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Thursday morning after breakfast, Mama asked me to take the garbage out from the kitchen. That was Daddy's job, but being grounded and still on thin ice, I didn't complain.

As I pulled out a new white kitchen trash bag, I had an eureka moment.� It was the solution to the only problem I really had with meeting up with Jake later that afternoon and blowing him... how to keep my new jeans from getting soiled when I was kneeling behind the cafeteria dumpsters sucking him? When Mama wasn't looking, I slipped a new trash bag into my backpack.� Problem solved!

As Jake was in the sixth grade and I was in the fifth, our classrooms were in different sections of the school.� About the only time I ever saw him was when fifth and six grades had lunch at the same time. �Not that I ever looked for him or spoke to him or he spoke to me.� And for some reason I was miffed that he didn't acknowledge my existence when he happened to look my way.� You'd think...� Then again, I really didn't want him to talk to me, or else the nasty rumors about him and me might start up again.� Still, it irked me that he totally ignored me.

Once school was let out, my problem was to ditch Janie without hurting her feelings.� Fortunately as we left Mrs. Jones' classroom to go home, she told me that she couldn't walk home with me today because her mother was picking her up for a dentist appointment.� Yea!� Of course I couldn't let on that I was happy that I wasn't expected to walk home with her.� No, that wouldn't do.� Not at all.

With the telling my BFF goodbye, I went back inside the school and exited a rear door.� It was just a few steps from there to the dumpsters. Checking to make sure I wasn't being observed, I slipped in between the two dumpsters where I found Jake waiting for me.

"Well, look who it is," he greeted with a wolfish grin. "Come for another taste of my dick?"� With the preliminaries done, he started to unfasten his jeans.

"No, let me do that," I told him grabbing his hand.

"Sure thing, bitch," he replied as he moved his hand away and as soon as he did, I grabbed him by the balls.

"You be nice to me," I demanded.

"Okay!� Okay!" he said.� "Just let go, will ya?" I let go and began to just rub his crotch.�

"Yeah, that's better, girlfriend. But I'm not here to be felt up by you."

I stopped rubbing the big lump that had materialized in his jeans and set about unzipping and unbuttoning him.� A moment later, I had his jeans pulled down to his knees.� He wasn't wearing underwear today.

"Yeah, now get to sucking," he said once again reestablishing his dominance.�

"Just a minute," I told him annoyed that he was rushing me.� I pulled the trash bag out of my backpack� that I'd brought from home.

"What's that for?" he asked.

"I'm not kneeling in this filth," I said as I began spreading out the white plastic bag.

"Oh, yeah.� Good thinking, cunt.� You came prepared."

I started to kneel, but he stopped me.�

"Turn around." I turned.

"Nice ass you have, girlfriend," he said rubbing my butt.� "Even if you don't have any tits, you're pretty hot.

"Okay, you can suck my dick now."

I wanted to bite him.� That'd show him!�

He must have read my mind because he then said, "And don't even think about biting my dick, unless you want a busted lip."

Oooo, I hated him!� Still, I went to my knees and took his hard prong into my hand.� He really did have a beautiful dick and nice set of balls to go with it.� Not too big and with a very pleasing shape and color.� Too bad it was attached to this creep!

Concentrating on just his dick and shutting out everything else about him.� As I set about licking at the head of his cock, he pulled up his shirt tails to get a clear view of the proceedings.�

"Yeah, suck my fucking dick, bitch," he hissed.� I swallowed him, or rather I took as much dick into my mouth as he had to offer.� I was in heaven as I began bobbing my head, sliding his cock through my lips while my tongue danced over his wonderful organ, tasting and well as smelling his heady crotch aroma.�

"Yeah, you cock sucker cunt, suck my dick," he hissed while I blew him.�

I sucked for about five minutes, the whole time with him calling me a cock sucking slut, cunt and other disparaging names.� But I didn't care.� Besides I didn't know what cunt meant.� I was familiar with cock, dick, pecker, slut and pussy, but cunt I didn't know. I was only concentrating on the feel of his dick in my mouth and his nice set of balls in my hand.� He pushed me off. �He hadn't cum yet and I wanted him to cum. Cum in my mouth, shooting his nut juice across my tongue, just like I had daydreamed about all day today in class between watching the clock as it slowly, ever so slowly, counted down to this very moment.

