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Subject: {ASSM} A Teen Slut's Saga Ch. 8 (M/f, oral)
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THIS story should only be read by adults who understand the difference
between fiction and reality.

This story has lots of edgy sex (edgy  if-it-was-real-it'd-be-illegal)
involved. But they're not real!!! So enjoy with a clear conscience if
you're mature enough!

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A Teen Slut's Saga
By PunkyGirl

Chapter 8: Storing it Up

Amy Torch shivered in the cold. She was standing across the street from
a building she usually didn't pass on her way home from school, but
that she'd recently begun to go out of her way to visit. Or not visit,
exactly. Because Amy hadn't yet built up the courage to enter the
place.

It was a small building nestled between an abandoned hair salon on one
side and an empty, run-down parking lot on its left. It was called
"Lover's Market"-a classy name for a place that lacked any semblance of
class. The faded sign that marked the store explained its business,
"Adult Movies, XXX, and Toys".

For over a week Amy had stopped taking the bus home and had begun
walking this alternate route instead. She was interested in the toys
this place purported to sell. Because Amy, the 14-year-old who suddenly
lacked any friends, wanted a dildo like the character Becky used in
"Farm Girl".

When Mary, her former step-mom, left she'd taken the only dildo Amy had
ever used with her. At first Amy could have cared less: she'd only ever
tried the thing a few times, and though it'd been fun it hadn't been
anything like the orgasms she'd had from her father, or even from her
manual masturbation while reading Dark Dreamer's dirty tale. Now,
though, the girl had become obsessed with pushing the envelope. She
wanted to try a real dildo, a big one, like the ones her new fictional
hero used early on in that story.

The problem was building up the courage necessary to enter the place.
It seemed so sleazy, so shady. She'd only ever seen one customer parked
in the lot next to it, but there was always a beat-up old white van
there, most likely the owner's. The passing traffic always made her
nervous, too: what if someone she knew spotted her going inside? It
would be tough to explain why she'd entered the dirty adult store.

If anyone ever asks, I'll tell them I was looking for one of those
funny blow-up dolls to send to Laura, the girl told herself. Kids her
age would understand that. After all, Laura continued to pull mean
pranks on her since their falling out two months ago. Still, what if an
adult she knew spotted her?

I'll just say I was doing a class project, it suddenly occurred to her.
Yes! That's what I'll say! For my English essay. I'll say I was writing
about the access minors have to things they shouldn't. I'll say I was
being sort of an undercover reporter...

This idea thrilled her, and the next thing Amy knew her legs were
moving. She was finally crossing the street. Her heart-rate increased
as she got closer to the door. Her mouth went dry. There was no turning
back though-she was too close. Another few steps and she'd be inside.

And then she was. The door pushed open with the clang of a bell, and
just like that she was standing inside the grimy store. And boy was it
grimy. The floor was made up of large, dirt stained tiles. The air
smelled like cigarette smoke and something less familiar, something
gross. And the sights overwhelmed her right away.

Everywhere she looked there was evidence of this place's depravity.
Blow-up dolls hanging from ceilings; rack after rack of dirty
magazines; shelves filled with VHS and DVD pornos. And there were toys,
toys of all kinds, displayed everywhere.

At the left side of the store was a long glass display case. The glass
was predictably grimy and smeared. Behind this counter, though, were
most of the toys on full display: large rubber dildos, rubber vaginas,
and other things that Amy had never even heard of before.

"Can I help you?"

Amy nearly jumped. A woman, probably in her mid-forties, was
approaching her from one of the aisles. She had a friendly expression
on her slightly overweight face. She looked like she'd been taken from
the 1980's: large hoop earrings, bracelets, tight pants; large hair.
She was a woman who'd long since passed her prime, but she seemed
genuinely friendly. And the fact that it was a woman, and not some
sleazy guy, did much to relax the nervous girl.

"Uhm, yeah," she said, embarrassed. "Uhm, I'm looking for something,
uhm..."

"Don't be nervous," the older woman grinned. "You can be comfortable
here. You never been here before?"

You know I haven't, the girl thought. What she said, though, was, "Uhm,
no. Uhm, I'm just, looking for a, uhm, a dildo, I guess."

The woman nodded. "Sure thing, we got plenty of those! What kind you
interested in?"

Amy followed the woman to the glass counter, which she got behind in
order to show the girl their wares. For the next five or six minutes
she showed her a wide variety of woman-pleasing toys: big ones, small
ones, strap-on ones, and some in shapes and curves Amy couldn't imagine
being pleasant.

