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 Chapter 18

   An extremely tired and sore Olivia Hastings slowly climbed the steps to
her house, thankful that her mother's car was gone.  "Thank God for small
blessings," she thought as she pulled her house key from her bag and
unlocked the door.

   Shedding her shoes, Olivia made a beeline for the bathroom and ran the
hottest bath she thought her battered body could take.  Leaving her pile of
cum-encrusted clothes in a heap on the floor, Olivia climbed into the
bathtub and settled into the steaming water.  Her crotch stung when the hot
water hit it, but it was a good hurt and one she welcomed as she'd been
leaking fluid from her abused holes the entire trip back in DeShawn's SUV.

   Sliding down into the tub, Olivia tilted her head back and allowed her
blonde locks to fan out into the hot water.  Judging by the sticky knots of
hair, some of the guys had used her beautiful blond hair as a receptacle
for their seed and unloaded their stream of cock-juice into her main.  The
clumps of cum gluing her hair into tangled mess gradually dissolved as the
hot water worked its magic.

   As she sat there soaking, a sense of calm came over her as she pondered
what she'd gone through.  Aside from a little pain, Olivia Hastings, the
Queen of the Sluts had taken on over two hundred guys and was still in one
piece!  It's almost inconceivable that anyone would actually be happy about
getting fucked by that many guys in such a short time, but Olivia was.  It
was just the pain that temporarily marred the enjoyment of the moment.  It
was also a feat that no regular woman would be able to do.  That it was
done by a girl as young as she was a source of pride to her; a small smile
crept over her face at the thought.  "I'm the Queen of the Sluts and nobody
can touch that title.  Take that Stacy, see if you can beat that record,"
she thought as she closed her eyes and basked in the warmth that started
spreading throughout her body.  The quiet and comfort of the delicious heat
made all the aches and pains of her overnight ordeal suddenly seem so far
away...

   There's nothing worse than waking up shivering in cold bath water and
realizing you missed all the enjoyment of a nice hot bath.  That was the
thought going through Olivia's brain when she looked down at her naked
goose-bumpy flesh submerged in cool bath water.  Still slightly confused
she sat up and looked around while trying to clear the cobwebs from her
hung-over head.  The house sounded empty thankfully, so mom hadn't come in
and witnessed her hung-over big-titted slut of a daughter with all her sexy
bits pierced with diamonds and gold, asleep in the tub, Olivia thought as
she slowly and painfully extracted her shivering body from the cloudy
water. "Cloudy water?  What from?  I hadn't even gotten to the soaping up
part yet before I dozed off," she wondered.  "Leaked out cum?  Really? 
Could it be?  I suppose it's possible.  Oh well, goes with the territory I
guess," she thought as she finally arrived in the vertical position.

   Letting the water drain out, Olivia turned on the shower and finished
cleaning herself up, making sure to wash all the cum from her hair, and to
soap her tender bits as well knowing that she probably still had dregs of
male seed buried on her holes somewhere.  While soaping her breasts, Olivia
was glad to discover that her breasts had indeed lost some of their
turgidity and actually seemed smaller than the previous day.  "One less
thing to worry about if they are indeed getting a bit smaller."

   Grabbing her dirty cum encrusted clothes and her backpack, Olivia headed
into her room and grabbed a long t-shirt to wear to bed.  Throwing her
clothes on the floor and dropping her backpack by the bed.  With her
t-shirt quickly pulled over her tired body, Olivia slid under the covers
and drifted off to slumber.

  
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   "Are you sure she's ok?" Stacy asked.

   "Positive.  Just a little tired is all.  She looked like a million bucks
when I last saw her and DeShawn was taking her straight home."

   "Thanks Alfred, I was so worried about her all night."

   "Ya ain't got nuttin' to worry about with me.  I make sure all my girls
are taken care of, even when they's getting a little straightenin' up like
your friend got."

   "Ok, call me if you need me for anything.  Bye."

   A still-worried Stacy Bennett quickly got dressed and busted her ass out
the door and jumped on her friend's bike that was still parked in her
backyard.  If DeShawn was taking her home, Olivia might have a hard time
explaining why her bike wasn't there.  If she could just sneak it back to
her house without Olivia's mother seeing her, she might get away with being
out all night.  Rounding the corner by her best friend's house, Stacy let
out a sigh of relief, Olivia's mom's car wasn't in the driveway.

   Parking the bike in the backyard, Stacy hurried to the front door and
rang the bell.  Nothing.  She rang it several more times before deciding to
let herself in using the key under the doormat.

   "Liv, you here?" she called out.  Again nothing.

   Opening up her friend's bedroom door, she was delighted to see her best
friend wrapped up in her bed (alone too!) and sound asleep.  Tip-toeing
across her floor, Stacy gently shook her friend's shoulder.  "Liv, are you
asleep?  I just wanted to make sure you were ok.  Liv?" Her lips looked a
little puffy and swollen and her hair was still wet from presumably a
shower as she surveyed her best friend's outward appearance.  Gently
shaking her shoulder again, "Liv, wake up.  It's me Stace."

   "Wha..., what...d...ya want?"

   "I just came over to see if you were ok.  I was really worried.  Alfred
scared me when I talked to him last night.  I thought he was going to hurt
you or something.  You sure you're ok?"

   "Ok enough, just really sore all over," Olivia whispered.  She was
bone-tired and although she was glad to have her friend come to her rescue,
she just really needed the rest.

   "What did he do to you?"

   "Look in my backpack," Olivia squeaked out of her tired voice box, her
eyes were narrow little slits as she located her backpack and pointed.

   "What am I looking for?" Stacy asked.

   "Big envelope, read the note."

   Looking through her friend's backpack, Stacy found the envelope and was
extremely confused by the piles of severed wrist bands with various notes
and notations on them.  Confused that is, until she found the note and read
through it from beginning to end.  "Are you serious?  You fucked 200 plus
guys last night?  Where, when, how???"

   That Joey guy took me to City College and had a bunch of guys fuck me
everywhere, all night long," Olivia managed to say as she seemed to be
coming around and could now keep her eyes fully opened.

   "That is sooo cool.  Do you think he'd do that for me too???  Oh, I so
badly want to see if I can do that many guys too!"

   "You wouldn't want to, unless you want your pussy to hurt as much as
mine does now," Olivia commented as she lay there, her pussy still
throbbing a little, although nowhere near as bad as it did when she woke up
and found herself in the same position as the night before, still draped
over the back of the couch with her feet tied to the couch legs."

   "Show me," Stacy said, as if asking your friend to show her your pussy
was the most common thing in the world.

   Lifting the covers, Olivia spread her legs as much as she felt she
needed to for her friend to get a look.

   "Wow, it's pretty swollen, and red too.  Your clit ring is like standing
straight up from your puffy skin.  Does it really hurt?"

   "Not as much as it did, but it's still pretty tender.  It should be back
to normal by tomorrow I think.  I'm definitely taking the night off though.
No more dick for me tonight!"

   "That's what Alfred figured.  He said he'd have us both work tomorrow
night for him, but tonight he has a job for me to do alone.  He texted me
on the way over here and is sending DeShawn to get me after dinner.  If
anyone calls, tell them I'm sleeping over here, ok?"

   "Sure, is he going to have you out that late that you need me to cover
for you?"

   "He said only a couple of hours, but you know me, I can always hope to
pull an all-nighter like you!"

   "Yeah, not something I want to do anytime soon though!" Olivia said, but
deep down there was a part of her that was very proud of herself.  She'd
done something that only a few people had probably ever done, and she did
it willingly.  And up until the time she passed out, had done so and gotten
great pleasure from doing it.  Her countless orgasms proved that.  It was
something only a true slut would be willing to do.

   With the hormone pills two days behind her, she couldn't chalk it up the
hormones controlling her impulses anymore.  No she was who she was meant to
be, a slut through and through and last night proved it.  Did she want to
pull a train like that again...?  Maybe someday, just to prove she was able
to handle it again of course.  "Someday I may grow out of this slut-phase,
but right now, it's too much fun and it feels too good to stop," she
thought as she lay there, her cunt and ass still hurting from the
experience, a reminder of her accomplishment.

   "Really, you don't want to do it again?  It kinda sounded like fun?"
Stacy said with a mild pout on her face.

   "I do, some day I'm sure, just not like right now.  At least not until I
fully heal." Pulling the covers back down over her naked loins, Olivia put
her head back down on the pillow and felt her eyes getting heavy again.

   "Can I go back to sleep now?  I'm really tired."

   "Sure Liv, I should go anyway.  If your mom comes home and sees you in
bed and me here and I'm all bright and chipper, she might wonder what's
up."

   "How are you going to get home?" Olivia sighed, sleep desperately trying
to take over her consciousness again.

   "I'll see if Steve's home next door, or maybe Reed can ride me home if
he's there.  I mean, give me a ride home, ha ha.  Liv?  Liv?  Are you
asleep already?  Wow, that was fast," Stacy commented to nobody in
particular since it appeared her best friend had sunk instantly back to
sleep.

  
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   Lauren Hastings was running late, her second stud from the website had
been able to fill her last hour with hard fucking, better than she'd
expected.  Now there'd be just enough time to whip up a quick lunch for her
and her sweet baby Olivia, get cleaned up and head out the door for work.

   "I hope Olivia had fun last night at Stacy's house.  Those two are such
good friends and such responsible little girls." Well maybe not so little
anymore she reasoned, judging by how much her daughter's boobs had grown
lately.  "Just like mine at that age, practically sprung up overnight!"

