
behind; her short skirt riding high up on her thighs as she leaned forward.
She seemed so enthralled by the security feeds that he took a risk even
bigger than when he patted her bare bottom earlier, and lifted the back of
her skirt revealing her tight round ass.  It was perfection; it was smooth,
blemish free, not an ass pimple in sight, and obviously muscular.  "She
must be some kind of athlete, a swimmer or something," he thought.

   Sensing her skirt being lifted brought Olivia's attention back from her
man-hunt.  "What are you doing?" she asked as he let go of her skirt.

   "I'm sorry dear, I just couldn't help myself, you're just so beautiful
and sexy.  I'm sorry," he said again.

   "That's okay.  I know guys have a hard time keeping their hands off me,
and keeping their hands off this," she said as she turned around and lifted
up her skirt revealing her lightly furred pussy.

   "Oh my," was all he could muster.  Only in his wildest fantasies could
Fred Murphy ever have dreamt such a thing like this could possibly happen.
The sight before him stopped his normally perverted mind dead in its
tracks. Before him stood the prettiest girl he had ever seen walk through
the doors of his mall, and here she was standing before him with her skirt
pulled high, showing her equally pretty pussy with its patch of golden fur.
He did the only thing he could think of and reached out to touch her pussy.

   "Hold on now, not just yet," Olivia said as she dropped her skirt back
down and stepped back just out of reach.  "If you let me use your office
today, I'll let you fuck me before I go home," she offered.

   "Use my office for what?" he asked as the full effect of her statement
hit home.  "Let me fuck her?" I must be dreaming he thought.

   "Entertainment," was all she said.

   "What kind of entertainment?" His imagination went wild at the
possibilities.

   "I guess you could say I'm on a man hunt for the next few hours and I
need somewhere to bring any guys I find.  Deal?" she asked.

   As the words sunk in he thought this must be a joke of astronomical
proportions.  "If it is, or if it isn't, might as well push my luck and see
where it goes," he thought.  "How about you fuck me now instead of later?"

   "Sorry.  I've learned a little bit about "deals" lately and I hold all
the cards this way," she said as she crossed her arms, her cleavage coming
into view as her breasts pushed together.  They really were spectacular.

   "Give me a little something first.  Can I at least let me see you naked
so I know what I'm giving up my office for?"

   "I guess that's fair," she said as she pulled her peasant top over her
head and unsnapped her bra.  Olivia pulled the bra off and let her
beautiful growing breasts spring free.  Her C cups looked quite large on
her small frame as they stood proud, her nipples pointing slightly upward.

   "Spectacular.  How about some more?" No harm in pushing his luck he
thought as the chances of this girl actually letting him have sex with her,
even at this point seemed like a pipe dream.  Girls this young and pretty
just didn't offer sex to anyone, let alone a man his age.

   Olivia was a sucker for exhibitionism and despite her "expertise" in
keeping her deal; she couldn't help showing her body off when asked to do
so.  She walked over to the big leather chair and plopped down, pulling one
of her legs up and hooking it over the arm of the chair, revealing her pink
pussy lips.  She was so horny, she could use another cum anyway, and having
an audience might get her closer to "the big one" she had been craving all
day.

   She started rubbing her clit, stroking her fingers up and down her pussy
lips.  The egg was still going strong and providing amazing stimulation
deep inside her pussy walls.  "Oh yeah, he can fuck me if he wants," she
thought to herself as she was getting closer and closer to her climax.

   Fred moved up so that he was right in front on the little hottie as she
rubbed her pussy.  It was breathtaking.  In all the years he had spent
watching the monitors looking at hot girls strut around his mall in their
risqué clothing, none had been as hot as this girl, and here she was with
her spectacular tits on full display and her hands buried in her succulent
pussy.  It was more than he could have hoped for as he pulled his zipper
down and pulled out his inflating cock.  Maybe she would let him fuck her
after all, if not; he would spray her with his cum because this sight
before him was too good to waste.

   Olivia hooked her other leg up and over the arm of the chair giving her
unrestricted access to her pussy and also made her pussy a very inviting
target for the cock she could see being stroked in front of her.  It was
average in size and the old codger seemed to be having some difficulty
getting it fully erect.  She knew he'd have no trouble once it was inside
her love tube and it would feel so much better than the egg anyway.  She
grunted and squeezed her muscles and used her fingers to pry open her
flower as the egg popped free.  "Fuck me," she moaned as her fingers
strumming over her clitty.

   Fred could not have imagined the scene unfolding in front of him.  This
hot girl just removed some kind of white shiny object from her pussy and
told him to fuck her.  He could hear the buzzing noise and realized the
object was some kind of vibrator.  He moved up and pushed his partially
erect cock into her hole.  It was like warm silk on his cock as he started
his thrusting motion, hoping like hell he could get his pole to full
erection before he shot his seed.  He just wanted to feel the friction on
his rod and with it only partially erect, it just wasn't hard enough to
make this once in a lifetime experience anything less than a
disappointment. Without time to take one of his Cialis pills, his E.D. 
issue was going to ruin this opportunity.  He hadn't had a quality erection
without medical assistance in years and he was getting performance anxiety.

   "Fuck me harder," Olivia moaned as she edged even closer to her release.
If only the cock in her pussy could hit all the right spots, she'd gush her
way through a huge orgasm.

   Fred pumped and pumped and within a dozen strokes, he could feel
something happening.  Apparently Olivia Hastings was more than a sufficient
replacement for modern medicine as he could feel his cock get firmer and
firmer.  He was able to begin sliding his cock in and out of her fine pussy
and was soon pounding into her like a twenty year old again.  His thrusts
producing groan after groan from the young girl until finally she jerked
spasmodically and grunted through what could only have been a truly
fantastic orgasm, and he gave it to her.  His cum came within minutes of
the girls' and he was happy to leave his wilting cock inside her furnace of
a pussy while his member shriveled up.

   "That was so awesome," Olivia whispered while the endorphin rush from
her orgasm left her relaxed and happy.  "So much for waiting," she said. 
"Can I still use your office though?"

   "You still need more sex?" he asked incredulously.

   "I'm just getting warmed up.  You still want another go before I leave
today?" she asked.

   "Yeah, absolutely," he said, thinking he'd have time to pop his Cialis
and really give her a good fucking when it kicked in.

   Olivia unhooked her widely stretched legs from the arm rests; the old
man's cock slipping from her steamy hole as she dropped her legs to the
floor.  She leaned forward and sucked the wilting phallus into her mouth,
sucking the last drop of semen from the end of his cock.  She sucked it to
the back of her throat and tasted her juices coated along the length of his
member.  She was getting in her "zone" where her lust knew no bounds.  She
relished her own taste as she sucked and sucked, the head was nearly deep
enough to fit into her throat, but alas it seemed like it was going to need
some time to recover as it was losing its length and girth all at once.

   "Sorry dear, but I'll need a little time to recharge the old batteries,
if you know what I mean?" as he pulled his shrinking cock from her mouth.