As it bobbed before me, I lunged to take it back into my mouth to extract my reward for degrading myself with this creep, but he put his hand to my forehead and held me at bay.� After a minute or so, he let me suck him again.� We went through that three times; a few minutes of sucking, then a minute of him denying me.� Finally after the third time, I heard him curse and felt his wonderful manhood throb and felt, then tasted his essence as he pumped it into my sucking mouth.� And he shot a lot of it into my mouth. �It was wonderful!� Then all too soon, it was over.

Actually my knees were killing me by then, but that was of little matter to me while I was sucking his cock.� But now with his spent prick withdrawn from me, I had to deal with loathsome Jake and not his wonderful cock.

"Damn.� That was good, real good," he praised.� "You're probably the best cock sucker in this school.� Hell, maybe the best cock sucker in this whole fucking shitty little town!� Yeah, you and me, bitch... my dick and your mouth, they were meant for each other.

"Who'd ever thought?" he continued.� "Last week I didn't know who the fuck you were other than some flat chested baby bitch.� Then I hear that you were my girlfriend.� News to me, but everyone was talking about it. What me with some baby bitch with no tits?� No way! Then you sucked my dick, just like a girlfriend would.� Then after sucking my cock, everyone thought you weren't my girlfriend after all.� But here you are sucking my dick again.� Yeah, you're my cock sucking girlfriend, Bunny bitch.

"Know what else, cunt?� Know what else girlfriends do for their boyfriends?� They fuck, or rather the boyfriend fucks his girlfriend.� And you know what else?� You're my girlfriend now and you and me, we're gonna fuck."

"I'm a virgin," I told him in a whisper mortified at the position I had put myself into.

"No shit?� I get to pop your cherry?"

"No, no.� I've got to get home.� My mama is expecting me and I'm already in trouble with her."

"Caught you sucking dick, huh?"

"No.� But, I'm grounded and I need to get home."

"Grounded?� Ooooo, that sounds so bad," he mocked.� "Bad, bad Bunny," he laughed as he pulled up his jeans.� That was a relief as I was thinking for a moment that he was going to rape me right then and there in all that disgusting smelly muck.

"Why are you late?" my mother asked the moment I walked in the door.�

"I came right home," I told her.� "I just didn't walk fast.� You never said I had to walk home from school fast."

"Oh, go wash up and then come help me," she said shaking her head.�

I was grinning the whole way up to my bedroom and bath, knowing I had gotten away with it.

Friday was like every other Friday, except I had brought another trash bag in case Jake wanted to meet me after school for another blowjob.� But I never saw him, not even during lunch.� I supposed correctly that he had skipped school yet again.� He had quite the reputation for doing that.

Later that afternoon Uncle Joe came by to pick up his supper Mama had set aside for him.� I of course gave him a hug as soon as he walked in.� But I was soon dismissed.� "Bunny, I need to talk to your mother in private," he said. So I went up to my room, and found my book that I was still trying to get into.� I read maybe a page and a half before Mama called for me to come downstairs.

"Bunny, Uncle Joe has something to ask you," she said.

"Yes," my uncle began.� "I was telling Clare that I really needed a little help in cleaning up my place.� And I asked her if you could come by tomorrow morning and help me.� I'll pay you.� Twenty bucks for four hours."

I looked to my mom, not believing she would let me out of the house while still grounded until Monday morning. "It's up to you, dear," she said magnanimously.

"Oh, Mama, you're the best!" I squealed as I gave her a big hug.

As I hugged into her pillowy bosoms I felt her turn her head and say to Uncle Joe, "I guess you can take that as a yes, Joe."

I was so excited!� Four hours with Uncle Joe!

Next morning after making my way to my uncle's house, my enthusiasm waned. �He really did want me to clean his house!� Gawd, what did he think I was?

"I need the entire house vacuumed," he began. "The kitchen mopped. Everything needs to be put away somewhere where I can find it again. I'll strip the bed, but that can wait until last and I'll do all the dishes.� Finally I need my bathroom cleaned.� It's getting rather disgusting!"

