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   Kristina's Dilemma

   by sourdough

   ------ Synopsis: How does a pretty teenager protect her little sister
from a fate worse than death?  She takes her place, of course.
Codes: mf ff teen non-con coer oral preg

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   Chapter 1

   Kristina Bailey sat on the picnic blanket and surveyed the scene in the
park.  It was perfect weather for a day at the park.  Even from her
secluded position she could see most of what was going on.  On the other
hand people could walk within a few feet of Kristina and not realize she
was there.  That suited Kristina just fine.  She liked being alone.  Well,
she wasn't really alone.  Kristina was with her sister, Becky.  Becky was
walking out by the park's small lake.

   Kristina was 17 years old and Becky was twelve.  They hadn't lived in
this town for very long.  Their parents had been killed in an auto accident
in Los Angeles and they'd moved in with an aunt and two cousins hundreds of
miles to the north in California's gold country.  Kristina's thoughts
returned from the past.  She looked up and saw Becky talking with a man. 
Becky knew better than to talk to strangers, thought Kristina.  I'll have
to talk to her about that.  Kristina braced herself to race to Becky's
rescue if the stranger tried to grab her.

   Kristina saw Becky point in her direction.  The man looked and waved. 
Kristina automatically waved back even though she didn't know who she was
waving to and he couldn't see her waving anyway.  She wished she'd brought
her glasses.

   Well, perhaps he was someone they knew.  Kristina's anxiety level went
down a bit when Becky turned and walked away from the stranger.  The
unknown man, however, started walking toward Kristina.  Well, I'll soon
find out who he is, thought Kristina.

   Kristina's anxiety turned to mild annoyance when she saw who it was. 
The man or boy rather, was Rick Peters.  He was a fellow student at the
high school Kristina attended.  He was one of the boys who tried to hit on
her but she wasn't interested.  Rick was the most persistent of them all
and so Kristina had a particular dislike for him.

   "Hi, Kristina.  Fancy meeting you here."

   "Hello, Rick." Maybe if I just ignore him, thought Kristina.

   "Would you like to get together tonight?  There's a dance at school."

   "No thanks, Rick.  I'm busy."

   "No, you're not.  Your sister told me."

   "Look, Rick.  I'm just not interested in going out with you.  Now I'd
like to be left alone if you don't mind."

   "No, I don't mind.  May I at least show you something?"

   "What's that?"

   Rick fell to his knees beside Kristina.  In a flash, he was displaying
his erect prick just inches from her.  She was so shocked that Kristina
didn't realize that Rick had grabbed her wrist.  Kristina didn't react
until she felt the warm smooth head of his prick.  She tried to yank her
hand away but he was too strong.

   "Let go of me this instant!" she demanded.

   "Whoa!  No way!  If I let go, you'll let go.  I'm having too much fun"

   "Have fun with this." Kristina swung on him with her free hand but Rick
blocked it easily.

   "I can play rough, too." He slapped Kristina in the face.  It wasn't a
hard slap but it was enough to cow the young teenager.

   "I'll scream if you don't let go of me," Kristina whimpered.

   "You know, I believe you." He let go suddenly.  Kristina was surprised
at being released so quickly.  She was also relieved that she didn't have
to fight and threaten so hard.  Her fear quickly turned to anger.

   "If you ever touch me again I'll call the police and have you thrown
into jail."

   "Fine, I'll get someone else to do it.  I bet your sister will
cooperate."

   "What?"

   "I said I bet-"

   "You wouldn't dare!"

   "Sure I'd dare.  It'd be easy.  She sure is a lot friendlier than you."

   "I won't let you!"

   "Try and stop me, Kristina.  You can't keep a watch on her all the
time."

   "Don't you have any decency?"

   Rick appeared to think about it.  "No.  No, I guess not.  See you
around"

   Kristina felt desperate.  She had to protect Becky at all costs.

   "Wait!" she shouted, grabbing his sleeve.  "What do I have to do-for you
to leave Becky alone, I mean."

   "You can be my girl."

   "Your girl?"

   "Yeah.  Haven't you been anyone's girl before?"

   "N-no." The closest Kristina had come to being anyone's girl was time
she received a chaste kiss from a boy in the sixth grade.

   "Well, shall I teach you or shall I teach Becky?"

   "Teach me, darn you!"

   "Hey!  No need to get nasty.  Well, first we can finish what we
started."

   Kristina looked at Rick's crotch.  His prick was still sticking out
stiff and proud.  There would be no pleading or trying to reason with Rick.
Kristina reached out and touched the head of his prick.  She hesitated a
bit and then gripped its shaft and began a slow back and forth motion.

   "Now you have the idea," said Rick.  "Good girl."

   Kristina blushed in humiliation.  She told herself she was doing this to
protect Becky but Kristina also realized she was curious about the male sex
and she was now satisfying that curiosity.  She felt very vulnerable and
very feminine.  Governments could enact all the laws they wanted regarding
equality of the sexes.  In the real world natural law took precedence.  It
demanded that the male should dominate the female and force her to submit.

   Rick was enjoying himself and now he wanted more.  He pulled Kristina to
her knees and gave her a deep kiss.  She released Rick's prick and hugged
him to her.  The worst is over, thought Kristina.  Too late, Kristina
realized she was being maneuvered onto her back.  Before she could think to
struggle, Kristina was flat on the ground.  Rick had wedged himself between
her legs and the hem of her dress was up to her waist, exposing her
panties.

   "No!  I'm a virgin!" Kristina struggled to keep her panties on while
Rick was yanking them down.

   "Great!  I love poppin' cherries."

   The short struggle tired Kristina out.  Rick had her panties off.  He
pushed her shapely legs back so that her knees touched her tits.  Rick
didn't waste any time.  He brought his prick up to Kristina's cunt.  She
could feel his prick nudging at her vulva, seeking entrance into her
vagina. Kristina could feel herself getting wet for him.  God!  She was
actually making it easier for this beast to rape her.  The pretty teenager
thought about screaming but the risk of humiliation from being found like
this forced her into silence.

   She felt Rick's erection work his prick inside her until it rested
against her hymen.  Rick gathered strength and then thrust his prick the
rest of the way in.  Kristina thought she would die of pain and humiliation
when her hymen tore.  But the pain was fleeting and the humiliation was
invariably non-lethal despite the cliché.  Tears started from Kristina's
eyes.  Rick looked down at Kristina and moved to kiss her.  When Kristina
saw what Rick intended she moved her head in an attempt to avoid his lips.
Rick smiled.

   "We've got to speed it up.  Your sister might be back any time." He
casually checked his watch.

   "Finish it then!" Kristina was angry but a new wave of fear rolled over
her.  It wouldn't do to be seen like this by her sister.

   "Oh, I can't do that.  There are certain rituals to observe.  You have
to wrap your arms and legs around me, kiss me passionately, tell me that
you love me and then you have to say, 'Fuck me, Rick.  Please, fuck me.'
And it all has to sound like you mean it.  If not, we have start over again
and keep doing it until you get it right."

   Kristina couldn't believe her ears.  Not only did Rick want to rape her
but he also wanted Kristina to degrade herself in the process.

   "Please don't make me do that, I beg you.  I'm sorry if I upset you.  If
you stop now and leave me alone I promise not to say anything about this to
anyone." The pretty teenager could not understand what she'd done to
deserve this treatment.

   "We're wasting time," Rick said.  He scanned the horizon.  "In fact, I
think I see your sister heading back this way now."

   Kristina dreaded what she was being forced to do.  It felt worse than
the actual rape.  A huge lump formed in her throat as if to prevent her
from saying what she had to say.  Kristina carefully hooked her arms and
legs around Rick's body then presented her lips to his own.  Rick wouldn't
make it easy for Kristina and she had to coax his mouth open with her
tongue.

   "I-I love you, Rick," Kristina finally stammered.  "Please, uh... 
Please f-fuck me." The young teenager felt soiled just saying the word. 
She'd seldom thought the word and never spoken the word in her life. 
Kristina's degradation was complete.  The words, the obscene position she
was forced to adopt and the boy's penis buried deep in her vagina had
shattered her pride.  The actual fucking would now be just a detail.

   Rick smiled down at Kristina.  "Not perfect but we can work on it
later." He began thrusting his prick into the poor girl pinned underneath
him.  Rick was glad Kristina was being such an easy lay.  He couldn't have
lasted much longer.  The girl was so tight!

   Kristina sensed that Rick was about to come.  It was only then that she
realized the one thing she'd forgotten.

   "Please, just don't get me pregnant," Kristina begged.

   "Ha!  Is this how babies are made?"

   "You're a beast!  I hate you!"

   "And this is how beasts mark their property." Rick sped up his rhythm.
Kristina felt his prick swell up and with a gasp, he started injecting his
sperm into her reproductive system.

   "You're mine now." Rick stared at her and Kristina realized he expected
an answer.

   "Yes, I belong to you," she said and accepted a kiss that sealed her
fate.

   Kristina had barely enough time make herself presentable before Becky
showed up.

   "Hello again," said Becky.  "I hope I didn't interrupt anything."

   "No, no.  Of course not," said Kristina quickly.  "Did you have a nice
walk?  Where did you go?"

   "Just around the lake.  Scaring the ducks.  It was nice."

   Rick had stood up.  "Will I see you tonight, Kristina?"

   "I, uh don't know.  This is kind of short notice.  Maybe-"

   "About seven o'clock?" Rick wasn't even looking at Kristina when he
asked.  He was ogling Becky, undressing her with his eyes.  The implied
threat was obvious.

   "I guess," said Kristina, feeling defeated.

   Becky was grinning after Rick left.

   "You're going on a date with him?"

   "It's no big deal," said Kristina seeking to minimize the news.

   "Sure," said Becky with a twinkle in her eye.

   "Rick and Kristina sitting in a tree

   K - I - S - S - I - N - G

   First comes love, then comes marriage

   Then here comes Kristina with a baby carriage."

   Becky started giggling uncontrollably.  Kristina wanted to scream at
Becky to shut up.  That little verse was harmless enough when used among
children to tease each other, but now it was a particularly cruel taunt for
her.  But Becky couldn't know that.  There would no love or marriage for
Kristina.  She was damaged merchandise.  What decent man could want her
now? A baby carriage was in her future if Rick's sperm had found her egg.
Gosh!  Kristina thought.  Rick had pumped so much sperm into her the crotch
of her panties was soaked with his come and she could feel some of it
running down her thighs.

   Kristina mentally berated herself on the way home.  She should have
stood up to Rick.  She should have told her aunt and the sheriff about
Rick's assault and threat to harm Becky.  That would have put a scare in
him for sure.  Then if anything happened, Rick would be the number one
suspect.  If, if, if.  Kristina could not take a chance on anything
happening to her sister.  Becky had to remain completely safe even if
Kristina had to submit to Rick's evil designs.  Besides, she was new in
town.  No one would believe her word against that of a local.

   Kristina showered when they got home.  She paid special attention to her
sore cunt.  Kristina didn't harbor any hope of washing out all of Rick's
sperm.  It was only for hygiene and it did make her feel better.

   Of course, Becky blabbed to Aunt Rita and cousins Laura and Michelle
about Kristina's date with Rick.  They were happy and excited for her and
forced Kristina to pretend happiness and excitement too although she was
far from feeling that way.

   The pretty teenager spent the next hours fretting about her date with
Rick.  There didn't seem to be any way out of it.  The threat against Becky
still existed.  Rick would seduce or assault her little sister if she
resisted at all.  Kristina had already sacrificed her pride and virginity.
What else was there to lose?  She decided to live up to the letter of the
agreement.  Kristina would go out with Rick and even be his "girl." She
hoped he liked the passive and hostile type of girl because that's all he
was going to get out of her, passivity and hostility.  Kristina hoped Rick
would soon get tired of her attitude and start bothering some other
unfortunate girl, as long as it wasn't Becky.

   Kristina took a look at her wardrobe.  There wasn't much there.  She
hadn't been to very many parties, even with her girlfriends.  Well, she
wanted to please herself, not Rick.  She decided to dress as plainly as
possible.  Jeans and a blouse would do fine.

   Helping to prepare dinner was usually easy for Kristina but now it felt
like a chore.  She kept being distracted by little things.

   "Don't worry about it.  You'll do fine tonight," said Aunt Rita,
thinking she was just trying to reassure a nervous niece on her first date.
But Kristina just picked at her dinner and then went to dress for her date.

   "You're not wearing that, are you?"

   "Of course I am.  What's wrong with it?"

   "Everything," said Aunt Rita.  "You want to impress a guy on the first
date.  That's not going to do it."

   Kristina didn't want to impress Rick yet she felt stung by Rita's
criticism.

   "I don't have anything else to wear," Kristina protested.  "And besides,
this was a last minute date and I haven't had time to shop anyway."

   "Come with me, young lady," said Rita.  She led her young niece into her
bedroom and started sorting through clothes.  "This is what I had in mind.
We're about the same size."

   Kristina was looking at a little black cocktail dress with spaghetti
straps.  It was otherwise conservative but it looked daring to the ultra
shy teen.  Rita seemed to read her mind.

   "Yes, I'm afraid your mother would have disapproved."

   Kristina knew what her Aunt Rita was talking about.  Her mother often
disapproved of anything Rita wore and her lifestyle in general for that
matter.  The fact was that cousins Laura and Michelle were the offspring of
two different fathers and neither married to Rita.

   Her parents never intended to die so young and had given little thought
to where their children would live in the event of their deaths.  They
certainly wouldn't have gone to Rita, otherwise.  Kristina smiled grimly at
the thought.  If she didn't get on birth control quickly, she'd be
following the path of unwed motherhood, just like her Aunt Rita.

   "I have everything you need, stockings, garter belt, thong panties."

   "Uh, I don't think I should wear anything like that on a first date,
Aunt Rita." Kristina wanted to discourage Rick, not seduce him.

   "Oh, come on.  A little teasing never hurt anyone.  Show him a glimpse
of the 'Promised Land' and he'll be yours forever,"

   Promised Land indeed!  Rick had already been to the Promised Land and
plundered it while he was there.  Aunt Rita was saying all the wrong things
to Kristina and yet she was thinking of going along with the idea anyway.
She imagined herself wearing the simple yet elegant dress.  Kristina always
dressed conservatively.  Sometimes she thought it was more to please her
mom rather than herself but Kristina never thought to rebel.  Wearing the
dress would definitely be a departure from the norm.  What could be the
harm?  All the damage had already been done.

   "Okay.  Let me try it on," said an enthusiastic Kristina.

   Kristina's underwear had always been sensible and utilitarian.  She was
appalled when she tried on the thong panties.  It made her feel absolutely
naked.  And besides, her pubic hair stuck out on both sides.  The teenager
realized her bush would have to be trimmed if she was ever going to wear
something as brief as that, if ever.  She settled for a pair of black
bikini panties.

