Message-ID: <41954asstr$1050840604@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@google.com> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: vgss@email.com (Video Gamer) X-Original-Message-ID: <fb29f380.0304192305.37858bbf@posting.google.com> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: 20 Apr 2003 07:05:33 GMT X-Spamscanner: mailbox6.ucsd.edu (v1.2 Mar 17 2003 15:04:36, 0.2/5.0 2.43) X-Spam-Level: Level X-MailScanner: PASSED (v1.2.7 97954 h3K75Y3h009761 mailbox6.ucsd.edu) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 20 Apr 2003 00:05:33 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} Panic Room - The Real Loot (MM/Ff - moderate NC and inc) Date: Sun, 20 Apr 2003 08:10:04 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2003/41954> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, dennyw The Movie Guy's Sex Stories Volume 1 - Panic Room - "The Real Loot" The last thought that flashed through little Sarah Altman's mind before her mother stepped out of the panic room door was a silent prayer for success. She held her breath, watching the drama unfold over the nearby monitor as her mother dove to the bedside and reached desperately for the cell phone hidden underneath. Her fragile innocence was highlighted in Meg's initial victory in finding the device, cherubic face beaming with delight as she heard the footsteps rapidly escaping back to their sanctuary. Sarah's expression, however, quickly melted into absolute horror as one of the robbers emerged alongside the running woman. Grabbing her outstretched hand, Raoul spun the frantic elder Altman around, safely disarming her escape. Had Sarah been any less terrified, she would have immediately leapt up to close the passage and save herself, but was instead transfixed by the images reflecting what was happening just a few feet away. With a harsh turn, the robber twisted Megan's arm, causing her to cry out in pain as her wrist flared up. Instinctively dropping the phone, she only had enough time to watch it burst in a cloud of useless parts before she was flying halfway across the room, landing softly onto the bed. Staring up at the ceiling, she lay there helplessly as her captor advanced, looming over her prone figure with a predatory intent in his eyes. His hands came to her chest, and she let her head fall to the side as powerful hands tore the black tank top in half. Jerking noticeably from the force, Megan did not even see her beautiful, full breasts come into view of the two burglars running in after their. She was so dazed, it wasn't until rough hands began dancing over her exposed flesh that she shivered in revulsion, wincing slightly as a lapping tongue darted around her nipples every few seconds. "And what the hell do you think you're doing?" Buhrman barked, coming in behind the others to find his coworker helping himself to Megan's jubblies. "None of your business, 'less you want some." replied Junior, stepping rapidly over to the steel door that led to the panic room and holding his arm up to lock the infra-red sensor. "Although I am a little disappointed my friend here risked our chance at the loot while he helped himself to momma." "Ahh, shut up." Raoul lashed back, letting one hand roam down to ravage Meg's crotch through her pants. "It's all good now. I just wanted to make sure I got this one first, though..." Now, as a lecherous Junior slipped into Sarah's haven, the youngster managed to tear her eyes away from the thugs groping her mother. Risking only a quick glance as him, she swiveled away, kicking the floor until her back was against the far wall. There would only be one chance. Junior was stepping forward with blinding determination, but was still aware enough to block the child's bare foot before it came into contact with his crotch. Grabbing the cool skin in his hands, he twisted it ninety degrees, eliciting a painful eruption from the captured teenager. As Sarah drew her sore ankle close to her body, he stopped to savor the erotic sight of this girl's last virginal moments. As if reading his thoughts, Sarah suddenly realized she was fighting for much more than her house at this point. This man was going to do nasty things to her... probably rape her precious pink cunny. An entire life of waiting for the perfect man to make love to would be ruined by a hungry cock tearing into her tonight, if she didn't act. She kicked wildly, but the burglar was too quick, snatching a large swatch of her checkered pajamas in his right hand. She continued to flail frantically, but the struggle was already over. Each movement only served to drag the elastic band further down her hips