   "That's okay, just make sure it's ready to go before it's time for me to
leave.  I wouldn't want to leave you disappointed," she said with a smirk
as she released his cock from her grasp and stood up.  She grabbed her
skirt and pulled it up over her hips; she then found her shirt and debated
whether or not she should wear her bra.  She pulled the shirt over her head
and looked down; the open neckline showed just a hint of cleavage.  She
leaned forward and the shirt bowed open and revealing her glorious bosom.
The embroidery would hide her nipples, but her bouncing tits would be a
dead giveaway to her lack of a brassiere.  Spying a box of tissues on the
desk, Olivia grabbed a handful and wiped the dripping semen from her pussy,
careful not to rub the sticky goo into her pubic hair.

   "Where am I supposed to go all day while you're using my office?" he
asked.

   "I don't care, you can stay and watch if you want." Olivia replied.

   "Really?"

   "I'm kidding, you'll scare the guys away if they come in here and see
you."

   "What if I hide in the closet?"

   "All afternoon?  That's three of four hours, won't you get a little
uncomfortable in there?" she asked looking at the small closet with its
louvered bi-fold doors.

   "I can watch you on the monitors and hide back in the closet when I see
you coming.  You'll never know I'm even here."

   "Suit yourself," she said as she walked out the door of his office and
began her quest.

   Olivia glided smoothly down the open walkway, her tits bouncing with
every step as she sought her prey.  It was hard to miss her coming, if the
shapely legs sticking out from under her short skirt didn't get your
attention, or the beautiful face, the bouncing tits most certainly would.
She made everyone's head turn, the men drooled, the women were split, half
were jealous and gave her catty looks, the other half appreciated what a
lucky bitch she was to be blessed with such gifts.

   She could feel the heat coming from her loins, her encounter with the
mall manager only managed to fuel her lust even more.  Why was she even
here?  She needed cock, mile upon mile of it.

   She should be at the porn shop with a line of men around the building,
ready to fuck her.  This was going to take too much work, but it did have
an element of fun to it the porn shop wouldn't have.  She could select any
guy she wanted; she could pick only the hot guys, or she could be
charitable and fuck ugly gross guys.  It was a shopping mall alright; she
could pick and choose anything she wanted.  The good thing about taking all
comers at a place like the porn shop is that they were there for only one
thing, hard and fast sex, which was just what Olivia needed sometimes, like
now.

   Olivia turned the next corner and literally ran into a pair of guys not
much older than her.  "Oops, sorry, didn't see you guys!" Olivia said.

   "Wow, you can run into me anytime!" one of them said.

   "You can run "into" me right now if you want," she replied.

   "Huh?" the other responded.

   "Follow me and you'll see what I mean," she said as she spun around and
headed back to the office.  The guys following behind her ogling her sexy
legs and bouncing tits as they walked.



   "The girl moves fast," Fred said as he watched her on the monitors
finding her first guys of the day.  He'd barely had time to find a spot in
the closet before she returned with the teenagers she had following behind
her.  The louvered doors would give him a pretty good view, assuming nobody
got curious and opened the doors.



   Olivia led the two guys in through the administration door as they
looked at each other with questioning glances.  "Where are you taking us?"
the one guy asked.

   "My uncle runs this place and he had to leave for a few hours.  I have
his office all to myself.  Are you coming?" Olivia asked.

   "Yeah sure," the other guy said nervously.

   Olivia entered Fred's office and immediately pulled her shirt over her
head and dropped her skirt to the floor, leaving her in nothing but her
sandals.  She watched the expression on the guy's faces.  Obviously they'd
never seen a girl their own age naked before and certainly not one as hot
as Olivia Hastings.  "Let's go, I don't have all day.  The first one with
his cock out get's my pussy, the other gets a blow job."

   The guys jaws both dropped open at the sight of this incredible hot girl
who just stripped in a heartbeat and made them an offer you only read about
in porn magazines.  "This true story happened to me..." Yeah right, that
stuff never happens unless of course you hang around Olivia Hastings.

   It was race to shed clothing as the guys fought to be the one to get
into her pussy.  The loser, a dark haired guy of average build with messy
hair and an average endowment, was guided towards the leather chair by the
Queen as she went about her duty.  She pushed him back onto the chair and
rested her torso on his lap, her knees resting on the floor.  She crushed
her big titties against her legs as she engulfed his cock in her mouth. 
Her nose coming to rest against his curly pubes as she took the whole
length into her mouth and throat.  "Oh, my God, she's deep-throating me,"
the guy said.

   The guy behind her wasn't sure what he was supposed to do as both had
been virgins when they walked into the office.  Olivia wiggled her ass at
him invitingly, signaling him to get back there and do something.  His
teenage cock was hard as steel and needed no more prompting as he kneeled
behind the beautiful girl and rubbed his cock up against her pussy lips. 
"This chick is soaked," he said as if he knew the difference between what
condition an aroused vagina would or would not be in.  He pushed forward
hoping to find her hole and just slid around for the first few thrusts
until he found his mark and entered her hot, wet passage.  For a virgin,
the first time you sink your cock into a wet pussy, you're rewarded with a
feeling you could never have imagined before, and you'll spend a lifetime
trying to regain that feeling.  It was as if heaven opened up and rained
down pleasure as her heat engulfed the rookie's cock.

   Olivia felt the guy behind her find her opening and slam home.  It
wasn't very big but it felt good as he picked up a rhythm and reciprocated
his tool into her love nest.  The guy in her mouth was moaning and groaning
as she applied her ample skill in the art of cock-sucking to his slim cock.
She'd have to remember to pick bigger, older guys as these guys didn't have
much to offer and likely wouldn't last long.  Sure enough within a few
seconds she felt the cock in her mouth twitching and felt the splash
against her tonsils as he spewed his seed down her throat.  One thing was
certain, young guys cum hard as she felt blast after blast fire down her
throat.  The guy in her pussy didn't last much longer as she felt his cock
pulsing in her quim; his member feeding her kitty its second load of cum in
under thirty minutes.

   "You guys want to switch places," Fred Murphy heard as he watched from
inside the closet.  He was in utter amazement at the way this girl
operated. She hadn't wasted any time when she entered his office with the
two teens in tow, stripping down buck naked in seconds and announcing the
order of things.  Now she was urging them to keep going and fuck her some
more.

   Olivia put her mouth back down on the cock in front of her and worked it
back up to a fully erect state before lifting her body of the guy's legs in
front of her.  She motioned for the other guy to come around and take his
place.  He reluctantly pulled his still-erect cock from the most
pleasurable place he'd ever had it in, and took his place on the leather
chair.  The gorgeous girl in front of him immediately swallowed his cock
down her throat and just as quickly realized, that a pussy wasn't the only
pleasurable place he could put penis.

   The boys lasted a little longer the second time around, but not much
more as they both came within minutes.  She was able to reach under and
massage her clit while the boys fucked into her mouth and pussy but sadly
they were just too quick for her to get a good orgasm going.  "I gotta find
a guy with some stamina," she thought as she swallowed down her second cum
shot in under five minutes.

   Olivia kicked the boys out of the office while she dressed, her hormones
were going full bore as she was left thoroughly disappointed by the
inadequacies of the boys she had just fucked.  No wonder she never fucked
guys her own age, they had no clue what they were doing and just left her
more aroused and desperate than ever.

