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Subject: {ASSM} "Suburban Girl" Part One (M/f, F/f, coercion, mast)
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Author's Note: This story is heavily inspired my personal favorite
UseNet story of all time, "Farm Girl" by Dark Dreamer. It's not a
retelling of that awesome tale, nor is it a sequel or anything like
that. Rather it's sort of a re-imagining of Dark Dreamer's classic
character, Becky, as told in my own words. I hope no one is going to
consider this plagiarism. I have loved "Farm Girl" for more than a
decade now, having first read it when I was a shy 13-year-old girl who
knew little about erotica but became instantly hooked. I hope that
this story serves as a tribute to Dark Dreamer's work.

Synopsis: In the suburbs of Cleveland, OH a young girl discovers that
masturbation is a sin. But when she breaks a promise to God to stop
her immoral actions she begins to see the Bible's list of sexual
restrictions as her most basic and carnal desires. Because for this 13-
year-old suburban girl, sin and wanton sexual desire go hand in hand
as she struggles to endure a body built for sex, abuse, and constant
orgasm. Inspired by the classic UseNet story "Farm Girl" by Dark
Dreamer.

Blah-Blah: If you like this story please let me know by e-mail! You
can also reach me at my website, www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Forbidden_Fantasies/www/

Notice: All accounts, descriptions, locations, people, places, and
events are the work of fiction and are the product of the author's
imagination. The following story contains explicit sexual content.

Suburban Girl
by PunkyGirl04

Part One
*******

I started masturbating when I was 10-years-old. Early bloomer, I know,
but what can I say? My hormones had to be doing something as I crept
forward into puberty. They sure weren't doing much else. Unlike other
girls my age I hadn't shot up at all in height. In fact, my body
hadn't changed at all. But my mind was working differently, that's for
sure. And one day, well, I just found myself taking a lot of time in
the shower down there. You know, between my legs? It took a few
sessions but eventually I had something of an orgasm. After that I was
hooked. I enjoyed myself like that on an almost daily basis for a very
long time. But then, during the first semester of my 7th grade year at
St. Mary the Immaculate (a Catholic Middle School in suburban
Cleveland), I found out that masturbation was a sin.

Talk about a slap in the face. I was 12-years-old now and masturbating
had become an entrenched part of my daily routine. Now I was being
told that if I continued to do it I'd spend an eternity in Hell. I
took that kind of possibility seriously in those days. I resolved not
to ever masturbate again. That promise to myself-- and to God, I
should probably mention-- was broken about six months later. At least
it felt like six months. Every day I wanted to touch myself like that,
to tickle my slit as I showered until I was crying out with pleasure.
It got so bad that on some days I avoided showering altogether. But I
was a girlish girl and I wanted to look pretty, so those days were
rare. I tried cold showers too, but they just made me hotter. I tried
quick ones, but it was impossible to be quick with the long golden
hair I had. The temptation to touch myself was always there and there
was no way I'd be able to resist it forever.

The streak of abstinence was finally broken after my dad gave me the
spanking of a lifetime for calling one of my older brothers a faggot.
If I had insulted Jason in any other way my dad would probably have
only smacked me across the face. But to accuse one of his sons of
being gay was the gravest of sins in his eyes. I was smart enough to
know that, but the big dumb jerk had called me a runt! We were arguing
and he'd decided to go there, to make fun of the fact that my body
still hadn't developed and that I was still a bony, skinny little
shrimp. Combined with the pressures of school, friends, and my
inability to pleasure myself, I blew up. And our dad had heard the
insult from all the way downstairs. Jason had simply grinned at me
when we both heard our father's massive footsteps ascending the
stairway. He knew what was coming and so did I.

During the spanking that ensued I endured a myriad of insults. My dad
was never a kind man and he had little respect for the opposite sex.
He called me a bitch, he called me worthless, he told me he wished I'd
never been born. His words hurt, just like they always did, but they
paled in comparison to the pain of his brutalizing blows. I whimpered
and cried as I lay across his lap while his callused hand beat down on
my soft, boyish butt. He'd hiked up the skirt I was wearing, part of
my school uniform, so that only a thin pair of white cotton panties
protected my fresh little behind. I cried and cried at first until I
felt his hard-on beneath my belly-button. I could feel it poking into
me through his jeans, and for some reason that shut me up. The pain
was still intense, his insults were still ringing in my ears, but
somehow knowing that he was getting hard was exciting me. For a few
moments only the loud smacking sounds of his hand and the vile words
from his mouth filled the air as I remained silent. Unconsciously I
began to grind my belly down on my father's hard-on, wondering if he
knew that I knew it was there, wondering why it was exciting me so
much. Finally he lifted me off his lap and tossed me onto my bed. My
heart was beating hard in my flat chest as tears dried upon my face.
He left me like that, wondering.

For the first time ever I masturbated outside of the shower. I
pleasured myself in my own bed, albeit under the covers. In the back
of my head I knew it was strange that I should break a period of
abstinence like this, after my own father had spanked me and my butt
stung with pain. But masturbate I did, for the first time in a long
time. I remember pushing aside my panties and slipping my fingers
along my wet slit, cringing from my bruised up butt as I lay back with
my legs spreading wide. My brain was legitimately horny for the first
time ever and my 12-year-old mind was having a hard time processing it
all. I rubbed at my little pink clit with abandon as strange thoughts
and feelings filled my head. For the first time I found myself
thinking about sex while I pushed my fingers along the folds of my
hairless labia. I'd never thought about anything while masturbating
before. It'd always just been something pleasurable that I did to
myself in the shower. Now, though, I found myself thinking of men
kissing women, men touching women. It was so strange. The orgasm I got
was almost more than I could take.

After that nothing could stop me from making masturbation a part of my
daily routine again. At Sunday confession the Father DeGrazia told me
I had to do a dozen Hail Mary's for each time I'd done it, but I
didn't even bother. How could something that felt so good possibly
send me to Hell? It was the first time I ever seriously questioned my
faith. It wouldn't be the last.

School ended for the year a month or so after that. In the large
suburban neighborhood we lived in I spent most of my summer days
riding bikes with friends and hanging out at their pools. I had
started a major growth spurt at the end of the 7th grade, finally, so
I was also spending a lot of time at the mall buying new outfits and
things. I was having to buy a lot of stuff I'd never needed before,
things like bras and deodorant and tampons. My body was really making
up for lost time. It was as though it had suddenly realized I was
close to being a teenager and that it had better get itself ready. I
mean, one morning my pussy had been as bald as a newborn baby just
like always, and I swear to God that when I changed into my pajamas
that night it had an actual golden patch of peach fuzz instead. And my
breasts, well, they were no disappointment either. They were growing
on an almost daily basis, or so it seemed to me. At times it was
scary, having my body change so rapidly. With no mom to help me
through it I had to rely on my friends, but soon their pity and
helpfulness turned to jealousy and resentment. I wasn't only catching
up with them, I was out-pacing them. By the time summer neared its end
I was having to wear b-cup bras and even those were feeling snug. I
had gone from the flattest girl in my group of friends to being the
best endowed. My so-called friends noticed, and they sure didn't like
it.