as Junior held firm to the cuff. As if effortlessly, he raised his arm high, forcing Sarah's legs to lift up as her only lower garment was removed. A hearty smile crossed his lips as two creamy globes stared back at him momentarily before plopping down, free of such confining restraints as clothes. Under the impact of the fall, her slender limbs spread apart bereft of will, allowing her absolutely hairless pussy to peek out into the world. "Like mother, like daughter, eh?" Junior remarked, referring to the lack of undergarments among the Altman women. Bending down and licking a finger, he watched Sarah merely gasp as the fat probe was inserted into her parched canal, the unexpected feeling numbing her. His greasy digit slid roughly into her passage, coming to rest at her maidenhead. "I love when virgins don't wear panties..." he whispered softly, leaning over to lick her mouth. Sarah just sat there with a blank look as he infiltrated her childish body, unable to believe this was happening. *** Sarah couldn't help but let her mind drift away with that remark, thinking of the freedom their house really held with no men around. Between her and her mother, there was almost no nudity taboo. Meg had often wandered into the bathroom and spied Sarah with her legs wide open, unashamedly peeing from her tight vagina. The adolescent had done the same on occasion, catching numerous glimpses of the ripe tits and furry bush that would soon proudly adorn her own body. Ever since leaving her husband, their homes had been an oasis for the liberated females. And since Sarah's hair had been amazingly long until only very recently, it had become a habit for Megan to wash her daughter's lengthy locks. When shower time rolled around, the young female would gingerly step aside as her mother disrobed, their clothing pooling together outside. After Sarah's head were sufficiently cleaned, the girls would separate to soap down individually, the limber child blushing furiously each time she had to slide a slick finger through her crack, hoping her mother never caught on to just how sensitive her privates were becoming. After being naked for so long, it was nothing for the ravishing nymphs to paddle around the house completely nude, feeling the coolness envelop their taut bodies as water dripped down over forbidden areas. In fact, their love for clothes often extended this naturel term for even longer, as new outfits are always much easier to try on when you are already unclothed. Toweling off hastily, the pair would comment and rate each of the week's new buys before donning the matching sets. All the while it seemed perfectly normal for Meg to stuff her boobs into a sheer top that her ample nubs poked through easily. Or for Sarah to sit down and pull on some of her trademark boy's pajamas that just happened to have a tiny slit in the front. Meant for a penis, of course, but they did a fine job of flashing peeks of her pussy beneath. In fact, the only privacy either of them afforded was at night, after both bedroom doors were closed. There, the ladies could allow their fingers and slits to unite while working their way to orgasm. Meg thinking of some hot new stud at work, and Sarah dreaming of letting her primal instincts run wild with some of the cute boys from class. *** But of course, letting on to those family secrets would undoubtedly have spurred Junior to pry open her legs and take her cherry right there on the cold steel floor. Had she known what was about to happen, she would have gladly done anything, even lewdly jamming her small hand into her tiny box right then and there and begging him to fuck her. Anything to spare the humiliation that was to come. "I tell you what, sweet thing." Junior cooed with a thick accent. "It would be a shame for your momma to miss this." Sarah let her head sink dejectedly as he bent down, grabbing her soft butt and hefting her into his grasp. Hanging on so as not to fall, Sarah felt her dainty mound pressing against his covered penis, dreading the fact that she had mere moments before that awful monster was to fill her deepest chamber. She shut her eyes as Junior carried her into the bedroom, knowing her mother would see anyway. "Please no, not her!" Meg wailed, tricking Sarah into turning her head. The younger Altman saw her mom for only a second before being lowered ceremonially onto the ground, the image forever searing itself into her mind. During Junior's quick detour, Raoul easily popped the button on Meg's jeans, lowering them down her legs to reveal another uncovered crotch. As her offspring looked on, Megan was unable to prevent Sarah from watching her exposed