Olivia

Chapter 2

(Mf, M+f, 1^st, oral, coerc, blackmail, drugs, size, prost)

By Gurl Luver

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

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Olivia Hastings was beside herself with anguish. Her neighbor Steve had just caught her masturbating and got it on video. What was worse, he was planning on using the video, and the subsequent pictures to blackmail her into God knew what. Now she found herself dressed in nearly nothing, and being led like a lamb to the slaughter.

Steve led the scared girl down into the basement where he told her to sit down on an old sectional couch. "Welcome to my humble abode," he announced. "Let's relax and get comfortable, can I get you a drink?"

"I guess, can I have a coke?" Olivia replied as she looked around Steve’s bedroom, aka the basement. It was furnished in mostly second hand furniture, nothing fancy, nor did it look like Steve cared one bit since it was his area to rule over.

"With what in it?" he asked as he stepped over to a small cabinet with mirrored panels in front, hiding whatever bottles of liquor he had stashed in there.

"Huh, I don't get it?" she replied as she found somewhere to sit without showing off her girl parts.

"You know, rum, whiskey, etc..., well what will it be?"

"Rum I guess," she answered not knowing one from the next.

Olivia choked on the harsh drink as Steve put some lame reality show on the TV. "Drink it down, it will make you feel more comfortable."

You try and feel comfortable with your bare crotch hanging out from a too-small skirt, your boobs ready to fly out from an equally small halter all the while sitting next to your black-mailer, yeah you try and feel comfortable, she thought with a large dose of sarcasm. She sipped at her drink hoping it would get less harsh the more she got used to it. Steve refilled her glass hoping it would help her to relax. It didn't help much. He knew two strong rum and cokes should have a twelve year old half in the bag, but thought he needed some help.

"Here try this," he said as he lit up a joint. "Put between to your lips and suck in the smoke, good, now hold it, hold it, there you go."

Putting the burning tube to her lips, she inhaled. Olivia coughed up the harsh acrid smoke, it was so dry and bitter. How could anyone like that stuff?

"Do it again," he ordered.

Six or seven tokes later with the joint finished, Olivia was starting to feel the effects, time slowed down and she suddenly did feel relaxed. She leaned back into the couch and felt her arms and legs go slack. She felt herself drifting off.

She must have been dreaming because she felt pleasure coming from her pussy. The sensation was very familiar, it was the sensation she got when she rubbed her pussy only she knew she wasn't doing it herself. She lifted her head realizing she wasn't dreaming and looked down to find Steve toying with her pussy, and it felt good, really good.

"Ohhh, that feels nice," she purred. She could feel every brush of his fingers over her love bud. Her cover-up was hiked up around her waist and her halter was undone, she could clearly see the white outlines of her tits in the dim light. Instinctively she reached for her tits trying to cover them up, her modesty taking over. Only as she felt Steve working her slit, her hands went to her nipples and began to squeeze them, first gently, then roughly as the sensations in her new tingly titties grew.

Steve expertly manipulated her clit, working the little nub between his fingertips. He traced up and down her slit caressing her more gently than she would have ever expected. He slowly inserted his index finger into her steamy channel, marveling at the tightness, his finger constricted by her hymen with every stroke. That's not going to be around long he thought.

Steve's efforts on her nearly hairless quim had her in the final stages of sexual meltdown. He knew she was going to blow big, and it was going to make her previous orgasm look small. Steve never stopped working her clit until at last she nearly launched herself from the couch as her whole body was wracked with convulsions. He quietly mumbled, “wow,” determined to not draw too much attention to the fact that he just molested a pre-teen and freak her out, but inside, he thought something much more appreciative. Holy shit! I've never seen anyone cum like that before, this chick is something special!

Olivia could still feel the waves of pleasure rippling through her body as she came down from her enormous orgasm. Her foggy brain was trying to figure out where these gigantic orgasms were coming from, each one seemingly more powerful than the last, her limp body spent for the time being. She didn't care that she was naked on a couch in some strange place, away from the safety of her own home. She had just discovered a new kind of heaven, and it came from her pussy. Olivia felt something smooth and soft rubbing up and down her slit, and it felt good. Her world was just a bundle of nerve endings centered around her pussy, culminating at the apex, her swollen clit. She purred at the feeling coming from her slit as the mysterious finger traced its way up and down her slit. She felt the thick digit penetrate into her vaginal opening stretching her more than her own finger did. It only made it in a short distance before it was pulled out and reinserted. She felt the intruder repeat this motion many times, each time creating a degree of pleasure she had never felt before.

It pressed over and over again against an unseen barrier inside her tunnel. She started pushing back against the thick finger, trying to lodge it deeper into her slit, sensing that it belonged inside her, needing it to be inside her. She felt a tremendous pressure suddenly give way replaced with a fullness she had never experienced before, only knowing that it was right, and that this was what she had been needing all along. At the same instant came a short lived pain that quickly dissipated only to be replaced by a pleasure that seemed like a blessing from heaven. "Oh God yes, give me more," she moaned.

Steve had never felt a pussy quite like this one before, it was very hot, very tight and she was flooding his cock with her secretions. Damn, I can’t believe Olivia is this soaking wet! He began pounding into her knowing that he wouldn't last very long, not with this velvety constricting pussy.

The pleasure between her legs seemed to last for an eternity to her alcohol and pot clouded brain. Steve pounded into her freshly deflowered pussy savoring the tightness of her love canal. Her untested pussy muscles exerting themselves for the first time, gripping him like a hot vise. It felt incredible as he felt his cum building. A few more pumps and he couldn't hold back, his surging seed bursting into her delicious tunnel as his own orgasm washed over him. Her first sexual encounter only lasted for a few short minutes, but to both parties, it was the most incredible experience they had ever had. Steve climbed up onto his knees on the couch cushions and said, "Suck me hard babe, I want to fuck you again."

Olivia had been lost in the pleasure of the moment and looked up and saw Steve naked with is limp penis just inches from her nose. "What are you doing?" she managed to say.

"I want to fuck you again and I need you to suck me hard, got it?"

No she didn't ‘got it’, what did he mean fuck you again? It took a few seconds for the pieces to click together, and then she giggled, because through the chemical fog she had just realized what had happened and the thick ‘thing’ that had given her so much pleasure was this wilted ‘thing’ in front of her face, and it suddenly seemed funny.

Without much consideration, he shoved his flaccid cock into her still giggling mouth. "You better not bite me bitch," he said. "Just suck on it like it's a popsicle, or something."

