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 Chapter 6

   "Hiya Ms.  Hastings," Olivia heard someone call out, as she headed for
her bedroom.

   "Hi Stacy, your timing is perfect, we just walked in the door," she
heard her mother call out.

   "Olivia, Stacy is here!" her mother yelled out.

   "Got it mom," she replied as she found her friend waiting at the front
door.

   "That was fast, how'd you know we'd be home now?" she asked.

   "It was easy, I was next door waiting for you, and having a little fun,"
she said with a sly smile.

   "Next door, with Steve, you were next door, really?" she asked as they
walked into her bedroom and closed the door.

   "Well, yeah, I got tired of waiting to find out what the plan was for
today, plus Phil had to leave and I was horny all day and ran out of things
to fuck around my house so I came over here to see if Steve was available,"
Stacy replied as if that was the most natural thing in the world to do and
say.

   Olivia casually reached under her dress and began rubbing her clit as
she listened to the lurid tale.

   "Steve's not my favorite, but I didn't know how to get a hold of any of
the other guys and I was afraid to fuck any more of my neighbors for fear
my parents might find out," she said.

   Olivia's mouth dropped open at the substantial chunk of info her friend
just dropped in front of her.  "Wha, wha, what did you just say, wait,
explain this from the start, I want to hear every gory detail, tell me what
you've been up to since you left last night?" Olivia asked, shocked and
amazed she had an equal counterpart in her quest to slut-dom fame.  Her
fingers were really going to town now, the slutty events her friend were
laying out were fueling her own lust.

   "Well, like I told you, after I left here, I was still super horny and
when I got home, I masturbated like five times in a row.  I used up a lot
of that cream doing it too, by the way I love how it makes you feel all
tingly and sensitive, especially if you shove it into yourself!" she went
on.

   "Yeah, I found that out too," Olivia sighed as she reached for the jar
of cream.

   "Anyway, I needed something in me and I tried everything I could think
of to use as a dick and nothing felt right so that's when I tried calling
Phil to see if he wanted to come over," she said.

   "What did you try using as a dick?" Liv asked.

   "I tried a carrot, too narrow, a cucumber, that was pretty decent,
really, a cob of corn, that was a bit of a squeeze, had to shuck it first
of course."

   "Of course, naturally," Olivia mocked.

   "Let me see, a banana, a popsicle, that was fucking cold, but still
kinda fun, my curling iron, a candle, a broom stick, and then I tried my
hairbrush, you know, one of those ones with the gel handle, that was the
best thing I found, next to the real thing."

   Olivia could used the "real thing" right about now, the egg buzzing
helping her right along.

   "That's why after Phil couldn't get it up anymore, he switched to the
hairbrush because I'd already used it for like an hour waiting for him to
show up last night," she finished.

   "How did your parents not find out?" she asked.

   "Turns out they were out all night at some club and they left my Nanna
in charge and she's like 80 and she's half deaf and she was asleep when I
got home anyway so she had no idea I was up all night fucking," Stacy said.


   "Ok, what was that you were saying about your neighbor?" Olivia asked,
ready to pop.

   "Not neighbor, neighbors, with an "s", I had a little nap after Phil
left and when I woke up I was raring to go.  I couldn't stand waiting to
hear from you or Steve so after taking my meds, I felt rejuvenated and
ready for more, so I went outside looking for an opportunity, that's when I
saw my neighbor Rich outside washing his car.  I put on my shortest skirt
with no underwear of course, and my smallest bikini top and went over to
flirt with him.  I walked up to him as he was cleaning the tires and said,
"Hi".  I'm pretty sure he got a look at my slit because of the angle he was
looking from and the fact that he was staring in that direction not looking
away," Stacy went on.

   "It didn't take much from there to get him inside and naked on the
couch. He's a bachelor and probably horny and when a little hotty like me
offers herself up, he jumped at it, "it" being me," she giggled at herself.
He liked my new boobs, wanna see them?" she asked.

   "Sure," she said, right at the edge of her orgasm.  Stacy lifted up her
shirt revealing actual breasts, probably size A but definitely breasts.

   "Here let me help you," Stacy said as she shoved three fingers into her
friend's gash sending her overboard, her hips bucking against her hand.

   "Looked like you needed some help there," Stacy added and then continued
on, her finger still buried in her friend's pussy.

   "Thanks," she sighed.

   "Anyway, after I banged Rich, I went looking for more and walked down to
the playground down the street.  I saw a guy walking his dog and I flashed
him my pussy and he came over to talk to me," Stacy said.  "We went into
the porta-potty there and he banged me from behind, he even stuck his
finger in my ass when I was cumming, it felt awesome," she added.

   Still coming down from her orgasm, Olivia asked, "you had sex in a
porta-potty?"

   "Yeah, not too glamorous, but when you need it, you need it," she
offered.

   Olivia knew exactly what she meant, recalling her episode with the bums
in the alley, she had just finished off dozens of guys but still had a
thirst for cock, just like right now.

   "Anyway, Steve wanted me to give you this and to put it on, he said
we're going shopping before our big night out because we need a few more
items," Stacy said as she pulled her fingers from Olivia pussy and reached
down to grab a plastic shopping bag.

   Inside the bag were two identical outfits comprised of a very short
denim mini-skirt and a black lace shirt, there were no panties and she was
sure she that neither of them would be allowed to wear any anyways.

   A knock on her door and Olivia pulled down her dress and hid the plastic
bag.

   "I'm leaving now honey, is there anything you need before I leave?" her
mother asked.

   "Ms.  Hastings, can Olivia sleep over at my house tonight, our end of
school party kinda?" Stacy asked.

   "Yeah sure, lock the house before you leave and don't stay up to late,
and don't get into trouble," she said as she closed the door and left.

   The skirt only extended a few short inches below Olivia's crotch, if she
bent over, she'd show off all her charms for anyone to see.  The black lace
shirt was semi-transparent and very sexy.  It hugged her body like a glove
and it was obvious that she was not wearing a bra, and in the right light,
you would see the outlines of her small pink nipples.

   While lacking Olivia's curves, Stacy looked super sexy in the outfit. 
"The girl would probably look good, even dressed in a sack," Olivia
thought.

   "I don't know what Steve has planned for us, but I could use another
dose of cream just in case," Stacy suggested.

   "Good idea," Olivia replied reaching for the jar once again.  Stacy
lifted the short skirt and spread her labia, pushing a large glob into her
hole, trying her best to get it inside.

   "Here, try it this way," Olivia offered and proceeded to use the dildo
to jam the glob into her friend's hole.  Stacy sighed from the intrusion
and her head rolled back as the cream began to absorb in, the feelings
intensified as she worked to dildo in and out of her cleft.

