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 Chapter 5

   Olivia awoke to her cell phone ringing, she opened her eyes and looked
at the clock, it was only 6 am.  She felt refreshed despite only getting
four hours of sleep and despite having her strange dreams, she felt
refreshed and stuffed at the same time.  Pulling back the covers she
discovered the dildo still lodged between her legs, "Well that explains the
fuck dreams I had." She quickly extricated the phallus and grabbed her
phone.

   "Hi Liv, I just wanted to thank you for everything you did yesterday for
me," her friend Stacy offered.

   "Thank me, I was worried you'd be mad at me considering everything that
happened," Olivia replied.

   "Are you kidding, I have actual boobs starting to grow already, I have a
boyfriend that makes me orgasm like crazy, and he doesn't mind sharing me
with his friends, can you believe it?" she said excitedly.  "Your boobs
grew overnight?" she asked incredulously.

   "Well, not a lot, but they are definitely sprouting, and they are
really, really sensitive, heh, not so hard, you'll make too much noise,"
Olivia heard through the phone.

   "Stace, what did you say?" Olivia asked.

   "Noth- uhh-ing, ughh, I mean nothing, I just wanted to call you and tell
you the good news and ask what we're doing today?  Steve, ohh, said
something about a plan, ouch," Stacy added.

   "Stace, what's going on over there, is someone with you?" she asked.

   "Uhhh, I couldn't sleep and I was soo horny so I called Phil and he came
over," she replied.

   "Is he fucking you right now?" she asked.

   "He was up until a few minutes ago."

   "He's in your room, are your parents home?" Olivia asked.

   "I don't know, haven't checked, but we're being quiet and they respect
my privacy and they'd never just walk in my room," she replied.  "Stace, we
all heard you last night from outside, trust me you can't be quiet!  I
can't believe you called him in the middle of the night to come over to
your house to for sex." "What do you mean middle of the night?  He's been
here since before midnight, I couldn't help it, I was soooo horny, I needed
it.  I wore the poor guy out, he can't get it up anymore so he had to find
something else to fuck me with," Stacy added.

   "Something else, what are you talking about?" Olivia asked.

   "We had sex eight times in a row last night and now he's using my
hairbrush on me, he was done and I wasn't.  He jammed me a little hard
there a second ago, that's what all the grunting was about" she added.

   Her phone beeped in her ear, "hold on a sec, I got another call, be
right back,"

   She switched over and heard Steve say, "Hey beautiful, I sent you a
present, go check your e-mail and I'll see you later," then he hung up. 
Clicking back over, "Stace I gotta go check something, Steve said he sent
me an e-mail."

   "Me too, and it was awesome!" Stacy said.  "It's pictures of me fucking
Phil, and the other guys too, it looks so hot, you should see them," she
said.

   Olivia was blown away by her friend's attitude, she had always been
flirty and was obsessed with boys, and she had turned into a mega-slut
overnight and had no qualms about it.

   "Ok, I will, let me call you back in a bit, I just realized I forgot my
meds last night and I should probably take them right away," she said and
hung up.  Olivia had beat her mother out of bed, which was probably a good
thing since she smelled like a whore house blew up all over her, and she
still had semen stuck in her hair.

   She double dosed the "anti-inflammatory" and popped her other pill and
headed back to her room to check out Steve's e-mail.  It was a big one,
taking several minutes to download even with her high-speed connection.

   The header read "Olivia's Scrap Book", and as she opened it up, saw
dozens of photos and numerous video clips.  She breezed through it and
realized there were pictures of her with every guy she fucked yesterday,
the guys from the party at her house, the porn shop, the bums in the alley,
even a picture of her and Dr.  Sanders taken through the window!

   The sheer number of guys she fucked was staggering, she was blown away
by her sluttiness.  Her pussy practically gushed from the emotional
realization that she really was the Queen of the Sluts!  Olivia counted up
the pictures and arrived at the total, she had taken on sixty-eight cocks
yesterday!  She had fort-eight new cocks that fucked her pussy, nine new
cocks in her ass, four were blow jobs only, and seven were guys she had
fucked already.

   "Wow," she was so turned on she that she was practically ready to orgasm
just from the thought of all those cocks she had taken on.  "That must be
some kind of record," she thought.  "I'll have to ask Steve about that and
see what he thinks?" she thought.

   "First things first though, I need to get cleaned up," she thought.