snatch get rapidly fingered. "Don't look honey..." she ordered feebly, feeling relieved when the girl's pouty face turned away in acceptance. "Mom, make them stop!" Sarah cried out, covering herself with her hands. "I don't wanna..." "So help me..." Meg affirmed, trying to look sternly at Junior even as her cunt was besieged by foreign hands. "If you touch a hair on her head..." she warned before being cut off. "Don't worry, lady." Raoul comforted, reaching up to stroke Megan's hair with touch wet from her own juices. "The only hair we're gonna touch will be... down there..." "Nnn... noo!" she grunted, attempted to get up. The woman was quickly intercepted, of course, and held down by her breasts as Raoul climbed on top of her. He was quick about it, lowering his pants before she could even detect it and slamming his shaft into her forcefully. "Oh please no..." the older woman moaned, humiliated they were forcing Sarah to watch this. For the moment, she was too engaged in her own struggle to remember Junior was about to plunder Sarah's timid form. "Heh heh..." Junior teased, looking down at his young prize seated against the wall next to the panic door. Sarah had shielded her eyes the moment her mother was penetrated, leaving her own pussy unguarded once again. "Too bad you're bare, kid." he remarked suavely, forcing the girl's arms to her sides. "Otherwise I could keep my word..." Sarah offered surprisingly little resistance as her captor backed away, dragging her feet until she rested solidly on the wooden floor. Now in a prime position to have sex, Junior hurriedly undid his belt, baring his massive cock while his pants fell to the floor. Without even bothering to kick them off, he crept over her shaking form, wielding his phallus like a deadly sword as it nestled between her inner thighs. "I don't know about you," he droned, forcing her small frame to bear his weight. "But I'm gonna love this." And with that, he thrust forward, his meaty pole roughly spearing her virgin folds. "Nooooooo..." Sarah moaned, tears springing from her eyes as Junior attempted to get his manhood inside her thirteen year-old cunt. Each pounding further opened her pristine passage, allowing more of him to seep into her recesses. "Oh God, it hurts soooo much!" she cried out, her burning sex overriding any other stimulus. She attempted to voice displeasure again, but soon felt a heavy hand close around her mouth. Her flapping lips were thus silenced, only a few muffled yelps escaping from time to time. "You sick son of a bitch!" Megan retaliated under the onslaught of her own fucking. "You're really raping her, you fucking bastard! You're raping my baby!" Clearly aroused by the mother's ill-thought out words, Junior rose to his knees, spreading Sarah's legs wide apart as his cock sank all the way into her. "Oh yeah, she's the real thing!" he shouted triumphantly, pulling his penis out to admire the bloody traces that appeared. "So tight..." he continued, watching his rod dance in her womb. In this position, her mouth was too far away for him to cover, but she was well beyond crying now, passively staring at the ceiling and emitting low "uhhhs" as Junior screwed her. "Please stop!" Megan begged between stabs into her own pussy, wildly changing her tone. "You can't do this to her..." She craned her neck futilely, dreading the sight of her child getting brutally fucked by such an animal. Knowing it was tugging at her heart only made Sarah's attacker laugh heartily as he began plunging into her at a pace competitive with his partner. Invitingly egging her mother even further, Junior reached for his mate's collar, rending the black shirt and exposing the child's small breasts. "Aww, she 'aint even got no tits yet..." he muttered with a discouraged tone, looking at the small swellings around Sarah's nipples that were barely bumps. Leaning over, he caressed her aureoles with his palms, stimulating the red nubs in their center. "But at least they work!" he added approvingly, feeling the tiny projects harden under forced foreplay. "Damn, I love first timers!" he announced loudly, slamming into her hips with additional impact. "God no..." Megan repeated, hearing the harsh "mmmph!" sounds as her baby was violated. At last spent, she ceased protesting, floating limply in a cocoon of sheets and flesh as the sound of shafts gliding into both Altman's holes permeated the house. Burnham sat idly near the door, disliking his fellow thieves for using their lithe curves to please themselves, but lacking the courage to put a stop to it. Without fanfare, Junior suddenly erupted into little Sarah, evoking a deadened scream as she felt her womb fill with potent sperm. Megan joined her soon thereafter, groaning in despair as her own vessel was stuffed with semen. "Look guys." Burnham finally said with a sigh, breaking the silence. "Stealin' is one thing, but I don't wanna any part of this. 