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If Jordan Wants To Cheat, Let Her
By vulgus

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Story codes: Exhib/Hum/mmmmmf/Mf/ff/Ff/MFf/Blackmail

To that small group of disturbed people who have enjoyed my
previous efforts and encouraged me, thank you.

I was sitting at my desk, minding my own business, finishing up
my mid-term in Biology. I had been surprised at how easy it had
been and I had flown right through it. I had just finished up my
last question when I caught sight of Jordan, who was sitting in
the row beside me, and obviously trying to copy from my paper.

Without thinking I snatched up my paper and in a loud whisper I
said, "Hey!"

I had whispered a little too loud, apparently. Mr. Carson looked
up and got to his feet and walked quickly up the aisle. He
grabbed both of our papers and walked back to his desk.

The look that I was getting from Jordan was less than pleasant. I
whispered that I was sorry, but I don't think she cared.

The bell rang, finally, and as everyone else rose to leave, Mr.
Carson called Jordan and me to his desk.

He looked up at Jordan with a look of disgust on his face and
said, "I don't even have to ask, do I Miss Stewart?"

Jordan just shrugged.

"Jordan," Mr. Carson said, in the voice you might expect from a
long suffering parent, "I am going to give you another chance to
take this test after school the day after tomorrow. If you don't
get at least a 'B' on your retest and a 'B' on your final, you
will be failing this course."

She just glowered at him. Today was Wednesday. She now had two
days to learn all of the material she had been too busy thinking
about cheerleading and jocks, and of course, fashion, to learn
over the first half of the school year.

He looked up at me and smiled and said, "Your usual good job
Sara, I wish all of my students were as hard working as you."

He dismissed us then and we hurried to our next class. As we were
walking down the hall I could feel her behind me. I could feel
her anger. I stopped and turned quickly and said to her, "I'm
sorry. I didn't intend for that to happen. I was just reacting."

She glowered at me and said, "You're sorry?! Not yet you're not.
But you are going to be, bitch!"

I did the only thing I could do. I rolled my eyes and hurried to
my next class.

I forgot all about Jordan and concentrated on my History class. I
like History, and the teacher, Mr. Edwards, is one of my favorite
teachers. He really makes his class interesting.

By the time class was over I had forgotten all about Jordan. I
went to my locker and grabbed my backpack and my books and headed
to the library. I needed to check a couple of reference books
before I went home.

It only took about fifteen or twenty minutes and then I headed
home. I live about a half mile from the school and I enjoy the
walk, most days anyway. I get a chance to relax and kind of wind
down.

Not today though. I hadn't even made it off the school grounds
when Jordan and a group of her friends had me surrounded. Jordan
lit into me and I thought for a minute that she was going to kick
my ass, right then and there. She could have, she is a lot bigger
than I. 

She was all over me like a screaming banshee and her gang of
sycophants was egging her on. I was surrounded and couldn't just
walk away so I let her rant and rave for a while, what choice did
I have?

Finally she told me that since it was my fault that she was in
trouble, I was going to get her out of it. She informed me that I
had this afternoon and tomorrow afternoon to tutor her so that
she could get a 'B' on the test.

I told her she was full of shit. It wasn't my fault she didn't
pay attention in class or do her homework and there was no way I
could teach her everything she had ignored since the start of the
school year.

She grinned at me and nodded towards one of her male friends,
Chuck. Chuck stepped up and pulled his laptop open and turned it
on. We all watched as he took a disk out of his pocket and loaded
it. Then he turned it around and started showing me picture after
picture of the most disgusting kiddy porn pictures. I was getting
sick looking at them. I screamed at them and tried to slam his
computer to the ground.

"What the fuck is wrong with you people?!" I exploded. "Why are
you showing me that crap? I should have you arrested!"

Jordan said, "Nobody would find anything if they were to check
that computer, or that disk. He already deleted all of it. If you
are interested though, we know where there is more. In hidden
files on your father's computer. Just waiting for someone to call
the police and turn him in."

"You're nuts!" I yelled.

Jordan responded in a confident manner that let me know that she
wasn't kidding. "You won't be able to find it. He won't be able
to find it if you tell him it's there. Don't worry though. The
cops will know where to look. I bet it will look good on his
resume when he tries to find another job. Because you know he
can't stay on as Principal over at the grade school if he likes
sex with little girls and boys."