It seemed slimy and kind of squishy, but she sucked it because that was what she was told. Soon it seemed to grow in her mouth, and now it wasn't so squishy anymore. "Stroke your hand up and down the shaft when you give a blow job, give me some friction," he instructed. He guided her hand to his shaft and helped her stroke along his length. "Aahh, that's better." His cock begin to respond, and just as quickly as the cock was in her mouth, it was gone and then she felt it sliding into her slit again.

If she thought the first ride was exquisite, then she was not prepared for each of the successive rides after that. Steve fucked her five times that night and sent her home with cum dripping from her reddened slit with her ass barely covered by the wrap and her halter just held in place with her arms. Luckily the house was still empty and her only thought was to get some much needed sleep.

Olivia woke the next morning and recalled the events of last night. Oh God, Steve forced me to have sex, I'm not a virgin anymore! What should I do? Olivia was distraught over the realization of what she’d gone through. What has gotten into me? If it wasn't for my damn pussy, none of this would have happened! She pulled back the covers and looked down at her nakedness, she had dried cum all around her tender crotch.

She jumped into the shower intent on cleaning herself up and then try her best to put the events of last night behind her. As she bathed her tender crotch, her slippery soapy fingers unavoidably stimulated her sensitive parts firing up her desire to have another orgasm. Only this time she knew there was something else she could have that was equally pleasurable, a thick cock in her pussy. But I can't do that, I can't have sex again, I'm too young, I'm still just a girl! Olivia shut off the water and stepped out of the shower. As she wrapped a towel around her torso, she heard her cell phone ring and hurried to grab it.

“Hey babe, that was awesome last night, you made me so horny that I just gotta fuck you again, right now," came the voice over the phone. Expecting it to be her friend Stacy, she was startled by the voice and the message she had just heard. Realizing it was Steve from next door, she yelled, "You raped me!"

Steve just laughed. "You certainly seemed pretty willing after we got started, wait until you see the video. I'm giving you a ride to school today so wear a skirt, something sexy, and get over here early and if you aren't over here soon I'll start posting the files online that I just e-mailed to you, so everyone will know about you," he threatened.

Olivia sprinted to her computer and saw a new e-mail showing. She quickly clicked on it and saw a number of pictures showing her in various poses including some very revealing close-ups. There were also two videos, the first being the masturbation scene Steve shot with his phone, the second a fairly high quality video of her getting fucked and apparently loving every second of it.

She was beside herself in anguish, Oh my God, what can I do? She was so upset, she knew it was so wrong, it went against every moral fiber she had, but her hormones were betraying her sensibility. Even after all the sex she had last night, she couldn't even wash her pussy in the shower without wanting to have another orgasm, or was it sex she wanted? No, I can't think like that, it was wrong and I have to find a way to stop him, she decided. He's going to make me have sex with him this morning too, he'll tear my poor pussy up, what can I do? Her quandary was interrupted with a knock on the door. "Honey, breakfast is ready," her mother said.

Olivia dropped her towel and reached for her bathrobe, catching a glimpse of her outline in the mirror. Holy crap! Look at my boobs, they really have grown! She grabbed a swollen breast in each hand and could feel the increased weight as she hefted her globes. She pinched her nipples and loved the new sensitivity she felt in them, her skin tingling from the touch. These new boobs are awesome she thought as she traced lazy circles around her areola reveling in the exquisite sensations. She threw her robe on over her naked form and headed for the kitchen.

"Good morning sweetheart," she heard her mother say. "Take your medicine and don't forget about the cream."

She popped the pills and thought about the medicine the doctor gave her. The cream, of course! The doctor said to use it before and after I masturbate to help the healing and to lessen any pain, that might help with my tender kitty and maybe help me get through this morning with that asshole Steve!

She gulped down her breakfast and hurried to her room. She found the jar and slathered on a heavy dose of the cream onto her vagina. The tenderness immediately lessened and within a minute, the tenderness was replaced with another sensation, arousal. Maybe a little more will help get me through this she thought as she slathered another dollop onto her young pussy. Yes, she could definitely feel it working on her tender tissues. This might be ok after all, I can get through this.

Olivia only had one skirt that might be considered sexy, barely, a black one that she wore to her cousin's wedding the previous year. It came to just below mid-thigh and only then because she had outgrown it the previous year. She squeezed her new boobs into the biggest bra she had, which still wasn't big enough, her new cleavage spilling over the top of it. Over that she wore a simple white blouse, and prepared to leave to face her black-mailer.

"You're ready awfully early today aren't you dear?" her mother questioned. "What's with the fancy outfit, special occasion that I should know about?"

Yeah, sure my black-mailer wants to fuck me in a skirt this morning on my last day of school she thought with more than a hint of sarcasm. "There's an end of year assembly and Stacy and I are presenting some awards and we were asked to get dressed up and come in early to rehearse the presentation," she replied.

"I haven't had a shower yet, but I can give you a ride like this if you don't mind me looking like train wreck?" her mother asked.

“That's okay mom, Steve said he was leaving early today and offered to drop me off on his way to school." Yeah, he'll give me a ride alright she thought.

"He's such a nice boy, thank him for me, have a nice day dear," her mother said as she headed for the shower.

Olivia laughed at her mother’s comment about Steve being a nice boy, if she only knew.

Steve answered the knock at the door and found his new sex toy waiting. "What are you dressed in?" he asked as he looked her up and down from head to toe. "It looks you're going to a funeral or something."

"You said wear a skirt, that's all I have," she replied.

"Well go shopping and get something sexy, I want you dressed sexy at the bare minimum, slutty preferred," he ordered, and let her in the door.

She followed Steve down the stairs returning to the scene of her deflowering from the previous night. "I was up all night thinking about you," he said as stood closely in front of her and ran his hands over her shoulders and down her slender back. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. "Kiss me," he said. She tried to push him away but he forced his lips upon hers and gave her a powerful kiss. Olivia had never thought of Steve in a sexual way before and the thought of kissing him kinda repulsed her. It's not that he wasn't good looking, but she was more interested in boys her own age, not a guy old enough to be considered an adult. She felt his lips working hers and felt a revulsion as she meekly returned his forced kiss. Within a few minutes, an odd thing happened, the revulsion was gone and she was kissing him back with a passion she didn't expect to have for someone who was black-mailing her for sex. She felt his tongue probe into her mouth and she sucked on it and toyed with his tongue with her own, all the while his hands roaming over her ass. She had such a supple and delicious ass, he could kneed that thing for hours.

She was aroused and blamed it on the copious amounts of cream she applied to her pussy. I shouldn't be enjoying this she thought. Especially at the hands of someone who was forcing her to do something she didn't want to do, or did she? She pressed her groin up against his and could feel his erection through his jeans.

