Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. The Point: Jill's Cum Filled Day, part 2 (M+m+g, gangbang, intr, ped, drugs, alc.) by this guy (thisguy.1066@gmail.com) Summary: Ten year old kiddie-porn superstar spends all day getting filled with cum... MCSTAGGER'S Lou was standing behind the bar at McStagger's when we walked in, "Really Jill: no pants..." "I passed out in the alley and got raped," I replied holdng up my pants with the `rape cut.' "Two times so far this month..." Lou commented, "...you must like getting raped." I couldn't help but smile at his comment, "Yeah," I snorted: after all being raped when you're passed-out is something of a complement when you think about it. "Did I leave my bag here last night?" I asked. Lou looked around behind the bar, picked up a white plastic grocery store bag and said, "Yup. Here it is." Thank god: now I could have a cigarette. "Jill, you know you owe thirty-eight bucks from last night..." "No problem..." I replied as I reached into my bag, grabbed then shook one empty cardboard cigarette pack after another. One of them had money in it...this pack was heavier than the empty ones before it: success. Pulling the small cardboard pack out of my bag I opened it to find one lone cigarette; it wasn't money, but... "Can I have a light?" I asked before putting the cigarette between my ten-year-old lips. Lou lit my cigarette. Inhaling deeply through my un-filtered Dark Chocolate (Dark is the brand, Chocolate is the flavor) extra tar 120; I enjoyed the warm rich chocolate flavored smoke filling my ten-year-old lungs... I held my breath: keeping the smoke inside me for a full ten seconds as I continued checking the packs still in my bag. I exhaled a small cloud of chocolate flavored smoke and took another puff. As I exhaled the second puff from my cigarette I realized the only thing that had been in my bag other than empty cardboard cigarette packs was the cigarette I was now smoking. "Looks like I spent it all last night..." I said before taking another drag from my cigarette. "You can owe me..." Lou suggested, "Or pay `in kind'." Much as I hate paying `in kind' (it's always a rip off), owing someone money in `the point' is a recipe for disaster. I looked around the bar: in addition to Shawn, Lou and myself; there were five more people (all guys) there. "In kind, I guess. Fifty per guy." "Eight per guy," Lou countered. "Eight for the star of `Poke-A-Hot-Ass': Mr. Petersen's best-selling movie ever... No way!" I vehemently declared, before turning as if to leave. "Wait. How `bout you do every guy here in exchange for your tab plus tip and cash to by another pack of cigarettes?" "Every guy, but Shawn," I said, pointing at Shawn, "plus cash for a carton." "Fine: not Shawn, but three packs...you only got two sisters after all." I thought about it for a moment, as I finished my one and only cigarette: supplying my ten-year-old body with some of the nicotine it so desperately needed... "...and two eye-openers." Giving me a funny look Lou commented, "You know most people only have one eye-opener in a day..." "One for me, one for my guy." I explained, tilting my head towards Shawn. Lou nodded his head "yes," so I said, "Okay, it's a deal." "Alright guys, line up and get ready to fuck Cherubic Angel, star of `Poke-A-Hot-Ass': the best-selling kiddie-sex-flick in `the point's' history..." Lou announced, as I walked over to an empty table. I hopped up on it, laid down, and spread my legs, "Who's first?" I asked. The guy nearest to me (I didn't know his name, but recognized him to be one of George, the neighborhood's biggest pimp's, enforcers) leaped off the bar stool he was sitting on and ran towards me while opening his fly. He quickly pulled out his rapidly inflating cock. In little more than half-a-second, he had stepped between my legs and was rubbing the head of his engorged member up and down my ten-year-old slit. Finding my fuck-hole, he jammed the head of his cock into me. Once it was inside my tight preteen hole he slammed his hips forward, shoving his entire adult cock into my body in one movement: GOD it felt great. He grabbed my narrow hips and began slamming his cock in-and-out of me: he was giving me a proper hard fucking...just what I needed... As he continued fucking me I began to feel my cunt getting hotter and wetter...I was breathing harder: soon I might have an orgasm... If there is a better hangover cure, I haven't found it! As I felt the tingling sensations in my cunt began to increase, his cock expanded and my insides were bathed in his hot sticky adult cum. "Oh, yeah. Take it slut," he groaned as he emptied his balls into my eagerly waiting ten-year-old belly. A few seconds later, when he had finished spewing his cum into me, he let go of my hips and stepped back; letting his deflating cock slip from my properly fucked cunt with a suitably arousing slurping sound. Less than a second after George's enforcer had stepped from between my spread legs, Lou (the bartender) had taken his place. In an instant his fully erect cock was buried to the balls in my just cummed in fuck-hole. He grabbed my hips and began slamming his cock in-and-out of me with reckless abandon: just the way I like it. Each and every time he slammed into my cunt his extremely hairy nut-sack slapped against my firm little