   Olivia climbed into her bathtub and just let herself soak and relax, the
warm water caressing her supple skin.  She leisurely washed the remnants of
the dried semen from her skin, taking pleasure in the way the water
cascaded down her breasts.  She looked down and was impressed with the way
her newly developed tits defied gravity, standing up, her nipples pointing
at the ceiling.  She had forgotten to do her daily squeeze test when she
got up and gripped her globes finding it harder to get her small hands all
the way around each one.  "I wonder if there are any new bra's in that box
of stuff?" she thought.

   Olivia wrapped a towel around herself and returned to her bedroom and
opened her closet door and fished through the box.  There was an amazing
assortment of outfits, some of them matching, one for her and one for Stacy
she presumed.  Some of them were see-through, some were smooth and shiny,
others made up of what looked like just scraps of material.

   She found several bras that looked like she could wear them for daily
use.  She found mostly 32C's, a couple a D's and a bunch of A's that could
only be for Stacy.  Something caught her eye a she went through the box. 
It looked like one of those piercing guns that they used to pierce her
ears. "Why would they put that in there?" she wondered.  She also found a
pair of hand cuffs, some clips with a screw attachment, lengths of gold
chain that ended in these funny threaded bars, a riding crop and something
that looked like a whip.

   She tried on some of the bras and found that the 32C's fit very well,
her boobs filling the cups completely.  "Wow, I'm not just a C, but a full
C, any bigger and I'll have to try on one of those D cups!" she thought.

   The first bra was black and completely c-through, she liked the way her
nipples looked through the sheer material.  The second bra was red and had
little cut-outs for her nipples to poke through, "that would feel weird,"
she thought, her nipples constantly rubbing against whatever shirt she had
on.  "On second thought, that might be pretty stimulating!" she thought.

   The third bra she put on didn't look like anything special at all, just
a lacy white bra with a front closure but when she fastened the center
clasp together, she felt a strange sensation running across the front of
her boobs, like an electric current or something.  It immediately made her
nipples hard and sent little shocks all the way down to her pussy.  She
removed the bra and looked at the tag, it read "The Shocker." "The Shocker
provides stimulation to the wearer, caution, avoid immersing in water," she
read.

   She noticed thin wires running through the cups and ending up in a very
small battery pack along where her rib cage under her arms would be. 
"That's awesome she thought, I'll have to give that one a try!" she
thought. The next one was heavily padded and when she put it on, it pushed
her boobs up really high, practically pushing them up to her chin.

   She pulled out a few of the outfits and tried them on.  She really liked
the black shiny one.  The material if you could call it that, was like
shiny black plastic.  It was very smooth and very glossy.  It had matching
shiny black stockings that went up from her feet to her mid thigh.  They
were tight and hugged her like a second skin.  The bodice was cut like a
bustier and came down to a short skirt that really wasn't a skirt at all,
it flared out from her hips and came down parallel with her ass cheeks.  If
she bent over, even slightly, her ass would be completely on display.  It
came with panties made from the same shiny tight fitting material, only the
crotch was split down the middle with overlapping flaps.  When worn the
flaps overlapped each other giving the appearance of a completely intact
crotch.  But with a little tug, the flaps peeled back completely exposing
her genitalia from the top of the slit back to her asshole.  The bustier
was tight, pushing her boobs up over the top giving her amazing looking
cleavage.  The outfit made her feel super sexy as she strutted around her
room, her hormones never seemed to give her a break these days.  She peeled
off the garment and tried on the next one, it was a string bikini that was
more string than bikini.  It had three patches of material, one small
square that covered each nipple and one vertical patch that covered from
her pucker up to the top of her slit.

   She admired herself in the mirror realizing just how hot the skimpy
clothing made her look.  She tried on a few more outfits including a sexy
schoolgirl outfit complete with a very short plaid skirt and a midriff
white shirt.  It was tight and coupled with the black push-up bra, made her
tits look like they could fly out of her shirt at any moment.  She put a
very small g-string on, it's front panel narrow enough to split her outer
labia in two, giving her a very sexy camel toe appearance.

   She put her hair up in pig-tails to accent the look.  She glanced in the
mirror and said, "Fuck me I look hot." She could feel her juices flowing
and peeled off the g-string before her excretions soaked it thoroughly.