"Now, god damn it," Jordan threatened, "you go home and see if
you can find them if you want. Take your time, but you better
have your ass at my house by four and ready to start coaching me
on that fucking test we just took, or everyone in town is going
to be shocked at what a pervert the new principal over at the
elementary school is."

Jordan turned suddenly, and walked away before I could respond. I
rushed home and I could tell as soon as I walked up onto the
front porch that someone had been in our house. The front door
was open about an inch.

We had just moved to this small town last summer when they hired
my dad to be the new principal at the grade school. I suppose
that in a small town like this, a lot of people don't bother
locking their homes when they go out. Not us though. We had lived
in a much larger town and we always lock up when we leave. It was
a part of life. We did it without thinking. 

Someone had apparently been in our house. So it was possible that
one of Jordan's slimy friends put something on my Dad's computer.
I dropped my backpack inside the door and hurried to my Dad's
den.

As soon as I entered I saw a Pepsi can sitting near the computer.
Neither Dad nor I drink Pepsi. I sat down and moved the mouse and
the screen came to life. I clicked on my Dad's name as the user
and it went to his new desktop wallpaper. A picture of a young,
preteen girl having sex with a fat old man!

I hurriedly deleted it, and then I did a search for JPGs. Dad
keeps most of his pictures on the computer so I found hundreds. I
could find no more like the horrible ones that Jordan had shown
me at school. Unfortunately, I knew that the fact that I couldn't
find them in a cursory search didn't mean that they weren't
there.

I returned my Dad's computer to normal and picked up the Pepsi
can and left the room. I threw the drink can in the recycle bin
and left a note for Dad, explaining that I had gone to Jordan's
house to help her with her Biology homework. 

The irony of that was not lost on me. Dad was always after me to
get out more and meet people, make friends, hang around with
people my own age. Now I was going to go out and "hang around"
with the girl that was threatening to have him arrested for
having kiddy porn on his computer.

I changed into a pair of shorts and a tank top and hurried over
to Jordan's house. She lives just around the corner and down the
block from me.

I knocked at her door and she let me in. She started all over
again with the derogatory remarks and the threats and I said,
"Alright! I'm here! What hell do you want from me! You know damn
well it wasn't my fucking fault!"

We were standing just inside the door in the living room and
several of her friends were sitting around watching and listening
and I guess I should have known better and just kept my mouth
shut. I should never have challenged her like that in front of
her friends.

She glared at me for a moment and slammed the door behind me.
Then she turned to me and said, "You better start watching the
way you talk to me from now on, bitch! You belong to me now. If
you piss me off, if you don't do everything I say from now on,
one of my friends makes an anonymous phone call and Daddy goes to
jail. Then what happens to you, bitch. You're what, sixteen? With
your dad in jail, no mom, it's a foster home for you. So from now
on you better do every fucking thing I tell you. I don't want to
hear anything but yes ma'am from you. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!"

She had been hollering right in my face. I turned white with
fear. I had no doubt at all that she would do just exactly what
she was threatening to do.

I could tell that had not been a rhetorical question. She was
waiting for my response.

Reluctantly I said, "Yes ma'am." I heard the giggles from
Jordan's buddies sitting around the living room. They obviously
enjoyed my humiliation. Jordan seemed to feed on it. 

"You didn't bring your book," she said accusingly. 

"I don't need the book," I answered. "I remember what was on the
test. I can write it out and you can study it."

"Okay," Jordan said, "As soon as you are ready you can start."

"I'm ready," I said.

"No, you aren't, bitch," she said. "I promised my friends that
you would be tutoring me in the nude."

"What?!" I screamed at her. "I will not!"

"You stupid bitch!" she yelled back. "Were you not listening to
me? Do you just not understand English, Miss National Merit
Scholar? If you do not do anything and everything I tell you from
now on, then I am going to drop the hammer. I am getting fucking
tired of arguing with you. So either get out of those clothes
right now, or leave so I can do what I have to do."

I looked at the other people in the room, Chuck was here.
Jordan's boyfriend Kevin was here. There was another boy whose
name I did not know. Jordan's best friend Kelly was here too.
They were all sitting up waiting eagerly for me to realize how
hopeless my situation was and take off my clothes.

