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Mornings on Horseback
by Rachael Ross

Chapter Thirteen



"Mmmm..." I scooted my butt over, close to Mark as he started his truck.
"Are your balls aching?"

"Oh, Stephy..." Mark grinned at me and we followed Chris slowly out of
the parking lot as he was driving his mom's car.

"I said I was gonna tease you, remember?" I rubbed the obvious bulge
in his jeans and his cock had to be hurting all trapped like it was.

"You are a tease." Mark put his arm around me once we were on the
county road and he didn't have to shift anymore. "I can't believe you
and Chris fucked in the gym."

"I want to fuck you too," I said. "We need to figure out a way."

"Twice a day isn't enough?" Mark laughed at me. "You're turning into
one of those nymphomaniacs, Stephy."

"No, I just want to be a bad girl," I sighed. "Just a little. Just for
you guys. I don't know why I like it so much."

"You don't need a reason," Mark shrugged. "You just need to be careful...
We need to be careful. I don't want you getting in trouble."

"I know." I massaged his cock hard under my palm, enjoying it.

"Especially now." Mark turned his head to glance at me. "You're the
Homecoming Queen, you have to be a good girl."

"Oh God." I rolled my eyes.

"What? I thought you were excited about it."

"I was...I am, yeah." I cleared my throat softly. "I just, um, I don't
know. It's weird."

"It's pretty cool is what it is."

"I gotta tell you something," I said. "Something else that's weird."

"What's that?" Mark asked and he knew something was up anyway, but he
was being patient.

"Miss Hayden and me, we had sex," I told him, knowing I could just say
it. "Down in the locker room today, during practice."

"What?" Mark laughed and kind of jerked, like he was startled, the
truck swerving just a bit to the left for a second, then he righted
it.

"I don't know how," I giggled. "I mean, it just...Happened."

"Wow, okay." Mark was looking at me. "What was that like?"

"It was different. Way, way different." I felt Mark's cock seem to
pulse and I was tempted to unzip him. "She licked me first, well, we
kissed first, then she licked my pussy."

"Oh yeah?"

"She's awesome at it too." I made a happy sighing sound. "God! She was
like...Hmmmm..."

"Yeah yeah..." Mark chuckled and he knew he wasn't very good in that
department. "Did you lick her?"

"Oh yeah! She was teaching me." I grinned up at him and his cock was
definitely hard now. "You like that huh?"

"What?" Mark made an innocent face. "You're rubbing me. What do you
expect?"

"Nah...You like that idea, huh? Me and Ms. Hayden having sex."

"Well, she is pretty cool, you know."

"For a teacher?" I giggled.

"For anyone, yeah," Mark shrugged.

"Anyway, I licked her and then she fucked me," I nodded. "Like on my
back, legs up, you know."

"What?" Mark looked a little confused.

"With her pussy on mine, it was intense. I mean, she wasn't in me or
anything, but I could feel her clit, cause it's kinda big..."

"How big?"

"I dunno, like this..." I held up my little finger and pinched it with
my other hand, just at the first knuckle.

"That's not big!" Mark laughed.

"Bigger than mine!" I stuck out my tongue. "Anyway, yeah. I could
totally feel it and we came too, both of us, like right inside each
other sort of."

"Shoot," Mark sighed. "That's pretty hot."

"Yeah," I nodded. "I think it was just a one time thing though."

"She said that?"

"Not really, but she's a teacher." I snuggled a little closer. "She'd
get in so much trouble if anyone found out. I don't think she meant to
do it, you know?"

"Just couldn't help it, huh?"

"Well, I mean, I knew she liked me anyway, but not like that." I tried
to figure out what I meant. "I think it just sorta happened, that's
all. She's not like some weird sex fiend or anything."

"Yeah," Mark agreed. "Sometimes stuff just happens."

"Like with Sandy's brother; it wasn't like we planned it, you know?"

"I know." Mark moved his arm so he could shift gears, since we had to
turn onto another road and we were getting close to Chris' house now.

"Anyway, I don't think Chris would understand." I frowned a little.

"Maybe. I don't know." Mark looked at me. "You don't want to tell
him?"

"I do, but..." I sighed, "...not yet."

"Chris is pretty cool."

"He's seriously cool, I know, but I kinda asked him about it, you
know? Like what he'd think if I did it with someone else and he told
me he'd be pretty jealous."

"He did?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "Are you jealous?"

"Me?" Mark laughed. "Uh, no. I just wished I could have seen it. The
Homecoming Queen and her cheerleading coach getting down and dirty?
Baby!"

"Oh, jeeze!" I squeezed his dick hard, making Mark squirm a little.
"We were in the shower, nothing dirty about it."

"No. So long as you're my girlfriend, I'm never going to be jealous,"
Mark said. "Not of Ms. Hayden anyway."

"But another boy?"

"Depends on the boy," Mark shrugged. "I don't think I'd like it if you
fucked like half my football team."

"That's not gonna happen!" I laughed.

"Whew...Good," Mark chuckled.

"Nice to know you'd be jealous though."

"Why?"

"Why?" I made a face at him. "A girl needs that! Seriously. What good
is having a boyfriend if he doesn't get jealous?"

"Yeah, but being jealous..." Mark shook his head.

"What? Now you're saying you wouldn't be jealous?" I giggled. "Make up
your mind."

"I think I'd be jealous if, um, well like if you didn't tell me. If
you kept it a secret, that would hurt," Mark said. "Or if you were
serious..."

"I was pretty serious with Ms. Hayden," I giggled. "And Jim wasn't
making me laugh when we he fucked me..."

"You know what I mean," Mark said. "Like if you had sex with someone,
oh...Kyle. If you fucked Kyle and then started seeing him like every
day, or whatever. Yeah, I'd be jealous then."