Steve broke off the kiss and knelt on the ground in front of her, lifting her skirt up revealing her plain cotton panties. "No more granny undies, get something sexy, or don't wear any at all," he commanded. "Now let's lose these, you won't be wearing these things ever again." She felt him slide them down her hips and down to the floor. Not knowing what to expect next, she felt him planting gentle kisses up her thighs and around her pussy, the sensations teasing her terribly.

"Oh that feels so nice, please keep kissing me like that," she whispered, surprised that she was actually encouraging him. Steve guided her back to the couch and laid her down. He lifted the skirt again and saw close up, the sparse blond pubes that had begun to grow. I might have to shave these off soon if they get in the way. But for the time being, they were kinda hot. She felt his tongue lap over her sensitive bud and just about went through the roof. He playfully teased her slit with his tongue bringing her close to orgasm several times before standing and removing his jeans revealing the fact that he wasn't wearing underwear and that he had a raging hard on. It was about 7 inches long and average in girth.

"You stuck that thing in me, it's huge!" she exclaimed. "No wonder my crotch was so sore this morning!"

"No talking," he said as he returned his mouth back to her pussy. It's not that big he thought, but if she thinks it's huge, who am I to argue? This time there was no teasing, she could feel him attack her clitty and didn't let up until she had a very powerful orgasm.

"Strip, and get on my cock," Steve ordered. Olivia was standing on still shaking legs as she removed her skirt dropping it to the floor and then removed the blouse and her bra, her trapped breasts springing free from the undersized bra, dropping the articles to the floor. "Wow, you are so perfect, look at those titties, your body is amazing," he said. I'm going to enjoy fucking this sweet thing as often as I can, he thought as she climbed up onto the couch. Olivia was very confused, she found his compliments stirring a need from within, a desire to be wanted. Her body following suit, her hormones demanding she satiate her needs anyway possible.

Not knowing what to do next, she allowed Steve to guide her onto his lap and directed the tip of his cock until it touched the opening of her pussy. "Ok, get down on it girl," he ordered. She dropped her hips and felt the tip enter her opening, it felt large and she felt impossibly stretched out. "Keep going and relax your pussy muscles, you're going to crush my cock if you keep it tensed like that," he said. She tried to comply and felt her muscles relax and the pressure wasn't so great anymore. "Keep going, get it in there," he commanded.

It was so much easier when I was stoned, she thought.

"Get on it, now," he ordered.

She gradually worked her way down until she had seated the whole thing in her lubricated pussy. She felt stuffed from the girth, and it felt different from last night, but it felt good at the same time.

"Ok, get a rhythm going, up and down, in and out, back and forth, I don't care which, but get it moving," he said. Not having a clue how to fuck, she started rocking her hips moving his cock in and out. The feeling was intense and pleasurable. "I can get used to this," she said aloud.

"Good because you're my new fuck toy and you'll do what I tell you, when I tell you," he informed the young girl as she rode his cock.

"Uh, huh,” she said while nodding her head. “Uuhhh, huhhh, whatever you say," she moaned. She couldn't believe the fantastic feeling she was getting from this motion.

"Try grinding on me," he said and let him guide her hips in the motion he showed her.

"Oh that feels amazing," she groaned as she crushed her clit up against his pubic bone, her hungry pussy enveloping every inch of his firm cock. Her hips went on auto-pilot as she worked her way towards yet another orgasm. She grabbed her nipples so she could get herself over the edge. Steve knocked her hands away and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking on it with force. That was all it took as she crashed through her latest orgasm. Her quivering pussy muscles massaged Steve's cock to eruption, sending his seed deep into her pussy.

"Damn girl, I'm going to love fucking you on a regular basis," he stated. "And I'd love to hang here all day and fuck you, but sooner or later your mom is going to look out the window and realize we haven't left yet and wonder what we're up to."

"School, oh shit! I'm going to be late," she yelled. She hastily grabbed her clothes and started to dress.

"Hold on girl, I already told you to dress sexy, lose the ugly bra and the granny underwear," he ordered.

She looked at him with a stunned look on her face. "But I can't go without a bra, everyone will know I'm not wearing one, my nipples will poke through!"

"But it'll be sexy, do it!" he demanded.

The ride to school felt incredibly awkward for several reasons, she had no underwear on, the cool breeze through the window made her nipples hard and poke out, she had a towel pressed up against her pussy catching Steve's cum so it didn't stain her skirt, and she was freshly fucked. Other than that, it was a normal ride to school she sarcastically thought to herself.

Steve pulled his Firebird up the front entrance of her middle school, there would be no sneaking in the back door this morning. He wanted his newly deflowered sex toy to make her grand entrance. "Come over to my place when you get home, and wear something slutty," he ordered as he drove off.

Great, this is never going to end she thought.

School was going to very different today and she knew it from the time she first stepped in the door. Her newly enhanced titties jiggled with every step, her nipples were still hard as stones. They poked out so noticeably that no one would miss the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra, not that the thin white material left much to the imagination.

She could feel the last of Steve's semen trickling down her leg as she walked down the hall. She felt like her skin was still flush from her recent fucking. She could certainly feel it in her pussy as it was still tingling, but thankfully the tenderness was gone. I guess that cream really helped she thought.

"Good morning Miss Hastings," she heard. "My, aren't you looking lovely this morning."

Olivia cringed. Oh no, it's Mr. Fletcher, the principal! He gave all the girls the creeps, the way he looked at them, you felt like you needed a shower after he was done looking you over. Of all the people to see me first, it had to be him. She glanced over and his eyes were glued to her tits. She put her head down and picked up the pace. Big mistake, that made her tits jiggle even more, giving all those around her a good show.

"Nice tits Olivia," she heard from behind her. Her face turned beat red. God, please kill me.

She heard more ‘good mornings’ from just about every male teacher that passed her in the halls. Sour looks from the female teachers told her all she needed to know about what they thought about her attire. Word quickly got out that Olivia Hastings was showing off her tits and every guy in the school was chasing after her trying to get a look at her lovely globes. She heard cell phones snapping pictures as she made her way through the throng to her locker. None were bold enough to grab ahold of one of her luscious orbs, at least they hadn't got that bold, yet. Her nipples were still hard as stones, but it wasn't cold inside. The problem was that they were staying hard because all the attention she was getting was getting her aroused. She couldn't help thinking that the only thing separating her bare pussy from the gaze of everyone around her, was the skirt that hung only eight inches below her crotch. She could feel the cool breeze from her strides on her pussy, making it tingle. She could feel wetness against her thighs from her lubrication that was starting to flow freely from her pussy lips. She had an urge to drop to the floor, hike up her skirt and frig herself in front of everyone. What's wrong with me she wondered yet again. Her sexuality overtly on display was affecting her sense of right and wrong. I shouldn't feel like this, I should be embarrassed to death. But a small part of her, a part starting to flourish, enjoyed the attention her sexuality offered.