I looked at Jordan again and I tried to reason with her. She just
glared at me impatiently and waited. I tried begging. Same
result.

At last I just started crying and sobbed, "Jordan, I can't do
that. I just can't. Nobody has ever seen me....like that
before!"

"Then leave," she said, her voice as cold as ice.

I started for the door in tears. As I pulled the door open I
heard Jordan say, "Chuck, call your friend and tell him to make
the call."

I turned my head and saw Chuck pull out his cell phone and open
it and I knew I didn't have any choice.

"Wait," I sobbed, almost hysterical now. "Wait, I'll do it. I'LL
DO IT, ALRIGHT!!"

I saw the look of triumph on Jordan's face. She grabbed me and
spun me back around to face her and her friends and said, "It's
about damned time you realized I fucking own you, bitch. Now stop
the crying. It's annoying!"

I tried. I took some deep breaths and tried to calm down. I did
become calmer. I drew back from the edge of hysteria. Try as I
might though, I couldn't stop crying completely. 

Jordan stepped back and then went to sit by Kevin. I stood in
place, too terrified to think, too terrified to move.

Jordan pointed to a place in the middle of the small living room
and ordered me to stand there. I moved to the place she indicated
and looked at her. 

She smiled sweetly and said, "Okay bitch. Strip. Take as much
time as you like. Kevin, Chuck and Gary are in no hurry. In fact,
the longer that you take to undress the more they'll enjoy the
show."

I looked down at the floor and slipped my sandals off. Then I
grasped my tank top and, after first taking a deep breath, I
slowly pulled it up and over my head. I dropped it on the nearby
coffee table. I had never undressed in front of a boy before and
I could feel how red my face and neck were. Hell, I got
embarrassed when I had to undress with the other girls in gym
class!

There were a few remarks from the audience. They were
disappointed when they saw how plain my bra was. I ignored them
and slid my shorts down and stepped out of them. I glanced at
Jordan, praying for a reprieve. Just one look at her face and it
was obvious that she was enjoying my humiliation as much as the
boys were.

I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra and let it fall
open. I shrugged my shoulders and let the straps slide down and
off. I held the cups in front of my breasts for a long moment. I
had nice breasts. I knew that they were attractive. I was wearing
a B cup now and even if they weren't as large as the girls in
Playboy Magazine, they were as shapely. But no boy had ever seen
them and now I was being forced to undress in front of three boys
I didn't know well and really didn't like.

I finally dropped my arms and tossed my bra onto the table. I
heard the comments start up again. The comments about my breasts,
and my nipples, which were hardening in the cool air from the air
conditioner.

I was left with only my plain, white panties. I hooked my thumbs
under the waistband and slid them down quickly, anxious to get
this humiliating strip show over with now.

I dropped my underwear on the table and stood and waited for
Jordan to tell me what to do next.

I looked up at her, trying to avoid the eyes of the boys in the
room. As my gaze moved towards Jordan something caught my eye and
I looked over at the entrance to the hallway and saw another of
Jordan's friends, Bryan, with a digital video camera recording my
strip tease.

"NO!" I screamed. "Stop it! Put that down!"

Jordan got up suddenly and rushed over to me and slapped my face,
very hard.

"You just don't get it yet, you stupid little cunt!" she yelled.
"You do not tell anyone what to do here. You do what you are
told. I can do anything I want to with you. Any fucking thing at
all! Get used to it, cunt, because you are mine until I get that
final 'B' at the end of the year."

"Oh my god no," I cried. "No, please Jordan. I can't."

"Don't worry, bitch," she said smugly.  "It will get easier. In
no time at all you'll be running around naked and following
orders and thinking nothing of it."

"Now, let's get busy," she said. She handed me a pen and a pad
and told me to kneel by the coffee table and start writing. 

I fell to my knees and put the pad down on the table near my
clothing. I stared blankly at the paper, I couldn't think. I
could hear the blood rushing through my veins and I could feel my
heart beating rapidly. I could only think about the people, the
boys, who were ogling my naked body, and the digital recording
that god knows who was going to see.

They all just sat watching me, obviously enjoying my humiliation,
and my nudity. I finally started to calm down. I realized that
the only way that I was going to get out of here was to write out
the questions and answers to today's Biology exam. 