   Flying into the driveway, Lauren had just missed seeing sweet little
cock-tease Stacy Bennett going in the side door of her neighbor's house by
mere seconds.

   "Shit, I'm really going to have to bust ass to get to work on time at
this rate.  Note to self, stop fucking your boy-toy a half hour sooner you
big slut!" Lauren giggled as she raced up the steps and through the front
door, her pussy still reminding her of all the action it had received over
the past three hours.

   "Olivia honey, I'm home!" she yelled as she ran into the kitchen and
started making lunch for the two of them as quickly as she could.  "Soup
and sandwich will have to do," she said aloud, throwing together all the
ingredients she figured would work for a turkey, lettuce and tomato
sandwich.  Putting a pot of soup on the burner turned down low, "That
should have it ready by the time I step out of the shower," Lauren
reasoned.

   "Olivia, are you home sweetie?" No answer.  "Olivia!" Lauren shouted as
she made her way down the hall and into her daughter's room.  There was her
baby, covers up to her chin, sleeping away like the dead.  "Precious thing,
she looks so innocent like that.  Mama's little baby," she thought as she
smiled looking at her beautiful daughter, so innocent, so responsible, so
pure.  If only she knew the real truth about her little girl.  Her precious
little baby could teach her mother a few tricks about the facts of life. 
Her daughter's pussy had more miles on it than GoodYear.  Ten minutes
later, a freshly scrubbed Lauren Hastings was dressed in her nurse's
uniform and quickly threw the soup and sandwiches for her and her daughter
on the table and went to wake up her sleeping beauty.

   "Olivia, wake up honey, I have lunch ready," she said while gently
shaking her daughter's shoulder.

   "Mom?  Hi, I didn't hear you come in."

   "Late night at Stacy's huh.  Did you girls get any sleep this time?"

   "Not much mom, I'm so tired.  Can I just eat in bed?"

   "Nope.  Get your butt out of bed young lady.  You want to stay up and
late and party all night with your friends, you gotta pay the price and get
your butt out of bed like the rest of us!"

   "Oh I paid the price alright for partying all night with my friends, I
got the red swollen pussy to prove it!" Olivia thought.  It was funny how
her mother always said things that made her want to mock her sarcastically.
"Ok, just give me a second.  I'll meet you in the kitchen once I throw some
clothes on."

   "Alright, hustle it up.  I need to go in a few minutes and I want to
spend at least a few minutes with my little girl."

   "Little?  Have you seen my tits lately woman?  They're huge!  Nothing
"little" about me, and at the rate I'm going my pussy is going to be huge
too!!!" Her inner dialogue made her chuckle as she pulled back the sheets
exposing her panty-less crotch, thankfully to an empty room as her mother
had scuttled down the hallway already.

   Looking down, her cunt didn't seem as red as it had when she first
jumped into the tub, and it wasn't throbbing like before either.  Sitting
down on a hard kitchen chair with her ass still on fire, "well that might
be another challenge altogether!" Olivia thought as she quickly pulled on
her bathrobe and followed her mother towards the kitchen.

   "Is your rash back again honey?  You keep squirming in your seat like
you did two weeks ago when I took you to see Dr.  Sanders.  You might want
to use that cream he gave you, if you still have some left."

   "That's not a bad idea mom."

   "You know, I should really make you another appointment with him.  If
that rash keeps coming back, it might be something serious."

   "No, you don't need to do that, my butt just hurts.  We were dancing
around Stacy's room last night and I fell.  I think it's bruised and it
just hurts to sit on."

   "Oh, ok.  Well why did you agree with me then about the cream if it's
just your butt?"

   "Huh?" Olivia asked realizing her thoughts about using the cream were
entirely self-indulgent and failed to make the connection that agreeing
with her mother might have consequences.  "Sorry, I guess I wasn't paying
attention and just agreed with what you were saying.  Sorry mom."

   Momentarily confused, Lauren realized she'd seen a slight smile creep
across her daughter's face when she mentioned using the cream on her rash.
Why would that make her smile?  Rash cream?  But with no rash?  No, not for
a rash, she was thinking about that cream on her pussy!  Oh my God!  My
daughter used?  No wait, using?  That cream...  on her pussy...  to
pleasure..., masturbate???  Oh God!  My little baby is masturbating!  Using
the cream just like I have!  Oh shit, the cream!" In a moment of panic,
Lauren realized she'd left her daughter's rash cream on her nightstand
after her morning stroke session.

   "Honey, do mind cleaning up for me?  I need to getting going."

   "Sure mom," Olivia replied.  Of course her attention had been diverted
to thinking about her cream and wondering if it would help her sore ass and
pussy.  Plus anything to get her mother off the topic of discussing her
pussy.  She'd gladly do some dishes for that, plus it would keep her prying
eyes off her still-too-large boobs.  Thankfully they seemed to be shrinking
a little bit, although they were still pretty big.  "I'll have to see if
those 34DD bras fit properly now," she thought as she opened the door of
the dishwasher and started putting the dishes inside.

   Busting ass down the hall and into her bedroom, Lauren spotted the jar
of "jilling cream" as she was affectionately calling it, sitting on her
bedside table.  It had worked wonders for her cunt and her libido following
her application of it the previous two mornings before meeting up with her
beaus.  It had made her masturbation sessions extremely pleasurable and had
jacked up the sensitivity of her privates, enough so to push her over that
ledge between just meeting the guys she'd set up coffee dates with, to
rolling in the hay with them very shortly after meeting them.

   "No wonder Olivia smiled at the thought of using the cream again.  She
must be getting the same sensations from it as I am!" she thought to
herself as she picked up the jar and hustled back out into the hallway and
down the hall to her daughter's room.  Realizing her daughter might be
having a bit of a sexual awakening from the cream, she instinctually felt
the urge to throw the jar away.  "But if I do that, she'll know that I know
that the cream feels great on your privates.  Shit, she'll know I've been
using it too if I make up some excuse why it needs to be thrown away, and
if she sees how much is gone she'll definitely know I'm using it up. 
Fuck." The quick thought progression had her momentarily frozen standing
there in her daughter's bedroom with the jar still in her hand.

   From down the hallway, Lauren heard Olivia call out that she was all
done with the dishes and was going to have a bath.  "Shit again!" Lauren
dropped the jar of cream onto her desk forgetting where she'd picked it up
from and heard footsteps coming down the hallway.  Looking around quickly,
Lauren spotted some clothes lying on the floor next to the bed and scooped
then up quickly and headed for the door.

   "Mom, what are you doing?" Olivia asked seeing the pile of clothes under
her mom's arm, knowing that they were the clothes she'd warn home from the
dorm orgy.  They had crusty leaked-out sperm coated all around the crotch
area and she knew that one sniff would reveal much more than she would be
able to explain.

   "Just picking up some dirty laundry.  I wanted to start a load before I
left for work," Lauren replied.

   "I'll get it mom, I know you're running late," Olivia answered back as
she reached for the clothes.

   Thankful that her daughter had bought the excuse, Lauren handed over the
pile of dirty and somewhat peculiar smelling clothes to her daughter (who
might be masturbating!) and smiled knowing she'd successfully returned the
cream without getting caught.  "Wait a minute, do I really want her having
that cream back?" she wondered as she started grabbing her stuff to leave
for work.

   "Oh, one other thing honey, I might take Sunday off so that you and I
have more than just the usual one day off to spend together on Monday. 
That sound ok to you?"

   "That sounds awesome mom," Olivia said with her pile of dirty clothing
clutched tightly to her chest, the scent of dried-up cum wafting up under
her nose.

   "Great honey, have a relaxing day!  Oh wait, are staying home today or
are you doing something with Stacy?"

   "No plans," she said shrugging her shoulders and giving her mother her
best innocent smile.

   "Text me if you plan on going anywhere, k?"

   "Sure mom."

   Lauren Hastings was out the door and off to work.  She'd had a busy
morning - fucked some random guy from a web site specializing in setting up
young guys with horny middle-aged women, spent a little quality time with
her daughter and now was off to provide for her family.  "A thoroughly
fulfilling day!" she thought with a smile.

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   Olivia had two things in mind, well three things really as she realized
as she was still clutching her stinky clothes as she watched her mother
pull out of the driveway, get these clothes in the washing machine and get
rid of the evidence, slather some of her cream on her tender ass and cunt,
and go back to bed, exactly in that order.

   She was going to have to be more careful with her clothes she thought as
she turned on the washing machine and headed back upstairs.  Her body was
recovering she realized as she climbed the basement steps back up to the
kitchen.  An ice pack might be good for her swollen tissues.  "But why
would I want to put an ice pack down there when I have my jar of cream
handy?" Olivia thought as she walked into her room and wondered where she'd
left her jar.  "Hmm, I don't remember leaving it on my desk?  In fact I'm
sure it was beside my bed last I remember using it.  Is mom using my
cream?" she wondered as she opened the lid and looked inside.  "Looks like
it.  Mom is using my cream?  On her pussy?  Gross." Without wanting to
spend another second thinking about those possibilities, Olivia climbed up
onto her bed and pulled her robe open to expose her naked loins.

   A thick dose of cream later, Olivia's fiery cunt and ass started to feel
a world better and even started to feel like it was ready for action again
as the drugs started absorbing into her reddened tissues.