"What's with the new look?" she heard her friend Stacy ask. "I guess if you got them, flaunt them, something like that?" she said with annoyance.

Olivia swiveled around, and saw the perturbed look on her best friend’s face. "Stace, I had a laundry emergency this morning and this is all I had to wear, my mom decided to do laundry last night and nothing was dry," she pleaded.

"Really, not one single bra was dry?"

In a hushed voice she said, "honestly, something is going on with my boobs, it's like they blew up over the last few days, none of my bra's fit anymore. I had no choice, I had to go braless."

"Well they look fucking huge all of a sudden," she replied. "Don't you have a sweater or something you can cover them up with?"

"I didn't bring one, I was running late this morning and didn't think anyone would notice," she said knowing full well only a moron would believe that.

"Let me see if I have one in my gym locker after this period, I don't have anything for you in this one," she replied. "I gotta get going to class, see you at lunch," her friend said as she walked away.

First period science class went by more slowly than she could have ever imagined. Her pussy had finally stopped leaking, that was a relief. Oh God, the back of my skirt must be wet she suddenly thought. Even worse, her teacher Mr. Edwards had asked her to come up to the board three times to assist him with a boring insect life cycle diagram he was showing. Her tits jiggling with every step as she walked to the board, she could feel his eyes following every jiggle. She felt his attention stir her hormones and her nipples hardened as a result. A grin spread across his face as he watched her approach. She just knew everyone could see the wet spot on the back of her skirt. They're going to know it's from my dripping pussy, she thought with a touch of anguish.

Mr. Edwards made her hold the life cycle model and face the class, nobody saw the model, all eyes were glued to the folds of her blouse that hugged her tits, showing off every curve of her swelling orbs, her nipples standing at attention like pencil erasers. When she was allowed to return to her seat, she could see every pair of male eyes focused on her hard pink nipples. Her hormones were raging and the attention she was getting just fueled the fire she felt growing in her loins, she needed a release in the worst way, or did she need a good fucking? As much as she hated to admit it, having sex this morning felt amazing, even if she was black-mailed into it.

The bell rang signaling the end of class and Olivia bolted for the bathroom. Her tits bouncing the whole way, everybody stopped what they doing so they could watch beautiful Olivia Hastings display her goods. She made it to the bathroom and found it was empty. Thank God. It wouldn't have mattered, she was going to frig her clit whether it was empty of not. She hiked up her skirt and thrust her hands into her crotch, one hand going to stimulate her clit, the other to jam two fingers palm deep into her hungry gash. "Ahhh," she moaned. I needed this in the worst way. All the emotions she felt from the morning, the embarrassment, the anguish, all the pent up desire, all melted away and was forgotten with the pleasure emanating from her loins. Her manipulations unleashed by a fantastic orgasm, taking all her strength to keep from screaming out at the moment it peaked. Her hands were lightly caressing her vulva, savoring the lingering effects of her climax when she heard the bell ring.

"Shit I'm late!" she yelped. She quickly pulled down her skirt and bolted from the stall. Olivia realized that she hadn't wiped her soaking pussy off after she came and she could feel her wetness running down her leg. Can't stop now, I'll really be in trouble! Her fingers were still wet from her pussy juices she realized, as she hurried down the hall. She brought them up to her nose and could smell the unmistakable scent that can only come from pussy. She found her scent strangely intoxicating. Shit, somebody's going to smell me too. Great, another thing to worry about.

"Ms. Hastings, late again are we?" questioned her math teacher Mr. Fraser. "I'm afraid I can't let this one go, please come to my desk," he ordered. Her tits jiggled the whole way up to his desk, a fact not missed by anyone in the class, especially her teacher. "School policy states that we must report all lates to the principal's office, this will go onto your permanent record," he began. He paused in the middle of lecturing his tardy student and wheeled his chair forward slightly. That can't be what I think it is, can it? That smells like pussy. He caught movement as he looked at the gorgeous Olivia Hastings and saw something just become visible below her hemline. A drop of clear fluid trickled down her thigh towards her knee. He was mesmerized by it. What is that? Did that just leak out of her pussy? Did she pee herself? Is it pussy juice? That can't be semen, can it? Is that why she's late? Was she fucking someone during school hours? A million questions went through his brain in a millisecond, the biggest questions of all was, how do I get some? His cock jumped to attention at the thought.

"On second thought, let's not waste anymore class time, please come see me at the end of class," he said. She wasn't sure why, but that sounded a little ominous. Olivia took her seat at the front of the class and sat down. She could feel her lubrication squelch out of her when she sat down. Great, my wet spot will be even bigger now, she thought. Maybe a little fresh air will help dry it up.

Mr. Fraser stood up to present his lecture to the class and instantly regretted it, realizing his hard on would be visible through his linen slacks. He looked down and could make out his outline quite easily. Kind of difficult to hide when you're packing a thick eight inch tool, he thought. He looked out and saw Olivia Hastings staring at his tented pants. He quickly sat down hoping nobody else saw his condition. He did his best to begin presenting the day's work from a seated position, at least until his hard-on could subside.

Five minutes into his lecture and Bill Fraser thought he could stand and approach the chalk board. As he looked out over the class, his gazed fell on Olivia Hastings and he saw her waving her knees apart slightly and was able to see straight down her skirt, bringing his lecture to a crashing halt. She's not wearing panties! She's doing that to tease me, the little vixen! Of course his male brain automatically thought that, why else would a twelve year old girl be showing off her pussy like that? This is going to be easier than I thought.

Olivia absently continued slowly opening and closing her legs, the cool air actually made her steamy pussy feel more comfortable. At least the leaking seemed to have stopped. She was lost in her own world, thinking about her pussy, feeling the constant effect of her raging hormones and didn't notice that her teacher had stopped droning on.

The hush that fell on the room brought her back to the moment and she looked up and saw that her teacher's eyes were locked on her, specifically her lower section and that her raised and spread knees offered her teacher a direct view of her pussy. Oh no, he just saw my pussy! In a panic over the realization her teacher had just seen her kitty, she snapped her knees shut. Her juices fired up again at the thought and her body betrayed her brain and kicked her hormones into gear. Her brain said ‘no’ and her body said ‘yes’, and her body was winning.

