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Date: Sat, 19 Mar 2005 05:10:03 -0500
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Dina and Sherry 3

Dina and Sherry had been driving for several hours,
first on the highway, and now on back roads through
what seemed to be the middle of nowhere.  As the
silver Lexus's gas meter approached empty, they pulled
into the parking lot for a seedy looking motel. 
Luckily the 'o' in 'motel' was still flashing neon
red, or they wouldn't have seen the place at all. 
Sherry shut the headlights off, but kept the car
running.  They were still naked, and the heat had been
engulfing their nude bodies in warmth, so much so that
Dina had hardly noticed her lack of clothes.  She
thought about how she had been naked alot more than
not lately anyways.

They had barely talked during the drive.  Sherry had
cried a lot and Dina tried to comfort her, telling her
that she stabbed her brother in self defense.  It had
only made her cry more.  When they parked the car in
front of the motel's office, Sherry forced herself to
regained her composure.  She turned to Dina.

"Okay listen," she said, a new resolve forming in her
demeanor, "You're going to do as I say from now on. 
We can't go back...there.  For a long time.  Maybe
never."  The gravity of the situation was starting to
sink in to Dina's inexperienced mind.  They weren't
just escaping potential murder charges, they were
escaping their previous lives, reinventing their
identities.

"Maybe he's okay..." Dina ventured.

"It doesn't matter," Sherry interrupted, "We can't go
back, and we need to make some money."

"But how...?"

"For now we need to just get a room, and get some
sleep."

It was dark except for the light coming from the
window near a door with a lighted sign above it that
said, "office."

Sherry opened the car's center console and pulled some
wads of cash that she kept stashed there for
emergencies.  Normally emergencies to Sherry meant
that she forgot her credit card stocked purse at home
when she was shopping at the mall.  It looked like a
lot of money to Dina, but Sherry disagreed.

"This won't last long.  I know how we're going to make
some fast money, but first we need a room.  Go to the
office and get us a room."  Sherry handed Dina some
money.

"But...I'm naked!"

"We need a room Dina, it's your fault that things got
so fucked up, now get us a room!"

"But,"  Dina started to cry, "Don't you have
anything...to wear?"

Sherry reached behind and grabbed a sweatshirt that
was on the floor in the back of the Lexus.  "This is
all I have."  Dina pulled the sweatshirt over her
head.  While sitting, it came to just above her bush. 
 She looked at Sherry balefully.  

"We left in a hurry Dina, we'll worry about getting
new clothes tomorrow.  Now go!"

Dina got out and shut the car door.  Sherry was right.
 It was all her fault that they were in this mess and
she had to start taking responsibility.   Sherry had
saved her life that day, possibly sacrificing her own
brother in the process, even if it was an accident.

Sherry turned on her fog lights.  By their dim light,
she watched Dina walk gingerly to the motel room door,
holding the sweatshirt down over her ass, yet her
crack was still visible.  Watching Dina trying to
cover herself solidified an idea that Sherry had been
formulating during the drive.  'I know exactly how
we're going to make money, and Dina is going to do all
the work,' she thought.

She started thinking about how they had met as
children.  They used to live across from each other,
and had fast become best friends after meeting. 
Dina's family had a pool, and Sherry would come over
to go swimming with Dina.  One June afternoon when
Sherry was eleven and Dina was nine, they were
upstairs in Dina's bedroom changing.  It was the first
time they were going to go swimming that year. As they
got undressed, Sherry was pleasantly surprised to see
that Dina's chest was beginning to develop.  They were
only round bumps but her nipples and areolas were
clearly defined now.  At eleven Sherry chest was only
slightly larger.   When their bottoms came off, Sherry
could see that they both had fresh tufts of pubic
hair.  It seemed as though both girls, although two
years apart, were experiencing puberty simultaneously.