   Stacy whimpered when her friend pulled the pleasurable device from her
hungry snatch.  Olivia repeated the procedure on her own kitty, liberally
applying cream to both the inner and outer tissues before lathering the
dildo and inserting it in her own pussy.  She worked it around until she
could feel the rush go to her head and her genitals catch on fire.

   "Steve said to bring the outfits you got last night with us when we come
over," Stacy said.  "Ok, they're in here," she said pulling out the box. 
Olivia showed her friend the outfits she had tried on and Stacy was
drooling at the prospect of wearing such slutty clothes.  She tried on a
few of the bras, excited that she could now fill an A-cup.

   The little slut enjoyed the "Shocker" best.  "Big surprise," Olivia
thought.  She showed her the nipple clamps, the hand cuffs, the various
dildos, and finally the piercing gun.

   What do you suppose that's for?" she asked Stacy.

   "I guess for piercing your nipples," she replied.

   "That would explain the chains with the screw in posts," she answered.

   "Show me," Stacy said.

   The girls played with some of the toys before realizing they needed to
get going.  The girls spent a few minutes caking on the slut make-up to
finish the look.

   Olivia took her evening pill, threw on her sandals and Stacy her flats,
and they headed next door to find Steve.

   "Look at you two treats, you look good enough to eat," Steve said as he
ushered them inside.  "We don't have a lot of time but I imagine you might
need a good fucking before we leave," Steve suggested.

   Steve pounded into her best friend from behind as Olivia watched,
rubbing her slit waiting for her turn.  Without cumming Steve pulled out of
Stacy and stepped over to where Olivia was waiting, her legs already spread
wide.  He sunk into her moist pussy, amazed at how hot her pussy always
felt, it was really something special.  Stacy felt divine, but Olivia was a
step above that.

   "I'm going to make a fortune with these two sluts," he thought as he
dumped his seed into her twat.  "Time to go," he stated.



   "Where are we going?" Stacy asked from the back seat.  Olivia looked
back and Stacy had her skirt, what little there was of it, hiked up around
her waist, her hands buried in her crotch.  Olivia was doing exactly the
same thing, only she had a little extra moisture to deal with as the last
of Steve's semen drained from her hole.  "I told you, we're going
shopping," he replied.  "You ruined the look of the outfits I put together
with those ugly ass shoes, that's our first stop," he added.

   True to his word, Steve pulled up to a shoe store, one the girls had
never been to before.  It wasn't a chain store like they were used to and
this wasn't near the mall, this wasn't an area they were familiar with, it
was kinda run down.  "Come on, let's go shopping, and be friendly if you
know what I mean."

   Steve walked his two sexy escorts into the store and the clerk just
about fell over himself rushing to come to help.

   "Hi, welcome, can I interest you in some footwear?" he asked, his eyes
glued to the front of Olivia's shirt.

   "Hi, my girls need some sexy shoes, can you help us out?" Steve asked.

   "Sh-Sure, what did you have in mind?" he asked.

   "High heels in a couple of colors and the stripper shoes, you know the
clear platform ones, think you can fill that bill?" Steve asked.

   "Same thing for both girls?" he asked.

   "Yep."

   "Do you girls know your sizes, or, maybe I should measure you both
first?" he stammered.

   The girls sat down next to each other and the clerk sat down on the
bench to measure them, starting with Olivia first.  He couldn't wait to
take a peak up her skirt and was rewarded with a nice beaver shot as Olivia
had no problems airing out her steamy pussy in front of the new possible
conquest, as gross as he was.  Stacy was being her normal flirty self and
was trying to out-duel her friend by spreading her knees beyond accidental,
trying to show off her own quim.

   The poor clerk had beads of sweat breaking out on his forehead as came
up with every excuse he could think of to keep looking up the girls'
skirts. He had them try on shoe after shoe, barely taking his eyes off
their beavers.

   Steve had the girls walk around in their high heels so he could see how
they looked in the outfits he had selected for them.  Stacy looked great,
but paled in comparison to the remarkable dancer's legs Olivia possessed as
she walked around in the high heels.  The heels accented the natural shape
and musculature in her calves making her look spectacular.

   "I think we're done here girls," Steve said, the look of disappointment
evident on the clerks face.

   "I'll go ring these up for you then," the clerk said.

   "Let's talk," Steve said throwing his arm around the clerk's should and
walking him over to the counter.

   The girls looked on as Steve bartered their pussies to the clerk in
exchange for their new shoes.

   "Those heels make you look so fucking hot," Stacy said.  "Your legs are
amazing," she added.

   "You look pretty damn good yourself," Olivia said.

   "I'm so horny right now, I'd fuck anything with a cock," Stacy said.

   "What do you mean by any "thing"?" she asked.

   "Exactly what I said, if it even looks like a cock, I'd fuck it," she
replied.

   "Oh good, I thought you meant like an animal or something," Olivia
answered.

   "Hmmm, never thought of that, but now that you mention it, that's a
whole other world to consider," Stacy replied.

   "You're scaring me now," she said laughing at her friend's sluttiness.

   "Come on girls, you have some merchandise to pay for," Steve announced
as the clerk locked the front door.

   Despite the fact that the clerk wasn't exactly a prize, he knew how to
fuck and pounded both of them well, starting with Stacy first.

   He only lasted about five minutes in her tight twat before dumping his
seed into her warm cave.

   "Sit in that chair with your legs up the air, I want my cum to stay in
you as long as possible," he instructed the freshly fucked Stacy.

   He wanted to save the best for last and Olivia Hastings was definitely
the best.  Kneeling on the floor, she deep-throated him to hardness,
feeling the veiny shaft swell through her efforts.  He pulled his turgid
member from her mouth and bent her over a nearby display table, sinking
into her steamy hole.  Ten minutes of hard thrusting and the young slut was
rewarded with another load of cum in her dreamy tunnel.

   "Can the girls eat the cream pies from each other?" the clerk asked.

   "Sure, just tell them what you want them to do," Steve answered.

   "You blondie, lay back with your head on this stool," he said pointing
to an inclined stool used for trying oh shoes.  "Keep your legs up in the
air like your friend did while I was fucking you, don't let my cum leak
out" he instructed.  "And you," he said, referring to Stacy, "stand over
her and let her eat the cum from your twat," he directed.