'Gonna get to work finding where that money is." "You do that..." Junior grunted, squeezing himself further into the paralyzed teenager. He really wanted to let his seed soak in, tinged slightly red with the remains of her hymen. Burnham stepped between the two lovers and the panic room, looking down at the glassy-eyed female's heaving bosom. She was totally lost, contemplating the repercussions of the five inches of flesh which protruded from her thin duct. Shaking his head in disguise, the con bore on and went to work. *** Both men disengaged at their leisure, leaving the women to pant in exertion as their heart rates returned to normal. Megan had the decency to cover her self with quaking hands, reeling from what was to undoubtedly be her first of many fucks that night, but poor Sarah lay still on the ground. Her body exuded every sign of defilement imaginable - torn clothes, reddened boobs, and of course the white mess slowly running out her crack. "Well, I'm happy." Raoul commented as he pulled his trousers up. Looking over to the corrupted youth reeling from the presence of his friend's tool, he briefly wondered if he's chosen erroneously. Her sore vulva swayed open like a fish's mouth, just as confused as its master as to what had just happened. "Oh, we're not done yet..." Junior said suavely, standing up and hiking his pants into a more sophisticated position. "I want to remember this one, after all the waiting they put us through" With that, dashed into the next room, snatching the camcorder he had noticed on his earlier trek. Burnham tsked disapprovingly as he tapped the walls gently, looking for the secret panel. Molesting them was one thing, but letting them know their defilers would be forever getting off to the act was clearly out of line. Still, he had his own family to worry about. And if he couldn't find the money, none of it would matter anyway. Waving it in front towards the barely-conscious little girl as he returned, Junior spoke in a clearly annoyed tone. "You wanted to take pictures of us for the cops, eh?" he claimed, rewinding the digital recorder to overwrite any images of them. "Well, now we really get to have some fun." Kneeling down again, he parted the battered juvenile legs, getting a close-up shot of the cum dribbling from Sarah's tunnel. Using a hand to split her reddened labia apart, he continued filming the proof of his work as she girl lay back and accepted this further defeat. Moving upwards, Junior made sure to catch the young lady's haggard face peering down between her legs, evermore linking Sarah Altman to the tainted slit below. Raoul joined in shortly afterwards, helping his pal sculpt this fine body into more degrading positions. As Megan listened to her daughter's plaintive cries, the men once again whipped out their now-flaccid dicks, cramming them repeatedly into Sarah for their own pleasure. They took turns, each time one bottomed out in her belly, the other would be sure to capture the grunt spreading across the girl's face. She was tossed around like a doll until the only remaining stitch of clothing fell off, each movement prompting yet another prod into her immature folds. From riding them both, to a poke from behind, and a multitude of poses where she simply lay on her back and accepted some thick cock in her smooth passage. Moving on to further debasement, Raoul rolled the female on her stomach to be the first one to experience her tight bottom. Lubricating his member with the spooge from her other cavern, he crammed her butt sluggishly, enjoying the panned-out effect as Sarah stiffened from the filling sensation. Junior snickered as her shocked face appeared on the viewfinder, amusing himself for only a moment before feeding the gaping maw his own penis. Without any experience in fellatio, she gagged helplessly before he relented and pulled out, more out of fear of her naive teeth than out of civility. Having had their fill of introducing the previously undersexed female to a repertoire of sexual knowledge, the thieves deposited her on the bed next to Meg, excitedly watching then embrace tightly. The mother savored the comforting feel of her offspring's loving body, wishing she could turn back the clock and heal her abused child's memory of cold-hearted rape. Without even caring that their genitals were naturally touching, Sarah rested her head on her