   Sleep was definitely needed, but the rubbing of the cream was feeling
pretty good too.  "Do I really need to do this right now?  I just got my
brains fucked out less than 6 hours ago.  Am I that desperate for sex?" she
questioned as she continued her light touching around her tender swollen
kitty.  "I wonder if the inside is as tender as the outside?" Olivia
questioned as she scooped up another two fingers-full and went for the dip
inside.  The cool cream instantly put out the fire burning inside her love
tunnel and immediately made her head start to spin as the combination of
methamphetamines and Ecstasy started absorbing into her bloodstream through
her vaginal walls.

   "Ohhhh, I forgot how good this stuff feels...," Olivia purred as the
soreness of her vagina was temporarily forgotten, although the friction
from her fingertips was beginning to chafe a little.  Thinking about her
bag of tricks, or box of tricks as it were in her closet and wondering if
she had something in there that would help her cum quickly, Olivia thought
about the vibrators she had.

   Stumbling out of bed on her sore legs, Olivia pulled out her partially
hidden box, thinking to herself that she really needed to find a better
place to hide all this sex stuff before her mother finds it and flips out.
Grabbing her egg and a regular vibrator, Olivia closed up the box and hid
it back in the depths of her closet, and climbed back into bed.  Her crotch
was tingling the whole time she was hunched over searching for a few toys,
reminding her that her life was now devoted to the pleasures afforded by
her sexual organs.

   Using the cream still coated onto her exterior tissues, Olivia lubed up
the egg and slipped it inside her vagina.  Sparks of pain rang out as the
walls of her cunt stretched to accommodate the body-heat activated
vibrating egg.  With the egg firmly in place, Olivia turned on the other
vibrator and waited for the egg to come to life and pleasure her from the
inside while she went to work with the vibrator on her clitoris.

   The golden ring through her clitoral hood gave her a very intense and
rewarding shiver whenever the plastic housing of the vibrator bumped into
the metal hooked through her shroud.  The vibration of the metal instantly
sent shocks through her bud and intensified the feelings coming from it. 
It felt divine and relaxed her soul as the familiar building sensation of
her impending orgasm began.  Olivia felt very much at ease as she lay there
in her bed, all alone for a change with nobody else enjoying her body other
than she herself.  Her orgasm was hers to enjoy and enjoy it she would, at
her own pace.  A few minutes later the egg buzzed to life and rewarded her
with a rush that very nearly sent her over the edge.

   Knowing that she could cum any second and wanting to glean just a little
more pleasure from her loins before drifting to sleep, Olivia teased her
clit enticingly by slowing down the speed on the vibrator and selectively
directing the stimulation.  It was a lesson she'd learned the night before
in Joey's car, prolong the cum, intensify the result.

   Fifteen minutes later and nearly reaching her orgasm more times than she
cared to count, Olivia let her orgasm wash over her body and fulfill her
with an all-over body convulsion that brought with it every bit of the
pleasure she'd grown accustomed to enjoying.  It was the fuel for her
engine, the air for her lungs, it was every bit of what directed her life
these days.  She was still a slave to her own pleasure and would go about
getting that pleasure no matter what it took.

   Still basking in her afterglow, Olivia Hastings drifted off to sleep
with the shiny white egg still buzzing inside her soaking wet pussy.

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   "That's my horny girl.  Can't get enough of pleasing her own pussy. 
Even sleeping with no bottoms on so I can enjoy her pussy too!"

   Olivia knew the voice, even in her half-asleep condition.  It was Reed
and she could feel a draft on her bare skin.  He had the covers pulled back
and was poking around in her pussy.  His big thick fingers were irritating
her still-sore labia as he prodded up inside her.  Opening up her sleepy
eyes, Olivia looked down and said, "Reed, what are you doing here?  How did
you get in?"

   "I know where your extra key is and besides, I haven't had you in two
days.  I need some loving from my dream girl.  I started to finger your
pussy and found something stuck up in there and I was trying to get it
out."

   "You were fingering me in my sleep and I didn't wake up?  Really?"

   "You moaned a few times.  That was it.  Hold on, I think I got it," he
said as he managed to pull the motionless egg from her tender pussy.

   "Ouch, that hurts," Olivia groaned, her faced scrunched up in a grimace
as Reed pulled his fingers, still clutching the egg, from her reddened
slit.

   "What hurts?"

   "My pussy, it's still really sore."

   "From the graduation party?  That was two days ago," Reed commented
while staring down at Olivia's swollen and reddened pussy.

   "No, I got taken to a party last night and these guys got me drunk and
fucked me all night long.  They even tied me down at one point."

   "WHAT?  Who were they?  Did they rape you?  Tell me everything..." Reed
was livid, his eyes bulging out, his fists clenching at the thought of
someone taking advantage of his sex toy.  It was ok for him to have her
gang-fucked because he was there to ensure her safety, plus it was only one
time (so far).

   "Well, there was this guy Joey I met at Phil's pool party yesterday and
he took me to his college dorm.  Apparently he knows, or works for Alfred,
somebody who I know.  He said he was mad because I hadn't been answering
his calls or replying to his texts."

   "Phil?  My son's friend?"

   "Yeah, one and the same."

   "So what did he do?" Reed barked, still pissed.

   Reaching under her bed, Olivia extracted the thick envelope Joey had
left for her, and pulled out the note.  "Here read this, it tells
everything."

   Reading it thoroughly, Reed's mouth gaped open at the news the note
contained.  The look on his face suggested he either didn't believe it, or
he was in awe of the spectacle that his young neighbor had participated in,
and underestimating her nearly boundless limits.

   "Can I see the DVD please?" Reed asked looking down at the beautiful and
innocent looking girl next to him on the bed.  If not for the generous
swell of her breasts visible through her thin t-shirt and naked crotch
still fully on display, one would never guess that this tween was likely
the busiest slut anywhere.

   "Yeah sure, it's in the envelope there," Olivia indicated, pointing down
on the floor.  Closing her legs and pulling the covers back up over her
exposed crotch, Olivia settled back down with her head on the pillow,
content for the moment that Reed was more interested in the DVD than
playing with her sore pussy.

   Looking down at the disk, Reed noticed it was a high capacity blu-ray
DVD, indicating there was probably a lot of footage there.  "Do you have a
blu-ray DVD player on your computer Liv?"

   "I don't know," she said propping her head up on her elbow, and watching
her special guy fidgeting with her computer.

   "Nope.  I'll be back in a bit.  I want to check this out at my house. 
We still have time before tonight's dates," he said before getting up and
stepping back over to the bed.  Giving her a quick kiss on the lips, Reed
turned around to leave and said as he walked out the door, "Rest up that
pussy, we have work to do tonight!"

   "Work?  What do you mean?" she called out, but got no reply.  "Is he
talking about fucking more guys tonight?  Jesus, I don't think that's even
possible," she thought as she squeezed her thighs together and felt the
swollen tissue at the juncture of her legs press together painfully. 
"Definitely not possible," she thought as she pay back on her bed and once
again closed her eyes.

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   "Unbelievable, truly unbelievable," Reed whispered as he finished
watching yet another clip.  The DVD contained over a dozen different files
shot from various angles.  Some appeared to be from different cameras as
Olivia was thoroughly fucked by some big muscular dude with what looked to
be the biggest cock he'd even seen outside of a porn flick.  Well, that was
exactly what this was, a porno flick and his neighbor was the star.  The
first clip was the one of Olivia reciting her sex history and was
exceptionally erotic Reed thought, followed by four or five more of the two
of them fucking.  The sex toys clips were fascinating as his little sex-pot
fucked herself on some of the thickest dildos he'd ever seen.  The deep
rooted dildo orgasm was sensational footage and worth its weight in gold.

   The footage from the dorm party was a little jittery and Reed assumed
the cameraman had more than a few drinks in him as he watched guy after guy
fucking his prize.  It wasn't continuous footage thankfully as two hundred
guys fucking his neighbor would take way too long to watch and would cease
to entertain after a while he assumed.  What he did find interesting was
the footage shot after she'd been tied down to the couch.  It was an
endless line of guys fucking into her pussy and either dumping it into her
cunt, or walking around to the other side of the couch and finishing off in
her mouth.  "That explains how she sucked off..., what did the note say? 
One hundred and twelve guys.  Wow!"

   Reading it in a note is nothing compared to seeing an endless stream of
guys blowing chunks down a young girl's throat.  Reed couldn't remember a
time when he'd had a harder erection as he sat there watching the endless
procession of guys spunking into his neighbor.  "No wonder she said her
pussy was sore, that's a ton of cock she took there," he said aloud with
his pud in his hand as he slowly worked his hand up and down the shaft.  It
was like steel and he needed a remedy for it, and the remedy lived next
door.

   Reed found Olivia sound asleep once again and quickly pulled back the
covers, his hard cock already stripped of its clothing was ready to plunder
the soft wet folds which he had become so used to enjoying.  Feeling and
finding her labia dry, Reed spotted the jar of cream on the bedside table
and scooped a little out and generously coated it onto his cock before
aiming the tip at his sex toy's now clean shaven cunt.  It slipped in nice
and easy, not surprising with all the action it had received lately.  It
wasn't as tight as he first remembered, but it was still snug and felt
really nice as he slipped further inside.

   A white hot poker had just been pushed inside her most intimate of
places, at least that was what it felt like when Olivia was rudely awoken
by a searing pain coming from her pussy, only to open her eyes and look up
and find Reed perched above her, his thick cock driving relentlessly into
her battered pussy.  "Reed what are you doing?  Stop, that hurts.  Get your
cock out of me.  Please!"

   "Oh, come on, it can't be that sore.  Just let me bust my nut and then
I'll take it out.  I'm so damned horny from watching that video that I just
gotta fuck you, k?"