   Fred emerged from the closet as Olivia was wiping the cum from her
pussy. His cock was in his hand and it was erect enough to tell he had been
whacking off in the closet.  "Girl, you are really something, how old are
you anyway?"

   "I'm old enough to know what I'm doing and I was old enough for you to
stick your cock into me.  Why do you want to know?" she asked.  She
remembered vividly that she had a pretty good cum on his cock and wondered
if he had it in him to get it up again before she back out looking for
another guy.

   "Calm down, it's not an inquisition; I was just curious where you got
your sexual appetite from.  I've never seen a girl like you before," he
said as he stroked his cock slowly.

   "I'm twelve, but I'm a little more developed and experienced than your
typical twelve year old," she said as she watched his stroking motion. 
"You want to have another go now, or do you want to wait until later?" she
asked pointing at his member.

   "I'd love to, but the Cialis hasn't kicked in yet and I want to make it
a good one when I am ready," he said.

   "Don't be silly she said as she got down on her knees and pulled his
hands off his cock, enveloping it in her mouth.  She sucked it all the way
in and stared up into his eyes as she went to work on it, as best she knew
how.  Within a few minutes she felt it was hard enough to give her the ride
and the release she needed.  She hopped up onto his desk and spread her
delicious legs.  "Give it a try," she said as he slid his cock home.  The
pill may not have kicked in fully, but enough to give him the staying power
to fuck her slit for a good fifteen minutes while she alternated between
tugging on her nipples and rubbing her clitty giving herself two great
orgasms in the process.

   Fred couldn't remember the last time he had cum twice in under an hour,
but this little vixen had made him do it.  She could single handedly put
Pfizer and all the rest of those thieving bastards selling their erection
medicine out of business.  The world didn't need pills for erection
problems, they just needed more of her!  "What is your name dear?  I've cum
in your pussy twice now and I still don't know your name."

   "Olivia," she said as she hopped down off the desk and fixed her skirt,
pulling it back into position.  She scanned the monitors searching for a
guy she thought could rock her pussy.  She felt Fred rubbing ass cheek
while she was bent over searching the screens.  His middle finger started
sliding up and down her ass crack, going lower with each stroke.  She
parted her legs giving him better access to her muff, as his finger tips
reached their target.  She sighed as he began digging into her soft flesh.
She loved it when men used her body for their pleasure; the Queen was put
on this earth to be used by men.  It was all too easy, she could switch
from easy-going Olivia Hastings to the super-slut Queen with just a man's
touch.

   She looked at the screens and imagined every guy she saw fucking into
her sopping wet pussy.  In her mind she saw every guy suddenly look up at
the camera and wink at her, then turn and head towards their Queen.  She
envisioned the guys coming to fuck her.  They were lining up outside the
door.  They were going to gang fuck her, man after man, cock after cock. 
They laid her out on the desk, her legs hanging off one edge, her head
hanging off the other edge.  They tied her arms down, ropes restraining her
entire torso.  Loops were tied around her ankles; the ropes going through
hooks in the ceiling and her legs being hoisted high in the air giving her
lovers access to both her holes.  She felt Fred plunging several fingers
into her gash while his other hand fanned at her clit; the stimulation
further enhancing her fantasy.  She used the fingers in her pussy to
imagine the first cock piercing her pussy and sinking in deep.  She felt
hands on her breasts, fingers tugging on her nipples, pulling them outwards
from her body; each tug sending sparks radiating outwards from her chest,
the sparks travelling through her body.  The fingers of course were here
own, but they fueled her fantasy and her urgency to have the real thing. 
She watched the screens, cooing as the stimulation and her fantasy did a
number of her arousal.  She was going to blow big at this rate.  In her
mind the cocks speared into her, guy after guy, no hole was left untouched.
They used her throat, her pussy and her ass and plunged in for what seemed
like hours.  She was cumming, non-stop it seemed at times as she was reamed
repeatedly.

   Fred saw his new lover getting all hot and heavy and put an end to his
efforts.  He wanted her all jacked up and ready to go, it was his best shot
at getting more tail from her.  He figured if she got off on her own, she
might be inclined to pack up and go home, and he really wanted her again,
and again...

   Olivia looked up at the man and wondered why he suddenly stopped playing
with her pussy.  He was grinning at her mischievously, no doubt because of
her obvious sexual desperation.  She was only seconds away from a big
orgasm when the stimulation stopped.  She was confused why he would stop
her like that.  She was so close and then nothing.  He gently pulled her by
the arms upright and straightened her shirt.

   "Go get `em tiger," he said as he guided to the door and out into the
hallway.

   Olivia was in a fog, her hormones were racing through her as body
screamed for attention.  She knew she couldn't think straight under these
circumstances.  She'd been here so many times this week already.  He pussy
was practically pulsing with the blood flowing through her loins, so
desperate for the intimate contact it craved.  Her nipples were hard and
poked outwards.  The embroidery on the neckline would have hidden her
nipples in their normally puffy condition, but these hard little points. 
They chaffed on the material as she walked down the hallway towards the
open mall area.  The friction on her nipples sending waves of pleasure
through her as every step added to the sensation.  The hormone pills that
had already added a full cup size to her chest, were responsible for more
than just an increase in size.  They were super-sensitive and the slightest
touch send shivers down her spine.  When the little buds hardened, the
tissues went on high alert and the sensation from them were overpowering
They almost hurt they were so sensitive, but these days, Olivia found her
body responding to all inputs, both pleasurable and painful.  Sometimes she
lacked the ability to differentiate them both, and each causing the same
results, massive orgasms.  Like the one she would have soon.

   Her plans of "shopping around" to find just the right guy went out the
window when her body began over-riding her brain.  She needed sex like an
addict needed a fix.  Strangely enough, that's just what sex was to her
now. She was addicted to sex and needed it in the worst way.  She could
control it up until a certain point, and then her mind would snap and her
body would take over.  Olivia the tweenager would be replaced by Olivia,
Queen of the Sluts.  She was the full-blown Queen right now.  Thoughts of
her day at school last week when she wanted to sit down in front of
everyone and masturbate, went through her mind.  That would certainly bring
the boys running if she did that!  Somewhere in the back of her mind she
heard the old phrase "It pays to advertise," she giggled at the thought as
she bounced along in a daze.

   She eyed every man she saw like a lioness stalking her prey.  She
spotted several of the guys she remembered from the security cameras and
picked one in particular.  He was the body-builder guy.  He was very large
and wore one of those muscle shirts showing off his big arms and shoulders.
He was walking towards her and only glanced at her casually.  That was odd,
nobody glanced at Olivia Hastings casually, they all stopped and stared. 
Maybe he thought he was "too cool" to ogle the junior beauty, maybe he was
gay?  Maybe he was too "in love" with his own body to notice anyone else's?
Either way, Olivia didn't have time to dance around so she tried the direct
approach.  "Hey you, muscles, you got a second?" she asked as he walked
close enough to hear her.

   "You talking to me little girl?" he asked, only for the first time
noticing her ample chest.  For a guy used to checking out muscles, he had
to admit the kid seemed to be in pretty good shape as he spied her shapely
legs.

