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JoAnn's Problem
by Old Bill (address withheld)

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A pretty young girl finds boys her age unsatisfying and 
goes in search of more and better sex, and she finds 
it. (MMM/f-teen, nc, rp, orgy)

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JoAnn watched Butch Wilcox saunter down the sidewalk 
and hop into his Miata, obviously well satisfied with 
himself, feeling strong and manly, she was sure. It was 
the last time, she swore to herself, that he would ever 
climb between her long legs and shove his puny cock 
into her needy hole. He hadn't lasted five minutes and 
had done her absolutely no good at all despite the fact 
that she had moaned, groaned, writhed, kicked her feet 
and cried out most lustily and then begged for more 
when he had no more to give, the fag slime-ball.

"I've just got to stop fooling around with schoolboys," 
the girl thought as she dug her battery-powered 
vibrator from the bottom drawer of her night table. She 
lay back, slipped the long, fat Rabbit up into her 
soaking slot, adjusted the device's ear to stimulate 
her clit, moved the rotating beads down near the base 
and then turned it on and began moving it to and fro, 
feeling her delayed passion rise like a tide. 

"I've got to meet some well-hung older men and get 
somebody who can satisfy me." She felt herself begin to 
cream, bit her lip, squeezed her vaginal muscles and 
pressed the dildo deeper and upward, rocking the base 
from side to side, the offset head rubbing at her G-
spot. 

JoAnn whinnied like a pony when she came, stamping her 
feet on the mattress and soaking her sheets as she 
jerked and throbbed for nearly a minute with the big 
dildo at full-speed.

She withdrew the eleven-inch-long device from her 
sopping vagina and licked her juices from its bulbous 
head. It never failed unlike the boys she had tried so 
far this summer, none of whom had brought her off. Only 
one was able to mount her twice and he was high and 
worthless, the fat jerk, so proud of his six-inch 
prick. 

JoAnn slid her right forefinger into her gash and found 
her G-spot and closed her eyes as she gently rubbed 
upward with two finger-tips until she climaxed again, 
circling her clit with her thumb, arching her fine body 
and biting her pillow to keep from screaming in 
pleasure. She pitied the girls she had heard about who 
were not multi-orgasmic. When she was well rested, she 
could come a half-dozen times and still be ready to 
fuck.

She wiped herself dry, pulled on a pair of tiny panties 
that left her buttocks completely bare and then a pair 
of white short shorts that displayed the lower half of 
her fine ass as well as the shape of her puffy mons. 
She stood before her long mirror and grasped her full 
breasts, lifting them high and then letting go and 
watching them bobble and jiggle. 

Her nipples were so sensitive she could sometimes bring 
herself to climax by massaging or sucking them, but 
Butch had barely licked her lovely little berries while 
he happily humped her like a damned goat or something, 
his eyes closed tightly, just pleasing himself. She 
doubted he even had five inches at full extension, the 
selfish turd. She grabbed a frilly top that barely hung 
from her tanned shoulders and slipped it over her curly 
head.

JoAnn found her red bikini, stuffed it in her nylon bag 
along with a beach towel and a handful of condoms and 
then headed for the country club, hoping to find an 
adequate man at poolside or in the bar. Once last 
summer, she recalled with a grin, as she dropped down 
into the warm leather seat of her Boxster, she had 
"accidentally" barged into the bar in her triangle 
swimsuit, the silver one with the knotted strings, and 
had hooked two young lawyers who spent the rest of the 
afternoon climbing off and on her lean body, and she 
was, JoAnn was absolutely sure, a lot more attractive 
this year at sixteen than she had been when she still 
wore braces and her jugs were barely 34s. The memory of 
those two naked men and their big, stiff pricks sent a 
frisson of pleasure through her vagina.

Halfway there, she noticed her gas gauge and drove into 
the first service station she came to, pulling up on 
the full-serve side of the pumps. A wide-shouldered 
young man in a Yankees baseball hat appeared, and she 
told him to fill it up as she saw his appraising 
glances at her barely covered jugs the top half of 
which were well out in the sunshine like a pair of ripe 
melons. 

He put the nozzle in and then reached in beside her 
left leg, opened the hood of her Porsche and checked 
the oil, slammed the hood down, washed the windshield 
and took her credit card. She admired his tight ass as 
he walked to the office and wondered how big his wand 
was. He was, she was sure, just what she now needed, 
six-foot-two and at least 200 pounds of muscle, a damn 
shame he was nothing but a pump jockey.