Sherry had always had boys on her mind for as long as
she could remember.  But now she felt an unexpected
longing for another girl.   Dina caught Sherry staring
at her body.  To break the tension Sherry lunged at
Dina, wrestling her down to the floor.  Both girls
giggled and rolled around naked on top of each other. 
 After a few minutes they stopped, sitting the floor
facing each other, their lithe young bodies heaving
gently as they breathed.  Dina's untanned white skin
was randomly marked with harmless red blotches from
all the fooling around.

"Let me see it," Dina said, looking down at Sherry's
closed legs.  Apparently she had been curious about
Sherry's recent hormonal developments as well.  All
the naked physical contact had given Sherry a familiar
feeling of arousal that she had felt only in the last
year or so.  Her pussy was wet, and she felt a surge
of exhibitionism when she spread her legs for Dina's
curious gaze.  "Can I touch it?" Dina asked, and
Sherry nodded, entranced by her friend's willingness
to experiment.

Dina pressed her finger against Sherry's wetness, and
the older girl's body was instantly electrified. 
Having never tried masturbation, she had never felt
anything like  Dina's finger rubbing slowly up and
down her friend's wet slit.  "Stick it in," Sherry
suggested.  The younger girl's face turned red, and
feelings of guilt and wrongness started to fill her,
but she complied.  Sherry seemed to like it when Dina
moved her finger in and out of her tight hole, so she
did it faster, wanting to please Sherry, but not fully
understanding why or how.

Sherry was starting to breath faster which was making
her friend feel increasingly uncomfortable.  She
pulled her wet finger out and for several awkward
seconds both girls stared at each other, unsure of
what had just happened, or what to do next.  Finally
they stood up together.  This time Dina broke the
tension by kissing Sherry on the lips, a kiss that
Sherry would never forget.  Then Dina started putting
on her bathing suit and with a smile, Sherry did the
same.  They went swimming and never talked about the
experience again.  Sherry had figured that she had
found her first love, maybe a girlfriend instead of a
boyfriend, and that maybe the next day or the day
after they would do it again, maybe go further.  But
that day never came, and as the days turned into weeks
and then summer ended, Sherry's disappointment grew
along with her blossoming desire for Dina.  It's as if
the nine year old had completely forgotten about it,
and from that day on always had strict rules about
changing in private around Sherry.  The formative
sexual encounter along with the kiss sparked an
obsessive crush that Sherry would have on Dina for
years.

By the end of the summer Sherry felt completely
dejected, and had fantasized endlessly about her brief
erotic interlude with Dina while masturbating.  Even
though it felt good to finger her young cunt, she
didn't feel as though she was getting the most out of
it.  Years later she realized that what was missing
was an orgasm.  At the time she set out to look for a
solution.  One night in late august she found it.

The crack to her brother's room was open enough to see
inside, but the only light was the soft glow from a
computer monitor screen.  Sherry could barely make out
videos of two women doing something intimate.  They
were naked.  Were they touching each other?  Were they
kissing?  As if that wasn't surprising enough to an
eleven year old girl, when she silently pushed the
door open, she could see that her seventeen year old
brother Stan was moving his arm frantically.  She
realized that he played with himself too.

"What are you watching?"  she said.

He stopped his arm movements and turned around in a
frenzy.  "What the hell are you -" and then he lowered
his voice, as their parents were downstairs, "- doing
in here?" he almost whispered.

"It's okay, I don't mind," Sherry said quickly, and
then she looked down.  From where she was standing she
could make out the shadow of Stan's hard penis, his
hand still gripping it protectively.  "I was curious,
that's all,"  she said in an innocent little sister
way.

Stan relaxed somewhat, and turned around in his seat
to pull up his pants.  Sherry wasn't about to let this
unique opportunity slip away.

"Wait," she whispered dramatically.  "I...I want to
see it."

Stan turned around and Sherry could see by the light
of the monitor screen an unfamiliar twinkle in his
eyes.  He stood up and let his pants drop again.  His
large erect cock formed a silhouette against the
monitor screen.  Sherry was fascinated.  She decided
to copy Dina's initiative.  "Can I touch it?"

