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 Chapter 19

   Lauren was up early, she wanted to check her messages from the Cougar
Hunters website before her daughter woke up.  She found that her two guys
had each given her a very high rating, which resulted in a boat-load of new
messages.  It seemed every guy wanted to get a piece of her now that the
word was out that Lauren Hastings would put out on the spot and was eager
to please.

   The question now was, did she want to keep up with her recent behavior?
She wasn't a slut, she was just trying to make up for lost time and so far,
she'd made that time up quickly.  It was a tough question, should she try
and set up another rendezvous today, or take a break?  Olivia would
understand if she needed to go out for a while.  She was a teenager almost,
she probably needed her space and why would she want to hang out with mom
when she has her friends?

   Lauren decided to mull it over and keep herself busy while she thought
it out.  Cleaning the house always worked to keep her mind occupied. 
Tidying up the living room, Lauren folded up the blanket that Olivia must
have left bunched up on the couch.  "Oh, she must have been watching a
movie last night," Lauren thought as she straightened up the cushions. 
"What is that?" she wondered as she spied something wedged between the
cushions.  Pulling the cushions apart, Lauren spotted something very
foreign to her, it was cylindrical and tapered.  She knew what it was, but
had never seen one in person and could not fathom what it was doing in her
house or how it had become wedged between her couch cushions.  Twisting the
end confirmed her suspicion as it sprung to life and wiggled rapidly in her
hand.  Vibrate was a more apt description as that was what it was, a
vibrator.

   "What in the fuck is a vibrator doing in my house?  Who the hell was
over here last night with my baby?" a very worried Lauren Hastings wondered
as she stormed down the hall towards her daughter's room.  All kinds of
thoughts ran through her mind as she crossed the short distance down the
hall.  "Who brought this thing over here and why is it still here?  Did
somebody use it on my daughter?  Is it hers?  Where did she get it from?"

   "Olivia, wake up honey, we need to talk."

   Olivia Hastings was deep in a dream, and shockingly it was about sex. 
The specifics were quickly lost as she realized her mother was in her room
and telling her to wake up.  She wasn't quite yelling, but she wasn't far
from it.  "Yeah mom, what is it?" she replied, still half asleep.

   "Who was over here last night with you?"

   "Huh, what are you talking about?" Olivia asked, propping herself up on
her elbow and being careful to keep the covers pulled up.  After all she
was still naked form the waste down, not to mention her nipple studs would
be easily visible through her thin t-shirt.

   "I found something that doesn't belong to me and something that I can't
possibly conceive belonging to you.  Care to explain where it came from?"
Lauren returned back, this time it was a shout.

   "Mom, what are you talking about?" Olivia replied with a terrible sense
of panic starting to creep in.  "What did I leave out?" she wondered.  Her
mother was holding something behind her back and was letting her dangle by
a thread, hoping she'd guess what it was and admit to where it came from. A
quick list of her contraband went through her mind starting with the worst.
"What did I do with that DVD I was watching last night?  Did I leave it in
the DVD player?  Fuck!  I think I did.  Shit!  No wait, that can't be it.
Mom would be losing her mind completely if that was what she found.  Ditto
on my stash of coke too.  What the fuck could it be?" she thought.  "Mom, I
don't know what you mean.  What did you find?"

   "This!" Lauren replied holding out the cylindrical plastic phallus.

   "Oh, uh..., I uh..., I mean...," Olivia stumbled along not sure what to
say.  "Shit, I stuffed it in the couch when Reed knocked on the door.  How
could I be so careless?  Damn it, that's my favorite one too," she thought.
"Uh mom, I can explain.  I uh..., swiped it from Stacy's house.  I was
snooping around and found it in Stacy's mom's bedroom.  I wasn't sure what
it was until I accidentally turned it on and it started vibrating.  It
seemed like one of those massaging things so I thought I could use it on my
calf muscles.  You know how my calves used to cramp up so badly after dance
practice right?"

   "So you used it on your leg muscles?" Lauren questioned.

   "Yeah," Olivia replied as sheepishly as possible.

   Relieved that her daughter had seemingly stolen it for a rather mundane
and practical purpose, Lauren felt a wave of relief wash over her, although
she still had a big problem at hand.  "So you stole it?  What were you
thinking Olivia?  You were snooping around your best friend's house and
stole her mother's personal property?"

   "I didn't think she'd miss it, there were so many.  I figured she'd
never know it was gone," Olivia pleaded.  Hoping beyond all hope her mother
bought her flimsy excuse.  It wasn't a good one, but it was the best she
could come up with on such short notice.  It was better than any excuse she
could have come up with for any of the other articles of contraband her
mother might have found.  "I gotta find a place to stash my box of stuff
from the closet.  If mom even suspects that vibrator is mine, she's going
to get snoopy and find the mother-load one of these days."

   "Honey, you just can't go around stealing other people's things like
that.  You're going to have to return it, although this isn't the sort of
thing you just go hand over and say "Sorry I took this from you, here it is
back" you know."

   "Here it goes, here's the test for my lousy excuse," Olivia
contemplated. "What do you mean mom?  It's just a muscle massager, isn't
it?" Olivia asked with the best "innocent" look she could muster.

   "Sure it is, but..., well..., do you think you could sneak it back
without anybody at Stacy's house noticing?  I mean, does Stacy know you
found this and took it?"

   "No mom, uh, Stacy was in the shower and her mom and dad were at work.
Katy was out with one of her friends so nobody knows I took it.  I doubt
Mrs.  Bennett would even miss it, she had a whole drawer full.  Why would
she need so many massagers?" Olivia asked.  "Ok, stop it before you lay it
on too thick Olivia.  Mom's already bought it, no need to go overboard,"
she told herself.

   "Really?  A drawer full?  That's uh..., umm.  Just take it back ok?"
Lauren asked as she was about to hand it over to her daughter.  "Lauren
Hastings, are you really going to hand a vibrator over to your twelve year
old daughter?  Shame on you.  Best not to draw any more attention to it
than necessary," she thought.  "Can you take it back this morning?  I can
give you a ride over there right now if you want?"

   "Stacy will still be sleeping.  She never gets out of bed before ten. 
Plus I'd need to hang out there a while and wait for an opportunity to
sneak it back.  I couldn't just run in and stash it and leave you know.  I
could stay there and hang out with Stacy today, or you could pick me up
after lunch or something."

   "Hmmm, that just might work.  That would give me time to set up a date
and get some time to spend with today's eligible man and still have time to
get to work," Lauren thought.  "That should work out ok honey, I have some
running around to do this morning.  If you want to go over and hang out,
that's fine by me, or if you want me to pick you back up around lunch time.
Hey, I have a great idea, why don't I pick you up and we'll go out for
lunch?"

   "Can Stacy come too?"

   "Sure why not, three girls going out for lunch!"

   "That sounds great mom!  Let's do that," Olivia agreed, hoping that this
uncomfortable situation was successfully at a close.