   "No, seriously, it really hurts, take it out, please I'm begging you,"
Olivia pleaded.  She was actually trying to push him away it hurt so badly.
The friction of his pumping was what was doing it, that and the stretching
of the tissue too.  Either way it hurt and she wasn't going to be able to
take any more of it.  "Take it out now, you have to, seriously, it really
hurts!"

   "Fuck, but..., what the fuck..., I have clients lined up for you
tonight. Your pussy can't be out of commission, not to mention your video
has me so fucking horny that I just have to cum in you, please?  I'm almost
there now, just a few more strokes please," he begged.

   "Hurry up, I think I can take it a little more, but that's all, I can't
fuck anymore tonight.  That's it."

   Thinking about the guys he had lined up for Olivia tonight, Reed asked,
"What about your ass, can you fuck there?"

   "It's even more sore than my cunt.  No way.  Just hurry up will ya?  It
feels like you're tearing me apart in there," Olivia pleaded through
gritted teeth.  She'd had soreness down there before.  With as many guys as
she'd fucked over the last while, she'd overdone it a couple of times
before, but she'd always managed to bounce back miraculously quick, this
time it was going to take a while to recover.

   What seemed like an eternity had only been a few minutes as Reed pushed
in as deeply as he could seat his cock as he unleashed his load of potent
sperm directly at Olivia's inviting cervix.  He could feel the hard
muscular ring of the little opening hugging the crown of his cock, although
he hadn't pushed hard enough to try and open it up for access for his
cockhead, but it was dilated enough for his seed to squirt right through
the opening.

   "There's no more heavenly feeling than cumming in your pussy my dear. 
Sorry that it took so long and sorry that I had to do it.  But I just had
to.  Your video was just so amazing," Reed said as he slowly extracted his
wilting cock from her reddened pussy.

   "That's ok, it didn't hurt as much after you got started, it kinda
numbed up a little I guess."

   "Maybe it was the cream I put on my cock to lube it up with," he said
gesturing towards the spiked pussy cream.

   "Oh, you used that stuff.  How do you feel?"

   "Really good in fact, why?"

   "It's got meth in it.  I think my doctor was trying to get me hooked on
it so I'd keep coming back to him, didn't work though," Olivia said as she
cupped a hand over her sore pussy and felt it gently throbbing.  If there
was any healing going on down there, Reed had just undone it all with the
vigorous, if not short-lived fucking he just gave her.

   "Drugs, in cream that your doctor gave you?  Really?" Reed asked as he
sat back watching the young girl in obvious distress over the pain coming
from her loins.  "Does everyone out there have plans that involve taking
advantage of this young beauty?" he thought to himself as he momentarily
felt a pang of guilt.  It had all started with his son blackmailing her, or
did it?  It sounded now like the doctor had done his dirty work first with
the hormone pills and the spiked pussy cream.  "I'm just one of many that
have my fangs in this young girl," he thought.

   Reed watched as Olivia lay there in the bed, her legs still spread wide,
her left hand still cupping her pussy.  It looked like she was either
holding it because it hurt, or because she expected his cum to leak out of
her most intimate part at any second.  He felt like a shit suddenly for
hoping he could find a way for her to fuck the grown men he'd lined up for
her this evening.

   Maybe it was the after-cum effect that made him feel that way.  "Guys
always lose that testosterone fired male aggression after they cum," he
pondered.  He had set this up as a business and in business you have to
think with your head, not your heart.  He still felt like a shit about it
all, but at the same time Reed realized, Olivia had chosen to go with those
guys to the dorm party.  She'd chosen to go with him to the graduation
party and fuck over fifty guys.  He hadn't forced her to fuck that old man
in the hotel, he gave her the choice and she fucked him willingly, just
like she'd fucked so many other guys willingly.  She was a slut by choice,
nobody was blackmailing her anymore as far as he knew, well maybe this
Alfred guy was, but he was going to need a speaking to, that was for sure.

   "If you use more of this cream, do you think you could work for me
tonight?"

   "Reed, come on, look at me, I'm in so much pain right now, and you were
being gentle and quick.  There's no way I can fuck anymore tonight.  Sorry,
there's just no way."

   "Ok, ok, but that's two nights in a row that I've had to cancel these
guys.  I didn't know you had plans last night so I rescheduled these guys
to tonight.  Now I have to reschedule them again.  This Alfred guy really
fucked up my plans by keeping you busy last night and taking you out of
commission tonight."

   "Sorry, I didn't know."

   "Well if you had checked your cell phone, you would have known.  I did
call you and I texted you too."

   "Sorry, I was a little messed up and I didn't have time to check it,
that Joey guy whisked me away before I had a chance to call.  I didn't even
call my mom.  Joey used my phone to text mom and tell her I was sleeping
over at Stacy's house.  I was just lucky that she texted back saying it was
ok or else I'd be grounded right now."

   "Alright, but I can see this being a problem.  Does this Alfred guy have
you working for him too?"

   "Yeah, I've worked for him a few times.  He owns this strip club that I
worked at once with Stacy, but that was just once.  He had me work for him
two other times; he had his bodyguard take me to a hotel, kinda like you
did."

   Like "you" did.  There it was again, the pang of guilt from hearing a
twelve year old talk about how he had whored her out to some old man in a
hotel room.  Of course he was a rich old man who paid him a thousand
dollars for an hour's worth of his efforts and an hour's worth of Olivia's
efforts, and all he had to do was send out some emails and wait for the
replies.  He'd heard back from the old man several times asking for a
repeat performance and he'd get it as sure as the sun would rise tomorrow.
"Hmmm, where did that guilt go to again?" Reed snickered in his head. 
There was a see-saw battle with his conscience going on right now and the
side that liked money was winning.

   "I need to talk with this Alfred, he's costing me money.  What's his
number?"

   "Are you really going to call him?  He's a dangerous guy.  I'm not sure
you should do that Reed," Olivia said.

   She had a pleading look in her eye that Reed picked up on right away. 
"Point well taken my dear," he thought.  This was business and he had
something on the guy, he had video of one of his guys and all his friends
fucking a minor.  And if Alfred had ordered the gang banging of a minor
like Olivia said he had, that was conspiracy to traffic a minor, or
whatever the charge was called.  Either way, he had evidence on the guy and
what did this Alfred guy have on him?  Nothing, a threat of violence maybe?
Well, yeah, that carried some weight too, but it seemed to Reed to be a
fairly even split.

   "I'll be alright, I just want to have a little business discussion with
him, set a few ground rules, some scheduling stuff..., you know."

   "Ground rules?" Olivia questioned.

   "Yeah, no damaging the goods," Reed said pointing at Olivia's
hand-covered crotch.  "Bad for business."

   "Ok, his number is on my phone."

   Reed picked up Olivia's cell phone and walked out of the room leaving
the blond beauty to rest and recover.

   From the warmth and safety of her bed, Olivia could hear a heated
discussion coming from the living room and wondered what was going on. 
They were arguing over her, or more specifically who was getting her pussy
to sell for sex.  Two grown men were arguing over the ownership of her sex,
and it was a huge turn-on Olivia realized as she lay there.  They wanted
her, wanted her badly enough to threaten each other with jail time and
bodily harm, just for her.  More specifically for the money they could make
with her, but it was her nonetheless.  If her pussy wasn't still so sore,
she would have masturbated over the thought of these two men threatening
each other over her.  The Queen was smiling at the thought.  "That's the
way it's supposed to be, men fighting over my pussy, fighting over the
right to fuck me, or control who fucks me," Olivia purred as she squeezed
her nipples in an attempt to gain some degree of sexual stimulation out of
her battered body.  "At least the guys had been relatively gentle with her
breasts last night," she thought as she pinched and pulled on her pierced
nipples, her legs pressing together putting pressure on her pussy.

   A short while later Reed came back in and put the phone down on the
table and sat down heavily on her desk chair, he wore the tension on his
face like a mask.

   "Well?" Olivia asked.

   "We came to an agreement, a loose agreement of sorts.  Don't worry about
the details but let's just say we'll keep in touch and decide on a daily
basis almost who gets you for the night.  Alfred will get you three nights
a week and I'll get you two nights a week.  We know your mom works six days
a week but sometimes takes a day off here and there.  We'll play the sixth
day by ear and see who gets you.  One of us will text or call you by
lunchtime everyday and let you know when and where we'll be picking you up
and what time we expect to get you home.  Also what you'll need to wear,
that sort of stuff, k?"

   "Don't I get a say in this?  I mean six days a week.  What if I want to
do something with my friends?"

   "Oh don't worry, Stacy was included in the conversation.  On nights the
two of you aren't working together, we can substitute her in your place if
needed, or if we don't have enough guys lined up for two of you, you can or
she can have the night off," Reed concluded.

   "But what if I don't like this arrangement?  What if I'm tired?  What if
I'm too sore?  I'm still just a kid you know?"

   "I just watched a video of a kid who fucked two hundred guys last night,
and I watched the same kid fuck fifty or more the night before.  Are you
really going to pull this "kid" shit with me?  You're a slut who loves
getting fucked and we both know it.  Don't forget you have a little drug
problem that Alfred is helping you out with and I have enough evidence to
show your mommy that will have you thrown into foster care until you're
eighteen.  So let's not argue this again ok?  I'm sure we can find a night
or two a week to get you some rest.  Will that work for you?"