He paused, as if considering the consequences of what
he was about to do.  Then he said, "Come here."

Sherry walked over and tentatively put her hand gently
around her older brother's hard penis.  Realizing that
she needed instruction, he proceeded to show her how
to stroke it just right, so it felt good for him.  By
his command, she learned just how to get a man off. 
As he hissed,  "Faster, faster!"  she complied, until
he shot streams of white sperm all over her shirt. 
She ran out, leaving him breathless and in a sexual
daze.

But she only got scared temporarily.  A few days later
she returned, and they met in his room a regular
basis, her stroking his dick until he came.  Then one
day he told her to take her clothes off.  It had never
occurred to her to do this in front of him, and their
parents weren't home, so there was no need for extra
security measures.  She immediately felt like it was
overdue.  In a few seconds she was naked in front of
him, with the lights in his room on.  A look of sexual
longing emerged on his face as his eyes burned holes
in her naked body.  He commanded her to get on the bed
and told her to spread her legs.

What happened next wasn't quite the same as the story
she had carelessly described to Dina about losing her
virginity to her brother.   He shoved his rock hard
cock into his eleven year old sister's wet vagina and
fucked her relentlessly, ignoring her moans in pain. 
Her pussy was wet, but it was tight and not used to
allowing for a man's erect dick.  It went on for
several minutes and then he came inside her, moaning
like he was experiencing an exorcism.

He got up and went into the bathroom to shower the
blood off his cock.  She lay there with a pained
expression on her face, unable to cry.  When she got
up and walked slowly to her bedroom, she realized that
this was the first time she was walking as a woman and
not a little girl.  She never looked back at the
little girl, and carried herself as a fully sexual
woman from that day on.  She also never forgave her
brother for what had happened, and actually became
pregnant.  Luckily her period eventually came, two
weeks late, with a heavier discharge than usual.  None
of this meant that she wanted him dead, however.

Although she never got over it, she did get over the
pain, and after a few months she started fucking her
brother again.  He wasn't any gentler, but she was
more prepared, and he at least pulled out when he
ejaculated.

By that fall, their family moved to a nicer part of
town and into a ridiculously expensive house.  Dina
and Sherry's friendship remained strong, but they
didn't see each other as often, and their
personalities diverged completely.  As the years grew
on and Sherry's body caught up to her womanly mental
state, Dina also blossomed into a beautiful young
brunette with an hourglass figure to die for,
sprouting gargantuan breasts that were the envy and
desire of all who laid eyes on them.  Sherry's
unrequited feelings for Dina grew proportionally with
their fully developed bodies.  Many nights she would
lie awake rubbing her clit, imagining what it would be
like to run her hands along Dina's delicious looking
body, to kiss her soft lips, to feel her kissing in
return.  She imagined inserting her tongue into Dina's
mouth and finally tasting the object of her desire. 
How could Dina have ensnared her heart like that when
they so young and then leave her hanging for so many
years?

That afternoon after she had raped Dina with the
strap-on and then kissed her when the other girls had
left, she walked out of the locker room feeling like
she had finally been with her lover.  When she had
tearfully told Dina that she loved Craig, she was
really saying how much she loved Dina, and how jealous
and betrayed she felt that the girl she was in love
with had sex with someone else.

Sherry's current feelings for Dina were a complex web
of love, hate, lust, and betrayal.  She reflected on
how the younger teen had not just "cheated" on her but
that it had been with Sherry's boyfriend, fucking and
sucking him, and then her own brother.  Dina had no
way of knowing that the masked rapist was Sherry's
brother, but this finer point was buried under
Sherry's overwhelming emotions.  Then Dina had licked
another girl's pussy before ever going down on Sherry.
 'The girl has to suffer,' she thought, 'and I know
just how.'