   Lauren let out a big sigh of relief as she left her daughter curled up
under her covers and headed for the spare room they used as a computer
room/office.  "Just enough time to set up a date, only today it'll just be
enough time for coffee as I don't think I'll have enough time for hanky
panky.  That's good anyway, I don't want to get a reputation for being too
easy, he, he."

   She felt like some sort of double agent, living a second life outside of
her normal one.  "Mom and head nurse by day, tramp by night!  Oh well, not
really since I work the afternoon shift.  More like mom AND tramp by day,
head nurse by night.  Well, I'm not really a tramp, I'm just making up for
lost time, that's all."

   Olivia waited until her mother closed the door behind her before she
bolted to her drawer to grab some underwear and shorts to put on. 
"Thankfully mom didn't completely lose it and drag me out of bed.  Having
to come up with an excuse why I had a dildo shoved in the couch was hard
enough, trying to explain why I'm naked from the waist down with a ring
through my clit would have been the end of me!  This game is starting to
get dangerous."

   Lauren sent out several messages asking to meet for coffee and gave each
of the guys a first-come first-served notification.  She didn't promise sex
and didn't need to; her rating on the web site had rocketed skyward with
just two hook-ups.  She'd be beating the guys off with sticks from now on.

   Into her phone Olivia punched: "Stacy, I'm coming over really soon, and
my mom is coming back 2 take us out 4 lunch.  You aren't going 2 believe
what happened, txt me back when u get this...  Olivia."

   Olivia took her time getting ready, which included a nice hot soak in
the tub.  Her body was still a bit achy, mostly her leg muscles from being
stretched over the back of the couch the previous night, but her ass and
kitty felt pretty much back to normal.  "They better be if I have to work
for Alfred tonight.  There's no telling what that man might have planned!"

   By ten o'clock, both Hastings girls were cleaned up and ready to go. 
"Gee mom, you look really nice, got a hot date or something?" Olivia asked
checking out her mom who had seemed to actually make an effort to look
nice, which was a major change.

   "Olivia!  Mind your tongue.  Can't a girl get fixed up once in a while
without getting the second degree from her daughter?  Don't forget you're
still in the dog house for stealing something that doesn't belong to you,
so keep that in mind before you get lippy."

   "Sorry mom, I just thought you looked really nice with your hair and
make-up all done, and is that a new dress?"

   "Yes, it is, do you like it?" Lauren asked, twirling around in her
dress. It was light and pretty with a cinched waist that accented her
natural curves.

   "Yeah, it makes you look really pretty.  It really shows off your great
legs and boobs.  You should wear dresses more often," Olivia replied
checking out her mother's figure as she modeled the dress in front of her.
There was no doubt where Olivia got her great body from, her mother was a
hotty at thirty-six years of age and although she wasn't anywhere near as
fit as her daughter, she was still pretty sexy for a mom.

   "Olivia, honestly, the things you say these days.  I just don't know
where you're getting it from."

   "Mom, I'm just being honest.  You have great legs, what can I say?  And
you have great boobs too!"

   "Speaking of which, it looks like you're hiding something from me.  Have
your boobs grown even more since last week?"

   "No I don't think so, I think it's just one of the Victoria Secrets bras
we bought last week, it just makes them look bigger," Olivia answered as
she did her best to slouch and make her boobs look smaller.  The truth was
they now fit nicely into the 34DD bras she'd bought, so thankfully they had
indeed shrunk down from their freakishly large state to something a little
more normal now.  She might even get her mother to buy her lie about
growing larger, although she doubted she'd be able to hide her DD bras for
long before her mother found one in the wash.

   "Uh huh," her mother replied, giving Olivia a playful skunk-eye in the
process.  It was the "you can fool your mother some of the time, but not
all of the time" looks.  They were definitely bigger, but Lauren understood
the emotional issues of being a young girl with big boobs and didn't want
to push it and embarrass her young daughter.  She herself had been quite
young when hers had sprouted and being the girl with the biggest boobs in
her middle school had been pretty traumatic for her.  The boys were
constantly teasing her or would try to grab her boobs on the playground
when the teachers weren't looking.  If Olivia wanted to keep hers hidden
from her mother, it was completely understandable.

   The irony was her mother was just about the only person Olivia had been
trying to hide her boobs from.  The five hundred guys who'd seem them
already didn't bother the young tween one bit, in fact she was quite proud
of them and was eager to show them off, just not to her mom!

   Olivia spied her mother from the passenger seat of her car while they
made the short drive over to Stacy's house.  "So where are you going all
dressed up mom?  Are you sure you don't have a date?"

   "Olivia, drop it.  I'm just doing a few errands and thought I'd get
dressed up for a change.  I never take the time to make myself look good
anymore and thought it was about high time I did."

   "Ok, but if you were going out on a date, you'd look great going out on
one right now," Olivia said with a smile.

   "Thank you dear," Lauren said with a shake of her head.  "Am I that
transparent?  Why am I lying anyway?  What's wrong with telling Olivia I'm
going out on a date?  Because she'd ask too many questions and want to know
who it was or where I'd met him, or when am I bringing him over?  That's
why you're lying, because it's just a hook-up for sex, something Olivia
would never understand."

   Arriving at Stacy's house, Olivia jumped out of the car and waved
goodbye.

   "I'll pick you girls up at noon, ok honey?" Lauren yelled from the open
window.  "Oh, don't forget this," she said holding up the carefully wrapped
up vibrator.  Lauren had taken no chances that anyone would figure out what
was in the bag by the way she'd wrapped it up in layer after layer of
plastic grocery bags.

   "Sure mom!" Olivia replied, walking up the driveway towards the
Bennett's house.

   Letting herself in as she always did, Olivia found the house extremely
quiet.  It was Friday after all, Mr.  and Mrs.  Bennett would be at work,
but usually Katy was up and around.  "Hello, anybody home?" Olivia called
out.  Nothing.

   It wasn't until she'd reached the top of the stairs that Olivia heard
the shower running, indicating that at least someone was home.  Heading
down the hallway, Olivia peaked into Katy's room and saw it empty, assuming
it was she in the shower.  Opening Stacy's door, Olivia spied a lump under
the covers she assumed to be her sleeping friend.  "Wake up sleepy head,
rise and shine!"

   Olivia bellowed out, hoping to scare the crap out of her best friend. 
Ripping back the covers, Olivia found a pile of rumpled up blankets formed
up to look like someone sleeping underneath.  "What the hell?" Olivia
wondered.  "Well that must be Stacy in the shower then," she thought, and
headed to the bathroom.  Thinking it would still be funny to scare the hell
out of her best friend, Olivia quietly entered the bathroom and heard some
familiar sounds.  Stacy was in the shower and she wasn't alone, she could
tell by the noises so characteristic of her friend having sex.Yanking back
the curtain, Olivia yelled out, "Gotcha!" Only it wasn't Stacy.

   Simultaneous yells and screams emanated from both parties caught in the
act.

   "What the fuck!" screamed a large hairy man, standing there with his
back to the shower curtain.