   She pulled out some of the toys and tried a few out.  She figured out
that one of the metal contraptions was actually a clamp that fit around her
erect nipple, the chain was attached to a hinge that tightened the clamp on
the nipple when the chain was pulled.  The other end of the chain ended in
an identical clamp.  She put it on and liked the pressure it put on her
nipples, it was increasing her arousal and she knew she was going to need
to take care of that really soon.  She tugged on the chain which pulled her
nipples outward, "ohhh, that feels nice," she thought as she tugged away at
the sensitive buds.

   She found a dildo with a funny attachment curving up from the base.  She
turned it on and found both the main body and the extension buzzed, she
rubbed it up against her slit and the stimulation was intense.

   She wanted to keep going but there were so many more toys to check out,
she was like a kid at Christmas.  Her eyes kept going back to the piercing
gun wondering what anyone would be piercing with that?  She knew girls her
age were getting their belly buttons pierced, and lips, noses, ears
obviously, and eyebrows.  But this was in a box with sex stuff, "would
girls actually get their sex bits pierced?" she wondered.

   The long gold chain that ended in those threaded posts intrigued her. 
I'll have to ask Steve about that too," she thought.  She found various
lotions and lubes, one said it would heat up with contact.  "I already have
one of those," she thought, "but I bet mine's better." Another claimed it
would provide hours of lubrication, "I have no problem in that department,"
she thought.  "Mine always seems to be leaking my own lube, or sperm
depending..."

   All the toys had her revved up and ready to go, she left the nipple
clamps on but cleared the rest of the toys off her bed and returned them to
the box and hid it in the back of her closet.  She grabbed her jar of cream
and the vibrating dildo and spread herself out on the bed for some "alone"
time.

   She dosed herself with the cream and rubbed it in with vibrator, then
jamming it in deep.  She discovered several important things that day;
firstly that the cream when pushed inside of her pussy really worked well,
much better than when it's only applied outside.

   Unknown to Olivia, the combination of Meth and X in the cream absorbed
much more readily into her inner tissues than her outer tissue.  Second,
that the extension on the vibrator perfectly reached her clit when it was
fully inserted, and it felt fucking amazing, and third, she figured out
what the chain on the nipple clamps was for, so she could yank on both
nipples simultaneously just by pulling on the chain, and the harder she
yanked, the harder they got pinched, and she loved it.

   One shuddering orgasm later and she was ready to start the day.  Her
mother was already dressed and ready for church when Olivia finally emerged
from her room.

   "Whatcha been doing in there so long kiddo?  I thought I was going to
have to send in the National Guard to find you," she said humorously.

   "I probably woulda fucked em all," she thought to herself as the meth
and X started to kick in, heightening her awareness and her arousal.

   "Eat your breakfast and go put your dress on, I ironed it for you," she
told her.

   "Dress?  What dress mom?" she asked.

   "The pretty white one with the scoop neck that I love so much," she
said. "It's hanging up in the laundry room, now hurry up," her mother said.

   Olivia hadn't really thought about what she would wear to church today,
she'd kinda had a lot on her plate over the last few days.  She loved the
dress her mother had picked out, it was pretty, light and very lady-like.
She felt very grown up when she wore it.  There was a problem though, she
would need to wear a bra under the dress, the light material would not
allow her to go bra-less, especially with the neckline on the dress, if she
bent over, her boobs would come flying out past the neckline.

   She tried the transparent black one because she liked it a lot, but
found you could easily see its outline through the dress.  Likewise, the
red one with the cut-out nipple holes would not be suitable.  The pushup
one would have shoved her tits right out the top of the dress so that one
was out.  That left only "The Shocker" to wear.

   "I really gotta get out and get some new bra's, maybe mom and I can go
after church and get some?" she wondered.  She put on The Shocker and it
immediately starting stimulating her breasts, her nipples quickly turning
into hard little pebbles.  It felt really good, the effects of the Meth and
X coursing through her body enhancing the stimulation the bra was having on
her breasts.  It felt wonderful, although she was a little unsure what she
would still feel that way one or two hours from now.

   She finished getting ready putting the nice dress on over her "Shocker"
bra, brushed her hair and put on a little make-up.  She remembered Steve
had told her no underwear and considered disobeying him, but a small part
of her like being ordered around and told what she had to do.

   "The egg, I forgot about the egg," she thought.  Olivia rummaged through
the box and found the package holding the egg and extracted the device. 
The smooth egg-shaped device had no switches or wires and she wondered how
it worked.  Reading the package it said "body heat activated," that should
be interesting.