He was back in a couple of minutes, plastic card in 
hand. "Doesn't work," he said, "you got enough cash?"

"What do you mean it doesn't work? It always works. 
I've got unlimited credit on that thing. Show me." She 
felt her anger rising as the man smiled down at her, at 
her long legs and her high-mounded knockers. At her 
parents' demand, she had cut back to a single credit 
card after maxing out three different ones over the 
Christmas holidays.

"Pull over by the restrooms," he said, pointing, and 
she squealed her tires getting there, yanked on the 
hand brake and got out of her car, striding toward the 
front door in her flip-flops, her big jugs jiggling in 
and out of her scoop-necked top.

The office was cool and another two men were there 
drinking Cokes, smoking cigarettes and chatting. The 
big young man with her card put it into the machine, 
swiped it through and said, "See." JoAnn looked at the 
little screen. It said, "Refused."

"Got some cash?" he asked again, handing her back the 
plastic but not telling her that her card would never 
work again after he had run an electro-magnet over the 
strip.

"What's she owe?" asked the white haired man behind the 
desk, looking up over his glasses. He was balding and 
looked as if he hadn't shaved this week.

"Twenty-seven bucks," said the wide-shouldered younger 
man, admiring the thrust of JoAnn's 37Cs in their thin 
covering, her nipples clearly defined and her belly 
button bare. He felt the pleasant beginnings of 
arousal.

JoAnn shook her head. "I never carry cash," she said, 
looking from man to man and feeling the first surge of 
nervousness. The youngest was obviously leering at her 
like some sort of cretin. She blinked at the big man 
who had served her and smiled. That usually melted 
them.

"Maybe she can work it off," the youngster sitting off 
to the side said. "Looks like a piece a'her ass might 
be worth five bucks don't it?"

"Likely," said the older man. "Jimmy, why don' you go 
on an' show me them tits? I'll give you an estimate."

The big man grabbed the bottom of her lime-green top 
with both hands and stripped it off over her head and 
dropped it on the desk. Startled, JoAnn squealed, 
feeling her excited nipples throb.

"Whooee," said the freckle-faced boy, setting down his 
half finished Coke and rubbing his hands together. 
"Look at them jugs!" He stood up quickly and grasped 
Joann's big breasts with both hands and squeezed, her 
nipples quickly hard in his calloused palms. "Damn 
nice," he judged as he bent to take her right nipple 
into his mouth and bite down hard.

Everything had happened so fast that JoAnn could barely 
pull her breast free of his mouth and take a swing at 
him before both her arms were pinned behind her and her 
full breasts thrust out toward the smiling boy who 
licked his lips and grinned at her. He flicked a nipple 
with his finger, and the girl squealed, now really 
frightened.

"We ain' gonna hurt you, honey," said the big man 
holding her from behind. "Just calm down. You gonna go 
first, Pa?" He clamped her wrists with one hand and 
pawed her right breast with the other, petting it 
gently, lifting as if he were weighing it.

"You bet," said the white haired man, getting to his 
feet and coming around his littered desk, his big belly 
hanging over his belt. "Reckon we can do her right 
here?"

"Might as well. Business's slow and Junior can take 
care of anybody that needs help, can't you, boy?"

"Shit," the youngster said, twisting the girl's left 
nipple as grinning at her grimace, "I never get nothing 
but sloppy seconds."

"Take off your shorts, miss," said the older man, "and 
get ready for a treat." He pulled down his zipper and 
licked his lips.

She spat at him and he hit her in the belly with his 
left fist, a short, hard blow that knocked the wind 
from her and bent her double, squealing and gasping.

"Rip `em off her, Jim," said the man as he fished his 
big cock out of his jeans and stroked it firmly; 
stretching it out and then peeling back the foreskin 
and revealing its fat head which was bigger than a golf 
ball.

"Don't," JoAnn whimpered as the man behind her held her 
wrists firmly and pulled down her shorts and tiny thong 
with the other hand. "Please don't," she begged as he 
kicked her clothes off her feet and pressed her face 
down on the cluttered desk, her curly head right beside 
the heavy change-maker. He pushed her feet wider apart, 
his hand flat on the small of her back.

"Good looking ass, Pa," said the man as he caressed the 
girl's buttocks and fingered her wiggling slit. "You 
gonna do both holes?"