   "Ahhhhhh!," Katy screamed out loud.

   The man pivoted around to get a look at the person whom had just about
stopped his heart, still holding his sexy little fuck-toy.  Katy's legs
maintained the same death-grip around his torso she'd had while he had her
pinned against the wall.  He'd been holding her up easily with his strong
arms, and had used the wall just as a back-stop so he could plow his thick
cock into the young teen as deeply as possible.  And it was still buried
there right now, even despite the heart-attack inducing surprise.

   "Olivia, Oh my God, what did you do that for?" a very confused Katy
Bennett yelled out.  "You scared the shit out of me.  I thought for a
second my parents had come home from work or something!

   Jesus Christ." Katy momentarily tried to pull her legs down, but Roger
was having none of it and held her firmly as he pushed his cock in deeper.

   Olivia stood with mouth agape at Stacy's sister Katy, she was perched on
top of a very impressive looking dick possessed by a very large and hairy
older man and from the looks of it, thought the intrusion by a pretty
blonde girl was pretty exciting.  He continued thrusting away without pause
and grinned as he sunk his cock as far in as Katy could take.

   A very confused Olivia Hastings stood there trying to figure out what
was going on at the Bennett house as she stood there watching this
unexpected coupling going on in front of her.  "Sorry, I thought it was
Stacy," she said and quickly pulled the curtain back, covering the two back
up.

   "Aw, you don't have to do that sweet thing, you can watch if you want
to," the guy returned.  "I heard Katy likes being watched," he said as he
pulled the curtain back open slightly.

   Olivia couldn't help but watch the spectacle as the two mismatched
lovers continued fucking.

   "She's not here," Katy replied between grunts.  "She texted me late last
night, ugghh..., before my mom and dad got home saying she was staying at
your place, uuhhhh..., and to fake like she was in bed sleeping.  She said,
uhh..., she was going to party with some guy named Shawn or something like
that, oooh yeah...right there, uh huh.  Oh yeah, sorry Olivia, this is
Roger, he's a friend of mine."

   "Yeah, I think I figured that out.  I'm going to try and call Stacy,"
Olivia said as she turned around to leave.

   "Uh Olivia, um..., can I ask you a favor?  Ughhh..., hold on a second
Roger, I have to ask her a quest...ughhh...tion.  Can you keep this a
secret?  Ahhh...  I don't want to Steve to know about Roger.  "Ooof.  Ok?"

   "Sure, no problem," she said, and left the bathroom.  The truth was,
Olivia found that Roger guy a little creepy, kinda like Mr.  Fletcher, her
principal.  Some guys were just that way, creepy.

   Thankfully most were nice she reflected as she walked into Stacy's room
and pulling out her cell phone, calling Stacy's number.  After five rings,
her voice mail picked up.  "Shit.  I'll try DeShawn and see if Stacy's
still there," Olivia thought as she dialed DeShawn's number.  Trying to
explain where Stacy was might get sticky she thought when her mother
returned to take the two out for lunch.

   Just as Olivia thought DeShawn's phone was going to go to voice mail, he
picked up.

   "Yo babe, what's up?"

   "Hi DeShawn, is Stacy there?  I need to talk to her right away and Katy
said she was with you."

   "I think she's here somewhere.  Hold on, let me check..., yeah she's
here.  Looks like she's passed out on my couch.  Want me to wake her?"

   "Yeah please."

   "Hold on..."

   "Hello?" Stacy replied sounding barely alive.

   "Stace, it's me, you gotta get home fast.  My mom dropped me off at your
house and she's coming back shortly to take us out for lunch.  I told her
I'd already talked to you and that you agreed to go with us.  You gotta get
over here, now!"

   "Ok, let me see if I can get a ride," she mumbled.

   "Are you ok Stace?"

   "Yeah, we had a party here after the club and DeShawn had some of his
buddies come over.  They got me pretty messed up.  They gave me a shot of
something and it was amazing.  You're going to have to try it."

   "No more shots for me, I had enough two nights ago and it gave me a
wicked hangover," Olivia replied.

   "No, not shots you drink, a shot, like a needle.  I don't know what it
was but I've never felt anything so amazing in my life."

   "They gave you a needle of something?  Stacy, I don't think I like the
sound of that.  I think you should get home now ok?"

   "Sure babe, let me find my clothes and get dressed and see if DeShawn or
someone can give me a ride home."

   "How many guys are there?"

   "Only a couple, but there were more here earlier.  I think most of them
left already."

   "Just get here quick, ok?  My mom will be here at your house in less
than two hours, so hurry."

   "Ok," Stacy replied sounding sleepy.

   "Put DeShawn back on the phone will ya?"

   "Sure..."

   "Hey beautiful, what's up?"

   "I need Stacy home right away, can you give her a ride to her house?"

   "Sure, but it might cost you.  Think I can get me a little of your fine
pussy as payment when I get there?"

   "I think so.  Those guys the other night ripped me up pretty good, but I
think I'm all better now."

   "Sweet, see you in a bit."

   Olivia paced back and forth in the Bennett's living room waiting to see
DeShawn's big Escalade pull up.  It had been over an hour and still no sign
of them.  Her mother would be here in forty-five minutes, assuming she was
on-time.

   "Hey gorgeous."

   The voice came from behind her and startled the crap out of her as
Olivia spun around and saw DeShawn and Stacy walking into the living room
from behind her.

   "Where did you guys come from?"

   "I parked around the side so my car wouldn't be visible from the road,"
DeShawn replied.  "Stacy's idea."

   "Why?  I don't get it?"

   "Cause I'm gonna fuck your sweet ass and if your momma comes and I ain't
gone, she might wonder who's got the pimped-ass ride in the driveway."

   "Oh, good idea I guess," Olivia replied.  "That's forty-five minutes
from now.  He better be done fucking me by then!" she thought.

   Olivia glanced over at Stacy who looked uneasy on her feet, she was
swaying from side to side a little.  She looked fucked up and tired as hell
all rolled into one.  "What's her problem?"

   "She's just a little messed up, she'll be fine by the time your momma
gets here.  The little doll wanted to roll with the big boys and did a
little H this morning."

   "H, what's that?"

   "Nothing you need to worry about right now.  Let's go party upstairs. 
Stacy, go get yourself cleaned up."

   "Uh huh," a dreamy Stacy replied.

   "You might want to make sure your sister is done fucking her old guy
first.  I surprised them in the shower thinking it was you earlier.

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   Olivia kept glancing at the clock, her mother should be arriving any
minute, and DeShawn was still going strong.  The man wasted no time
marching her upstairs and into Stacy's room and stripping her down and
getting inside of her, that was forty minutes ago and he seemed like he was
just getting warmed up.  His thick black cock speared into her swampy pussy
with machine-like

   efficiency as he brought her to multiple orgasms, her DD breasts
swinging and swaying with his vigorous thrusting.  The good news was her
pussy seemed perfectly recovered as he split her pussy open with his great
black cudgel.  Although if he didn't cum soon, he was going to undo all the
healing she'd experienced since her night at the dorm.