Guys were beginning to notice me, too, only they did like what they
saw. And not just boys either. Men, grown-up men, were starting to
check me out at the mall, during my bike rides-- hell, even at home.
And why shouldn't they? I was no longer a cute little girl with a
boyish body. I was sexy now! I'd grown three inches in height, so that
while I was still pretty short at least I stood over five feet for the
first time in my life. My breasts were more than a handful, very firm
and perky, and when I wore one of my new push-up bras they almost
seemed too large for my small frame. I was skinny, too, but instead of
being straight and bony it was curvy and soft. Plus I still had my
large, innocent blue eyes along with my pretty lips, tiny snub nose,
and long golden hair. I was a real knock-out, I told myself, and I
wasn't wrong. Sure I had a long way to go before I'd be considered a
beautiful woman but being a sexy tween/teenager wasn't bad, either. I
was enjoying the new attention I was getting, that's for sure. I even
dressed to display my new features, wearing tight tops and short
shorts, though I didn't dare dress too provocatively since my dad
would have had a fit. As summer wound down I was loathe to go back to
wearing the drab school uniforms that were required there. I wanted to
show off my new body wherever I went, even if there wasn't anyone to
show it off to at the all girls' school.

I was still masturbating on a daily basis, usually at night but
sometimes in the morning, too. I had to be careful when I did it since
my brothers never bothered to knock before entering my bedroom. I also
had to force myself to be quiet while rubbing myself for the same
reason. It really sucked. What sucked even worse was the fact that I
had no material to masturbate to. I didn't have any access to porn and
my dad wouldn't even let me rent R-rated movies. Oh sure, he let my
brothers watch the latest R-rated blockbusters, but I was just a girl.
Things like blood and foul language might warp my fragile mind.

I suspected that my brothers had porn in their bedrooms, but they were
allowed to have locks on their doors so sneaking in to find out was
impossible. There was the computer, too, but it was located in the
family room so I had no privacy there. It was infuriating as hell.
Here I had this freshly pubescent body, these raging hormones, and
this addiction to masturbation, but there was no way for me to satisfy
my intense curiosity about all things sex! I was still very naive
about the subject and all I wanted to do was learn more about it. It
wasn't like I was trying to hook up with real-life boys the way some
curious girls did. I was much too scared and indoctrinated by the
church to do that. I just wanted material to get off on but it didn't
seem likely that I'd get access to it anytime soon.

My birthday that year fell on the last Friday of summer vacation. That
morning, as I prepared breakfast for everyone, my dad announced that
he would be bringing my brothers with him on a fishing trip to Lake
Erie for the weekend. I wasn't invited. That was fine with me. It
would give me free reign of the house, I thought, and perhaps I'd be
able to figure out a way to sneak into one of my brother's bedrooms. I
spent that day sunbathing with my friends, feeling like an outsider as
I soaked in the sun wearing a brand new bikini that left little to the
imagination. My recently sculpted legs, hips, and breasts were on full
display as I soaked in the sun, along with my tight, round butt. My
friends gave me the cold shoulder all afternoon, and it was no wonder.
The girl who was hosting the gathering, Jody, had two extremely
handsome older brothers and both of them were flirting with me
exclusively. I flirted back in my awkward and girlish way, and that
just made my friends even more resentful. Only Melissa, who was way
too shy to be mean, spent any time talking to me. It was obvious now
that she would probably be my only friend when I entered the 8th grade
the following Tuesday.

That evening back at home my dad gave me a list of rules I had to
follow while I was alone. I'd never been home alone before for such a
long period, and he wasn't taking any chances that I'd forget his
stupid rules. I was allowed to go out during the day, but I had to be
home no later than seven at night. I could hang out with friends, but
I couldn't have anyone over. And, of course, I had to do all my usual
chores: clean the bathrooms, the kitchen, and walk the dogs. That last
one annoyed me the most. Whereas so many of my friends had pools in
their backyards, I had an honest-to-God kennel. A kennel in the middle
of the suburbs. It was stupid, but my dad loved his four dumb mastiffs
even more than me, it seemed. He would have let them all stay in the
house but they were too big and clumsy. He only ever allowed one of
them in the house at a time to prevent them from trashing the place.
Usually walking them was the one chore he did himself or, failing
that, had one of my brothers do since I was, of course, only a girl.
But he was only bringing one of them to the lake, so the task of
walking the rest fell to me. Cleaning the kennel was something I was
used to, and that chore was also on the list.

He made sure I'd read the whole stupid list before giving me the usual
threats for what would happen to me if I broke any of the rules. Then
he gave me one of his credit cards and his video-rental card, along
with the phone number of a neighbor of ours from across the street,
Mrs. Sanford.

"If there's some kinda emergency, call her," he explained. "I called
to let her know you'll be alone so she'll be checking in on ya. I also
called up to Blue Moon and told them you could rent a few DVDs for the
weekend. Nothing R-rated, and you'd best have them returned before I
get home Monday or it'll be your ass, got it?"

I nodded meekly, not saying a word. With my dad it was always safest
to just be quiet and obedient. He didn't say anything about my
birthday before he returned to packing up for his trip. He didn't even
give me a present. In his mind the video rentals were probably present
enough. My brothers, on the other hand, not only wished me a happy
birthday but also gave me their traditional gift after cornering me in
my bedroom a few minutes before they were supposed to leave.

"Please, no, not this year, no!" I begged as Jason and Ron grabbed me
and threw me down onto my bed. They were laughing cruelly as they held
me down, Jason pinning my arms and Ron my legs. Then Tyler, my oldest
brother, grinned evilly and started to give me the gift my brothers
liked to call "The Tickle Torture".

"Happy birthday, Becky!" he hissed in my ear. With that he began
tickling me, starting at my rib cage and then pulling up my shirt
enough so that he could get to my flat tummy. I kicked as best I could
and cried out in protest, but soon I was squealing with laughter. My
brothers had been doing this to me on my birthday for as long as I
could remember, and I always dreaded it. Yet I always ended up
laughing hysterically just the same. It took Tyler only a few seconds
to get me so that I was laughing so hard I could barely breathe. After
he finished he grabbed my arms and Jason took his place. He didn't
think my shirt had been pulled up far enough so he tugged it up even
higher until I thought he was going to expose my breasts. Then he
tickled me too as I cried for him to stop between fits of laughter and
unwanted giggles. Ron, my youngest older brother, went last. I writhed
around helplessly as he went to work like the other two had. It was
only with him that I noticed his hands occasionally brushing against
the bottoms of my covered breasts. At the time I was naive enough to
think it was just accidental.

When they finished I was beat red from laughing and completely out of
breath. They each said their farewells and I laid in bed catching my
breath for awhile until I heard my dad's SUV pulling away from the
house.