"So I can fuck a guy once in awhile, just for fun and..."

"It's your body, Stephy," Mark nodded. "I told you that before."

"You sound like my dad," I laughed.

"Your dad tells you its okay to fuck other guys?" Mark grinned at me.

"You know what I mean."

"Yeah, I'm just saying I trust you," Mark told me seriously. "I love
you and I trust you, and that's why I don't have to be jealous
everytime some guy says hi to you, or wants to have sex with you, or
whatever."

"There's a big difference between saying hi and having sex!" I
giggled.

"Yeah, but you know what I mean."

"And you say I'm weird?" I could see Chrissy's house through the
windshield.

"You are weird," Mark said. "Especially lately."

"Well, Chris would be jealous. So don't say anything, okay?"

"I won't, but secrets..."

"Are bad, yeah. I know," I sighed, knowing I was keeping a secret from
Mark right then. "I'll tell him soon, I promise."

"Okay." Mark let me sit up and we were slowing down.

"And if you have sex with someone, like Angie Stover..." I looked at
Mark closely. 

"Angie Stover?" He looked confused.

"...I'd be jealous. I wouldn't be able to help it," I told him. "So
don't." 

"I guess that's good to know then." Mark laughed. "Angie Stover, huh?
It might be fun seeing you jealous."

"Ohhhh...Don't even think about it!" I warned him, but only half
playfully.

"We'll see," Mark said, grinning at me. "Love is a two way street,
Stephy."

We were crunching gravel under the tires as we drove up the long drive
to Chrissy's house and right about then I think we'd both have been
much happier going someplace where we could just be together and talk.
We did that a lot, talking, in between all the sex, I mean. You can't
have sex all the time anyway and it was healthy talking about stuff,
it was why we'd been going out for well over a year already and hadn't
had a single argument about anything. Not even a little one.

"A two way street? Yes, Daddy." I giggled, because that sounded
exactly like my dad. I gave Mark's dick one last squeeze and I
wondered if he was teasing me, or kinda serious.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

 Chris lived in a haunted house. 

That was my opinion anyway, ever since the first night Mark and I had
come there and met Georgie and Wendy Wheelock, Chrissy's parents.
There was something different about them and it had made me
uncomfortable right from the start. It didn't help that they knew Mark
and Chris had sex with me, and that made them unique among all the
people who lived in Iroquois County. Nobody else had a clue, I hoped,
but we'd ended up letting them know, mostly so that Chris could become
a cheerleader.

That sounds pretty weird, I know, but it's the truth and probably
typical of how strange things seemed to be around that house. I tended
to avoid the place, although I felt bad about that. I loved Chris a
lot and it didn't seem right not wanting to visit him, but he
understood and was even a bit relieved by it. Chris knew better than
anyone what his parents were like. So I'd only been over maybe half a
dozen times in the month we'd been going out, and those times had been
just quick visits for the most part.

Mark went over there more often, but I didn't know exactly how much
more. Probably several times a week, I figured, judging from how my
boyfriends talked. They were pretty close, all of us were now, and
that made me super happy, especially since I'd been a little curious
how Mark and Chris would get along. They were great though and in
love, I could tell, and it wasn't a sexual love, like they loved each
other cause they were gay, I really don't think they were. They loved
each other because of who they were, if that makes sense. Anyone of us
could have been a different gender and I think fate would have brought
us together anyway.

At least I liked to think so, and so did Chris, because we were both
pretty romantic about stuff, Chris maybe even more than me, sometimes.
Not so much Mark though, he'd agree with that probably, but he was a
total farm boy too, so he had to be more practical in how he expressed
himself. Mark would just say it didn't matter that Chris was a boy, or
I was girl, he'd love us even if we weren't. But that's pretty much
the same thing, isn't it? 

"There's the kids!" Georgie Wheelock said in his usual exuberant way,
and he'd been sitting on the front porch of that big old farm house
when we pulled into the drive, and now he was smiling as we walked
towards him.

"Hi, Dad," Chris said dutifully.

"Good evening, Mr. Wheelock," Mark nodded and I just smiled, because I
was always determined to be nice, if nothing else.

"Evening boys," Georgie nodded, but his smile was for me. "Hello
Stephanie."

"Hi," I replied, ignoring the look he was giving me.

I got a lot of looks and all the time, but my boyfriend's dad should
have better manners, I thought. Georgie could at least pretend like he
wasn't staring at me. Like Rollie, the farm hand who lived with Mark's
family? I knew he liked looking at me a lot, but it never bothered me
because I couldn't hardly ever catch him at it, and I tried sometimes
just because it was fun. Chris' dad, on the other hand, he didn't try
to hide his interest at all and that wasn't fun at all.

He was a big man, and good looking, but nothing like Chris who took
after his mother. Georgie was tall, with dark hair and eyes, and big
square jaw. He'd been the star quarterback in high school, and gone to
college to play quarterback there. He'd married a cheerleader, Wendy,
and two months after the wedding Chris had been born. I guess none of
that was too strange, but exactly why Georgie had moved his family
back to the country was a little mystifying. He had farming in his
genes, but not in his blood, as my daddy would say.

"Chris, why don't you go fetch us something to drink? It's nice out
here tonight," Georgie said. "And see how your mother's doing with
that dinner."

"Oh! Maybe I could help her?" I offered, since sitting on the porch
with Georgie didn't sound all that attractive, but the man wouldn't
have it.

"Nah. She's all fine by herself," Georgie assured me.

"Okay, sure," Chris nodded. "Um, Cokes?"

"Yeah, that'd be great," Mark answered for both of us and Georgie was
leaning over, patting the empty chair beside him.