   Olivia slid the egg up into her pussy, it was still moist from her
earlier orgasm and entered easily.  Nothing happened, but it gave her an
interesting "full" feeling, but found she had to keep her muscles tensed
slightly in order to keep it in place.

   Satisfied with how she looked, she stepped into a pair of flats, threw
her cell phone in a small purse and went to join her mother.

   The ride to church was fairly uneventful, but the presence of the egg in
Olivia's pussy and the constant stimulation from her bra had her hormones
working overtime.  Olivia tried her best to keep up with her mother's
casual banter but her constantly buzzing tits made her realize she would
need to take it off sooner than later.  Thinking of her buzzing bra, she
said, "Oh, mom, I haven't had a chance to go and get any new bra's yet, can
we go shopping after church and get some new ones?" she asked.

   "Sure honey, but we can't shop for too long, I have to go visit Aunt
Rose this afternoon before work, you should come with me!" she suggested.

   "Not a chance, she's so mean and grouchy, her house smells and so does
she."

   "When you get older, it can become physically difficult to bathe dear
and sometimes that happens, you should be nice to old people, you'll be one
someday.  Here we are," her mother said as she pulled into the parking lot.

   The two girls walked towards the entrance of the church and as they
walked her mother commented on how beautiful the landscaping was, "the
groundskeepers always keep this pace looking so nice, don't they?" Olivia
didn't hear her because the egg had suddenly come to life and the sensation
was overpowering, stopping her in her tracks.

   "Did you hear me dear?" her mother asked.

   "Huh, what did you say mom?" she asked.

   "I said Mr.  Mathews and his crew always do such a nice job with the
grounds.  Are you okay, you look flushed?" she asked.

   "I'm fine," she replied as she resumed walking, determined not to let
the egg take her by surprise again.  And surprised she was as she felt the
egg suddenly gear down to a very gently hum, barely even registering. 
"Ahhh, that's better," she mumbled.

   They found seats near the end of the pew and waited as the church
started filling up.  She would have loved to be at home with this
egg-shaped vibrator and stroke herself off, but she couldn't do that here,
or could she?  "Maybe I can sneak off to the bathroom and relieve myself?"
she thought.

   The double dose of hormone pills this morning were kicking in and with
the dose of Meth and X she still had in her system, and she was starting to
get in a bad way.

   "What I really need is a good fucking, oh why did I ask to go shopping
after?  If we went straight home, I could run over to Steve's and tell mom
I was going to Stacy's house.  He could fill that need, maybe even invite
some of the guys over if he isn't enough for me?" she thought.

   Her thoughts went back to yesterday and all the guys she took on, trying
to remember if she ever felt satisfied completely?  Her body wanted her to
keep going non-stop.

   "What would it take for her to feel fully satisfied?" she wondered.  "I
used to be able to masturbate and feel satisfied after that, well at least
for a little while anyway," she thought.  "My orgasms are bigger than ever
and even after I have one, I crave another immediately, I mean they're
spectacularly good so obviously that's why I want another one, no, not want
one, need one," she thought.

   The egg kicked back up and the stimulation just about doubled Olivia
over.  The egg and the bra were going to be the end of her, she had to get
some relief fast.  Her slit had been leaking ever since the egg came to
life crossing the parking lot, she was sure there must be a wet spot from
where her pussy was pressed up against the back of her dress.

   "Maybe she could go to the bathroom and stuff some paper towels up
against her slit to keep from making a mess of her dress?" she wondered.

   "Mom, I need to go to the bathroom, maybe get some air, I'm feeling a
little overheated," she said.

   "You still look a little flushed dear, do you feel ok?"

   "Yeah, I'm fine, just a little warm," she said as she got up and excused
herself and headed to the hallway leading to the bathrooms.

   The bathrooms were all the way around back by the kitchen and the
service area.  As she headed down the empty hallway, she saw one of the
Hispanic grounds crew leave the maintenance room.  He was headed to the
bathrooms that lay between them, he was carrying a magazine in his hand and
his coveralls were tenting out from below his belt.

   She immediately thought he had an erection and stared at what could only
be his cock sticking out.

   The gardener looked the beautiful blond pre-teen walking his way and saw
that she was staring at his midsection.  He glanced down and new why, he
had been rubbing his crotch staring at the girlie magazine he kept in the
maintenance room and was planning on relieving himself in the bathroom.