   Kristina never thought of dressing as a sensual experience but the
moment the first stocking slid up her shapely leg, she was hooked.  She had
been wearing pantyhose for a couple of years and just saw them as useful.
Wearing stockings with a garter belt was a whole different experience.  No
wonder they were featured in those lingerie catalogs.  Kristina realized
that pantyhose had their uses but never when a woman wanted to feel sexy.
Woman?  Sexy?  The pretty teenager had always thought of herself before as
a girl, never as a woman.  And

   Aunt Rita was helping Kristina with her makeup.  Other than lipstick and
a clear nail polish, the mascara, eye shadow and blusher were things that
Kristina had never used before.  The dress had built-in cups so she didn't
need a bra.  Finally, she was ready and Kristina stood before the mirror. A
strange thrill went through her as the 17 year-old saw her image.  She saw
a sophisticated older woman staring back at her.  And sexy as hell, too,
Kristina thought wickedly.  Rick hadn't crossed her mind when the pretty
teenager made that observation.  She would have realized that Rick and many
other boys and men would agree with her.  Aunt Rita and the girls made
admiring comments as they watched her posing before the mirror.

   It wasn't until Rick arrived and started staring at her like she was a
banquet set before a starving man that Kristina began to panic.  Here she
was, going out on a date with a boy who, hours before, had been her rapist.
Kristina kept telling herself that she was doing this to protect Becky.

   As Rick led her out Kristina turned her head to look appealingly at the
person scanning these very words on his screen.  "Dear reader," she
whispered.  "Is this story worth continuing?"



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   Chapter 2

   Rick Peters couldn't believe his eyes.  Kristina was dressed like the
sexiest wench he'd ever seen outside of a fashion magazine cover.  This
bitch had a lot of hidden potential.  Already he was thinking about what
he'd like to do with her.  Rick's prick was throbbing in his pants.  He'd
cum if he didn't calm down.

   Kristina was sure sending mixed signals, though.  She was giving Rick
the cold shoulder, staring out of the window as if he didn't exist.  The
bitch continued to ignore him even as he tried to make conversation,
complimenting Kristina on her appearance.  Finally Rick stopped trying.  He
didn't care.  He'd only asked Kristina out to win on a bet.  Ten other guys
had bet him that he couldn't get Kristina to go out with him before the end
of the month.  Well, at $20 a piece, that was $200 he'd won just by showing
up with her at the dance, parading around for a few minutes and dancing a
few dances with her.  He grinned with pleasure at the jealous stares he'd
be getting when he walked into the dance with Kristina on his arm and with
her dressed to kill.  Not that Rick needed the money.  His parents were
generous and fairly well to do.

   The forced sex was an impulse but it had worked out quite well.  He
didn't think there were any virgins left in L.A.  Rick was certainly
surprised that Kristina turned out to be a virgin.  The guys where she went
to school in L.A.  must all be gay.  The teenager had been impulsive a
couple of other times in his past but with his parents' influence and
money, all complaints had been withdrawn.  Given the reputation of
Kristina's aunt he didn't think there would be any repercussions.  The plan
was to just dump Kristina after the night was over.  He'd won his bet and
gotten laid.  What else was there to do?  There were other fish to fry.

   Now Rick was having second thoughts.  Kristina was looking too good to
leave alone.  He was sure the guys would be hanging around this luscious
cunt come Monday.  It would be fun to keep her on a tight leash while the
others drooled.  Just to make sure they drooled Rick was planning to put
Kristina through her paces that evening to make sure she pleased him.

   Rick had sensed submissiveness in Kristina and now he wanted to exploit
it.  He began to doubt that there was ever any need to threaten Kristina
with a move on Becky.  It would be fun to find out how far he could push
and humiliate the girl, especially in front of others.  Kristina wouldn't
have much of a reputation after Rick Peters got through with her.  That
would show her for dressing like a prick teaser and then ignoring him.

   Kristina's date parked in a remote area of the parking lot.  There
weren't very many people at the dance yet and Rick wanted to get some
things straight with Kristina and he was sure they wouldn't be bothered. 
He certainly didn't want to be embarrassed by this stuck-up cunt from the
big city.  It was best to be blunt.

   "Do you want to talk or do you want to fuck?"

   Kristina looked at Rick in shock.  Well, good.  I finally have her
attention Rick thought.

   "What do you want to talk about?" Kristina was trying to be as
nonchalant as possible.

   "I want to discuss your behavior tonight.  I want to know if you're
going to continue acting like a cold fish all night."

   "I act the way I feel," Kristina replied obstinately.  Be careful about
what you want, you big jerk.  You might get it.  Rick wanted Kristina and
now he had her.  She didn't have to be pleasant about it.

   "Well, you'd better start acting like you're glad to be with me."

   "I'm not that good an actress," Kristina sneered.  "Nobody could be with
the likes of you." She was so pleased with her comeback Kristina didn't
notice Rick's hand snake out and grab her hair.  He forced her head down on
his lap.

   "Stop it!  You're hurting me.  Please!" Kristina realized too late that
Rick wasn't the type of boy to be trifled with.

   "Oh, you want to play games, huh?  Do you like team sports?  I can get
on this cell phone right now and have a dozen guys over here in a matter of
minutes.  They all want to fuck you as bad as I did.  I'm going to let
them. Would you like that?  Huh?"

   "No!  I'm sorry!  I'll behave!" Kristina didn't think anything could be
as bad as being raped as she'd been by Rick but now he wanted to have her
gang raped for giving him a hard time.

   "What does that mean, you stupid bitch?  You're already behaving, very
badly.  I want to know what 'I'll behave' means."

   "I'll do anything you want!"

   "You'd better mean it, you dumb cunt.  I'm going to be testing you all
night.  If you disobey me or embarrass me in any way, you'll be the late
night entertainment for my friends.  You understand that, slut?"

   "Yes, I understand." Kristina was too frightened to try and bargain with
Rick.  He was going to humiliate her and she'd better pretend to like it.
She was relieved to feel Rick's grip on her hair relax.  Should she try to
rise?  No, Kristina wouldn't risk it.  She would wait until Rick gave her
permission to rise.  The young teen felt Rick's stiff prick against her
cheek.  It no longer frightened her.  Rick's temper did frighten her. 
Kristina instinctively rubbed her cheek against the boy's hardness and
heard a sharp intake of breath.  Yes, that pleased him.  Good.  Do anything
to distract him.  Maybe I can play with his penis Kristina thought.  She
brought her right hand up and began to gently caress his prick through his
pants.

   "Did I tell you to do that?"

   "Uh, no." Kristina was instantly on alert.  She'd done something wrong.
Don't upset him again.

   "If I wanted you to jack me off I would have told you to jack me off."

   "I'm sorry." Kristina yanked her hand away.  She thought he'd be pleased
with her initiative but now she would wait for Rick to take the lead.

   There'd be time enough for that later Rick thought but the next time
Kristina would be using her mouth to draw out his cum.

   "Get up," he said.  Rick spotted a lone figure coming their way.  It was
still too far away to recognize.  He didn't care if it was one of his
friends but if it was a teacher or a parent he wanted everything to look
perfectly innocent.  It turned out to be a friend Dennis and Rick greeted
him.  Dennis gave Rick a thumbs-up sign when he saw who he was with.

   "Some guys have all the luck.  Hi, Kristina.  You're looking great."

   "Hi, Dennis.  Thanks." Kristina put on her best smile.  Dennis was one
the boys who had been asking her out.  He gave up after the second refusal.
Now Kristina wished she would have accepted a date with him.  Dennis seemed
like a nice guy.  Him, or with one of the others.  Anyone except Rick.

   Rick casually placed his hand on Kristina's knee in plain sight of his
friend.  Dennis' eyes bugged out of his head as he saw Rick's hand start
moving the hem of the lovely girl's dress up to mid-thigh.  Shit!  thought
Dennis.  Everyone thought Kristina was a fucking prude but he didn't have
any choice but to believe the evidence of his eyes.  Kristina was scared to
death but didn't dare try to move away Rick's hand.  She blushed and
maintained her smile.  So this is how it's going to be Kristina thought. 
This was the beginning of the testing Rick warned her about.  She didn't
want Becky to suffer if she didn't please Rick.  Kristina knew she had to
sacrifice her pride to please this teenage hoodlum.

   "We'll see you in a few minutes, dude," said Rick.  Dennis nodded and
waved to Kristina then sauntered off.  They watched him disappear into the
darkness.  "That was pretty good for a start.  You're starting to learn,"
he added.

   Kristina didn't say anything.  What was there to say?  She kept hoping
Rick would remove his hand to give her some relief but he instead moved it
further up, resting the hand on the bare flesh above her stocking top.

   "A fucking garter belt!  Cool!"

   "Rick, why don't we go somewhere private and you can teach me more,"
Kristina asked as sweetly as she could.  She would rather endure all sorts
of private humiliation than publicly humiliate herself again.  She guessed
that Dennis was already spreading the word about what he'd just witnessed.

   "Not yet, sweetie," Rick replied.  "You're too hot-looking not to show
off."

   Kristina nodded.  It was obviously not a good idea to dress up for this
date.  As expected, all eyes were on Rick and Kristina when they walked
through the door.  Rick tried hard not to look too smug.  Look at me and
look at who I've got hanging on my arm, suckers, Miss High & Mighty.  His
hand slipped from Kristina's waist to her hip and gave her rear cheek a
proprietary squeeze.  Rick felt Kristina move towards him instead of away
from him as he expected.  Perhaps he wouldn't have to get too rough with
the bitch after all.  She was behaving as a good cunt should.

   "Hi, Kristina!"

   "Hi, Gloria!" Gloria was one of the girls she had befriended since
moving from L.A.  Gloria was also from the Los Angeles area so Kristina had
a bond with her, however vague.  Most of the others in this area were
refugees from Sacramento.  Their parents still had jobs in Sacramento and
endured long commutes in order to enjoy "country living" on the weekends.
They seemed to look down on people from "down south."

   "May I borrow your date for a few minutes, Rick?"

   Kristina looked at Rick, waiting for permission.  Rick smiled and
nodded. "For a few minutes," he said.  He would use the time to strut in
front of his buddies and maybe collect on some of the bets.

   "Kristina, I thought you couldn't stand Rick.  Why did you accept a date
with him?"

   "Well, um, I guess he caught me at a weak moment."

   "Just be careful of Trudy Morgan.  She's sitting at home sulking right
now and probably plotting revenge against you.  Rick broke a date with her
to take you out."

   Oh, crud.  Kristina had completely forgotten about Trudy Morgan.  Trudy
was one of the snobbiest girls around.  Trudy considered Rick her boy
friend and now Kristina had incurred her enmity by going out with her guy.
There was no way Kristina could explain the circumstances.  She didn't want
to be Trudy's competition.  Double crud!  Kristina shrugged her shoulders.

   "She's welcome to have him back when I'm through with him," said
Kristina, surprising herself with a show of bravado.  Now why did I say
that?

   "Good for you!  I hate that bitch." Gloria was delighted with the
prospect of Trudy losing out to the new girl in town.  She could hardly
wait to tell her friends the news.

   "I'd better get back to Rick," said Kristina.  Before I say something
else stupid she added to herself.  Kristina moved to within a discreet
distance of Rick's group and stood there waiting.  Rick seemed to be
holding court.  When one of the boys finally pointed her out Rick motioned
to Kristina and she walked over and stood by his side.  Without even
looking at her Rick reached around Kristina's back with his hand and began
to rub the side of her breast.  Kristina flinched slightly but she didn't
move away.  Everyone in the group could see what he was doing.

   This is fantastic!  I have this bitch completely under my control. 
There's nothing she won't do for me now.  These were some of the thoughts
running through Rick's mind as he fondled Kristina.  His friends had taken
note of his success and three of them had been able to pay off on the bet.
He reminded the rest of them to have their shares ready by Monday.  He was
about fully cup Kristina's tit when he felt someone tap him on the
shoulder. When Rick looked around saw that it was Mr.  Francisco, one of
the teachers, he quickly disengaged himself from Kristina.

   "Uh, good evening, sir." You meddling bastard!

   "Good evening, Mr.  Peters.  May I see you and your lovely companion
outside please?"

   Mr.  Francisco was one of Kristina's instructors.  She feared that Rick
had been spotted fondling her boob and Kristina wasn't wrong.  This was
worse than having the other students see her.  What must he think of her
now?  Would Mr.  Francisco tell her Aunt Rita?  Kristina wanted to curl up
right then and die.

   "I'm hardly surprised at you, Mr.  Peters, given your past history but
I'm very surprised and more than a little disappointed in you, Miss Bailey.
I'm hardly against displays of affection but there is a time and place for
everything and this isn't it."

   "I'm sorry, Mr.  Francisco," said Kristina.  "We didn't mean any harm."
Kristina now was worried that Rick would take it out on her for his plans
being spoiled.

   "Well, if you two can't control yourselves I suggest you leave until you
learn to do so."

   "Yes sir.  I apologize sir." Prick!  He took Kristina's hand and they
walked toward the parking lot.

   "I'm sorry, Rick," said Kristina as they got near the car.  She didn't
know why she was apologizing.  She just knew she'd better.

   "That's all right," Rick responded.  He was feeling generous.  Snooty
little Kristina had been turned into an obedient little sex toy and he
hadn't even built up a sweat.  Well, it was all in an afternoon's work. 
Damn!  The cunt was even apologizing for stuff that wasn't her fault.  It
was fine with Rick if she kept thinking that way.

   "The stars are so beautiful," said Kristina.  They'd driven a few
minutes out of town and parked.  They were already in the country. 
Kristina knew that in L.A.  only a couple of dozen stars could be seen
clearly.  They would have to drive a couple of hours before the city lights
stopped washing out the night sky and getting a view like this.  Kristina
got out of the car to get a clearer view.

   She heard Rick get out of the car too but she didn't pay attention. 
Kristina felt his hands on her shoulders.  He wants to kiss she thought but
was confused when she felt pressure on her shoulders.  Rick wanted her bent
over the hood of the car.  Kristina wanted to rebel when she realized what
Rick intended but she forced herself to remain calm.  Don't resist.  Give
him what he wants.  Kristina felt her dress being raised and her panties
being lowered.  His prick nudged her vulva and he was inside.

   Rick felt big but at least it didn't hurt like the first time.  The
feeling was kind of delicious actually.  No wonder people liked to fuck. 
Kristina smiled grimly.  The use of that word was coming easier to the
coed. I've only been kissed once but I've been fucked twice she joked to
herself.  Somehow the numbers seemed wrong to Kristina.  Wasn't there
supposed to be a lot more kissing than fucking?  She sure wished she was
doing this with someone she loved.  Kristina began to fantasize her dream
lover and started to respond to Rick's thrusts by moving her ass to
increase the feeling.

   "Oh, yeah!" Rick shouted.  The slut was starting to fuck back.  She'd
soon be his sex slave.  The bitch wouldn't have any choice.

   He must like it Kristina thought and instinctively squeezed his prick
with her vaginal muscles.  Rick shouted again and started squirting his cum
inside her.  Kristina surprised herself by being disappointed with Rick
cumming so quickly.  That delicious feeling was building up inside her and
then it went away when Rick finished.