Olivia was confused, she shouldn't be getting excited because her teacher saw her pussy, and yet she was doing just that. The leaking that had subsided had started again, she could feel the lubrication begin to seep from her pussy lips. The thoughts and confused emotions she was feeling only increased her arousal. Her clit began to throb and started to swell all on its own. The familiar sensation she felt that morning when she was tempted to drop to the floor and masturbate in front of everyone returned.

Slowly she spread her knees again and her teacher turned into a puddle of goo. He couldn't talk straight, couldn't finish a sentence and talked himself in circles trying to regain his composure. At that moment, Olivia discovered something, she had power, and the power was over men, using her sex. It became somewhat of a game for her after that. She would close her knees and wait until an unsuspecting moment and then flash him her pussy again. She coyly pinched one of her nipples in a manner that no one would see, but her teacher saw the resulting erect nipple. He was handsome and she was enjoying herself.

William Fraser knew he was being played, and he loved it. What seemed like an impossible dream when he saw Olivia Hastings approach his desk, seemed closer to reality now. She had flashed her pussy at him a dozen times and there was no mistake that it was on purpose, she had even tweaked her nipples a few times for him. Those luscious tits were just begging to be sucked on.

The lunch bell rang, and for Bill Fraser, it didn't ring soon enough. His students filed out of his class room and as instructed, Olivia Hastings remained in her seat waiting for her reprimand. Bill watched as the last student exited his room and he closed and locked the door. He walked to the front of the class while Miss Olivia Hastings was just putting away her stuff in her school bag.

"We have a very serious problem here Ms. Hastings," he began. "You just exposed yourself to a teacher, that's a very serious offense, you could be expelled for that. I have an obligation to report this to the principal's office immediately."

Feeling her power slip away, she immediately started to panic. "Oh, please don't do that Mr. Fraser, my mother will kill me!" she pleaded. How am I going to explain this, I got expelled for showing my teacher my bare pussy? Her increased hormonal condition seemed to drive her emotional level to near hysterics in a matter of seconds.

"Calm down Ms. Hastings, I'm sure we can work something out," he reassured her.

“Work something out, what do you mean?" she asked, feeling only slightly less panicked now.

"Well, we could come to an arrangement of sorts and I could possibly forget the whole incident," he replied.

"Like what?"

"Why don't you come up here and have a seat and we can discuss it quietly," he suggested.

As instructed, the suddenly powerless girl approached her teachers desk and asked, "have a seat where?"

"Just jump up on the desk, this won't take long," he answered. Olivia nervously hoisted herself up onto the desk, her tits bouncing in the process.

"Here's what's going to happen if you want to get out of this without involving the principal, your mother and the police."

"The police?" she interrupted, the blood draining from her face.

"Yes, the school is required to report incidents like this to the police for obvious legal reasons, what you did can be considered indecent exposure. That's very serious, you could end up in juvenile hall," he lied. "Now as I was saying, you can either do exactly as I say and it ends right here and goes no further, or I march you down to Mr. Edwards’ office and we call your mother and the police. And the way you're dressed and the fact you have no underwear on, I think we have a pretty solid case here."

"Ok," was her only reply.

"Ok, you agree to do everything I say? Is that your answer?” he asked.

"Yes," she returned meekly.

"Good, now let's take a closer look at the kitty you just spent the last hour flashing me with," he ordered. Olivia tentatively pulled up her skirt exposing her creamy thighs. "Good now spread your legs." She opened her legs and bared her pussy to her teacher. What a beautiful little pussy. Nice and tight, only slightly developed labia, a small patch of golden fleece above her clit hood, and obvious moisture around her slit, a thing of beauty.

He reached out and stroked up and down her slit with his thumb. He focused his attention to her clit hood and applied some pressure to the nub. That sent fireworks off in Olivia's pussy, her lust fired up instantly by the attention. He brought his thumb back to her slit and ran it through the moisture that began to seep from her thin lips, dragging the wetness with him to lubricate the friction on her clit hood.

Quickly her little nub swelled and began to stand proud, begging to be touched. Olivia was now a slave to her body, her hormones in total control. She didn't care where she was at the moment, all attention focused on the sensation she was feeling between her legs. Bill Fraser couldn't believe the reaction this young girl was having to his ministrations. She was flooding his hand with her juices, he could feel the heat coming from her pussy and knew what that would feel like on his tool.

"Unbutton your blouse," he ordered. Olivia began to unbutton her blouse as ordered and struggled to get the buttons undone as fresh sparks from her clit made concentrating extremely difficult. She managed to get them all undone and let the flimsy article fall open exposing her luscious newly swelled orbs. They stood proud with no sag as only young breasts can do.

Bill reached up with his free hand and squeezed one of her boobs feeling the firm flesh under his grasp. They weren't squishy like the fat bags his recent girlfriends possessed; these were exceptionally firm with really cute little pink nipples. He pinched the nipple and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger eliciting a groan from the pre-teen. Her hips started rolling from the stimulation to her clit and he let go of her breast and brought the hand down to her pussy lips and slowly inserted a finger into her steaming hole expecting to find a hymen but finding none. She's been fucked already he concluded. And is about to get fucked again!

He added a second finger to her tight hole and started a rhythm sawing in and out of her pussy causing her hips to gyrate on his hand. She was fucking his fingers trying to get them deeper and deeper. The stimulation became too much for her hormone addled brain and she lost it, cumming intensely on his hands. "Ugghhhhnnnn," she groaned as she thrashed around bucking her hips against his hands, trying to keep the stimulation going.

Olivia felt her teacher remove his fingers from her pussy while his thumb continued to gently stroke her clit. She didn't hear him drop his trousers, but she knew when he began to insert his cock into her pussy. It was stretching her sensitive tissues making her think it must be a lot bigger than Steve's. His first thrust drove only three inches into her love tunnel and the warmth and tightness felt exquisite. He withdrew all but the tip and pushed again sinking in an additional two inches letting her get used to the girth.

He could tell by her reactions that whoever she was fucking wasn't packing a cock the size he was now stuffing into her. She moaned each time he thrust forward, partially because of the stretch but mostly because it felt so damned good.

If he keeps this up, I'm going to cum again she thought.

Within a dozen strokes, he was planting nearly eight whole inches into her love nest and couldn't believe how good it felt. Never in his life had he felt a pussy this hot and tight, her internal muscles massaging every inch of his cock as he speared in and out of her. He grabbed her ankles and held them up so he could control her position at the edge of the desk, it also looked awesome.

The petite sixth grader he was sawing in and out of was a tight little package. He admired her taught stomach and slender muscular dancer's legs as he first spread them impossibly wide, marveling at how limber she was, and then pushing her knees up to her chest so he could cram every inch he had into her steamy hole.