   Embarrassed that she had discovered his condition, he immediately did an
about-face and headed back to the vacant maintenance room.

   Olivia had plans on stroking herself off, but what she really wanted was
a good fucking and for that you needed a guy with a hard cock, and this
gardener was just what the doctor ordered.

   Olivia reached up under her dress and extracted the egg from her
dripping pussy and dropped it in her purse, the vibrations stopping as it
quickly cooled.

   She opened the door to the maintenance room and saw the man bent over a
small desk with his back to her.  She approached him and saw that he had
his cock out and was masturbating to a picture of a naked woman.

   "Hi, do you want some company?" she asked.

   Startled, the man attempted to push his erection back into his
coveralls.

   "Don't do that," she instructed.  "I want to see it," she said.  "I want
it," she added.

   Confused the man just looked at her.  Realizing that he may not speak
English, Olivia lifted the hem of her dress until she exposed her bare
crotch to the man.

   She moved over and sat on the edge of the desk lifting her dress and
spreading her legs, fully exposing her charms.  She ran her fingers through
her slit and showed her wet finger to the man.

   He wasted no time pulling his erect cock back out of his coveralls and
stepped between Olivia's spread legs.  He lined his cock head up with her
slit and rubbed it up and down liberally coating his member with her
secretions.  He pushed into her pussy and found it slid in easily.

   It wasn't a big cock, kinda small really, but she didn't care as it was
very firm and she just needed to get fucked.  He pumped in and out of her
tight wetness at a blazing pace, seemingly determined to get off as quickly
as possible.  Olivia's fingers never left her slit as she rubbed up and
down, her clit was engorged, fueled by her combination of hormones and
drugs still present in her system.  Her climax was quickly approaching as
the small dirty man pounded his small cock in and out of her burning hot
pussy.  She grabbed onto his hips with her hands and locked her legs around
his buttocks, locking him inside of her as her climax released.  Her
contracting pussy muscles were too much for the man as he spent his seed
into her warm tunnel.

   "Who's your friend Jose?" she heard.  Olivia looked up and saw four men
standing at the doorway watching her performance.  The question had come
from Mr.  Mathews, the head groundskeeper.  He was a retired pipe fitter
and looked after the grounds to keep himself busy.  He had three other men
with him, all of them staring at her as if she were a piece of meat.  "Why
if it isn't Ms.  Hastings, does your mommy know you're back here with a
cock in your puss?" he asked.

   "No sir," she answered as the man known as Jose, pulled his shriveling
cock from her dripping snatch.  She made no attempt to close her legs and
at no point did she ever stop rubbing her slit.

   "Who's next?" she asked, trying to control the situation as best she
could.

   Mr.  Mathews and the three men approached the young girl and looked at
each other.  "How old are you missy?" Mr.  Mathews asked.  "Old enough to
take on the four of you," she replied.

   "We'll see about that ," one of the men answered.  He was big and black
and made a gesture with his hands suggesting he was packing something huge.


   "Ms.  Hastings, let me introduce you to the boys, you've already met
Jose," Mr.  Mathews said.  "This is Sergio, Elliott, and Big Lou.  Sergio
works here full-time and Elliott and Big Lou are part of a work release
program." "So who's next?" she repeated as she stood and pulled her dress
off over her head.  She removed the bra that was partially responsible for
her being in the state she was in, her young breasts springing free and
looking enormous on her small frame.

   "Holy shit, look at that body," Elliott said stepping up his cock
already pulled out.  Olivia knelt down and took his semi-erect dick into
her mouth sucking it to the back of her throat.  Her nose was buried in his
pubes as she felt his cock coming to life.

   "She's deep-throating him," Big Lou said as he started fishing his own
cock out.

   Elliot pulled the young girl off his member and stood her up and bent
her over the edge of the table, her glorious ass facing out.  Her dancers
legs slightly parted revealing the excellent muscle structure.  Elliot
admired her taught muscular body, she was everyone's wet dream no matter
what your age he thought to himself.  He nudged his cock up against her
slit rubbing the wetness onto his shaft before pushing in.

   Despite just being fucked by Jose's dick, she was amazingly tight and
the heat he felt coming off her tube was remarkable.  "I'll have to make
some arrangements to have this young thing entertain my clients in the very
near future," he thought as he pounded into her love slot.