   When Kristina got home the girls had already gone to bed.  Naturally,
Aunt Rita was curious about how things had gone.  Kristina lied by saying
that everything had gone perfectly.  As she climbed into bed beside her
slumbering sister Kristina thought about what she'd done.  There was no
guilt at all.  I'm doing it for you, Becky.  That makes it all right.  I'll
fuck him every day for a thousand years as long as he doesn't touch you.



   ------

   Chapter 3

   "Hi, Becky.  Would you like a ride?" It was a good piece of luck to see
Becky out walking alone.  Now that Kristina was his fuck toy Rick wondered
if he could start something with the younger sister.

   "No, thanks Rick.  I like to take walks."

   "There are some neat trails I know about.  The views are fantastic."

   "Are they far?"

   "Not at all.  In fact, one of them is back where you came.  Let me show
you.  It's just a quarter mile away but you won't see it unless someone
shows you.  We don't like to share it with tourists."

   "That would be nice," said Becky.  She got into Rick's car.  The boy
turned the car around and drove down the highway.  In less than a minute he
parked the car behind the trees out of sight of passing traffic.  They
climbed to the top of a short hill above the tree line.

   "That wasn't much of a trail but the view is nice," said Becky as she
looked around.

   "This is one of my favorite make out spots." Rick held his breath.  He
wanted to test Becky's reaction to a little harmless flirting.  If she was
anything like her sister he'd have to be cautious.  This bitch was a lot
younger than Kristina but he was willing to bet she was just as fuckable.

   "Did you bring Kristina up here last night?" Good.  She didn't seem put
off at all.

   "Not with her high heels, I didn't," said Rick.  "I took her someplace
different.  What did Kristina say?"

   "She was still asleep when I left.  You must have worn her out."
Fantastic!  The bitch is flirting back.

   "Well, we did have some fun," he replied.  Now what?  Rick's instincts
told him Becky wouldn't object to a kiss and some fondling but if he
wouldn't too far the girl might complain to her sister.  Then he'd lose his
leverage on Kristina.  He watched as Becky continued to take in the view.

   "I saw you and Kristina," she finally said, "in the park when you
thought you were alone."

   Oh, shit!  "Uh, what did you see?"

   Becky turned to face Rick.  "I saw everything," she said with a smile,
"or almost everything.  By the time I snuck around you guys were already
going at it.  You're a fast worker."

   Rick could feel himself blushing.  That was something he wasn't used to.
He was pretty sure Becky hadn't seen the initial rape.  "I wish it was you
I was with yesterday." The teenager began to lick his chops.  Was he going
to get laid again?  Becky looked like she'd be great in the sack.  He
wondered if this preteen was even a virgin.

   Becky giggled.  "It's too late now.  You're my sister's boyfriend."

   "It's never too late if the right girl comes along.  Kristina and I are
just friends.  What happened was just a spur of the moment thing," Rick
assured her, "but we both wanted to do it.  Your sister would be the last
person to think we were boyfriend and girlfriend because of it."

   "Were there any more spur of the moment things last night," Becky asked.
Rick smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

   "I'm not one to kiss and tell.  You'd better ask Kristina." The young
man tentatively put his hands on the girl's shoulders and then brought his
lips down on hers.  Becky didn't resist.  In fact, she started to respond
immediately with her own kisses.  Encouraged, Rick slid his hands down to
the pretty girl's waist and then down further to cup her rear cheeks.  He
made sure she felt his growing erection.

   Becky sighed after breaking the last kiss and leaned her head against
Rick's chest.  She liked kissing Rick even if the young girl did feel a
little guilty for making out with the guy who was dating her sister.  Becky
realized that Rick now wanted to fuck her just as he had Kristina the day
before.  The thought scared her and excited her at the same time.

   The young girl wasn't sure what she was going to see when she crept up
on Kristina and Rick.  It was certainly a surprise when Becky discovered
them fucking.  At first Becky thought Kristina was being raped and she was
going to run for help but her idea of rape contained visions of extreme
violence.  Rick certainly wasn't beating up on her sister.  Then the sight
of prim and proper Kristina on her back with her dress up to her waist and
a boy lying on top of her almost caused Becky to burst out loud in
laughter. It looked so comical she was sure they were playing a game.  The
last emotions Becky felt were lust, longing and a bit of jealousy.  Becky
wanted to be the one lying on her back being fucked by the handsomest boy
in town.

   Becky doubted if she would still have been a virgin if they had remained
in L.A.  There were plenty of guys who were coming on to her, some even
older than Rick.  The young girl was much more comfortable around guys than
her prudish sister.  Should she allow Rick the honor of taking her
virginity?  The only thing that concerned Becky was the possibility of
getting pregnant.  Rick apparently hadn't used a condom when he fucked
Kristina.  The pretty girl knew most guys didn't like to wear condoms.  She
guessed that Rick was part of that majority.

   If Becky insisted on Rick wearing a condom he'd probably get angry and
refuse to fuck her.  She had heard Kristina complain about Rick not using a
condom but she had allowed him to cum inside her anyway.  Yet her sister
still went out with Rick later that evening and probably fucked with him
some more.  Becky rationalized that if it was all right with Kristina then
it was all right with her.  If Becky got pregnant then Rick would marry
her, she was sure.  Gosh, if both sisters got pregnant then Rick would have
to choose one of them to marry.  Becky wasn't as certain that she would be
chosen.  Kristina was so pretty.

   It was so thrilling and romantic to the young girl hearing Rick claim
Kristina as his "property." She wondered if the teenager would claim her
also.  Becky heard the sound of a zipper and looked down.  Rick was
exposing his boner to the twelve year old girl.  The decision had been made
for Becky.  She knew she was going to lose her virginity to this older boy.
His prick looked big to the inexperienced lass and she knew it would hurt
when it first went inside her but from what she'd been told by other girls
it was to be expected.  Becky reached out and tentatively touched the boy's
prick.  She smiled when it leaped up at her touch.  Feeling braver, Becky
grasped Rick's boner in her small hand.

   Oh, man thought Rick.  This bitch is a bigger slut than her sister. 
She's just begging for it.  Well, the teenager certainly wasn't going to
disappoint the young cunt.  "Take off your clothes," he said softly but in
a tone that told her he wasn't to be refused.  It wasn't necessary.  Becky
was so eager to please that she didn't hesitate to obey.

   If Becky had known she was going to be deflowered she would have worn
something sexy for the occasion.  It was embarrassing to be dressed in just
jeans and a sweatshirt.  Also she hoped Rick wouldn't laugh at the size of
her boobs.  They compared favorably with other girls in her age group but
they were a lot smaller than Kristina's boobs.  She wanted to be as
pleasing to Rick as her sister.

   Becky finished undressing and looked at Rick for guidance.  She was
uncertain about what would happen next.  The mountain air was cool and the
young girl's skin was covered with goose bumps.  Rick didn't let Becky wait
too long.  He undressed while admiring Becky's immature but attractive
body. The young man lay down on the pile of clothes and pulled Becky down
to lie down beside him.  He kissed her and groped between her legs.  Good,
she was nice and wet down there Rick thought.  Without much ceremony he
mounted the twelve year old and began to work in his prick.

   The young girl winced in pain and tears started from her eyes.  Gosh,
the girls were right about it hurting the first time.  She did her best to
hide her discomfort.  Becky didn't want to come across as a baby in this
older boy's eyes.  She smiled and acted as brave as she could.  She was
giving up her virginity to the boy she loved.  The twelve year old prayed
he would return his love to her in kind.

   Fantastic!  thought Rick.  Two virgin's cherries had been popped by him
in less than 24 hours and they were sisters.  They were total sluts, to be
sure, but what the hell.  Cunts like Becky and Kristina were born to be
used by men like him.  That was the way of things.  Rick was willing to bet
that their cousins, Laura and Michelle, would willingly spread their legs
for him also even though they were even younger than Becky.  Well, he had
his hands full for now.  There was Trudy still to service this day.  She
was pissed about having to stay home while he took Kristina to the dance.
The teenager didn't want to have to listen to Trudy bitching and moaning
and vowing revenge but that was the price of getting her to fuck for him.

   That thought brought Rick back to the task at hand and that was to
finish fucking Becky.  He'd promised Trudy that he would pick her up that
morning and he was already late.  He would like to have given Becky a nice
orgasm but that looked like it wasn't in the cards.  A good cum would have
bound her to him nicely.  Well, that was tough.  He sped up his pace and
with a cry jetted a gob of sperm inside Becky's cunt.  With a kiss as an
afterthought Rick dismounted and began to get dressed and Becky dressed
also.  Back at the car they kissed once again.

   "Don't tell anyone about this, Becky," Rick advised, "especially not
your sister.  It might break her heart.  I'll have to let her down slowly
so she doesn't get angry with you.  Do you understand?"

   Becky nodded her head.  "Don't worry.  I won't say anything," Becky
assured him.  Rick's admonition started Becky to feeling guilty again for
trying to steal away her sister's boyfriend.

   "We'd better not be seen together.  Someone might see us and tell
Kristina.  Will you be able to walk home all right?"

   "Sure," said Becky.  She was little sore between her legs but she'd be
able to walk home without a problem.

   "Good girl," said Rick.  He kissed her again, got into his car and sped
off.

   When Becky returned home she found that Kristina was finally up and
drinking orange juice at the kitchen table.  No one else seemed to be home.
"Good morning," said Becky.  "Did you have fun last night?"

   "It was all right," Kristina lied.  It had been a terrible evening.  The
only worse one in Kristina's opinion was the evening they were told their
parents were dead.

   "Did you get any last night?"

   "What the hell is that supposed to mean," Kristina yelled.  She slammed
her glass down on the table so hard Becky was afraid it would break.

   "I was just teasing," said Becky as she backed away from her angry
sister.  Maybe Rick hadn't fucked her enough and Kristina was feeling horny
and frustrated.

   "I don't appreciate your humor," Kristina yelled again and not calming
down a bit.  The distraught young woman wanted to shout out what she had
been forced to do and what she had sacrificed to protect her sister from
the clutches of Rick Peters but she knew it was impossible.  If only there
was someone she could confide in.  "I-I'm sorry, Becky," said Kristina.  "I
guess I got up on the wrong side of the bed." Kristina was quite contrite
for having yelled at Becky.  None of this was her doing and there wasn't a
call for yelling at anyone in her family.

   "That's okay," said Becky.  She decided to be more careful whenever she
talked with her sister.  Becky figured her sister was still sore between
her legs just like she was.  She ought to take a couple of aspirin thought
Becky.  That's what she was going to do.  Becky hadn't really enjoyed this
first time with Rick but she'd been warned about this from other girls. 
Now, it could only get better.

   The young girl lay down on the bed she shared with her sister.  She
sighed with satisfaction.  It had been quite an eventful morning and now
she was a woman.  Goodness, the crotch of her panties felt soaked.  She
should wash them out.  Becky giggled.  She knew Kristina wouldn't be happy
about knowing they were fucking the same guy at the same time but her
sister was bound to find out eventually.  The twelve year old hoped
Kristina found it as amusing as she did.



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   Chapter 4

   Kristina spent the rest of Sunday morning moping around the house and
worrying about her predicament.  When Aunt Rita and her cousins returned
from shopping lunch was prepared but Kristina just picked at her plate. 
The girls all wanted to go to the movies and Kristina begged off.  There
was nothing she wanted to see anyway.  There was only one movie house in
town and their version of a multiplex was two screens.

   When the rest of the family was gone Kristina took off her clothes and
climbed back into bed.  Kristina decided it would be nice if she could drop
out of school and stay cooped up in the house for the rest of her life. 
Then she could dream of better times when her parents were alive and not
worry about weirdoes like Rick bothering her.

   Fuckin' bitch!  Rick was pissed.  He'd spent the better part of two
hours trying to calm Trudy down and get into her pants but nothing worked.
She'd been humiliated by being forced to stay home the previous evening and
she wasn't one to forgive such a slight easily.  The pretty blonde
certainly wasn't going to spread her legs for Rick after hearing about him
being openly at the dance with that L.A.  cunt.  She did have her pride.

   Finally, Rick told Trudy to go fuck herself and left.  He knew she'd
come around eventually and do what needed to be done to keep on his good
side.  The cunt always did.  Well, there was still a load of sperm that he
wanted to deposit in some girl's mouth or cunt.  Rick decided to see if
Kristina was home.  It wouldn't hurt to put her through another training
session.  Alternately, he'd slip a note to Becky asking her to meet him
back at the same place where they had fucked earlier in the day.

   Rick was disappointed when he saw a carload of cunts pulling out of the
driveway as he pulled on to Kristina's street but that attitude quickly
changed to anticipation when he realized Kristina wasn't in the car with
them.  If she was home alone Rick would get what he wanted with no problem
at all.

   Kristina didn't think anything of it when she heard the front door open.
Apparently something was forgotten and her Aunt Rita had returned to
retrieve it.  The pretty teenager was still dressed in her bra and panties
and felt no need to cover up.  The bedroom door opened and Kristina gasped
in fear and surprise when she saw it wasn't one of her family members but
Rick Peters framed in the doorway.

   "What the heck are you doing here?  Get out!" Kristina shouted.

   "You're forgetting I have a right to be here," said Rick in a reasonable
tone.  He unbuckled his belt and slipped off his shoes.

   "What right?  You don't have any right to barge into my house
uninvited."

   "I have the right by virtue of you being my cunt." The young man slipped
off his trousers.  "Besides, the door was unlocked."

   "No!  This isn't right.  I hate you!" Kristina screeched.  Wasn't there
anyplace she could be safe from this monster?  Apparently it wasn't safe
even at home.

   "Calm down," said Rick.  "Somebody might hear you."

   "I hope somebody does hear me," declared the distraught teenager who
nevertheless lowered her voice.  She buried her face in the pillow and
began sobbing uncontrollably.  Kristina barely reacted when she felt Rick's
weight shift the mattress.  There wasn't any thought of escape.  What was
the use?  When she felt Rick tugging at the waistband of her panties
Kristina thought of resisting but then decided she didn't want her panties
ruined if the boy decided to get rough.  I'm going to get raped anyway
thought Kristina.

   "I'll do it," she said and slipped the panties down her broad hips and
thighs.

   "The bra, too," said Rick.  Kristina didn't answer but quickly unhooked
her bra and pulled the straps from her shoulders.  The pretty teenager
blushed in shame.  Even though she'd been raped before by Rick it was the
first she'd been completely naked for the boy.  She knew she was being
inspected at that moment like a piece of meat.  Kristina began to think of
all the flaws she observed whenever she looked at her body in the mirror.
Her hips and thighs were too large in Kristina's opinion.  She had a bit of
a tummy with accompanying love handles.  She always wanted to lose ten
pounds with 20 pounds being the ideal but Kristina could never lose more
than a couple of pounds on a diet before gaining it all back.

   He probably doesn't care as long as I give him what he wants thought
Kristina.  I'm nothing but a piece of fuck meat.  That seemed an
appropriate term to the young woman.  She had blushed mightily when she
first heard the term from an eighth grade classmate.  Now, it seemed to fit
Kristina's description.  Her Aunt Rita had been a piece of fuck meat for
various men and now it was Kristina's turn to be called fuck meat.  Before
long, Becky and her cousins would be used as fuck meat for some man.  That
seemed to be the fate for the women in her family with no man to protect
them.  Kristina wondered how her mother had escaped a similar fate.