   Olivia watched as a stringer of cum slowly slipped out of her friends
vagina, she opened her mouth and let it slip in.  She repeated the
technique as two more globs slipped from the pussy just inches from her
mouth.  Olivia grabbed her friend's hips and pulled the inviting slit down
onto her waiting mouth.  Olivia feasted on the delicious combination of
pussy juice and semen before latching onto her friends' hidden clitty,
working her tongue around the little bud.  Stacy moaned as Olivia licked
her towards orgasm.  Stacy lifted up her shirt so she could pinch the super
sensitive nipples on her newly formed breasts.  The swellings were shaping
into some very cute baby feeders.  "Alright, that's enough, switch it up,
this is about you girls eating cum, not getting each other off," the clerk
instructed.

   Olivia wasted no time burying her soggy hole on her friend's face,
pulling her labia open and giving her friend a semen face wash.

   Olivia hadn't cum yet and really wanted to get off.  She reached down
and rubbed her clit while impaling her pussy on her friend's tongue.

   "That's enough, like the man said, you're eating cum, not getting off,
now finish up and let's get going," Steve barked.

   With cum shots freshly eaten from their twats, the girls strutted out of
the store in their new shoes.  Neither girl had cum yet and they were
primed and ready to go as they climbed into Steve's car.

   "So, did you like the scrap books I sent you girls this morning?" Steve
asked referring to the pictures and videos of the girls fucking.

   "That was awesome," Stacy said with enthusiasm from the back seat.  I
love the idea of a scrap book, I want to have a picture of every guy I ever
fuck so I can keep track of them all, because I plan on fucking a lot of
guys!" she added.  "I can't believe I've fucked 10 guys since yesterday!"
Stacy shouted.

   "Olivia, how many have you fucked since yesterday?" he asked.

   "Uhhh, well, since yesterday, that includes today right?" she asked.

   "Yep."

   "Well there was sixty-eight yesterday, and that guy there made seven
today, so seventy-five since yesterday," she concluded.  "Is that some kind
of record?" she asked.

   "I have no idea, but I'd love to see you try and break it," he
suggested.

   "By the way, who were the other six from today?" Stacy asked with a hint
of jealousy since she'd only had five today.

   "I was really horny at church and was heading to the bathroom to
masturbate when I saw this guy come out of the maintenance room with a
boner, he saw me and headed back into the room, so I followed him.  I was
just finishing up with him when the rest of the ground crew came in and
fucked me too, that made five, and if you add Steve and the store clerk,
that's seven," Olivia added.

   "I have some serious catching up to do, Steve, can you help a girl out?"
asked Stacy.

   "I'll do my best," he replied.

   The next stop was a clothing store.  "You girls need more everyday
slutty clothes and this is the place to get them," he stated.

   Steve ushered the girls in the door and within seconds, every pair of
male eyes were glued to the gorgeous pair.  Steve did all the picking as
the girls just carried the articles he picked out for them.  He grabbed
short skirts, micro miniskirts, short shorts, spandex shorts, several
string bikinis, tiny tops, see-through shirts, low cut shirts, midriff
shirts, skimpy halter tops, a few sexy strapless dresses and a number of
g-strings.

   Steve had the girls try on most of the articles right in the middle of
the store with a crowd surrounding the small group.  The onlookers were
ogling the beautiful bodies on display.  Steve watched the crowd grow as
the girls twirled around performing an impromptu sexy fashion show.  The
male employees were going crazy at the display, the females were split,
most watched with amusement, the others disgusted by the show.

   The male customers were jostling to get a better view when Steve
announced the show was over.  A loud groan rose up from the disappointed
crowd.  "Settle down, we can offer a private showing if you would like?" he
offered.  The number of nodding heads had Steve convinced he was going to
earn some serious cash tonight.

   Taking a cue from the previous night, Steve said, "we have some clothing
to pay for and we're a little short on funds, we're accepting donations in
exchange for a little "personal" time alone with the girls.  The highest
bidder gets first crack followed by the next bidder in line, etc...," he
said.  "Meet us out behind the store if you are interested," he finished.

   The girls dropped all the new clothing on the counter and followed Steve
out the door, along with the entire male staff and the majority of the male
customers, even a few of the women followed.

   The girls pulled off their shirts revealing what their tight lacy shirts
only outlined.  They left their skirts on because it looked really sexy
when matched with the black spike heels, as they welcomed their first
donors.

   The highest bidder paid Steve his $500 bid and selected Stacy over
Olivia, saying he liked her less developed "girly" figure better.

   He had Stacy lean over with her hands on the trunk lid of Steve's car,
as he lifted her skirt and sunk his tool, a few inches at a time, into her
smooth slit.  The second guy accepted his "consolation" prize and did the
same with Olivia.

   Steve stopped the action after he had pocketed nearly two thousand
dollars over the cost of the clothing.  Stacy was determined to make up for
lost ground over her "bustier" friend and fucked each "donor" with
enthusiasm trying to out-do her best friend, which she managed to do.

   "How many was that Steve?" Stacy asked.

   "Check for yourself," he said as he handed his cell phone over revealing
the pictures he had snapped.

   "I got fourteen!" she shouted with glee.  Olivia had eleven but she
wasn't as interested in how many she had, she was more interested in
satisfying her lust and she didn't care if it took one lover to do it, or
one hundred, just as long as she fulfilled her endless need for orgasms.

   "Now where are we off to?" Stacy asked.

   "We're going to Alfred's place of business," he replied.

   "What does he do and what do we have to do?" Olivia asked.  "Another
fashion show, of sorts, that's what the outfits you brought with you are
for," he replied.

   "Awesome, those outfits are soo hot!" Stacy answered.

   They pulled up to a non-descript brick building and pulled into the full
parking lot.  There was nothing outside to suggest what was on the inside,
but they were about to find out.

   Steve met Alfred at the back door and they ushered the girls inside.  It
was dimly lit and they could hear loud music blaring somewhere inside. 
Alfred walked the girls through several rooms before they ended up and a
room resembling a dressing room.  They saw various costumes hanging up and
a few girls in the act of changing their costumes.  They looked at the two
identically dressed girl and glared at them.  One of them, a brunette that
looked like she was in her mid twenties called out "ain't you girls a
little young to be working here?  How old are you girls anyway?" she asked

   "They're eighteen and shut the fuck up bitch, I ain't paying you to ask
fuckin' questions, I pay you to ride laps and show off yer shit, now get
the fuck out there and make me some fuckin monay!" he shouted at the woman.


   She quickly finished dressing and headed out the door at the other end
of the room, giving the girls one last evil eye.  "Never mind her, she just
old and dried up, you girls are her competition and that ain't even fair!"
Alfred said.

   "Here's what you girls is gonna do," he continued.  "Go out there on the
stage and dance a few songs, the first one you just dance around and act
all flirty."