There had only been twenty-five questions, and they had not been
very hard. I forced myself to concentrate and started writing
them out for her. It wouldn't have been that hard if I were alone
and clothed. I could feel their eyes exploring my body, though,
and hear the snide comments, and all the boys talking about what
they wanted to do to me.

It probably didn't take me much more than twenty-five minutes,
once I started to concentrate. I had to hope that Mr. Carson
would give Jordan the same test when he retested her. I suspected
that he was so sure that she would fail that he probably would.

I handed the pad to Jordan when I was finished and she said,
"Okay, while I start studying this, you keep the boys busy. When
I'm ready, you can go over it with me and see what I need more
help on."

"What do you mean?" I asked. "What do you mean about keeping the
boys busy? Jordan, I'm a virgin. I have never done anything with
a boy."

Jordan grinned, a very evil grin. Then she said, "Looks like we
are both going to get an education, cunt. Next fucking time
you'll let me copy off your fucking paper, bitch!"

Jordan started reading the questions and answers I had written
out for her. Kevin reached over and pulled me to my feet and then
down onto his lap.

Bryan moved around to get a better camera angle and Kevin started
exploring my body. I felt hands on my breasts for the first time
in my life. He squeezed them and molded them and just generally
abused them. 

I sat in his lap, crying and softly begging him to stop.
"Please," I begged. "Kevin, I have never done anything. I don't
want to do this. I'm scared!"

Kevin chuckled and responded, "Stupid cunt. You aren't here to do
what you want. You are here to do what we want. If you don't,
your tight ass Dad goes to jail and loses his job, and probably
never works again, anywhere, ever! So you have to do what you are
told. Don't you?"

I nodded, reluctantly. 

His hand was moving down to my thigh and forcing my legs apart. I
gasped when his finger's touched my virgin pussy. Even under
these horrible circumstances, the touch of a boy's finger there
was electric.

I moaned as he worked one of his fingers into my tight, dry
pussy.  I moaned in pain and embarrassment. I was afraid that he
would think that it was something else. Apparently he did.

He laughed and said, "There, see, you're starting to come around
already. This won't be so bad."

He toyed with my body a little longer and soon my pussy started
lubricating. We both knew it was not that I was getting aroused.
I obviously was not. Well, I assumed he knew it was an
involuntary reaction. He may have been stupid enough to think I
was getting turned on. 

After a few minutes of fumbling around between my thighs he held
up his moist finger and said, "Yeah baby, you're getting into it
now. I am going to give you a choice now. You feel that hard lump
under your pretty little ass?"

I nodded. I had felt his penis getting hard and shifting under me
since he had pulled me into his lap. 

"Well," he continued, "we are going to have to do something about
that. I am a pretty nice guy though, so I am going to give you a
choice. Do you want to suck me off or do you want to fuck me?"

I shook my head urgently. 

"No, please Kevin. I've never done those things. Please, just
leave me alone," I pleaded.

"Oh Sara," he said, his voice dripping with sincerity, "I can't
do that. I can't do that for a lot of reasons. I can't do that
because my friends and my girlfriend would think I was a pussy.
You don't want that do you?"

What could I do, I shook my head.

"Good," he continued. "The main reason I can't do that though is
because you are a hot little bitch and I just really want to
stick my dick in you. I'm sure you can understand that, can't
you?"

I nodded. It was apparent that he was just playing with me for
the amusement of his friends. I was in no hurry to move on to the
next step and in the back of my mind was the tiny glimmer of hope
that he was just tormenting me, that I wouldn't actually be
raped.

"Besides, Sara, I think I need to do this for you," he said
sarcastically. "You are much too uptight, and you are missing out
on too much of the fun in life. Hell Sara, I'm doing you a favor
here!"

"I can see how nervous you are though," he said, his voice
dripping with phony concern, "and I can understand if you want to
start out slow. So why don't you get back down on your knees and
start sucking my cock?"

I was horrified, but I knew I had to do it. I had not yet seen a
man's sex organ in real life. I had seen pictures of a male organ
in biology texts, but I had never seen one erect, or had any
intention of seeing one until I was married. Or at the very least
fell in love with someone. None of that mattered to these people
though.