I was alone now. The thought made me shiver with delight. Suddenly I
realized I was feeling extremely horny, something that was a bit of a
surprise. I felt down between my legs and was shocked to realize I was
soaking wet. The thought never occurred to me that what my brothers
had just done might be the cause of it, but the reason didn't matter
anyway. I loved feeling like this, especially when I could do
something about it. I whetted my lips and smiled to myself as I got
out of bed and practically tore my clothing off. I didn't have to do
it under the covers for once. I was alone! I jumped back onto my bed
with a laugh and quickly began to slide my finger up the wet folds of
my labia, shuddering as I made contact with my clitty.

Normally that's about all I did when I masturbated. I never actually
penetrated myself with my fingers, at least not deeply. Doing so, I
thought, was too close to actual sex, and actually having sex outside
of marriage was definitely a sin that could land you in Hell. But in
the frame of mind I was in that didn't seem to matter. I wanted to
feel my insides, I wanted to experience what it was like to be
penetrated. As I stifled my moans of delight I squirmed my naked, just-
turned-teenage body over my covers and spread my legs wide apart. And
then, without a coherent thought in my head, I slid my middle finger
into my virgin pussy-hole. The sensation made me bite my tongue to
keep from screaming out loud in delight.

Suddenly I remembered that I didn't have to be silent, though. Who was
there to hear? As I squirmed my finger deeper inside my body I let out
a long, low moan of wanton pleasure. The sound of my own voice was a
real turn on for some reason. It wasn't my normally small, soft,
girlish voice. It was more the sultry sound of a groan woman, one that
I only barely recognized. The feeling of my finger pressing deep into
my vagina was sending shock-waves all across my tiny body, and I found
myself squeezing one of my large breasts with my free hand, desperate
to give my electrified body every bit of pleasure I could. That was
also something new. Back when I used to do it in the shower I had no
breasts to squeeze, and since growing them I had always made sure to
keep my pajama top on in bed in case I got interrupted. I closed my
eyes and moaned even more loudly as I played with my breast with one
hand, my finger squirming away inside my hole with the other. I found
that playing with the small, pink nipple that capped my breast really
got me going. I was crying out and panting in desire, thrusting my
hips forward in time with my pummeling finger as I twisted my hardened
little nipple. It barely registered when I broke through my
maidenhead, though I'm sure I did during that session since I found a
small trickle of blood on my sheets afterward. Part of me regretted
losing my hymen like that, but the orgasm I experienced more than made
up for popping my cherry.

It was an intense orgasm to say the least. I felt both disoriented and
giddy, exhausted and charged up, after it was over. But I still felt
that I wanted more. As I recovered from fingering myself for the first
time I almost started doing so again. But then I saw the time on my
alarm clock out of the corner of my eye and realized I'd better get
going. After all, my dad and brothers wouldn't be back until Monday
afternoon. I'd have plenty of time to finger myself some more later.

I crawled out of bed and quickly got dressed. It was ten after six and
I wanted to rent a movie for the night, but I had to hurry. Knowing my
dad he'd be calling the house at 7:01 just to make sure I was obeying
his stupid rules. My hair was a total mess but I quickly brushed it
out and pulled it back in a simple ponytail with a scrunchy, then ran
downstairs to the kitchen. After grabbing my purse and pulling on my
sneakers I was out the door and on my bike. I rode it furiously in the
direction of Blue Moon Video, my mind still charged up from the
incredible orgasm I'd just had. As I passed by a neighbor watering his
lawn, I noticed him turn his head to watch me ride by. I smiled to
myself, certain beyond a doubt that he'd love to put his penis where
my finger had just been. But no, no, that wasn't going to happen. I
couldn't let myself think like that. Pressing a finger into my little
hole was one thing, but having sex with a man was entirely different.
Having sex could mean pregnancy or disease in addition to an eternity
in Hell. I wouldn't be able to do that until I was married.

As I neared the video store about twenty minutes later, though, an
idea was taking shape in my hormone-addled brain. If I couldn't have
honest-to-God sex with a man, couldn't I at least simulate it? With
something bigger than my own finger, I mean. Something closer to the
size of a real penis. I wasn't sure what size penises normally were,
but I could still remember feeling the outline of my father's hard one
when he'd spanked me a few months before. It had felt massive. The
thought of pressing something that large into my tiny body was getting
me incredibly worked up. I shook the thought away as I finally reached
the store, though. I was just being silly, I told myself. There was no
way women used objects to pleasure themselves. It was just too weird
to imagine.

I caught more people checking me out as I entered the small video
store and that made me feel bubbly and sexy. I practically skipped
around the store in my short denim shorts, trying to catch men and
boys sneaking peaks at my delectable young butt and chest. I wasn't
exactly in a good frame of mind to be selecting movies for a Friday
night, but I did my best. At the back of the store I stopped and
stared forlornly at the entrance to the "Adults Only" section. So
close and yet so far.

By the time I'd finally selected a couple of teeny-bopper comedies to
watch, the store had mostly emptied. Only the big, overweight middle-
aged guy who owned the place was still there, helping a customer in
front of me in line. He recognized me as I stepped to the counter, and
smiled.

"Why if it isn't Becky Sullivan," he said with a grin. "Your dad said
you'd more than like be up here this weekend. What's the, ahh, big
occasion?"

"It's my birthday and I'm all alone," I said with my prettiest smile.
The store owner wasn't handsome in the least, what with his greased
back hair  and receding hairline, his slumped and beefy shoulders, and
his constantly leering gray eyes. But he was a man and I'd found that
I liked flirting with men of all kinds. I was a total amateur at it
and it was fun to practice, especially when they were blatantly
checking you out. "My daddy thought a couple of movies would keep me
company."

"Just, ahh, so long as they're rated PG-13 or under, though," he said
with a wink. "Well happy birthday anyway, little one. Let's, ahh, see
what you got."

I giggled and handed him the video cases. He took them and made
comments about my selections as he turned around to go through some
drawers to get the actual DVDs. After he placed them in their cases I
gave him my dad's rental card and credit card. After the transaction
cleared I gave him a little wave and a smile and said goodbye. I could
feel his eyes locked onto my butt as I walked out of the store.

I had to really bust my butt to get home in time but I managed to make
it. And sure enough, it was only ten after seven when my dad called.
He barely said a word and then hung up on me. Jerk, I thought to
myself. He was probably hoping I wouldn't be there just so he could
ground me.

The panicked bike ride home along with sudden hunger sort of killed
the hormonal high I'd been on when I left. I made myself a salad and
some grilled chicken and ate dinner, feeling sort of lonely at the big
kitchen table all by myself. Outside the sun was beginning to set as
it neared eight o' clock and I decided to change into my pajamas, pop
some popcorn, and watch one of my movies.

When the DVD started I was munching on some popcorn when I nearly
choked. The main menu to the movie had popped up, and this definitely
wasn't the PG-13 teen comedy I'd rented at the store. In big, bold
letters across the screen were the words, "Horny Hungry Angels 4", and
the image of a naked woman with her hands between her legs was posing
next to the menu options.