"So what's your pleasure, honey? Seen anything that tickles your
fancy?"

Amy blushed. "Uhm... I guess I just want something simple, you know?
Something, uhm, big... and easy, you know?"

The woman laughed. "Girl, all of us are looking for something big,
simple, and easy! I got just the thing."

The sight of the object suddenly placed before her gave the nervous
girl a twitch in her loins. It seemed huge. It was a deep crimson red
in color, made of some sort of rubber or plastic. The tip of the object
was shaped like the head of a man's penis while the shaft itself had
been molded with twists which spiraled down to its base.

"We call it the Crimson Rapture," the 40-something saleswoman said with
a smile. "It's made of high quality silicone. It'll go in easy, and the
twists, well, trust me... they're like nothing you've ever felt
before."

"I'll take it," Amy blurted. She couldn't keep her eyes off the thing;
she could feel herself getting wet as she imagined what it must feel
like stuffed up into her cunt.

"My worry is its size," the woman explained. "You're a small thing. If
this is your first one..."

"I'll take it," Amy said again. "How much?"

"Only sixty bucks for you," the woman smiled.

With that, Amy followed the woman down the counter toward the cash
register. When it came within sight Amy froze, though. Leaning against
the glass counter, right next to the old-fashioned register, was a
scruffy looking older man, a porno mag in one hand and a cigarette in
the other.

"Don't let him scare ya," the woman whispered soothingly as they
approached. "He's a big gentle dog, trust me. He's my boss; he'll sell
you this no questions asked."

Amy nodded. She continued toward the register, the boxed-up dildo
clutched firmly in her arms.

When the balding man finally noticed her he immediately lost interest
in his magazine. Pushing it to the side he eyed her lasciviously, took
a long drag from his smoke, and asked with a raspy voice, "What's this
we got here?"

"Terry, this young lady wants to purchase a Crimson Rapture," the woman
said confidently.

Amy did her best to give the man a smile, but it was hard. Part of her
wanted to run right out of the building, but she'd come this far, and
she was so close. She couldn't stop thinking about how this thing would
feel inside her fuzzy little pussy, and she couldn't wait to get home
and actually give it a try.

"Izzat so?" the man smiled. He was a large man, maybe as large as her
father, but much fatter and much balder. His face was scruffy with a
five 'o clock shadow and Amy would have guessed that he hadn't taken a
proper shower in days. Still, he was obviously the boss. And he was the
only thing standing between her and getting home and getting off.

"Yes, sir," she said respectfully to the man. He grinned at her words.

"And how old are ya, deary?"

This had been one of Amy's biggest worries, being asked this. When
she'd imagined getting asked about her age, though, she'd always
imagined just shaking her head, turning around, and leaving the store.
Lying had never crossed her mind, until now. She was hoping a lie would
work. She figured it was worth any risk.

The 14-year-old girl gulped. She eyed the woman, then the man again.
"Eighteen," she said, trying her best to sound convincing. "I uhm, just
turned eighteen..."

The man laughed. "Sure, sure ya are," the man replied. "An' I bet ya
got ID to prove that, now don't ya?"

Amy's shoulders slumped. He'd called her bluff, despite the woman's
assurances. "No," she answered meekly.

"Come on, Terry, don't give the girl a hard ti-," the woman began to
say in Amy's defense before he interrupted her.

"Shuddup, woman! I ain't gonna sell to no minor! You know how much shit
I'd get in? This girl here, she don't look a day over 14.

"So what is it, girl?" the man asked her again. "How old are ya,
really?"

Amy swallowed hard. Her knees were wobbling. "Eighteen," she lied
again, softly this time.

"But you got no ID?" the man said condescendingly. "Well, shit. We're
in a bit of a pickle then, ain't we? You can't prove you're 18, but you
says you is. Hm. Tell ya what, I'll ask ya a couple questions. Maybe
you can convince me you're legal without gov'ment approved ID, whaddya
say?"

Amy looked up at him hopefully. She'd already memorized a fake birth
date for something like this (Shane's, actually, because his was easy
to remember). "Okay," the girl answered.

"Jesus, Terry, you're a dick," the woman who Amy now knew was named
Abby replied. She was lighting up a cigarette. Amy focused her
attention back on Terry, though.

"Okay, girl," the man said. "Tell me your date of birth."

