- CHAPTER ONE - A thin line of contentment

			BY POC



	Cynthia Bishop felt wonderful. She was a little light headed 

and her entire lower extremities tingled pleasantly from the effects of

the Marijuana. This feeling wasn't new to her, she had taken hits 

before on several occasions and was familiar with the enjoyable effects

the drug induced, and she felt wonderful.



	Eric Parker took the clip from her fingers and drew in the last

remnants of the roach before depositing it into the small zippered bag

he used to carry his 'shit' in. 

	

	"Want another toke? I can roll one." He asked.



	"Naw." Cynthia answered him. "I feel sooo... goooood."



	Eric jammed the zippered bag under the drivers seat of the car

then slid over toward Cynthia slipping his arm around the girls 

shoulders.



	"Yeah! me too." He told her. "Come here baby." He pulled her

to him and pressed his lips to hers.



	The effects from the Marijuana made Eric's kiss only that much

more stimulating. Cynthia embellished the accentuated taste and feel of 

his lips on hers. His tongue darted forward tapping a silent rhythm 

against her teeth and she opened her mouth allowing him access and his 

tongue slid into her mouth. She moaned, the sound muffled by his lips. 

He glided his tongue along the inside of her mouth, then over her 

tongue, caressing it.

   

	Her eyes were closed and her mouth open as she felt her body

buzzing with pleasure and warmth. Her skin tingled all over and her

head pounded with the vigor of sensations flooding her body.



	She felt his hand discover, then explore her right breast and

she did not protest. Her nipple hardened under the attention of his

fingers as he gently kneaded the soft flesh through the fabric of her 

dress.

	She shuddered as a wave of sexual ecstasy infused along her

spine. God, it felt good! She had never felt quite like this before.

Never in her life had she been so stirred, so aroused, so... so heated.

Her entire lower body seemed to radiate heat and sexual current, 

and it was affecting her conscious processes, but she also knew she 

mustn't allow this to go to far. She had best put a stop to it. Now! 



	His hand explored farther discovering her other breast and 

her determination to resist her body's passions wavered then dissolved 

in the hot rush of sizzling energy rippling up and down her body. She

was a prisoner of her own passions, drowning in the flood of physical

demand.



	Then she felt his hand slip under her dress onto the bare flesh 

of her thigh and slowly move upward toward her crotch and most 

private of places. That touch jolted her mind to the reality of the 

situation, and resisting her body's lust she placed her hand over his

ceasing any farther passage and said. "No! Don't Eric! I can't. I'm 

sorry.""



	Eric and a couple of other boys had fondled her breasts 

before, and her equally round and firm buttocks, but only in passing for 

the most part, and usually in the darkness of a parked car like now, but

she had never allowed them to touch her between her legs and she had 

never gone all the way, just the idea of laying naked with a guy, and 

him being naked too, was just too embarrassing to consider seriously. 

 

	    At sixteen Cynthia was still very self conscience about her 

body and considered it bad enough, at pool parties, when the guys 

stared at her in a bikini, but to actually be naked, her skin pressed 

against a naked guy, his hands on her, his groin pressed into hers... 

The idea was exciting in a way, but she was simply too embarrassed 

by it to allow the boys, including Eric their wishes with her. Besides, 

good girls didn't give out.

      

	"Jesus Christ!" Eric angrily yelled. "You going through this

crap again! Do you have any idea how hot you've gotten me? I fuckun

need it!"



	"I know. I'm sorry Eric....I just can't" She said with all 

honesty. 	 



	"Can't my ass!" He was still angry. "You just won't! It just 

isn't fair getting a guy all hot and bothered like this and not giving him 

any." His voice took on a much more restrained tone when he said. 

"Come on Cindy. What's the big deal? I've got protection give me a

little. It won't hurt you."



	"I can't Eric.... you know that... I've told you before. I.... 

I just can't" A tear rolled down her left cheek. "I'll get you off with 

my hand. Okay?"