I stared at the frozen picture for a long moment, my mouth full of
half-chewed popcorn. What the heck was this? I jumped out of my seat,
pounded over to the DVD player, and ejected the disc. It was a blank
pink disc with nothing on it to indicate what movie it was supposed to
be. I placed it back into the machine with trembling fingers and
stared up at the large TV screen as it loaded. I was on my knees in
front of the set when once again it glared to life, the same image of
the woman there along with the same title.

"A porno," I whispered out loud, in awe. Suddenly my horniness from
earlier was back in full force. The guy at the video store must have
made a mistake! Or had he? It occurred to me that he could have done
this intentionally, getting some cheap thrill out of the idea of a 13-
year-old girl watching an adult movie. But no, that couldn't be. He
could get in major trouble if anyone found out about this, right? It
had to be a mistake, I told myself. But wow, what a great mistake!
Adrenalene began pumping through my veins as I realized that I would
finally get a chance to see an adult movie, something forbidden,
something wrong. It gave me a huge, naughty thrill that made me smile.
Happy birthday to me!

I went quickly to the window that overlooked our backyard and closed
the drapes. My heart was racing with anticipation when I got back to
the sofa and grabbed the DVD remote. The movie's menu had several
options but the only one I cared about was the top one that said
"play". I selected it, hit enter, and giggled out loud when a woman's
voice moaned in response. The screen faded to black and suddenly some
opening credits were playing against a black background along with
some raunchy, heavy music.

The movie wasted no time getting to the action. The opening scene
showed a beautiful woman in her mid-20's, dressed only in bra and
panties, doing some dishes at a kitchen sink. The camera zoomed in to
show off her butt and breasts as she worked, and it occurred to me how
unusual it was to be doing dishes wearing only a lacy red bra and
matching g-string, but I didn't care. After the camera finished
examining the woman's every feature it panned away to reveal a bare
chested hunk wearing a pair of grimy looking jeans and work boots. He
was admiring the woman, who didn't seem to notice him at first. When
she did it what was with obviously feigned surprise.

"Are you the plumber?" the supposedly startled woman asked. "You were
supposed to get her at five!"

"I wanted to do my plumbing early," the man said in response. Then,
unbelievably, he crossed over the short distance to the woman and
grabbed her. The soundtrack blared to life again as he reached out for
her and pulled her to him. She didn't resist at all: in fact, she
seemed to want him to do it. Was he really supposed to be a stranger?
After kissing her long and hard on the mouth she dropped to her knees
in front of him and unzipped his jeans. A massively large and
impossibly hard penis popped out of it. I gasped at the sight of it.
It was the first hard penis I'd ever seen outside of a school text-
book.

"I love your cock," the woman said to the man as she gripped it in her
hand and roughly stroked it.

"Suck it, bitch," he replied.

I gasped again in genuine shock. Not only at his words (why would he
call her a bitch?) but at her actions. She was taking his thing into
her mouth! I'd never heard of a blow-job before but I realized that
this must be what oral sex was. All we'd been told about it in sex-ed
class was that it, too, was a sin. I could care less about sins right
now, though. My panties were soaking wet and my light pink flannel
PJ's were begging to come off. With my large blue eyes glued to the
action onscreen I hastily untied the string that held them up and then
kicked off my bottoms without a thought.

What I watched after that was the most electrifying, intense,
disgusting, and wonderful thing I'd ever seen before. The woman gave
the man a blow-job, deep throating it until she gagged, for nearly
five whole minutes. Then he pulled her roughly to her feet and made
her lean against the kitchen counter and spread her legs. The camera
zoomed in to show his massive cock probing at her pussy from behind as
she grunted for him to fuck her and, before too long, he did. In a
close up shot I watched in awe as the swollen purple head of his dick
popped into her glistening slit. I'd never imagined that a porno movie
could be so graphic! It wasn't what I'd hoped for at all. No. It was
much more than I could have hoped for. The penis slid slowly into the
woman, who moaned loudly in response and the hairs on the back of my
neck stood on end. As the man pounded the grunting woman from behind I
found myself sliding my finger into my own cunt. It didn't take much
to make me cum, but the orgasm wasn't nearly enough to sate the new
found desire burning inside me. I leaned back into the couch and
spread my legs wider, not caring that I was dripping my juices onto
the family sofa, not caring that I was being loud as I slid two
fingers into my hole. The feeling of them squeezing their way inside
my tight pussy was making me cry with pleasure. I was just beginning
to unbutton my top with my free hand, desperate to be completely naked
now, when suddenly the man pulled his cock out of her and the woman
got back on her knees in front of him. For a moment I thought she was
going to suck on his thing again, but instead she just smiled and told
him to cum on her face, to cum now, that she wanted to taste it.
Before I could figure out what "it" was, the man's cock spewed forth a
gooey white substance all over the woman's pretty face. I gasped in
surprise. Semen? Why would he cover her face with his own semen? The
scene ended with the woman smiling, her face glazed with the man's
goo. She, at least, seemed to enjoy it. And though it made no sense to
me, even that disgusting display intensified my burning desire to cum
again.

It didn't take long for me to get my wish. I was still panting from my
third orgasm of the day when the next scene started. I realized then
that there must not be any kind of story: the movie was just one sex
scene after another. That was fine by me. This scene began with a
different woman, already naked and even more attractive than the last.
She had long brown hair streaked with golden highlights, and her body
was perfect in every way. Suddenly mine didn't seem quite so developed
after all. This was a full grown woman, not some barely pubescent
girl. She smiling at the camera from a small white love-seat and her
eyes seemed to twinkle as she did. She told the camera her name and
said that she loved to fuck herself. That certainly got my attention.
My fingers were still gently sawing in and out of my hole as I
wondered what she meant by that. I got my answer when she reached off
screen for a long, phallic shaped device, as large if not larger than
the penis from the first scene. My eyes widened as she spread her legs
to reveal her pussy-- which was hairless, I noticed-- and place the
strange device against her glistening pink hole.

I was so enthralled with what I saw next that I stopped fingering
myself. I stared in wonder as the woman forced the large object into
herself. It was making a loud buzzing sound as inch after inch of it
disappeared into her perfect body. I was dumbstruck. Only a couple of
hours ago the idea of using an object to simulate sex had occurred to
me, but it had seemed so far-fetched I'd dismissed it as silly and
stupid. Turns out it wasn't just some fanciful idea from a hormone-
addled teenage brain, though. The proof was on screen right now. Here
was a woman fucking herself with an inanimate object.

Suddenly I pulled my fingers out of my dripping slit and paused the
movie. I had to try it out for myself now. I stood up quickly and felt
dizzy for a moment. After steadying myself I began to wander around
the room, naked from the waist down, walking aimlessly as if the
object I desired would magically appear so long as I was pacing. After
a moment or two I giggled out loud and smiled. I knew exactly what
would work. Heck, I'd eaten one in my salad less than an hour ago.