* * * * * * * * * *


Dina walked into the motel's office, desperately
trying to keep the sweatshirt stretched over her bush
and ass.  She approached the desk where an older man
with grey hair was sitting, watching a small TV. 
Unfortunately the desk was at chair level and afforded
her no modesty.  She cleared her throat.  The man
turned and looked at the tired yet sexy Dina, wearing
only a sweatshirt and pulling it down to cover her
privates.  The girl's mammoth breasts protruded forth
from her chest, perpetually threatening to pull the
sweatshirt back up and reveal her thick bush.  He
smiled as she paid him cash for a room, not
particularly concerned about ID while he gawked at her
toned thighs.  She kept one hand pulling the
sweatshirt south of her bellybutton.  He held out the
key with one hand.  Exasperated, she let go of the
sweatshirt to take the key while her other hand held
the money.  Her tits bobbed up, pulling the sweatshirt
up and revealing her thick bush.  He took the money,
she took the key, and then she ran out of the office
while the gray haired man grinned at her bubbly ass
cheeks.

When the two girls entered their motel room, Sherry
turned to Dina and said, "I know how we can make some
fast money."  Dina sat on the bed, exhausted.

"OK, but I just want to go to bed first."

"Not yet you're not." Sherry dialed a phone number
that was one of many on a piece of paper by the phone.
 She turned away from Dina and whispered into the
phone.  Then she hung up and walked towards the
bathroom.

"When he comes in, you better do as he says,"  Sherry
said sternly.  Then she shut the bathroom door behind
her and Dina heard the shower start.

Before Dina could react, the motel door unlocked, and
the gray haired man walked in, peering around like a
burglar.  Then he saw Dina covering her lower regions
with her hands on the bed, and he smiled and walked
over.  He removed his clothes as Dina tried
pathetically to retreat by curling into a ball in the
upper corner of the bed.

When he was naked he got on the bed and grabbed her
arms.  He wasn't a senior citizen, but he was older
than Dina's dad.  In spite of that, he was
surprisingly virile, and a menacing expression washed
over his face as she struggled in vain.

"You're cash isn't welcome here, girly.  You're
girlfriend said that you would do just fine as payment
and I was inclined to agree."

"No!" Dina screamed.  She had thought her days being
used as a whore were behind her.  But she knew that
they had to save money somehow, and letting this old
man get his jollies was the least she could do for her
friend, considering what she had been through today.

She shut her eyes and spread her legs.   But the old
man had other ideas.  "Take off your shirt and turn
around," he said gruffly.

She slipped off the sweatshirt and revealed her full
nudity.  Then she turned around onto her belly and he
quickly lifted her hips so her ass was up in the air
and exposed.  Then she felt a bony finger go into her
asshole.   Then two.  He spat on her anus for
lubrication. It didn't take long for her to figure out
what was about to happen.  Not since Sherry's blonde
cheerleader friend had shoved a dildo up Dina's ass
had she felt anything go up there. The old man pulled
his fingers out and forced his hard cock painfully
into Dina's anus.  She moaned in pain as he
deliberately thrust in and out.  He reached forward
and squeezed her pendulously swaying breasts, digging
his fingers into her flesh and rolling her nipples
like they were hand rolled cigarettes.  He couldn't
get over how nice her tits were as he harshly fondled
them, and he grunted out an orgasm, spilling sticky
cum deep into the fourteen year old's rectum.

He left and Dina lay there sobbing until Sherry came
out of the bathroom.   Before the freshly raped girl
could complain Sherry explained that they needed Dina
to sell her body in order to make money.  She was too
tired to argue.  Instead she realized that at the very
least she owed Sherry that request, and that she would
try her best to go along with it.  They fell asleep on
the bed together, snuggling their naked bodies
together for warmth.  Pain still lingered in Dina's
ass.  As she drifted off to sleep, she decided that
she needed to get used to that kind of pain, or any
kind of pain that future sexual encounters might
bring.

The next morning bright light streamed in through the
window and Dina awoke.  Sherry had been up for a while
and had just pulled the window blinds to the side. 
She was wearing white sweatpants and a matching
zippered top.  She threw a light blue version of the
same outfit onto the bed.

"Put those on, we have to go," she said simply.

"Where did you get these?"