"Have a seat, Stephanie. Pull up a chair, Mark. So what's new at old
BI High these days?" Georgie was all smiles.

"Oh, uh, Stephanie had some big news today," Mark said and I gave him
a little frown as I sat down in the chair next to Georgie.

"Oh, what's that?" Chrissy's dad was watching me intently, especially
the hem of my short skirt.

"Uh, well, I'm going to be the Homecoming Queen," I said with a
nervous laugh and a little shrug, crossing my legs quickly. 

"Is that right?" Georgie leaned forward a little, turning his chair
more towards me and putting his elbows on his knees.

"Uh, yep," I nodded. "And Chris and Mark are going to be my consorts,
they get to ride on the float in the parade, and..."

"Shit! My boy's going out with the Homecoming Queen!" Georgie laughed.
"Don't that beat all."

"...we'll have the first dance on Saturday." I just kept talking. "It's
pretty cool."

"It's way cool, Stephy." Mark moved his chair closer too.

"I remember your Aunt Sharon when she was the Homecoming Queen,"
Georgie said with a grin. "We had a good time that night."

"My Aunt Sharon was..."

"Oh yeah," Georgie nodded. "That was the night she finally gave it up
too."

Georgie was laughing and it took me a second or two to understand what
he'd just said.

"She was having so much fun. Got herself so damned excited..." Georgie
was looking me right in the eyes, "...she just forgot how to say no, I
guess."

I was blushing hard then and I looked down quickly, really not wanting
to picture my mom's older sister losing her virginity to Chris' dad.

"I guess you don't have that problem though, huh Stephanie?" Georgie
was still laughing and I was ready to ask Mark to take me away from
that place. I'd apologize to Chris later and he'd understand.

I gave Mark a glance and he was already there.

"I think maybe I ought to be taking Steph home now, Mr. Wheelock."
Mark was starting to stand up. "She's had a long day, you know."

"Oh. Sit down, son." Georgie waved his hand. "Nothing to get upset
over. I'm just having a little fun with the girl, that's all."

"I don't think she..."

"What happened?" Chris was coming through the screen door onto the
porch, carrying some cans of Coke and a beer for his dad.

"I made a bad joke," Georgie said, almost apologetically. "Ya'll sit
back down. Dinner's going to be ready soon."

"What did you say, Dad?" Chris looked pretty unhappy and he just stood
there. Mark was still standing too.

"Nothing worth spoiling your mom's dinner plans for. Now come on, sit
down and relax a little." Georgie reached for his beer. "Your
girlfriend was just telling me she's going to be the Homecoming
Queen."

"Yeah." Chris gave his dad the beer and then stepped close, handing
cold sodas to Mark and me. "She wasn't even on the ballot."

"Is that right?" Georgie snapped open his drink and watched with a
satisfied smile as Mark sat back down slowly.

"It was a write-in thing, I guess." I just played with the top of my
can, kind of snapping the metal tab nervously.

"Well, you must be real popular," Georgie said. He took a swallow of
his beer and then looked at Chris. "And so you're going to be in the
parade, huh?"

"Well, I was going to be in the parade anyway, Dad." Chris shrugged.
"All the cheerleaders are."

"Right, but now you'll be on the float with your girlfriend. I guess
we'll have to find you some special clothes for that," Georgie said.
"What are you going to wear, Stephanie?"

"Me?" I blinked. "Uh, I don't know. I'll, um...find something. A white
gown probably. I have some clothes from pageants and stuff."

"Sure," Georgie nodded. "White would suit you just fine. Something
virginal, eh?"

"Dad..." Chris brushed his hair back, which he did when he was a little
nervous.

"What?" Georgie glanced at him. "That's what it is, everybody knows
that, and Stephanie, well everybody knows she's a virgin, right?"

Chris' dad chuckled and drank his beer, and this was going about the
way I expected. A lot innuendo, a lot of humiliation. He just couldn't
leave it alone, seriously. Georgie had some sort of chip on his
shoulder and I didn't know why. I wondered if he acted like this when
I wasn't around. I mean, not specifically, since obviously his
comments were all aimed at me, but in general. I wondered if he looked
for ways to embarrass Mark when it was just him coming over to see
Chris.

"Who's a virgin?" Chrissy's mom surprised us as she stood behind the
closed screen door and I had no idea how long she'd been there.

Wendy was giggling and from what I could see, looking very much like
she always did, ready for someone to throw her on the floor and do bad
things to her. She was an attractive woman anyway, with large perfect
breasts and a sexy, voluptuous figure. She had blonde hair to her
shoulders and blue eyes above her high cheeks. Chris looked a lot like
her that way, but where he was rather tall and lean, Wendy was curvy
and, well, voluptuous, as I said, and she didn't look nearly old
enough to be my boyfriend's mom.

She was wearing a yellow shirt, probably one of Chris' I thought, but
unbuttoned and just knotted between her heavy tits. It showed off
Wendy's soft tummy and a lot of pale skin below that as she was
wearing some red hipsters, the suede kind that are really soft and
skin tight. They fell so low around her hips and stomach that I
seriously doubted the woman was wearing any panties, I mean, I could
see the beginning of her mound, the little swell of fat just beginning
above the little silver snap of her pants. 

"Well, it sure ain't you, Wen!" Georgie laughed. "How's that dinner
coming?"

"Fifteen minutes," Wendy replied. "I need some butter though, I forgot
to pick some up. Chris dear, think you could run and buy me some
butter?"

"Uh, yeah." Chris closed his eyes for a second. "Sure, Mom." 

"Oh, well, we can go with you," I said, probably sounding a little too
hopeful for my own good.

"Oh, no. You two just take a rest," Wendy was saying as she opened the
door. "Chris is a big boy, he can manage by himself. Here's some money
and drive carefully, no need to go racing for butter."