   "Yeah, I guess," Olivia sighed.  She knew every word of what Reed said
was true.  She enjoyed the sex and she enjoyed the attention and she loved
the cocaine.  If she still wasn't so sore and hung-over, she'd probably
have her nose stuffed in her last baggy of coke right now.  She didn't mind
the plan of having her work so much, it was just the lack of choice that
had her bummed out.  Deep down she knew that being a kid wasn't an option
anymore, she'd grown up overnight and she knew just when that had happened.
It was the night Steve got her drunk and stoned, and fucked her.  It was
nine days ago exactly and since then she'd fucked so many guys she'd need a
spreadsheet to keep track of them all.  "Maybe that's not a bad idea,"
Olivia thought.  "At least then I'd have some idea what I've been up to, or
how many guys I've been with."

   "Ok then.  Are you sure you can't work tonight?  I mean maybe there's
some way we can numb up your pussy so that it doesn't hurt or something. 
Like some Ambesol or something."

   "What's that?"

   "The stuff they put on baby's gums when they're teething so it doesn't
hurt.  Aw scratch that, it'd probably make the guy's dicks numb too so they
wouldn't feel you much and probably make them fuck you even longer trying
to cum.  Any other ideas?"

   "How about some rest?  I could really use it.  My head is still pounding
and my body aches all over.  I should be good to go tomorrow.  How about
then?  I'll make it really good for them, I promise," she pleaded.

   "Alfred has you for tomorrow night.  Tomorrow's Friday and he has you
Fridays and Saturdays, Tuesday too.  I get Wednesday and Thursday.  I
figured he's going to work you pretty hard Friday and Saturday and you'd
need the rest Sunday and Monday.  Tuesday should be light so I'll get you
all fresh and ready to go for Wednesday and Thursday."

   "What are you going to have me doing those nights?"

   "Besides the obvious?  I don't know, private parties maybe, who knows.
All options are open my dear."

   "Sorry about tonight.  I really would if I could, but I'm just too
sore," Olivia sighed apologetically.

   "I'm sure you'll make it up somehow.  Maybe if you can get out tomorrow
morning we can work something out then perhaps?"

   "Sure, I think I'll be better by then."

   "Alright, I'll go and call them and break the bad news," Reed said as he
stood up and headed out the door.  "I'll call you later, maybe you want
some company once you've caught up on your sleep.  Maybe watch a movie or
something."

   "That would be really nice," Olivia replied, her smiling face peeking
out from under her covers, her blonde hair cascading down her pillow giving
her an angelic appeal.

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

   Reed had been back in his house for only short time before he called the
guys he had setup up for Olivia that evening.  Naturally they were all very
disappointed, one of them outright pissed off.

   "I paid you good money to fuck that little vixen and I plan on doing it!
I don't care how sore she is, she's a whore, she should just take it!"

   "Settle down Nate, I'll make it up to you.  She thinks she might be good
to go tomorrow morning.  Do you think you can get away tomorrow morning and
come over here?  You can fuck her at my place if you want."

   "What about a blow job tonight?  Do you think she'd be willing to do
that tonight?"

   "I don't see why not.  Come on over in a couple of hours, say seven? 
That should give her enough time to get some sleep."

   "See ya then."

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

   Olivia was having a very pleasant afternoon just hanging out by herself.
It had been quite some time since she'd had a chance to just hang out and
do nothing.  All the men in her life had been directing her activities for
so long now that she forgot what it was like to have nothing to do.

   Curled up on the couch under a nice fluffy blanket, Olivia surfed
through the channels looking for something on TV to keep her attention.  It
was a Thursday and in the middle of the afternoon, soap operas were just
not keeping her interested.  A few episodes of iCarly were cute and made
her laugh, but Olivia was finding it harder and harder to keep focused on
the boring programs.

   She still had her bathrobe on with just a t-shirt underneath, and her
bare bottom kept reminding her of how much attention her kitty needed these
days.  Her pussy wasn't as sore as it had been right after Reed had
finished fucking her, but it was still sore enough that another dose of her
special cream might be in order.

   The sensation was always divine when the cream did its magic as Olivia
gently rubbed a light coating into her pussy.  Being careful not to abrade
her tender skin, Olivia slowly circled her fingers over her folds of skin
as the tingling sensation began to increase.  Whether it was from the
day-after-day of constant attention to her sexual organs or just the fact
that she loved to play with her kitty, Olivia couldn't manage to go for an
hour without fondling herself.

   Bored, Olivia pulled up her saved copy of the beach video and watched in
fascination at her performance.  It was making her horny as hell, watching
her striptease on the deck and then the guys using her body as they
pleased. Equally fascinating was the video of the guys fucking her mother
which she watched twice.  "Why am I watching mom getting fucked?" Olivia
whispered aloud.  "Because it's hot," she thought as she continued gently
rubbing her clitoris.  Thankfully the activity from last night had left her
clitoris in perfectly good condition as the guys hadn't cared in the least
to pay her little clitty any attention.

   Scrolling back through her hidden file, Olivia reviewed all the photos
Steve had emailed her and made her think back to her earlier idea of
cataloguing her conquests.  There were so many guys in such a short amount
of time, could she even hope to remember every encounter, or how many guys
she'd been with at each one?  "What a task!" she thought.

   Starting her Word program, Olivia sat down and tried to come up with a
list in chronological order starting from the beginning.  Piecing together
the jigsaw puzzle with all the faces and information from the pictures and
videos Steve had recorded, and what memories still lingered, Olivia started
forming her list.

   An hour later and two more doses of cream to help the healing process,
Olivia had come up with her list of guys, as best she could remember:

   Day 1 - Steve in his basement - 1 guy

   Day 2 - Steve, Mr Fraser (at school), Steve's friends: Dan, Deke, Billy,
Frank, Pete, Brett, Trent, Phil, and plus two whose names I can't remember.
Thank God for the video!  - 12 guys

   Day 3 - Steve and his buddies again.  Dr Sanders!  Holy crap, almost
forgot about him!  DeShawn (huge cock!) and Alfred.  Porn shop trip!  Porn
shop guy and all the guys I fucked in the back of the porn shop.  I'm
guessing 30-40 guys.  The bums in the alley on the way home, that was like
15 or 20.  Wow!  Like 50 or 60 guys today plus Steve and his friends, that
makes like 70 guys so far!

   Day 4 - Church day - Mr.  Mathews and the guys at church (Big Lou -
another huge one!), I think there were five of them.  Our shopping trip
with Steve, the shoe store guy and the guys from the clothing store.  Ten
guys there probably.  The first time Stacy and I stripped at Alfred's
place. That was a busy night!  I think they said I fucked 41 guys that
night plus each of the bouncers.  Crazy!  Then we let Stacy fuck all those
bikers at the biker bar Steve took us to.  Of course I got fucked there too
and there were at least 20 there, if not more.  Then we let the bums in
that alley fuck Stacy when she was passed out, and I joined in too!  What's
wrong with me?  Why can't I ever stop?  There was like what, 15 or 20 bums
that I took on too?  Fuck me, how many is that?  Like 102 or something like
that!  Holy crap, like 170 guys in just 4 days!

   Day 5 - Beach Party - Well, based on the video, it looks like around 30
guys.  Reed took me to that hotel where he had set me up with that old man.
That adds up to 200 guys!  In five days!  I must be the biggest SLUT in the
world!  Woohoo!  Go Olivia!

   Day 6 - A light day, I went to the mall and only fucked like 5 guys, six
if you include Jake.  DeShawn took me to a hotel and I did six guys there.
Only twelve guys?  Not good enough slut!  You got work to do!

   Day 7 - Stacy and I went to the porn shop and we each fucked like 50
guys.  I sucked off the cabbie while Stacy ate my pussy, that's a first! 
Reed took me to Jake's house for his brother's graduation party.  Reed said
it was 50 guys, Jake said more like 60.  It sure felt like a lot.  Jake's
dad (big cock!) suggested I fuck his dogs, hmmmmm..., not sure about that.
Bachelor party with Stacy, add ten to the list.  Biggest day so far, 110
for sure, maybe a few more.  Grand total for the biggest slut in the world!
Make that the Queen of the Sluts, three hundred-twenty some odd guys, give
or take a few dozen!  Amazing, I truly am amazing.

   Day 8 - Jake's house.  Ok, weird.  Didn't really want to go there but
did.  Kinda had to, he and I both know I fucked most of the guys at my
school, something I really can't have anyone knowing.  Didn't want to fuck
him but did anyway.  What can I say, I can't say no to cock.  Did Phil at
Stacy's house then did Steve at Phil's house.  Passed out and got fucked by
I don't know how many, maybe eight or ten judging by how tingly my pussy
felt after waking up (thanks Stace for throwing a passed-out person in the
pool).  Banged the stoners (that's me!) in the living room, another eight
or ten guys (don't know how many might have already fucked me from when I
was passed out though).  Then Joey and then it was off to his dorm.  How do
I describe that experience?  I guess it was like a runner running a
marathon, you don't know what your body is capable of until you push it
beyond all previously known limits.  That was a limit I don't feel like
pushing anytime soon.  Like, two hundred and twenty guys yesterday!  That's
fucking nuts.  Of course most of them I wouldn't remember or recognize even
if I bumped into them, I was pretty fucked up on coke and booze.  Coke
good, booze bad, my head still hurts from it, my legs too.  They left me in
a half-standing position for what felt like all night with my feet tied to
the couch legs and my top half slouched over the top of the couch.  My
hammies are killing me today not to mention my calves are all crampy. 
Joey's note said I fucked 204 guys in my pussy and every one of them
spermed my cunt, ninety-three more spermed my ass and 112 of them spermed
down my throat.  That's a lot of cum!  It's a good thing I haven't started
my period yet!  I wonder if I should talk to Dr.  Sanders about that?  I
could use some more cream anyway.  It's not as good as coke, but at least
it's a nice back up.