   Their exercise had drawn the attention of the other "guest" in the
house. Olivia looked up and saw Stacy, Katy and the guy from the shower
named Roger, all watching her getting fucked royally by DeShawn and his
proud monster.

   "Fucking sweet, can I have some of that too?" Roger asked as he gawked
at the sexy blond with the big titties on the bed getting her brains fucked
out by the large black man.  He was still naked and appeared to be enjoying
the show as his cock begin to rise.

   "Hey, you're mine!" Katy remarked as she jabbed Roger playfully in the
ribs.  He wasn't really hers, but she claimed him as her personal pleasure
provider.  He wasn't much to look at, but he could really push her buttons
in the bedroom (or bathroom, or the back of his van, or wherever they
happened to be).

   Looking up, DeShawn saw a fifty-ish looking grey-haired guy who looked
as mismatched as anything he'd ever seen, standing next to Stacy's hotter
older sister.  He had his eyes glued on Olivia and his arm slung over Katy,
holding onto her right tit as she stroked his cock to attention.

   "Get down there and suck my cock," Roger ordered to his play toy.  Katy
looked at him apprehensively; she liked being ordered around by him, she
was a submissive by nature, but wasn't sure she wanted anyone else knowing
the details of their relationship.  Nor was she completely comfortable
sucking him off in front of everyone either.  Though having sex in front of
others was getting easier, especially after Phil's party, and she was good
at fucking too, but sucking dick was a work in progress and she didn't want
to disappoint.

   Getting down on her knees, Katy brushed her brown hair back behind her
shoulders and looked the glistening tip of Roger's cock at eye level and
grabbed it with both hands.  "Go for it, show `em what you can do," Katy
thought as she latched her lips around the fat head and sucked it in.

   It was like a hot little heater sucking on his rod.  He couldn't get
enough of Katy's sweet little body, she was everything his imagination
could ask for, but looking at this hot blonde, he might have to revise his
standards.  Imagining it was Olivia sucking on his cock, he knew he was
going to blow chucks soon.

   Olivia glanced over at the clock again, "Shit, mom's going to be here
any minute!" Throwing every move in her repertoire at DeShawn and his big
bloated cock, Olivia wrapped her legs around his ass and pushed her hips up
in time to meet his thrusts, trying to eat every inch of his big cock.  She
wanted him to cum so she could get cleaned up and be ready for her mother.
The last thing she wanted to do was smell like sex around her mother.  Her
pussy usually had very little scent to it, but after a vigorous fucking, it
gave off a smell that unmistakably smelled like sex.  It wasn't a bad
smell, actually it was a very pleasant and erotic smell, but it was
definitely noticeable.  Not to mention DeShawn was sweating all over her
and he smelled very manly, and she would carry his scent until she
showered.

   Stacy sat there with her short skirt hiked up, she wasn't wearing any
panties and she was horny as hell watching Olivia getting her brains fucked
out by the same stallion that had fucked her so well last night.  Even
after a busy night fucking a pile of guys at Alfred's club, Stacy had
returned to DeShawn's and fucked him and his friends.  She could never get
too much sex, and loved it.

   DeShawn finally came in her pussy around four in the morning and then
passed her on to his five friends.

   While sitting atop the cock of the second friend, he suggested she get
high with him.  Assuming he meant weed, or coke, or something she was
already familiar with, she happily agreed.  The last thing she was
expecting was a needle in the arm, but what an experience that had been. 
It was clearly better than anything she'd ever experienced before as the
euphoria swept through her.

   After that Stacy was in a world of unspeakable relaxing pleasure.  It
was entirely different from coke; with coke she was hyper-aware of her
surroundings and it fueled her desire to be the ultimate sex monster,
fucking everything in sight.  With this stuff, she was a rag doll and
watched almost outside herself as DeShawn's friends had their way with her,
doing everything they could think of to her body.  With her eyes closed,
she could feel the soft skin sliding in and out of her well lubricated
holes.  "Can life get any better than this?" Stacy had wondered as she
passed out with cocks in both her cunt and ass.

   The next memory Stacy had was DeShawn waking her up and handing her a
phone; she was naked and alone on the couch, a big wet spot under ass.  Her
cunt should have been sore from all the action, most normal women would
have been, but Stacy Bennett was a whore that loved getting fucked, and her
cunt juiced up like a tap at the very thought of fucking.  She couldn't be
sure if the wet spot under her ass was from her juice alone, or from all
the cum the brothers had pumped into her, a combination of the two was most
likely.

   Now here she was in her room, coming down off her high and watching her
best friend fuck the cock that she wanted so badly to be get stabbed with
again.  Even her sister was busy sucking an impressive looking dick that
she'd helped set her sister up with.  The bowling alley had been her idea
and that's where this guy had come from.  He and his buddies had thoroughly
fucked her sister in the bathroom on the day she'd lost her virginity, and
here he was now, her personal dick-in-waiting.

   An ever-jealous Stacy Bennett sat there aggressively rubbing her clit
while watching the action around her.  "If there isn't a dick for me, then
I'll get myself off," Stacy thought as she frigged away on her ring-cladded
bud.

   Roger watched the blonde nympho rocking her body on the big black cock
like she were possessed, wanting so badly to unload his sperm right into
her mouth instead of Katy's.  If only there was some way he could spew in
her mouth instead of his love-slave's.  She was too far from the edge of
the bed for him to reach her mouth, but if he could just work his way over
there, maybe he could spew on her body when he came.  Slowly he started
inching his way over to the edge, Katy shuffling over with him.  Maybe...,
just maybe.

   Olivia knew it was coming, it was inevitable, just when she thought
DeShawn was about to cum, she heard the door bell ring.  "Oh shit, my mom's
here!  Get off of me, I gotta get my clothes on!"

   Olivia shouted at DeShawn.

   "No problem babe, I'm almost there.  Stacy..., Stacy!  Quite rubbing
your cunt and go answer the door!  Stall her, I'm almost there." DeShawn
yelled.

   "Huh..., oh..., ok," Stacy replied, reluctantly pulling her hands away
from her crotch.

   "What do you mean, almost there?  You've been in me for forty-five
minutes!" Olivia said in a panic.  Her mom was at the door and here she was
naked with her pussy stuffed with black cock, sweaty and stinking of sex.

   "Roll over onto your knees babe, let me fuck your pussy from behind. 
I'll cum right away, I swear," DeShawn answered as he got up off his sweet
little fuck-bunny, and allowed the physically perfect girl to get up onto
her hands and knees.

   Without even needing to be told, Olivia thrust her pussy back at her
stud and arched her back downwards, awaiting his cock to slide back inside.

   Roger smiled as he looked down at the gorgeous blonde, her face was now
only a foot or two away from Katy's head, inside which his throbbing cock
now resided.  He was going to do it, he had to, he was going to wait until
the last second and cum on her face, or in her mouth whichever presented
itself to him.