"I offered a woman sex with you if she would buy us
some clothes.  She was walking by and I was wrapped in
a towel so I stuck my head out the door.  She gave me
the strangest look and returned fifteen minutes later
with these outfits."

Dina didn't dwell on the ease with which Sherry was
willing to pass Dina's body around to strangers and
instead pulled on the blue outfit.  It was tight and
hugged her body but at least she had something to
wear.

"She got us these crappo shoes also."  Dina saw two
pairs of white, nondescript shoes near the door.  They
put them on and walked outside into a bright, yet
rainy, day.

They left the motel and drove further in the direction
opposite of their home town until they hit some form
of civilization.  The back roads and trees gave way to
intersections and large parking lots consisting of
cracked pavement and bad design, slick with water. 
They were suddenly surrounded by depressed commerce. 
Strip malls, little donut shops, steak houses, dollar
stores, WalMart.

Sherry pulled into a parking lot of one of the larger
malls, and they walked through the light rain to an
entrance.

"Where are we going Sherry?"  Dina asked, almost
afraid of the answer.

"I need to get some real clothes, and you need to get
a work outfit."  Dina detected a slight smirk cross
Sherry's face.

Dina followed Sherry around to various designer
clothing stores, most of which had last season's
fashions still on the racks, but they couldn't be
choosy.  The mall was certainly on the ghetto side,
but Sherry was able to match up several creative and
stylish outfits for herself, shelling out hundred
dollar bills without concern for their financial
future on the lam.  Dina wondered just how much money
had been stashed in the car.  If it was more than
enough to waste on clothes and not food, then why was
she required to provide her body as a viable
commodity?  On the other hand, if the last of the cash
was being used up so frivolously, then Dina would have
to partake in more paid sexual encounters than
necessary.  Sherry's lack of judgement had Dina's head
spinning.

Once Sherry was satisfied with her purchases and
wearing one of her comfortable new outfits,  she
pulled Dina quickly to a lingerie store.   They walked
over to rack of frilly teddies.

"If we're going to make any real money, you need to
dress like a real hooker," Sherry said quietly.  As
much as Dina knew that she was going to have sex for
money, the word 'hooker' smacked her upside the head
like a riding crop.

A salesgirl came over and asked if they needed any
help with anything.  She was young, nineteen maybe,
short blonde hair, vacant eyes, bored mouth chewing
gum.

"Yes you can," Sherry said politely, "My girlfriend
here needs a really skimpy, revealing, tight outfit." 
She put extra emphasis on the word tight.  Dina
blushed, but the embarrassment was only beginning.

"Okay," the salesgirl said cautiously, "Well we have
plenty of all that."  She smiled and her gum clicked. 
"Why don't you start here."  And she waved her arm to
a nearby rack of stretch lace tops.

"Thanks," Sherry winked at the salesgirl who smiled
bashfully.

Sherry grabbed a white top and dragged Dina to a
dressing room.  Once in the dressing room Dina removed
her top and put on the stretch lace shirt.  She
examined herself in the mirror.  Not only was it two
sizes too small, but it was see-through.  Dina's
braless tits threatened to spill out from the top or
the bottom of the shirt, but it didn't matter because
her areolas and nipples were clearly visible through
the stretch lace fabric.

"Here," came Sherry's voice, quick and decisive
sounding now, and an arm holding a garment extended
through the privacy curtain that served as a door to
the dressing room.  It was a sheer white silk skirt
that wrapped around her waist and joined on one side
with a simple button.  Although it wasn't as
see-through as the top, Dina's thick bush formed a
subtle triangle under the white fabric.  It was also
several sizes too small and the bottom of the skirt
didn't quite cover her pussy.  Dina pulled it down
slightly, showing more of her hips and the very top of
her ass crack, but compromising by concealing her
pussy and more of her ass cheeks.  She couldn't
believe how much of a hooker she looked like now.  She
didn't want to come out.