   Speaking of..., Olivia stood up from her desk and walked over to her
backpack and dug around for her baggy of coke.  It was gone.  Either she'd
snorted it up herself and didn't remember tossing the bag, or somebody at
the orgy had taken it.  "Fuck, that leaves me with just one baggy left,"
she cursed as she went to her closet and found her stashed baggy of
cocaine.

   Two lines later and young Olivia Hastings didn't have a care in the
world.  Her aching body had somehow magically transformed and she felt
alive again.  Returning to her computer, she finished the last of her
entries.

   Olivia's Cock-Log:

   Back again and pardon if I fuck up, I'm a little high and typing is hard
to do when ur stoned.  Ok, that last number was 204 plus the guys from
Phil's house, so maybe like 210 or 220 maybe?  Oops, I said maybe twice,
ha, ha, ha, LOL!  Okay the Queen of all Sluts anywhere..., that's 320 plus
220, oh wow, ,540 guys!  Holy fucking cow, that's amazing!  I must have the
happiest pussy in the world!  Five hundred cocks have been in here!  In
only eight days!  I wonder how long it's going to take to hit one thousand?
It's a good thing I live in a big city, I wouldn't want to run out of
cocks!

   Ok, who is the hottest guy I've fucked?  Hmmm, that's a tough one.  I
guess it could be a multi-part question.  Is it the guy who turned me on
the most, or who was the best looking, or who just fucked me the best? 
Tough one, so many faces.  Reed is hot, some of the guys from the beach
party were definitely hot.  Too hard to answer.

   Biggest cock I've fucked.  Probably DeShawn although the top five have
to be Joey (biggest white guy), Jake's dad (another big white guy), Big Lou
(I need to answer his texts and give him a repeat performance, I'm so bad
at replying to texts, Alfred was right), and I guess Reed, the fifth guy?
Not really sure.  That body builder guy from the mall was pretty big, maybe
him.  Hmm, fucking big cocks, ok, I'm getting really horny again!

   I'll add more tomorrow if I remember.  I'm sure Alfred will be helpful
in adding to my total.  Total, lol, that's me, the Total Slut!  I love it,
truly I do.

   Stepping away from her desk, Olivia was uncertain what to do next.  She
was super horny after compiling her list of guys she'd fucked.  "Wow, I
think I averaged like 40 guys a day!" she thought.  Her pussy was hungry
for cock and the cocaine coursing through her was making matters worse. 
She'd never just sat around stoned before, every time other than now had
always involved fucking while stoned and here she was stoned and with no
dicks in sight.

   "I always have my trusty dildo's," she said as she went to her closet to
find her stash.

   It was uncomfortable at first, her tender kitty protesting to the
intruder she was shoving inside of her well used cunt, but immediately knew
that this was what she needed.  It was really something, after taking on
over two hundred guys in the previous twenty-four hours, she couldn't go
even a day without having either the real thing, or a fake dick stuffed
into her kitty.  Sure Reed had fucked her only a few hours ago, but she
couldn't stop it, she needed her pussy occupied with something.  Was it an
addiction to cock?  Is there such a thing?  Five hundred cocks in eight
days sure sounded like an addiction as Olivia fed the "normal" sized cock
into her pussy, her finger strumming her clitoris as her body responded the
only way it knew how these days, to get ready for another orgasm.

   Those huge dildos was been a trip she realized as this normal sized
dildo now seemed rather insignificant.  Sure it was probably a good thing
she didn't have one of those now as she really did need the rest.  Her
pussy was complaining even with this little one, but it was a good hurt and
one that she was finding impossible to say no to.  "God I wish I had one of
those bigger one's right now.  It was such a nice stretch to cum on," she
thought as her orgasm flooded her brain with endorphins and her body
shuddered with the pleasure she'd experienced hundreds if not a thousand
times over the last week and a half.

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

   Stacy Bennett was having the time of her life.  Alfred had promised to
keep her busy, and busy she was.  It was her second time back at his club
and she was a busy girl indeed.  DeShawn had picked her up from Olivia's
neighbor's house and stopped by her parents house long enough to pick up
her slut clothes.

   Of course her nosy sister Katy had wanted to know where she was going
and what she was going to be doing, so she dragged her along for the
experience.

   Stacy had seen Katy watching her from the back of the room over by one
of the bouncers.  She was up on stage and dancing to the loud music as the
bass pounded her ears.  It was her first time back since she and Olivia had
worked there four or five days ago.  That had been quite the night, she'd
out-fucked her best friend by almost ten guys!  It was one of the best
night's she'd even had in her life.  So many good looking guys, and a bunch
of uggs too, but they wanted her and her new boobs too.  "That was at least
two cup sizes ago," Stacy thought as she started moving her body to the
music, the guys in front of her cheering her on.  The guys in pervert's row
had that stare going, the one where all they can seemingly think about is
what her tits look like and what her cunt is going to look like once she
takes off her g-string.  They looked desperate and that's just what Stacy
was, desperate for more cock.

   Swaying to the music with her best dance moves, Stacy batted her eyes at
the guys and started removing her top.  It was only the first song and she
was told to just dance around for the first song, take off her top during
the second and everything during the third song.  "Not this girl," she
thought as she unsnapped the skimpy top she had on.  "These tits have been
too long in coming, I'm showing them off now!"

   Too long in coming.  To a normal twelve year old, well..., nearly
thirteen, tits shouldn't be something "too long in coming", but when you're
best friend's with Olivia Hastings, they certainly are.  Stacy had been
jealous of everything about Olivia, her beautiful looks, her perfect body,
her big boobs.  She had the body of an eighteen year old at twelve.  It
just wasn't fair.  That was until Dr.  Sanders and his hormone pills.  Now
Stacy had genuine C-cups and wanted nothing less than to show every guy
willing to look, her new boobs.

   She still had the straight body lines of a still-developing girl with
only a modest swell at her hips, but she had boobs.  Really nice full boobs
that stuck straight out from her rib cage; defying gravity with big puffy
areolas that were capped by light brown nipples with gold hoops through
them.  They were sexy and she knew it, and wanted every guy to know it too.


   Before the second song was even over, Stacy was on the floor of the
stage, writhing around on a white fluffy blanket, naked as the day she was
born.  Spreading her legs and giving the guys in pervert's row everything
they hoped for, Stacy was pretty sure she'd be a busy girl for the rest of
the night after the showing she'd just put on.

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

   Katy Bennett was in awe, her little no-talent sister had just turned a
crowd of horny men insane with her little dance routine, if you wanted to
call it that.  Stacy was as uncoordinated as they come and somehow had
managed to stumble through a song or two before showing everything she had
to the crowd of guys and making them go nuts.  "If they liked that, they'd
go crazy over what I could do," Katy thought to herself.

   All her years of gymnastics training had left her with considerable body
awareness and physical grace.  She'd be able to do things up there that
would really wow the guys.  She didn't have her sister's boobs (yet), but
she had a body, a gymnast's body and one that she knew guys went crazy for.
She was a "spinner" and even though she hated the term, she'd heard guys
call her that before and took it as a compliment to her small size and sexy
muscular figure.  She had boobs growing now and even though they were only
A-cups, they were perky and perfect according the guys at Phil's pool party
yesterday.

   She knew Steve loved her boobs, and Roger had practically gushed when he
stripped her down at the motel yesterday morning and saw how the double
dose of pills had made them practically spring up over night.  That was
twenty-four hours ago and six pills ago and her A-cups were well on their
way to B-cups and who knows, maybe she'd be up to C-cup before she was done
with her pills.  "Although anything bigger than a C on me might be a
problem with my future in gymnastics," she thought as she watched her
sister collecting her clothing and head off-stage.

   Walking through the door to the back-stage area, Katy quickly found her
sister putting on yet another skimpy outfit.  "Hey sis, that was pretty
hot. What do you do for an encore?" she joked.

   "Hi Kate!  You really thought that was hot!"

   "Yeah, you looked so sexy up there.  Your boobs looked huge too by the
way," Katy said.

   "Thanks.  So what did you think?  Something you'd want to try?"

   "Maybe.  It looked like fun.  So what now?"

   "We go out onto the floor and try to get guys to buy either lap dances
on the floor or private dances up in the VIP area.  Personally all I want
are the VIP dances."

   "Why's that?"

   "Because if the guys have enough cash, they get to fuck me and that's
all I want," Stacy admitted.

   "Really?"

   "Hell yeah.  The last time I was here, I had guys lined up all night
long waiting for me.  At the end of the night, Alfred had a nice little
bonus for us waiting."

   "What kind of bonus?"

   "Nah, uh, can't say.  If you want to find out, you gotta play too."

   "Really, you think I could do this too?"

   "Sure why not, you got the moves for the dancing part and after what I
saw yesterday at Phil's I know you can handle the sex part."

   "I'll think about it.  Looks like fun though."

   "Olivia and I are working here tomorrow night so you're welcome to come
along and try it out," Stacy offered.  Truthfully she wanted her sister to
stop talking so she could get out there and work the crowd and get her guys
lined up while they were still hot for her.

   "Ok, maybe I will," Katy agreed.  In the back of her mind she felt like
she'd just taken another step down a path she wasn't sure she was prepared
to take.  Then again, she'd taken many of those steps lately and so far she
had only the regrets that come from breaking the rules her morality had
grown accustomed to.  With each successive step, she found those rules
easier to break and less of a burden on her conscience.  "How far down will
you go Katy before you say stop?" she questioned.