He was in ecstasy looking down at this prize, a marvel of physical perfection, she had a beautiful face, such perfect breasts and a toned and muscular build. The cougars he was dating now all had saggy bellies, fat asses and pancake titties. How could he ever go back to banging those pigs after this he wondered?

He let go of her ankles and reached out, grabbing onto her tits and squeezing them hard, eliciting a deep groan from the sixth grader. Releasing the globes, he latched onto her pink nipples pinching them hard, the sensation was overwhelming, she bucked her hips hard against his groin wrapping her legs around his torso driving her pussy onto his cock with all the strength she could muster. Her legs effectively pinned his hips to hers, her pussy gobbling down his cock like a hungry lamprey eel. Her arms reached for and grabbed a hold of his shirt pulling with all her strength to lift herself up to give her pussy a better angle to attack his cock with. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on tightly, her back arching upwards, her arms and legs affectively gluing her body to his. Her teacher, thirty years her senior, hoisted the young girl up, and supported her weight with his rock hard erection and his hands that gripped a tiny butt cheek in each palm. Olivia ground her pelvis down onto his cock, her hips rotating on his, grinding her clit hard up against her lover. The pole she was riding was touching her in all the right places. She loved the way he was holding her, he was gripping her ass cheeks with both hands, helping him grind his big cock into her over and over again.

She knew she was going to blow big this time, and her teacher with one final thrust, sent her over the edge when she felt his cock surge and felt his cum splash against her cervix. He could feel her pussy muscles rippling around his still throbbing cock. He was dumping a big load into her, he could tell, his cock was still throbbing uncontrollably. He hadn't cum like that since when? Ever, he wondered? She hugged her arms even tighter around her new lover and crushed herself against him with all her strength. She wouldn't let go until the sensation of her orgasm died down. She still held on, crushing her breasts against his chest as she felt his shriveling cock slip from her love tube.

"Wow, that was fantastic," he exclaimed. "I had no idea a girl your age could fuck like that. How long have you been having sex?"

"Since yesterday," she replied between heaving breaths. His reaction spoke volumes, he was blown away by the fact that the sexual dynamo that had just ridden his cock like a seasoned pro, was a virgin yesterday.

She knew he had enjoyed that as much as she had, maybe more because students were off limits to a teacher, and she knew it. "I'd really like to do that again sometime, would that be alright?" he asked.

"We'll see," she replied feeling some of her power return.

Olivia put her blouse back on and pulled her skirt down and left Mr. Frasers' math class. I won't be able to think of math class the same way ever again! Olivia hurried down the hallway, her pussy still tingling from the workout. Mr. Fraser's cum was still dripping down her legs when she made it to the cafeteria with barely enough time to eat her lunch. She found her friend Stacy and sat down, she could feel the last dregs of Mr. Frasers cum squelch out as she sat.

"What took you so long, and why are you all sweaty" her friend asked.

"Mr. Fraser lectured me on being late to his class, he really gave it to me hard," she replied with a veiled smirk.

Her romp had left her with a nice sweaty sheen, a fact she hadn't noticed in her haste to get dressed. "You should take a look at your shirt," Stacy offered. Olivia looked down and could clearly see what her sweat had done to the blouse. Her blouse was plastered to her tits, forming around them showing off their perfect shape, not to mention making the white material very see-through. She might as well have not worn anything since everything she had was on full display.

"Uh, I didn't want to miss having lunch with you and I ran all the way from math class, I guess I got sweaty," she replied.

"You ran, with those tits, and no bra? Jesus, it's a wonder you don't have black eyes," Stacy mocked.

"Very funny," she started to say when she paused in midsentence, she had a moment of realization that everyone she passed in the halls as she hurried to the cafeteria, had essentially seen her bare breasts. She felt very confused; she was embarrassed, and at the same time…what? Thrilled? Aroused? She wasn't sure but it made her feel kinda good to know that she had shown off her amazing set of tits. She loved them, she was proud of them, why not show them off? The thought of exhibiting herself to everyone on school got her juices flowing once again. I just got fucked at school by my math teacher and my pussy wants more action. What's wrong with me? Am I really that big of a slut that all I can think about is feeding my desire for orgasms and sex?

"Earth to Liv, come in please," her friend blurted out. "Here put this sweater on and stop showing off your boobs. I grabbed it for you out of my gym locker," she added. Olivia took the sweater and put it on, she had to, she couldn't have her best friend think she actually wanted to show off her boobs. "It's the last day of school, what are we doing tonight?" Stacy asked. "Somebody's got to be having a party."

"I don't know, I haven't heard anything," Liv replied knowing full well that Steve told her to come over and dress slutty. Her evening was going to involve riding his pole repeatedly, after her session with Mr. Fraser, the idea was starting to appeal to her more than hanging out with her friend talking stupid girl stuff.

"Can you come over to my house tonight since you bailed on me last night?" Stacy asked.

"I'll have to check with my mom, you know she always like to know where I'll be ahead of time," she replied.

"Fine," she huffed, her friend obviously a little frustrated by her bullshit answer. "Don't forget, you said you'd talk to your doctor about me, right?" Stacy asked.

"I promise, I'll call him when I get home," she answered.

Olivia's next period class was uneventful, her pussy had stopped leaking and her wet spot had mostly dried up, albeit leaving a nice crusty patch on the inside. She made sure not to show off her naked pussy to her current teacher, but her urge to orgasm never subsided. Between periods she bolted to the bathroom for another wank session. This time she was pretty sure somebody heard her, but she didn't really care, she needed to get off.

And get off she did, renewing her wet spot which eventually stuck to her pussy during last period as it dried. That felt nice (sarcasm), unsticking the combined dried remains of her pussy juices along with the remnants of Mr. Frasers’ cum off her twat. Even that got her a little excited, it seemed over the last few days everything got her pussy excited. Making her pussy happy was all that she thought of the whole way home. It's Friday, the last day of school and I should be thinking about going to an ‘end of the year’ party, not thinking about the fact that I have all weekend to play with myself. Then she remembered Steve telling her to come over after school and she thought somewhat sarcastically, yeah, all weekend to play with myself, and get fucked. Her brain was getting less and less confused about the subject thinking that getting fucked all weekend might be more preferable than to just playing with herself.

Making it home, Olivia found a note taped to her door, unfolding it read, ‘Come on over and wear something slutty, Steve’. This getting out of control, what it someone had read this? She needed to make a point to talk to him about this. “There has to be a way out," she whispered as she walked through her front door.