Amy lied with confidence as she gave him Shane's birthday. He'd just
turned eighteen three weeks before.

The man seemed to be doing some math in his head as he counted out
fingers for a moment, then he nodded. "Alright," he admitted. "That
works. But tell me when ya graduated high school, then."

Amy gulped. "I haven't yet..." she said.

"Okay, fine. Well, then, who was the President when you was born?"

"I don't know anything about that stuff," she insisted. "I guess, uhm,
Clinton?"

The man chuckled. "At minimum you'd be 13 if that was true," he chided
the girl. "Are you 13?"

Amy blushed a deep red. "No! I'm eighteen!"

"How old were ya when you gave your first blowjob?"

Amy froze at the question. She heard Abby say something about Terry
being a dick again. The question caught the girl off guard. Truth was,
the 14-year-old had never given a blowjob. And since that was the
truth, she decided to say it.

"I never have," she responded with embarrassment.

"Now I know you're not eighteen," he said triumphantly. "Get out of my
store, little girl."

Amy was crestfallen. She'd been so close! To let go of this box seemed
impossible. It contained something wonderful, something this man had
decided she was four years too young for. Her eyes welled with tears.

Realizing she had no choice, though, she slowly placed it on the
counter in front of the man. Completely humiliated now, she turned
around, hoisted her backpack over her shoulder, and began to walk away
in defeat.

"Wait."

Amy stopped.

"Abby here just pointed out that you might 'ave never had no chance to
suck a dick," he was saying. "Is that true? Is it just that you've
never had no chance? Strict parents or sumthin'?"

The girl wiped away a tear. Hope flooded her mind suddenly. She turned
to him. Not knowing what else to say, she simply spoke the truth. "My
dad is real strict," she said, her voice quavering.

The man was eyeing her lewdly. Abby, to his right, looked annoyed, but
Amy didn't care. She obviously had no power here. It was always the men
who had the power, after all.

"Tell ya what," the man declared. "I'll let you suck my dick. Girl like
you with such a strict upbringing probably wants the experience. And if
you don't want it, well then, I can't rightly believe you're legal."

Amy's eyes widened. He wanted her to give him a blowjob? She shuddered.

"Terry--," Abby began.

"Shuddup, bitch. Go lock the fucking door an' keep an eye-out." He
turned back to the girl. "So whadda ya say? You wanna prove your age to
me, or... ?"

The girl's heart skipped a beat. She was getting wet again. She didn't
know why, but the idea of doing for this man something she'd never done
for anyone else was actually turning her on. And if she did it, she'd
get her toy. She'd be able to forget about this sleazy man before too
long but experience the reward for years to come.

And cum.

"You'll... teach me?" she squeaked, sort of surprised by her own words.

The man grinned. Amy's words had made Abby roll her eyes and proceed
quickly around the counter, toward the front of the store.

As Amy followed the man's direction around the counter, she could hear
a bolt click into place, locking the three into the store. She was
moving slowly, she was trembling, but she was wet, too. The man was
sleazy and even disgusting, but that was actually a turn on for some
reason. The girl was in a fog as she followed the man through a door
behind the counter, into a small office.

And the office was small. The stench of the bathroom just next to it
permeated her nostrils. The sight of the room, packed tight with boxes
and stacks of used magazines and a desk, was almost too much.

"Put down the bag," the man said to her, his eyes hard and his voice
firm.

Oh my God, Amy thought. She was almost giddy. He was so sure, so
confident, so... condescending. Without a thought she dropped her bag
to the floor. He was only a foot or two away from him, and he was
staring down at the girl with angry eyes. She felt so small and
helpless in his presence. He was doing nothing to reassure her, or make
her comfortable in any way.

"You can lose the earmuffs," he told her. "And the coat."

Obediently, Amy did. The young teenager dropped the earmuffs to the
floor, then unzipped her leather coat and also let it fall. Next he
told her to remove her long sleeved pink shirt, and the trembling
red-head did just that.

It wasn't until it was off that she came back to her senses somewhat.
She suddenly realized she was standing in front of a complete stranger,
a sleazy older man, wearing her black lace bra and tight denim jeans
and little else. And she saw the huge bulge in his pants, too.

"Lose the bra, slut," he ordered her.

His words stung her. She was trembling from head to toe, now, and she
blinked a few times and looked around the room. Then she asked, meekly,
"Can't I just keep it on?"