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

   Olivia was back on the couch again in front of the TV, only this time
the boring content on the TV was being augmented by the excitement from the
hand firmly planted between her legs, her fingers rubbing her clitty
vigorously.  One orgasm just wasn't going to be enough, was two?  Maybe
three before the night was over.

   Olivia had tried to keep herself busy to pass away the time.  She ate
some dinner, finished washing her clothes, cleaned up her room, but
everything always came back to sex and the coke was just making it more
urgent.  With nothing to do, Olivia had snorted back some more of the magic
white powder and found her horny scale hit the roof as a result.

   Here she was now on the couch with her fingers drumming away on her
clitty and her biggest and longest dildo firmly planted in her pussy.  She
was sitting on top of it so that it was in as far as she could get it. 
"I'm going to have to go back down to that porn shop and get some bigger
ones, this baby just isn't doing it," she thought as she could feel the
phallus poking at the end of her tube.  If it was longer she might be able
to get it up into her womb and have one of those spectacular womb-gasms
again she pondered.  Her pussy was still tender, but the coke made her
forget about it long enough to let her orgasm build.

   Unfortunately a knock at the front door put a quick stop to any further
masturbating as Olivia jumped up and quickly pulled the dildo from her
sopping pussy before shoving it between the couch cushions and pulling her
robe closed.  The shades were drawn and she doubted anyone could see in,
but you just never knew.

   "Reed, Hi, I thought you were going to call?" Olivia said as she stood
there at the front door.

   "I did, you didn't hear your phone ringing?"

   "Sorry, I must have left it in my room and didn't hear it."

   "No problem.  Want to come over and watch a movie with me and a friend
of mine?"

   "A friend?"

   "Yeah, just throw some clothes on and come on over.  Just let yourself
in," he said as he backed up and headed back down the steps before heading
over to his house.

   Slightly confused why he would invite her over while he had a friend
over, especially after he'd said they would spend some quiet time together,
Olivia closed the door and headed to her room to change.

   Looking in the mirror Olivia saw a sight.  She had no make-up on, her
hair was a mess and she had bags under her eyes from the previous night's
activities.  "This just won't do," she said as she headed to bathroom to
fix herself up.

   Pleased with her efforts, Olivia got dressed and found the 34DD bra she
had picked out fit perfectly.  Her boobs were shrinking down!  "Yay, I can
wear a bra again!" she said out loud.  Throwing on a t-shirt and one of her
short new skirts, along with one of her thongs over her shaven cunt, Olivia
looked in the mirror and was pleased with how she looked.  "Sexy, but not
provocative, done up, but not overdone, perfect," she thought.

   Letting herself in as instructed, Olivia found Reed and his friend
sitting in the living room staring at the TV.

   "Hey Liv, I want you to meet my friend, uh, Bob.  We were just watching
a movie, I think you'll know it although you haven't actually seen it yet."

   Walking around in front of the big flat-screen, Olivia recognized the
video right away, it was the video Joey had taken the day before of him
fucking her in Phil's parent's room.

   "You're even prettier in person than you are in your pictures and in
your videos," Bob said.

   "Pictures?" Olivia questioned looking at the man.  He had that same look
every man had for her these days, a look of hunger, and it made her pussy
start to moisten.

   "Bob had a date with you tonight.  I offered to show him a video of you
and he enjoyed it so much, he wanted to know if you'd come over and watch
it with us?"

   "Yeah sure, I guess," Olivia replied as she looked for a place to sit.

   As if reading her mind, Reed said, "Why don't you sit over there next to
Bob, make him feel welcome."

   "Ok," Olivia agreed and plopped herself down on the couch next to the
guy.  He was nothing special, an average looking middle-aged guy with a
beer gut dressed in blue jeans and a t-shirt.  If he was looking for action
tonight, he certainly didn't go out of his way to dress up for it she
thought as she returned her focus back to the video of her and Joey.

   Reed had done a marvelous job of editing the video, splicing all of the
angles from the different cameras together and keeping the sound in sync
too.  It really looked professional Olivia thought as she was getting
turned-on more so than she already had been.  There was something about
watching yourself fucking on video that really got her all hot and bothered
she realized as she sat there.

   Olivia felt Bob put his arm around her and pull her close.  She could
see the bulge in his jeans as he watched Joey slamming his great big cock
home into her sopping pussy on the TV.  Her pussy felt like a tap as it
started to leak its lubricant.  Her pussy felt just as wet right now as it
looked in the video she thought as she could feel the wetness clinging to
her thong.  She wanted to jerk the thin material aside and start friggin
her clit once again as she'd been right in the middle of another cum when
Reed knocked at the door.

   Glancing at Bob's bulge again, Olivia wondered what his cock looked
like; how big was it?  Was he cut or uncut?  Would it hurt her pussy if she
fucked him right now?

   "Do you want to see it?" Bob asked.

   "Huh?' Olivia replied.

   "You keep looking down at my cock.  Do you want to see it?"

   "Sh-sure."

   "Pull it out, get a close look," he replied.

   Olivia wasn't usually the one doing this kind of work, she usually found
the cocks ready willing and already undressed for her.  Unbuttoning and
unzipping Bob's pants, she found his cock pointing through his boxers and
right there for her.  She was always fascinated by the male penis, such a
strange looking thing and yet something she couldn't seem to live without,
not even for a day.  Hell, not even for a few hours.

   "Stroke it," Bob said.

   Olivia wrapped her hand around his stiff rod.  It wasn't particularly
big, just average, and not even super hard, but hard enough that she'd be
able to jam it up into her pussy without any trouble.  With practiced
movement, Olivia guided her hand up and down his shaft applying just the
right amount of pressure.  Just enough to fire off all the nerves giving
the right amount of stimulation without being too firm.  Judging by the
Bob's reaction, she was doing a fine job.

   A few minutes later Bob announced he was going to cum and Olivia found
him pushing her head towards his cock.  Leaning down, Olivia took his
cockhead into her mouth just as he started spurting.  Careful not to spill
any, she sucked gently and rolled her tongue around the tip, feeling each
blast of cum as it sprayed onto her pink oral appendage.  It was salty and
bitter, not one of the more pleasant loads she'd even had in her mouth, and
she was one to know the difference between good and bad cum.  Swallowing it
all down like a good little slut, Olivia licked the tip clean and released
it from her mouth.

   "Thanks doll, that was great.  You really know how to suck a cock."

   "Thanks mister."

   "Bob, please, mister makes me feel old."

   "Sure, Bob," Olivia replied.  Looking at him and she realized he was
just like any other guy, he looked at her like she was a piece of meat and
she saw herself in the same way.  She wanted him to use her, she wanted him
to play with her girly parts, to stick his fingers in her pussy, hell, even
her ass.  She wanted him to stick his average cock into very experienced
pussy.  It was what made her hot, it was what made her feel sexy, and it
was what made her want to pleasure him further.

   "If it's not too much trouble, would you mind showing me your tits
sweetie?"

   "Music to my ears," she thought as she pulled her t-shirt over her head
exposing her lacy black bra.  Her diamond studs clearly visible through the
thin material, although the experience was short lived as Olivia unhooked
the article and pulled it off her shoulders exposing her breasts for Bob's
pleasure.

   "Oh God, they are even better in person.  Can I suck on them?"

   "Please do," Olivia encouraged.

   "Climb up onto my lap so they're right in my face."

   Complying, Olivia climbed upon the man's lap and immediately felt his
mouth latch onto her nipple like a lamprey eel finding its next meal.  It
felt amazing as his tongue swirled around her crinkled nub of flesh, his
tongue playing with the stud thrashing it this way and that.  "Ohhh, that
feels nice Bob, play with my other nipple too," Olivia purred as she
started grinding her pussy down onto his soft flaccid cock, trying to find
any stimulation for her clitty.

   Olivia felt Bob's fingers find her other nipple and begin to squeeze
firmly, just the way she liked.  "Oh, if this keeps up, I'm going to have
to fuck him just to make myself cum," Olivia thought as she felt so
turned-on at the moment.

   Slowly but surely, Bob worked her nipples, trading each between his
mouth and his fingers going back and forth over and over again, all the
while pumping hips up at hers hoping to get his erection back and hopefully
another cum too.

   Olivia felt it, and it wasn't for lack of effort on her part either. 
She ground her pussy down on the man's cock for what seemed like forever
trying to get some life back into it, and here is was coming back to life,
thank God!

   Reaching down Olivia quickly pulled her thong aside and grabbed the
man's cock and lined it up with her soaking pussy and immediately slammed
it home bottoming out in one thrust.  "Agghhhh," Olivia cried out.  It hurt
her still-recovering pussy, but she had to have it in there, it was where
it was meant to be and there was no way her cunt was going to allow her to
leave it unfilled.

   "Oh God your pussy feels amazing.  I didn't think there was any way I
was going to get to fuck you tonight but Reed was right, he said you
wouldn't be able to keep off my cock, not once you saw it in the flesh,"
Bob panted.

   "Really?  I can't "not" fuck a cock once I see it?" Olivia thought as
she pumped her hips up and down on the man's hardening tool.  "Reed invited
me over knowing that I wouldn't be able to resist fucking this guy?  This
totally average guy with a totally average dick, just because he was next
to me and he had a hard-on?  Sad, but I guess true," she thought as she
realized the truth, she'd fuck anything with a cock, as long as it was hard
and willing.  "Anything with a hard cock, why do I keep coming back to that
thought, anything?  Joey said the same thing yesterday.  What did he say,
"I like how you said anything, and not anybody." Does that mean that I'd
fuck any hard cock, even if was attached to something else?  What did Joey
say, a Tijuana Donkey show?  Would I really fuck an animal?"