	"No! Screw that!" His voice got angry again. "I don't need

this shit! There are plenty of girl's that'll put out. Maybe I aughta

go out with one of them!"



	His words cut deep into her heart. Partially to hide the hurt

and partially to get back at him she harshly said. "If all you think of 

me is getting into my pants maybe you should find someone else!"	 



	"Yeah! Maybe I fucking should!" He answered turning the 

ignition on the car and spinning the rear tires as he angrily raced along 

the dirt road toward the highway.



	Cynthia had cried all the way home and for several days after.

She couldn't help feeling a little guilty. He had been somewhat right 

that it wasn't fair of her to get him so horny then just cut him off not 

willing to give Eric what her wanted.  But she just couldn't put out. It 

wasn't in her nature or her up-bringing. 



	The following few weeks at school were hurtful ones for 

Cynthia. Eric completely ignored her and word around campus was 

that she was nothing more than a 'prick tease'. This label caused some 

of the student body to treat her differently making her feel 

uncomfortable.



	Cynthia worked hard at getting back into the normal flow of 

school and personal life. Because she was one of the prettier young

woman in her class it was easier to fit back in than it would have been 

for some of the other girl's. After a couple of weeks she was once again 

invited to all the 'in' crowd party's. Unfortunately for Cynthia, Eric was 

also usually invited to the same party's making for some uneasy times, 

especially because he was prone to spending time with other girl's. 



	At one such party Cynthia, out of curiosity had followed Eric

after he and Sandy Weaver wandered off together into the backyard. 

The curiosity was that Sandy, a nice looking girl with jet black hair and

milk white skin was dating David Woodard and they were considered to 

be 'a thing'. It just seemed strange to Cynthia that the two of them would 

go off alone together.



	Cynthia watched them make their way to the back fence where

the darkness and trees hid them from view by anyone near the house, 

then without any preliminary's what-so-ever Sandy quickly slid down 

her slacks and under panties. Eric turned her around and she leaned 

forward placing her hands flat against the fence. Cynthia observed as 

Eric unzipped his jeans and took out his stiff cock then slowly guided 

it into the girls vagina. He began to grind his hips against her buttocks, 

his hands gripping her tightly on the hips for several hard, deep thrusts, 

then he slid his hands under her, folding his arms tightly around her 

waist so he could squeeze and feel her breasts as he pumped steadily 

into her womanhood. 



	His cock hammered upwards into her, almost jerking her up 

off the ground with the force of his strokes then, "Oh yeah! Oh yeah!" 

he gasped. "Ohoooo! Take my cum! I'm shootin' it up your snatch! I'm 

gonna drown your cunt with my juice! Aaaaaaaa!"

     	He groaned and clutched her tightly to his chest, emptying his

balls up inside her, then he eased his frenzied movements, sighed and 

was still leaning across her back. After several seconds he pulled his 

cock out of her and nonchalantly jammed it back into his pants.

	

	Sandy stood upright and turned toward him. He grinned then 

covered her pussy mound with his hand squeezing it. He said something 

to Sandy in a whisper Cynthia couldn't hear then he turned and walked 

toward the house leaving Sandy standing there with her slacks and 

panties still draped around her ankles.  



	Cynthia didn't know what to think. She knew she was hurt

having just seen her boyfriend, (someone she had thought she was in 

love with), have sex with one of her friends, but even more disturbing 

was the way they had sex. He had treated Sandy like she was nothing 

more than a hot hole to empty his sperm sack in. He hadn't even used 

a rubber, he had just rammed it in, shot his load then left, and Sandy..... 

...... Sandy had just let him do it to her.



	Cynthia remained hidden, almost stunned while Sandy pulled

up her slacks then slowly traced Eric's steps to the house. She herself

remained where she was for several more minutes attempting to sort out

her feeling. She hated Eric for what he had done and she hated Sandy

for letting him take such advantage, and she hated herself thinking

if she had just let Eric fuck her maybe none of this would  have 

happened. All he had wanted was a little piece of ass. Why couldn't she 

just have given it to him? What the hell was wrong with her? She knew 

she wasn't gay, and lots of other girls her age put out for boys. Why 

couldn't she?