   Rick lay down behind Kristina and slipped his prick in from behind. 
Kristina cursed herself for getting wet in anticipation of his prick.  Was
she such a slut that she'd respond readily to a rapist?  She wanted to just
lie there quietly until he came inside her but she couldn't help moving her
ass in answer to his thrusts so she could get maximum feeling and
penetration.  Kristina hoped she wouldn't cum for him.  She hated Rick for
having this power over her.

   I've got a bitch in heat on my hands gloated Rick as he continued to
pump his prick in Kristina's cunt.  In less than 24 hours he'd turned
Kristina the Untouchable into Kristina the Cockhound.  It looked like she
couldn't get enough of his prick with her squirming around on it like a
hooked eel.  The young man reaffirmed his decision to hang on to this slut
for future use.  He was glad Becky had taken the edge off earlier because
otherwise he would have cum by now.  Rick was determined to make Kristina
have a nice cum.  He wanted to have a willing cock slave available in case
Trudy gave him more grief.  Well, an unwilling cock slave would all right
also.  The fact was he liked fucking Kristina.  She was turning out to be a
better lay than Trudy.  If that girlfriend didn't watch her step she
wouldn't be a girlfriend much longer.  She could go and make some other
guy's life miserable.

   Rick felt Kristina's cunt shudder like a vibrator and knew the girl was
having a good cum.  Damn thought Rick.  She's trying to suck the load right
out of me.  Well, fine!  Here you go!  Take it all, bitch!  The young man
gasped out his pleasure as he shot another dose of sperm inside his
unfortunate victim's body.

   Kristina always assumed true sexual pleasure could only be found in
married love or at least in romantic love.  So what had she just
experienced?  It felt wonderful!  Had her body just betrayed her or was she
beginning to feel something for Rick that was something other than
loathing? The young woman felt ashamed of herself when she realized she
would respond positively to any sign of affection from Rick.

   Kristina wanted to be kissed and embraced.  She wanted to be told that
she was loved.  Wasn't sex between a man and a woman the ultimate
expression of love?  The teenager was in the mood to forgive anything at
that moment if only Rick would ask for forgiveness.  Instead, the young man
merely pulled on his clothes and said, "See you at school tomorrow."
Kristina didn't answer and continued to lie on her bed until she heard the
front door close.

   The young woman would have continued to just lie there but she began to
get uncomfortable with Rick's cum running out of her and creating a big wet
spot on the sheet.  She got up and wiped herself with a couple of tissues
and thought about changing the sheets.  Kristina decided against it.  The
spot would be dry before the rest of the family got home and Becky probably
wouldn't notice it on the bed she shared with her sister.

   Kristina got dressed and went outside for a long walk.  She didn't want
to stay at the scene of her latest rape.  Thoughts of self destruction
clouded her mind as she walked a path that led to the outskirts of the
small town.  Kristina wasn't sure if she could continue to take this abuse
even though she initially liked the idea of being a martyr to protect her
sister.  It wasn't so much the sexual assaults but the mental anguish she
was going through that was most upsetting.

   Thoughts of suicide faded and Kristina began to entertain thoughts of
revenge.  She would love to able to get even with Rick.  The young woman
imagined Rick coming to rape her again.  She would pretend to again be
intimidated and lull Rick into thinking he was going to have an easy time
of it.  Then when the opportunity presented itself Kristina would quickly
bring her knee up and smash the boy in the crotch.  Then when Rick lay on
the ground writhing in horrible pain the pretty teenager would continue to
kick him purposefully and without remorse until she was sure his testicles
were just two useless pieces of bloody pulp.  She would be laughing
maniacally the entire time.  That would surely wipe the smug expression off
that dirty bastard's face.  He'd be crippled for life if she didn't take
pity on him and end his miserable existence with a slit throat.  Or maybe
Kristina would allow him to live but slowly and calmly slice his penis off
with a boning knife while he begged and pleaded for mercy, mercy that
wouldn't be forthcoming.  Then she would take a tenderizing hammer to that
miserable piece of flesh he called a prick to make sure it could never be
reattached.

   Kristina expelled a long breath and continued walking.  Thoughts of
violence were one thing but actually carrying it out, even in self-defense,
was quite another thing.  Violence horrified Kristina and she knew she
could never avenge herself that way.  Kristina was actually ashamed that
she had allowed her fantasy to get so graphically violent.  If Rick was
ever held accountable for his evil deeds it would have to be done legally.
Kristina wasn't sure how long she walked but the family was back by the
time she returned.  She made a bit of small talk and watched some
television with her sister and cousins.

   Rita had just walked into her nieces' bedroom to put away some clean
laundry.  From force of habit she began to straighten out the bed clothes
when she noticed the dried stain on the sheet.  She touched it to see if it
was still wet and then scraped at it with her finger nail.  The experienced
woman knew exactly what kind of stain it was; it was a cum stain.  Her
niece Kristina had been having sex with a boy on the bed while the rest of
them were at the movies.  The little scamp!

   Rita smiled at the memories of her own efforts to be alone with a boy
when her sister and parents were going to be out of the house.  The older
woman had started having sex at a little earlier age than her 17 year old
niece but she guessed that Kristina had the same passionate nature as
herself.  When a boy started whispering loving words in her ear and moving
his hands over her body she just couldn't help but being aroused.  Once
aroused, well, there was no stopping her after that point.  She always lost
control.

   That thought was kind of surprising to Rita since Kristina always seemed
as uptight as her mother, the woman's sister.  Well, love can do strange
things to a person.  Rita guessed it was Rick Peters who had been in the
house.  The boy was very handsome and came from a good family but he had a
wild reputation and she hoped her niece could handle him without getting
hurt.  It was obvious that a condom hadn't been used and she knew Kristina
wasn't using any contraceptives.

   Rita hadn't used contraceptives either and she had two out-of-wedlock
daughters as a result.  The woman loved her daughters dearly but she had
gone through a lot of grief because of her unwed status and certainly
didn't want Kristina to suffer the same fate.  Rita considered having a
talk with her niece about the need for caution and commitment from her sex
partner but she didn't want it to seem like a confrontation.  The girl's
aunt decided she would see about obtaining birth control information and
placing it where Kristina would be sure to see it.  Perhaps she would also
buy some condoms and place them with the information packet.  Kristina was
a smart girl.  She'd take the hint.  Rita hoped that it wouldn't be too
late.



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   Chapter 5

   Kristina woke up Monday morning with a feeling of dread.  This would be
the first time since Saturday night she'd be among students who'd seen her
being groped by Rick while she allowed it.  The young woman was sure she
and Rick were the main subjects of gossip on the small campus.  That
feeling only increased as she stepped onto the school grounds.  Kristina
felt every pair of eyes on her as she walked to her first class.

   Kristina was glad she'd avoided facing Rick first thing but she knew her
luck would soon run out.  At the morning break the seventeen year old
cringed when she heard her name called by Rick's now familiar voice.

   The young woman cringed involuntarily but tried to hide it by turning
toward him and giving her tormentor a big smile and a little wave.  She saw
Dennis standing beside Rick.  Rick motioned her over.

   "Please don't embarrass me," Kristina mumbled under her breath and
walked over to join the pair.  "Good morning, Rick.  Good morning, Dennis.
How are you?"

   "You can cut the act, cunt.  I've told Dennis everything."

   Kristina recoiled as if struck.  "Why?" she demanded.  "Why did you tell
him?" It was barely tolerable having this secret shame and now the whole
town would find out about it at light speed once the news started to
spread.

   "Because I felt like it.  I had to brag to someone, after all.  Don't
worry.  Dennis will keep his mouth shut.  Won't you, Dennis."

   "I can keep my mouth shut all right," said Dennis.  "Shit!  If I'd
realize how easy it was to get you in the sack I might have tried it
myself." The boy laughed mirthlessly.  He's no better than Rick thought the
unfortunate coed.  It was just another humiliation her tormentor persisted
in adding on.

   "At least you know who your next boyfriend is going to be when I get
tired of you," said Rick.  "I'm taking signups and Dennis is first on the
list."

   "You're being so mean," Kristina complained.  "I'm doing exactly want
you want and you still aren't satisfied." She was trying to ignore Dennis
but he just kept on leering at her.  The young woman wanted to scream and
attack Rick's smug face with her nails but she realized her little sister
would probably suffer.

   "Do you want to try her out?  We've got a few minutes.  Let's find
someplace private and I'll let you have a taste."

   "What!  No way!" Kristina was scared that Rick and Dennis were going to
try something right there.  She was getting ready to bolt and to heck with
the consequences.

   "Don't go ballistic.  I was just kidding," said Rick.  "At least I am
for now."

   "Well, we couldn't do anything even if you were serious," said Dennis.
"Mr.  Francisco is rumored to have it out for you."

   "That asshole!  What the hell does he want?"

   "I guess he's jealous that you got to Kristina before him.  Anyway, he
didn't like your behavior Saturday night so he's looking for an excuse to
make your life miserable.  You'd better leave her alone for now."

   "Thanks for the warning, dude," said Rick.  He spoke to Kristina.  "I
guess we'll have to put off our fun until after school."

   "I can wait," Kristina replied trying hard not to sound sarcastic.  She
took the chance that she was being dismissed and turned to walk away but
alert for any displeasure from Rick.  There was none.  Thank goodness for
Mr.  Francisco.  At least she had a protector while school was in session.
Kristina wished she had protection from Rick after school, too.  Until
three o'clock, things wouldn't get worse but just in case Kristina decided
to find someplace secluded to eat her lunch at the noon break.

   Trudy Morgan wasn't going to let Kristina Bailey get away with stealing
her boyfriend.  The angry coed would make Kristina regret even trying it.
Rick and Trudy were committed to each other and no cheap whore was going to
come between them.  Trudy was certain of Kristina's whore status.  Wasn't
her aunt a whore?  It wasn't any secret that her two daughters were
illegitimate and by two different guys.  There was even a rumor that Rita
was fucking everyone in town with a prick in his pants.

   Trudy had just seen Kristina walk into an area behind a building that
was sometimes used as a make out spot since it was out of sight from the
rest of the school grounds.  If that bitch was going back there to meet
Rick there would be hell to pay.  The angry blonde considered herself lucky
that she had her friend Janet with her.  Janet would act as a backup and
lookout when she confronted Kristina.  She didn't see Rick or anyone else
around so now would be a good time to warn off that slut and if Kristina
tried to get rough Janet outweighed Kristina by at least 30 pounds and
liked to play the bully.

   Kristina had just taken the first bite of her sandwich when she saw the
two girls come around the corner.  Dear god no thought the poor girl. 
Gloria had warned her to watch out for Trudy but it had slipped her mind
with her worries about Rick and now it looked like she was going to have a
confrontation with Trudy.  Kristina would have just stood up and walked
away but it looked like Janet was blocking the only exit.  Kristina knew
about Janet's reputation as a bully.  Were they going to beat her up? 
Kristina felt like running again but where to?

   "Hey, bitch!" Trudy called.  "I want you to leave my boyfriend alone. 
Do you understand?"

   "Uh, sure.  I understand," said Kristina calmly even though she was
feeling far from calm.  "I don't even want him."

   "Oh, yeah.  Like you weren't crawling all over him Saturday night.  I
heard all about it."

   Trudy moved quickly forward as if intending to strike Kristina. 
Kristina held out her hands to ward off any blows.

   "Excuse me, ladies.  May I join you?" Kristina, Trudy and Janet were all
startled by the interruption.  No one had noticed Gloria's arrival.

   Trudy glared accusingly at Janet (fine lookout she was) and then said,
"Get out of here.  We're just having a talk and it's private."

   "Yes, I could tell it was a ladylike discussion and I'm here to make
sure it stays ladylike."

   "Get her out of here," Trudy ordered.

   "You heard her," said Janet and gave Gloria her most threatening glare.

   "Look at this first," said Gloria.  She reached to her waist and yanked
her top to above her bra.  "You see this scar on my boob?" She pointed at a
long thin slash mark that started at her collar bone and disappeared behind
her left bra cup.  "I got this in a fight with another girl."

   "Yeah, so?" Janet was looking confused.

   "I gave the girl who gave me this scar one of her own only it's on her
face."

   Janet paled visibly and said, "I'm outta here."

   "Wait!" Trudy yelled.  "I'm going with you!" She started past Gloria but
the girl grabbed her.

   "I want to talk to you," said Gloria.  "Meet me by your car after
school."

   "I don't want to talk to you," Trudy hissed and tried to shrug off her
grasp.

   "That's too bad," Gloria replied.  "I know your daddy just gave you that
brand new car and he's going to be real disappointed in the dings and
scratches that you're going to be getting on it."

   Trudy gasped.  "If you even come close to my car I'll..." The girl
clamped her mouth shut and didn't finish her sentence.  Gloria had let go
of her so Trudy made good on her escape.

   Kristina sighed with relief.  "Thank you so very much.  I don't what I
would have done if you hadn't happened along."

   "You're welcome," said Gloria, "but I just didn't happen along.  I told
you to watch out for Trudy." She winked at Kristina.  "C'mon.  I'll walk
back with you.  Stay near the teachers until things calm down."

   Kristina smiled at her friend.  "I'll take your advice from now on," she
said.  Well, it looks as if I have two guardian angels the young coed
thought.  Still, it didn't seem like enough to guard against Rick.

   Trudy's heart started thumping hard in her chest when she saw Gloria
standing by her car.  She was hoping the coed hoodlum wasn't serious about
wanting to meet with her after school.  There was certainly nothing to talk
about.  The two had nothing in common.

   "What do you want to say?" said Trudy.

   "Let's go for a drive," Gloria replied.  "I want this to be private."

   "Just tell me here.  No one's around to listen." Trudy wanted to get
home and find out if Rick had called.  She'd avoided talking to him at
school in order to punish him.

   Gloria just shrugged.  "It's too bad you've already got a scratch on the
door." Trudy gasped and rushed over to the passenger side door where Gloria
was standing.

   "Where?" she demanded.

   "Oh, I guess it was just my imagination.  Now, open the fucking door for
me or it'll be for real next time." The two girls glared at each other for
a while but it was finally Trudy who buckled under Gloria's intimidating
stare.  Gloria heard the alarm system disarm and the doors unlock.  She
smiled at Trudy, opened the door and got in.  Gosh, she liked the new car
smell.

   "I don't know where you want to go," said Trudy.  She hoped no one had
seen Gloria get in the car with her.

   "Just drive over to the old fire trail parking area.  No one ever goes
there at this time of day." Trudy shrugged and started the car.  The area
she talked about was just a five minute drive.  Best to get this out of the
way so she could be rid of this crazy bitch.  On weekends it was a lovers
lane.

   "Now, will you tell me what you want to say?" said Trudy.

   "Well, I kind of noticed that you were getting turned on when I was
showing you guys my scar and that kind of turned me on."

   "What!  What are you talking about?" exclaimed Trudy incredulously. 
"You didn't turn me on.  You disgusted me.  Now, if that's all you had to
say I'm driving back to town and I'd prefer to drive back alone so get the
fuck out of my car."