mother's neck, relishing the brief respite for her ravaged pussy. "Ain't that sweet?" Raoul chimed in, looking at the lesbian-esque couple cuddling nearby. "Almost makes me want to reward 'em for putting on such a show!" Meg shuddered at the thought that her tender moment was turning these people on, but dared not shy away from Sarah because of it. "Tell you what, girlie..." he said, getting up to run his hands along Sarah's naked back and rear. "You can play with yourself now. Go ahead and have some fun." To emphasize his point, Raoul deftly swept her hand into the cleft between her legs, drawing a wholehearted gasp from the depths of her soul. "Don't make me do it, please!" Sarah bawled, not even bothering to make any motion to stop him from touching her. "I just... can't! Not in front of you!" "Well, if mommy wants to show us all how it's done instead..." Junior offered, moving over to join the group. "Yes, yes..." Megan called, breaking away from her baby to sit on the edge of the bed. "I'll do it, I'll do anything. Just please leave her alone from now on." With that, she shamelessly began running a finger up and down her slit, in full view of the three robbers and her adjacent progeny. "Wow, she does that good!" Raoul cheered, loving the sight of her effortlessly diddling her snatch with the help of his cream. "Mom, how can you do that!" Sarah asked in genuine bewilderment, momentarily deterred from her own fingers still being coerced into entering her wet slot. "Please honey, don't watch..." Meg warned, pinching her clit unexpectedly hard as she realized what was now going to happen. True to form, Raoul immediately picked up on the hint to further arouse himself. Guiding Sarah to the floor, he placed the young lady on her knees, exhausted face mere inches from her mother's exposed bush. "Like what you see?" her previous mate queried invitingly. "Momma looks like she's had lots of experience." "Oh, yes..." Megan groaned, hoping to distract them away from Sarah by enticing them to watch her show instead. "I do it all the time." Junior smirked at the comment. Being the more sexually experienced of the three, he knew her sentiment was fake, but was curiously excited enough to prod her on. "Go on..." he implored viciously. "When I... uh..." Meg panted, crying inwardly at how the thoughts running through her head were starting to break the icy shield surrounding her womanhood. "Teach..." "What grade?" Junior persisted, kneeling down next to Sarash to massage her petite breasts. The diminutive child was, as expected, totally lost in the scene in front of her, and allowed him to feel her chest up without even a change of expression. "Junior high." she shot back quickly, becoming more distressed as her body betrayed her, hand moving quite rapidly across the splayed lips which glistened in the dim light. "Bet you like to let them fuck you..." Raoul interjected warily. "Sometimes..." Meg whispered loudly, really getting into the act. "They need it so bad, I have to help." She paused the surface stimulation of her sex to dip a finger into the gooey hole, cheeks reddening noticeably from the additional thrill. "If they ask me, I'll let one of them jack me over the desk after class..." she continued, hoping desperately that Sarah would see through this facade. "And if I'm feeling really...ooh... horny, I'll slip into the showers after gym and let them have me one at a time..." By now, poor Meg was beginning to spasm with her pre-climax, lubricant flowing freely out of her while her hole emitted it's characteristic sweet fragrance. "Is that how I smell now?" Sarah wondered, detecting the spunk mixed in with her mom's sex. Already she could feel her own body warming to the erotic descriptions woven before her. The mist that entered her mind upon losing her virginity still clouded her judgement, for Sarah had not even thought to take Meg's words for anything other than face value. "I never knew..." her mind-blowing revelation echoed, realizing that since she attended the same classes as many of those students. Just thinking of her mother doing it with them made her heart stop, face contorting with pleasure as the boys pushed their little cocks into her. These same kids had often plied to test her sexual equipment with their penises. To think that they had already been drinking their fill of mom... "Oh, I love thinking about what they do to me!" Meg rasped brazenly, the overpowering urges of her loins driving her well past distraction and well into depravity. "Filling me up... it always makes me... come!" Right on cue, she launched into a voracious orgasm, thrashing fingers into her quim right