Chris stood up reluctantly and took the money from his mom's hand. He
gave me an apologetic look, but it wasn't like any of us could do
anything about it. Neither Mark or I were much accustomed to being
disrespectful to parents, ours or anyone else's, and being in the
Wheelock home was probably the one time a long streak of bad might
have come in useful. As it was though, we did as we were told, hoping
we could survive the next hour or so and get away with little more
than something new to shake our heads over later.

"I'll be right back," Chris said to us and Wendy was smiling, giving
her son a kiss on the lips, and giving his waist a little squeeze. She
was about the most touchy-feely mom I'd ever seen.

"Okay," I said and Mark just sort of looked at me and it was always
weird being in a friend's house when the friend isn't there.

We all sort of watched as Chris walked off the porch and to his mom's
car, that Honda sedan, and Wendy gave her son a little wave as he
glanced back at the porch before getting in. It wasn't a long ways to
the crossroads where the store was, maybe ten minutes each way,
probably less if Chris drove fast, like I hoped he would. Five minutes
in the store and...I sighed softly, not wanting to be impolite.

"Oh, I just remembered something else." Wendy rolled her eyes.
"Georgie, I need some help with a pickle jar."

"A pickle jar?" Georgie looked at her. "Why didn't you bring out
here?"

"Because I was thinking about butter!" Wendy giggled and it sounded
exactly like Chrissy's, which always surprised me.

"Well, I'm comfy now, and I'm entertaining our guests," Georgie said
with a curt nod and a wink at me.

"Georgie..." Wendy gave him a wifely warning, but her husband ignored
it.

"Nope." Georgie shook his head. "I got my chair, my beer, my sun going
down, and..."

"Never mind, I'll use a hammer..." Wendy sighed dramatically.

"I can open it for you, Mrs. Wheelock. If you want," Mark offered, but
only because he was brought up that way. Still, I wished he hadn't.

"Oh, would you Mark? You're so sweet." Wendy turned on her smile and
it was a good one, as good as any of mine I was sure, and I didn't
like it.

"Uh, sure." Mark glanced at me. "Be right back, okay?"

"Yeah," I nodded.

"We'll be fine." Georgie said, smiling all the while. "Go help Wendy
with her big pickle problem, son. I'll hold down the..." he looked at
me, "...fort, so to speak."

"See, Georgie? That's called manners." Wendy clucked her tongue and
held the door open for Mark. "You're a real dear, Mark."

And then they were gone, the screen door closing softly behind Wendy
and leaving me alone on the front porch with Georgie Wheelock.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Well now, alone at last." Georgie smiled like a crocodile and patted
his thigh. "Why don't you come on over here and sit in my lap, we'll
have ourselves a little talk."

"What?" I almost laughed.

"It's about time we sorted this whole mess out, don't you think?" he
said patiently. "Come on over here now, I won't hurt you."

"I don't think so, uh..." I shook my head, "...what mess?"

I had no idea what he was talking about or where he might have gotten
the idea that I'd ever do something like that, but there was no way I
was going to sit on Georgie's lap.

"Oh, I think you'll change your mind, Stephanie..." He reached out quick
and grabbed my right arm, pulling me out of my chair easily. He was
big and strong and obviously determined.

"Hey!" I started to protest and for a second I even thought I could
fight him off, but Georgie didn't even have to get up.

He pulled me close and spun me around, with his left arm going around
my waist, pinning my own left arm to my body and then holding my right
arm, like he was a snake, one of those pythons, wrapping me up so
quickly I barely realized what was going on. I started to scream
because I was suddenly frightened and my heart was pounding, and
Georgie did have me on his lap, just like he wanted, with my ass
squirming on his hard bulge and my back against his broad chest.

"Shhhh..." Georgie's right hand clamped over my mouth, actually half my
face, as it was so large, and anything I might have said was useless,
and all my screams for help were wasted.

He held me tightly and just chuckled as I fought against him, shaking
and using up precious energy. I wasn't going anywhere and he knew it.
The man was big, bigger than Mark or even my dad, and a whole lot
bigger than I was. He was willing to wait for me to figure that out
and after half a minute or so I finally stopped. My body burned with
fear and humiliation and my eyes were wet with hot tears. I wondered
where Mark was, why he wasn't coming back, and I felt pangs of self-
pity again, since it was the second time in one day, and only the
second time in my whole life, that someone had done this...Thing.
Whatever it was.

"Now, that's better," Georgie whispered with his mouth close to my
right ear. "We don't have a lot of time, so pay attention. I'm gonna
let go of your mouth, but don't you go screaming, you understand? You
start yelling for that boyfriend of yours and I'm liable to forget my
good manners."

I blinked hard and nodded and Georgie relaxed the hand covering my
mouth so I could suck cool air into my burning lungs. I thought about
yelling for Mark, but I was too frightened. Georgie had to be crazy, I
thought, grabbing me like this. He could hurt me if he wanted and I
didn't want that, I just wanted him to let me go and I was so scared
of him right then.

"You really are something, Steph. You got 'em all fooled, don't you?"
Georgie's voice was friendly, but he was holding me tight and his
right hand stayed on my chin and loose around my neck. "The people
around here got you so high up on a pedestal, I'm surprised you don't
get a nose bleed."

"W-What?" I breathed, trying to understand what he was talking about.

"I go down to the VFW most nights. Have a few beers, talk to the
fellas, you know?" Georgie continued. "And those stupid sonsabitches
are always talking about you, did you know that?"

"No." I sucked my lips and my head was down.

"Well, they do. Like they're all in love with you and how pretty you
are, and how good you are. Sweet as your mama's cherry pie, that's
you, Stephanie, and those boys are so proud of you."