Organizing everything in my head, I asked without enthusiasm, "Okay, where's your vacuum cleaner?"

"In the laundry room," he replied.

This wasn't going to be much fun after all.

I pulled out the vacuum and immediately I had to change the bag.� With that dirty task down, I wheeled it into his bedroom.� But first I had to pick up the clothes strewn about on the floor. I couldn't tell what was clean and what was dirty, so I hauled them all off to the laundry room and started the first load.

Returning to his bedroom, I plugged in the vacuum and turned it on.

"Turn that off," he told me right away.

"This is what needs to be done first," I told him.

"Okay, but you're not properly dressed."

"I have on my most raggedy jeans and a shirt that I wouldn't be caught dead in out on the street," I replied.

"Yes, but I want you to wear this," he said holding up a paper bag.�

He then reached in and pulled out this soft pink, frilly, nearly transparent baby-doll top that closed with a single tie at the neck.� Holding it for my inspection, he asked, "What do you think?"

"It's so cute!" I exclaimed excitedly.� Mama had stuff like this, but I'd never seen her wear it, though I'm sure Daddy did.

Then he pulled out a pair of nearly transparent matching panties.� "Here put these on," he told me as he sat on his messy bed.� I had no problem with Uncle Joe seeing me naked, so I was out of my grungy clothes and slipped into the risqu� lingerie.�

I spun around, the baby-doll top flaring out and declared, "I feel almost naked!"

"That's the whole point.� You are almost naked, but not quite fully naked," he said giving me approving looks.

"Oh! And there's one other thing."� He pulled another bag from under the bed.� Opening it he pulled out a pair of dark red high heels.

"You're a size 8, aren't you?"

"Yes!"� So that's why he asked me the other day about what size shoes I wore.�

"Put them on."� I did.�

Oh, my god!� How are you supposed to walk in these things? I was wobbling about and he tells me that I would get used to them.� How would he know?

"Now we can't play until we're finished," he then declared. "So, let's get cracking!"

I turned the vacuum back on and got after it, nearly turning an ankle every few minutes and nearly falling on the floor.� "I can't wear these shoes!" I whined.� "But they're so cute!"� I tried for a few more minutes and when I did actually fall on my ass, Uncle Joe told me that I'd better take them off before I sprained my ankle.� With the shoes back in their bag, it was a lot easier to push the vacuum around.� Soon that task was done and I turned my attention to mopping the kitchen floor before tackling the bathroom.� And as I worked, Uncle Joe was always near, doing his share of cleaning up while watching me.

He was right about the bathroom being disgusting. There were a lot of stray hairs on the floor, especially around the toilet, curly springy hairs for the most part, but straighter hairs also, along with dust bunnies and a few dead bugs. There was a grey ring around the tub and another rust colored ring in the toilet bowl. I mopped the floor first as it was yucky and I didn't want to be walking around barefoot in it.� Then I cleaned the sink as it was just dirty, not filthy. As I was leaning over the tub to scrub it, Uncle Joe suggested that I take off the top so I didn't mess� it up.�

With the tub clean and white again, I tackled the toilet.� He had some scouring powder for me to use to scrub out the nasty stain, but I had to be on my hands and knees to do it.� I was almost finished when he started running his bare foot between my legs and molesting my pussy with it.�

"Will you stop?" I told him.

"Take off your panties," he replied. "Go on, take them off."�

So I took them off.� Now I was totally naked as I tried to finish cleaning the toilet, and the entire time he was rubbing my pussy with his foot.� Well, not the entire time.� He stopped doing that to me and got down behind me and ran his fingers through my gash.� Well, I figured the toilet was clean enough and stopped scrubbing and just enjoyed the feel of his fingers.

I don't know why, but suddenly I remembered what Jake had called me two days before.� He called me a cunt.

"Uncle Joe," I began while twisting around to look at him.� For some reason I was surprised he was naked. "What's a cunt?"

For an instant he looked a bit surprised before answering, "Cunt?� That's a slang word for pussy.� Or it might refer to the whole girl."

"Am I a cunt?"