   "You should be good at that Stace!" Olivia said.

   "The second song you take off your top and show them your g-string, you
do have a g-string?" he asked raising Olivia's skirt and seeing her bare
muff.

   "Uh, huh," she sighed as Alfred stroked her kitty.

   "Then the third song you take it all off and show off the goods, roll
around on the stage, show off your pussy's, you know get the guys wanting
more, then the business starts," he added.  "Once the guys see what you
have to offer, they'll either want a lap dance or they'll want to take you
into the VIP room, that's where the fun is," Alfred said.  "What's a lap
dance?" Olivia asked.

   "You'll see when you go out there, but I suspect that you'll spend most
of your time in the VIP room.  Lap dances on the floor are twenty bucks a
song and the guys aren't allowed to touch, in the VIP room, anything goes
for a price.  After you're done with one guy, go back out onto the floor
and walk around and flirt with the guys, that's how you'll get more
customers.  Every half-hour or hour, depending on how busy you are, you'll
go back on stage and show off again, any questions?" Alfred asked.

   Both girls looked at each other and realized they were about to become
professional strippers, Stacy was grinning from ear to ear.

   Alfred waited until the skanky ho on stage was before sending the girls
out with the outfits they wore in, complete with g-strings of course.  It
was the first time Olivia had worn anything even resembling underwear in
two or three days, she couldn't actually remember it had been so long.  It
felt strangely uncomfortable, not because the flimsy material went up her
ass cheeks, but because she had grown to enjoy the natural feeling of not
wearing any, and the easy access to her pussy when the situation demanded
it.  And the situation had demanded it an awful lot lately.

   They made it through the awkward stage of being watched by every pair of
eyes in the place and even managed to dance to the song with rhythm. 
Olivia's years of dance training automatically kicking in as she swung her
hips and twirled around, the short denim skirt flying up revealing her
perfect ass and amazing legs.

   Stacy held her own, although she wasn't the most coordinated girl in the
world.  The second song came on and the girls began to strip off their
shirts, a round of applause going up when Olivia's breasts popped free of
the tight shirt.  Stacy's pointy breasts looked slightly larger than what
they'd even been this morning.  Stacy looked like she was loving every
second of the attention she was receiving.

   Olivia couldn't argue because her pussy was practically dripping as she
looked out at the sea of men, all wanting her, and they could have her, the
Queen of the Sluts was open for business.

   The third song came on and Stacy couldn't wait to strip off her
remaining clothes, showing off her slit with her legs spread wide.  Olivia
didn't need to be quite as daring, she was just enjoying showing off the
sexy way she could move, using her dancing skills as she put on a show for
the men lusting for her.  The third song ended and the girls went off stage
not sure of what to do next.

   Alfred instructed the girls to put their outfits back on a go work the
floor.  Stacy had only made it to the first table before she was grabbed
and asked to go into the VIP lounge.  Olivia fared the same fate as she was
being escorted up the stairs to the VIP area.

   Stacy was asked to give a special lap dance to her gentleman and she
proceeded to climb up onto his lap and grind her pussy down onto his
crotch. The g-string she was wearing was quickly soaked through from her
secretions.  She played with the outline of his cock with her hands while
he fondled her little tits through the lacy material.

   "I really want to fuck you right now," she whispered in his ear as she
ground her pussy down onto his erect member.

   "You're one hot little number missy, I'm not sure that's worth the $300
it'll cost," he replied.

   Shocked that they would charge the man that much, and eager to get a
cock into her pussy, she whispered back "I'll make it worthwhile." She
grabbed his hand and shoved it under her skirt pressing it up against her
g-string covered pussy.  She pulled the flimsy material aside so he could
have full access to her charms.  He gently stroked up and down her puffy
slit marveling at its smoothness.

   "Nice shave job sweetheart, I don't feel any stubble at all," he
commented.

   She stopped grinding for a second and looked him in the eye, "I don't
shave, I'm only twelve, I don't have any hair yet down there."

   The guy just about shot his load right there, "you can't be serious?"

   "Sure am, are you gonna fuck me or what?" she asked again.

   "Hell yeah," he said as he started unbuckling his pants.

   Stacy helped him pull down his pants and his member needed no help and
she pulled the g-string to the side and slid down onto his pole.

   "Oh, my God that feels incredible," he sighed.  "I've never fucked a
twelve year old before," he repeated as she began to ride up and down on
his hard shaft.  "I'm going to tell all my friends downstairs your age and
I'm sure they're going to want to get a piece of you too!" he said.

   "My friend Olivia's twelve too," she cooed into his ear as she rode him
like a pony.

   "The hot blond with the big tits is twelve too!  Oh, wow, please tell me
this isn't your only engagement here?"

   "I hope not," she moaned as he drove her pussy down once again onto his
hard cock.  Her orgasm was fast approaching as she ground her clitty into
his pubes.

   "Can I play with your tits?" he asked.  Stacy had been waiting years
almost, waiting for someone to ask her to pay with her tits, because as of
two days ago, she didn't have any.  "Ahh, the wonders of modern medicine,"
she thought as the anonymous guy pinched her nipples sending her over the
edge.

   Olivia had equal success with her date, only she didn't have to convince
him to have sex with her, he wanted to plant his tool in her the second he
saw her dancing so sexily around the stage.  Her athletic grace and her
gorgeous looks would have sealed the deal, but the amazing tits and blond
pubic patch sent any hesitation scurrying away.

   He had to have her no matter what the cost, and it was worth every penny
as she rode up and down on his cock.  Her steamy pussy felt so hot, and she
was so wet that her pussy made a squelching sound every time she slammed
her pussy down on his cock.  He would remember this night forever.  He was
doing everything is his power not to cum too soon, he wanted the moment to
last.

   She grabbed his hands and put them on her breasts and whispered "pinch
my nipples, hard." And with that she came on his cock, her hips grinding
down as hard as she could, trying to get every last inch of his cock into
her insatiable pussy.  She spasmed repeatedly, her pussy muscled
contracting around his flesh pole as he thought of every non-erotic thing
he could think of to keep from cumming in her pussy just yet.

   Desperate not to cum, he reached under the gorgeous girl and grabbed his
nut sack and yanked hard, thus temporarily delaying his orgasm.  Olivia had
never seen anything like that before, she didn't understand, she thought
guys always wanted to cum in her pussy.  "They could always have seconds,"
she thought.

