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     After Gina went home, Stephanie did not forget completely
about Serge.  That week at school, she kept seeing him in the hall
and tried to avoid making eye-contact.
     Meanwhile, Matt Barrow, the star quarterback of the school,
and a gorgeous hunk of a guy, was putting some moves on her.  She
responded in a lukewarm fashion, certain that Matt was a softheaded
fool.  But seeing him in tight jeans always gave her enough
incentive to be civil and talk to him for as long as he could keep
a conversation going.  Most often, thankfully, that was not much
longer than a few sentences.
     One day, though, when they were alone in the football coach's
office, he surprised her.  "So Steph, I guess I've gotten friends
enough with you to ask you out.  I mean, I want to ask you to the
dance on Friday."
     "That's sweet of you, Matt.  I'm not sure if I'll go though,
because I'm sure I know what you've got in mind for after the
dance."
     Matt blushed and looked at the floor.  "Aw come on Steph. 
It's not like you haven't noticed how I feel about you.  I think
I'm in love."
     "Well," she said crossing her arms over her breasts, "I've
noticed how you talk to your friends about me.  And I've heard what
they've said back."
     "What do you mean?"  How could she have heard their locker-
room talk?
     "`Yeah, Matt, can you imagine how hot her pussy is?'  `Well,
guys, we'll find out on Friday.  A few beers and a little coaxing
and she'll be riding my dick like a...' What was it?  `...a cowgirl
in heat.'  Very sweet Matt."  Stephanie had heard about their
conversation from the freshman ballboy who was friends with Gina's
brother Luke.  Her imitations of Matt and his friends rang very
true.
     Matt was dumbstruck, and his face was turning cherry-red.
     "How about: `Do you think she likes to suck cock?  Can you
imagine squirting a load all over those tits of hers, just like in
that porno movie we saw.'  You guys are pigs."
     He stammered an unintelligible excuse.
     Stephanie grabbed him by the collar with both hands.  "I know
exactly how you feel about me, Matt.  It's nothing like love.  It's
more like how I feel about you: you're a sexy piece of meat.  You
don't think I talk with the girls in our locker-room about you?"
     Matt raised his eyes off the ground for the first time since
he had looked down.  "What?"
     Stephanie released his collar and held his face tightly
between her palms.  "I wonder how good your tongue is, or if you
know how to use your cock so it feels better than a dildo with a
body attached to it.  But I have one problem: I'm a girl.  So
anything I actually do will come back to haunt me a thousand times
over.  I'll be called a slut and a bitch and a whore."
     "Noooo."  Matt shook his head incredulously, but knew she
spoke the truth.
     "And I don't want to have my senior year ruined by shit like
that.  If you were a nice guy, I wouldn't hesitate to let you throw
me across the coach's desk right now and fuck me in any hole you
wanted.  But, lets face it, Matt, you're a total goof and a
dickhead."
     The big quarterback looked like a little boy who'd just been
spanked but had managed to hold back the tears.  He was biting his
lower lip.  He continued to shake his head.  He hadn't a clue what
to say.
     Stephanie flew out the door before she lost her inertia -- and
smacked right into Serge the janitor.
     "I'm sorry, miss," Serge apologized.
     This time she couldn't avoid him.  "It's okay... Serge, isn't
it?"
     "Yes, miss," he took off his grimy baseball cap and offered a
hand to shake.
     She shook it.  It was warm and leathery.  He reminded her of
the horses at her stables.  "Yeah, I saw something about you in the
school paper," she lied.
     He seemed embarrassed by the fact that she knew about from a
newspaper article.  "Oh that.  That was nothing."  He still hadn't
released her hand.
     Matt stormed past them, and suddenly Steph was glad she was
still shaking Serge's hand.  At least Matt was unlikely to start
something.
     When Matt darted around the corner, though, Stephanie pulled
her hand away from Serge's.  "You always work this late?" she
asked.
     "Most nights.  The wife don't much like it, but the job keeps
us fed and clothed so she don't complain."
     Stephanie smiled.  He was a good old hick, probably from out
Galston Valley way.  She stepped away and said, "Well, I better get
going."  She scanned him from head to toe.  He was wearing
coveralls that were as grimy as his baseball cap.  But he smelled
only of oil and dust -- like a mechanic.  Then she noticed the lump
in his crotch.
     "Uh, miss, I couldn't help overhearing you and your boyfriend
earlier.  I was wondering if there was anything wrong.  Is he
bothering you?"  Serge seemed genuinely concerned, but if he really
did overhear all of their conversation, it would certainly explain
the hardness in his pants.