preteen ass, sending an electric shock through my body. After forty seconds of hard fucking Lou's face contorted, he shoved his cock all the way into me, and exploded. It was probably one of his best orgasms: eight nice big spurts of his extra-thick hot cream. Lou's face returned to normal, as he pulled back: his deflating cock slipped from my properly fucked, now swollen, preteen cunt with an even more arousing slurping sound. I hadn't had an orgasm yet, but I knew I was close... This time it was `Crazy Mike' (he was always mumbling something to himself) who stepped between my legs. While his cock was a bit on the short side (barely five-inches) it was nice and thick...it would touch me in a different way... Not more than twenty seconds after `Crazy Mike' had shoved his cock into my dripping preteen hole I felt my body tense...I threw my head back and let the wonderful sensations take control of my ten-year-old body. I was sweating, I was panting, my back arched...as my orgasm hit me. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through my body as `Crazy Mike' continued slamming his thick adult prick in-and-out of my ten-year-old fuck-hole. About half-way through my orgasm `Crazy Mike' grunted and shoved his dick all the way inside me. Even through my orgasm I felt my insides get warmer and wetter as spurt after spurt of his alcohol laden cum spewed into my ten-year-old cunt. "Yeah," `Crazy Mike' groaned after a few seconds. An instant later he was stepping back allowing his softening dick to slip from my still orgasming ten-year-old cunt. "Get a dick in me now!" I bellowed through my orgasm. About two seconds later a middle aged guy, who I was fairly sure was a tourist, stepped between my legs. As he jabbed his dick into my orgasming ten-year-old pussy he began telling me how he'd just seen Poke-A-Hot-Ass at Petersen's Porn Theater, and how it was one of the best movies he'd ever seen... He went on to tell me how hot I looked in it getting my ass hole repeatedly fucked by the twenty-five men who'd showed up for the shoot...and how he'd nearly blown his load in his pants when he saw all the cum pouring out of my gaping ass hole at the end of the movie. It's always good to meet a fan and I was flattered by his comments, but I wanted him to fuck me. "You know how to fuck, don't you?" I gasped. "Oh, right," he said as he began thrusting his hips back-and-forth: his man-pole siding in-and-out of my spasming fuck-hole. Not more than five seconds after the tourist began fucking my cunt, I noticed the door of the bar open out of the corner of my eye. The odds were that it was another guy...and I'd end up having one more dick in me than I'd figured on...but, I was having an orgasm, so I didn't really mind all that much. I was half surprised when a person came over to the table I was laying on and actually sat down in a chair near my head. "Good morning Jill," a familiar female voice said. Looking up, I saw my friend and former co-worker Krystal. "Give me a cigarette, please," I begged through my orgasm. Krystal put two cigarettes between her lips and lit both. She took one and moved it to my open mouth. I closed my lips around the paper cylinder and sucked the smoke deeply into my ten-year-old lungs. Exhaling through my nose I remembered why I rarely bummed cigarettes off Krystal: she smoked those wretched Bucks DoubleClove 100's. But, considering how much I needed the smoke, I wasn't about to complain... Just as I took a second drag off the disgusting cigarette, the tourist who was fucking me jabbed his dick all the way into my spasming ten-year-old fuck hole. I felt his dick expand slightly inside me before my insides felt warmer and wetter, as he panted, "Holy shit! I'm blasting off inside Cherubic Angel... Best moment of my life..." If dumping a load of cum into my well used fuck hole was the best moment in his life; then he must've be one truly pathetic guy... Little more than a second later, the tourist was pulling his wilting dick out of me. The tourist had barely stepped out from between my legs when another man whom I had seen numerous times in `the point', but who's name I didn't know, stepped between my widely spread legs. Little more than a second later, he was shoving the entire length of his engorged adult dick into my orgasming ten-year-old pussy. The instant I felt his hairy balls smack against my ass, the man withdrew nearly the entire length of his dick from my well used cum-filled fuck hole. He shoved it back into me again; then withdrew. He did it again and again... Considering how thoroughly he was fucking me, I figured he'd blast off on the fourth or fifth stroke. If I had bet on that, I'd have lost; because my orgasm began to die-down a full seven minutes after he first shoved his dick into my hole, and it was another two minutes before he urgently forced his dick all the way inside my fuck hole as he gasped "Oh Yeah." An instant after those words passed through is lips I felt his cum bathing my insides in warm wetness... Stepping backwards; his dick slipped out of my well used fuck hole with an almost shockingly loud and decidedly erotic slurping sound. As the man put his mostly soft dick back into his pants he said, "Damn girl: you are one GOOD fuck," before returning to his drink at the bar. I hopped off the table and sat in