"I don't..." I shook my head because Georgie wasn't making any sense.

"They don't have the balls to say it, but I know they want to fuck
you," Georgie laughed. "You know it too, huh? You've seen the way
those men look at you and you like it. A little slut like you, playing
the virgin and shakin' her ass at everybody like she don't ever give
it up."

"N-No, I'm not..."

"And they really do think you're a virgin! That's the kicker."
Georgie's arm tightened a little more and he shifted in his chair so
that I could feel his trapped prick rubbing my ass hard. "But I know
the truth of it. I know you love to fuck. Hell, you need it so much
you gotta have two boyfriends keepin' that little puss happy. You're
the biggest slut around, ain't you?"

"No!" I shook my head. "It's not like that."

"So I sit there and drink my beer and I keep that little fact to
myself. I don't tell those boys what I know, because I'm watching out
for you, Stephanie. I'm keeping your secret safe," Georgie sighed into
my hair. "Now, all I want in return is a little taste of what my boy's
been getting every day. That's not so bad for a slut like you, is it?
Give old Georgie a little bit of that cherry pie down there between
your legs? Hell, you might even enjoy something like that."

"P-Please...No, we...I can't..." I gave a little sob as I realized he was
trying to blackmail me. He was going to tell everyone about me and my
boyfriends and ruin my reputation. Ruin my life.

"Ohhh, I think you can," Georgie chuckled. "It ain't nothing you
haven't done before. Now tell me how you want to be my little girl and
ride your new Daddy's big cock."

"No..." I breathed, shaking my head because that was sick, "...Fuck you."

I'd had it. I was thinking of what Kelly and Brittany had done to me,
and now this. It was supposed to be the best day of my life and it was
turning into the worst. I couldn't believe someone would do this, a
parent, someone's father. Chris' father. It was insane and so
completely wrong. I was crying and my body wouldn't stop shaking. I
felt like something was clawing at my heart, ripping it up while my
stomach got twisted into knots so tight I thought I was dying inside.

But I didn't care what happened to me. Georgie could say whatever he
wanted. Fuck him! I'd tell my parents, and Mark's parents, and the
Sheriff, and the principal at school. I'd tell everyone what Georgie
had said and what he'd done and someone would care. I'd be a slut, my
parents would be unhappy, my friends disappointed because I'd been a
liar, but Georgie would go to jail. It was a fair trade right then. My
life was ruined either way, but at least this way I'd get some
satisfaction.

"Heh!" Georgie snorted. "You even think like a virgin, don't you? I
guess that's why you sell it so good."

"I'm never going to let you fuck me," I promised him.

"We'll see," Georgie nodded. "How about this then. You give me what I
want and I won't tell everyone about how you and that fag boyfriend of
yours turned my boy into a cocksucker."

"Wha-What?" I jerked hard and he covered my mouth again because maybe
I was going to scream.

"They make a cute couple, I give 'em that. Mark and Chris look good
together." Georgie's lips brushed my ear. "You think I'm stupid just
cause I played football? I can spot a couple queers like them a mile
away and I gotta tell you, Steph, I wasn't too happy about it."

I was crying silently and wondering where Mark was. How long did it
take to open a jar of pickles? And even if Mark did come out to the
porch, what difference was it going to make? Georgie could blackmail
all of us. I didn't know how he'd found out about Mark and Chris, but
I guessed they'd given some clue, somehow during one of Mark's visits.
However it had happened, Georgie knew his son and Mark were lovers and
it broke me inside finally.

"Be a lot of bad news for everybody if that was to get out," Georgie
kept talking softly. "At first I figured I'd have to do something
about it, you know? It's a hard thing coming to realize my own boy's a
cocksucker, but then I started wondering what you get out of the deal,
Stephanie. You like to watch them fuck, is that it? I bet you do. I
bet it gets you all hot and bothered watching those two boys go at it...
Now how fast do you think that little bit of news would get around,
huh?"

He was killing me with every word and I was sobbing in Georgie's
relentless grasp.

"Course, I'll just blame you and Mark. A slut like you and your fag
boyfriend seducing the new boy," Georgie laughed. "Folks will believe
that, cause they turn quick when the people they thought were perfect
turn out not to be. Believe me, girl, I know all about that. They'll
run you out of the county, you and your whole fuckin' family."

I was pleading silently for Mark to come back, but I didn't know what
he could do. Georgie had all of us tied up, it seemed like.

"Guess I'll have to sell the farm though, move my family down to
Florida maybe. Get Chris a little therapy, you know? Get him in to see
a shrink so he can get his head fixed. Oh yeah. Lottsa people are
gonna believe that, Steph and you're gonna lose everything. I promise
you that, darlin'."

I was groaning with pain, but no sound was escaping.

"Now, do you still want to tell me no?" Georgie asked gently. "Or do
you want to do the smart thing, the right thing, and save the people
you love from all that trouble?"

"You're a monster..." I breathed as Georgie let go of my mouth.

"Now, I don't need an answer right away," Georgie said almost
reasonably. "I'll give you some time to think about it. You go on to
the bathroom. Wash your face and make yourself pretty for dinner.
You're gonna be sitting right next to me and I tell you what, you take
off those little shorts, your panties too, if a slut like you wears
any, and show me that little bush while we're having our dinner. You
do that and I'll keep your secrets."

I didn't move, or even breathe. I was just numb by then.

"But if you want to call my bluff? All you gotta do is leave 'em on."
Georgie let go of me then, opening his arms so I just sat there on his
lap. "Go on now. Wash up, and think about what I said."