We had three cucumbers left in the fridge, and all were massive in
size. I wondered briefly if they might be too big, but my utter
horniness overruled my doubt. I grabbed the freshest, firmest of the
hard vegetables and slammed the fridge door shut. Just as I did the
doorbell rang.

I froze in fear. Who could it possibly be? One of my friends? No, I
wasn't the only one with a curfew and it was already dark outside.
Then who?

The doorbell rang again before I snapped out of my panic induced pose.
"Just a minute!" I cried out fearfully. I took an uncertain step in
the direction of the family room when the doorbell began to ring over
and over angrily. Spinning on my heels, and with my heart pounding in
fear, I found myself striding toward the front door quickly. Peeking
out the front door I saw an impatient young woman standing on my porch
waiting in obvious annoyance. I sighed in relief when I saw her. She
was Mrs. Sanford's daughter, the neighbor from across the street my
dad had said might be checking in on me.

I was naked from the waist down and my flannel pajama top was halfway
open. To hide my nakedness I put myself behind the door, opened it
just a crack, and greeted the young woman with a smile. She would only
be able to see my face and there was no reason I shouldn't be able to
get rid of her quickly. It wasn't until after I said hi, though, that
I realized she could also see my left hand.

Which was still clutching the large cucumber.

She seemed bored and annoyed as she said, "Yeah, my mom told your dad
she'd check in on you but she's too damned lazy to do it herself. You
seem alive and well to me, though, so I'll just be..." Just then her
eyes locked onto the green vegetable clutched in my left hand. I was
squeezing it hard with a guilty conscience. Could she know? My eyes
were wide with fear as I stared at her. She was looking at the
cucumber suspiciously, and then seemed to recognize the fear in my
eyes. With a cocky little grin she said, "What are you doing with
that? Why are you hiding behind the door?"

I started to stammer out the words "salad" and "no" but couldn't
marshal the strength to as she pushed open the door. With a shriek I
turned quickly and ran up the stairs. She no doubt got a full view of
my naked ass and pussy before I disappeared around the corner and went
into my bedroom.

I was mortified. Why hadn't I taken the time to pull on my PJ's before
answering the door? I threw myself into my bed and began to cry in
embarrassment and fear. If the girl I now remembered as Amy Sanford
told her mom about what she'd seen my dad would definitely find out.
Mrs. Sanford was the biggest gossip in the subdivision, everyone knew.
It's probably why he had chosen her to keep tabs on me. How could I
have been so reckless, to go and act like I was completely alone and
safe from prying eyes? My dad had even warned me she might come over
and yet I'd gone to the kitchen half naked, had answered the door with
that damned cucumber in my hand! How foolish I had been. The
horniness, the orgasms, they had all clouded my brain. After sobbing
for a good five minutes I made a solemn promise to God that if He
could somehow get me out of this mess I'd never be so stupid again.

It was only after making this silent little prayer that I realized I
could hear moaning from downstairs. The movie was playing. I groaned
in despair. Amy must have started it again. It made me angry that she
would come waltzing into my home without being invited, but then I
realized I had no one to complain to. If she told my dad that she'd
discovered me watching a porno he certainly wouldn't care that she'd
come in uninvited. I had to make sure she didn't tell him, but how?
Conjuring up all the courage I could, I pulled on another pair of
pajama bottoms, buttoned up my top, and went quickly downstairs.

Sure enough Amy was sitting there on the couch watching the movie. She
was sort of strange looking, the way she dressed and did her hair. She
wore mostly black clothing, a fishnet top with only a small black
halter beneath it to cover her boobs, and worn black denim jeans with
holes torn in at her thighs and knees. She also wore combat boots and
was accessorized with studded leather wrist bands, a dog collar around
her throat, and multiple piercings. She'd always stood out in our
otherwise drab and conformist neighborhood. Her hair was dyed a dark
neon pink and it was short and spiky, too. She had that Goth-punk
look, I guess, and I had always found her sort of scary and weird. But
she wasn't ugly in the least: her body was fit and firm with nice big
tits and a round tight ass. She was about 20-years-old now, I thought,
though I couldn't be sure. All I knew was that she went to college at
Ohio State and was always gone in the fall.

"So you like watching pornos, huh?" she said without looking at me.
She had a cocky grin on her face but kept her eyes fixed on the
television screen. "Is that what you planned on doing with the
cucumber? You wanted to shove it up your little cunt like this slut
pornstar?"

"I, no, you don't...," I stammered. Her tone of voice was friendly but
her words were filthy and dripping mean. "I uhm, it's not mine... it
was an accident!"

She must have noticed the fear and desperation in my voice because
just then she paused the movie again with the image of the woman
fucking herself frozen in place. She turned to look at me and smiled.
"Oh, come on hon, don't be so afraid," she said. "Take a seat. We'll
have a cigarette together." With all the confidence in the world she
half stood from her seat and produced a pack of menthol cigarettes and
a lighter from her jeans pocket. As she did I slowly walked around to
the opposite end of the sofa and sat down gingerly.

"Uhm, you can't... uhm, smoke in here," I said softly.

She waved away my words as she lit a cigarette and took a long drag.
"Just leave the windows open tomorrow," she said. "My parents never
smoked either. I did this all the time when I was your age, never got
caught. Here." She offered the pack of smokes to me, then, and after a
pause I leaned over and took one. I had no interest in smoking but I
didn't want to offend her in any way. If she told her mom about what
she'd seen...

She lit the cigarette for me and I took an awkward hit. It made me
feel light headed. "Better?" she asked with a smile. "A good smoke
always calms me down. You don't need to be afraid, Becky. I'm not
gonna rat on you. I just want to know what you were doing here. You
seem kinda young for all this shit."

Her words lifted a great weight off of my shoulders. She wasn't going
to tell! Suddenly she was my hero, my savior, my prayer answered in
the flesh. And as I smoked the words came pouring out of me. I don't
know why I told her everything I did. I could have made a lot of stuff
up instead. But I didn't. I told her all about how I'd been
masturbating for years, how I'd quit for so long because it was a sin
and then started again after getting spanked. I told her about how
frustrated I'd been lately since I couldn't get my hands on anything
more substantive than a PG-13 rated movie. The lousy birthday, the
video store, the surprise when I got home, and even my plan with the
cucumber. I confessed all. And it felt good to finally confide in
someone, especially since she didn't seem to be judging me. She just
nodded along and smiled encouragingly. When I was finished I realized
I'd smoked the cigarette down to its butt and Amy offered me the Coca
Cola can I'd been drinking earlier for me to drop it in. Then I said,
"So I mean, does all that make me sick? Am I some weirdo or
something?"

Amy laughed. "Are you kidding? Fuck no, hon. When I was your age I was
into all kinds of fucked up shit. I mean I didn't ever put anything
larger than my index finger up my twat until I got to high school, but
so what? I got eaten out for the first time when I was even younger
than you."

She was grinning at me as though I should know what that meant. "Eaten
out?"

She rolled her eyes. "Oh my god you are a child," she said. "Getting
eaten out is when someone licks your pussy until you cum."