   "Yeah, can you help me with something?" she asked as he finally gave her
the attention she had been hoping for.  She leaned in a whispered in his
ear.

   "Are you for real?  Is this some kid of joke?  Because if it is, it
isn't very fucking funny!" he fumed as he heard her request for sex.

   "Nope, no joke.  Here check this out if you don't believe me," she said
as she casually reached under her skirt and quickly withdrew her hand and
put it up to his face.

   He leaned in and took a quick sniff.  It smelled like pussy, that was
for sure.  He didn't get this kid's angle, but she was offering him sex and
she was definitely underage.  It couldn't be a sting operation by some
cops, they could never get away with using a kid for that.  He was very
leery but nodded and let her lead him towards a hallway around the corner.
"Where are we headed?" he asked as he checked out her bouncing tits.

   "My uncle's office, it's right around the corner.  We'll have it all to
ourselves for as long as you like," she said leading him by the hand.  His
giant hand engulfed hers like she was a small child.  She walked down the
hallway past the Administration door, her newest victim tagging close
behind.  She opened the door for her new beau and was truly impressed at
his sheer size.  She had never had a muscle-bound guy like that before and
wondered if his cock would be proportional to his physique.

   Olivia ushered the guy towards the leather chair and watched him sink
into it.  She did an impromptu little striptease for the guy, which took
all of thirty seconds considering all she was wearing was a skirt and top.
She watched as his eyes bugged out of his head when he saw her naked body.
She had seen that reaction, what, two hundred times or more?  He was
staring at her tits and then they moved down to her golden fleece.  Olivia
peaked down and noticed her pubic hair seemed to getting thicker, she might
actually have to start trimming it.  It was hard to believe it would start
to grow in that fast, but there it was.

   She danced over and spun around a few times right in front on the guy.
She hadn't even asked him his name, nor he, hers.  He reached out a groped
at her flesh as she did her little dance.  He pulled her closer and she
climbed up onto his lap, her naked pussy planted on his growing bulge.  She
squirmed around pushing down on his cock and her lap dance continued.

   "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you've done this before," he
said.  It wasn't really a question, more of a comment.  Either way, he was
right, Olivia had spent a fair amount of time riding laps in the past week
and she knew what she was doing.  She allowed him to hold her by the arms
while she leaned backwards, her knees straddling his large thighs, her
pussy coming into view as she reclined back.  She knew from experience that
guys loved the view of her tits from this angle.  They stood straight up
and pointed to the sky.  Other girls' boobs were floppy and sagged sideways
when they laid back like this.  Not hers, they were new, fresh, firm and
perky.  Her little nipples were all crinkly and pointed straight up also.
She ran her hands over her tits and squeezed them together, her motion
finishing with a tug on each nipple.  This was the Queen at her teasing
best.  Olivia noticed as she releases her nipples that they were starting
to lose their pink hue and take on a more womanly brownish tone.  Her guy
pulled her up and latched onto one of her nipples with his mouth, sucking a
fair amount of breast into his mouth with it.

   The vigorous sucking action on her nipple, sent sparks flying
immediately.  She ground her pussy down onto his erection, her juices
soaking the front of his shorts.

   The behemoth of a man could feel her wetness on his crotch and looked
down.  He was shocked to see the size of the wet spot on his shorts and
picked her up effortlessly.  "Look at the mess you made!  I'm gonna have to
fuck you hard for that!" he cried out, and immediately stripped his
clothing off.  His large cock stuck out at a forty-five degree angle, and
it was proportional.

   Olivia was impressed by the size of the tool in front of her.  It was
about eight or nine inches long and much thicker than average, almost as
big as DeShawn's big black cock.  This was going to be fun she thoughts she
drooled over the cock in front of her.  Olivia stepped up and wrapped her
hands around the shaft, stroking the soft skin with her gentle hands.  She
knelt down and licked it from the tip down to the base, her tongue
returning back up the large shaft, sliding up the underside until it
reached the end.  She sucked the tip into her mouth and worked her tongue
around the bulbous head, her hands stroking up and down its meaty girth. 
She worked her mouth up and down sucking more and more of the shaft in with
every thrust.  She felt hands on her head and suddenly the large phallus
was shoved all the way to the back of her mouth, the purple head bashing up
against her tonsils.  She was used to deep-throating cocks but not ones
this big.  She did her best to swallow it down as the thrusting continued.
The assault on her throat was intensifying as more and more disappeared
down her throat.  Her throat was burning from the abuse, the pain was
reaching a high level when suddenly the cock was pulled free.

   Olivia felt her body picked up effortlessly and dropped onto the desk.
The large man swept most of the desk's contents onto the floor, clearing
the way for his intended activities.  He grabbed her by the ankles and
pulled her ass up to the edge of the desk, her legs stock-straight, her
feet on either side of his head.  He lined up his cock head with her pussy
and shoved hard.  This meat stick plunged into her wetness with authority.
Olivia felt the wind knock from her by the sudden intrusion of the thick
member.  She had been stretched out to this size many times before, but the
suddenness of it caught her off-guard.  He started thrusting away, pounding
his considerable cock into her tight pussy with lightning quick thrusts. 
His steroid enhanced strength allowing him to toy with her body unlike many
men would ever be able to do.  His every push buried his tool as deeply as
it would go, his cock-head bashing into her cervix repeatedly.  His
roid-rage enhanced persona coming through in his abuse of her sweet little
pussy.  Her titties shook violently with every thrust.  She reached up and
grabbed a breast in each hand, pinching her nipples hard, the pain/pleasure
she felt in her breasts added to the overwhelming stimulation she felt from
her loins.  The big cock spearing into her was relentless in its bashing of
her pussy walls; his shaven groin ramming into her pelvis with equal force.
His entire length slamming home with every thrust was coming close to doing
physical damage to her sensitive internal tissues.  Her cervical opening
was in danger of being ripped open by the super hard tool.  Their combined
grunts and groans were like two animals locked in a fight to the death.

   Olivia was the first to lose the fight, her orgasm washing over her with
a scary intensity.  It was the big one she had been hoping for all day as
her body shook all over.  She screamed out as her vagina spasmed around the
large cock, its muscles learning new tricks as it rippled around his shaft.
Her cervix spontaneously opening up and enveloping his cock head is it
entered her depths.

   The man had never before experienced anything like what this girl had
provided.  His tool had just sunk deeper into her confines than any woman
he had ever had before.  A vice had just clamped around his cock-head as
she went into convulsions.  He felt the bottom of her tunnel suddenly give
and suck him in deeper and he took advantage of the opportunity and slammed
home harder and harder.  He didn't understand what was going on and didn't
care as it felt more amazing than any other pussy he had ever fucked
before. He kept up the pace slamming into her as he felt his own orgasm
approaching.  The little thing never stopped, her convulsions continued on
as her small hands clutched into her poor nipples, the little nubs turning
white from the obvious force she was gripping them with.  On and on her
shaking went, continuing for close to a full minute before the muscles
massaging his cock were too much and his spilt his seed into her silky
depths.