   It's funny how you get so used to doing certain things.  You do them so
many times that it becomes second nature, like you don't even need to think
to do them anymore.  All these thoughts poured through Olivia's mind while
she fucked up and down on Bob's cock.  He thought he was getting the fuck
of a lifetime; Olivia was thinking about whether or not she'd fuck an
animal, and he never knew the difference.

   Putting those thoughts aside for the moment, Olivia got back to the task
at hand and ground her clit down onto Bob's fatty belly, working her love
bud hard towards her impending orgasm, all the while feeling Bob's hips
ever pushing upwards, trying his best to get all of his six inches of
average cock in as deep as possible.

   Olivia rode the man for what seemed like a very long time before she
felt him start to pump his sperm into her cunt.  She didn't care, she had
her orgasm ten minutes ago.  Olivia was just glad the man was able to fill
her up with his cum, a "thank you" of sorts for her efforts.

   "Just lay back there for a while, keep my cum in you, ok sweetheart?"

   "Yeah sure, you want to me to keep my legs up?" Olivia asked lifting her
legs up in the air and holding onto her ankles.  It was a beautiful pose
Reed thought as he watched Olivia laying back on the couch, her legs spread
wide as she held her legs high up in the air, her cunt gaping open slightly
and her puckered anus practically winking at him.  "What don't you lay on
your back on the ottoman and Bob can hold your legs up while you suck on
his cock?"

   "Ok," Olivia replied and got up and quickly assumed the position on the
ottoman, her head back at knee level, her legs straight up in the air as
she watched Bob get down on his knees, his softening cock level with her
mouth.  She sucked in the flaccid member and tasted her juices mixed with
his bitter cum.  It wasn't any better the second time around, but at least
she had her own yummy taste to cut it down with.  Olivia felt hands holding
her legs upright and wondered why guys had such a fascination with keeping
their cum in her cunt and although she couldn't really feel it, she knew
Bob's bitter semen was sliding its way down towards her cervix and into her
womb.

   Assuming the hands holding her legs were Bobs's, Olivia felt the blunt
end of something warm rubbing up and down her pussy lips and without even
needing to wonder what it was, felt Reed start pushing his generous cock
into her pussy for the second time today.  And for the second time today,
his big cock split her open to a fresh bout of pain, although this time is
wasn't much more than a slight discomfort.  "Oof," Olivia grunted as she
felt her pussy walls stretch to fit Reed's hard cock.  It inched in slowly
as her lubrication accepted the intruder, its inward thrust continuing
until she felt stuffed with his hot meat.

   Despite her best intentions to give her poor pussy a chance to heal,
here she was again getting speared from both ends.  Thankfully Bob's cock
was remaining nice and soft as Olivia wasn't sure she'd be able to take a
whole night of fucking again.  Tomorrow night would be a busy one if Alfred
was going to have her work his club again, and she needed every minute of
healing she could afford.

   An hour later, Olivia waddled home, her pussy was starting to pulse with
little stabs of pain as she took one careful step after another.  It wasn't
as painful as she'd expected, but Reed had lasted longer than she'd wanted
and sadly, Bob was able to get it up once more and insisted on fucking her
pussy again.  Reed had bottomed out and forced the end of his cock into her
cervix again as he spurted into her depths and Bob fucked her on the
ottoman right after Reed and kept her legs straight up in the air the whole
time.

   Olivia anticipated cum would be leaking from her pussy all night long
thanks to the three loads they'd stuffed in her.  Bob, the weirdo had asked
her to scoop it up and drink it.  "What is wrong with some guys?" she
wondered as she climbed the steps of her porch and opened the door.

   Reed had given her a copy of the video he'd put together and although
sex was the last thing she wanted to think about, the footage from the dorm
piqued her curiosity.  The entire night was a blur after they'd left the
pool party because of all the coke she'd snorted plus all the booze they
kept forcing down her throat and Olivia wondered what it looked like to get
fucked by two hundred guys.

   As expected, creamy white goo started running down her thigh the minute
she stepped inside the door and Olivia ran to the kitchen to grab a towel
before it leaked all over the floor.  "Fuck Bob, I'm not drinking his
bitter cum," she thought as she wiped up her cunt with a tea towel that had
been left hanging from the oven handle.  Reed's was tasty enough, but Bob's
wasn't and there was no way she was going to drink that down again unless
she had to.

   Curling up on the couch to watch the DVD, Olivia sat through close to
two hours of video of the continuous fucking she'd sustained at the dorm.
It started out with one-on-one sex and quickly progressed to two on one,
then three on one and then the video was reduced to nothing but cum shots,
and there were a lot of them!  It seemed they'd made a real effort to
capture every one of them on tape and Reed had been careful to include each
one on the DVD.

   It was disturbing to say the least, watching her nearly unconscious body
be violated by an endless stream of young men.  Over a hundred guys
unloaded their cum into her mouth and she'd swallowed it all down, although
towards the end it seemed a lot of it just dribbled back out of her slack
mouth.  They'd taken close ups of her battered pussy and asshole as cum
dripped from her back end and dripped down into the small pail they'd
placed between her feet.  What did the note say?  Every guy came in your
pussy and like ninety unloaded in your ass.  That was almost three hundred
cum-shots!  "I should donate to a sperm bank, I'd make a fortune," she
sighed.  "What am I talking about?  I am a sperm bank!" The towel stuffed
between her thighs was wet with the sperm that had leaked out from her
visit with Reed and company.

   "I still can't believe he set me up like that.  What did Bob say?  Reed
told him that if I just looked at his erection through his pants, I
wouldn't be able to keep from fucking it.  Is that really true?  Do I have
to fuck every hard cock I see?  What's wrong with me?  Or is there anything
wrong with me?  Is that normal?  Am I supposed to want to fuck guys if they
show me they have an erection?  Maybe it's genetic, a mating thing.  Maybe
I should go somewhere tomorrow, somewhere public and see what reaction I
get when I'm around guys.  See if I really do have an uncontrollable urge
to fuck every cock I encounter."

   The tired rambling thoughts of a girl who'd been subjected to serious
mental and physical stress lately, suddenly had an urge to grab a snack and
go to bed.  Her mother would be home soon which meant it was late, and
Olivia wanted to be asleep.

   Closing her eyes, Olivia Hastings mentally prepared herself for the new
"work" schedule Reed and Alfred had set for her.

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

   Across town, Stacy Bennett had just polished off yet another customer in
the VIP lounge and went looking to find her next guy.  Unexpectedly, her
next guy found her.

   "Hello Ms.  Bennett, so nice to see you."

   Snapping her head around to find out who it was that knew her by name, a
sense of panic and fear flashed through her mind as the man's face came
into view.  "Oh shit!"

   Stacy Bennett, usually so calm and confident was suddenly a school girl
again and panicked.  "Uh, Hi Mr.  Fletcher." It was her school's principal
and there was no way she was going to be able to explain what she was doing
strutting around in a strip bar dressed like a hooker.

   "I knew your friend Olivia was a whore.  I didn't know you were too," a
satisfied John Fletcher said as he saw the shear panic registering over the
cute girl's face.  He owned Olivia Hastings, now he owned her friend Stacy
too.  John had returned every night since that fateful night a week ago
when he discovered Olivia working at this very secretive strip bar that
catered to its VIP customers, by offering its dancers for sex for the right
price.

   Olivia Hastings had been worth every penny of the three hundred dollars
he'd dropped on her.  He'd fucked her sweet pussy and had cum down her
throat, even pissing down her throat as she huddled down on the floor,
orgasming as she sensed his urine streaming down her throat.  He'd returned
every night since then hoping to find her again, but to no avail.  This was
almost as good, her cute little friend who now stood before him, visibly
shaken by his presence.

   "What are you talking about?  I'm not a whore and neither is Olivia. 
I'm just..., I'm just..." There was no excuse she could offer that would
make any sense at all.  She was busted and knew it.  The only question
remaining was what would be the price of this discovery.

   "Nonsense, nonsense.  I`ve already fucked your friend Olivia, now it's
your turn.  I'm even going to pay full price tonight, as I will every other
time I come in here to visit with you girls.  Consider it a down-payment on
my ownership of your pussies once school starts again.  Give me your cell
number," he said as he pulled out his cell phone.  "I'll text you so you
have my number.  You'll let me know every time you and your friend come
here and I'll come in and fuck one or both of you.  I won't mess with you,
I won't even cause you any trouble at school, but know this, you're paying
for my silence with your cunt, ok?"

   "Uh, yes sir.  Uh my number is..."

   "Excellent, let's go upstairs now," John Fletcher said as he grasped the
young girl by the arm and marched her towards a date with his raging
hard-on.

   The end of the night came to a close and Stacy Bennett was a tired girl.
She fucked guy after guy and had enjoyed every second of it.  She was a
self-admitted slut and wasn't ashamed of it.  She'd even cum on her
principal's big cock as he pounded into her.  She smiled at the idea that
the man thought he had something on the girls and his threat of fucking
them whenever he wanted was going to be an imposition on them.  "If he
fucks me like that every time, I'm the one on the winning end of that
deal!" Stacy thought as she settled up with Alfred.  A generous baggy of
coke, two hundred bucks and a ride home from DeShawn.  "A pretty successful
night after all," Stacy thought as she snuggled up to her big black
protector as he drove her home.
   End of Chapter 18