   DeShawn slammed his cock home once again.  He could have cum twenty
other times, but he was waiting for this.  He was waiting for Olivia's mom
to get here so he could cum in her twat and leave his seed buried deep in
her cunt.  She'd sit there all through..., well whatever it was she had
planned, with his cum jammed in her hole.  Looking up, he saw the hairy
white dude inching closer to the bed, staring at Olivia's face the whole
time.  "He wants to cum in my girl," DeShawn thought.  "He wouldn't be the
first guy to do that.  Hell, he wouldn't even be the three-hundredth guy to
do that!" he chuckled inside.

   Stacy opened the front door and found a smiling Lauren Hastings waiting.
She was wearing a pretty dress, almost sexy dress, albeit slightly
disheveled.  Her hair looked a little mussed and her make-up hastily put
on, but still looked very pretty.  If she didn't know any better, Stacy
would have thought Olivia's mother had just had sex!  "Not Olivia's mom,
she's a prude.  She doesn't even swear!  There's no way she's having sex!"
she thought.  "Hi Ms.  Hastings, how are you?"

   "I'm just great Stacy, are you girls ready to go?" Lauren asked, looking
at her daughter's best friend.  "Holy crap, when did Stacy grow those!"
Lauren gawked looking down at the young girl's chest.  "Jesus, what is it
with these girls?  They both grow boobs overnight?  At least Olivia had
some to start with, but Stacy was flat as a board, and now this?  What
gives?" she wondered, trying her best to hide her amazement.  Distracted by
the girl's chest, Lauren couldn't hold back and asked, "Stacy..., um.., you
seem to have sprouted recently."

   "Yeah, isn't it great!  I don't look like a boy anymore!" Stacy replied.

   "Sweetheart, you've never looked like a boy.  You've always been a very
pretty girl, now you're a very pretty girl with..., well..., uh-"

   "Boobs, it's ok to say boobs Ms.  Hastings.  I don't think it's a bad
word."

   "Uh yes, I suppose.  Is Olivia ready to go?"

   "Uh, let me check.  She was up in the bathroom getting ready.  We went
for a swim and I was the first one in the bathroom and hogged it.  Wait
here and I'll go see what's taking so long."

   Olivia felt DeShawn's big black cock spasming in her pussy followed by
his grunting, signaling his ejaculation.  His fingers were digging deeply
into her hip flesh while he held his cockhead up against her cervix.  She
could feel each spurt with his cock deep in her love tube.  "Finally!" she
thought as she suddenly felt something up against her face.  Olivia looked
up to see Katy's hairy guy aiming his cock at her face, fisting his shaft
like his life depended on it.

   "Open up slut, unless you want it on your face," Roger said.  He always
came in bucket-loads and his cock was ready to hose this girl down.

   Olivia opened up her mouth happily, she'd much rather drink his cum than
wear it, especially with her mother downstairs waiting.  She immediately
found the hairy man's hot thick cock in her mouth and felt his cock
shooting his ropey cum into the back of her throat.  He didn't shove it
into the back of her mouth like most guys, instead leaving just the head
inside so he could pump his shaft and fire volley after volley into her
mouth.  And there was a lot!

   Olivia couldn't remember a guy unloading that much before.  It was like
a hose that shot stream after stream and seemed to still be going strong.
Swallowing what seemed like a mouthful, Olivia kept her lips locked around
the man's cock-head as the eruption seemed to be slowing.  A last few
rudimentary squirts and Olivia suckled the man's cock making sure she
sucked the last dregs from the tip.  It was nearly a second mouthful and
thankfully it tasted normal as memories of Reed's friend Bob still haunted
her.  "Man he had bitter cum," she thought as she sucked the last of Katy's
boyfriend's cum from around her teeth and down the hatch.

   Uncoupling the two cocks from her holes, Olivia grabbed her clothes and
bolted for the bathroom.  Grabbing a wash cloth she soaked it in warm water
and quickly wiped her face and body down, trying to wipe the sweat and
smell from her body.  Checking carefully to make sure there wasn't any
semen on her face, Olivia quickly fixed up her hair and adjusted her shirt
and skirt to make sure at the very least, she didn't look like she'd just
finished having sex.

   Olivia was scared as hell as she descended the stairs, her boobs
jiggling the whole way down the stairs.  "Please Katy, keep them quiet,
don't let those guys come out of the room until we're gone," she thought.
"Hi mom, ready to go?"

   "Hi honey, what took you so long?" Lauren asked.

   Both girls looked at each other, Lauren noticed her daughter was all
flushed and a slight sheen of perspiration was breaking out on her
forehead. She looked like she'd just finished one of her dance classes
after one of their more strenuous workouts.

   Olivia looked at her mother and noticed her hair was out of place and
her new dress had a few wrinkles in it that weren't there before.  They
were subtle signs that only she would have noticed given that she'd seen
what her mother had looked like as they left the house.  She'd been up to
something, but what?

   Olivia knew she still looked and felt like she'd run a marathon, then
again, a solid hour of fucking DeShawn was a marathon.  Her juicy pussy had
already soaked through her g-string and his cum hadn't even started its
downward flow yet.  He'd blasted his whole load directly into her womb and
from the position he'd had her in, it was guaranteed to have coated the
walls of her womb completely.  If there were any fertile eggs in there,
they would most certainly be fertilized now.

   "You look a little winded honey, is everything ok?" Lauren asked,
curious why her daughter was so obviously out of breath while Stacy looked
calm and collected.

   "I was just worried I'd left it so late to get ready, that I was running
around and got myself all sweaty.  I'm ok, really."

   "Ok, well if you girls are ready, let's go," Lauren said heading for the
door.  Her mind was racing though, both girls had looked at her attire like
something was wrong.  Lauren had tried her best to get fixed up in the
motel bathroom and didn't think to bring a brush or makeup with her.  She'd
only planned on having coffee, but allowed the new guy to talk her into
making out in his car.  Like a teenager she got all worked up and agreed
almost too eagerly to go to a motel with him.

   An hour later she was on her back with her guy perched on top of her
shooting his cum into her face.  He'd complained about having to wear a
condom and asked if he could use her breasts to rub his cock between.  It
seemed like a safe alternative; that was until he started spurting his cum
and jumped up and aimed his cock at her face.  He rained his cum down on
her before she could do anything about it.  It was gross and sexy at the
same time.

   He was her least favorite of the three guys so far, if only because of
the ending.  The rest of their encounter had been thoroughly exciting and
sexy.  He'd been a very attentive lover and very unselfish, again up until
the cum-shot in the face.  Cleaning up with the modest motel toiletries,
Lauren had done the best she could as she stood there in the bathroom in
her new lacey bra and underwear set, not wanting to get her new dress wet
as she washed up.

   Sadly, her new dress had ended up under the two of them as they were
having sex and it was wrinkled to hell.  The motel iron had been a Godsend,
restoring the dress to a wearable condition again, although it was far from
perfect.