   He reached around and grabbed one of her big luscious tits with each
hand.  They felt so full, so firm, like they were fake, but there was no
way these were fake.  Still he wondered how a girl that looked this young
could have such as spectacular rack.

   "How old are you darling?" he asked as he continued his motions. 
"Uhhhh, uhhhh, uhhhnnn," she grunted as he assaulted her pussy, just the
way she needed.

   "Twelve," she replied.

   His fingers were pinching her nipples nice and rough which brought her
to her second orgasm in five minutes.  Elliott was dumbfounded, he had the
hottest looking girl had had ever fucked in his life orgasming on his cock
as she told him she was only twelve years old.  He almost felt guilty as he
spewed his seed into her sopping pussy.

   Sergio stepped up next because he didn't want to follow Big Lou, he
wanted to be able to feel her pussy walls around his cock and figured that
would be more difficult after Lour had plowed into her.

   Olivia was hoping the orgasms and the stream of cocks feeding her would
satiate her passion, but it only fueled her for more.  She came on Sergio's
cock as his cum splashed against her cervix.

   Mr.  Mathews was next and she was surprised that the old man could not
only get it up, but that he had a pretty nice looking cock.  He had her get
down on the floor and deep throat his cock.  Her nose tickled him when she
buried it in his pubes, her tongue working the underside of his tool while
her throat muscles massaged his cockhead.

   "Look me in the eyes when you suck my cock my dear," he directed.  Rub
your clitty too please," he instructed.  While she continued to suck on his
pole, he fondled her breasts paying particular attention to her hard
nipples.  He kept using is nails to pinch her nipples causing her a fair
amount of pain.  She didn't like it at first but grew accustomed to it.

   As his breathing grew more irregular, his pinching increased in both
intensity and frequency.  She gradually increased the pressure she was
applying to her clit, her motions and pressure automatically matching the
activity she felt at her breasts.

   She felt the cock in her throat begin to twitch and simultaneously felt
Mr.  Mathews clamped down on her nipples with the edge of his nail biting
into her tender flesh visciously.

   He yelled out, "Pinch your clit, hard!"

   And she did, the pain in both her tits and in her crotch was intense,
sending a jolt through her body that pushed her over the edge of a massive
orgasm she didn't even know was coming.  She shuddered and shook as the
climax washed over her, the cock in her throat still surging cum down into
her gullet, the nails still biting into her sensitive nipples, her own
finger nails clamped onto her swollen clitty.

   He pulled his spent cock from her mouth and looked down into her eyes,
hers never leaving his, as instructed.  "How was that dear?" he asked.

   "That was the most amazing orgasm I've ever had," she admitted.  "Kid,
you have a lot to learn when it comes to pleasure, call me when you want to
go be schooled on the subject," he added.

   With that Mr.  Mathews turned her over to Big Lou.  He wasn't called Big
Lou for nothing, he stood 6'5" and topped around 300 pounds.  He was
roughly three times her size and looked every bit of it.  He flopped down
onto a chair and guided her to climb onto his lap.

   Olivia grabbed onto his cock and marveled at its girth, it took both
hands to encircle the beast.

   "This might even be bigger than DeShawn's cock," she said aloud.  "So
I'm not your first brother, huh?" he inquired.

   "Nope, not my second either," she replied.

   "Maybe I should take you down to my neighborhood so you can get all the
black cock you can handle?" he said.

   "Sure, why not," was her only reply.

   Big Lou didn't doubt her answer as she stroked him to full hardness and
climbed up onto his cock.

   She felt the big tool split her pussy open as she squatted down on the
ebony phallus.  She wasted no time in sinking down as far as possible on
the big cock.  Her legs resting on his thighs, she used her strong legs to
piston up and down, her clitty rubbing against his big belly with every
thrust up and down.  She was going to cum again and it was going to be
another good one.

   She knew she was running out of time, the service was likely coming
close to the end and she needed to be done with her next cum and with this
cock before her mother came looking for her.  She jacked herself up and
down on 10 inch phallus with all her energy.  The lubrication from the two
previous loads of cum she accepted into her kitty along with her own
copious secretions allowing her to speed fuck the big tool.

   She felt the surge of semen against her cervix as he blasted her tube
with his seed, the knowledge that the Queen of the Sluts had serviced yet
another man sent her over the edge yet again.