	Confused and guilt ridden she rejoined the party now in full 

swing. The loud music, laughter and beer drinking only succeeded in 

making her more miserable.



	Feeling less than a woman and assuming most of the blame,

Cynthia worked her way through the cheerful crowd toward the kitchen.

Her throat felt parched and she needed a glass of water.



	Once in the kitchen she noticed a small group of eight huddled 

together near an open cellar door. The eight consisted of two girls and 

six boys. She recognized both girls and three of the boys. This group 

appeared a bit more somber than most of the people at the party and she 

made her way over to them.



	"Fuck that." One of the boys she recognized was saying. "I'm 

telling you I was busted dead to fucking rights with two fingers and 

they didn't do jack shit."



	"Your ass!" One of the other guys said. "Fuckn' two fingers is

distribution man. They'll put your junkie ass away for that shit!"



	"Your ass nothing', they didn't do jack, Well.... other than call 

my parents. But that was bad enough I guess. Hell, I thought my dad 

would fuckin' freak. Shit man! He had this temple blood vessel thing..... 

Christ! You should have seen it. After a couple of days I convinced my 

mom someone must have slipped the shit into my jacket pocket at the 

movies and she convinced dad. So I don't consider that jack fuckn' 

shit!"



	Just then one of the girls noticed Cynthia standing nearby 

and she handed her a lighted joint. "Hi Cindy. Toke? Its righteous shit."



	Cynthia looked at the bright red burning tip for a second then

she inhaled deeply holding the narcotic in her lungs for several seconds

before exhaling. She knew the smoking educate regarding 'Bogarting' 

was to pass the reefer on, but, feeling as down as she was she held the 

weed, not passing it until she had filled her lungs twice again.



	The girl that had handed Cynthia the joint whispered to 

Cynthia. "We're standing here to keep the smell out of the house. It just 

blows down the cellar."



	Cynthia nodded feeling the effects of the smoke on her mind

and she started to feel better and even hung around for a few additional 

hits, then feeling the need to relieve herself she wandered off to find a

bathroom not giving a damn if she ran into Eric or not. Fuck him!



	Cynthia walked up the stairs toward the second landing and 

was weaving around several totally fucked up party go'ers when one of 

them reached out and grabbed one of  her breasts and said in a slurred 

drunken voice. "Hey baby, wanta' get lucky? I got  six..... nine inches 

of hunka' hunka' burnn' love." She just pushed past him thinking. "Is 

that all they ever think about?"



	When Cynthia finally reached the second floor she was under 

the full effects of the marijuana and had completely forgotten her 

original purpose for coming upstairs. The drugs influence had the 

positive effect of eliminating all her original feelings of guilt, but it 

also greatly accentuated the feeling of self pity.



	Now with Cynthia feeling absolutely sorry for herself she 

noted a door off to her right slightly ajar. She entered the room 

and found several young people doing lines of cocaine that were laid 

out in even rows on the smooth top surface of a chiffonier. Cynthia had 

been at parties in the past where cocaine had been offered, but she had 

always declined. Unlike Grass, she considered Cocaine a drug and she 

wasn't a drug user nor did she wish to become one. On this occasion,

however self pity mastered common sense and she walked over to 

Barry Allen, who was obviously 'line master' and taped him on the

shoulder. "Hi Barry. Got a line for me?"



	Barry looked over his shoulder and was absolutely shocked

to discover it was Cynthia Bishop that had just asked him for a line.

Cynthia had never partied with snort before in spite of the numerous

times she had been prompted. He reached into his shirt pocket and

withdrew a small short straw and handed it to Cynthia. "Sail the 

cloud baby." He told her.