   "That wasn't all I wanted to say but I guess I should show you now,"
Gloria responded.  She pulled her top off and was nude from the waist up.
The teenager giggled.  "I took off my bra in the girls' restroom just after
school let out." She giggled again.  "I see you're getting turned on
again."

   "I'm not turned on, damn you.  Get out of my car!" Trudy would have
jumped out of the car already if it wasn't her car.  Gloria is a crazy
Lesbian and she's making a play for me thought Trudy.  She reached over
Gloria to open the passenger door and push her out but Gloria merely
grabbed Trudy and pinned the girl against her own body.

   "I knew you wanted me.  You're already in my arms."

   "I don't want you!  Let go of me!" Trudy struggled to free herself from
Gloria's grip but she couldn't get any leverage.  She only succeeded in
tiring herself out.  Anger turned to panic when she felt her bra unclipped
and Gloria sliding a hand under the loosened garment to cup her bare boob.

   "Well now, if anyone happens by we're just a couple of girls being queer
for each other," said Gloria.

   "I'm not queer," Trudy wailed.  Tears started flowing from her eyes. 
"L-look, if Kristina put you up to this because of what happened today;
tell her I won't try to see Rick anymore.  I'll give her a clear field."

   "Kristina didn't put me up to this.  She's too nice of a girl but I
admit I wanted to do this to help her out.  Frankly, I can't see what she
finds fascinating about Rick.  The boy is such an arrogant bastard, don't
you think so?  Anyway, since Kristina is the only person willing to be my
friend it's only proper that I come to her aid whenever I can." Gloria
snickered.  "I think you and your friends should have been nicer to me."

   "I'm sorry," Trudy whined.  "I'll be nicer from now on.  I promise."

   "Oh, I'm sure you're going to be lot nicer to me because as of today
you're my bitch."

   "I'm your what?  I'm not...  ow!  Shit!  You pinched me!"

   "I'll pinch you a lot more if you don't do as I say.  Your nipples will
be sore for a month.  Now don't fight me when I take off your top and bra."

   "No," Trudy whined but didn't resist when Gloria loosened her grip on
the coed.  She was a coward when it came to pain and didn't want to be hurt
again.

   "You look very pretty," Gloria said when Trudy was as bare breasted as
her.  "We're going to have lots of fun."

   "I don't want that type of fun," Trudy whimpered.

   "I'm not giving you much of a choice," Gloria replied.  Her hand
wandered down to Trudy's waist and unsnapped her jeans.  Trudy gasped and
struggled a bit more but she was truly helpless.

   "Please, don't.  My reputation will be shot if we're caught like this."

   "Why should I care about your reputation?"

   "Oh god!" Trudy cried when she felt Gloria's hand slide underneath her
panties.  Only Rick had touched her there before.  "I-if I accept you as
part of the group then the other girls will accept you too."

   Gloria thought she could care less about being accepted into the social
fabric of that school but she was interested despite herself.  The teenager
appeared to think about it while she continued to manually explore Trudy
below the waist.  Her finger found the girl's clitoris and Gloria smiled
with satisfaction as Trudy relaxed her legs to allow her better access. 
She was blushing so prettily that Gloria just knew she was going to own
Trudy.  "Is Kristina included?" Gloria said.

   Trudy nodded her head.  "I really should be mad at Rick.  Kristina
certainly couldn't have forced Rick to go out with her.  Also, since I
never made Kristina feel welcome there wasn't any reason why she shouldn't
compete for the same guy."

   "I still want you for my bitch.  That's not up for negotiation."

   "I don't care," Trudy said shyly, "as long as no one else finds out."
Gloria nodded her head.  There were too many benefits for keeping their new
relationship secret versus publicly humiliating the girl.

   "You won't have anything to worry about as long as you do exactly what I
want," said Gloria.  She moved her hand to the back of Trudy's head and
guided her lips to her own.  They sealed the deal with a long sensuous kiss
and Trudy finally relaxed in her new lover's arms.

   "Was it true what you told us about how you got your scar?" said Trudy.
She was now studying Gloria's scar with great interest, even tracing it
with her finger from the collar bone to within an inch of her nipple.

   "It was true," said Gloria.  "The fight was over a boy if you can
believe that.  He was a worthless bastard and not worth fighting over but
there were issues of respect involved."

   "Gosh," said Trudy.  "I don't think any boy is worth getting scarred
over, even Rick."

   "Especially Rick," said Gloria, "but Kristina is going to have to find
that out her self.  At least now she can see him as often as she likes."

   "I guess I should hate you for that but I don't.  You're right.  Rick is
an arrogant bastard but Kristina will figure it out eventually."



   ------

   Chapter 6

   "Get in," said Rick.  Kristina obeyed and climbed into the passenger
side of her tormentor's car.  She had already braced herself for another
sexual assault.  It seemed inevitable.  The only thing bothering her at the
moment was seeing her friend Gloria driving off with Trudy.  Kristina
wished she knew what that was all about.  Was Trudy trying to turn Gloria
against her?  The 17-year-old coed knew Gloria was unlikely to be swayed by
what Trudy might say to her but Kristina still worried.  "What would you
like to do?"

   Kristina was taken aback by Rick's question.  I'd like to be taken home
and be left alone is what the girl wanted to say but she knew she was
probably being tested.  "Anything you like," Kristina finally said.  That
had to be a safe answer.  She actually felt reassured when Rick reached
over and merely caressed her thigh.

   Rick was already trying to think of ways to have fun with Kristina.  He
could fuck her, of course, but he'd already done that.  He could turn the
bitch over to his buddies for a gang fuck but he'd already done that with a
couple of other bitches.  He could force Kristina into a girl-on-girl thing
but he didn't know of any girls who'd admit to swinging both ways.  Trudy
certainly wouldn't try it.  Rick definitely wanted to be creative when it
came to the pretty coed sitting beside him.  The young man had just about
settled on a blowjob when he saw Kristina's sister and two cousins walking
home from school.  He quickly pulled over.  "Jump in, you guys," Rick
called.  "Let's go get a milkshake,"

   "Thank you, Rick," said Becky when she climbed into the back seat. 
Laura and Michelle each added their own thanks.  Kristina studied Rick's
face as if his intentions might be printed on it.  She didn't want the
girls with them but there was no reasonable way to veto Rick's invitation.

   "Do you guys have much homework?" she asked as a trial balloon.

   "I just have some spelling words to study for a vocabulary test," said
Laura.

   "We won't be that long," Rick responded as if he knew what Kristina
meant.  He caressed Kristina's thigh once more.  The pretty coed shivered.
The caress that seemed reassuring a few moments before now seemed
threatening.  She was glad the girls couldn't see into the front seat.

   Rick drove to a nearby coffee shop and they sat at a booth.  He and
Kristina sat on one side of the booth while Becky, Laura and Michelle sat
together on the other side.  Kristina was trapped against the wall.  Rick
started to take advantage of the situation and began to grope her once more
under the table.  The unfortunate coed considered this just another
calculated humiliation.  It wasn't enough that Kristina was willing to
submit to Rick but she had to display her submission in front of her
relatives.  At least that's how she felt even though the girls couldn't see
where the boy's hand traveled.  "Please don't do this," Kristina whispered
desperately in Rick's ear.

   "I love you too," responded Rick enough loud for the others to hear. 
The girls giggled and Kristina could feel herself blushing hotly to the
roots of her hair.  She gasped when Rick's fingers began to caress her
clitoris through the fabric of her panties.

   "What's the matter, Kristina?" Becky said.

   "Nothing," Kristina responded but communicated just the opposite.  She
felt panicky and desperate.  Was her tormentor going to make her cum right
there at the table?  The trouble was that it felt so good despite her
distress.  The coed grabbed at Rick's arm but couldn't budge it.  She
figured the girls had to know what was going on underneath the table.  They
couldn't be that naïve.  Yet they didn't seem to mind and began to talk
among themselves.  "Please don't.  Not here," she whispered once more and
pleaded with her eyes.

   "Do you love me?" Rick whispered back.

   "Yes," Kristina whined.  She knew that's what Rick wanted to hear.

   "Then tell me loud enough for the others to hear."

   "I love you, Rick," Kristina blurted and for a moment she meant it.  She
didn't resist when the young man kissed her deeply and responded in kind.

   "Hooray," the girls chorused and then clapped and giggled.  Kristina
sighed in relief when Rick removed his hand from her crotch and put it back
on the table.  The milkshakes arrived soon after and Kristina barely had
time to pull down her skirt.

   "Come sit by me for a while, Becky," said Rick.  "I want to tell you
something so no one else can hear."

   "You two can talk just where you're sitting," Kristina protested but she
was ignored.  Becky quickly moved to the other side of the table and sat on
the other side of Rick.  They started whispering to each other in a low
tone so that Kristina couldn't hear them.  She heard her sister giggle and
then move back to join her cousins.  Everyone engaged in small talk until
they finished their shakes except Kristina who just sipped a little at hers
and then left it alone.  She was worried about what Rick might have said to
Becky.  Kristina was relieved when the girls finished their shakes and Rick
took them home.

   "What did Rick tell you?" Kristina asked her sister.

   "Nothing really," Becky responded.  "I think he just wanted to tease you
for some reason."

   "Oh," said Kristina.  She might have probed a little deeper but the
teenager was distracted by hearing her cousins giving their mother a blow
by blow description of Kristina's declaration of love for Rick and them
kissing.  Kristina fled to her bedroom in embarrassment and humiliation. 
Now she was the subject of family gossip.  "What next?" she uttered in
frustration.

   Kristina plopped down her books on her small study desk and
absentmindedly picked up a bag that was there.  It wasn't there that
morning.  "Oh no!" she cried when she examined its contents; a half dozen
condoms and a pamphlet describing birth control methods.  How did her Aunt
Rita find out she'd been having sex?  Someone must have told her.  There
was a knock at the door and Rita popped her head in.

   "May I speak to you for a few minutes, honey?" The older woman walked in
and sat down on the edge of the bed.

   "Aunt Rita, I--" The poor girl was at a loss for words.  All she wanted
to do was cry.

   "Please don't be upset with me," said Rita.  "I just found out by
accident."

   "But--"

   "I'm not upset with you and I'm certainly not making judgments," Rita
added.  "Heaven knows I'm the last person in the world who should be doing
that.  Oh, I know what can happen when a boy and a girl fall in love.  It
happened to me...  lots of times."

   "Aunt Rita, I'm not--"

   "Please don't think I'm trying to break up your relationship with a nice
boy although I understand he's kind of wild.  I just don't want anything to
happen that you might not be ready for.  Rick would certainly be quite a
catch for any girl but I know from sad experience that getting pregnant
isn't the way to do it."

   "I don't want to get pregnant--"

   "I'm very glad to hear that, Kristina.  I love sex just as much as
anyone but after two babies and no man the girls could call Daddy, I
started taking precautions.  You should too."

   "Please listen to me, Aunt--"

   "I'll always be glad to listen to your concerns, Kristina." Aunt Rita
stood up and smiled pleasantly.  "I'm so glad we had this conversation.  By
the way, since you're now sexually active I took the liberty of making an
appointment for you with my gynecologist.  The trouble is that her practice
is in Sacramento and you'll have to miss a day of school."

   "That's all right, Aunt Rita.  Thank you."

   Rita hugged her niece and said, "May I ask just one personal question?"

   "What's that?"

   "How big is his Twinkie?"

   "His Twinkie?"

   "You know...  the part where all the cream filling comes out...  his
prick?" Kristina blushed when she finally understood and held her hands
apart.  What was the point of playing dumb?  She just wanted this
conversation to be over.  "Is that all?" Rita responded.  "That's must be
disappointing for you but maybe he knows how to use it.  Size isn't
everything.  I know if I was a few years younger or he was a few years
older I sure wouldn't be kicking Rick Peters out of my bed." The older
woman giggled and finally left.

   Kristina sighed and lay down on her bed.  That wasn't a useful
conversation.  It was all one-sided.  The 17-year-old wished that she could
have opened up to her aunt and told her what was really going on; that Rick
Peters was a common criminal extorting sex from her in return for not
touching Becky.  Kristina figured her Aunt Rita meant well but now her aunt
was under the impression that her niece was enjoying casual sex.  That
couldn't be further from the truth.  She wasn't enjoying sex at all.  Well,
that wasn't quite true.  She wondered about her aunt's comment about the
size of Rick's thing.  It seemed quite large to Kristina but apparently
there were men with ones even larger than Rick's.  How was that possible?
Kristina felt like she was being torn apart when Rick first raped her.  The
young woman absentmindedly touched herself and imagined some anonymous man
with a giant prick about to penetrate her sex.

   "Thinking about Ricky?" said a voice from the open door.

   "My god!  Can't I get any privacy in this house?" Kristina had been
caught red-handed touching herself.  She'd been in such a reverie she
didn't hear the door open.

   "This is my room too," said Becky.  She walked in and closed the door.
"I love you, Rick," the girl mimicked.  "I want to have your baby."

   "Just shut your darned mouth, Becky.  I didn't say that.  You don't know
what the heck you're talking about."

   "I do so know what I'm talking about.  Everyone heard you tell Rick you
loved him and I overheard Aunt Rita and you talking about babies."

   "You nosy bitch!  You were spying on us." Kristina was beginning to
dislike her little sister quite a lot but she knew she still had an
obligation to protect her no matter how obnoxious she might become.  She
felt ashamed for calling her sister a name.

   Becky just shrugged her shoulders.  It was true.  She was spying.  There
wasn't any shame in that when you were watching out for the man she loved
and who loved her.  Yes, it was Becky who Rick loved, not Kristina.  Becky
was sure of that so she could be excused if she was feeling a bit arrogant.
The young girl wished Rick would just get it over with and dump Kristina so
they could be together.  She was feeling less guilty about having to take
Rick away from Kristina.  "I don't get it," Becky complained.  "You're
always angry when I try to talk to you about Rick.  If he upsets you that
much, why don't you dump him?"

   "I wish I could," Kristina muttered.

   "What did you say?"

   "I don't want to talk about it, okay?" the pretty coed retorted.  "You
wouldn't understand anyway." Kristina was right.  Becky had ceased paying
her sister any attention.  She was busy thinking about meeting Rick
again... later that evening.

   One advantage of living in a small town was that no one was afraid of
taking a stroll after dark.  Aunt Rita was pretty lenient with the girls as
long as they had their homework and chores done.  Becky strolled down to
the end of the block and then entered a secluded stand of trees.  "Rick?"
she called.  It was already dark and she could barely see.

   "Over here, babe." Becky's eyes finally adjusted to the gloom and she
saw her lover lying down.  He had spread a blanket over a bed of pine
needles.  She rushed over, fell beside him and started covering his face
with kisses.  Rick began to rub his hands up and down the young girl's
body. He was surprised and pleased she was just wearing a simple dress
and...  holy shit...  no panties.  Becky giggled when the young man
caressed her bare bottom.

   "I'm all ready for you," said Becky.

   "You sure are," Rick agreed.  He unzipped his fly and exposed his
throbbing cock.