   Not appreciating that this was all about the money she set out to get
his cum this time with no delays.  She doubled her efforts and shoved her
tits in his face, urging him to suckle her nipples.  She whispered "cum in
my pussy, please?" and that's when the dam broke.  His seed came surging
out blasting her cervix firing shot after shot of ropy cum.  Olivia felt
the pulsation and she called out "bite my nipple!" as he clamped down on
the hard little bud.

   She had another orgasm instantly, it's induction caused by both the pain
in her nipple and the sensation of his cum firing into her precious pussy.
Only the Queen of the Sluts could cum just from being cummed into.

   "I just have to know one thing," he said as she climbed off his wilting
cock, her large tits still right in his face.

   "Uh, huh, what do you want to know?" she asked.

   "I mean I know you look young, and you couldn't possibly be in here if
you were underage, but how old are you?" he asked.

   "I'm twelve, but don't let the age fool you, I'm Queen of the Sluts,"
she announced.  With that, she walked away looking for her next conquest.

   The girls took a short break after their first hour working.  Olivia
returned to the dressing room to change outfits and slather on some of her
cream, and found Stacy and Alfred bent over the change table, his cock
slipping in and out of her gash.

   "Hi Liv, Alfred was just helping me get some of our cream inside my
kitty," Stacy grunted, as Alfred pushed deep into her pussy.

   "Here, try it yourself," she said passing the jar over.  Olivia scooped
out a large dollop of cream and began rubbing it into her slit, trying her
best to get it inside her pussy.

   "Here, let me help you with that," DeShawn said.

   "DeShawn, what are you doing here?" Olivia asked, delighted to see him
and his thick tool.

   "I work here as a bouncer and I saw you out on the floor and was hoping
I'd get a chance to see you," he said, slathering a fist full of cream onto
his cock.  Leaning the beautiful blond over the change table next to her
friend, he slipped into her pussy sliding all the way in.

   "Ooof," she grunted, as his thick meat missile split her open.  He began
a casual stroking motion sliding in and out of Olivia's snug and slippery
hole, in no hurry to get himself off, just enjoying the delicious feel of
her twat.  The cream was starting to kick in and both Stacy and Olivia were
euphoric and lightheaded, the sensations emanating from their pussy's
building as the spiked cream absorbed into their bodies.

   "Hey bro, you feel that?" DeShawn asked as his cock started tingling and
the effects of the drugs started kicking in.

   "Feel what, this tasty pussy riding my cock?" Alfred asked.

   "No, seriously, I rubbed that cream on my dick and it's tingling, my
whole body feels like I just took a hit of meth," DeShawn replied.

   "Try it yourself," he said.

   Alfred pulled out of Stacy's quim and slathered his tool with the cream
before slamming it back in.  A few minutes later he looked at his friend
and said, "Yeah, I think you're right.  Hey girls, how'd ya think of
spiking your pussy cream with crystal meth?" Alfred asked.

   "Huh, what are you talking about?  That's medicated cream my doctor
prescribed for me," Olivia stated.

   "Well, I dunno about prescribed, but it definitely has meth in it,"
DeShawn said.

   "What's meth?" Stacy asked.

   "It's something you can take to make yourself feel good," Alfred
answered.

   "Like drugs?" Olivia asked.

   "Well, yeah, I'm positive that what's in the cream," Alfred said.  "Do
you want to try some straight without the cream?" Alfred asked.

   Olivia looked at Stacy, a little unsure after finding out that the
ingredient in their cream that they loved so much, was an illegal drug.  It
felt so good and made sex amazing, her orgasms were wickedly strong when
she had just applied the cream.

   "Would it feel the same?" Olivia asked.

   "Better," DeShawn answered.

   "Really, let's try it!" Stacy said.

   "Ok," nodded Olivia.

   Alfred looked at DeShawn and grinned, he knew that once they got their
hands on this stuff, they'd want more, then they'd be hooked and he could
bypass Steve altogether and have them all to himself.

   "Be right back," he said and pulled his pud from Stacy's hot sleeve.

   "The ho's in my crib take this up the ass and they call it a *booty
blast*, you want it there or in your pussy?" he asked.  "You could snort it
or smoke it if you want too, it's up to you?" Alfred asked.

   "Definitely in my pussy," Stacy purred.  Olivia just nodded.

   Alfred used a drinking straw and filled up the end, the stuck the end in
Stacy's pussy and puffed the powder into her slit.  The meth hit her right
away and she felt like she had stuck her finger in an electrical socket,
her body was on fire she was ready to go.  Her hormones and horniness from
the drugs kicked her into overdrive.

   Alfred repeated the procedure on Olivia and watched her melt down like
her friend.  "No go on out there and make me some money," he said slapping
Olivia in the ass and ushering her out the door.

   The girls marched out into the sea of testosterone intent claiming the
men as their own, each trying to outdo the other, for their own reasons. 
Stacy was bound and determined to out-fuck her friend as she saw her
budding sexuality vs.  her friend as a contest and the contest was to fuck
as many guys as she possibly could, well at least more than her friend. 
Olivia was different, with her it was all about satiating her lust which
was boundless, she would fuck as many cocks as it took to get her closer to
her goal.

   The girls hit the floor in their school-girl outfits complete with very
short plaid skirts.  Neither had bothered to put their g-strings on after
Alfred had shot the white powder into the pussies, it just got in the way.

   The girls went on the hunt searching for prey.  Olivia found herself
sitting in the lap of a grey-haired man who was obsessed with her ripe
titties.  She glanced over and saw Stacy sitting in a group of young
college guys, one of them sawing his fingers in and out of her pussy.  The
grey-haired guy took Olivia to the VIP room and proceeded to fuck her in
the ass.  As Olivia returned downstairs she passed Stacy heading towards
the VIP room with four of the college guys in tow.

   "Hmmm, never thought about a group deal," Olivia thought.

   Several hours later and countless men later, the girls found themselves
being marched into the dressing room by Alfred.

   "Hey girls, I guess the word is out on you two, we got some important
VIP's coming in to see you," he said.  The girls weren't really paying much
attention to what he was saying, they were high and horny and only wanted
to keep up with their libidos.

   "Clean up your twats and make yourselves look good, the special VIP's
should be here any minute," he continued.

   The girls changed into the shiny black boustier outfit, with the tight
shiny leggings and donned a pair of black high heels each.  The shiny black
split-crotch underwear seemed more of a nuisance, but it completed the
outfit so they put them on.  The brushed their hair and fixed up their
makeup, Stacy was a makeup whizz and touched up Olivia's face giving her
movie star-quality looks.  The slutty looking outfit made her the perfect
wet dream.  Stacy was no slouch herself as she looked at her face in the
mirror, he medically enhanced bosom peaking out over the top of the
boustier.