	Cynthia waited until Nancy Peer stepped back from the dresser

then she boldly strode forward as if she had done this a hundred times

before. Her stomach reminded her how tentative she was, but her mind

did not react and she placed the tip of the short straw on the boundary

of one slender white power trail. She leaned over the dresser placing 

the free end of the straw into her left nostril, then pinching her right 

nostril closed with her forefinger she inhaled sliding the straw along

the thin white line drawing in the fine grains. She didn't know what to

expect and was surprised to find she felt nothing at all...... then a slight

burning sensation worked its way along her nostril to her throat......

then nothing......... Someone was pulling on her right shoulder and she

could just make out the words. "Come on Cindy. Make some room."

The hand on her shoulder drew her away from the bureau and she 

recognized the hand was attached to Barry Allen. "Good blow huh?"

Barry was asking her.



	"Aaa.... Oh! Yeah. Great." She answered him. She didn't 

really know if it was good or not but she sure did feel relaxed. Time 

and things seemed much less important to her all of a sudden., and 

She felt good and she felt confident and she felt happy.





       END_CHAPTER ONE 



		 - CHAPTER TWO - I know what I'm doing!

			BY POC



	Cynthia became a regular with the crowd that did coke at 

parties. She liked the relaxed, in control feeling the narcotics effect

had on her. After a few parties she began to hit up her friends for an

occasional snort before school or during lunch or after school. Not

because she needed it, but just to help her remain calm and collected. 



	Things continued on for a while, then Cynthia noticed that 

her new found friends seemed to be avoiding her. Well, not really

avoid, maybe more like not allowing themselves to be alone with 

her. She pondered over this situation until she managed to corner

Nancy Peer and ask her straight out what was going on.



	Nancy looked at her with concern and told her. "Shit! Cindy.

Can't you see it? Your really getting to be a heavy user. Fun is fun

and all but damn too much of the white lady and.... "



	"I am not!" Cynthia argued defensively. "I don't use any more

than the rest of you. And I don't have to have it! It just relaxes me is 

all...... Jesus Christ!"



	"Yeah well are you trying to convince me or yourself? You've

got to get a grip Cindy, look how upset your getting." Nancy took 

Cynthia's hand and squeezed it gently. "Chill out girl. Don't get all

postal on me." 



	Cynthia clamed down a little and smiled at Nancy. "I know. 

But I'm no drugie or anything. Shit everybody use's a little. It's just 

that all of a sudden I feel like a leper or something. What did I do?"



	Nancy shook her head. "Okay. Straight and to the point. Stop

hitting everybody up for free blow their getting tired of it."



	"Oh." Cynthia said as realization of Nancy's words soaked in.

"Wow. I just didn't think about it..... I mean there's always some at 

parties and no one cares. But yeah. I see what your saying."



	"Its different at parties," Nancy told her. "people that bring

expect to share. That's all part of the social, and it's always someone 

different that's flush each time and they're happy to spread the wealth, 

because next time they'll snort for free. Dust isn't cheap girl."



	"Yeah. I just never thought about it." Cynthia said then 

added. "So where do I buy?"



	"Your not going to like this," Nancy said knowing about the

hard feeling between Cynthia and Eric, "but Eric is the only one I know 

of, unless you want to take your chances with getting a Zoomer."



	"Oh great! That really sucks. You know what terms Eric and I 

are on. What's a Zoomer anyway?" Cynthia rolled her eyes.



	"A Zoomer sells bad or phony stuff then splits. And yeah. 

Everyone knows about you and Eric." Nancy replied. "I guess I could 

purchase it for you, if you want me to."



	"Yeah. That would be great. The less I have to do with Eric the 

better. Thanks. How much is it anyway?"  



	"You can buy as little as a dime, up to I don't know how much.

I've never thought about it really." Nancy told her.



	"You know those baggies people bring to the parities? How 

much are they?" Cynthia asked.



	"Most of the time they bring a five dollar bag."



	"Five dollar bag!" Cynthia remembered in street talk that a five 

dollar bag referred to fifty dollars. "Jesus! I didn't realize it was that 

much."