I got up slowly, feeling weak and miserable and I could barely walk.
My face felt puffy and my eyes were sore. I'd never done so much
crying in my life as I'd done this day and I was exhausted by it, all
the emotional ups and down, the highest and lowest of my young life. I
wasn't ready for it and I didn't know how to handle it.

"Oh, and Stephanie..." Georgie grabbed my arm, stopping me as I started
walking away, "...Not a word of this to anyone, understand me? Chris
finds out, or Mark, and it's all over. I'll take out a fucking ad in
the newspaper, you got me?"

"Yes," I said, but I doubted he could hear me.

"Good." Georgie let me go and I shuffled to the door, opening it, and
for the hundredth time I wondered where Mark was and why he hadn't
been there when I needed him. Again.

"Well, looks like Chris is back with the butter," Georgie said and I
didn't turn to look.

I didn't see Mark or Wendy, but I wasn't looking for them either. They
were probably in the kitchen and Chrissy's mom was probably fawning
over him the way she did. I didn't know or even care, my mind wasn't
working and all I felt was frightened mostly, and humiliated. I'd
expected trouble, a long time ago when Georgie knew my secret, but I'd
never suspected this was coming.

I spent a long time in the bathroom, but not long enough. I washed my
face, trying somehow to look normal, but my eyes were red and sore. I
brushed my hair and pulled my bangs over my face, like a black veil,
or a shroud really, cause that's how it felt. I put on the little bit
of makeup I had and scrubbed my hands and arms, everywhere the man had
touched me, but mostly I just stared at myself, feeling guilty and sad
and full of self-pity.

I remembered what Chris had said a month before, how everything he'd
ever wanted always came with strings attached, and now I finally
believed him. I almost started crying again, and I couldn't believe
his own father would do those things to Chris. It was evil. I didn't
want to believe there were any people like that anywhere, but now I
knew there were. Georgie would do it too, I thought, and even if he
wouldn't, how could I call his bluff?

It was impossible.

I finally heard Wendy calling everyone to dinner and I swallowed hard,
blinking back the tears that threatened, and did the only thing I
could. I slowly removed my cheer shorts and then my panties, pulling
them off my feet one at a time and stuffing them into my purse. 

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Now you sit here, Mark..." Mrs. Wheelock was pushing Mark gently into a
chair and I glanced at him, but mostly I avoided him and he was
looking down anyway. "...Chris right there..."

I ended up between Wendy and Georgie, with Mark to Wendy's right, and
Chris to Georgie's left at the big round table in their dining room.
There was a long white table cloth draped over it and I sat close to
the table, feeling very self-conscious as I was sitting there with
nothing covering my sex but the short pleats of my cheerleading skirt.

Chrissy's mom had made a roast and there was a lot of food, so maybe
she did know how to cook a little. I didn't pay much attention anyway
though. Chris looked at me confused when it became obvious that
something was bothering me and I wouldn't meet his eyes as he sat
across from me. Mark too seemed rather subdued and none of us were
very cheerful or animated.

Except for Chrissy's parents. Georgie was in a fine mood and so was
his wife, and together they carried most of the talk around the
table. 

"Mmmm....This is a nice dinner, Wen," Georgie was saying about a minute
after we started eating and that was when I felt his right hand on my
bare thigh.

"Oh. Thank you, honey," Wendy smiled. "Mark, make sure you get enough
now. You're a growing boy. You need your protein."

I closed my ears and tried to keep my fork from shaking as I made like
nothing was going on. I felt Georgie's hand squeezing me, pulling at
my leg so I'd spread for him and he was reaching higher while we sat
there at the dinner table. His fingers sliding to the inside and up
and it seemed to take an eternity before he found my bare sex with his
fingers.

"Ohhh..." I gasped, I couldn't help it and I blushed hard when I
realized Mark and Chris were looking at me.

"Are you okay, Steph?" Chris leaned over a little.

"Y-Yeah. I'm fine..." I nodded and his dad was rubbing the tip of a
finger along my dry slit. "...I just choked a little." I reached for my
glass of water.

"So, you're going to be the Homecoming Queen, isn't that something!"
Wendy turned to me with a big smile on her pretty face.

"Uh-huh," I agreed and I didn't trust myself to try and speak.

"Mark and Chris are going to be riding on the float with her, isn't
that right, Mark?" Georgie pushed his finger inside me painfully and I
squirmed, biting my bottom lip as my pussy opened slowly for him.

"Uh, yes sir," Mark answered and he shifted a little himself, glancing
at Wendy who just smiled at him.

"You boys will be so handsome together!" Wendy giggled. "I think it's
so nice that Chris has made such good friends. He's really very fond
of you two."

"Mom, come on..." Chris rolled his eyes.

"What did I say? It's true isn't it, and Stephanie is a lovely girl,"
Wendy nodded. "A man would be lucky to have a girl like her, don't you
think, Georgie?"

"Hmmm? Oh yeah, she's a pretty one alright." Georgie nodded and he
wiggled his finger inside me rapidly, like he was trying to get me
wet.

"See?" Wendy smiled at her son. "You should be proud of your friends."

"I am proud, Mom," Chris replied with a soft sigh.

"I suppose we should go to Clearview and find you something nice to
wear," Wendy judged. "Mark, what are you going to wear?"

"Mmmm, I'm not sure yet, uh...I guess I'll have to rent a tuxedo, or
something," Mark shrugged. "I didn't know I was going to be, what do
they call us?"

"Consorts." Chris gave Mark a little smile. "Maybe we should go
together, tomorrow after practice."

"Yeah, we could do that," Mark said and then they both looked at me.
"Can you go to Clearview tomorrow night?"

I cleared my throat and Georgie was still fingering me, keeping his
finger deep while he rubbed his thumb over my clit. I wasn't excited.
I mean, emotionally I was terrified and embarrassed by it, but my
body, my stupid pussy didn't seem to understand that and my clit was
hard for him, my sex growing moist much to Georgie's delight, I was
sure.