     "You know, Serge, I don't think your wife would like you
listening in on conversations like that."  Stephanie backed up
another step.
     Serge closed the gap again by taking two steps forward. 
"Well, miss, it sounds to me like you told that little bastard off
real good.  You really laid it on the line."
     Stephanie stopped backing up and smiled.  "You're right,
Serge, but that doesn't change the fact that what I said was too
hot to be overheard.  I mean, I bet it turned you on, didn't it?"
     "You mean that stuff about filling every one of your holes? 
Well, miss, I must admit I've thought some pretty nasty thoughts
about you from time to time.  You're a spicy little dish, but I
always treat women with respect."
     She moved a step closer to him.  "What nasty thoughts have you
had Serge?  Have you thought about me while you were with your
wife?"
     Serge fiddled with the baseball cap in his hands.  "Miss,
you're getting a little personal here.  I think it'd be best if you
just moved along now."
     She didn't know what was driving her, but this janitor that
had provoked a couple of nightmares in her, was now turning her on. 
"Come on Serge, do you think about me when you fuck your wife?"
     Serge's head snapped up and his eyes burned back at her.  She
jumped a little, but remained steadfast, awaiting the answer to her
provocative question.  "Yes, miss, I do.  Ever since I saw you at
your aerobics class, I've thought about you.  You're so fine, I
can't believe it."
     More confident than ever, now, she moved face-to-face with
him.  She could feel his breath; his skin smelled like Aqua Velva
and his breath like Listerine.  But the overall impression was
still of the dusty riding trails she loved.  "Do you want to fuck
me Serge?  Do you want all your perverted little fantasies to come
true?"  Stephanie though back to what Gina had asked her about
Serge's fantasies.  The answer, she now supposed, was yes.
     Serge couldn't believe his ears.  He was standing a few inches
away from the most beautiful young girl he had ever seen in real
life.  She was talking like a two-bit whore, and he was being
offered the trick for free.  "Well, miss, I think your values are
a little messed up and I know you don't want to be known as a slut. 
But you're better off letting me have my way with you than some
loudmouth QB from the school team.  Besides, I can tell you're
aching for an experienced tool to fill your muff."
     Stephanie licked his cheek and nibbled at his ear.  "Not just
my muff.  When you get home, I want your wife to smell my shit on
your tool.  I want it up the ass."  She grinned wickedly at him.
     Serge smiled.  "I must say, miss, it's been years since I
cornholed a little hussy like you.  The last arse I plugged was a
little Korean bitch in New York in 1959."  He seemed to drift back
from his faraway thoughts and concentrate on her once again.  He
still hadn't touched her, but she ignored that and continued to
nibble on his earlobe.
     "I bet you've asked your wife to let you fuck her up the ass
haven't you?"
     Serge laughed.  "Rowina?  Not her.  No sir.  She's a little
too straight laced for that kind of nonsense."
     Stephanie hugged him closer and continued her lusty
provocations.  "How will you know if you never try.  Maybe Rowina
has fantasies about you raping her ass with your big mean prick. 
I know I always used to think it was gross.  But my aunt told me
how great it can be if you both know what you're doing."
     "Come with me then, miss.  I know a place we can have some
privacy."
     She followed him down some back stairs she had never noticed
before.  The smell of diesel oil was even stronger down here.  It
was obviously near the furnace room, as the temperature went up
with the smell.  Before she saw the furnace, though, Serge ducked
under a bundle of large pipes and slipped a key into a little door
in the wall behind.  The door was half the height of a normal door
so she had to remain ducked down to follow him into the room.
     Serge flicked on the lights and quickly closed the door.  When
she stopped squinting, Stephanie saw that they were standing in a
large office, with a desk, two chairs, a couch, and full kitchen
facilities.  When she wandered around a little she even discovered
a toilet behind a cloth-and-wood screen.
     "How do you like my office?  I built it myself.  Nobody really
even knows it's here."
     What amazed Stephanie was the brightness of the room.  Serge
had installed four banks of fluorescent lights in the ceiling.  It
was shadowless.
     The office was also cool.  In her usual jeans and T-shirt,
Stephanie was feeling a little chilly--a major contrast to the heat
she felt emanating from the furnace somewhere beyond the little
door.
     "It's great, Serge.  You did a great job."  Stephanie hugged
her arms around her body to ward off the cool air.  "Do you have
the air conditioning on full blast?"