"Which one you want?" the man asked, setting his now-
rigid prick at the girl's tiny anus and probing gently.

"Need some grease?" his younger son asked.

"Nah," said the man, "spit'll do the job," and he 
dribbled a mouth full of saliva down JoAnn's ass crack, 
bathed the head of his cock in it and then sodomized 
her with a single, half-foot thrust. She gasped. His 
zipper began pulling pubic hair and tearing at her 
flesh as he banged her still deeper with his second 
thrust. He grunted and rammed again, grunting loudly.

JoAnn arched and screamed. She had been ass-fucked a 
few times as an adolescent, before she gave her cherry 
to a Marine Corps cousin, but she had never felt 
anything like this old man's long, thick, hard pole 
that ripped her back-passage open and seemed to be 
pressing up between her lungs.

"By damn, but she's tight," he said, holding JoAnn's 
buttocks firmly, "You a virgin girl?"

JoAnn whimpered and shook her head. If she could have 
gotten her hand down between her legs, she would have 
done so, but her hips and belly were pressed hard 
against the edge of the metal desk. She squeezed and 
felt the pleasure surge so she squeezed again as her 
rapist pulled back.

"Hot damn, that's the way, young'un. Didn't think you 
was cherry, way you was dressed, so here we go." And he 
started sawing and grunting with the zipper's teeth 
still ripping at her. The girl glanced up at the big 
clock behind his desk and gritted her teeth, holding 
back of groan of pleasure, not wanted these jerks to 
know she was enjoying the rape. His strokes were slow 
and deep and he held each one fully extended until his 
prick jerked and flexed in her before he pulled it back 
to thrust again. 

JoAnn shuddered and writhed, whimpering. The man who 
had stripped off her top, moved in front of her, lifted 
her chin and put the fat head of his big prick in her 
slack mouth. She hardly noticed because the sodomy was 
so continuously painful and because she was close to 
coming, her clit and labia rubbing on the desk top.

Overloaded, JoAnn's mind went elsewhere while her 
tongue continued to lap at the big intruder that seemed 
determined to enter her throat.

The bell signaling a customer rang and JoAnn lifted her 
head and saw that the man behind her had been ramming 
into her for nearly ten minutes, now smacking them 
together at about once a second, his fingers buried in 
her butt. She could hear him exhaling.

"First class piece," said the man, shifting his grip up 
to her young breasts, yanking her back toward him and 
feeling his balls churning as he squeezed out her 
nipples. "Damn if I'm not about to come," he snorted.

"Bout time," said his older son with a smile. He was 
standing at the other side of the desk with his big 
cock in the girl's ovaled mouth, just letting her lick 
away and holding himself back for using her pussy. He 
only had a couple of inches in her mouth but the girl 
could see he had a lot more to use, more than she had 
ever seen. In the last few seconds, as she neared 
another climax, the girl had become aware of the size 
of the piece of male meat in her mouth. 

It felt like one of those big submarine sandwiches she 
had enjoyed at the beach last year, the week when she 
had eight boys and three men in a big RV. It was huge, 
both hot and huge, the head hard ridged and she was 
glad she had not tried to swallow it.

"Oh damn," cried the older man, arching his back and 
firing his cum into the girl, three good shots of hot 
jism. "Shit!" he said. "I got to have some more 
a'this." He thrust again.

"Come on, Paw," said the man with half his stiff prick 
in her mouth, "give it a rest."

"OK, OK, you're always so impatient. She can clean me 
off while you put a baby in her. Go to it, Jimmy."

"No, please," JoAnn begged, trying to twist free. 
"Enough. Please let me go. I won't tell." She felt her 
vagina leaking and knew she was ready, eager for what 
came next as he pulled his long, think prick out of her 
sucking lips and smacked her face with it.

"Honey," said the smiling older man, stepping around 
his desk and putting his spent and sticky cock in her 
mouth, "we're just getting started. Time we're done, 
ain't likely you're gonna be able to talk to nobody or 
walk straight neither."

"Shit, Pa, don't scare her like that." He dropped his 
khakis and boxers to the floor and stroked his immense 
member, the pride of his family. Junior, his younger 
brother, now had a good seven inches and was still 
growing, and his father had nearly eight on a good day, 
a very thick eight, but Jim's was a full-fledged nine 
and, he sometimes claimed, as big around as a beer can. 
He had been married twice already at the age of twenty-
five and both wives had run off after a few months of 
his strenuous attentions. He hadn't bothered with a 
divorce since he wasn't really married to either. Most 
of the women who knew him, now avoided him.