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

   The drive to the restaurant was a quiet one.  Lauren could smell the
latex condom they'd used.  Strike that, condoms, plural.  The guy had
managed to ejaculate twice in the rubber sheath and once on her face.  The
smell of the latex was wafting up as she drove despite clamping her thighs
together as best she could, and hoped the girls wouldn't notice.  Lauren
kicked herself for not saving enough time to shower, a mistake she wouldn't
make again.

   Lauren's worries were all for not, neither girls would probably even
know what a condom smelled like as neither girl could likely recall ever
using one.  Stacy sat in the front seat at Olivia's urging.

   Olivia knew she'd be leaking like a tap in no time and didn't want to
leave a wet spot on the front seat where it'd be noticeable.  Olivia could
smell DeShawn's scent on her skin even though she'd wiped her body down
with a towel, and her sickly sweet cunt smell was under her nose and she
thought for sure everybody in the car would be able to smell it. 
Thankfully Lauren opened her window and let the chorus of smells dissipate
with the influx of fresh air.

   Lunch was tense at first as all three girls sat there, each of them with
their own vices to worry about.  Stacy was coming down from her heroin high
and was agitated.  Lauren was subconscious about her appearance and Olivia
was worried about the puddle trying to escape her pussy.  She'd sneakily
sat on her napkin and lifted her skirt over it so it would absorb as much
of DeShawn's cum as possible.

   The waiter who approached their table was handsome, and was a welcome
distraction for all three girls as they openly admired his rugged good
looks and muscular physique.  He smiled and joked playfully with the girls
and complimented Lauren on being such an attractive "big sister".  Lauren
Hastings was eating it up too, he was just the type of guy she was looking
for on the Cougar Hunters website and so far, things were looking good
based on the amount of flirting he was doing.

   Olivia was enjoying his attention too, he had a very friendly face and
he smiled at her in manner that she could only describe as affectionate. 
It seemed a little odd for someone she had just met.

   Or had she?  In the back of her mind there was a something too familiar
about him.  He kept looking at her, returning her gaze like there was a
connection there; as if he knew her, or maybe she was just being paranoid.

   The earlier uncomfortable silence was gone now as the three girls
settled in and had a good time.  They were laughing and giggling over the
dumbest things, and genuinely having fun.  With her meal finished and
desert on its way, Olivia excused herself to go to the bathroom and
carefully placed her napkin back on her seat, as if it had been on her lap
the whole time.  Stacy excused herself and joined her friend on the way to
the bathroom.  "Stace, is it just me or do we know that waiter?  He keeps
looking at me like he knows me."

   "I know I get the same vibe.  You don't suppose we..., you know, "know"
him do you?"

   "I have no idea Stace.  Do you have any idea how many guys I've been
with since all this began?  I can't remember every face, there've been so
many," Olivia said as she entered the first stall, Stacy right beside her.

   "I hear ya.  I can't even guess how many guys I've fucked, oops!  I mean
uh..., been with," Stacy replied, hoping they were alone in the bathroom.

   "I know.  I mean, I don't know exactly, but I have a pretty good idea."

   "Really, how many are we talking about?" Stacy asked, prepared to be
jealous about the number, assuming it was a bigger number than hers.  Stacy
had kept a running total in the early days when she was trying to out-do
her friend, but that was a while ago.  She figured two hundred plus was
safe guess.

   "Over five hundred guys, in only like ten or eleven days!"

   "Wow, and I thought I was the super-slut here.  Five hundred?  How is
that even possible?"

   "Well, three hundred was within the last few days."

   "What?  How could you have done that many in just a few days?"

   "Do you remember when we went to that sleazy porn shop and we did all
those guys back to back?"

   "Yeah, that was what, three or four days ago?  What about it?"

   "Well after we got back to my place, remember I left with Reed?  Well he
took me over to this boy Jake's house and I was his older brother's
graduation present, him and all his friends.  His dad set it all up."

   "No kidding?  But that doesn't explain how you got to three hundred."

   "I know, there's more.  Jake's brother's friends were only about half
the guys I did that night.  Jake invited guys over from our school too."

   "From our school?  Holy shit, you mean Jake Lawson from our school?  The
boy in the grade ahead of us?"

   "Oh, that's his last name?  I didn't know.  Anyway, yeah him."

   "You banged guys from our school?  Oh my God, what's going to happen
when school starts?"

   "Don't worry, they wrapped this bandana around my head so you couldn't
see my face and Jake swore he wouldn't tell anyone."

   "Well how did you get him to promise that without the other guys knowing
it was you?"

   "I talked with him in person two days ago when I was on the way over to
your place.  I threatened him with DeShawn if he talked."

   "That still doesn't add up to three hundred though," Stacy said as she
finished up and flushed the toilet.

   "Well, between the guys from the porn shop and the party, I figured that
was around a hundred."

   "Ok, where did the other two hundred come from?" Stacy asked.

   "Well I didn't get a chance to tell you...  You know we should probably
get back to the table, we've been in here a while...," Olivia added as she
also finished her business and wiped her pussy dry.  Her g-string was
soaked through with the fluids from her busy morning.  Putting them in her
purse seemed like a better option at this point than putting wet panties
back on, so she went without and exited her stall.  The cool air on her
exposed kitty reminded her she was naked under her short skirt and made her
feel naughty, something she was very familiar with these days.

   "No you don't, you can't leave me hanging like this, tell me," Stacy
pleaded as she exited the next stall.

   Olivia saw a look flash across Stacy's face, it was one she'd seen
before.  It was the same look she wore anytime there was a perceived
competition between them with Stacy ending up on the losing end.  She was
genuinely concerned about the difference of the numbers of guys they'd both
been with.

   "Let's just say that Joey guy, the one who banged Katy, he works for
Alfred and it was part of some plan to punish me for not answering Alfred's
calls and texts fast enough.  Joey had like two hundred guys bang me all
night long.  They tied me down and let all these guys have a turn at me. 
I'll explain more later, I don't want my mother worrying about us," Olivia
replied.

   "Fine, but I want all the gory details as soon as possible."

   "Gory details?  Why don't you just watch the video and see it all
first-hand."

   "What?  A video!  OMG!  That's so hot!  You're killing me, you know that
don't you?"

   "Stop it, back to our problem at hand, the waiter.  What if he's been
with us already?"

   "Do you really think so?"

   "I'm not sure, he sure looks familiar enough.  I'm just worried he might
say something in front of mom.  I already had to dance around the "dildo in
the couch thing" this morning, I'm not sure I could come up with another
lie that good on such short notice again!" Olivia whispered as the two
girls left the bathroom.

   "What dildo in the couch?  What are you talking about?  Your mom found
one of your dildos?  Oh my God!  You hafta tell me!" Stacy giggled in her
friend's ear as they returned to their seats.

   "What's so funny girls?" Lauren asked as the two "much-fuller breasted
than she ever remembered" girls returned to the table.  "Must be something
in the water these days because holy crap they both got bigger in a hurry!"
Lauren thought somewhat conspiratorially.

   "Nothing mother, just girl stuff, you know," Olivia replied.