   The guys all wanted her again so she gave them her cell number as she
hurried to put her dress back on.  The "Shocker" bra instantly stimulated
her breasts as she put the clasp together, keeping her arousal level going
strong.  She toweled off her pussy with a rag and headed back to her
mother.

   Olivia slid back into the pew feeling much better, the egg was gone and
she'd had five orgasms in less than an hour.

   "Are you feeling better honey?" her mother asked.  "You still look
flush."

   "I feel a world better, thanks mom," she replied.



   The service ended and Olivia and her mother headed for the parking lot.
She spotted Elliot and Big Lou trimming a bush, and they winked at her and
her mother.  Olivia smiled back and her mother noticed.

   "Honey don't smile at those guys, it's inappropriate for men that age to
be winking at a young girl like yourself, they might get the wrong idea if
you smile back at them," she lectured.

   "The wrong idea, what like what, I might fuck them again?" she asked
herself sarcastically.



   They drove to the mall and headed for Victoria's Secret where a nice
lady helped Olivia pick out several nice bra's.  Olivia wanted something
sexy but within reason so she wouldn't arouse suspicion with her mother. 
The sales lady fit her into some 32C's but warned her that they might not
fit much longer as she was already filling the C cups without much room to
spare.  Olivia's mother was shocked when she heard that her twelve year old
daughter, who had only started wearing a B cup a few short months ago, was
now filling a C cup with a D cup on the horizon.

   "Honey, I knew they were getting bigger but wow, that's really quite
large for your age!  I wonder if we should make an appointment with Dr. 
Sanders and see if there's anything wrong," she said.

   "He checked them out last week and said they were fine.  But if you
think I should go see him again, that's ok," she replied.  "I might need
more cream soon so I should keep my options open," she thought.

   She went into the change room to try on some new underwear and heard her
cell phone buzz.  She looked and saw she had four new text messages, one
from Stacy wondering what the "plan" was, there was one each from Elliott
and Big Lou asking her for a date, and one from Steve asking how church was
and if she was enjoying the egg.

   "The damn egg!  He'll probably check and make sure I've got it in when
we get home," she thought.  Might as well put it in now and get the engine
revved up for whatever Steve has planned for us," she thought.  She pulled
the egg from her purse and slipped it up into her pussy, pushing it deep
with two fingers.

   "We should get going honey, Aunt Rose is going to be expecting me soon,"
her mother called out through the change curtain.

   "Coming mother," she returned.  "Well, not cumming yet, but I suspect I
will be soon enough!" she thought.

   The ride home was an event, the egg coming to life shortly after they
pulled out of the parking lot.  Olivia was a basket case of overflowing
hormones as the "shocker bra" and the egg worked her up into a frenzy, made
worse by the fact that she couldn't do anything about it except sit there
and boil over, her unsuspecting mother unaware that her little girl was
ready to stuff just about any phallic shape into her twat just to get some
relief.

   The Red Bull can in the drink holder looked pretty like it would do the
trick according to Olivia's whacked out hormonal brain as she stared at it
wondering what that would feel like, stuffing a drink can into her box?

   "We're home dear," her mother said as they pulled into the driveway.

   "Finally," Olivia thought as she had already made plans that involved
her jar of cream, her new dildo and her closed bedroom door.

   "Hey Alfred, It's Steve, you got a minute?" he asked over the phone.

   "Yeah, sure.  The plan's still on for tonight?" Alfred asked.  "It is,
but I wanted to renegotiate our deal," he stated.

   "What the fuck dude, we had a deal, now you wanna change the fucker, you
don't wanna mess with me!" Alfred shouted into the phone.  "I know, it's
just that I think I sold my girls' services a little cheap, and I'll tell
you why," Steve countered.

   "I took blondie somewhere last night and made $8,000 in a few hours with
an invitation to bring her back anytime I like, and that was just for one
girl, imagine what I could make with both of them?  It kinda makes our deal
look a little meager don't you think?" Steve asked.

   "Tell you what, we'll keep the original deal and if I make enough off
them, I'll throw you a bone, AND I promise not to break your fucking legs
for trying to change a deal, how does that sound?" Alfred asked.

   "Sure Al, I didn't mean to offend, I just know what these girls are
capable of bringing in money-wise," he countered.

   "I hear ya, just remember a deal is a deal, if things go well, you'll
get your money and a bonus if I'm feeling gracious," and with that, Alfred
hung up.
   ~~ end of chapter 5 ~~