Sherry swiped the curtain aside and pulled Dina out
into the store.  There were a few customers wandering
around and they looked over.  The salesgirl chewed her
gum in slow motion as she took in the sight of Dina's
scantily clad appearance.

"Do you have any make-up?"  Sherry asked the
dumbfounded salesgirl.

"Sure," she responded, bubbling.

They took her back into the dressing room and applied
pink lip gloss, dark eye shadow, and mascara.  The
salesgirl was getting into helping Sherry with Dina's
total slut makeover, leaving the small handful of
customers to her coworker.  She was uncomfortably
close to Dina in the unspacious dressing room, and
Dina could feel the girl's small breasts pressing into
her side as she applied make-up.  It seemed as if
several times the girl slid her arm accidentally on
purpose against her protruding breasts, brushing
tantalizingly over hard nipples that were poking
through the mesh shirt.  Sherry stood on the other
side, her hands idly sliding against Dina's inner
thigh, as if she had no other place to put it.  The
dark haired sixteen year old took in Dina's slutty
appearance and it took all her willpower not to ravish
her right there.

When they were done Sherry said, "There's one more
thing.  Shoes."

They followed the salesgirl to the back corner of the
store where there was an assortment of women's shoes
and high heels.  Sherry handed some tall high heels to
the salesgirl, and then picked out some shoes for
herself.  She disappeared from view.  Dina sat, and as
she did, the thin silk skirt rode up, and her bush was
totally exposed as the salesgirl bent down to help
Dina into the high heels.  They had straps that weaved
around her legs so it took some time for the salesgirl
to get them on Dina's feet.  It occurred to the near
naked girl that the skinny blonde salesgirl was
deliberately taking her time, as her eyes were
transfixed on the spot between Dina's legs.

"I need you to turn your ankle in this way," the girl
said curtly, bending Dina's ankle in towards her right
leg.  This pulled her left knee out and forced her to
part her legs in front of the girl's face.  Dina's
face turned crimson as she was sure that the girl
could now see the wetness lining her pussy lips, which
were clearly exposed thanks to the criminally short
skirt.  All the close proximity to the other girl's
bodies while she was half naked in the dressing room
had apparently worked Dina up.  If there was ever a
time she didn't want to be aroused, now was it, but it
seemed as though the more the she tried to fight it,
the more aroused she became.

The salesgirl finished on the left foot and began work
on the right.  She pulled over a little ottoman and
said, "It would be easier to strap these on if your
foot was up on here," and with that she pulled Dina's
right foot up onto the ottoman and pulled herself in
closer between Dina's legs.  She was even further
exposed to the salesgirl, who's cute face was inches
from Dina's dripping cunt.  She could feel her pussy
and anus touching the cushionless vinyl seat.  Dina
tried not to move, fearing that even slight movements
would cause her pussy to drip visibly onto the seat. 
She wondered if the salesgirl could smell her
intoxicating scent.

The girl finished strapping the other foot and then
moved her hands up to Dina's thighs, which only proved
to sexually torment her further.  She didn't want to
make any quick reaction and bring attention to
herself, as having her back to the majority of the
store kept her thinly veiled tits out of sight for
now.

Sherry came back into view.  "You can have her for
fifty," she said softly.

The salesgirl looked up carelessly.  "I only have
fifteen."

Sherry thought about it.  "How about you give us these
shoes?"

The salesgirl shook her head.  "I can't, I'd have to
pay for them myself or my boss will notice the
inventory missing."

"Okay, fifteen... and your make-up kit."

The girl agreed, and stood up.  She stole furtive
glances at her coworker who seemed preoccupied with a
customer, then she pulled money out of her pocket and
handed it to the dark skinned girl.