	"Yeah. Well, that's why all the hard feelings about you 

hitting everybody up."		



	"I guess so." Cynthia said. "Well.... I'll give you the money

tomorrow. A five dollar bag ought to last me a long time, and I'll

repay what I borrowed."

	

	On Tuesday Cynthia gave Nancy fifty dollars, by Friday of the

same week Cynthia managed to scrape up another fifty dollars to give

to Nancy.



	"Shit girl!" Nancy said when Cynthia handed her the money. 

"Did you already go through the first bag?"



	"I had to pay people back didn't I! Don't lecture me!" Cynthia 

was a little touchy for two reasons. One she didn't want to admit to 

herself she was using as much as she really was, and two it had been 

difficult coming up with the second fifty dollars.



	On Wednesday of the following week Cynthia became hard 

pressed putting together enough money for another buy. In the end

she pawned some jewelry her parents had given her that she didn't

ware that often anymore anyway, and besides she figured she could 

always get them out of hawk later.



	By the following Monday Cynthia had to 'borrow' twenty 

dollars out of her mothers purse in order to put together enough

money for that weeks purchase. When she went to Nancy with the 

money Nancy was obviously worried about her friend.



	"Cynthia," Nancy said. "I'm really starting to get worried.

Your hitting the stuff pretty heavy. I think you should chill for a 

while."



	"I think you ought to mind your own business!" Cynthia 

snapped back. "I know what I'm doing and I know how much I'm 

doing!"



	Cynthia felt nervous and tense. She hadn't slept much lately 

and she hardly ate anything anymore. He school work had fallen off and

her interest level with other normal activities was almost non-existent.

The only relaxation or interest she managed at all recently came from 

cocaine, but it took more powder to calm her down theses day's than it 

had before. She did feel a little guilty over her recent 'boost and 

shoot' activities of stealing money from her mom.... but what else could 

she do? Besides she planned on cutting away from the 'White Lady' real

soon now.... she just needed to get over her current depression first.  	



	"Jesus Cynthia.... Lighten up. Remember me? I'm your friend!

Look at you. You've lost weight. You don't take any interest in school...."

	

	"I'm okay Nancy!" Cynthia cut her off. "If you really are my 

friend start acting like one.... not like my mother for God sakes. Here's 

the money." She extended her closed fist to Nancy. "As a friend just go

and get me the stuff without the lecture. Okay?"	



	Nancy shook her head. "I can't."



	"What the hell do you mean you can't!" Cynthia's cheeks 

became flushed with anger. "Here! Take the money!"



	"I mean I really can't." Nancy said Sincerely. "Eric found out

I was bag boying for you and cut me off. He said If you want to score 

you'll have to see him yourself. He also made it clear no one else was

to sell to you. So I can't get it. You'll have to see Eric."



	"Screw him!" Cynthia said turning and walking away.



	Cynthia found Nancy had been correct about no one else 

willing to supply her for fear that they themselves would be cut off, 

that and the fact of her refusing to beg Eric for the white powder she 

so desperately wanted had kept her clean for the entire week.  She 

wasn't physically addicted, and did not experience any withdrawal 

symptoms, but the mental addiction by weeks end had gotten to the 

point of her willing to do just about anything to get supplied before the 

coming weekend, including asking Eric, so she started searching for 

Eric.



	Cynthia finally found Eric during lunch period, he was 

laughing and joking among several of his friends on the outside patio. 

Cynthia boldly walked over to him and said. "Got a sec? I'd like to talk 

to you."



	Eric looked at her then smiling at his friends he told them.

"I told you the worm would turn." then, "Business calls guy's." They all 

laughed then Eric turned to Cynthia and said. "Sure. Come on." and 

started walking toward the school parking lot.



	Cynthia walked next to him and questioned. "Where are we 

going?"



	"Out to my van." He answered. "Can't do business here. Now 

can we?"



	"Oh yeah. I guess not." She nodded keeping pace with him.