My eyes widened. That must be what oral sex for women was, I realized.
"Wh-who... who..."

"Who ate my cunt? I'll tell you but you have to promise not to tell,"
she said, grinning wickedly. After I nodded she whispered, "My dog!"

"Your WHAT?" I gasped. She just laughed.

"Oh yeah, that shitty little Boston Terrier you've probably seen my
parents walking around," she laughed as she lit up another cigarette.
"I'd just lather up my cunt with butter or jelly and the stupid shit
would go to town. I don't know how many condiments I wasted getting
off from that dog, but at the time it was totally worth it. The
orgasms were good and dogs don't tell secrets, you know?"

I was stunned speechless. She offered me the pack of smokes and
without really meaning to I leaned over and accepted one. She was
grinning at me wordlessly as she lit it for me. She seemed to be
assessing me somehow as we smoked in silence for a minute. The smoke
was making me a little dizzy and it tasted a bit nasty, too, but it
did seem to relax me somewhat. I took the opportunity to really study
her face. She really was quite attractive in an exotic sort of way.
Her nose was a little crooked but it suited her older face. Her left
eyebrow was pierced along with her right nostril, and thick-gauge
rings dangled from her ears, too.

"Tell you what," she said, breaking the silence. "You still have a
couple hours left of your birthday, so I'm going to give you the
present of a lifetime."

"Wh-what present?" I asked, suddenly nervous again. The only present I
wanted was for her to keep her mouth shut, but this scarily dressed
young woman oozed confidence and authority. I felt as meek and timid
in her presence as I did whenever I was around my dad. And she just
grinned and stood up from her seat in response, making me feel more
nervous. I took a long drag from what remained of my cigarette as she
walked over to where I was sitting and sat back down next to me. She
was so close that her body brushed against mine, making me feel
totally uncomfortable.

"I'm going to teach you all about that budding body of yours," she
whispered in my ear. "Sexy little girl like you is gonna be beating
guys off with a stick very soon. Wouldn't you like learn about your
body from another girl before you go letting some stupid teenage boy
fumble around with it?" At that moment she placed her hand on my
chest. Just like that, as though it was no big deal. Just like that,
she was giving my right breast a gentle little squeeze through my top
and bra.

"What!" I shrieked in surprise. I suddenly realized what she was
getting at. I'd heard of lesbians before, sure, but the idea of doing
something with another girl was just... well, evil! And wrong! And
sick! I jumped up from my seat in a sudden panic and said, "No, I
think you should go, I..."

"SIT BACK DOWN!" she roared at me, standing up as she did. I cowered
in her presence for a moment, my eyes wide and pleading in fear, but
found myself slowly sitting back down just as she'd commanded. I
looked up at her with tears in my eyes and my hands in my lap. She
pointed a finger in my face and said, "Now you listen to me, Becky. I
think I know exactly what kind of girl you are so I'm going to make
this simple for you. If you disobey me again tonight, or you so much
as breathe the word 'no' again, I'm gonna go back over to my house,
get the contact number your dad left my mom, and call him myself.
TONIGHT. Do you want that? Is that what you want?"

"N-no," I sobbed. Tears were rolling down my cheeks now as I trembled
in fear. She smacked me across the face.

"What did I just tell you!" she hissed. "Do not use that word, not
again. Understand?"

"Y-yes, I'm s-s-sorry," I stammered.

She smiled. "Good." Then she slowly took her seat next to me again and
her voice returned to its formerly friendly tone. "Now let's see what
we have here, hmm?" Just then she pressed her hand down between my
legs, forcing them apart as she did. I gave no resistance and soon she
was cupping my mound through the thin fabric of my PJ's. Only a thin
layer of flannel pajama bottoms separated my cunt from her cupped
hand. "Mmm," she smiled, "you're soaking wet. You like being told what
to do, don't you?"

I blinked back my tears and just nodded my head. She was right about
me being soaked, after all. I didn't understand it but it was true.
I'd gotten horny from her commanding me, from her yelling at me like
that. It was so confusing!

Her hand was still between my legs and she began to rub me there. It
was so strange and exciting to feel someone touch me like that for the
first time. I couldn't deny the pleasure that was emanating from my
pussy now, as humiliating as it was. Meanwhile she was purring softly
in my ear, saying, "You see, Becky, there are two kinds of people in
this world: doms and subs. Dominant people, like me, get off on being
in charge. Submissive people, like you, get off on being controlled,
and abused, and taken advantage of. In a way you're the luckiest
person I know. At your age and with your looks you're going to be
bumping into doms wherever you go. You think that video store guy
didn't know what he was doing when he gave you that video? Ha!
Everything about you screams victim. Doms like us are easy to find,
hon, but a good sub is so rare, so rare indeed... a girl like you will
never want for the kind of attention your little cunnie her is so
desperate for."

I listened to her words and tried to stay focused on them as Amy slid
her hand down the front of my flannel pants. I'd neglected to put on
any underwear before coming back downstairs so she now had full access
to my cunt. It was all I could do not to start moaning. But I didn't
want to admit that she was right. I would do this, I would endure
this, because she had the goods on me. She could get me into more
trouble than I'd ever even dreamed of. That's why I would play along,
not because I was a "sub", as she put it. That's what I told myself,
at least, even as my body tingled with desire.

"Close your eyes," she commanded, and I did. My lips were slightly
open as I breathed with pleasure from her touch. When she pressed her
own lips against them I finally moaned. Just like that I was finally
having my first kiss. It was with a 20-year-old woman whose hand was
down my pants, but there it was. The kiss I would always remember, my
first kiss in the world.

When her tongue entered my mouth I groaned into her embrace. I could
no longer deny the intense pleasure I was feeling but I had no idea
what to do. I sat there, frozen, my legs slightly parted as her tongue
squirmed around inside my mouth. It flicked against my own tongue,
electrifying me in ways I'd never felt before. Still, though, I just
sat there frozen, even as her fingers began to flick at my wet slit,
searching for my clit in a gentle, almost caring way.

She broke off the kiss after what seemed like an eternity. "Now stand
up," she commanded me.

I blinked open my eyes as her hand pulled itself free from my pants. I
was already close to another orgasm and I was confused as hell about
why she would stop. When I looked at her face I saw a half-smile
there. Slowly I stood up on wobbly legs as she once again stood up
half way so that she could produce something from her jeans pocket. It
was a cell phone.

She told me to stand in front of her and I did so, meekly and
obediently, as my mind swam in wonder and confusion. She'd lit another
cigarette and it was dangling out from between her lips as she dialed
a number on the phone. Her eyes stayed fixed on me as she pressed the
phone to her ear. Suddenly she said, "Come on now, strip. Get naked
for me."

My mouth half opened as though I was going to say something, but what
was I supposed to say? And who the heck was she calling at a moment
like this? I wondered what I should do before I noticed her eyes
beginning to narrow as though she was getting angry. That's when my
hands went to the top button of my pink flannel top and began to
fumble around with it. She nodded her head at me even as her phone
call was finally answered.