JoAnn felt the immense head of his mighty weapon at her 
pouting little pussy and bit her lower lip, both 
excited and fearful. This is what I wanted, she said to 
herself, as he began to spread her open, a real man, 
but once he had an inch or two of his blood-hot ram 
into her she knew she was in trouble and in for some 
real stretching. She could feel things tearing and 
pulling apart as Jim's fierce member moved deeper and 
deeper into her, inch by monstrous inch, parting the 
walls of her clinging vagina and tearing apart 
membranes and tissues, its hard-rimmed head rubbing 
across her G-spot and leaving it bleeding. 

She squealed when she felt her cervix give and then 
part and then the big rod entered her womb, another 
first, as the man's belly and balls banged into her and 
his big hands grasped her shoulders. She sobbed and 
beat on the desk top, as Jim's father tried to slip his 
growing cock down her throat. He had already taken his 
little blue pill so he could keep up with his boys.

Junior came in and watched his brother in awe and pride 
as he pulled the girl's pussy lips outward and then 
folded them inward with the deep thrusts of his mighty 
piston. Junior was sure his brother's cock was at least 
as big as a pump nozzle and probably a bit longer, 
curved in much the same way however. He wondered if he 
could get a gas nozzle into a girl sometime, just for 
fun.

"Give it to her, Jim," he cried, slapping his brother's 
wide back. Jim was now making a hip thrust every five 
seconds, counting them off as held his wide cock deep 
and flexed it time after time, bulging out her belly 
with his ram. Blood was running from JoAnn's vagina and 
splatting the tiled floor. And she was sobbing and 
gasping, feeling both pleasure and pain but mainly 
pain, whimpering like a child. Crying, when she could 
gasp out words, "Stop, stop, stop."

"Ah, ah, ah," Jim grunted as he began to find a rhythm 
he liked, about marching pace, 120 a minute. He watched 
his father holding girl's head and fucking her face, 
proud of his old man and what he could still do with a 
female. He could not remember how many women they had 
enjoyed together in the last five or six years, since 
he got out of jail.

On and on Jim humped as JoAnn's young cunt quivered 
about his tool. His father sat back down in his swivel 
chair, his spent cock in his hand, and watched as the 
girl's lean body came right up off the desk with each 
of Jim's long thrusts. She was gasping and shaking, 
drooling and sobbing as his big son ripped into her, 
looking very pleased and happy as he did so. The girl, 
on the other hand, looked shocked, as if she had seen a 
ghost and she was whimpering and drooling. She had been 
sexually active since she was thirteen, but she had 
never been served like this and she was scared.

"Pretty soon," Jim told his brother, "I can feel the 
lava churning in my balls. I'm real deep in this cunt."

"Don't, don't, oh god," JoAnn managed to say as she 
felt his huge cock swell and then explode in her, 
firing rope after rope of his thick cum into her uterus 
and vagina as he pulled out and poked deeply into her 
ass to deposit his last load with a shiver of joy.

"Damn good, girl," Jim said, as he pulled out of her 
steaming anus. He slapped her buttocks and handed her 
over to his younger brother who was eager for action. 
The boy was ready, his cock pointing upward as he 
pulled the sobbing girl down on it while he sat on his 
usual chair. JoAnn arched up and Junior buried his face 
between her lovely breasts, licking and nibbling left 
and right as he rammed and rammed into her snug but 
soggy vagina, seeking friction and comfort in his 
brother's slimy spunk.

"Slow down, boy," his father urged as he watched his 
youngest son bounce the girl on his lap, her arms 
flapping as if she was a rag doll. Junior sucked and 
licked both breasts and was sinking his teeth into her 
left tit when he ejaculated, crying out in pleasure.

Jim pulled JoAnn off the smiling boy and sat her down 
on his father's prick, her back him, his pole buried in 
her agonized pussy. "Thank y'Jim," said the man, 
grasping JoAnn's breasts and making very small and 
rapid thrusts up into her, what he thought of as rabbit 
fucking. He could do it all night when he was well 
rested. "Damn if she ain' still tight. You're losing 
your touch, Jimbo."