the chair next to Krystal. "Shawn, come on over here," I said waving my new guy-friend over to the table. Turning to Krystal I asked, "So where's your husband?" "I don't know," she said as Lou the bartended began sat two shot glasses filled with an amber colored liquid on the table I had just been fucked by five guys on. "Get me a tall vidka," she said to Lou. Just as Lou was stepping away from the table, Krystal continued, "He was gone when I woke up..." As Shawn got to the table, I said, "Sit down," and pushing a chair out with my foot. He seemed kinda nervous as he sat down. "So Shawn, this is my friend Krystal...we used to work together." "Nice to meet you," Shawn said offering his hand. When Krystal took and shook his hand, I quietly said to her, "He's MY guy." "A blond for a blonde: nice," Krystal commented as Lou returned to the table with a beer glass filled to the top with clear liquid and my bag. Little more than a second after Lou walked away from the table; the tourist who had just fucked me approached us and asked, "Could I get your autograph?" I looked at him for a second before saying, "I'd be happy to sign a copy of Poke-A-Hot-Ass for you, after you buy me three packs of cigarettes..." "Ah...you'll be..." the tourist began stammering, "...have to buy..." "You have to go buy a copy of Poke-A-Hot-Ass and three packs of these," I handed him one of the empty cigarette packs from my bag. "I'll still be here when you get back," grabbing his crotch and giving to a little squeeze I continued, "I promise." The tourist practically ran out of McStaggers. "You gave him an empty pack; think he'll get the right kind?" Krystal asked. I quickly replied, "No: somehow he'll manage to get the wrong ones..." Krystal laughed a little before raising her glass and saying, "To your guy..." Shawn and I raised our glasses as well. The three of us touched our glasses to each other's and drank. Swallowing the amber liquid, I reveled in how it burned as it went down my throat; Shawn on the other hand seemed to be a bit put-off by the burn... "Hmm, the little guy likes when I drink vodka while smoking," Krystal commented. Putting her cigarette back between her lips, Krystal took my left hand and Shawn's right hand. She put our hands on her very swollen belly an spoke through her cigarette, "Feel how the little guy's kicking." Having felt a babies kicking in the bellies of a few pregnant girls before, I didn't find it to be all that bizarre. But, then again, there is something a little mesmerizing about it... "I've heard it's bad for the baby if the mother drinks and smokes while she's pregnant," Shawn commented. "Bad for the baby? What do you mean?" Krystal asked as she took another puff off her cigarette. Shawn paused for a second as if trying to find the right words before he tried to explain what he meant, "Like it hurts the baby...you know: cases the baby to be born all screwed up and stuff..." "So Shawn," I said, getting his attention, "Do I look screwed up?" He stared at me for a moment then said, "No." "How `bout me: do I look screwed up?" Krystal asked. "No," Shawn said again; this time shaking his head, before asking, "Why?" "Our mom's smoked and drank while they were pregnant with us," Krystal said. "Yeah: its total b.s.: we're fine," I added. "Oh..." Shawn quietly replied, before shutting his mouth. "So, what are you gonna do now that your rich fan / husband disappeared?" I asked Krystal. "I don' know," she said with a shrug, "I can prob'ly find another fan of my movies who'll take care of me..." she trailed off. "If not you could always do like our mom's did," I said. "Yeah," Krystal said with a smirk, "I could turn myself out..." Just then the tourist returned. He put three packs of cigarettes on the table in front of me. I looked at them: un-filtered Dark Chocolate extra tar 120's. "These are exactly what I wanted; thank you," I said: amazed that he had actually gotten the right brand. "It's all about the details," he said before presenting me with the copy of Poke-A-Hot-Ass he had just bought and a fine-tipped permanent maker. "And your autograph?" Taking both the movie and the marker I thought for a moment before writing "TO A GREAT FUCKING FAN" and signed "CHERUBIC ANGEL" across my bare ass on the cover. "Come on Shawn, we gotta get home," I said as I stood. I gave the tourist a hug and said, "Thanks again for the cigarettes," with a naughty smile. "Anything for a star," the tourist replied to me, before turning towards Krystal and saying, "You look really familiar..." As Shawn stood up and stepped away from the table I could overhear Krystal saying, "I've starred in a few movies myself," to the tourist, "Wanna join me?" I put the three packs of cigarettes in my bag, and took Shawn by the arm. We were about halfway to the bar when I heard the tourist say, "Let me buy you a drink" followed by Krystal's voice, "You really know what the girls want..." "Considering how her last relationship with a fan went, I give them five...six weeks tops," I whispered to Shawn. "Really?" Shawn whispered back. "Yeah," I replied. Once we had gotten within a few feet of the bar, "The money for my three packs?" I asked Lou. "Here you go," he said handing me cash before adding, "Stop by to see us again." I put the cash in my bag before Shawn and I headed back outside.