Olivia walked through the living room and headed for the bathroom, she wanted to take a quick shower and clean off from the day's events. She stepped out of the shower, dried off and headed for her bedroom, naked. Seeing her jar of cream reminded her that she needed to take her pill and headed to the kitchen. There was a note from her mother: ‘Working late tonight, won't be home until about 2 am, don't wait up, Love Mom’.

She popped her pill, grabbed a quick sandwich and headed to her room to get dressed. She opened the jar and discovered she had used quite a bit of it. I'll have to see if Dr. Sanders can get me more, and ask about Stacy's boobs. She slathered on a healthy dose of the cream knowing that Steve was going to want to have sex. I hope it feels as good as it did today with Mr. Fraser she thought as the cream worked its magic.

Slutty is out of the question, I don't even think I can pull off sexy, and mom doesn't even have anything close to sexy either. The best Olivia could muster for sexy was a yellow floral patterned sundress from last year that came up a little too short and was a little too tight. It sure did show off her new curves, considering the last time the dress fit properly, she didn't actually have any. She found a pair of bikini underwear in her mom's drawer that seemed to fit okay, they weren't exactly sexy but they were better than her full cut granny briefs. Her mother's DD-size bras were never going to fit, at least no time soon, so she went without as her bras didn't fit anymore anyway. Her full, perky breasts pushed the front of the dress out nicely, the cut of the dress accenting her bra-less shape and her puffy nipples clearly outlined in the thin material. She generously applied some mascara, eye liner and lip gloss and was pleasantly surprised with the outcome. If she can't dress ‘slutty’ at least she could get made-up slutty. She hoped it would be enough.

Olivia knocked on Steve's door and her dad answered, "Hi Mr. Johnson, is Steve here?"

"Olivia, is that you?" he asked.

"Yes, sir, Steve asked me to stop by," she answered.

"Putting the make-up and little heavy aren't you?" he asked.

"My friend and I were just playing with mom's makeup, I'm gonna wash it off right away," she replied.

"Yeah sure, Steve's downstairs," he said as he opened the door and let her in. Reed Johnson was hoping his demeanor had stayed calm in front of little Olivia Hastings, but as he opened the door and realized that the hot little jailbait in front of him was his neighbor's twelve year old daughter, it took every ounce of strength he had to keep his eyes from bugging out of his head. I hope that boy knows what he's doing.

Olivia descended the stairs to Steve's ‘room’, his room was actually the whole basement and he had it to himself. He was sitting there drinking a beer and rolling a joint. "Hey sweet cheeks, get over here and give me a kiss," he said.

Olivia wasn't sure what she what to think about being here with Steve, she knew eventually they would have sex, but wasn't sure how she felt about him, and if she wanted to do stuff like kiss him. Her pussy wanted the attention and it seemed as if her body was calling the shots these days, so she just thought, what the hell, go with it. Walking over to the couch, Olivia bent over and gave him a big wet kiss. Somewhat surprised that she actually did it, Steve returned the kiss and stuck his tongue in her mouth. She did the same and then climbed onto his lap and wrapped her arms around him and pushed him back onto the couch lying on top of him. "Well hello to you too," he said. They made out for a few minutes longer before he said, "Stand up and let me get a good look at you."

She stood up and twirled about in front of him. "Not bad, not bad at all, the makeup looks good, the dress fits nice, but still not quite slutty enough, we'll have to work on that," he said. "We can go shopping tomorrow and get you some slutty clothes, but right now, we have some partying to do."

Steve fixed her a rum and coke, this time making it a bit harsher than the one from the day before. Need to get her used to it so I can get her fucked up good and fast.

"Can we smoke one of those joints again?" she asked.

“Maybe later, but you have to earn it first, drink up," he said. Olivia tried her best to chug down the drink, it was a little easier than the last one, maybe. After she had finished her first drink, Steve said, "ok girl, let's see what you brought for me, stand up."

Olivia stood in front of him and he proceeded to lift her dress revealing her mother's underwear. He slid them down to her ankles exposing her well lubricated slit, the cream working well to get her aroused.

"These aren't anywhere near sexy enough, add that to the list of slutty things we need to get you," he said. Steve stripped off his jeans and again, was not wearing any underwear. "Suck me hard babe, then climb on up here."

Having only what little knowledge she had from the previous night, she attempted to give Steve a blow job. She lightly grabbed his limp cock, and put the head in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the head and applied some suction, she could feel it start to grow in her mouth. She toyed with the head feeling the softness of it and marveling how it could be hard and soft at the same time. She was actually beginning to enjoy sucking him off.

"Not bad, we might make a cock-sucker out of you yet," he quipped. She remembered to stroke up and down the shaft applying some pressure as she did so. After a few minutes she thought he might be ready to spurt, yes he was definitely enjoying it. The action of course making her libido go crazy, her clitty was already poking out of its hood, her juices flowing like a river. "Get up here sweetheart," he said as he motioned her to climb up. "Leave the dress on, I want to feel your pussy on me now," he ordered.

She climbed up and straddled his legs lifting her dress up so that it tented over them both. She reached under and grabbed his cock and aimed it at her hole. She was so well lubricated that she was able to sink down all the way with one stroke. "That feels so fine," he said. She had to agree, if there was one thing she had learned since yesterday, it was that she loved to fuck.

She started to slowly ride up and down on his cock, savoring the way it felt as it pistoned in and out of her, at her pace, she was in control, she was fucking him, not the other way around. She reached under her dress and started stroking her clit, the little nub already swollen and standing out. Yes this was the way it ought to be, me in charge, in command of my own pleasure, I'll take the pleasure from you in my own way.

Steve grabbed her hips and urged her to pick up the pace, feeling the velvety confines of her love chamber, the heat and wetness combining for an experience he wanted to last forever. He grabbed the straps from her dress and pulled them down revealing her white supple orbs. Hmmm, they look bigger, and they’re fucking perfect. I bet they'd win a wet t-shirt contest easily. He wanted to watch her strumming her clit and pulled the dress over her head marveling at the tight package, from her slim muscular frame up to her golden hair and beautiful face. Her blue eyes were closed as she rode up and down on his tool, obviously enjoying herself immensely.

She picked up the pace until she was slamming her pussy down onto his shaft then changed her tactics going from riding up and down hard, to a slow grind, changing as her desires directed her. She could tell she was bringing Steve close to his orgasm, she wanted hers too. "Pinch my nipples," she moaned as she changed her motion yet again and pulled her pussy almost all the way off his cock before slamming all the way down, her hips bucking up and down, her fingers a blur over her clit. Her pussy clamped down on his cock as her orgasm crashed down, her whole body tensing as she felt the pleasure wash over her.