"Take it off, bitch," he said again. "You think you got the cleavage to
get me hard enough for this? Fuck no. I gotta see them young titties in
the flesh if this is gonna work."

Amy felt taken down a notch or two. Her tits probably were too small to
give him adequate cleavage, she thought. They'd filled out her b-cup
bras in the last year, true, but they were still so young and immature.

Demurely, Amy brought her hands behind her back and unclasped her bra.
Moments before she slid the now open garment off her shoulders, she
eyed him again, looking for any sign of compassion. She saw none. She
was about to bare her young breasts for a man old enough to be her dad;
a man who was a sleaze-bag pervert to boot. Why was she doing this
again? Did it even matter? Her pussy was tingling.

"No fucking way you're 18," the man named Terry said once her firm,
perky tits were exposed. "But I don't care none. You do this and do it
well and we'll both walk away happy."

Amy was shivering. He was stepping closer to her. When she
instinctively went to cover her nudity, his hands grabbed her arms to
prevent the girl from doing so. They were so close now. When Amy looked
down she could see a huge tent in the man's pants, even past his large
gut.

"Get on your knees," the man breathed to her.

Slowly, Amy went down to her knees in compliance. Just then she heard
the familiar voice of Abby say, "Jesus, Terry, what the fuck are you
doing?"

"Shuddup!" he roared at her. "Get back out there and keep a look out!"

Now that she was on her knees, Amy had to look up to see the bulge in
this man's pants. But she didn't care. She didn't care about Abby or
her dad or Laura or anyone else. The truth was she liked feeling like
this, under this man's thumb. She liked being told what to do. And the
thought that she was about to suck her first dick ever had her creaming
in her pants.

She heard a door slam shut, presumably the door to the office. But then
she heard Terry giving her another instruction. And with total and
blind obedience, the 14-year-old obeyed: she unzipped his pants.
Suddenly her nostrils were filled with a pungent odor. Never had the
girl been face-to-face with a cock before. It was hard, but could
definitely get harder, she knew.

"Now just take that into your cute little mouth," the man breathed.

This was it. After this there would be no going back. Amy felt excited
and confused and terrified all at once. Still, the girl parted her
lips. She moved her head forward. And for the first time ever, all of a
sudden she had a dick inside her mouth.

She froze at first. It tasted salty and sweaty. But it almost seemed
natural, too. Her hands were resting on her knees and she just stayed
there, motionless, while he sort of stepped forward, pressing more of
his member into her tiny mouth.

"That's good," he declared. "Let's see how much ya can take..."

The trembling girl widened her mouth as much as she could. Her eyes
were closed and her heart was pounding. The strange, sleazy man was
pressing his cock farther and farther into her mouth, across her
tongue, until she felt its head press against the entry to her throat.
It tasted a little gross and it was like nothing she'd tasted before.

"Mmmph!" she gagged.

The man laughed a bit. "You're gonna have to lose that gag-reflex if
you wanna be a good cocksucker. You do wanna be a good cocksucker,
don't ya?"

Amy couldn't reply, but she did open her eyes. She was staring right up
into the man's massive main of pubic hair. There was more shaft between
her nose and it, and for this the girl was thankful... at first. But
then he gripped her head and pulled her further onto his member.

Her eyes went wide in terror for a moment. She felt the cock's head jam
down into her throat, making her feel like she was going to vomit. She
gagged around the sudden entry and felt her eyes well up with tears.
She was going to throw up, she thought; but then, suddenly, her throat
relaxed and he began to pull back. His cock came out of her mouth
entirely, as matter of fact, and she gulped in a breath of air.

Then it was at her lips again and she obediently parted them. She took
in the cock once more. She widened her jaw and waited for him to do his
thing.

"You gotta work now, girl," he breathed from above. "Bob your head.
Fuck my dick with yer mouth."

She did as she was told. Amy, hands still on her knees, bobbed her head
forward and back, salivating around the large member. He was beginning
to moan, too. He was enjoying this.

"Good girl," he said. "No hands, I like that. Some girls use their
hands but that's cheatin'. Keep fucking my dick with that mouth of
yours."

And she did. She took in as much of his dick as she could, then she
pulled back. She would gag disgustingly around his cock before pulling
back and giving herself some air. Then she'd push her head back
forward, swallowing him into her. And never once did the inexperienced
teenager use her hands.

"I'm going to cum soon," the man suddenly declared. "When I do you suck
it down. You know what cum is, right?"

"Mmmm hmmm," she moaned around the cock.