   "Are you going to fuck me now?"

   "I sure am.  Sit like this.  I want you on top this time." Becky
followed the young man's instructions and impaled herself on his prick. 
Instinctively she began riding Rick's dong like she'd been doing it her
whole life.  The young girl felt so full yet was thoroughly enjoying it. 
It didn't hurt like the first time.  She slowed down her pace and began to
talk.

   "Do you love me?"

   "You know I do."

   "More than Kristina?"

   "I don't love Kristina at all."

   "Then why are you still seeing her?"

   "I tried talking to her about how I felt about you but she got all mad
and jealous."

   "Honest?"

   "Honest!  I'm sure she'll make sure I can't see you if I break up with
her.  She's that jealous of you.  I'd rather put up with her than lose you
completely."

   "The bitch!" No wonder I can't talk to her about Rick the young girl
thought.  Kristina's jealous of me.  "My aunt knows about you two having
sex with each other.  They were talking about babies this afternoon."

   "No shit?" The poor fellow almost lost his erection.  Maybe it was time
to lose Kristina all together.  He'd hate to ask his parents for money so
that Kristina could get an abortion.  They were still pissed about the last
time it happened with a girl.  Yeah, maybe it was time to dump Kristina and
her stupid bitch of a sister too.

   "I'm not lying," Becky assured her lover.  She began to speed up her
pace and it wasn't long before Rick was pouring sperm directly into the
young girl's womb.  She collapsed exhausted on the boy's chest.

   "I have to get going," Rick said after a few moments.  "You have to get
going too or they might come looking for you."

   "I suppose so," Becky answered.  Gosh!  She wanted to stay with Rick
forever.  The young girl wouldn't care if she never saw the people living
in that house ever again.  She got up and felt Rick's cum oozing out of her
cunt, forming in rivulets and running down her thighs.  It felt kind of
cold and uncomfortable but she was willing to put up with it until she got
home.  "Will I see you tomorrow?"

   "I sure hope so," Rick said without committing himself.  He kissed her
gently and picked up his blanket.  "Good night, babe." Becky watched as he
wandered off into the darkness.

   "We saw what you were doing," said a voice behind Becky.  She jumped but
stifled her scream when she recognized her cousin's voice.  It was Laura.

   "You scared the heck out of me!" Did she say we?  Who else was there? 
Was she in trouble?

   "What's it like?" said Michelle's voice.

   "What's what like?"

   "What's it like what you were doing with Rick?" Michelle flipped on a
flashlight and Becky could finally see her two cousins.

   "If you promise not to say anything to anyone about this I'll answer
your questions, okay?" Becky realized they were more curious about fucking
than about catching her doing something naughty.

   "We won't say anything," said Laura.  "What's it like?"

   "Well, the first time hurt like crazy but that was just for a little
while and then it got to feel really neat.  That's when he squirts his
stuff inside you that makes babies." In a moment of inspiration Becky
lifted the hem of her dress and displayed the pecker tracks on her legs to
her awestruck cousins.

   "Will you have his baby now?" said Michelle.

   "Will he do that to us," asked Laura.  "I'd like to try it but I
wouldn't want to get pregnant."

   "I don't think so," Becky replied trying to answer both questions. 
"You'll have to get your own boyfriend." Rick belongs to me," she added
possessively.

   "I thought he belonged to Kristina," said Michelle.

   "I can ask him if he wants to," said Becky.  Was Michelle's comment a
vague threat to tell on her?  Becky was feeling a bit threatened.  Rick
wasn't officially hers yet and now Laura and Michelle sounded like they
wanted a piece of the action.  She hoped Rick wouldn't be too mad if she
asked him to do her cousins too.  Maybe they'll forget about it by tomorrow
the young girl hoped.  "Let's go inside.  I'm getting cold." Becky dropped
the hem of her dress and followed her cousins back to the house.



   ------

   Chapter 7

   If Kristina Bailey knew how much Trudy Morgan regretted having
confronted the former over Rick Peters, Kristina probably would have been
gloating over the whole matter if she were that type of girl but she didn't
know and she wasn't that type of girl.  Trudy had been on the telephone
trying to tell one and all that Kristina was no longer the enemy.  Having
muddied the waters in the first place, Trudy was discovering how long it
took things to settle down compared to stirring things up.

   Of course, Trudy had to be subtle about how she handled things also. 
Everyone knew about her humiliation being stood up by Rick but if anyone
found about what happened with Gloria...  well, her reputation would be
ruined and she might as well slit her wrists open and end it all right now.
The other thing that made it difficult was Kristina's aunt's reputation. 
Everyone was all too willing to believe the worst about Kristina because
they already believed it about Rita.

   To top it off, Trudy was desperate to escape Gloria's clutches.  She
couldn't believe how easily she'd succumbed to that bitch's threats and
intimidation.  Now that she was away from that awful girl Trudy cringed
when she relived the experience in her mind.  Trudy didn't want to be
anyone's bitch...  well, unless it was someone hunky like Rick.  She
wondered if she'd forgive Rick if he apologized to her for standing her up
on their date.

   The pretty coed had pleaded illness to her mother and stayed home from
school so she wouldn't have to face Gloria.  Maybe if she stayed away for a
few days the Chicana bitch would lose interest in her.  If Rick would only
call or come over so they could talk then maybe...  the front doorbell
brought Trudy out of her thoughts and sent her scurrying toward the door.
It could only be Rick.  The teenager wasn't going to forgive Rick easily
but she was going to forgive him.  Then she would be under her boyfriend's
protection and Gloria would stop bothering her.  She threw open the door
and gasped, "You!"

   "Yes, it's me," said Gloria.  "I've come to see how you're feeling."

   "I'm feeling awful," Trudy retorted and tried to close the door but it
was too late.  Gloria was already through the threshold.

   "That's too bad," Gloria replied.  "Do you have a fever?" She reached up
to feel Trudy's forehead but the pretty blonde backed away.

   "Shouldn't you be in school?" Trudy nervously eyed a cloth bag Gloria
was carrying.

   "When I heard you were out sick I suddenly took on a chill myself,"
Gloria replied with a giggle.  "Now we'll have the whole day together."

   "I really am sick, Gloria." Trudy started coughing violently.

   "Oh, well then I get to play nurse." Gloria held up the bag she brought.
"Did you know I plan to go into the medical field when I graduate?"

   Trudy could only guess what was in the bag.  On second thought she
didn't want to do even that.  "Please leave, Gloria.  I did everything you
wanted me to.  I called everyone I knew and told them it wasn't Kristina's
fault.  Just give it some time, okay?"

   "That's good," Gloria replied.  "I'm sure you did everything you could
for poor Kristina.  Now we can have some fun."

   "Wha-what kind of fun?  I-I'm not a Lesbian.  Yesterday was a mistake."

   "It sounds like we're having second thoughts about our new relationship,
are we?"

   "That's exactly it," Trudy affirmed.  The pretty coed didn't like the
tone of voice Gloria used but her statement pretty much summed it up.  "Now
I think it's time for you to leave." Trudy felt surer of herself compared
to yesterday since she was in her own home.  She could always call the cops
and have Gloria arrested for trespassing.

   "I came prepared just in case I had to fine-tune your attitude," Gloria
replied as she reached into her bag and brought out an object.

   "What is it?" Trudy asked.

   "What does it look like?"

   "A paddle?" Trudy gasped when she realized her fellow coed's intentions
and turned to dart for the bathroom and lock herself in.  It was already
too late.  Gloria had grabbed the unfortunate girl by the hair and was
dragging her toward the living room couch.  Trudy screamed at the top of
her lungs but there was no escape and no mercy.

   Thirty minutes later Trudy was naked.  Her rear cheeks were bright red
from a beating she received from Gloria.  She had a butt plug up her ass
and a dildo up her snatch.  The teenager's hands and feet were tied so she
was in a kneeling position.  She was kneeling between Gloria's legs and her
nose being tickled by the hair of her classmate's exposed vulva.  "Do you
have any more second thoughts about our relationship, slave?" said Gloria.

   "No, mistress," Trudy replied.

   "Fine, then get busy." The dominant female spread her external labia
exposing the bright coral of her inner labia.

   "Yes, mistress." Trudy stuck out her tongue and began her task.

   Kristina briefly wondered what happened to Gloria.  She'd seen her
friend early that morning just before classes but hadn't had time to talk
to her.  Now she realized Gloria was gone.  Well, she couldn't worry about
it.  She'd just follow her friend's advice and stick close to a teacher
during breaks and try to avoid Rick Peters as best as she could.  Of
course, after school offered no such protection from Rick's clutches and
she'd at his complete mercy...  or more likely his lack of it.  Well, it
would all be worth it as long as Rick kept his grubby hands off Becky.

   She briefly wondered how long Rick would continue to toy with her. 
She'd overheard a conversation between two girls that suggested Rick was
easily bored.  Kristina would welcome that possibility but Rick didn't seem
to have tired of her yet.  The pretty coed looked at her watch.  It was
nearly the end of school and time to go meet her tormentor.

   Rick looked over at Kristina who was sitting quietly in the car seat
beside him as they headed out of town.  The bitch had taken to her training
very nicely and was as docile they came but it was time to get rid of her.
Becky's story about Kristina and her aunt talking about pregnancy had put a
scare into him.  Too bad.  The young man had other fish to fry though.  The
area he lived in was booming and there were already more newly arrived
coeds to set his sights on.  Kristina would be just a fond memory in a
couple of weeks.  He could always give her to one of his buddies and still
use her occasionally in the future.  In any event Rick was going give this
bitch a nice little surprise before he officially dumped her.  Yeah!  And
he might even make a little bit of money out of it just for kicks.

   "Where are we going?" Kristina asked.  The question brought Rick out of
his reverie.  He tried to smile as innocuously as possible but it was hard.

   "I got us a motel room just about ten minutes out of town.  It's quiet,
private and no one will know us." Kristina just nodded.  She didn't like
the idea of going out of town and especially with Rick but she knew it
wouldn't do any good to protest.

   "Here we are," Rick said and pulled into the driveway of a motel-diner.
It looked to Kristina more like a shabby truck shop than anything that
would cater to families.  There were several big rigs parked nearby and men
were milling about the front of the diner.  "Wait here," Rick added.  "I'll
be right back."

   "Okay," Kristina replied.  She wasn't about to step out of the car for
anything without Rick being there.  The men standing nearby had spotted her
and were even pointing and staring at her like they were starving Kristina
was on the menu.  When Rick signaled her Kristina scurried over to meet
him. The room was small and shabby looking but at least it appeared clean
to Kristina.  The young coed turned and faced Rick who took her in his arms
and kissed her tenderly.

   "Get undressed," he finally said.  Kristina nodded and followed
instructions.  When she was down to her bra and panties Kristina forced a
smile.

   "Aren't you going to get undressed too?"

   "I have to go back to the motel office for a few minutes," the young man
replied.  He reached behind Kristina and unhooked her bra.  "I want you
completely undressed and under the covers when I get back, okay?" Rick
returned Kristina's smile and kissed her again.  "Back in a few," he
promised as he walked out the door.

   Kristina finished undressing and crawled between the starched white
sheets of the motel bed.  The young lady was glad Rick wasn't being mean or
demanding this time.  Nor did he seem intent on humiliating her.  Maybe it
wouldn't be so bad today.  Kristina closed her eyes and waited for Rick to
return.

   Rick Peters scanned the parking lot for potential clients.  There seemed
to be quite a few likely prospects.  The motel had a reputation for being a
place where hookers hung out.  It was far enough out of town so the local
citizen's didn't complain and the sheriff wasn't the type to take any
initiative action.  Rick thought it would be fun to play the pimp and get
some truckers to fuck Kristina.  He'd reap some cash and it would be a
fitting farewell to his relationship with Kristina.  The only regret he had
was that the young man probably wouldn't get a chance to further corrupt
her sister Becky.

   Rick spotted two well-dressed men who looked prosperous.  They had just
come out one of the motel rooms and were engaged in a conversation.  Well,
Rick decided, he might as well go for as much as he could.  It would
something to brag about with his buddies; that he had pimped out the
stuck-up Kristina Bailey.

   "Excuse me, gentlemen," Rick said as he approached the men.  "Would
either of you happen to be in law enforcement?"

   "I'm afraid not," the older of the men replied.  "Are you in some kind
of trouble?"

   "Oh, no, it's nothing like that.  I was just wondering if you'd like to
go to a party."

   The two men laughed.  "I'm afraid you're not our type."

   "You misunderstand," Rick said with a sheepish grin.  "It's for my young
attractive girlfriend who's waiting in one of the motel rooms." Damn!  They
almost took me for gay thought Rick.

   "Uh huh," said the older man.  "So, what's the price of admission to
this party?"

   "Her usual rate is $200 for a half hour but I'm sure she'd do both of
you at the same time for $300.  What do you think?"

   "The price seems right, Joey.  What do you think we should do?"

   Joey, the younger man, punched Rick in the gut and watched him topple to
his knees.  "That's what I think we should do," Joey replied.

   Rick was out of breath and in pain.  He was scared and was close to
crying.  Finally gulping a breath he said, "W-what was that for?"

   "This is our territory, asshole," said Joey.  "We don't appreciate you
and your whore trying to set up shop and take away business."

   "L-look, uh, there's been some kind of mistake.  I'm not a pimp and I'm
not trying to horn in on your business.  I...  I picked up this bitch
hitchhiking on the highway a ways back.  She said she was on her way to
Reno and if I could help her raise some money she'd let me fuck her. 
Honest!  It's the truth."

   "Didn't your folks ever tell you not to pick up hitchhikers?" said Joey.
"It's dangerous and you could get hurt.  Isn't that right, Mr.  Pickering?"

   "That's right, Joey," said Mr.  Pickering.  "Now, young man, I think
you'd better pack your gear, grab your lady friend and get on the road. 
You have ten minutes before Joey stops being so gentle with you."

   "Ten seconds is all I need." Rick dropped the motel key card on the
ground and ran for his car.  He peeled rubber out of the parking lot and
was gone.  The two men watched as Rick's car sped out of sight.

   "He forgot his girl friend," said Joey.

   "I don't think he'll be returning for her."

   "I suppose we could audition her.  We do have openings."

   Mr.  Pickering nodded.  "We'll need a witness.  Tell Emmy to bring her
video camera." He took the key card from his colleague and headed to the
office to find out which room it belonged to.

   Kristina had just about drowsed off when she heard the door open. 
"Lucy, I'm home," said a strange man's voice.  Kristina gasped.  Someone
was in her room by mistake.  She held the blanket close to her chest.

   "I-I'm afraid you have the wrong room," Kristina called.  She watched
two men and a woman walk in.  The older man looked at the key card.

   "I wonder how that happened," said the older man.  "Maybe it's you who
has the wrong room.  After all, my card fits."

   "My husband will be right back," said the young woman who was beginning
to panic.  "Now please leave or I'll call the manager."

   "Heh, heh!  Your so-called husband is long gone.  Before he left he told
us you're a professional hooker," said Joey.  "You're going to jail for
soliciting prostitution."