	They walked through the school parking lot in silence finally 

arriving at Eric's van. The van was a custom camping rigged dodge.

Eric unlocked the side door and held it open for Cynthia. "Get in." He 

told her coldly.



	Cynthia stepped inside and sat down on the couch across from

the kitchenette. Eric followed her in, then pulled the door closed behind

him.



	Taking a seat at the edged of the couch he said. "So. What do 

you want Cynthia?"



	"Come on Eric." She said sarcastically. "You know what I want."



	"Maybe I do. Maybe I don't." He answered. "But your going to

have to ask."



	"Shit!" She said angrily. "You know damn good and well I want 

some blow! You won't let anyone else give it to me!"



	"Yeah!" He snapped back. "Well, everybody wants something.

Remember what I wanted on our last date? I didn't get that!"



	"You.... you wanted to do it to me!" She yelled back. "You 

damn pig! All you wanted was to fuck me!"



	"Yeah. So big fucking deal." He shouted at her. "Maybe if your

lucky I'll let you give me a little of that special pussy of yours and I'll 

turn you on to some dust. If not fuck you!"



	"You bastard! Fuck you!" She jumped up heading for the van 

door.



	He grabbed her arm yanking her back down onto the seat. "You

think about it a minute. This is your last chance. Your not going to get

fixed anywhere else, I made sure of that, so you just think about that."



	 Her wrist stung from his grip and she yanked it free but she

remained seated. "If you think I'm going to let you fuck me like you

fucked Sandy Weaver just for a little dust, you've got another thought 

coming."



	Eric didn't have any idea what the reference to Sandy meant, 

but he really didn't care, he had been in the drug supplying trade long 

enough to know Cynthia was his, otherwise she would have bolted out 

of the van the moment her arm was free. Yes, Cynthia was his and he 

knew it. 



	"Tell you what." He told her calmly. "You suck off my knob 

and I'll give you the stuff at half price." He knew from experience he

would have to move slowly with someone like Cynthia. Asking for a

blow job wasn't the same as demanding she let him fuck her.



	"What!" She was shocked by his request. "I can't believe....."



	"Hey." He cut her words off. "Don't get all bent. I just need to

make sure I can trust you. If you freak and turn me in I would be in big 

trouble. What I need to guarantee your loyalty is a picture of you doing 

it and then we're both covered.



	"A picture?" She said with disgust.



	"Yeah," He answered her question. "But only one. One single

picture that no one will ever see but me, unless you ever tell anyone who 

your supplier is, that is. I'll use a Polaroid so there aren't any negative's 

and no copy's can be made. Hell it isn't like I'm asking you to spread 

your legs or anything. I just need some reassurance."



	"I... No way..... I...." She said finding herself with a loss of 

words.



	Eric knew she would eventually comply, otherwise she wouldn't 

still be there. She just needed a little incentive. "Here. Let me give you 

a sample of the real ringer stuff I save for my good friends." He retrieve 

a small silver pill box from under the kitchenette and opened it. Using a 

thin strip of metal with a small depression in one end he scooped out a 

modest amount of white powder and held it out to Cynthia. 



	Cynthia looked down at the power in the makeshift spoon and 

felt the strongest, cravenness need she had ever experienced.  It had 

been a long time between satisfying her compulsion and without any 

consideration for the consequences she leaned forward, pinching the 

right side of her nose with a forefinger and drew the heavenly White 

Lady up into her left nostril. 



	The sensation was immediate. This powder drew her into a 

higher and faster level of relaxation than any had before. She felt in

complete control of her mind and body. This was the way she should

feel all the time.... with full confidence.



	She noticed Eric had filled the small spoon once again and 

she filled her other nostril. She began to understand why Eric insisted

on having some form of insurance to protect him, and he wasn't asking

to fuck her, just a little head. After all what girl didn't give a little 

head now and then, and Eric had been her boyfriend......



	"You ready?' Eric asked dragging her away from her thoughts.



	"Okay." She answered. "But you swear no one will ever know."