"Good," he said breathlessly. "And you take it all down. Don't spit it
out, don't let a drop out, you take it all. Good sluts take it all. You
want to be good?"

Amy could barely hear him anymore. All she was concerned with was his
cock and her mouth. He was gagging her repeatedly onto it, but she had
learned by now to keep her throat relaxed and loose. It was more like
getting fucked in the pussy, now: a dick inside her, jamming itself
into her, while she obediently did what good girls do and helped him
get off as best she could.

When he did finally cum, it wasn't like she'd ever expected. In the
pornos she'd always seen, the guy would pull out and cum on the girl's
face. This guy came inside her mouth. It began with a trickle, then a
squirt or two of a warm, strange tasting liquid. Surprised, Amy
instinctively tried to pull away but the large, grunting man quickly
gripped her head and held it in place. As his cock shoved way back into
her mouth the young teen nearly cried when the penis erupted again,
this time spewing gobs of thick, gooey semen into her mouth. He forced
her to swallow all of it. As she gulped it down to keep from choking
Amy felt more turned on then she ever had before, though, which was
both humiliating and exhilarating.

She was getting off on sucking down this strange man's cum, a man who
was old enough to be her father-and doing it in the back of a sleazy
adult store, no less.

When it was over and his dick was finally out of her mouth, Amy was
still swallowing. In a daze she was helped up to her feet by the large,
fat man. She smiled at him breathlessly. She was in a total fog when he
gripped her naked tits and laughed.

"Good girl, very good," he chortled before slapping her ass. Then he
told her to get dressed.

Amy put her bra back on as she slowly came back to her senses. When she
saw the man leering at her naked breasts just before pulling the bra
into place, she blushed in embarrassment. She scrambled then to put her
shirt back on, too, and her leather coat.

When they got back out to the store, Abby was sitting there looking
annoyed, smoking a cigarette. All Amy could do was look away in shame
and hurry around the counter and then toward the front of the store.

"Forgetting something?" the man called after her. He was holding the
boxed up dildo in his hand.

"Sixty bucks," Terry said when she got back to the counter.

Well, she wasn't about to leave empty handed now. The girl obediently
went into her purse and pulled out the cash. She had plenty, and she
knew that Terry saw this. She handed him the money.

"So what's your name, kid?" the man asked as he rang up the purchase.

"Amy," she answered softly.

"Well, look. I know you ain't eighteen, but in case you didn't notice I
really don't give a fuck. So if you ever need anything, just give me a
call. Beer, cigarettes-- you name it."

The girl nodded quickly. She was waiting for $10 in change and wished
he'd get it done with already.

"Or porn?" he asked. That caught her attention, and it was with
embarrassment that Amy knew he'd noticed this.

"Maybe," he continued, "some porn you've never seen before? Hmm?"

"I need to get home," she said softly, hoping that the creepy man would
just hurry up.

"Fine," he said. He put the dildo in a brown paper bag and then dropped
something else inside, too.

"A little present, a DVD movie," he explained. "I think you'll like it.
Best watch it alone, though."

She grabbed her change from his hand, shoved it in her purse, and
snatched the brown paper bag.

"Have a nice day, now," he called after the running girl.

Amy ran out of the store, down the street, and around the corner. She
was out of breath and cold. Quickly she unzipped her backpack and
placed her purchase inside before pulling out her earmuffs and
returning them to her head. Then she began running again, more slowly
now.

I did it, she thought triumphantly. Suddenly she began to laugh. She
felt like she was on cloud nine! She got the dildo, yes, but also she'd
given a blowjob! It had so wonderful, so insane! It was true, the guy
had been creepy and old, but what she'd just done was like... well,
nothing the girl had ever heard of! It was like something from those
stories she read on the Internet. God, it was amazing!

She slowed down a few houses down from her house. She didn't want her
dad to see her out of breath and think something was up. As she walked
across the small driveway to the porch, though, the front door opened
and a man she'd never seen before exited the house. When he saw her, he
gave her a weird look, then turned back to face her dad.

"I'll give Roy my best," he said while shaking Amy's father's hand.

Amy passed him carefully before finally entering the house.

"Who was that?" she asked her dad, if only to try and behave casual.

"Friend of mine, came to fix the computer," her dad responded.

"Oh," Amy said.

The girl ran up the stairs to her bedroom, closed the door in relief,
and smiled. After resting a bit she was definitely going to give her
new toy a test.

END OF CHAPTER
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