   Olivia felt the overpowering force of his cock as it continuously bashed
into her uterine walls.  It was the exact same as when Reed had pushed his
finger into her womb, the same as when the snake had freaked out wriggling
up against her sensitive walls.  It was a force that she could not describe
other than overpowering, the orgasm that started it all was the almighty
one she had been looking for.  And for some inexplicable reason, his cock
had popped past her opening and into her womb, the giant purple monster
hitting her uterine walls like nothing she had felt yet.  It sustained her
orgasm, taking it a level that could only be described as massive.  It took
all her strength to keep from passing out from the experience.  She also
didn't want to pass out and miss the feeling.  It was more powerful than
any drug she had ever taken and was seemingly unobtainable any other way
than from direct contact inside her womb.  She also realized that the
pulsing in her pussy could only be one thing; he was shooting his seed
directly into her baby maker.

   Olivia knew that her rapid breast development couldn't be a coincidence
since both Stacy and her sister had started taking the special drugs from
her doctor, most certainly the same ones she was on.  But would they also
finally bring on her period that she was waiting for?  Did she just get
impregnated by this hulk of a man?  All those questions ran through her
head in a split second as she felt his cock still lodged deeply in her
pussy, his cock effectively damming his sperm inside her womb.  The Queen
still ruled for the time being and those thoughts had little consequence on
her actions as her lust still needed to be satiated, but it never quite
was. She felt the man release her legs for the first time since he started
fucking into her.  They had been up by his head the whole time and she
realized they had turned numb from their elevated position.  He also pulled
his semi-erect cock form her pussy and with it some globs of his cum as
they spilled onto the carpet.

   "You are one amazing chick.  You think we got time for some more?" he
asked with a pleading look in his eye.  He knew he had been really rough
with her and was hoping her awesome orgasm would be enough to convince her
that another chance was justified.

   Olivia had mixed emotions about this man as she took his wilting cock
into her hand.  He had beautiful equipment with which she could pleasure
herself, but he also had a mean streak in him that was dangerous.  He
seemed to enjoy hurting her as he pounded her with his cock.  Ultimately
she took more pleasure from his abuse than he did so in the end, she won,
he lost.  She would take control of this man and do things her way, the
Queen's way.  She would take the pleasure and take his seed, but it would
be on her terms.  The Queen had that prominence, sometimes she could be the
receptacle for men's lust, other times like now, she would dictate the
order of things.  "Sit down," was all she said as she pushed him backwards
onto the leather chair.  She may have been small in stature, but when
Olivia Hastings has her mind made up, she could be very, very determined.

   Olivia sucked the man's flaccid flesh into her mouth and sucked it to
the back of her throat.  The head had a gel like substance on it that could
only have come from her womb.  It had no taste, but like most bodily fluids
she had consumed lately, it reminded her of sex, and sex was what she
seemed to always need.  The flaccid organ in her mouth didn't remain that
way for long as it quickly recharged back to its previous steely state.

   She climbed up onto his lap straddling his thickly muscled legs and
grasped his manhood.  She positioned her pussy over the big purple head and
squatted down taking it back into her body a few inches at a time.  The big
man grabbed her hips and pistonned his hips upwards.  "NO!" Olivia
screamed. "It's my turn.  We do it my way or not at all!" she yelled as she
resumed her slow rhythm sliding up and down the big tool.

   "How do you think you're going to stop me if I don't want to do it your
way?" he asked with a dumb, shit-eating grin, as he felt her begin to pick
up the pace, and the urgency.

   Olivia reached down and began rubbing her cleft, intensifying the
sensations she was getting from riding the pole lodged in her puss.  "Easy,
my uncle calls 911.  Pinch my nipples I'm getting close," she panted, as
she increased her own efforts, her vulva beginning to slam down onto his
shaved groin with a hint of aggression.

   "What's your uncle got to do with this?" he asked as his thick fingers
dug into her tender nipple flesh.  He was mesmerized by the golden haired
nymph riding his cock.  She couldn't have been more than a buck-five, maybe
a buck-ten with her flat tummy and narrow build.  She had surprisingly
large breasts for someone with her type of musculature.  They were
beautiful breasts, so full and firm as he squeezed each one forcefully in
turn with pinching the small nipples.  He loved watching her well muscled
quads flex as she rode up and down on his stick.  Her slick pussy was
gliding up and down on his cock, gripping him with her rippling muscles. 
She was pounding his groin with as much ferocity as he would have used
himself.  She was going to make him cum any second now and appeared she was
pretty close herself.

   "He's protecting me, keeping me from harm," she whispered as she felt
her orgasm start to flow, radiating outwards, emanating from her groin. 
"Agghhhhhh," she screamed.

   "How?" he grunted as his he felt her pussy clamp down on his cock, his
own orgasm hitting as he could feel his cock begin spurting it's seed into
her steamy pussy.

   "He's watching, in the closet," she managed to screamed out as the full
force of her orgasm ripped through her.  At the same time the full extent
of what she had just said must have hit the guy as he bucked his hips up in
astonishment and slammed his cock upwards with amazing force.  His cock
head slammed into her cervix and poked its way through as her orgasmic
contractions allowed the little muscle to open up.  His still-spurting cock
emptying its potent contents directly into her womb again.

   The invader immediately bashed into the walls of her uterus and caused
the spontaneous physical reaction that carried her orgasm beyond all normal
levels as her entire body went into convulsions.  Her muscles contracted
from head to toe including her legs locking up around the giant's torso,
and her own hand clasping onto her clitoris.  She squeezed the little nub
with painful force that further enhanced the force of the feeling.

   In the back of her mind she could feel the cock pulsing into her womb
and again momentarily thought about getting pregnant, and then it was gone
again as her body's needs took over.  She couldn't tell how long her
sensory system was on overload, but she could feel the cock in her body
begin to lose its girth and she could feel when her contracting cervix
repelled the intruder and shrunk back down to normal.

   The girls' amazing performance distracted him for a moment before he
questioned her comment about her uncle being in the closet.  "Are you
serious, there's someone in the closet?" he inquired as he gently lifted
her off his lap and sat her down on the arm of the chair, and attempted to
extract his large frame form the soft chair.

   "Yeah, to make sure guys don't get too rough with me.  After all, he
needs to protect me, I'm only twelve you know.  I need to be protected from
guys who like to get rough, like you.  He has a camera and a cell phone
handy just in case, right Uncle Fred?," she said.

   "Uh huh," they heard from the closet.

   "Holy shit!" the guy yelled as he grabbed his clothes and ran out the
door buck naked, his semi-erect cock flapping as he ran.

   Olivia rolled back over off the armrest and into the chair laughing
uncontrollably at the hilarity of the guy's reaction.  They couldn't have
timed that any better if they had planned it out beforehand, she thought.
Olivia was having a laugh attack and couldn't stop herself as tears of
laughter rolled down her cheeks, her bosom jiggling uncontrollably with
each burst of laughter.

   "Are you okay my dear," she heard Fred ask as he emerged from the
closet, cock still in hand.  He was obviously very aroused from the display
he had witnessed from his hideaway as his cock was pointing directly at
her.

   "It looks like your pill has kicked in," she said, motioning to his
turgid member.  "Want to go again?" she asked.

