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BJ - Part III - Dating - Catch the Prologue and Parts I and II to BJ (also
posted here)

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The following is a story. A conjured event which has no basis in fact.
Don't try this at home unless you practice, in real life, how my mind works
in fantasy. If you do, may your favorite deity have mercy. Have fun reading
it and...

Let me know what you think of it, good, bad or ugly.

Send comments to: Biscayne @ix.netcom.com

The usual disclaimer does not apply for those over 18.

BJ

Part III - Dating

Chapter 1 - FIRST DATE

With all girls under sixteen, the fear of pregnancy and the horror of
abortion were always biggest barriers to sex. Strangely enough, morals
never entered into the equation. Right or wrong, moral or immoral, sex
was fun and it was difficult to resist.

Pregnancy and abortion were the only two barriers which kept BJ from
doing it. But now with those obstacles removed, BJ could afford to be
more outgoing. The more she thought about it, the more she realized just
how fortunate she was. She really wanted to start enjoying herself more.
She no longer suppressed the fantasies

One thing she intended to immediately initiate was to freely indulge in the
depraved and degenerate hedonistic pleasures some of her friends at
school talked about. The pleasures she had only once enjoyed, and had
dreamed of often ever since - when she not only let her best friend's
father seduce her, but actually encouraged him to rape and sodomize
her.

Two years had passed since that, her first and only real, sexual
experience. Those two years seemed to be an eternity, but looking back,
she was glad they were over. She had a lot of time to think about her
feelings - about what she had done - about what had been done to her.

Although extremely tormenting, being violated as she had been made the
experience dangerous, exciting and, horrors, fun. BJ was glad she could
see with such clarity. Some girls, after being subjected to rape, remained
mentally scarred for life. If she had known then what she knew now about
her sterile body, no one and nothing would have been to stop her.

In the days, weeks and months following that first and only sexual
experience, there was a continually intense desire within her young body
to succumb to the pleasures of flesh. Whenever she saw a boy, her body
temperature rose, her nipples became exceedingly sensitive, her anus
puckered uncontrollably and she became extremely wet between the
legs.

To quell these explosive desires she took cold showers and exercised
until she was exhausted several hours each and every day. She had the
tightest body in school and that was a problem too. To the boys, who
always seemed to be in heat, a tight body meant a tight pussy and one
hell of a good time.

Because of these desires, she had to break off all friendly relationships
with the boys she knew and had grown up with in the neighborhood. Any
one of them, given them the opportunity, could have provide her with
what she truly wanted. To keep herself from allowing them that
opportunity, she stopped seeing them. She withdrew into her own little
fantasy world where, in her dreams, she could have sex with any or all of
them. And though she didn't consciously masturbate, what she did while
asleep was a different matter. As long as she didn't go to bed with
anyone, she'd wake up with nothing more than a sweating body and a
wet hand.

But now, knowing she could never get pregnant, it had all changed. She
was better off than anyone, even those whose age qualified them for the
implant. Nothing was ever perfect. Not unlike the oral contraceptives
widely ingested three decades ago, the contraceptive implant was not
100% effective. Many girls who had the implant did not have sex. The
chance of public humiliation that an abortion would bring upon them and
their family was a greater force than the desire to have sex.

That only left disease. It had been a good thing when AIDS and virtually
every other form of sexually transmittable disease has been cured back in
'95. Because now BJ could do whatever she wanted, with whomever she
wanted, without a care in the world.

Because of this new, and barely explored freedom, BJ made many
personal resolutions, the first and not least of which was to put out on her
very first date. She had no idea how far it would go, how many lovers she
would end up having, or even if she could sexually satisfy herself or her
dates.

Her first lover, the man who had raped her, did not satisfy her - she had
to masturbate while he balled her. But, then again, if she was going to
start putting out, she didn't really care if the guys could satisfy her.
Satisfaction was on the back burner. To put it bluntly, she just wanted to
have lots of sex.

She remembered enough of her first experience to get the ball rolling
and, with a little more experience, she believed she could keep it rolling. It
was dangerous, fun and exciting the first time. She was determined to
make it as dangerous and as much fun and exciting as possible now, if
not more, than it had been then.

Once her mind was made up, she was never one to procrastinate. She
started by fulfilling her resolution the very same day of her doctor's
appointment.

The guy she had chosen, John, was a boy from her neighborhood, one
with which she had grown up, and probably the one to whom she had
been the closest. Before she allowed herself to be raped two years before,
she had been out with him more than with any other guy because he
never tried anything. He respected her and she truly loved him for it.

Yes, they had done all the normal childhood things, including playing
doctor when they were both nine years old. It was she that introduced him
to it, after David showed it to her. She had touched him between the legs
and felt his hairless groin tighten and the little penis grow in her hand. He
had probed all her private parts - between her legs and between her
cheeks. She had felt the same strange euphoria, when his nine year old
fingers probed her hairless vagina, which she would not fully understand
until she broke it off with him and David and experimented upon herself.

Up until the time they were both fourteen, they had been really good
friends. They even dated occasionally, if you could call walking two miles
to the movies and sneaking in without paying a real date. Neither of them
had any money and it was just as well. The excitement and danger of
being caught was much more fun. She was really a sweet girl. The
thought of it now made her want to gag herself on a big black dick. She
could have been a slut all those years and had much more fun.

The feelings she had for John those two long years - she imagined they
were guilt for turning him away - but now she realized they were secret
desires for him to take advantage of her, even rape her. If someone -
John - had raped her, then she could have had the sex without the guilt.
Was he weak for not forcing himself upon her like so many boys did to
their girlfriends?

Why her parents let her date at such an early age was now apparent.
They knew she couldn't get pregnant and therefore did not feel the need
to protect her from what most parents of teen-aged girls knew to be
animal desires within all young men. But what they never did realize was
that she had the same animalistic desires.

In the two years between the time she was agreeably violated and her
sixteenth birthday, BJ had been a rather elusive and secretive girl. She
never called John up any more nor did she return any