in front of her watching adolescent. And Raoul was there, whipping the camera out from behind his back to forever capture this most private action. Painfully aware she was being taped, Meg dared not stop and risk provoking the men. She continued masturbating, the feelings coursing through her tasting bittersweet. "Thankyou thankyou thankyou..." she moaned pathetically once it was over, making sure to let the men believe they were still in charge. Leaning back on the bed, Meg allowed her nudity to continue to shine uncovered. In light of what she'd just done, it seemed an almost pleasant alternative. *** "So, you ready to go now?" Junior persisted, dipping an eager finger into Sarah's depths. "You said you'd leave her alone!" Meg argued with exhaustion, too tired to even lift her head. "Hey, we just want the kid to have some fun in all of this!" Raoul added with mock sincerity. "Now do it..." "No, please don't make me..." Sarah pled, inching back away from Junior's touch and covering her mound. "I'll have sex with you again, if you want. I'll be really good and like it until I come too, but don't force me to do... that." "Sarah!" Meg shouted with alarm, flabbergasted by her daughter's offer. Junior, becoming clearly agitated, stepped between the female pair, lowering his pants quickly. "I don't like to ask twice..." he bellowed, plunging his prick deep into Meg. "So I think I'll have some fun while you make up you mind!" The woman grunted emphatically, her too-sensitive clit lighting up from the forced stimulation. "I'll do it, I'll do it!" Sarah burst out hurriedly, rapidly running her fingers along her gooey crack. Junior ceased his motion immediately, pulling out slowly before getting one last deep pound in. Meg let out a loud shriek as her pussy was stretched to its limits, then hastily panted as she was left alone again. Although intrigued by her mother's technique, Sarah had already developed a favorite method for getting off. As the two men wanted intently, Raoul began rolling film once again, forcing the petite girl to turn away as her embarrassing secret was revealed. Locking four fingers into a stiff instrument, she began running the underside of her knuckles along the bare lips, sighing immediately as her own touch quickly brought gratification. "God damn!" Junior said with an impressed whistle. "You're so little to know how to do that so good." "The boys at school taught me how..." she confessed, feeling more open to disclose her own sexual past now that she believed her mom had. She must have had a reason for doing so, Sarah reasoned. And it was much easier to talk about sex to a stranger than to actually show it, and she was doing both! "No, you don't have to..." Meg choked, her voice quivering too much for anyone to make out a word. Ignoring her mother's gurgle, the child continued. "Well, my friends started this club." she rattled off speedily, the jolts running through her frame starting to affect her speech. "And to get in, you had let boys do stuff to you." "They touch you down there?" Junior asked incredulously. "Yeah..." Sarah moaned lustfully, feeling the pleasant memories begin to enhance her pleasure. "Someone will stand outside the bathroom and be lookout, then send someone in to put his hand down my pants." "What does he touch?" Junior prodded insistently. "My, my..." "Say it or I'll start fucking mommy again." the man ordered. "He rubs my pussy..." Sarah eked out, continuing to do the same thing she was describing. "And then I'll rub his thing... his cock. Until he shoots his stuff." "Like he did inside you, huh?" Raoul quipped gruffly, nodding towards the fellow thief. "Yes..." she replied meekly, looking at his cum as it helped ease her sliding motions. "They always want to do it for real, but the girls say I don't have to go that far." "But I bet you wanted to, sometimes." Junior said, unable to take his eyes off of the fluttering in Sarah's crotch and the effects it was producing on the young teen. "Go ahead, imagine one of your friends is pumping your sweet cunt while another screws your mom." "Ah..." Sarah cried, feeling the sensations increase at the mere thought. She tried to ignore his dirty fantasy, instead thinking about some boy from English class doing those things to her, but the sheer eroticism of the suggestion was too much to ignore. Her small, bare chest up against the blackboard, she imagined one of the "club" members force himself into her vagina while she squealed in happiness. Nearby, her mother was face-up on the desk, getting drilled by another young stud while a third massaged Meg's breasts with one hand and his dick in the