   "Let's go girls, your guests are waiting," Alfred yelled out.

   The girls were led into a room they hadn't seem yet, it was very lush
and luxurious with soft couches and benched scattered around the room.  The
first thing they noticed were the number of guys and how large they all
appeared.  Some of them actually looked somewhat familiar.

   "Girls, I give you the starting offense for the New Orleans Saints
football team," Alfred announced as he ushered the girls in.

   "Fellas, your team manager has arranged for you to enjoy these two girls
for the next few hours, have fun."

   Alfred went in to check on the girls after the first hour and walked in
to a vision of Olivia being speared in both holes by two large offensive
linemen, she had nearly seven hundred pounds of man flesh pounding into her
holes.  She was moaning and groaning as sparks shot through her body from
the assault on her senses.  Her legs were wrapped as far as they could go
around the black stallion in front of her while a seemingly equally large
man pounded into her rectum.  Her large tits squashed between her body and
the massive chest she was clinging onto.

   She had lost count of how many of the men she had already fucked and how
many times she had cum, but the drugs Alfred had given her and her raging
hormones told her she wasn't anywhere near finished.  Olivia looked over
and saw her friend Stacy laying chest first on one of the padded benches,
her knees resting on the floor while a man who looked like Reggie Bush
pounded into her from behind.  Another man was feeding her his sausage in
her mouth and it looked like she was beginning to get the hang of deep
throating.



   It was shortly after 1 am when the team's manager came in and broke up
the party saying it was time for them to leave.  The girls had been at it
with the football players for more than two hours and they needed a break.

   Grab something to eat and clean yourselves up, you're due to go on stage
in 15 minutes Alfred informed them.

   "That was so awesome," Stacy commented as she stripped off what was left
of the shiny outfit, the leggings were coated in cum from the endless
stream coming from her pussy.  Olivia faired the same as a river of cum
flowed from both her pussy and her asshole.  The guys especially liked
fucking her ass, a couple of them even titty fucked her, coating her chest
with their fluid.

   Alfred had brought in some steaming hot towels for them to wipe
themselves down with, and the warmth felt awesome.  It reminded them of the
warmth they felt from the cream and from the white powder Alfred had blown
up their pussies, the effects of which were starting to wane.

   "Can we have some more of the meth Alfred?" Olivia asked.

   "If you girls agree to work for me, I'll keep you in all the meth you
need, and I got other stuff that you'll like even better," he said as he
broke out the baggy of powder.

   "Work for you, how?" Stacy asked.

   "Just like you're doing now, sometimes here, sometimes where I tell you
to go, I'd be like your personal manager," he said.

   Craving both the drug and the amazing sexual release she got from it,
Olivia would have given anything for a steady supply of it.

   "I'm in," She said.

   "Me too, Stacy said.  Not to be outdone by her friend.

   "Good, you want some more then?" he asked.

   "Yes!" said both girls simultaneously.

   Another blast up their twats and both girls were back, hard at work.

   Nearing closing time, Olivia wandered back down to the floor after
fucking her last guy, "how many was that now?" she wondered.  She strolled
around, seeing a few faces she recognized from the VIP lounge, ones that
had either fucked her or her friend Stacy, or some that had banged some of
the other skankier women, settling for them because she was too busy. 
Someone grabbed her wrist and said, "Hello darling, wanna keep me company?"


   In her high state, Olivia said "sure babe anything you want, anything."
Looking up she saw it was Mr.  Fletcher, her principal.

   "Oh, shit!" she thought, looking for somewhere to run to.  She attempted
to run, but he had a firm grasp on her arm.

   "Now where do you think you're going?" he asked as he guided her down
onto his lap.  "It seems we have a bit of a situation here don't we my
dear?" he stated more than asked.  "I would think it's a safe bet your
mother doesn't know you're here, isn't that right?" he asked as he rubbed
his hand up her supple thigh.

   "No sir," she replied, feeling the repulsive man's hand stroke up her
thigh aiming towards her crotch.

   "Well then, I think we have what they call a conundrum, do you know what
that means?" he asked, as his hand went further up her leg until it finally
rested up against her pussy.

   "No sir?" she repeated, feeling his hand begin to stroke along her slit.


   "Well what I mean is, do I call your mother and let her know her little
girl is working in a strip bar fucking guys in the back room, or do we come
to an agreement?" he asked as his fingers began probing into her girlhood.

   "Ohh, what agreement?" she asked as he sunk two fingers into her steamy
twat, the sensation eliciting the desire she had felt all night long.  She
hated herself for reacting to his touch, but her hormones and the drugs
easily defeated any attempts she could mount to resist the feeling.  She
moaned as he manipulated her clitty and stroked her vagina, marveling at
its smooth hairless pussy lips as he rubbed up and down.

   "Here's what's going to happen, I own your future, you'll do what I say
when I say it or I call your mother," he said as he pumped his fingers into
her cleft.  "I'm going to fuck you anytime I want, you'll be at my beckon
call, you'll be my little toy," he added as he felt a grip of steel close
around the back of his neck.

   "Aghhh," he cried out as Alfred clamped down in his neck with his
powerful fist.

   "Is there a problem here sweet thing?" he asked as he held the man's
life in his grasp.

   "He's my principal and he was threatening me," she said.

   "Let go of me, I'll call the cops, this girl is underaged!" he tried
screaming as he felt himself on the verge of blacking out from the death
grip he felt around his neck.

   "Now we don't want to do that, do we?" Alfred asked watching as the
man's eyes starting rolling back in his head.  Releasing his grip, the man
slowly returned back to a conscious state.

   "Here's what's going to happen, we'll work out a little compromise, and
understand this, I don't negotiate so you'll accept my deal or else I'll
have one of my boys break both your legs," Alfred stated.  "You seem to
think my girl here owes you something so here's what I'll do, you get to go
upstairs with her, but you pay full price, and after that, you don't bother
her ever again or my boys come pay you a visit, understand?" Alfred
offered.

   "I, I think that will be ok," he stammered.

   Olivia was repulsed that she had to service her disgusting principal. 
It wasn't that he smelled, or was ugly, she'd been with far worse over the
last few days and had enjoyed they sex they offered.  She recalled all the
orgasms she had experienced with the bums in the ally, their filthy cocks
stabbing into her sensitive loins, the desire she had felt for the faceless
cocks they stuffed into her, the orgasms she had as a result.