   Fred Murphy wasn't likely to ever have another day like this one and
quickly got down on his knees and pulled Olivia's butt up the edge of the
soft leather chair and sunk his way into her gooey twat.  He was no match
for the monster cock that had just vacated her pussy just mere seconds ago,
but it still felt sublime as bottomed out against her cervix.  He had no
idea what had just taken place with her internal organs because everything
felt perfect to him as he pounded into her silky tunnel.

   Olivia had a new spring in her step as she headed back into the mall. 
She had enjoyed two killer orgasms with the muscled giant and another nice
one with Fred as he dumped his third load of cum into her pussy.  She
actually felt somewhat satiated for the moment, something she rarely felt
these days.  She could now "shop" at her leisure as she strolled through
the busy mall without her hormones making her jump at the first cock she
could find.  They were still ever-present, but temporarily taking a
backseat to her "normal" thought process.

   She could feel the stares from the men and boys as she made her way
through the crowd.  What did she feel like doing now?  Picking out more
clothes or picking out more men?  It was so hard to choose.  What kinds of
clothes did she want?  What kinds of men did she want?  She had already
decided after the experience with the young guys to avoid them at all cost.
She also had another problem, two actually; the drugs were almost
completely worn off and she was worried about what kind of orgasms she was
going to have now; and secondly, she felt the urgency building in her for
more of the meth.  She was going to need a fix soon.  With the exception of
two days last week while she was still in school, she had been high to some
extent almost constantly.

   Olivia had made it to the food court as she felt her cell phone buzz. 
As she dug for it, she saw the egg, maybe if she stuck that back in she
could keep her arousal level fired up and maintain her orgasm strength. 
She pulled out the cell phone and checked it, Stacy had finally called
back! She also had eight texts, six from the church guys, they were so
persistent, one from Stacy telling her to call Alfred and one from Reed
asking her if she wanted another "thrill" tonight.  She'd have to call
those church guys and "entertain" them again soon, reward them for their
patience.  She wondered what Reed had in mind for tonight?

   She checked Stacy's messages: "Hey Liv, call me, Alfred called and
wondered if we were available today, beep!  Hey Liv, Alfred has a job for
us, he's picking me up in half an hour, beep!" The third message from her
sounded much different, her speech was slow, she sounded dreamy, "Hey girl,
you're missing out on an awesome party, just me and four guys and they have
some great stuff here, my body feels amazing, and the sex feels incredible
with it.  I'm officially off the cream, this is way better!  Call me!"

   She was definitely going to do that.  She was envious that her best
friend was stoned on whatever it was she was on, and enjoying it so much.
Better than the cream?  So much better that she's swearing off it!  "Wow, I
gotta find out what she's talking about." She dialed her friend's number
and got voice mail and left her an urgent message to call back.  She called
Alfred and got his voice mail too.  Nothing left to do now but to wait for
their calls.

   Olivia was beyond caring about discretion as she strutted along with her
bare pussy only hidden by four or five inches of fabric, and her titties
bouncing with every step; she was on a man-hunt for sex and what better way
than to flaunt her sexuality.  She was a unique combination of style and
sexiness with her short skirt and embroidered top.  It gave her a very
sophisticated look in combination with her good looks and her overt
sexiness.  She was part runway model and porn star all rolled into one
package.

   She picked a booth along one of the walls and sat down, her knees spread
about a foot apart.  Anyone looking in her general direction would get a
perfect beaver shot.  She fished the egg out of her purse and reached up
under her skirt and worked it into her pussy.  She saw eyes on her as she
shoved the egg into place.  She was confident nobody would know "exactly"
what she just did, but she knew they had seen her fiddling with her pussy
in the busy food court.

   She looked around and saw countless faces staring in her direction, her
actions were obviously noticed by more people than she thought.  Who would
be the first to come over and proposition her.  It was a game that needed
playing out.  Throw out the tease, see who takes the bait.  Who had the
balls to approach her?  She left her knees spread slightly apart, those who
hadn't caught her show could certainly take a peek now.  That would be the
game, keep your knees apart until somebody comes up and asks you for sex
she thought.  It made her wet just thinking about it.  What if some old
lady tells her she's showing off her "bits"?  Would she close them up or
continue showing off her pussy?

   The egg came to life as she was weighing the rules of her game.  The
suddenness of the vibrations reflexively causing her legs to snap closed.
Her quick movements brought more attention from the males in the food court
area.  Those males who were with their better halves were trying their best
not to make it obvious they were staring down the hottest piece of jailbait
they had ever seen.  She had to make a quick mental decision, do I actually
play this game or do I just go about finding a guy somewhere around the
mall?  It seemed much more interesting this way.  She certainly had enough
potential suitors staring in her direction.  Some tried their best not to
stare, that was funnier to her than those who blatantly kept their eyes
glued to her knees.

   The egg was bringing back the longing for sexual contact, the sexual
gratification that had so temporarily been achieved.  She didn't need the
drugs to want the sex, she just needed the drugs to give her the big reward
for the sex, her hormones took care of the wanting part, and she was
wanting it again.  The egg suddenly ramped up to full power and she nearly
doubled over from its intensity.  She instinctively grabbed a nipple and
squeezed.  She leaned over the table as best she could to hide the fact
that she had her nipple clamped between her fingers as the egg drove her
arousal level back up to full power.  She was going to have to find a new
lover soon, or else start frigging her clit right here at the table, she
thought.

   That was it, that was the decision, she would carry out the plans for
her little game.  She would keep her legs open showing off her charms a
little at a time until someone approached her.  She slowly opened her legs
up until her knees were a few inches apart and watched the faces staring in
her direction.  Only those close enough or in the right orientation would
be able to tell she was showing anything off, and nobody moved.

   She waited a few minutes and nothing happened.  Time to open them a
little more she thought, and opened them up a few more inches; her knees
now about four or five inches apart.  Still not enough for most people to
recognize anything was out of the ordinary.  A few more necks craned around
to get a better view, one or two guys changes tables to gain a better line
of sight, but still nobody had the guts to approach her.

   She opened her knees up until they were a good ten inches apart.  There
could be no mistake now, she was blatantly showing off her kitty to anyone
with the proper viewing angle.  Several of the guys were looking around
acknowledging the show being put on in front of them.  "I guess they're
waiting to see what I'll do next," she thought.  Thinking that maybe the
hem of the skirt was hanging low enough to obscure the view, she lifted it
up and opened her legs even further.  By now her pussy was on fire from the
attention.  Every pair of male eyes were focused on her pussy and if
someone didn't approach her soon, she was going to masturbate right here,
right now.

   She scanned the faces wondering which guy it was going to be, there were
some hot ones, some old ones, some dorky looking gamer dudes that looked
like they hadn't showered in days, or more.  A group of young guys were
heading in her direction with their trays of reheated crappy fast food. 
"Oh shit, I know those guys," she suddenly realized.  She recognized the
faces of the five guys from her school.  They were in seventh grade, a year
older, but far beneath her level in the hierarchy of school superiority. 
"Shit, what do I do?  Give up on the game?  What?" She hesitated.  She
could always blow them off and go find a guy to take care of her growing
need, or she could actually go through with it and let them have her.