He laughed, "Yeah, you're a cunt, Bunny.� A cute, beautiful cunt and you have a very pretty cunt for me play with.�

"Now enough of this.� How about if you and me got comfortable in my bed?"

"What are you suggesting?� What kind of girl do you think I am?"

"What kind of girl?� You're a cunt," he laughed, "and as for suggesting anything, I'm not suggesting anything.� I'm telling you, go get my bed.� Then you can suck my dick.� Okay?"

"Will you lick my... cunt?"

"You bet you little whore."

"What's a whore?" I knew, but I wanted him to tell me.

"That's a girl who accepts money to have sex with some guy.� Or a just girl who really likes to have sex with guys.� You like to have sex with me, so you're a whore."

"I'm a whore and a cunt?"

"Yeah, baby.� A cunt whore.� Now get your ass in my bed!"

He didn't let me suck him right away, instead he spent time kissing me all over, my lips, my ears, my neck and my nipples.� Jake was right, I didn't have any tits, but I did have nice puffy nipples that stood out from my chest.� I loved it when Uncle Joe kissed and sucked on my nipples until they were twice the size they were before he began.� He then kissed down to my navel, licked at it and then kissed lower and lower until he was licking along my gash.� Soon he was licking into my gash and then tonguing into my pussy hole.

He moved around and draped my legs over his shoulders.� With his thumbs, he opened my pussy up.

"Damn, you still haven't found a boy to pop your cherry?"

"Uncle Joe!"

"Don't Uncle Joe me.� You've been teasing me long enough, girl.� One of these days you and me, we're gonna fuck.� But I'm not going to be the first to do you.� Find yourself a nice boy, or even a not so nice boy who will do you."

"Why won't you do it first?" I asked.

"Simple.� I love you.� I don't want to do it and then you get all upset and wind up hating me."

"I'll never hate you," I defended.

"You will if I make you into a slut.� When I fuck you, Bunny, I want you to want me to fuck you.� Then I want you to fuck again and again.� That won't happen if I fuck you and you get all weepy and shit about it."

"I wouldn't do that."

"You're a girl.� Girls change their minds all the time and then blame the guy.� I want you to want it.� Not because you've never done it, but because you have and like doing it.

"I'm happy to let some other guy make you into a slut.� Then we can fuck and you can hate that other guy, and not me."

I didn't get it and began to cry.

"See what I mean?� Shit!"� He let my legs flop down, crawled up, over me and lowered his dick to my mouth.� He rubbed it across my lips a few times and I stopped crying and started sucking.

I sucked him a few minutes before he pulled off and lay beside me.� Then he pulled me on top of him and sat me down on his cock.� Oooo, I liked this.� Liked it a lot and began sliding my pussy along the length of his cock like Mr. Jesse had shown me.� Within a few slides back and forth, his cock had slotted into my gash.� He had his bottle of lube within easy reach and dribbled some onto his dick making it that much easier to slide and as I slid, I rotated my hips just so and rubbed my clit on the head of his cock. I was in heaven.� If fucking for real was anything like this, I wanted to do it.

As always, I didn't want to quit when it was time for me to go home to Mama.� Still, I had a lot of fun and was filled with a warm glow and felt totally worn out.� We changed the sheets and made the bed before bathing together in his nice clean tub. Then he took me home.

On the way home, I thought about what Jake had suggested, that we go to his house and fuck.� I couldn't imagine getting naked with the creep, but yeah, that should do it.� I'd let him do me and then Uncle Joe could do me and not get so uptight about it.� Of course if anyone at school ever found out, my name would be mud. Still, if that's what it took to get Uncle Joe to put his cock inside me, then I was determined to do it. I could always deny that I did it with Jake and everyone would believe me because Jake was so disgusting.

Once I got home and twenty dollars richer, I was stuck helping Mama clean our house and had to do it for free.� Meanwhile Uncle Joe was off doing whatever he wanted to do while I was turned into my mama's slave.�

Come Monday morning, I knew what I was going to do.� I was determined to have loathsome Jake Botham stick his wonderful dick in my pussy and make me a woman. I didn't like Jake, but I did like his dick.� It never occurred to me that maybe I could get some other guy to do it, some cute decent guy.� Besides I didn't know any other guys who would do it.