other. "Ooooh... it's happening!" she breathlessly exclaimed, boyish hips humping her imaginary lover. The illusion was so real to her now that carnal glorification had gelled her brain. Raoul kept on rolling, catching quick glimpses of her squishy folds rapidly opening and closing, obviously in the throes of a shattering climax. More happy grunts rewarded the robbers for allowing her to come, forcing the adolescent to shut her eyes in the face of such pure bliss. When the last vestiges of her jollies had faded, Sarah brought her hand in front of her face, not able to believe so much sticky wetness had seeped from her body. Junior pried her legs apart to get some more footage of her pussy, the heat from her fiery lips even fogging the lens. By now, both Altmans were beyond resisting. *** Their next performance was met without any resistance whatsoever. Junior politely indicated to the younger female that it would be improper to let her mom dress with such a messy crotch, and Sarah picked up his meaning without hesitation. "As long it's not them doing it..." she reasoned while Meg moaned in half-lust, half-sorrow. "I'll do whatever it takes." After sucking all the fluid she could from her mom's scented tunnel, the child lay back and bucked noticeably as Meg tearfully performed oral sex on her. It was wonderfully tender compared to the lingering memory of her first fuck, and she gladly stilled her tongue until they were allowed to stop, each moment of horrible incest added to the taped archive. "It's over..." Meg thought with relief as Burnham emerged from the panic room, a sheaf of papers in his hand. "You've got what you came for." she began. "Now please go and leave us." Junior and Raoul looked at each other with deliberate grins, letting on that the ordeal was far from over. Dragging Meg to the ground and propping her butt in the air, he slid his shaft into her behind suddenly. He grabbed her shoulders and slid their conjoined mass over, pointing her rocking head towards the mattress where little Sarah was about to get plugged as well. "Nooo... not agaaaaaaaain!" she screamed as Raoul held her stomach-down on the bed, parting her tiny cheeks with both hands so he could aim his prick right into her flower. "Oh god, oh god..." she repeatedly endlessly as her tender vice was violated again. After the thugs finished taking care of their hard-won erections, the girls were once again leaking goo from their bellies. Burnham looked on silently as the goons cleaned themselves up, leading the two women naked and exposed as they ransacked the rooms on the way out for lesser valuables. Approaching the door, he took a look outside to make sure the coast was clear, and paused as his hand closed around the handle. "I almost hope we get caught." he uttered thickly. "Lucky for you I'm just too smart for that." Junior replied, pushing past him to make his way outside. "We got the money, and you kept your morals. Hell, if you're really nice, we'll even let you watch the evidence sometime." *** Dealing with the aftermath of their encounter wasn't easy, but both vowed to keep what had happened a secret. The chance of the bastards being caught was virtually nil, and Meg couldn't bear what would happen to Sarah if the school found out. Going about their day-to-day lives was, if anything, at least a little comforting. Sarah managed to get off duty from the club for awhile by feigning a period. "Which might not come for some time now..." she thought grimly, remembering the feeling of all those potential babies floating around inside of her. When her friends grew tired of her excuses after a few days, the teenager grudgingly relented, meeting one of her biggest fans for a quickie in the boy's bathroom. Forgoing her own share of the fun, Sarah sat back on the toiled seat and allowed his hands to roam her crevices, trying to do her best to pretend and enjoy it. He was a messy lover, smacking his lips against her face as his stubby finger stuck deep in her vagina. Sarah yelped, remembering her lost cherry, and he withdrew woefully, focusing on her budding breasts instead. Sufficiently aroused, they switched places, his penis springing up proudly. Sarah performed her task dutifully, yanking on his rod with such fervor the poor lad erupted all over her furious hand before he even knew what was happening. Without a word, she washed her hands and flashed a quick wave to him before departing hurriedly, leaving him in the afterglow of the greatest handjob of his young life. Class was already over for the day, and Sarah slipped past the watchful eye of her girlfriend, hoping not to get dragged into another assignment