	"I swear." He reached over his head and withdrew a camera from 

the cupboard and placed it on the seat next to him.



	"I mean it Eric!" She said still concerned. "You can't tell 

anyone! No one can ever find out!"



	"Jesus! I swear to God! "He repeated. Then added. "Take off 

your blouse."



	"My blouse?" It almost seemed as if someone other than herself

had asked the question she was feeling so high.



	"Yeah. I need your titties bare for the picture." He answered

nonchalantly.   



	"Oh yeah." She responded thinking it seemed to make perfectly 

good sense. She unbuttoned her blouse then paused before removing it. 

"Someone might see in." 	       



	Eric stood up and drew a heavy drape closing off the 

driving compartment from the back, then he switched on an overhead 

bulb flooding the back of van with light. "There." He said. "All safe."



	Cynthia nodded, then pulled her blouse off of her shoulders,

then without any reservation she reached behind her back and 

unfastening her bra she slipped it down her arms exposing her young 

firm mounds.



	Eric looked at her breasts and said. "You've let me feel them a

little, but this is the first time I've actually seen um. They're really 

nice." He reached over and cupped a orb in each of his palm's gently 

squeezing and feeling them. Drawing her nipples between his fingers he 

pinched gingerly feeling them harden from the attention.



	A momentary flash of embarrassment came over Cynthia but

was soon dispelled by a feeling of arousal as his hands caressed her

breasts. She felt her nipples hardening with excitement and a 

moistness permeated between her legs from heated stimulation, then

suddenly she was shocked into realization when she felt one of his 

hands gently squeezing and feeling the mound between her legs 

through the fabric of her skirt.



	She jerked backwards and he removed his hand from her 

pussy. "We'd both feel a hell of a lot better if you let me do it to you." 

He whispered.



	Her heated passion almost convinced her to let him take her.

She couldn't tell if it was the euphoria of the cocaine or the almost 

overwhelming response of her body demanding she know the feeling of 

a man deep inside her, filling her with his manhood and passion, 

satisfying the lustful urge burning between her legs and to finally gain

the gratification of knowing she had become a woman.



	He seemed to sense her need and slid his hand under her skirt

once again stroking her womanhood, this time over only her silk panties. 

"Your wet Cynthia. Your real wet. Take off your panties and I'll give you 

what you want." he whispered then he slowly slipped a finger under her 

panties and gently pushed it up to the knuckle inside her vagina.



	Her body yelled at her with silent demands of,  "You want his 

cock pounding in your pussy. You want him to fuck you. You want his 

hard cock inside you. So tell him. Tell him to fuck you. Tell him to 

ream your fuck hole with his hot meat. Tell him! Tell him!" Then from 

somewhere in the back of her mind a small voice said. "Stop this now. 

Your a virgin. Save your virginity for someone you love and loves you. 

Stop it now!" She pulled his hand from under her skirt and through a 

stream of tears said. "No... I'm.. I'm sorry.... I can't... I... I.. 

..just can't." 



	"Fine." He told her disgustingly. "Not a problem. But let's get

on with the blow job. You've got my cock so hard it's about to fucking 

explode. Christ your one God damn prick tease. And I'll tell you this,

seeing as your not giving out any of that hot little pussy you'd damn 

well better give me one hell of a blow job." With that he stood up and 

pulled down his levies and shorts freeing his fully erect cock, then he 

sat back down holding his stiff rod in one hand and said. "Okay, get 

your ass down here and suck this thing off!" He still sounded mad.



	Looking at his swollen member she had to force herself to

slip off of the couch and knell down between his spread knees. She 

hesitated before opening her mouth being a little petrified and even 

a little curious so for several seconds she just remained kneeling 

staring transfixed at the small hole in the center of his dickhead. 

"Damn it!" He yelled. "Suck my fucking cock for Christ sake!"



	Cynthia opened her mouth and placed it over his cock. The

head slid past her lips and over her tongue. She began bobbing her head

forward and back jacking him off with her mouth like she had heard the

other girls talk about and like in the one X-rated movie she had seen. 