"Hey babe, it's me," Amy said into the cell phone. I was working
anxiously on the second button of my top when I noticed that Amy, in
her sitting position, was unbuckling the belt around her waist. That
made me gulp in anticipation. So she was going to undress, too?

"Yeah, I'm kinda beat right now," Amy went on into the phone as she
began to unzip her jeans, the cell phone pressed against her ear with
her shoulder and a cigarette dangling from the corner of her mouth.
"No, no, I'll still be over, it'll just be later... Elissa, come on
girl, you know I want to see you, I just need a quick power nap to get
ready. An hour or so, not too long... Yeah, go ahead, I don't mind,
you know I like taking advantage of you when you're drunk.... Ha! I
know, alright... Okay, love you too... bye."

By the time she was done with her conversation she'd pushed her pants
down to around her ankles and kicked them off to the side. She had
long, milky white legs that weren't exactly toned but hadn't gone to
fat, either. Along the side of her left thigh a tattoo emerged from
her simple black panties. It looked like flames or something, and I
wondered how high up it went on her body. I'd probably be finding out
soon, I realized. I, meanwhile, had unbuttoned my shirt all the way
but had stopped there now that she was done with her conversation. She
was staring at me with an odd, cocky expression on her face. I would
later learn that it was a look of lust and dominance, a look I'd end
up seeing many times from many people.

"Damn, you are pretty," she observed as she took a hit from her smoke.
"Now go on, hurry up. I haven't got all day."

There wasn't anything that bad about being naked in front of another
girl, I decided. Of course, this wasn't exactly another girl so much
as it was a full grown woman who was about to do God knew what to me.
Still, I didn't have much of a choice and my cunt was still sopping
wet. With a nervous little frown on my cute young face, I chewed on my
lower lip as I slid out from my top. I let it drop to the floor right
at my feet and then pushed down the loose fitting pajama bottoms,
revealing my naked pussy for the first time to another human being in
a sexual situation. The thought made me tingle all over as she
gestured for me to continue. I reached around behind my back and
fumbled with the clasp of my bra as she watched on. After a moment it
snapped free. I slowly pulled one arm after another through the hoops
and then let it, too, fall to the floor. The desire to cover my naked
breasts was overwhelming so I crossed my arms over my chest and stood
there nervously as she soaked in my naked teenage body.

She whistled softly. "Nice," she said. "The carpet matches the drapes,
I see. But I don't think I like the ponytail. Take that scrunchy out
and toss your head around a little bit. Let's see that long golden
hair of yours."

She was really enjoying telling me what to do, I could tell. Of
course, this wasn't exactly torture for me, either. Exposing my
breasts to her again, I reached my arms back behind my head and undid
the scrunchy that was pulling my long hair back. I realized my small
pink nipples were hard and pointing right at Amy as I did. After I was
done I tossed my hair around with my head, just as she'd commanded, so
that it now fell around my face, spilling over my chest and tickling
my naked, goose-bumped flesh. I crossed my arms over my exposed
breasts again and waited.

"Nice, very pretty," Amy said. "But I don't think that's the right
look for tonight. Come over here, get on your knees. And give me the
scrunchy."

I didn't know what she had in mind but I dropped dutifully to my knees
and crawled forward to between her spread legs as she'd instructed.
After I was so close that my shoulders were brushing against the
insides of her thighs I handed her the scrunchy. Suddenly she was
grabbing my head, sort of turning it to the side as she gathered up my
long hair with her hands. My nose was pressed into her thigh and the
contact sent ripples of desire down my body, even as she pulled my
hair back so painfully I almost cried out. She gave me another
ponytail, a much tighter one, pulling back my hair so hard that my
hairline was aching with pain. She doubled up the scrunchy four or
five times so that it would hold it securely in place. After it was
done not a strand of hair fell over my youthful face and my scalp hurt
from the tightness of it.

"Much better," she said, looking down at me. She was gently cupping my
face in her free hand as she finished her cigarette with the other.
"Now, take off my underwear for me, slut."

She'd just called me the nastiest name a girl could call another girl,
and yet all it did was heighten my arousal. Without thinking I clasped
my small hands in the waistband of her panties and began tugging them
down as she lifted her butt up from her seat. I had to scooch back so
that I could pull them all the way off, and I did. Soon she was naked
from the waist down, except for her socks, which she hadn't taken off.
Obediently I crawled back into place between her now completely naked
thighs and marveled at the sight of her pussy.

"Okay," she sighed. "Now let's see if you're any better than a Boston
Terrier. Eat me out, slut."

My eyes widened with apprehension. In the back of my mind I'd known
this was coming, but still, I'd only just learned what being eaten out
was. And now she wanted me to do it to her? Involuntarily I began to
slowly shake my head as my eyes pleaded up at her. "I, I," I began to
stammer, "I d-don't know how..."

Suddenly she gripped me where she'd knotted the scrunchy in the back
of my head. I shrieked in pain as she roughly jerked my head backward.
And then, to my utter surprise and disgust, she spat in my face.

"What did I say about using that word?" she hissed at me as her big
glob of saliva rolled down my face. When I went to wipe it off she
swatted my hand away. "No, it stays there, you stupid little bitch. If
you defy me one more time a little spit on that pretty face will be
the least of your worries. Now, go on, eat out my cunt. Let's see how
you do at first and then I'll give you pointers."

If anything I was even more turned on now. The glob of spit was
trickling down my brow, around my left eye, threatening to dribble its
way onto it. It was disgusting and humiliating but my pussy was
sopping wet. I didn't resist as she pulled my head in between her
legs, which she had spread wide for me now. A second later my was face
was mashed into the damp folds of her hairless cunt and all I could do
was gasp. When I did, though, my lips parted and I tasted her juices.
It was a sweet, musky taste unlike anything I'd ever experienced
before. Out of pure instinct I stuck out my long pink tongue and when
it made contact with the folds of her spongy labia I nearly groaned
with pleasure.

The 20-year-old college student from across the street let me lick at
her twat inexpertly for a few minutes. She was sighing softly and I
could hear her lighting up a cigarette, too. That's when she began
giving me pointers. She told me to nibble gently on the folds of her
femininity, and I did so obediently. Then she told me to press my
tongue in further, lower down, until it entered her hole. Swirl it
around, let it go inside he, she instructed, and I obeyed. She was
beginning to squirm her pussy against my face now and it was getting
hard to breathe. When she told me to lick back up until I reached her
swollen clitty, though, I didn't hesitate. She kept instructing me
like that as though I were her pupil. An apprentice for a trade I'd
not known existed just an hour before. Even so, it was easily the most
arousing thing, to give this woman so much pleasure, to be told what
to do and to have no choice but to obey. I wanted nothing more than to
touch myself but I needed my hands to push against the inside of her
thighs which kept threatening to close in around my head and suffocate
me.

"Oh, yeah," she was sighing now, "that's great, that's perfect... use
your hands, now... spread my lips, get your tongue in deep..."