   "What?" gasped Kristina.  "There's been some kind of mistake...  no,
don't!  I'll scream!" Mr.  Pickering was beginning to disrobe.

   "Don't bother.  We'll do it for you.  Call the police, Joey," said the
one man.  "I guess this young lady wants to spend some time in jail."

   "Right away, Mr.  Pickering."

   "No, wait!  Please!" Kristina was crying now.  Where was Rick?  He
couldn't have abandoned her.  It didn't make sense.  Oh, what was the use?
Despair suddenly turned to desperation.  She looked around for a way to
escape but there was nothing.  She could try to make a break for it but
these people were between her and the door.  She was also completely naked.
"Please don't, uh Mr.  Pickering...  oh my god!" Mr.  Pickering dropped his
pants and briefs.  The man had a gigantic prick, at least in Kristina's
eyes.  It seemed twice as long and thick as Rick's.  Was this type of man
her Aunt Rita was talking about, the ones who made Rick's Twinkie look
small in comparison?  Was he going to use that on her?  How could possibly
fit inside her?  Well, that was what she thought about Rick, wasn't it? 
Kristina's cunt started to leak lubrication.

   "I can tell you like what you see," said Mr.  Pickering when he saw the
awe-struck teenager.  "This is sort of a job interview," the man added as
her moved to the side of the bed.  "We don't pay as well as the folks in
Reno but the cost of living is a bit lower here than there.  However, if we
like each other you might want to delay your trip for a while."

   "I'm not...  I'm not...  ," Kristina managed to say but the man was
already climbing into the bed with her and spreading her legs.  The
unfortunate girl felt too weak and helpless to resist and when he sank his
prick inside her she knew she couldn't even try.

   "Damn, you're as tight as a virgin.  I'll give you that.  Maybe the boy
was lying to us about, uh what's your name?"

   "Kristina," Kristina gasped as she felt the man's stretching her insides
and making herself feel...  wonderful; something she hadn't felt with Rick.
"Oh!" Kristina cried as she shuddered through an incredible cum.  The man
smiled but not in a mean or cruel manner and Kristina didn't feel
humiliated.  He looked more amused than anything else.  What sort of man
could take a woman against her will and yet make her not feel fear or
hatred toward him.  Kristina shuddered through three more cums before the
man emptied his load inside her.

   "Well, Kristina, I'm certainly think you could be successful around
here. I'm very pleased.  Do you want to try her out, Joey?  Joey is bigger
than me, by the way."

   "God!  No...  please," the young woman pleaded.  She'd forgotten about
other people in the room.  He looked over at Joey who was beaming at her
and behind him was the woman...  and she had a video camera!

   "Don't worry, Kristina," said Emmy.  "No one will see this except us as
long as you don't go blabbing to the police.  I'm Emmy.  I'm very pleased
to meet you, Kristina." Kristina wanted to die right there.  They had
recorded her having sex with Mr.  Pickering and were probably going to
blackmail her into becoming a prostitute.  She thought things had hit
bottom with Rick but this was a hundred times worse.

   "Is it true what you said about Rick abandoning me?"

   "Is that his name?" said Joey.  "It's true.  We caught him trying to
peddle your ass.  Then he took off like a jack rabbit when we confronted
him.  Believe me; you're better off without him.  He'll never be a
successful pimp." After hearing what Rick said about her Kristina felt
numb.

   "I'll kill him the next time I see him," Kristina swore.  She didn't
know why she thought she could confide in these people but she went ahead
and told him her story.

   "Gosh!  That was rotten of him to pull that kind of shit," said Emmy. 
"I know that guy's father.  He's a client of mine.  Say, I know you too. 
You're Rita Martin's niece, aren't you?"

   "Is that right?" said Mr.  Pickering.  "If we had known who you were we
wouldn't have been so rough with you.  Your aunt works for me.  Did you
know that?"

   "You own the cocktail lounge where she works?"

   "No, she works for me just like Emmy does, as a hooker."

   "That's impossible!  My aunt works the lunch crowd at the Majestic Bar
as a cocktail waitress."

   Emmy giggled.  "If you think a cocktail waitress can make a living just
working the lunch trade you're pretty naïve.  The fact is she wasn't making
enough at the Majestic so she started doing some occasional work for Sam
here and then when her sister and brother in law died in a wreck she went
full time to meet expenses.  Say, I have a big mouth.  I'm sorry you found
out this way and I'm really sorry about your parents."

   "That's all right," the shocked teenager replied.  She knew what they
said about her aunt must be true.  Her Aunt Rita was a hooker.  Why should
they lie?  Kristina wanted to cry again but she felt all cried out.  "May I
get dressed now?"

   "Certainly," said Mr.  Pickering.  "Sorry about that, Joey."

   "No problem," Joey replied.  He winked at the teenager and said, "Maybe
some other time." He then left the room.  After instructing Emmy to give
Kristina a ride home Mr.  Pickering left also.

   "Sam and Joey may act tough but they're really a couple of creampuffs,"
said Emmy.  "Sam lets your Aunt Rita schedule her appointments when you
guys are in school.  Not every pimp would allow that.  Sam was impressed
with you.  He doesn't make a job offer to just anyone."

   "No offense but I don't want to go to work for Sam," Kristina replied.
"I want to finish high school and then go on to college."

   "Sam has coeds on the payroll, even a couple of them that go to your
high school.  They make good money and so can you.  Also, you'll have Joey
protecting you.  If Rick Peters bothers you again just tell Joey and he'll
break the bastard's legs.  Here, let me help you clean up.  You have a lot
of goop leaking out of you." She pushed Kristina back on the bed as she was
trying to put on her panties.

   "I can do it," Kristina protested but Emmy had a wet washcloth and
thrust her hand between the teenager's thighs.  "Don't," Kristina said
weakly.  Emmy wasn't just using the wash cloth on her privates but her
tongue and fingers too.

   "I'm bisexual," said Emmy conversationally, "as if you haven't already
guessed."

   "I'm not," said Kristina.  It gave her a creepy feeling but after all
that had happened so far it wouldn't be worth fighting over.

   "That's too bad," Emmy replied and stuck two fingers that were full of
goop in her mouth.  "I love Sam's cum.  I suck his cock every chance I get.
Do you suck cock?"

   "N-no, I don't," said Kristina.  "I couldn't do that.  May I finish
dressing?"

   "You should learn," Emmy replied.  "You suck a guy's cock, let him cum
in your mouth and swallow, well, he'll do anything for you after that." She
got up from the floor and stood by the door while Kristina finished
dressing.

   Kristina would most certainly not suck a guy's cock for love or money.
The idea disgusted her...  almost as much as Rick Peters disgusted her. 
She would get revenge on him if was the last thing she ever did.  Well,
Kristina had lots of other things to worry about first.  Not the least was
that tape of her having sex with Sam.  Emmy seemed to read her mind.  She
removed the cassette and handed it to the stunned teenager.  "You're giving
it to me?"

   "Sure," said Emmy.  "Keep it as a souvenir or throw in the fireplace. 
We're not worried."

   "You won't get in trouble with Sam?"

   "Sam would have taken the tape with him if was going to use it.  It's
sweet of you to worry about me like that." She kissed Kristina on the lips
and the young woman responded with her own.  Kissing another woman wasn't
so bad.

   "Sam asked me to give you this envelope," said Emmy.  She had just
dropped Kristina off at the end of her street.  Kristina would walk the
rest of the way.

   "What is it?"

   "I don't know.  Why don't you open it?"

   "I'll wait until I get home.  Thanks a lot." Emmy looked a little
disappointed but smiled and put the car into gear.

   "I'm so sorry," said Aunt Rita when Kristina arrived home.

   "Sorry about what?"

   "About your break up with Rick."

   "How did you know about that?"

   "I saw Rick at the Safeway.  He said you and he had a fight.  You got
out of the car and stomped off leaving your purse and books behind.  I put
them in your room.  Do you want to talk about it?"

   "No, I don't, Aunt Rita.  I want to be left alone.  Do you understand?"
Without waiting for an answer Kristina stomped off to her room.  Becky was
lucky she wasn't there.  Kristina would have really lit into her.  She
didn't realize how angry she was until Rita brought Rick.  She repeated her
vow of vengeance and lay down on her bed to think but falling asleep
instead.

   Becky knew her problem was solved when she saw Rick talking to one of
his high school friends out on Main Street.  "Hi, Rick," she called and
walked up to the pair.  "I'm Becky," said Becky to the boy with Rick.

   "I'm Dennis."

   "I'm pleased to meet you, Dennis.  Rick, do you think your friend would
like to do the same thing you and I did last night except with my cousins?"
Rick looked stunned for a moment.  He'd meant to tell her to get lost, that
he was through with her and Kristina.  But hey, why look a gift horse in
the mouth?

   "I was just talking to Dennis about something on this same topic,
Becky." The two young men looked at each other and both were grinning from
ear to ear.

   "I'm sorry I snapped at you, Aunt Rita.  I guess I was out of sorts. 
I'm all right now."

   "That's fine, honey.  I get that way sometimes myself.  Dinner is almost
ready.  Do you want to set the table?" Kristina looked at her aunt.  She
didn't look any different now that Kristina knew she was a prostitute. 
Aunt Rita must really love them a lot to sacrifice her self respect and
sell her body to strangers so they could all eat well and have a nice place
to live.  Kristina vowed once again to work hard in school so she could get
a good job and have her Aunt Rita quit the immoral life she was leading.



   ------

   Chapter 8

   "I can't fucking believe what I just heard."

   "I can't either, dude.  It sounds like we're both gonna get laid." Rick
was seconds away from telling the little bitch to get lost when she ups and
offers her cousins for a little orgy.  How lucky can a guy get?

   "When and where?" Dennis demanded.

   "Probably this Saturday.  I'll call you as soon as I confirm it with
Becky."

   "Cool!" The young man watched Dennis jump into his car and drive off.

   "Sucker!" Rick said when Dennis was gone.  There was no way he was going
to share two cherry bitches before he had a chance to break them in
himself. Dennis was going to be sitting at home waiting for a phone call
that wouldn't come.  Better yet, he'd send Dennis on a wild goose chase. 
Rick would nail Laura first and then Michelle.  After that he'd take on
Becky if he had any strength left or fuck her later.  Yeah, that Becky
wanted Rick to be hers exclusively now that he'd broken up with Kristina
but that wasn't going to happen.  Damn!  The young man knew he'd better be
resting up for the weekend.

   Three hundred dollars!  That's what was in the envelope Kristina had
received from Mr.  Pickering.  Three hundred dollars!  Kristina knew she
couldn't accept that money.  It definitely wasn't hush money.  Mr. 
Pickering wasn't afraid of her.  The money could only mean he wanted to pay
for services rendered; the sex session in the motel room.  Accepting it
would make her a prostitute, wouldn't it?  The money wasn't a lure for
Kristina if what the guy wanted to do was tempt her into entering the
profession.  Kristina Bailey wasn't a prostitute and never would be.  The
young woman tried to be angry with the man but she decided to forgive him.
It was Rick whom she'd never forgive.  She'd save all her hatred and anger
for him.

   Kristina hid the money in her underwear drawer.  She would return it at
the first opportunity.  But when would that be?  She didn't know where Mr.
Pickering had his offices and she couldn't exactly ask her Aunt Rita to
return the money to her pimp the next time she saw him.  Kristina felt too
distracted about the money to tell Rick what she thought of him and he
never did approach her.  It was just as well.  In fact, the school week
ended with Kristina doing nothing about Rick or the money.

   "What's the matter, honey?  Don't you feel all right?"

   "I feel all right, Mom."

   "No you're not.  You're burning up with fever.  Get back in bed,
Michelle.  I'm going to take your temperature."

   "But Mom!  It's the weekend and...  I have something to do...  with
Laura and Becky." The young girl ignored the glares from her sister and
cousin.  Her eyes began to fill with tears.

   "Well, it must be important if you're willing to go out with a fever. 
What are you girls planning today?"

   "We were just planning to go on a hike and maybe...  meet up with some
friends," Laura assured her mother.  "It's nothing Michelle should be upset
about.  We can do it again some other time when you're feeling better. 
Isn't that right, Becky?"

   "That's right, Laura," Becky agreed.  "We can do it again another day
when you're feeling better.  Okay, Michelle?"

   "Why don't you guys cancel out until I'm feeling better," Michelle
suggested.  She didn't like the idea of being left out of meeting with Rick
and his friends and doing the big nasty.

   "There's no reason for you to cancel," said Rita.  "You two go ahead and
do what you were planning to do.  Michelle is staying home today.  In fact,
I'll cancel my errands and stay home with you."

   "I can do your errands for you, Aunt Rita," Kristina offered.

   "Oh, thank you for offering," Rita replied, "but these are errands I'll
have to attend to personally." Kristina nodded.  She wondered if these
errands involved meeting with clients provided by Sam Pickering.  The young
woman blushed with the thought and again considered how much Rita loved
them to willingly sell her body like that.

   "I didn't make any plans for today," Kristina replied.  "I'll stay home
with Michelle."

   "Thank you, dear.  I appreciate that," said Rita.

   "I don't," Michelle grumped.

   Rita left about an hour later and then so did Becky and Laura.  Kristina
was alone with Michelle.  "Do you feel well enough for a board game,
Michelle, or shall we watch a video?" Kristina knew her cousin was still
upset about being left behind and wanted to distract her.

   "I feel well enough to go out, Kristina.  I can still catch up with
Laura and Becky.  Please let me go.  I promise my mom won't find out if you
do, please Kristina?"

   "I'm afraid that's not possible, honey.  Your mother wants you to rest
today.  Maybe tomorrow you'll be feeling better and then we can all go for
a hike.  How does that sound?"

   "It's not fair," Michelle fumed.  "Everybody gets to fuck with Rick
Peters except me."

   Kristina paled visibly.  "What did you say?"

   "Where's your sister," Rick asked as Becky and Laura climbed into his
car.

   "She didn't feel well this morning," said Becky answering for Laura. 
She made sure she was the one who sat in the seat next to Rick while Laura
sat in the back.  She held up her head and pursed her lips.  Rick obliged
her by giving her a kiss.  "Where are the others?"

   "We're going to meet them at the party," said Rick.  Becky nodded. 
Besides Dennis, there was to be another guy so that there would be one guy
to one girl.  Becky wanted to make sure she was Rick's one girl.  Since
Michelle couldn't make it Dennis and the other guy would have to share
Laura.

   Rick was disappointed Michelle wouldn't be there to be broken in but he
decided to be philosophical about it and not fret.  There was always a next
time to look forward to.  He drove the girls to a vacant house a few miles
out of town owned by his parents.

   "Where's Dennis?" Becky asked once they were inside.

   "I'm not sure," Rick replied.  "Him and a friend were already supposed
to be here when we arrived.  I hope his car didn't break down or something.
I just might have to take care of both of you." He took off his shirt to
show off in front of Laura.

   "We'll wait," said Becky.

   "You don't mind if I take care of you, do you Laura?" Rick gave Laura
his best smile.

   "I don't mind," Laura said with a giggle.  She liked the idea making out
with the handsome teenager.