     "Oops.  Sorry about that.  I can't do much about the
temperature.  Maybe we should get down to what we came here for and
that should heat things up."  He leered at her and fiddled with the
crotch of his coveralls.  Stephanie noticed that his hard-on had
not subsided.
     She motioned with her head at the lump.  "Why don't you start
by showing me what you've got hiding in those pants.  Come on, show
me it.  Show me your cock, Serge."
     Serge just grinned and looked down at the obvious outline of
his prick.  "I want to show you something else first, miss."  He
took out his keyring again and stooped to unlock the bottom drawer
of his desk.  He pulled out a stack of magazines and spread them
out on the desktop.  "This is my private collection.  Have you ever
seen anything like these before?"
     Curious, Stephanie walked to the desk to see them.  "Wow." 
They were all very graphic porno magazines.  Titles like Cumfest,
Fuck My Asshole, Barnyard Fuckers, Golden Shower Sluts, and Pre-
Teen Gangbang screamed out at her in bright neon colours.  She
picked up a thick glossy publication called Farmer's Cocksucking
School and flipped through it.  The first page showed a handsome
middle-aged cowboy riding a horse.  It reminded Stephanie of the
Marlboro ads.  But she quickly realized that the magazine had no
ads at all; the pictures told a story, and every few pages was full
of text.  The story involved the cowboy (who was apparently
supposed to be a farmer) getting his cock sucked by his wife and
daughters, then getting them to suck off some of his friends.  The
friends bring over their young daughters and the farmer gets them
to suck all the cocks in the room too.  Stephanie was surprised how
young some of the girls were; they seemed no older than ten,
breastless and bushless.
     Her curiosity about the age of these girls made her pick up
the Pre-Teen Gangbang mag.  In this one the girls and boys were
sitting in their primary school classroom and their slutty-looking
teacher announces a class trip to the zoo.  One of the kids'
mothers comes along as a chaperon, and brings her infant child with
her.  On the way, their bus is highjacked by a biker gang who rape
the chaperon and the teacher in front of the kids.  Then a little
girl takes off her clothes and asks the bikers to do it to her too. 
They oblige her and most of the other little girls.  Finally the
bikers get the little boys to fuck their female classmates.  One
photo that shocked Stephanie was a huge cock spewing cum onto the
face of the baby, who was no older than a year.
     "Does this stuff turn you on?" Stephanie asked.  She purposely
controlled any sign of distaste.
     "Yeah, some.  How about you?"
     "Well I like all the cocks and cum and stuff, but this picture
of the baby is a bit much.  On the other hand, I wish I had someone
to teach me this stuff when I was a little girl."
     "Take a look at some of the other ones.  I want to find out
what you like."
     Stephanie picked up a magazine with a picture of a German
Shepherd on the cover.  It was called Puppy Lust and it chronicled
the adventures of two girls as they frolic through a small town
having sex with all of the neighbourhood dogs, as well as a few of
the dogs' male and female owners.
     "I like this one," Stephanie said.  "I think it's neat how two
girls could get so horny they'd fuck just about anything."
     "Do you look at dogs' cocks?"
     "Yeah.  I mean I've noticed them before."  Stephanie seemed a
little embarrassed and put Puppy Lust back on the desk.
     "What about piss?  Do you think about getting pissed on?"
     She flipped open a magazine called Piss Fest.  "I don't know. 
I've never really thought about it.  But now that I have, I guess
I think it's pretty gross actually."  Stephanie felt Serge's breath
on the back of her neck.  Through her jeans, she sensed the heat of
his groin behind her.  He was very aroused.  "Why?  Do you want to
piss on me?"
     Serge cleared his throat, then whispered: "I've thought about
it."  He finally touched her, running his hands up her sides and
cupping her breasts in his palms.  "Imagine my hot stream flowing
down between these big melons," he stroked both hands down over her
belly and pubis, "the golden trickle running through your furry
muff and across your joy buzzer."
     The picture Serge painted started to arouse Stephanie.  She
remembered the times as a young girl she had tried to catch a
glimpse of her father peeing.  She also thought about how good she
felt unclenching her full bladder after a long car ride.  "You
might be right that it would feel good, Serge, but I still think it
would stink."
     Serge pressed his erection into the cleft of her denim-clad
ass.  "Yeah, it would stink, but you'd beg for more.  You'd start
to love the smell, and you'd beg me to piss in your mouth."