"Maybe, I'll uh, have to...Uh..." Georgie pressed his thumb down hard on
my clit for a second and I shivered, "...ask." I lowered my red face and
reached for more water.

"We could stop by the mall, if you want to find a dress or something,"
Chris said.

"Yeah," I nodded and took a small bite of my roast feeling my pussy
clasping Georgie's thick finger like a soft wet mouth and he was
fucking me easily now.

"You should get a haircut too maybe," Georgie said to his son.

"Oh no!" Wendy frowned. "You leave your hair alone, Chris. He's so
pretty like that, don't you think so, Mark?"

"Uh..." Mark blinked at her, maybe wondering if she'd really just asked
him if he thought Chris was pretty.

"Play with my cock," Georgie whispered in my ear while the others were
busy for the moment.

I swallowed hard, but I did it, bringing my left hand under the table
and into Mr. Wheelock's lap so I could feel the hard lump of his prick
inside his jeans. If anyone was wondering why Georgie was only eating
with his left hand, nobody said anything, and now I was just eating
with my right. It seemed like a really bad dream.

"Well, I yeah...Chris looks nice," Mark cleared his throat.

"My hair isn't pretty, Mom." Chris shook his head. "It's just hair. I
like it this way anyhow, so don't worry I'm not going to cut it."

"You could color it though." Wendy giggled and leaned closer to her
son, which meant she was leaning over Mark mostly, her big round tits
practically falling onto his plate.

"Color it?" Georgie frowned, but just for his wife, he was feeling
good as my hand worked the outline of his cock, stroking it more or
less through the denim.

"Yeah, just, um...add a little more gold, I think," Wendy nodded and
everyone was looking at Chris now, which gave Georgie an opportunity
to bring his other hand down long enough to unzip his pants and I knew
what he wanted.

"I'm not going to color my hair." Chris rolled his eyes.

"Oh, it always gets so light in the winter though!" Wendy pouted.
"Just a little color, some of that L'Oreal that I use, Honey Blonde."

I reluctantly slid my hand inside the opening Georgie had made and I
found his sweaty cock thick and curled up and I worked it free so that
it was soon jutting stiffly from his open zipper under the table. He
gave me a soft groan of approval as I started jerking him off, a
little awkwardly since I'm not left handed, and I didn't want anyone
to know what I was doing. 

"How about something else?" Chris suggested. "Some magenta maybe, or
um blue? I could just streak it, maybe do the ends."

"Chris." Wendy gave him a look.

"Like Angie's hair, have you seen her?" Chris looked at Mark.

"Oh yeah, go for it dude." Mark grinned and that was his first smile
since we'd sat down. "Just watch out, Stephy might spill something on
you."

"What?" I hadn't really been paying attention as I was trying my best
not to feel good as my pussy was getting hot now, and very wet around
Georgie's finger.

"You're not going to put any blue in your hair," Wendy decided. "But
when you go to Clearview tomorrow, you get some coloring. Honey
Blonde, don't forget."

"Yeah, yeah..." Chris nodded, but he was looking at me again, wondering
what was wrong.

I was getting seriously wet, that was one thing that was wrong with
me, and I didn't want to be. I hated that betrayal, but there wasn't
anything I could do about it. Georgie knew his way around a pussy and
he'd made my clitty hard and buzzing rather easily. He curled his
finger inside me and he could tell when he found the right spot, the
sensitive place hidden along the top of my sex. He tickled it gently,
making me shiver and close my eyes and blush, and then he'd stop for a
few minutes, letting me relax while I played with his cock. 

I just worked my fist up and down slowly, feeling his precum leak out
of the swollen head, running wetly down the shaft, over and under my
fingers. He wasn't overly large, like Mark was, but more like Chris in
the penis department. About the same length, but a little fatter maybe
and without the natural bend that Chris' had. It was hot and throbbing
and that was turning me on too, although I thought maybe cutting it
off wouldn't be a bad idea. There was nothing emotional about what we
were doing, it was just physical, and it showed me clearly the
difference between sex and love.

Sex was so badly overrated it wasn't funny, in my opinion. I made love
every day with one or both of my boyfriends, and so I knew the
difference.

"Go upstairs, wait for me," Georgie whispered as we were finishing up
dinner finally.

The meal had been the longest of my life, like it had lasted for
years, but it had been a lot less than an hour, probably closer to
half an hour. But it had seemed to be much longer and I was both glad
and a bit unhappy that it was over. I knew Georgie wanted to fuck me
and I was going to let him do it.

If I'd had dreams of being a slut, well at least they were coming
true, I told myself with a bitter laugh. I just felt sorry for myself
though, as I excused myself for the bathroom, going to the one
upstairs as Georgie had instructed me. I could feel my juices leaking
out of my splayed sex, Chrissy's dad had really worked my pussy good
with his hand. He must have had a lot of practice as a teenager, I
thought, because he probably could have made me cum, or most likely
not. I really needed a good mood before I could orgasm, and Georgie
was never going to make me feel like that. But he'd gotten me wet
though and that alone was humiliating enough.

But still, I'm ashamed to admit that part of me did like it. A small
part to be sure, and I part I didn't even want to admit existed, but
like any fantasy anyone ever had, it was there. I was being forced to
do something I didn't want to. I was having sex with my fourth person
in one day. I'd masturbated with my boyfriend's dad at the dinner
table, right in front of his wife and son and Mark. And now I was
sneaking upstairs, wet and hot inside and hating myself, but a tiny
part of me way down deep was hot for it. I was a slut now, a real one,
and I knew it beyond a doubt.