   "Too late they see me!" she shouted in her head.  She couldn't go
through with it, and closed her legs dropping her skirt back down and
ending the show.  Groans could be heard from the multitude of guys who had
been enjoying the view.

   "Olivia, is that you?" asked the apparent leader of the group.  They all
walked up to her and stared at her.  "Do you mind if we sit with you?"

   "Uh, well, I'm leaving in a few minutes" she replied.  She didn't want
to hang around with these losers when she could be out taking care of her
needs; satisfying her pussy.  She had options, go find someone, anyone
else, besides these dorks, go back to Fred; for an old guy, he could fuck
pretty good.  Or hopefully the best option, Stacy or Alfred call and make
her a better offer than what she has here.

   The guys huddled around her staring at her as they awaited her to answer
"yes".  From their vantage point the guys could see right down Olivia's top
and they were treated to a view of the most amazing set of tits any of them
had ever seen, plus they had all seen her flashing her pussy to everyone in
the food court.  What was up with Olivia these days, they wondered?  They
had all heard about her exploits on the last day of school with the tight
see-through top, showing off her tits, and now they could see them first
hand!  On top of that, and better still, they had just caught her showing
off her pussy for everyone to see!

   Not waiting for an answer, the boys sat down, trapping Olivia up against
the booth wall.  "What's going on Olivia?  Why aren't you wearing any
underwear or a bra?" asked the guy she thought was named Jake.

   "What are you talking about, I am so," she replied, doing her best to
put up a good front, thinking her status at school could be used to bully
these guys to back down from their questions.

   Knowing they had caught her in a lie, Jake grabbed onto her right breast
giving it a squeeze eliciting a barely-audible moan from the school beauty
queen.  His hand lingered for a moment before letting go of the luscious
globe.  His finger tips grazing over her nipple as he pulled his hand back.
Shocked that she hadn't freaked out when he grabbed her tit, he boldly
reached out and grasped her boob again.  She didn't stop him.  He kept his
hand on her tit and asked, "Doesn't feel like a bra to me.  How about
underwear, are you wearing any?"

   "Uh huh," she groaned as he toyed with her nipple.  All it took was male
contact and the Queen came out to play.  Nice sweet Olivia Hastings
disappeared into the background and the slut took over.

   "You're wearing underwear, huh?  Let's see," he said as his friends
looked on in amazement.  He let go of her breast and reached up under her
skirt, his fingers instantly coming in contact with her blond pubes.  "Hmm,
doesn't feel like it to me," as he groped further.  The Queen spread her
legs to give him better access to her steamy pussy.  His fingers found her
wet slit and sunk in, two fingers going in to the second knuckle before her
upright posture prevented him from getting any further in.  "Oh my God,
she's soaked!" he admitted to his friends.

   Olivia, sensing he couldn't get his fingers in deeper, pushed her hips
forward and rolled her pelvis up, giving him perfect access to her hole as
he shoved his fingers into her quim over and over again.  He was going to
make her cum, in public, and it was going to be glorious.

   "What the hell is that?  Something's buzzing in there!" he stated as he
pulled his fingers out of dripping pussy.

   "Oh, that' my egg," she said nonchalantly as if a vibrating egg in the
pussy of a twelve year old is a normal thing.

   "Let me feel," one the other guys begged.  Jake complied by pulling
Olivia up and over his lap and sliding her sideways into his spot.

   She was sandwiched between Jake and some other guy.  She knew the faces,
but not the names.  Within seconds of her bottom hitting the seat, she felt
a hand snake up her shirt and grasp her naked breast.  At the same time she
felt two hands reach up under her skirt and go for her muff.  She shuffled
down on the seat to give them better access as she felt fingers fight for
entry into her pussy; they both won.

   The touches were crude and without any experience whatsoever, but they
were male hands fondling her flesh and they were turning her on.  She was
being molested in public and did nothing to stop it.  Her fantasy about
masturbating in public was coming true, only she wasn't the one doing it,
which made it ever sexier.  She was their play-thing and gladly accepted
her role.  She couldn't tell how many fingers had made their way into her
pussy, but they each had at least two.  She felt stuffed, and parted her
legs as wide as the cramped space could provide as she fought to ease the
pressure from their probing fingers.  She was getting close to cumming, but
neither of them had a clue how to please a girl or even knew where to find
a clitoris.  She reached down and hiked up her skirt so she could get at
her clit, and rubbed furiously.  Her whole crotch was on display as three
hands manipulated the confined area.

   To anyone looking, it was obvious something was going on between the
five boys and the lone girl; fortunately their bodies blocked most of the
obscenity.  Several of the men who had been watching her show, had moved
closer to see what was happening and got a good look at the girl being
worked over by the young guys.  They effectively shielded the scene from
the casual observer.

   "This is so cool," said one of the boys, one of the unlucky ones who was
only watching and not participating.  "Can I have a turn next?  Do you
think she'd let us fuck her?" he asked.

   "Well, can we Olivia?  Will you fuck us?  All of us?" Jake asked.

   "Uhh, huhhhh," she moaned as her orgasm quickly approached.

   "Awesome, let's go," he said as he pulled his hands off of her tits and
his fingers out of her sopping pussy.  He pushed her and the guy on the end
of the bench over so they could leave.  The other guy, Tyler, reluctantly
pulled his two fingers out of her as well and got up.  Olivia had no choice
but stop masturbating, or risk falling off the end of the bench as Jake
pushed her over.

   She had been so close to having her first public cum.  Well the sex with
the bums was public too, but she really didn't count that.  She had
fantasized about this on two different occasions and she had been so close
to achieving it.  It would have been a big one and anyone could have
watched her have it.  She was spread open and being molested in public and
had been so close!  And now it was gone leaving her in a terrible state, so
desperate for a cum that she was willing to fuck her schoolmates to get it.
She was so horny that she would have fucked the guys right there on the
table top with everyone watching.  That would have been so hot!  She would
have cum huge for that!

   She stumbled along wondering where they were taking her.  She had agreed
to sex but hadn't bothered asking where they planned on doing it.  "Where
are we going?" she asked.

   "My big brother works at Jake's Red Hots around the corner, maybe we can
use their break room."

   Olivia was ushered down an access hallway that led to the rear entrance
doors along restaurant row.  She knew what was in store, she'd done it
enough times by now to know that she was about to get gang-fucked by any
number of guys.  She didn't really have time to think of the consequences,
she knew she was about to fuck guys from her school, a first for her.  Up
until now she had only fucked anonymous strangers (with the exception of
Steve and his dad), faceless strangers who fed her their cocks.  But nobody
who knew her where she held court, where she was the top dog; at school she
was the prettiest girl, the last girl anyone would ever dream of calling a
slut.  And she was about to fuck enough guys that her reputation would
forever be sullied, but those thoughts could wait until later, she could
think about those things after the Queen retreated.  Right now, the Queen
was in charge and she needed to get fucked by as many cocks as possible.



   Fred Murphy watched from his office as the young girl whom he'd fucked
three times already, was man-handled in his food court.  With his trainable
camera, he zoomed in and saw her being molested by the two boys seated on
either side of her.  Each had a hand under her skirt and each had a hand
under her shirt, presumably each holding onto one of her pert breasts.  The
scent of her pussy wafted up from his groin as he stroked his hard cock
while watching the beauty get publicly fondled.  He badly wanted to fuck
her again and his chemically enhanced erection was raring to go.