   No, this was different, he was repulsive in a creepy way, he leered at
all the girls in school and they all collectively hated him for it.  Maybe
that was it, because he wanted all the girls in the way she was about to be
with him.  Maybe because he didn't want just her, he wanted all the girls.
"Naw, don't try to rationalize it Liv, he's just creepy as hell," she
thought.  "He had a sinister edge to him, like he had girls chained up in
his basement type creepy, yeah that was it," she realized, he had an evil
edge to him.

   She had no choice though, Alfred had already closed the deal for his
cooperation to leave her alone, so she had to do this.  "He's just like any
guy I've been with tonight, and the previous nights," she thought, treat
him like that, as she eased his zipper down.

   "Lift your butt she said as his pants came down revealing his semi-erect
cock.  It was decent size she thought.  "Just focus on the dick," she
thought as she engulfed it in her mouth, using her tongue to play with it.

   It reacted immediately going from flaccid to hard very quickly, the pole
becoming larger than she expected.  It was a good eight inches long and
thinker than average, "if this was attached to anyone else, I'd really be
enjoying this," she thought as she sucked him off.  He stood and let her
take his member into her throat, enjoying the girl's abilities.

   "She really is something, I'll have to figure out some way to get my
claws into her without jumbo the pimp finding out," he thought.

   Olivia's expertise in the field of cock sucking was paying off as the
man's breathing was becoming irregular, his knees starting to shake.  He
reached down and grabbed onto her nipples as she continued sucking him off.
Her tongue was snaking around his shaft as his cock head passed repeatedly
into her throat, his orgasm impending.

   Olivia felt the cock swell as it fired straight down her throat, shot
after shot of her principal's seed, her nose pressed up against his pubes,
the curly hairs tickling her nose.

   "Keep it in there Olivia, I want you to suck me hard again so I can
stick it in your pussy," he said.  She felt his cock start to shrivel as
she toyed with his cock using her tongue.

   "It's hard to do much else with the entire thing lodged in your throat,"
she thought, as she felt a familiar sensation in her throat.  "He's pissing
down my throat!" she realized at the same time he clamped down on her
nipples with his fingers.  She spontaneously orgasmed and couldn't stop
herself from doing so.  She shuddered around the cock in her throat and
instinctively pinched her clitty to sustain the orgasm, a fact noticed by
her principal.

   "The girl orgasms from pain and humiliation, that's good to know," he
thought as he felt his cock coming back to life.  He waited until her she
stopped spasming to pull his hard cock from her mouth.  "Alright my dear,
on the couch on your back, legs in the air," he ordered.  Olivia complied
and spread her toned legs giving her pussy over to the man.  He pushed his
large cock into her steamy hole, amazed by its tightness and warmth.  It
was like heaven with a blond fur patch over it, as he pumped into her gash.


   He was going to do this right and make her beg for it, as he slowed his
pace down and let her feel every inch as it slowly extricated itself and
then slowly pushed back inside.  He teased her clit as her orgasm built
higher.  She was so close and knew she could go at any second when she felt
him pull out completely leaving her on the edge.  "Suck me again," he
ordered.  She took him back into her mouth as her hands instinctively went
to her crotch to try and get her needed release.  He knocked her hands
away, not allowing her to pleasure herself.

   He returned his cock to her pussy and slid in getting a satisfying moan
from the girl.  He rubbed her clitty as he stroked into her hungry tunnel
getting her closer again to her orgasm, only to be denied again.

   He continued the sexual torture several more times before he tired of
the game and the girl's whining for her release.  He stopped he rubbing of
her clit as his own orgasm swept over him and he dumped his seed into her
slit, at the same time pinching her clitty sending her over the edge.

   Olivia had needed that cum badly, the asshole had tortured her
repeatedly, keeping her from cumming until finally granting her the
desperately needed release.  Of course it had been a big one, they all
were, but this one was somehow tainted because of who had given it to her,
and the manner in which he controlled her getting it.

   Mr.  Fletcher had her clean his cock off with her mouth and then winked
at her and left.

   It was late, nearly three in the morning when Alfred kicked the last of
the customers out, Stacy was disappointed as she was still going strong and
wanted more.  She was happy when she found out the bouncers had last dibs
on the girls and she got a few more cocks before it was time to go.

   Steve had was tired of waiting to take the girls home.  He busted his
nut into Olivia because Stacy was busy riding DeShawn's tool, her slit
finally able to take his monster cock.  Alfred was happy, his VIP lounge
manager had given him the totals and the girls had made him a large chunk
of coin.

   "So, do you girls want the box scores?" he asked, seeing Stacy's eyes
light up.  "Stacy, you were one busy whore, you fucked 48 customers
tonight," he announced to her disappointment.  "Olivia, you had 41," he
commented.  It didn't bother Olivia how many guys she had been with, she
had cum dozens of times and that's what drove her.

   Stacy just wanted to out-fuck her friend, but she had cum a few dozen
times herself and she was about to have another one as she rode up and down
on DeShawn's cock, her hand rubbing her slit furiously.

   Olivia seeing her friend desperately trying to achieve orgasm, grabbed
her by the nipples and squeezed hard sending her friend over the edge,
watching as the girl with the new boobs shuddered through her orgasm.

   "That makes fifty-four including the bouncers she announced." Steve left
with his girls, each with a little baggy of meth, courtesy of Alfred. 
Alfred had considered Steve's request for more money and handed him an
envelope with cash in it.  Steve thought he would count it in the car as
they drove home.

   Olivia was in the passenger seat absently stroking her pussy, she never
seemed to tire of doing that these days.  Stacy was in the back with her
legs splayed open, two fingers jammed inside.

   "Hey Liv, how many did you fuck yesterday sixty-eight was it?" Stacy
asked.

   "Uh, yeah, that was the number," she replied.

   "By my calculation, the five from this morning, the guys from the
clothing store and the show clerk make fifteen, and the guys from the club
and the bouncers makes fifty-four, that's seventy-three, I beat your
record!" Stacy shouted.

   "You wanna add to that record?" Steve asked.

   "Sure thing, I'm ready to go!" she said as she stuck her finger into her
baggy of meth, coating it and then inserting it into her pussy.

   "Anything in particular?" he asked.

   "Nope, I'll take anything," she said.

   "Ok, there's an after-hours bar a few streets up, but it's a biker bar,
you interested?" he asked.

   "Yeah!" she shouted.

   Steve pulled up to the bar and they were surprised to see as many bikes
as there were still there.  Olivia opted to stay in the car as she stroked
her still fiery pussy, feeling uneasy about the place.

   Steve led Stacy in wearing the outfit she had left the house in, sans
panties of course and immediately every guy in the bar stopped and looked
at her.  Stacy walked up to one of the pool tables and grabbed the cue ball
from a large bald man who was about to shoot, "Hey handsome, you wanna
fuck?" she asked.