And like the slut I was, I was rubbing my pussy while I waited.

I heard footsteps coming and I hoped it was Mark, or Chris. How
perfect would that have been? I would have come in a second, as soon
as one of them touched me. I was ready for it, I needed it. Not the
sex, but the love, that was what was going to get me off. I'd been the
bad girl for the last hour, I'd played the slut, now I wanted to get
off on it, but with someone I loved, not Georgie. It sounds strange,
but there's no good explanation for it, you just have to take my word
for it. 

"Good girl..." Georgie grinned when he saw me, stepping into the
bathroom and locking the door behind him.

"Just get it over with," I said, wanting very much to hide my
excitement.

"Get on your knees. I wanna see my cock in that pretty little mouth of
yours." Georgie said with a gloating smile.

"I don't..."

"Yeah, you do," Georgie snorted. "Chris told us all about the things
you do for him."

"Chris told you?" I stared at the man and he seemed to fill that small
bathroom completely. I felt small and claustrophobic.

"Down here. In front of me..." Georgie reached out and pushed me down so
that I knelt on the cool linoleum floor and I undid his jeans while he
watched me.

"Yeah, that's it, take it out, Stephanie. Give it a kiss, baby. You're
going to be real good friends with my dick from now on."

I fumbled with his pants, wondering if Chris and Mark were missing me
and how I'd ever explain to them what was going on. The reality was
hitting me again, pushing my fantasy aside, and I didn't feel good
about what I was doing. I felt sick to my stomach and I started crying
as I pulled Mr. Wheelock's penis free of his jeans. I was barely aware
of it until I had to blink at the wetness so I could see what I was
doing.

This was my boyfriend's dad. I loved Chris and his own father was
abusing me, that was the truth and I leaned forward at Georgie's
urging, touching the wet head of his cock to my closed lips, but I
couldn't open them. I was going to throw up, it hit me just that
quickly and I sat back on my heels, swallowing back down the little
bit of supper I had, holding Georgie's cock loosely in my right hand,
and crying. This wasn't fantasy, not any more, and I couldn't
rationalize it. I wasn't a slut at all and I wasn't even wet anymore,
my sex was drying up even as my face grew wet.

"You better start sucking, slut," Georgie warned me and a few seconds
later when I didn't move he slapped my face. Not too hard, but just
the shock of it was painful enough and I .

"I said suck!" He didn't say it loud, but it sounded like a shout in
my head and I felt my cheek turning red maybe from his palm.

"That's the way you want it?" Georgie said, or something like that.
"We'll do it this way..."

He grabbed my jaw in his hand, digging his thumb almost painfully into
one cheek and his fingers in the other, squeezing my mouth open and
pulling me forward by my hair with the other hand.

I started yelling, a pathetic high pitched moan more than anything
else that was cut off as suddenly as it started when Georgie pushed
with his hips to force his cock into my open mouth. My teeth scraped
his sensitive skin and he swore at me, cursing me under his breath,
but Georgie didn't let me go. He just fucked my mouth, raping my face
while I hit his thighs with my fists, or tried to scratch him and
finally tried to pull his hands away, but he was too strong. I tried
biting too, but he squeezed my jaw even harder and that did hurt, so I
just ended up opening my mouth wider for him.

He fucked my mouth for God only knows how long, five minutes or ten, I
didn't know. I was shaking and my body burned, my lungs aching as I
tried to breathe around that choking cock. My nose was stuffed and
runny and my face was wet with tears and saliva and snot. I wasn't
beautiful at all, I wasn't even human, I was just a tool for Georgie
to get himself off with and when he was tired of that he pushed me
away.

"Now we're going to fuck," he said softly. 

I didn't protest when he rolled me over, onto my stomach and took me
like that, from behind on the bathroom floor. Georgie stabbed his cock
hard into my pussy and I wasn't very wet anymore. It hurt and I might
have screamed, but he was covering my mouth. This wasn't love, it
wasn't even sex; it was just rape. He fucked his cock into my pussy
for a few minutes, not long at all, before he was cumming.

Georgie jammed his cock inside me as far as he could, pulling up on my
head, like he was trying to bend me in two and I moaned against his
hand, fighting for every little bit of air I could find. He had my
pelvis pinned to the floor and my body was pulled up hard when I felt
it. His dirty sperm flooding me and I hated him for it. I hated myself
for letting him do it. I was stained now and forever, I thought. His
smell was on me, that sweaty stink of the man's body. The stench of
his semen as it filled my womb. I could hear his heavy breathing and
feel his weight on top of me. I felt like I was buried in him.

"You're a pretty lame fuck." Georgie said, washing his cock in the
sink. I was just curled up on the floor near his feet. "Next time I
want it better, understand me, slut?"

I didn't answer. I just lay there, my knees to my tummy, my elbows
close to my breasts and my hands together at my mouth, like I was
praying. This wasn't my fantasy at all and I'd been lying to myself,
lying between the dinner table and the bathroom, trying to feel good
about something bad. But it was done with now and I was dying inside. 

"You better get yourself cleaned up before somebody sees you," Georgie
told me and he just left me there, not even bothering to close the
bathroom door behind him. Georgie must have figured he was king of the
world, like none of us could do anything now. We belonged to him.

I wasn't moving though. I wasn't ever going to move again. I just
wanted to close my eyes and wake up. The whole day was wrong; it
couldn't be real. I would close my eyes and sleep and when I opened
them again I would be in my bed. It would be Tuesday morning and I
wouldn't be the Homecoming Queen. I wouldn't fight with Angie, or make
love with Chris at school, or fight with Kelly and Brittany. None of
those things were real. Ms. Hayden hadn't seduced me. Chrissy's dad
hadn't raped me. 

It wasn't real.



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