"Shit!" He yelled. "If your going to suck cock, then suck some fucking 

cock!" He placed his hands behind her head and pulled her mouth toward 

his groin. The head of his cock pushed at the back of her throat and she 

began to gag. He yanked her head backward then forward again several 

times then said "That's the way you sock cock. Now you do it." 



	He reached down between the seat cushions and pressed a small 

button that turned on the 35mm camera mounted on the ceiling just above 

the van cabinet. The camera was programmed to automatically snap 

pictures every twenty seconds and was strategically positioned with its 

lens pointed directly at Cynthia, her breasts exposed and his hard cock 

inside of her mouth.



	Cynthia didn't like him forcing her head so she attempted to

mimic the motion his hands had done on her own. She pushed her head 

forward taking as much of his cock into her mouth as she could. When 

she felt the gag response she pulled back. After several deep strokes 

she heard him telling her. "Suck in as much of my cock as you can then 

look up."

 

	She did as he requested and saw he had picked up the Polaroid

and was pointing it at her face. "I'd ask you to smile... but I can see

your mouth is busy." Then he snapped the picture. "Now back to the 

business of sucking my cock."



	He placed his hands on the back of her head again but she 

struggled sideways until he let go. After that she deep sucked him on

her own. Several times his cockhead pushed back so far she choked and 

she was close to throwing up, but she desperately forced self control and 

continued sucking him off.



	Cynthia felt his hot meat slipping back and forth in her mouth 

and began to feel a pleasant tingling coming up from her crotch and 

then a sudden sharp pleasure from deep inside her belly. Her body felt 

different than it normally did when aroused during self masturbation. 

Usually that pleasure was concentrated only in her groin, near the 

surface, but now it seemed to come from deep inside her, from that 

place high at the end of her sex tunnel. Her entire lower body seemed 

to radiate heat and sexual spark. She sucked deeper and harder on the 

cock in her mouth feeling it's texture and taking pleasure in it's taste. 

She shuddered as a new wave of sexual rapture blistered along her 

spine. God, this feeling of arousal was even stronger more sensual than

the time she had been with Eric on their last date. Her body felt like an 

inferno, then a different scorching rush of sizzling energy rippled up 

and down her body and she was overcome with the explosion from a 

previously inexperienced true orgasm. She moaned in response to her 

body's overwhelming sexual pleasure just as Eric came in her mouth at 

the very same moment.



	She hadn't known, or even considered about him releasing 

himself in her mouth, but now that it was happening while she was 

enraptured in the cocoon of sexual bliss, she hungrily swallowed each 

glob of hot cum that shot out of the head of his cock.



	He yanked her head toward him pumping new globs of sex

cream down her throat, moaning and yelling with pleasure while he

came in her mouth. "Aaaaa..... Yeah! ..... Ohoooo.... Suck me! 

Ohoooo..... Ohhh Goddd..."



	His cock stopped pumping at about the same time Cynthia's

orgasm concluded. Cynthia immediately became embarrassed over 

what she had just done and she quickly pulled her mouth away from 

him. Her face became flushed and she kept her eyes pointed down.



	"God Damn Cindy!" Eric said. "That was a great blow job.

You can suck some mean cock. Shit!"



	Her face became even more flushed than before after hearing 

his words and she covered her breasts timidly with her arms.



	"Hey. No need to hide your titties. You got a great set of

jugs on you. Come here. Stick out your tongue. I've got something

for you." He lifted up her chin with one hand and squeezed the head

of his cock with his other hand drawing a small amount of cum out 

of it. "Here you go." 



	Due to shame and embarrassment she stuck out her tongue 

without thinking, and he wiped his cock across it leaving the cum ball 

on it. "I would never have taken you for a spunk eater Cindy, but I sure 

did liked it."



	Eric kept his word and Cynthia got the bag for half price

but emotionally she had paid more than anticipated. 



        END_CHAPTER TWO