Jim and his brother doctored their cokes with some 
white lightning and sat and watched as their father 
horsed the girl, amazed by the way her tits began to 
move around in circles as she sat bouncing on the old 
man's lap.

"You still got that air mattress in your truck?" Jim 
asked as JoAnn began to whimper again, her eyes closed 
and mouth open. He wondered if she wasn't starting to 
enjoy herself.

The boy nodded and went to fetch it.

By the time he got back, Jim had the limp girl in his 
arms with a finger buried in her asshole. "She passed 
out on Pa," he said. "Put that thing out there between 
the lifts."

Junior plugged the air mattress in and inflated it 
after his brother laid the unconscious girl down, her 
slit oozing gobs of semen.

"Get your camera, boy," Jim said as she stripped off 
his shirt. "I'm gonna do ten positions in ten minutes 
and I want it on tape with this pretty little bitch 
here." Junior ran back to his truck while Jim pulled up 
the girl's head and poured some 120 proof alcohol into 
her, undiluted moonshine.

JoAnn sputtered and looked at the big, naked man 
holding her, his sharply defined muscles a product of 
his prison time for raping a twelve-year-old who had 
actually given her consent. "Oh please," she sobbed, 
putting an arm about his neck and pulling his mouth to 
hers. She kissed him gently and then said again, 
"Please, please, no more." She tried not to look at his 
huge penis, which jumped about like a caged animal.

"Honey," Jim said, as he pulled her face back to his, 
"were just getting started." He kissed her deeply and 
ran his tongue down her throat. "Ready?" he said to his 
brother. "I'll count and you try to hold steady, hear?"

He started with JoAnn on her back and did a series of 
different leg positions before he hoisted her up on his 
thighs and then turned on her on head, folding her 
nearly double before he was taking her from behind, 
ending up standing over her buttocks, his knees bent as 
he fucked hard and deeply into the girl's battered 
vagina, having given her nearly a thousand thrusts in 
about ten minutes. He pulled loose, turned her over 
with his foot and then squatted on her body and tit 
fucked her until he came and sprayed her face and hair.

Junior hosed her off and then mounted her missionary 
style and enjoyed himself for nearly a half-hour. Then 
they sent him out for some chicken and, after a bit of 
rest, they humped the girl while they ate their fried 
chicken and wiped their greasy fingers on her hips and 
thighs. They even gave her a drumstick after they 
rolled her over and got her up on her knees.

Three hours later, with the moon up and the men tired, 
cock sore and ready to head for home, JoAnn found 
herself kneeling before the white-haired man, her back 
pressed against the metal edge of his desk drawer, 
still quite naked. 

"Now listen, gal," he said to her, "you've some choices 
to make. You can go home with Jim and be wife number 
three for him. I think he'd like that. Shoot, he must 
have fucked you two dozen times. Or, we can cut your 
throat and bury you out back where we throw the trash. 
Likely animals would come along later and haul your 
body off, but they'd scatter your bones so it don't 
matter none. Lot's a'critters out this way. Or, let's 
see, you can come to work for me, pump gas and fuck the 
customers; pay's five an hour. What do you say?" 

He pulled his spent cock from her mouth and zipped up 
his worn pants.

"I want to go home," JoAnn said quietly, wiping her 
lips on the back of her hand. "Please let me go home."

"What do you think, Jimbo?" he asked.

The big man sniffed. "Shoot her." He chuckled when he 
saw her horrified face and smiled to show he wasn't 
serious.

"Junior?"

"Can't we keep her? She's awful good."

The older man rubbed his snubbled jaw. "Go home girl. 
If you need medical help, I'm sorry, but I'm sure you 
can make up some sort of story. You'll probably stop 
bleeding directly. Might want to get one of them Pal B 
pills. Anybody comes looking for me `bout this bit 
a'fun, one of my boys is going to come for you. We know 
where you live. Understand?" He waved her driver's 
license at her.

JoAnn nodded. "Thank you," she managed to croak.

On wobbly legs the girl pulled on her clothes, went out 
to her car, buckled herself in, and got back out on the 
highway, trembling. She tried to think how many times 
she had come but really couldn't imagine the number. I 
wonder, she thought, as she shifted down to fifth, I 
wonder if I could tame that bunch so we could fuck for 
fun. All three of them were better equipped than any 
man she had enjoyed and all three knew how to do it as 
well.

Maybe, just maybe, she thought she had had the solution 
to her problem.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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