   Stacy was spread out on the pool table naked except for her high heels,
taking cock after cock and loving every second of it.  She had a constant
flow of guys between her legs as one cock after another split her open. 
She also had a steady stream of guys of guys sticking their cocks in her
mouth.  In the car, Olivia had tried the powder using the same method Stacy
had, coating her finger and then inserting it into her pussy.  The effect
was almost immediate, the rush going to her head, her senses heightened,
her body felt alive again, the tiredness of the long hours and all the
fucking gone.  She rubbed her pussy until she orgasmed in the passenger
seat.  She sighed as the waves of pleasure washed over her.  Her pussy felt
empty, she had enjoyed the stuffed feeling all night long and now here she
was alone in the car in God new where, and no one to fuck her.

   Olivia entered the bar and saw a huge crowd gathered in the back corner.
She saw Steve standing there watching with an amused look on his face.

   "What's so funny?" she asked him.

   Steve was a little startled to see Olivia standing there, but answered
"Stacy wanted more cock, and I think she's getting all she can handle now!"
he said.

   "There's two of them," someone shouted noticing a similar clad girl with
her ass cheeks hanging out.  Olivia was grabbed and thrown down onto an
adjacent table and her clothes quickly removed.  The first cock speared
into her flesh and she sighed as the familiar sensation brought a welcomed
smile to her face.

   Steve dragged the two girls out of the bar as the sun was coming up,
both girls had taken on the bikers several times over.  Both girls were
exhausted and need some rest.

   From the back seat Steve heard Stacy ask "how many was that?"
"Unbelievable," Steve thought, more than 12 hours straight fucking and all
she wants to know is how many?  Wow, I need to get this girl making me some
money before her uterus falls out!

   "Well, it was hard to tell, a lot of those guys looked alike but my best
guess is that there were between 30 and 40 of them," he said.

   "Wow, that's gotta be a new record!" she shouted from the back seat, her
twat still leaking cum from the horde of cocks she had just been stabbed
with.

   "What record?" he asked.  "There's porn stars that have taken on over a
hundred guys at a time so what you did ain't no record," he added.

   "Awwwww, I was hoping it was some kind of record or something," she
whined.  "All that work and no record," she cried.

   "Look if it makes you feel any better, at the rate you're going, you'll
have had sex with more partners that Wilt Chamberlain," Steve said.

   "Who's that?" Stacy asked.

   "He's a pro basketball player who claims to have had sex with more than
20,000 women in his career," he responded.

   "I want to beat his record," they heard come from the back seat as Stacy
drifted off to sleep.

   "Hey, you want to dump her in the alley and give the bums at shot at her
while she's out?" Steve asked.

   "You don't mean leave her there do you?" Olivia questioned.

   "No, just let them have a go with her and then we'll throw her back in
the car and then go home."

   "Yeah, let's do it" Olivia said with a mischievous grin on her face.

   Steve pulled up the same alley Olivia had been in the previous night and
stopped the car.  Olivia laid out the blanket and Steve carried the
sleeping Stacy from the car and rested her on the blanket.

   Steve pulled her skirt up to her waist and Olivia pulled up her shirt
revealing her proud boobies.  They really had grown, the used to be just a
set nipples, now they were A cups that seemed to be heading towards B's.

   Steve and Olivia returned to the car where he dropped her onto his cock
while they waited for the bums to find her.  Olivia welcomed the familiar
organ and began stroking up and down on it.

   "Hey Liv, Al gave me some good reefer, you wanna light one up?" he
asked.

   "You bet," she replied as she enjoyed the feel of his shaft as she rode
up and down.

   Steve had just finished rolling the joint when the first bum noticed the
half naked girl in the alley and went over to check her out.  He looked
around and saw Steve and Olivia watching.  They two yelled out "Fuck her
brains out, she wants it!" The homeless man wasted no time in dropping
between her legs and pulling out his cock.

   It looked like it hadn't been washed in years and Olivia was getting off
watching the filthy man stick his cock into her friend.

   Steve and Olivia were finishing off the joint when they saw more bums
showing up to get in line to fuck the hapless girl.  Olivia was turned on
by the display as the third bum was pulling his spent cock from Stacy's
well used hole.  She didn't know why but she wanted to jump out of the car
and yell "fuck my pussy, not hers!" But the feel of Steve's cock sawing
into her pussy felt too good for her to move, but still, the urge was
there.

   A few of the bums recognized Olivia from the previous night and called
her out.  She looked at Steve with a pleading look in her eye and he said
"fine go on, I know you need it."

   Olivia sprinted over to the crowd and ripped off her shirt and hiked up
her skirt.  The first guy to get his hands on her pushed his stinky,
funk-covered cock into her mouth and she loved it.  She washed the filth
from his tool relishing the bitter acrid taste knowing that she was taking
care of those who lusted for her, she felt it was her duty as the Queen of
the Sluts to please those that worshipped her.

   She felt hands on the back of her hips and felt a gritty cock enter her
love nest, her pussy washing the filth from the newcomer's cock.

   She was in heaven, it was her gift to her flock, to cleanse their bodies
with her own.  She took their filthy cocks into her wanton holes.  She
denied none of them, she used her mouth, pussy and ass to clean them and to
slake their lust.  She deep-throated cock after cock, even begging some of
them to piss down her throat.  She was rewarded with several golden
showers, and even a few of them pissed on her, she loved it.

   Steve was thoroughly disgusted by the act but still figured he'd fuck
her once he had her cleaned up.  The bums had begun to scatter as the sun
rose to full brightness.  The bums had chosen Olivia over the passed out
Stacy and had only used her when the lineup for Olivia had been too long to
wait.

   Steve had captured the moment for posterity with is camera phone, his
memory card almost full from the sheer number of guys the girls had fucked
throughout the evening and morning.  Steve picked up the cum coated Stacy
and threw her, still wrapped in the blanket, into the back seat.  Olivia
returned to the passenger seat, scooping the cum out of her pussy and
swallowing it down, her strange need to attend to her people still pushing
her actions.

   Steve figured it was a combination of the drugs, exhaustion and whatever
else her doctor had given her, because frankly her behavior although
fantastically sexy to even the most debauched individuals, went way beyond
anything normal.

   Steve made it home and carefully carried both girls down into the
basement, Olivia falling asleep shortly before they reached his house. 
Both girls were splayed out on the couch and fast asleep.  As tempting as
it would have been to sink his bone into both girls, he needed sleep too
and crashed on the couch next to them and drifted off to sleep.
   ~~ end of chapter 6 ~~