"Go with her Dina," Sherry commanded, and Dina
followed the skinny blonde into the back room.  She
couldn't believe that she had been sold out for only
fifteen dollars.  She truly felt like a pathetic
whore.  Once alone together in the back room, the
salesgirl became a torrent of pent up sexuality, and
she started jabbing her tongue into Dina's mouth,
breathing and moaning softly and girlishly.   She
massaged Dina's breasts, pulling the mesh fabric back
and forth over her enormous nipples.  Then she pulled
her own much more respectable miniskirt and panties
down and stepped out of them.  She sat down on a
nearby chair and pulled Dina's head between her legs. 
Her breathing became ragged as she had multiple
orgasms against Dina's tongue.  Dina could barely
breath as the girl fucked her face, covering it with
pungent, sweaty girl cum.

She let Dina's head go, and Dina gasped for air.  She
composed herself and left the salesgirl there getting
dressed.  As she walked back out into the store,
trying in vain to wipe her glistening face with her
arm, all eyes were upon her.  From her clearly visible
breasts and stiff nipples, to her barely concealed
pussy dripping down her leg, to her smeared pink lip
stick, she was pure sexual eye candy to anyone with a
pulse.

She walked awkwardly on her high heels with Sherry out
into the mall, where more probing glances and catcalls
resulted.  She was totally humiliated, yet every step
she took caused her slippery thighs to squeeze her
pussy and kept her at the heights of sexual arousal.

When they got outside, it was pouring rain.  They ran
to the Lexus and Dina fell several times, having great
difficulty running with the heels on.  By the time she
got to the car she was soaked, and her mascara was
running.  The silk skirt clung to her skin and her
bush was clearly visible.  She might as well have been
naked again.

Famished, they decided to get some food.  Instead of
pulling into the drive-thru, Sherry parked the car in
front of the entrance to a fast food restaurant.

"Go in and get me a number two with a diet coke, and
whatever you want," she told Dina.  Thinking that
things couldn't possibly get worse, Dina took the
money and entered the restaurant in a trance of
submission.  It was still raining heavy, insuring that
her clothes remained drenched.

She walked up to the counter and felt the eyes of the
cashier and several workers taking in the sight before
them.  She looked like a hooker who had just been
raped without pay and kicked out of a car into the
rain.  It wasn't terribly far from the truth.

She ordered the food timidly and paid, waiting for
what seemed like years as customers filed in and
stared at her nipples and her clearly defined bush
through the wet skirt.  Her ass cheeks were barely
covered in the rear but she just stood frozen, facing
the counter, unable to turn around and look anyone in
the eye.  A crowd of young twenty-something men
huddled behind her, bumping into her and grabbing her
ass.  She heard snickers and lewd comments.  Finally
the cashier handed her a bag of food and two drinks,
and she snatched them into her arms and quickly turned
around, heading for the door.  The young men erupted
into blatant sexual come ons, spanking her ass as she
nervously walked out.

In the car, the two girls stayed in the parking lot
and devoured their much needed lunches as the rain
subsided.  The young men that had ordered after Dina
came out of the restaurant, and much to Dina's
chagrin, Sherry ran out of the car and over to them. 
Dina didn't watch.  She knew what was going on.  'When
is this going to end?' she thought to herself, but she
immediately dismissed the question as stupid and
pointless.  If she was ever going to earn them some
serious money, it was only just beginning, and she
knew that.

A half hour later Sherry had left Dina alone in a new
motel.  They had followed two carloads of seven guys
to the motel, and one of the dudes had paid for the
room as a down payment on Dina.  It didn't just buy
the girls a free place to sleep, it eliminated the
need to show proof of legal age, which they obviously
didn't have.

The men walked in with several twelve packs of
domestic bottles of beer.  Several of them were
pounding away, and one of them forced a beer down
Dina's throat in one fell swoop.  She choked most of
it down as they laughed, while the rest of it spilled
out onto her breasts, which had finally dried from the
rain, but now were fizzing with beer.  Then they fed
her another.  After a repeat performance they pulled
her white stretch lace top off with ease, and another
guy unbuttoned the skirt and ripped it out from
beneath her round butt cheeks.  She was nude in front
of them, her massive breasts bouncing as they all
bumped up against the bed, stripping out of their own
clothes.  They flipped her around like a burger on a
grill and turned her body perpendicular to the bed.