Unable to hold out any longer, Steve emptied his seed into her cunt as his own orgasm hit him. She could feel the throbbing through her pussy walls and a slow smile spread across her face as she got what she wanted.

"Damn girl, you ride like a champ, I think you earned that joint," he said.

She climbed off his cock and lay back on the couch savoring the afterglow. While not yet comfortable sitting around naked, Olivia didn't have a choice as Steve wouldn't let her put the dress back on. She was just too hot for clothes and besides, clothing just gets in the way when it's time for fucking, according to Steve's thought process. She looked like a Goddess laying there on the couch with her after-fuck glow, her blond hair reaching down to her luscious tits, her legs slightly parted, her hand lightly rubbing her slit.

She was a dream and she liked to fuck, and she belonged to him. He passed the lit joint over and she inhaled deeply, coughing up the harsh smoke. He loved the way her tits jiggled when she coughed. By the time the joint was gone, Olivia knew she was stoned and time slowed to a crawl. Her strumming fingers playing her pussy like a fine musical instrument. Her body was ready for more. She crawled onto his lap and whispered, "Wanna fuck?"

"I need to get more weed if this is how you react to it," Steve said. With that, Olivia engulfed his cock with her mouth and stroked his cock to full hardness, she climbed aboard and her wet pussy swallowed him whole in one thrust. She loved the feel as it slithered in and out of her tight hole, the sensations were indescribable. "Oh yeah, hang on cowboy, I'm going to ride you all night," she said, not even believing it came from her own mouth. She rode him for what seemed like hours to her stoned brain, she knew she had come at least twice and was tiring out when she felt Steve's cock spurting in her hot pussy. "Oh that felt so nice," she purred as she slowly rode up and down his wilting cock.

"Got room for a second," she heard from behind her. Olivia shifted her gaze a saw a handsome guy standing right next to her, his hard cock already out and standing at full mast. "Liv, this is my friend Dan, I want you to fuck him like you just fucked me," Steve ordered. Her senses dulled by the pot and her hormones still going strong, she didn't really see any problem with that, so she slid off Steve's cock and rolled onto the couch with her legs spread wide.

Dan aimed his larger cock at her opening and slid into place. "Oooff," she grunted as the larger intruder opened her up. He started a strong fucking rhythm . "Oh you feel sooo good in me," she purred to the new visitor. Steve fired up another joint and passed it around, Olivia was getting more and more stoned. Time stood still, it seemed like she was fucking for hours. Her juicy pussy making sucking and squelching noises and she rode up and down over and over again. She went back and forth taking load after load into her pussy.

After a while she drifted off and found herself on her back with a cock sawing in and out of her pussy. "Ohhh, yessss, that feels so good, don't stop, don't ever stop," she purred.

She lost track of time altogether and when she woke up, found she was splayed out on the couch with cum leaking from her delicate flower. She looked around and saw seven or eight guys flaked out on various chairs and couches. One of the guys got up walked over and knelt in front of her spread legs, pulled her hips forward and in one motion sunk his full length into her reddened slit.

"Ohhh," she moaned as he began sawing in and out of her silken tube.

"Babe, your pussy feels so good, I just had to comeback for seconds, in fact I plan on fucking you at least four or five more times tonight," the unknown stranger informed her. Olivia was stunned, seconds? Who were these people and did they all fuck her when she was passed out she wondered? It didn't matter at the moment, his cock was stimulating an area inside her cunt that she hadn't known about. She reached down and rubbed her clit while the stranger sawed into her soul. "Uggghhhh, she moaned as she orgasmed around the stranger's phallus. “Yeah baby, all the girls cum on my cock, but you're the best I've ever had my dick in, so tight, so wet and you're so beautiful too.”

"I'm the best, really?" she asked.

"Hell yeah, like I said, I'm fucking you four five more times at least tonight."

"Who are you guys and has everyone here fucked me?" she asked.

"I'm Pete, we're all friends of Steve's. These guys are Brett, Phil, Mark, Deke, Billy, and Trent as he motioned to the various guys spread around the basement. You missed Eddy and Frank, they were here earlier and left.

"And they all fucked me?" she asked incredulously.

"Well, more like you fucked us, you should see the video, it's incredible, you're a real tigress. I've never seen anything like it before, you've gotta be the biggest slut in town!" Pete said. "Sorry I didn't mean that in a bad way," he said apologetically because of the surprised look on her face. "I meant it as a compliment. You abused us, wore most of us out, that's why the guys are so flaked out, well the booze and the pot too, but that's all gone now," he said. "Me, I got a cock that just goes and goes, kinda' like you, energizer bunny sorta. That's why I said I'm gonna fuck you the rest of the night."

He said I'm the biggest slut in town, she repeated in her head. She was initially horrified by the statement before she realized that she had fucked her neighbor, a room full of guys, and her teacher, since yesterday and apparently loved every second of it, well what she could remember anyway. Is that what a slut is she wondered? Someone who has sex with lots of guys and loves it? I guess by definition I am a slut, and apparently the biggest slut in town according this Pete guy she thought. I don't know who you are Pete the energizer bunny, but I sure like the way you're fucking my pussy. I guess I really am a slut she concluded. She really did enjoy every minute of it, it was just her mind that was having an issue dealing with it.

"Here get on top of me, I want you to ride me again like you did before," he requested. Olivia did as asked and speared herself onto his prick, she felt the big tool sliding sensually into her love canal. Her hips were rocking and rotating like they were on auto-pilot. Her overly sensitive clit fed endless stimulation to her hungry body. She could feel ever nerve firing as she rode the cock. On and on she went, riding as if she were possessed until she felt his cock swell inside her pussy. Pete was cumming and grabbed her hips in order to keep every last inch of his cock within her walls. Just the thought of this stranger cumming in her pussy set her off again. She had already taken on a mile of cock and wasn't even close to being done yet.

True to his word, Pete fucked her four more times with Olivia cumming six times on his talented prick. A few of the other guys jumped in between during their breaks to fill her up with more cock.

"What time is it?" she asked as Deke finished cumming in her pussy for the third time. "I don't know one or two in the morning," he replied. "Oh shit my mother is going to be home, I have to go!" she yelled as she jumped up and looked for her dress. She found it in a crumpled heap coated in sperm.

"What the hell happened to my dress," she asked?

"We were using it to wipe the cum from your pussy," someone replied. Not having the time to worry about it, she pulled it over her head and ran for the door. The slamming door woke Reed Johnson from his sleep and looked out the window in time to see a girl running across the lawn, her dress flying up around her waist. Hmmm, I don't think she was wearing any panties he thought.

~~ end of chapter 2 ~~