     Her pussy was juicing up now, but she refused to allow herself
to sink into the gutter with Serge.  "Maybe, but I don't think so. 
There's no way I'd let a guy do that.  Maybe I'd just beg you to
fuck me."
     "Is that what you want right now missy?  Some nice hard tool
stuffed in your cunt?  Or do you still want it in your asshole?"
     "I think I'll just blow you and then get going home.  Is that
alright?  I know I can't leave you all worked up like this, but I
don't think I want to get all sweaty and gooey."
     "Okay, you can suck me off this time, but next time I see you
when school's out, I'll expect a little more."  Serge unzipped his
fly and hauled out his throbbing member.  "Here you go missy.  Give
it a good suck."
     Stephanie put down Piss Fest and kneeled in front of Serge. 
His crotch smelled of sweat and stale piss.  She slurped his shaft
into her mouth, licking away all the unpleasantness until all she
could taste was her own spit.  She felt very slutty, but that made
her all the more aroused.
     Serge finally puffed out a tremendous orgasm and Stephanie
swallowed every creamy drop.

     When Jim got home from work, he found Jane in her silk robe on
the couch.  He was about to strike up a conversation with her when
he realized she was on the phone.  Eavesdropping for a few minutes
allowed him to establish that she was talking to her brother
Patrick.  But he only heard the one side of the conversation.
     "I know," Jane said expressively.  "Oh, I know.  Well, Mom's
like that, Patrick.  She'll always need a strong hand from Dad."
     Thinking back to the hot phone conversation he'd had with his
wife earlier in the week, he got a brilliant idea.  Watching her
sensuous lips move as she chatted casually with her brother, Jim
unzipped his fly in front of her.  He pulled his stiffening member
out and watched her reaction.  She averted her eyes, trying not to
be distracted by his cock.
     "Patrick, do you think Dad will buy the house even if she
doesn't like it?"
     Relentlessly, he stroked it to full hardness beside her face. 
She stopped trying to ignore him and fiddled with his balls while
she talked.
     "He what?...  He brought her home to Mom and Dad the next day? 
What did Mom say?...  And Dad probably slapped him on the back and
congratulated him on such a fine piece of ass, right?  Just a sec,
Patrick."  She clapped her hand over the phone to explain to Jim:
"Mike met a black chick in a bar and introduced her to Mom and Dad
the next day.  Can you believe it?"
     Jim shrugged, and before she got re-involved in the
conversation, he said, "Open your robe... and say something dirty
to your brother."  He pushed his cock against her mouth and she
pulled away, smiling.
     Putting her finger to her lips, she shushed her husband up and
said to Patrick: "Sorry about that.  So what does Mike think of
her; is he really serious about her?"  Jane's eyebrows rose and she
gasped, "No way!  Patrick, that's disgusting--but tell me more!" 
She was intrigued by whatever Patrick was saying, and she opened
her robe to clutch her left tit.  Jim took the right one.  "God,
Patrick, Mike is a real hound isn't he?  But you know what?"  Jane
winked at Jim.  "You made me wet when you told me what he did to
her."  Jim's cock lurched as he imagined Patrick's reaction to his
sister's private revelation.
     He whispered to her: "You slut."
     "Patrick, you don't have to tell me about your hard-on just
because I said I was wet...  Is Rachel there?  You'd better get her
to take care of it for you... She isn't?  Maybe I better let you go
then... You know, so you can do whatever little boys do to get rid
of uncomfortable things like that."  Jane moved her hand down to
her pussy and slid a finger along the moist crevice.  "I won't... 
No... because I'm your sister."
     Jim frowned and put his hand over the mouthpiece.  "Jane,
don't be such a prick teaser.  What does he want you to do?"
     She giggled.  "Just what you wanted... he wants me to talk
dirty to him while he jerks off.  But I'm not going to do it."  She
pushed Jim's hand away and talked to her brother.  "Don't be so
bad, Patrick.  I'm going to hang up now... yes, I am... because
you're being a naughty little boy."
     Jim took off his pants and underwear and knelt down in front
of the couch.  He kissed between Jane's legs and let his tongue
slide up over her distended clitoris, sending tingles of rapture
through her body.  It was reflected in her voice.  "No, Patrick, I
can't...  I should tell Mom on you.  You're being filthy... No I'm
not just sitting here `like a frigid bitch.'  Don't call me that... 
Yes I know how big it is...  No, you're right, I've never seen it
hard before... God, that is big."