One guy stood in front of her, waving his pecker
against her face, smacking her nose with it.  Another
guy got on the queen sized bed behind her and slowly
pushed his manhood into her wet pussy.  He even
commented on it by telling the others how wet her cunt
was.  Her face flushed red, but there was no doubt
that today's enormous buildup of sexual tension, along
with getting her face fucked by that skinny salesgirl,
had her body worked up to a sexual frenzy.  Now she
was surrounded by toned young male bodies and arrogant
hard pricks.  She swallowed dick as she got fucked
from behind, and she did her best to please everybody.
 She started coming as the first guy came inside her
mouth without lasting any respectable amount of time. 
The next guy engulfed her mouth with his dick while
she was still experiencing an explosive orgasm from
getting fucked.  She was forced to swallow the first
guy's cum as she pushed her tongue up against the
underside of the second guy's penis.

They fucked her for hours, taking turns in her various
holes, screwing her asshole as much as any other hole.
 They wouldn't have stopped if Sherry hadn't come in,
but by this time they had all gotten their rocks off
more than once, anyways.  They dressed and after a
brief and unsuccessful negotiation to get into
Sherry's pants, they paid her and left.  Dina was sore
all over, but the soreness was alleviated by the
afterglow of several loud, moaning orgasms that only
could have resulted in getting fucked every which way
at once; orgasms that she was sure cemented her status
as a total whore.  'Only a whore would enjoy that,'
she thought, totally ashamed with herself.

Sherry helped Dina get cleaned up, and put the hooker
outfit along with the make-up kit in the corner of the
room.  They pulled off the top comforter of the bed,
which was covered in semen, and stuffed it in another
corner.  Dina took a shower and came out to find
Sherry lying naked on the bed, where Dina joined her.

The two girls cuddled.  "We made eight hundred,"
Sherry said proudly, "And good thing too, cause we
were just about out of cash."  

Dina felt anger.  She sat up and faced Sherry. "Well
you wasted all that money on stupid clothes...and
shoes!"

Sherry slapped the defiant girl's face, and Dina
looked down in shame.  "Don't you talk to me that
way!"  Sherry said, "I'm used to a certain lifestyle
that I am NOT about to give up."  She looked at the
new clothes strewn about the floor. "These are not
even NICE clothes Dina, don't you know what this is
doing to me?  To my sense of style?"  Sherry expelled
air incredulously.

Dina was starting to see Sherry in a new light.  She
had never seen her friend act this pretentious outside
of the school's oppressive social mask.  But she
realized that Sherry was probably just venting; that
she was dealing with a collage of volcanic emotions
involving guilt, jealousy, fear, sadness,
and...something else?  As usual she was covering it up
with shock factor.

"I'm sorry Sherry, I'm so sorry, please forgive me,"
Dina said, hugging Sherry close and kissing her face
and neck.   Sherry's face softened and she kissed Dina
back.  

"I'm just... I'm scared Dina," she said, her eyes
tearing up.

"I know, I know, I'm sorry."

"I'm scared, and I...I love you."  Over the last few
days Dina had recognized that Sherry had feelings for
her, but she had no idea it was to this extent.  She
had thought that her friend had mostly sexual feelings
for her, maybe a little bit of an innocent crush, but
not love.  "I've always loved you," she continued.

"For how long?"

"Since before we moved."  'When she was eleven,' Dina
thought, 'and I was nine.'  She knew exactly what had
sparked the infatuation, but she had always put the
prepubescent sexual episode out of her mind.

"I love you Dina, and that's why you have to listen to
me.  You have to just trust me and do what I say."

"Okay, okay.  Of course I will Sherry.  Anything." 
Dina felt pent up emotions of her own bubbling to the
surface, but she kept them at bay and held on tight to
her lover.

They fell asleep.

Late afternoon light crept through the blinds, and
then gradually drained out of the overcast sky.

They continued sleeping into the night as two police
cruisers crawled silently into the motel parking lot.

End of Part 3

By Master Z
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