   He watched them get up and leave the booth, wondering where they were
headed.  His instincts told him his office was the obvious choice if the
girl had any say in the matter.  He was surprised when they headed down an
access hallway leading behind the restaurants.  It was restricted to
employees of the mall only, and was cause for concern for the building
manager.  Really, his only worry was if they used one of the exits and took
her somewhere off-site, preventing him from getting another fuck from the
young slut.

   He saw them pause in the hallway while they pulled her shirt up,
exposing her breasts and her skirt to add to the show.  He decided it was
time to make a move and see what he could do about stopping them before he
lost his chance to nail her pussy again.



   Olivia was lead through a set of doors marked "Employees Only" and
marched down the hall.

   "Can I get a feel now?" one of the unluckier guys asked who hadn't had a
chance to feel Olivia's charms yet.

   "Sure, why not," Jake said.

   Olivia felt hands push her up against the wall while several of the boys
fought to be the first to get their hands on her.  Her shirt was pulled up,
and immediately hands went to her breasts, forcefully grabbing at her
tender flesh.  Young boys just had no idea what felt good to a girl. 
Another pair of hands lifted up her skirt and fingers once again filled her
pussy.  She needed the

   orgasm that they deprived her of in the food court.  The unskilled hands
did nothing other than fire up her desire as they did little to bring her
closer to an orgasm.  It was sexual frustration that could only be relieved
by a good hard cock spearing into her pussy.  At least then she could work
her own clit and get the huge orgasm she needed.  Her eyes were closed, her
head back as the boys fondled every part of her they could get their hands
on.  "Why don't they just fuck me here?" she thought to herself as her
desire became desperate.

   "Enough with the fingering already.  I thought you guys wanted to fuck
me," she groaned as her horniness took over.  She needed to get fucked, all
the aimless, pointless touching was just teasing her and finally starting
to piss her off.  She needed some cock in her, if not from these
inexperienced idiots, then somebody who would know what to do with a horny
girl.

   "What here?  Right now?  Are you serious?..." The questions flew as none
of them knew what to do next.  It was one thing to finally get your hands
on female flesh, and entirely different thing to know what to do with it.

   Olivia heard a number of questions coming her way from the boys,
incredulous that she would want to have sex here.  That she would be such a
slut.  That she would be, blah, blah, blah....

   They were quickly talking their way out of free and willing pussy. 
Their poking and prodding was adding to her annoyance.

   "Pansies.  Fuck this I'm outta here.  If you guys don't have to balls to
whip it out and fuck me right here, than you don't get to period!" she
shouted and yanked her top and skirt down, pulling hands off her body at
the same time.

   Turning to walk away, her arm was grabbed and the force spun her around.
Jake had her arm in his grasp and looked pissed.  "You aren't walking away
from us until we're done with you slut," he said as he unzipped his pants
and pulled out his erect tool.

   "You think you're going to fuck me with that little thing!  Not a chance
loser." she laughed.  Truth be told it wasn't that small, a pretty good
size for a thirteen year old, but she'd fucked two inexperienced guys
already today and wasn't in the mood for another group of them.  She was
used to older guys who knew how to fuck her well, and that was just what
she was after.  Olivia yanked her arm free and spun around to leave
thinking she'd still have time to find someone else before it was time to
go home.  Plus she still owed Mr.  Murphy another screw.

   The boys were still standing there in shock as Olivia Hastings beat a
retreat down the hallway.  Their buddy Jake was still standing there in a
rage with his cock hanging out.  He had them all beat for size, and she
just laughed at it.  There was no way any of them were about to whip theirs
out now.  But Jake had other ideas and ran after the sexy girl.

   Olivia barely heard the footsteps before she felt an enormous weight
knock her to the ground.  Landing of her front, she could feel somebody on
her back, pinning her to the ground.  The soft steely feel of a penis poked
her in the legs as the boy on her shifted his weight around, lifting up her
skirt up in the process.  She was going to get fucked after all, but it
wasn't going to be by choice.

   "Think you can just walk away like that?  Humiliate me in front of my
friends bitch.  I don't fucking think so," he said as he probed around her
behind with the end of his cock.  It was his first time trying to find a
vagina so he had no idea what to do or where to poke it as he had to focus
his attention on holding the struggling girl down at the same time.  He
could hear some of the guys behind him as he felt her wetness but hadn't
yet located the right spot to push.  His cock head slipped up and down her
labia but hadn't yet found purchase within her sweet pussy.

   "Get off of me asshole.  You can't even find my pussy with that little
cock," she spat out as she struggled to get up.  Her struggle to get up
arched her hips up at just enough of an angle for the boy's cock, as he
suddenly sunk into her moist cunt.

   "Oh yeah, that feels nice.  That feel nice to you too?  You arrogant
stuck up bitch.  Add slut to that description now.  Everyone at school will
know you're a slut now," he gritted as he punched into her depths, his cock
slamming into the egg still lodged in her pussy.

   "Does what feel nice?  Oh, is that your finger in my pussy?  You little
dicked motherfucker.  You're just a rapist, now GET OFF!" Olivia shouted as
loudly as she could manage.

   "You heard the lady, now get off!" shouted Fred Murphy as he kicked the
boy in the ribs.

   The startled boy looked up and shrank as he saw a security guard
standing next to the man who'd kicked him in the ribs.  The fear is his
eyes was palpable as he realized he'd been caught raping a girl in public.
He grabbed for his pants and ran the opposite way down the hall and out one
of the exit doors.  The exit alarm blaring as he dashed out the door.  His
gaggle of friends hot on his heels as the fled the building.

   "Are you okay Olivia?  Should we call the police?" a fatherly Fred
Murphy asked.

   "No.  I'm fine," she said as she was helped to her feet, pulling her
skirt back down in the process.  She was sure the security guard next to
Fred had seen her golden fleeced pussy as she stood up.  That was fine, she
wasn't a stranger to men seeing her naked pussy.  The infernal egg still
buzzed away deep in her pussy.  Jake's cock wasn't all that long, but it
was long enough to jam the egg as deep as it could go.  Thank God for
gravity as it slowly slid its way back down.

   The whole episode left her with a new understanding.  As many men as
she'd fucked lately, she'd refused none of them.  This was the first time
that she was fucked and didn't want to.  The realization that she had
limits to her sexual appetite was a first for her.  She would willingly
fuck an endless train of men, as long as she wanted it.  This boy had raped
her and she'd finally found her boundary.  She was willing to let him fuck
her and had pleaded with him to fuck her, but when she'd had enough of
their games, she changed her mind.  It was the first time she'd consciously
decided not to fuck someone, and when it was forced on her, she snapped.

   "Why don't we get you back to my office and we can get you a cool drink
to settle your nerves, and then call you a cab home," Fred said, offering
his arm for her to hold onto.

   "I'll be fine, thanks," she replied as she let the two men lead her away
from the access hallway and out into the food court where all this began.
   ~ end of chapter 13 ~