     Jim was fervently laving her genitals from asshole to belly-
button; she was spouting fresh pussy juice with every pass of his
tongue -- the couch under her butt was soaked.  The oral attention
of her husband was taking its toll.  But Jim realized that, for his
benefit, Jane was repeating much of what Patrick said.
     Jane had her eyes closed; she was trying to use sheer
willpower not to let Patrick in on the fact that she was having her
pussy eaten.  "I know... yes, I can bet Rachel loves it...  No I'm
not jealous...  No I wouldn't want to try it...  You're being a
real pig, Patrick... because, I'm your sister... no... because it's
rude to hang up on someone--even filthy little boys like you...  You
really want to know?  Yes... yes, I'm still wet... No I'm not
thinking about your cock... Oh, good... because I want it to be
over soon... No... it's not because I want to think about it
spurting out..."  She pointed at the phone, shaking her head for
Jim's benefit.  "On my tits?  You pig... Rachel likes that?  Good,
do it to her... On her face, too?  Sounds like you've found
yourself a real slut, Patrick... Yeah... I never said I didn't like
the taste... Anywhere he wants... Yes, Patrick, even on my face...
Jim's done it before on my face, but... Yeah I liked it... Patrick,
you can't call me that... Okay, I'm sorry I called her a slut, and
you're right, maybe I'm one too... Hey, I thought you were going to
cum soon..."
     The room was quiet except for the licking sounds Jim was
making in his wife's pussy.  Suddenly, an involuntary moan escaped
from Jane's throat.
     "No I'm not masturbating too... I'm not... Go ahead and
imagine it... Well, I'm sorry I ever let you see my modelling
portfolio... I'm glad you don't know what it looks like.  They
weren't those kind of pictures... Yeah, and I left them out of the
portfolio... It was by accident.  Sometimes the photographer would
shoot before I was in position... The whole thing, Patrick.  Lips
and all.  My whole pussy... Sometimes, yeah, my asshole too, you
pig."
     Jane was shaking all over now.  Jim had brought her to the
brink of orgasm several times.  This made her even more susceptible
to Patrick's obviously lewd prompting.  She even started to
initiate some of the banter.
     "You should ask Rachel if she wants you to show them to me...
How dirty are the pictures?... Rachel and you together?... Can you
see everything?... Patrick, I can't believe it... Her asshole with
cum oozing out of it?  That's disgusting... If your cock is really
as big as you say, she must be very good at anal sex, or is she
into pain?... I've never tried it... Well, I can imagine what I'm
missing... Listen, are you going to cum soon or not?... Up my ass? 
I thought you wanted to cum on my tits?... Is that your favourite
part of me?  I think Jim likes my ass too..."
     As if on cue, Jim slid a finger into her tight little
butthole, swirling it around for full effect.
     "Finally, Patrick.  God, you took long enough to cum..."
     Hearing that her brother had erupted on the other end of the
phone released a switch in Jane, and she shuddered to a mind-
blowing orgasm.  Her thighs clamped so tightly around Jim's head 
he thought the top of his skull would pop open.  She pressed the
handset into the couch and groaned loudly in relief.  Then she
looked down at Jim, whose face was glistening, hair dishevelled,
and cock still hard.  "Jim, baby, you better slip your cock into my
cunt while it's still so wet and puffy from your licking, which was
fantastic by the way."
     The phone was still pressed into the cushions of the couch and
Jim angled his throbbing shaft towards her swollen vagina.  "You
made your brother cum.  Now you better make your husband cum too...
you hot little bitch."
     While Jim pumped his dick in and out of her juicy slot, Jane
picked up the handset again.  "Are you still there Patrick?... No,
uh, Jim came home.  I had to get up to let him in... No, he's not
in the room.  Did you make a mess?... I'm glad I could help.  But
I still think you're a bad boy, and I might still tell Mom on
you... Okay, Patrick, we'll see you soon... Yep.  Bye-bye."
     She hung up and grabbed Jim's asscheeks in her hands,
encouraging him to thrust harder.  "Come on, baby, fuck me as hard
as you can.  Give me a nice hot load of spunk in my pussy."
     "Talking like that with your brother turned you on didn't it? 
I bet he wants to fuck you now more than ever."
     "Shut up and pump me, you bastard," Jane hissed, humping her
hips to meet his thrusts.  She wanted to try to put the depraved
conversation with Patrick out of her mind.

(continued in part 1d)

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