because of her rapid handling of the first. Making her way down and around the maze of stairs and corridors, she creaked open the door to her mother's room and stepped inside. "Ready to head home?" she asked in the same solemn tone that had pervaded their life since that fateful day nearly a week ago. Meg looked up, a tired smile on her face, and nodded her assent. She was in the process of packing up books and papers, Sarah idly roaming the aisles, when a bunch of excited students suddenly burst through the door and headed straight for their instructor. "Is it true, Mrs. Altman?" one of them blurted out, palming his hands on the nearest chair. One of them contained a small, unmarked cassette. "Oh, and what is that, Brian?" Meg replied in an inquisitive tone, effortlessly switching from mother to teacher. Sarah paused her meandering, cocking an ear to hear what was transpiring. "Well, this guy..." another began, interrupting his pal. "He started coming up to people in the playground and asking if anyone had you for history." "Yeah, yeah!" a third piped up, continuing the tale. "When we said yes, he was like going on about you hired him to fix your air conditioner, and then..." "He told us to watch this movie!" The first one finished, displaying the black object and waiting open-mouthed to gauge her response. Meg didn't have the foggiest idea what was going on at all. She was so frazzled from such a busy day on the job, it just didn't click. But Sarah understood immediately. "No..." the adolescent squeaked softly, freezing in place. "Those fucking bastards..." "Oh my god, it's true!" one of them exclaimed, pointing excitedly to the stuttering little girl. "You both asked them to do it with you! Oh, wow, this is too much..." He sat down on a chair, his young mind trying to deal with such a massive opportunity that he fell completely into his own world. "We could make a fortune selling this thing to our friends. And the other teachers... or even on the internet!" "Or..." Meg broke in with surprisingly full composure. "You could keep quiet and get a much better deal." She had slipped over to the door as the youngster babbled, and Sarah noticed. "Please don't do this, mom..." the girl pled, shaking her head sadly as her mother offered their flesh in exchange for further silence. "Don't worry honey..." Meg answered back, obviously holding in tears. "We just have to get through this... one more time..." As if sharing a psychic link, the students made their way to the two prizes, wishing to take advantage of this dream before anything came to disrupt it. Two began groping Meg's full body as her hand fumbled to lock their exit with a shaky hand. The other led Sarah by the hand to the front of the room, rubbing her down without delay. "You don't know how long I've wanted to do this..." the kid rasped, ripping the button-down shirt open from behind. Pressing her small tits up against blackboard, he elicited a surprised cry as the chalky stone hardened her nipples. From the sound of his voice, Sarah knew it was Chris who would soon be enjoying the delights of her body. Not as well off as some of the other boys, he couldn't afford to pay the club's dues, and thus had no idea of it's existence. Not that it mattered now. He was about to get more than any of those guys anyway. Raising a mental shield of past thoughts to deflect the feeling of his solid meat squeezing into her tummy, Sarah was caught by the surreal nature of the situation. Just like in her fantasy before, Meg enthusiastically swiped her hand along the desk, casting everything to the floor. Shimmying out of her panties and flipping the skirt up, she fell back onto the wood and waited for Brian to mount her. Within seconds he was eagerly devouring at his first piece, while his teacher whispered the most dirty things imaginable in his ear. Matt was also getting his fill, running his hands under her shirt while his own tiny cock peeked out of his pants. Bumping and grinding her crotch unconsciously, Sarah realized with grim certainty that their old loves were already forfeit. It would never end now. Regardless of their promise, these boys would tell others, and the Altman family would forever be opening their legs to prevent the truth from coming out. "At least it's not so bad..." she mused silently as an afterthought. Her barely-used vagina was growing red from the attention, already sending the same signals to her brain as her own hand did. "No so bad..." she repeated a little louder, shutting her eyes as the delight built. 4/20/03 - VGSS Please feel free to repost this story. 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