   "Well, I mind," said Becky.  "You leave Rick alone.  He's my boyfriend."

   "He was Kristina's before you but that didn't stop you from taking him
from her." Rick loved being fought over by girls.  He was really enjoying
this.

   "Don't be a party pooper, Becky," said Rick.  "I'm still your boyfriend,
aren't I?  C'mon and join us."

   "No, thank you," Becky replied.  She glared at Becky for daring to make
out with Rick, her own boyfriend.  Rick already had Laura's top and bra
off. She began to wonder if Rick had this planned from the beginning.  Darn
Becky!  She'd get even with her for trying to steal Rick away from her. 
Darn both of them!

   "Where are Becky and Laura?" Kristina demanded.

   "I'm not supposed to tell you," murmured Michelle.

   "You have to tell me," Kristina retorted.  "Are they with Rick Peters?
Answer me or I'll..." The young woman raised her hand as if to strike her
cousin.  She would never have done it but it was enough to frighten
Michelle.

   "They're with Rick!  Becky invited us to a party with Rick and some
other guys...  Dennis, I think was one of them."

   "Where is this party?"

   "I don't know.  Rick was supposed to pick us up by the high school and
he was going to take us there."

   "Has Becky and Rick..." Michelle nodded her head.  "The little fool!"
Kristina fumed.  Well, if Becky was a little fool then Kristina was the
bigger fool for having trusted Rick to leave Becky alone in return for
Kristina being his virtual sex slave.  She'd get even if it was the last
thing she ever did but now Kristina would have to stop Rick for whatever he
was planning for Laura.  Thank goodness Michelle spilled the beans or
Kristina still wouldn't know.

   There was only one car in the family and Aunt Rita was using it. 
Kristina tried calling her cell number but it just went to her voice mail.
She didn't bother calling Rick's number.  She knew he wouldn't listen to
her threats even if he answered his phone.  The sheriff's office?  What
could she tell them?  They'd probably tell her to come to the station and
make a report.  The pretty coed instead hurried to the high school. 
Perhaps they hadn't been picked up by Rick yet.

   Kristina was disappointed and frustrated when she arrived at the high
school.  She didn't see the girls or Rick's car.  It was too late.  At that
point she felt like crying but then a car was driving by slowly.  It wasn't
Rick but she did recognize the driver.  "Dennis!" she screamed.  The car
stopped and Dennis lowered the car window.

   "Hi, Kristina.  How's it going?"

   "Where are my sister and cousin?"

   "How should I know?"

   "Michelle told me they were going to meet you and your friend at a
party. If either of you or Rick dare touch either one of them I'll see you
both in jail." Kristina tried to sound intimidating but Dennis seemed more
amused than anything else.

   "That's what was supposed to happen but apparently I got stood up." He
shrugged his shoulders.  "He'll get away with it.  He always does."

   "But..." Tears started welling from Kristina's cheeks.  "...  please
help me, Dennis.  I'll do anything!"

   "Like what?"

   The unfortunate young woman felt desperate.  She had to do something. 
"Would...  would you like a blowjob?"

   "Huh?"

   "Pull your car behind that tree," said Kristina.  Bewildered but
intrigued the young man obeyed his fellow student.  Was this some sort of
scam?  Kristina jumped into the car beside him and immediately placed her
hand on the fly of his jeans.  She began to gently massage the bulge and
felt it thicken and stiffen.  "Do you like that," the pretty coed asked.

   "Yeah," Dennis gasped.  Kristina smiled even though she was fighting to
control the tears that continued to fall.  The pretty woman unzipped the
fly and brought out Dennis' stiff dick.  It was larger than Rick's but not
nearly as large as Sam's.  Kristina guessed that men's pricks came in
different sizes just like women's boobs.

   "I've never done this before."

   "Not even for Rick?"

   "No, not even for Rick." It was now or never.  Kristina always thought
the idea of sucking a guy's cock was dirty and disgusting, something she
wouldn't even do for her husband.  She tentatively licked at the prick head
and heard Dennis suck in his breath.  He must be pleased she thought.  She
smelled sweat and soap, not so bad.  Feeling braver, Kristina took the
entire head in her mouth and began a bobbing motion.

   "Watch the teeth," Dennis warned.  Kristina grunted in understanding. 
She didn't want to hurt Dennis.  She wanted to bribe him into helping her
find the girls before it was too late.  Well, it was already too late for
Becky but maybe she could save Laura from being seduced by that bastard,
Rick.  After a couple of minutes the pretty coed began to worry about how
long it would take Dennis to cum but soon she felt the young man's prick
begin to swell slightly and she hoped he was ready.  Kristina pulled away.
"Finish it!  Please!" Dennis begged.

   "Do want to cum in my mouth?"

   "Yes!"

   "Do you want me to swallow?"

   "Yes, damn it!  Yes!"

   "Are you going to help me find Becky and Laura?"

   "Yes!" Emmy was probably right Kristina decided.  How had she put it? 
You suck a guy's cock and let him cum in your mouth and swallow.  They'll
do almost anything for you after that.  Well, she was going to find out if
Dennis was going to prove Emmy right or wrong.  She engulfed Dennis' cock
in her mouth once again.  After about another half minute she felt the
first burst of the young man's cum hit the back of her throat.  Kristina
panicked then and tried to pull away but Dennis had a firm grip on the back
of her head this time.  Swallow!  Swallow!  You promised she told herself.
Suppressing her gag reflex Kristina swallowed hard once...  twice...  three
times before Dennis' prick began to soften in her mouth.  The cum tasted
salty to Kristina; salty with a slimy feel as it slid down her throat.  She
felt his hand fall from the back of her head and finally was able to sit
up. She waited for Dennis to speak.

   "I think I know where this so-called party is," Dennis said finally. 
"It's out of town but not far." He started up his car and Kristina buckled
herself in.  After a minute of driving Dennis said, "I wanted to warn you
about the way Rick liked to treat girls but I figured you'd think I was
just being bitter about you turning me down for a date."

   "Rick raped me and then threatened to do the same thing to Becky if I
didn't cooperate with him," Kristina said.

   "I didn't know that," Dennis replied.  "The bastard!  I would have tried
to do more to stop him if I had known."

   "You tried to stop him?  How?"

   "It wasn't much, I'm afraid, but I ratted him out to Mr.  Francisco at
the dance and then I lied to him when I said Mr.  Francisco was on the
lookout for him earlier this week.  I also asked Gloria to help protect you
from Trudy when I heard she was gunning for you."

   "Thank you for doing that," said Kristina.  "I wish I had gone out with
you.  I guess I was a bit too shy for my own good." She ran her hand along
the young man's thigh and then stopped at his crotch.  Kristina smiled when
she felt his prick begin to respond.

   "We'll never get there if you keep on doing that," said Dennis.  "Why
didn't you call the sheriff's office when he raped you and threatened
Becky?"

   "I figured they wouldn't believe a newcomer over someone established in
the community."

   "Are you kidding?  The sheriff is willing to believe anything about
Rick. He knocked up the sheriff's granddaughter." He flipped open his cell
phone and began dialing a number.

   The sheriff must have been in the area because he pulled up to the house
the very same moment as Kristina and Dennis.  They could see Rick, Becky
and Laura standing by Rick's car.  "Are you all right?" said Kristina
anxiously.  It looked like they had arrived on time.  The girls were safe.

   "We're all fine," Rick announced.  They were dressed and out the door
just in time.  "I was just showing the girls the view from up here.  Hello,
Sheriff.  How are you?" He ignored Dennis.

   The sheriff looked disappointed that he wouldn't have a chance to arrest
Rick.  "Are you two okay?  Did that boy try anything with either one of
you?"

   "Of course, he didn't," said Laura.  "We just came up to have a look at
the view just like Rick said, right Becky?" Becky was about to agree with
her cousin until she saw Laura slip her hand into Rick's.  It was just too
much for the young girl.  Nobody was going to steal her guy and get away
with it and she didn't like the idea of being dumped by Rick.

   "That's not what happened," Becky declared.  "Laura and Rick had sex
with each other.  I told them not to but they did it anyway." Rick looked
shocked and was speechless but the sheriff just grinned and started
reciting Rick his rights.

   "If I was a better role model none of this would have happened," Rita
lamented.

   "You do fine as a role model, Aunt Rita," Kristina insisted.  "You
couldn't have prevented what Rick did to us.  I hope he goes to jail for a
long time."

   "That would be nice but in the meantime things might get a little tight
around here.  His parents have hired a high-powered attorney and they'll
probably be keeping an eye on me.  They're claiming I'm a bad influence and
that I talked you, Becky and Laura into seducing Rick.  They may even try
to talk the County into making you all wards of the court and putting you
in foster care."

   "That's ridiculous!"

   "I know it sounds ridiculous, Kristina but I'm not taking any chances.
I'm going to quit the cocktail lounge and stay home for a while until
things settle down.  That's why I said things might get a little tight."

   "Then I'll get a job and help out with the expenses around here."

   "I appreciate the offer, honey but I don't want your studies to suffer."

   "Sam Pickering says I can earn good money working for him and my studies
won't suffer at all.  I've already earned three hundred dollars."

   "You know Sam Pickering?  But...  how?  This isn't any life for a nice
girl, Kristina."

   "I wonder if I ever was a nice girl, Aunt Rita.  I know my parents
raised me to be a nice girl and I tried hard to be one but I've found it
isn't very much fun.  I want to start having fun in my life."

   "Well, I know I can't stop you," said Rita.  "I certainly never let
anyone stop me from doing what I wanted but please think about this very
hard, will you please?"

   "I'll do that," Kristina replied, "but I just want to let you know that
Sam has scheduled three appointments for me this weekend."

   EPILOG

   Kristina looked at herself in the mirror and made a few adjustments with
her headpiece.  She thought she looked pretty silly in the uniform she was
wearing but this was the way the client wanted it.  He told Kristina she
resembled an actress he'd had a crush on from his childhood and wanted
Kristina to dress the part.  Her boss told her that a lot of their clients
wanted to create a fantasy when she was entertaining them and Kristina's
job was to please them.  Well, it was show time.  Kristina arose from the
vanity and walked into the next room where her client was waiting.  The
room was set up like an office and her client was seated at the desk.

   "You sent for me, Uncle Walt?" His name wasn't really Walt.

   "Yes I did, Annette," Uncle Walt replied.  "I want to show you
something. Would you please step around to my side of the desk?"

   "Of course I will, Uncle Walt." Kristina hurried to see what Uncle Walt
wanted to show her but stopped short as she finally saw it.  "Uncle Walt!"
she gasped.  "Is that what you wanted to show me?" Uncle Walt's trousers
and under shorts were down around his ankles and he was stroking his
enormous prick.

   "Yes it is, Annette," said the older man.  "Do you like it?"

   "It's huge!" the young woman gasped once again.  "I like it," she
whispered.  "May...  may I touch it?"

   "Yes, Annette, I'd like you to touch it." Uncle Walt gloated while he
watched Annette walk right up to him and then kneel down beside him as if
to pray.  Annette's smaller and cooler hands replaced Uncle Walt's and she
began to gently caress the man's baby maker.  "Be careful," he warned. 
Kristina nodded in understanding.  She had played this role once before
with Uncle Walt and knew he had a short fuse when they acted out this
fantasy.  The young coed stuck out her tongue and lazily lapped at Uncle
Walt's prick head.  "I want to fuck you, Annette," the older man rasped. 
"I want to fuck you right now."

   "I want you to fuck me, Uncle Walt," Kristina replied.  "I want you
inside me right now." Kristina got up and quickly removed her schoolgirl
panties.  She sat down on the man's lap facing forward and straddling his
torso.  The seventeen year old made a quick adjustment and felt Uncle
Walt's prick sink deep inside her.  "You're fucking me now, Uncle Walt,"
Kristina whispered in the man's ear as she felt him move.  "I'm all yours."

   "Sing to me, Annette.  Sing to me while I fuck you."

   "What do you want me to sing, Uncle Walt?"

   "You know," rasped the older man.  "You know." Kristina smiled and
started gently and slowly crooning into Uncle Walt's ear.

   "Who's the leader of the club That's made for you and me?  M-I-C-K-E-Y
M-O-U-S-E..."

   "Annette!  Annette, I'm cumming already!"

   "That's all right, Uncle Walt.  I want to feel you squirting inside me,"
Kristina shouted.  "Please give me your baby," she begged.  That's all it
took.  The middle-aged man lost complete control and started spraying the
young girl's vaginal walls with copious amounts of virile sperm.

   "That was wonderful, Kristina," said the man when he regained his
breath. "I want to do it again real soon." Kristina kissed the man on the
cheek and climbed off his lap.  She ignored the gobs of slime that began
oozing out of her cunt and down her thighs in thick rivulets.  There would
be no pregnancy from this sexual union, mainly because Kristina was already
pregnant.  Mr.  Pickering told her not to worry about it.  Countless men
loved the thought of fucking a pregnant woman and when her breasts started
producing milk, many more men would pay for the privilege of suckling her
tits.  Too bad it was probably Rick's baby.

   "Any time, Mr.  Francisco," Kristina replied.  "I'll see you in class on
Monday, okay?" The young coed took off her mouse ears and turned to you the
reader.  "There's not much more to tell," she said with a smile.  "Rick
went free on a legal technicality but he did get justice in a way.  Soon
after the court proceedings were over he suffered a freak accident and
broke both his legs.  I'm told he'll walk again but only after months and
months of intensive therapy and at best he'll have a pronounced limp for
the rest of his life.  It's amazing what a guy will do for a girl in return
for a couple of blow jobs.  Thank you, Joey," she added with a giggle.

   "I'm afraid Becky is acting like quite the slut and I guess she'll soon
be following in my footsteps.  Laura and Michelle, I'm afraid, might
eventually become just like their cousins.  It may be that all the women in
this family are fated to become men's playthings.  Let's see, is there
anything else?  Oh, yes!  Dennis and I are friends but we're not
boyfriend-girlfriend and Gloria is going to have Trudy audition for Mr. 
Pickering.  I'm going to be there to watch.  I think that's about it.

   "In any event this story has finally come to an end.  I would like to
thank the kind readers for their infinite patience.  It wasn't my fault the
author of this work is a lazy good-for-nothing procrastinator.  I
especially want to thank reader Michael for prodding, cajoling and shaming
the author into completing my unhappy tale.  You saved me from the [echo
on] Hell of Unfinished Stories [echo off].  This is a special netherworld
where the characters of incomplete fiction are sent to await plot
resolutions that never come.  It's a very crowded place, I'm afraid.  Why,
I met one girl who has been on the verge of her very first orgasm for
literally years but she'll never be able to cum because her author has lost
interest in her.  That's very cruel.  You authors with unfinished stories
would be doing a great service to your characters and to your readers, by
the way, if you'd just take the time to finish up your stories.

   "But that's in the past, at least for me.  I truly hope you've enjoyed
this story of my degradation, downfall and disgrace.  I'll consider it all
worthwhile if you've been entertained.  So now I bid you adieu." Kristina
blew a kiss to you, her reader, curtseyed gracefully and exited stage
right.
   ------ The End ------