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

   Olivia's lunch with her mother and best friend was the highlight of her
day she would come to realize by the time her head hit the pillow that
night.

   Olivia watched from the security of her living room as her mother pulled
away from the driveway on her way to work.  Funny, she would be on her way
to work shortly too she sighed as she heard

   Stacy texting Alfred that they were ready to be picked up.

   Half an hour later and several generous hits of coke up their noses,
"just to get the wheels turning" Stacy had referred to it as, a very high
pair of girls climbed into the big white Escalade they were becoming
oh-so-acquainted with.  Peels of laughter could be heard emanating from
inside the big SUV as Olivia recalled the "dildo in the couch" story to the
DeShawn and Stacy as the vehicle pulled away from the curb.  And with
backpacks stuffed with their sluttiest outfits, two twelve year olds went
to go make someone else very rich.

   "No working late tonight" Olivia had informed Alfred as soon as she and
Stacy had arrived; her mother would be home by eleven o'clock and she
needed to be home before then.  Alfred couldn't complain too badly, they
worked cheap and made him a small fortune each time they worked.  Although
he offered them cash, they both wanted his cocaine, as cut up as it was. 
They were kids, they'd never know the difference between the shit he gave
them and the good stuff he kept for himself.  They got high regardless and
worked like dogs.  The sex was still fun for them, it hadn't progressed
downwards yet, but it would, in time.

   It was a dangerous game he played, but then again, that's why he had so
much cash stashed off-shore where it could be accessed in the event he
needed to flee.  Alfred Haynes was no dummy, he knew how to work the
street, knew how to manipulate those he could in order to get what he
wanted out of life.  Take chances now and if you pull through it with your
cash and your life intact, it was all worth it in the end.  Alfred smiled
from ear to ear as he watched his two little whores working the floor. 
There was no need to have them wasting time on stage, "work the floor" he
told them, and they did.  Within minutes both girls were leading a guy back
towards his VIP area.  "Damn, those girls are going to wear a path through
my carpet with as many guys they'll have going back there before I'm done
with them.  Work them as long as I can, throw them out to work the street
when they get too strung out.  Then gotta work on the next batch of whores
I can find."

   Alfred already had his sights set on Stacy's sister Katy as his next
addition to his crew.  DeShawn had called him earlier to tell him that the
little freak Katy had an old and kinky boyfriend that had instructed the
young teen to fuck DeShawn, no questions asked.  He already knew something
of the minx from what Joey had reported to him the day prior, now his best
employee had sampled her wares and found her quite the little sex pot. 
"These bitches are gonna make me very rich," Alfred chuckled as he watched
the doors close to his VIP area behind the blonde and the brunette with
their latest victims.

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

   Katy Bennett was worn out, it had been a tiring day and it was far from
over.  Roger showing up on her doorstep this morning had been a shock, he
usually texted her when he was waiting down on the curb, today he just
showed up at the door.  It was no problem, her mom and dad were gone and
her gramma was busy with some of her ancient friends, and Stacy never came
home the night before, so she had the house all to herself and could have
him in with no worries.  That was until Olivia scared her half to death by
ripping open the shower curtain and screaming "gotcha" at her while she was
impaled on Roger's big dick.

   Apparently Roger loved the thrill, especially since it was Stacy's hot
friend Olivia who'd caught them.  Katy had always been a competitor at
everything she tried, especially at sports.  She'd never had a boyfriend
before and had never felt a competitive streak when it came to boys, so
when Roger seemed to take a liking to Olivia, she felt her first pang of
jealousy.

   She was a little uncomfortable when Roger ordered her to suck him off
while he watched Olivia getting pounded by Stacy's big black friend.  His
hard-on was obviously more because of Olivia's presence and not hers.  He
was using her mouth to get off while he fantasized about Olivia.  The part
that ticked her off about the whole Olivia moment was when he pulled out of
her mouth while she was sucking on his dick, and offered his spunk to
Olivia instead of her.  Truth be told, Katy didn't have the taste for sperm
that obviously Olivia had, as she welcomed his creamy goo down her gullet
without spilling any of it.  Katy didn't want it really, but he didn't give
her a chance to want it either.  Roger had been staring a hole in Olivia
ever since he laid eyes on her getting fucked by the big black guy.

   He surely wanted to fuck Olivia, who wouldn't?  She was perfect in just
about every way thought Katy, and Olivia being the total slut that she was,
likely would have let him fuck her too.  The only thing stopping her was
her mom standing down in the living room.

   Katy's second biggest surprise of the day came when Roger made hery suck
DeShawn's dick clean and then told her she had to have sex with him
afterwards.  DeShawn didn't say "no", but he did want privacy and told
Roger to leave, which he surprisingly did.

   "Lord that man can fuck," Katy thought as she reflected back.  DeShawn
had managed to get his cock back to attention two more times after fucking
Olivia and made the most of his opportunity with her.

   After fucking Roger and then DeShawn for what seemed like hours that
morning, the last thing she wanted to do was to spend the rest of the
afternoon with Steve in his basement fucking, which she did.  Poor Steve,
he was so nice and treated her so well.  He was the perfect boyfriend,
except for the fact that he was too nice.  Roger was demanding and
domineering.  He fucked her hard and often and didn't show a lot of concern
for her pleasure.  He wasn't good looking or in particularly good shape
either.  He had a beer gut and a flabby ass, but he had a big thick cock
that was always hard and she knew he took great pleasure from her body, and
it turned her on.

   So here she was, getting her pussy reamed out by her boyfriend in his
basement, telling him all the things he wanted to hear as she took his
manhood over and over again.  He did have staying power she thought, but
after the morning workout she'd had, staying power was the least enviable
trait she was looking for at the moment.

   Reflecting back, Katy let DeShawn's parting words filter back through
her mind, "You should come work for my boss, a hot little thing like you
could make a killing".

   "Steve, I want to ask you something," Katy spoke as Steve humped away
into her pussy.

   "Yeah, what Kate?" Steve replied as he slowed his pumping action and
looked down at his girlfriend.  To use the term "girlfriend" with Katy was
pushing the limits.  She was his full-time fuck-meat who had on two
occasions, fucked other guys, yesterday being the second (that he was aware
of).  He couldn't be upset about it, after all he had helped create her, so
to speak.

   "Stacy asked me if I wanted to come and work with her at Alfred's strip
bar.  I was wondering what you thought about it?"

   "You want to work there?"

   "I'm not sure.  It looked like Stacy was having a lot of fun dancing up
on that stage.  I know I'd do a much better job than she did."

   "You know that the job isn't just about dancing right?  If you worked
there, you'd have to fuck guys for money too.  You know that don't you?"

   "Yeah..., oh I don't know.  Stacy made it sound like fun and I'm worried
I might be missing out on something fun."

   "Missing out on what?"

   "I don't know, whatever it is that seems to make Stacy enjoy it so much.
You should have seen her up there, she was.., so..., so..., alive."

   "Well I won't stop you.  But if you do decide to try it, make sure
you're careful."