I did the best I could to obey her but my hands were shaking and her
pussy lips were slippery. Even so I managed to push aside her labia
with my thumbs and get my tongue into her hole more deeply than
before. She cried out in pleasure as her juices poured into my mouth.
Suddenly her thighs tensed and squeezed with impossible strength
around my head, cutting off all my air so I couldn't breathe. She was
moaning above me and I realized she was cumming. I kept at it, trying
to do better, trying to please her even more. My mind was a swarm of
erotic images and nasty thoughts as I crazily ate her out as she came
and came.

"Okay, okay," she said, pushing my head away. Her legs had gone limp
and the sound of her voice seemed to awake me from a trance. I looked
up at her, my face glistening with her juices. She stared back down at
me with a lazy satisfied expression and said, "Get up here. I want to
taste myself on those pretty lips of yours."

I crawled up from my kneeling position and climbed into her lap. She'd
squeezed her legs back together and I straddled her, shuddering at the
sensation of my burning wet cunt on her naked thighs. I was breathing
heavily as she put her hand behind my neck and pulled me in close so
that my naked tits pressed against her clothed ones. She was a lot
taller than me but in this position our heads almost lined up as she
pressed her lips against mine. This time, as we kissed, I didn't just
sit there like a statue. My hands went around her back and pulled her
into me even as she did the same, our tongues swirling around each
other as she tasted her own cunt from my mouth.

"Well, then," Amy said after finally breaking off my kiss. "Did you
learn anything tonight?"

She was grinning, and it was infectious. "Y-yeah," I smiled at her, my
arms still draped around her neck. "So, uhm... now what?"

"Now?" she asked as she pushed me away. "Well, now I have to get
going."

And just like that she pushed me off of her lap and stood up. I stared
at her in confusion as she searched around for her jeans. "It's
already eleven, Jesus," she mumbled. "Elissa's gonna kill me if I'm
much later. Do you see my panties anywhere?"

Naked and confused, and with my body aching to cum, I just stared at
her dumbstruck. Tears were welling up in my eyes as I watched her pull
on her panties after she found them, a newly lit cigarette dangling
from her mouth. How could it already be 11 o' clock? Why did it even
matter? It felt like she'd just gotten there. It felt like both an
eternity and only an instant had gone by.

After she pulled her jeans back on she seemed to notice me again.
Tears were rolling down my cheeks, now. I couldn't stop them. I was so
confused and hurt and aroused that I wanted to bawl like a little
baby. "Aww, poor girl," she said sympathetically. "You really need to
cum, don't you?"

I sniffed and nodded my head. That was it, I realized. I need to cum,
I desperately needed to cum. And it seemed so unfair that I would give
her an orgasm without receiving the same in kind. She sighed at me and
said, "If I were really cruel I'd just leave you like this. Sooner or
later you're going to have to learn to expect getting frustrated like
this, I can already tell. But I'm not mean to teach you that lesson."
She sighed. "Come on, stretch out, spread your legs."

Eagerly I did as she commanded as she knelt down on the floor next to
the sofa. At first I thought she was going to eat me out and actually,
that's what I desperately wanted. Instead she dropped her cigarette in
the soda can and then gently rested her right hand on my damp mound
between my legs. With her left had she lovingly caressed my naked
tits, making me sigh with pleasure and relief. She was staring down
into my eyes with a little smile on her lips as she said, "You're so
worked up, Jesus. I forgot what it was like to be thirteen. You're one
in a million, Becky."

And with that her right hand began slapping down painfully on my young
pussy.

I cried out in surprise. The contrast between the way her left hand
was gently caressing my tits and the way her right hand was painfully
slapping down on my damp cunt was stark. I squeaked out little pitiful
sounds of pain and pleasure as she just stared down at me with that
cocky half smile, seemingly enjoying my torment. My body responded
instantly, bucking and tensing and squirming all at once. And then the
pain dulled and there was only pleasure between my legs. Her hand was
slapping down hard against my slit, stinging my clit, sending shock-
waves of pleasure up my body. I exploded into an orgasm that was so
sudden I nearly blacked out.

She stopped after I came, and kissed me gently on the lips. "I wish
I'd known what a slut you were at the beginning of summer," she said
softly. "We could have had a lot of fun together. Oh, well. There's
always Thanksgiving."

With that she stood. I stared up at her, confused and relieved. What
did she mean about Thanksgiving? I asked her.

"I'm moving back to the dorms tomorrow, silly," she said as she laced
up her combat boots. "Columbus is a four hour drive. I can't exactly
drive home every weekend, even for a tasty cunt like yours. Oh, come
on, don't look so upset. Here, have another cigarette."

She tossed me over her half-empty pack, which landed on my chest.
Slowly I sat up and in a daze I lit up another smoke. Columbus, I
thought. I remembered now that she went to Ohio State, which was quite
a commute. I took a deep, long hit from the smoke and tried not to
cry. The taste of the menthol was wonderful, somehow. Amazing, really.
It calmed me down and I leaned back into the sofa and watched as she
finished lacing her boots. When she stood, I meekly handed the pack
back to her.

"You know what? Keep it," she said. "Children look so sexy when
they're smoking."

That stung. Children, I thought. That's what she saw me as, a child.
But why should it matter? All I'd wanted was to make sure she didn't
tell my dad about the movie and the cucumber and everything, and I'd
gotten my wish. What did I care what she thought of me, and that she
was about to walk out of my life?

"I better not get addicted," I said softly, absurdly, simply wanting
to fill the silence of the room. "I won't be able to get anymore, once
you're gone."

She had started walking toward the front door when she stopped. She
turned and smiled at me. "Know what? You're a pretty decent chick, so
I'll fill you in on a little secret. You know that liquor store down
by Hoover Street? The one across the street from the strip-mall where
Blue Moon Video is?"

"Uhm, yeah," I said, nodding. "Silver... Silver something?"

"Silver Star," she confirmed. "They'll sell to minors, even one as
young as you. All you have to do is write down on a piece of paper,
'I'll show you my tits'. When they ask for your ID, hand them that.
They'll sell you anything then."

I stared at her and stifled a laugh. "Do I actually have to show
them?"

She laughed, too. Her cell phone was ringing and she was taking it out
of her pocket. "Well, duh. Just flash them for a minute and you'll get
anything you want. How do you think I get booze, I don't turn 21 for
another three months," she said. Then she blew me a kiss as she
answered her phone. "Hey, girl... Yeah, I'm on my way right now.
Sorry..."

Her voice trailed off as she walked out of the family room. I heard
the front door closing behind her a moment later. I collapsed back
down into the sofa, smoking dazedly, recounting what had just happened
as though it had been a dream. Lazily I reached for the DVD remote and
started the movie again. I watched with a smile on my face as the
woman on screen fucked herself with that dildo. When the next scene
started and it turned out to be a lesbian scene, nothing in it shocked
me. I played with myself as I watched until finally I drifted off
toward sleep, the sounds of women moaning like a lullaby as I passed
out into a peaceful slumber.

**End of Part One**

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