   "Really?  You'd let me?" Katy replied with a big smile on her face.

   "Sure, but like I said, be careful."

   "Oh, I'll be careful.  I'm already on the pill and I'd make all the guys
wear condoms even though Stacy and Olivia don't.  Are you really sure it's
ok?" Katy asked again with the same big smile plastered across her face.

   "It's up to you.  I won't say I'm happy about it, but it's your life and
you have to live it.  I'll be here for you and I'll be your boyfriend for
as long as you want.  I don't mind sharing as long as you remember who your
main guy is," Steve answered as he saw Katy's face light up with the news.

   "Hmm, who is my main guy anymore?" Katy wondered.  Steve was she
supposed, although Roger was the one who pushed her buttons these days,
although "oooffff", Steve could still hit all the spots too Katy thought as
she felt Steve push into her pussy as deeply as he could.

   "Just remember guys pay extra to go bareback and Alfred doesn't take
"no" for an answer so you'll be taking a lot of cock with no jacket," Steve
replied.

   "That's ok, I'm used to it.  You're number three today!" Katy thought as
she nodded to her boyfriend.  Secretly she was excited by the whole
prospect.

   Katy liked the variety of Roger and Steve being her main sex partners,
but fucking around with the guys from Phil's party the other day was a ton
of fun, and was the impetus for her interest in the strip club.  Whether it
was the hormone pills she was taking, or the sluttiness that seemed to run
in her family, Katy Bennett wanted to experiment with her body and Alfred's
club seemed like the easiest way to do that.  She wouldn't need to find
anybody to fool around with, they'd come find her.

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

   Olivia was tired and a little sore, she thought she'd fully recovered
from her "dorm" experience, but a couple dozen cocks later she found her
twat wasn't quite back to normal yet.  Her muscles ached too, which added
nicely to the overall discomfort she was feeling.  To top it all off,
Alfred changed the rules for the VIP room after he saw how busy the girls
were getting.  After the first hour, the girls didn't need to work the
floor anymore, the guys were lining up for them.

   Alfred was charging three hundred dollars for sex with the girls, and
giving the guys fifteen minutes to get the job done.  Ever the businessman,
he realized he could generate more income if the guys had a reason to
hurry. Changing the deal to one hundred dollars for every five minute
interval seemed like a good idea, and was, increasing their average from
three or four guys an hour to five or six.  Of course there were the cheap
fuckers that were in and out within their five minute allotment, but they
were typically offset by their richer counterparts who wanted to spend some
quality time with the girls.

   Olivia had enjoyed herself all night long, mostly because Alfred had let
her snort down some of his "good stuff" and it had made the assembly line
of dicks exceptionally pleasurable.  That was until Mr.  Fletcher walked
through the doorway.  He was her school principal and he was just as creepy
tonight as the first time he'd fucked her.  He paid for twenty minutes and
used up every last second, fucking her in all her holes and making her
masturbate and pinch her clit as he gave her the "Golden Shower".

   It was infuriating that she orgasmed while Fletcher was pissing down her
throat, of course most of it was due to her own self-stimulation, the rest
of it was due to the degradation the act provided.

   He yelled at her to pinch her clit, which she did, and then he kept
barking at her - "Harder!  Harder!  Harder!" It hurt, but she complied,
pinching her sensitive clitty so hard she could feel the blood rush out of
her swollen nub.  The orgasm it produced was amazing and both she and
Fletcher knew it.  The smug look on his face was proof enough.

   Olivia watched the clock knowing she couldn't just lie there all night
and get her pussy pounded, as enjoyable as it was.  He mother would be home
on time and she needed to be there well before so she could get cleaned up
and presentable.

   Patting her last guy of the night on the ass, his cock still twitching
as his potent seed finished spurting into her chamber, Olivia said "Alright
sport, time to go!"

   Climbing up off her sweaty and tired body, her last customer dressed and
threw her a twenty as a tip.  "Thanks doll, when you working next?"

   "Tomorrow night I think," Olivia responded while looking up at the man.
His face looked just like every other guy she'd fucked.  He could be her
mailman, or her gym teacher, or any other random guy she might run into. 
They all started looking the same after a while.  A cock that wanted to
find its way into her pussy and the hairy out-of-shape body that went with
it.  Every once in a while a hot guy would come along, but most of them
were just regular old guys that could be her dad for all she knew.

   "What if?" she wondered.  Olivia had never met her dad, he split before
she was born.  For all she knew, she might have already fucked him.  "Ewww
gross," she thought as she wiped the leaking cum from her pussy lips.  It
was ten o'clock and time to get ready to go home.  She'd given Alfred
nearly eight hours of service and in return had taken on over thirty dicks
for the man.  Her payment was two baggies of white powder, one smaller than
the other.

   "The bigger of the two is the regular stuff, the smaller bag is the good
stuff you had tonight.  I can't give you any cash if I give you both of
those," Alfred had said.

   That was ok, she really didn't need the cash, she had her tips plus she
still had plenty left from her previous jobs.  What she was low on and what
she found she needed more, was the cocaine.  It kept the sex with all these
strangers fun and exciting, and if she was going to be working as much as
it seemed, she'd need a steady supply of the stuff.

   DeShawn had given her a ride home and thankfully he didn't ask to come
in this time.  The last thing Olivia needed at the moment was more sperm
packed into her pussy.  She'd been leaking a steady stream of it from her
crotch all the way home and fortunately DeShawn had a stack of fast-food
napkins in his glove box that she used to pack under her pussy, otherwise
she would have dripped all over his seat.

   Closing her front door as DeShawn drove away, symbolically put an end to
her day as both she and her pussy were closed for business.  A hot bath was
calling and so was her pillow.

   Olivia wanted to stay up and wait for her mom, but she was just too
tired and settled into bed, her freshly washed blonde hair spread out on
her pillow as she reflected on the day's events.  She felt so snuggly lying
there wearing her most comfortable pj's as the soft flannel material
comforted her over-worked flesh.  It seemed every square inch of her flesh
had been handled by strange male hands at some point of the evening and
these pj's felt so nice on her soft skin.  Ironically she was wearing more
clothes to bed than she'd worn all day long.

   Thinking of all those cocks she'd fucked tonight, Olivia remembered that
she needed to update her "cock-log" with tonight's total.  There was no way
of knowing if all those were "new" cocks or if they were "repeat" cocks. 
Well, at least one of them was, her principal, that gross Mr.  Fletcher. 
"I'm going to have to fuck him regularly once school starts again, I just
know it."

   There was no misconception about that fact Olivia realized, she was
going down a path that had no ending.  Her world of sex wasn't contracting,
it was expanding, and where it would end was anybody's guess.  Her cock
total would get out of hand and she knew it.  She was already somewhere
around five hundred-and-fifty cocks and she was only two weeks into her
summer break.  "What's going to happen when school starts again?  I can't
be working at Alfred's strip club on school nights, I'm going to have too
much homework to do," Olivia thought as she felt her eyelids getting heavy.
   End of Chapter 19