I slid off of Kevin's lap and knelt between his legs. I waited
for him to pull out his penis, but he just watched me, him and
the others, and the camera.

I reached out and struggled with his zipper as he watched in
amused silence. I couldn't really see what I was doing. My eyes
were so full of tears. I finally managed to get his zipper down,
and then I paused to wipe my eyes and figure out what to do
next.

My hands had been in contact with the hard, throbbing bulge I was
struggling to unleash while I was pulling his zipper down. I
realized I was never going to get it out through his zipper, the
opening wasn't large enough. So I unfastened his belt and
unbuttoned his jeans and spread them open. 

I saw his tight, white jockey shorts and the pulsing, snakelike
beast inside of them. There was a large wet spot where the head
of Kevin's penis waited impatiently to be released.

I pulled Kevin's jeans down to his knees, but they were in my
way, so I slid them all the way down. I ended up taking his shoes
off and taking his jeans all of the way off.

Then I gingerly reached into the waistband of his shorts and
pulled them down. I had never undressed a boy before, and had to
struggle to get them loose, they kept catching on his dick.

I stared in morbid fascination as I bared his hard dick. It was
my first, though I think it was obvious from the excited faces
around me that it would not by last today.

I slid his shorts down as he lifted his butt off of the couch and
when I had dropped them onto his jeans he spread his legs out to
give me plenty of room. I honestly didn't know what to do. I
opened my mouth and began to lower it over him, but he stopped
me.

"Kiss it first," he ordered. "Kiss it, and then lick my balls and
my cock. I like a little foreplay, cunt. After you have licked it
all over, then you suck it."

I leaned down reluctantly. I was totally defeated, I would do
whatever I was told now. But I hated it. I hated every minute of
it.

I pursed my lips and touched them to the moist head of his cock.
When my lips came into contact with him, his cock jumped and it
startled me. I jumped back and everyone laughed.

I took another deep breath and steeled myself for what I had to
do. I leaned down and kissed his cock again, but I was ready for
his body's response this time and I ignored it. Then I kissed my
way down his cock to his balls. I started licking. I could smell
the sweat, the musky smell from a warm day spent in classrooms.
The small part of my brain that was still functioning decided
that it wasn't too bad, I could stand it.

I licked for as long as I could. Until he got impatient and told
me that it was time to get on with it.

I opened my mouth wide and carefully engulfed the head of his
hot, drooling cock. I was nervous. He had warned me that I had
best not touch him with my teeth. I didn't know what he could do
to make things worse, but I suspected that he could.

I closed my lips around his cock and knelt with perhaps two
inches of him in my mouth and started sucking. He watched me for
a moment and then exploded in laughter.

"You are one dumb fucking cunt!" he finally managed to gasp. 

I didn't know what was so funny. I had his cock in my mouth and I
was sucking. He knew I had never done this before.

The worst thing though, was that he was making me feel stupid for
not knowing how to suck his cock, and I was letting him.

He started instructing me. Telling me to move my mouth up and
down on his cock, like my mouth was a pussy and we were fucking,
and telling me how to use my tongue and my fingers.

I followed his instructions and before very long he started
moaning and I was terrified of what was about to happen.

He was just about to cum in my mouth and I may be pretty
uninformed about sex, but I knew what that meant. Jordan looked
up from the pad she was studying to say, "Don't you dare spill a
drop, you stupid bitch. If you do, you'll be even sorrier than
you are now."

I was already terrified, that didn't help.

Kevin suddenly grabbed my head and held on tight and his hips
jerked up and I felt my mouth filling with hot, slimy cum. The
taste was awful. It was bleachy and, well, just awful. Despite
Jordan's warning I wanted desperately to pull my head away. I
didn't struggle though. I was too terrified to do anything but
hold his slimy load in my mouth until he was finished.

He finally relaxed back onto the couch and released my head. I
slowly pulled my head away from his softening cock and knelt
upright again. He watched me for a few moments and then he said,
"Okay cunt, you can swallow your reward now."

I wasn't able to do it without gagging, but I finally managed to
get it all down and keep it down. When I had swallowed, everyone
clapped, as if I had just accomplished something special. 

I hadn't of course. I had just been raped and degraded and I knew
that there was more to come.

Chuck had already removed his jeans and shorts while I was
occupied with Kevin. He called me over and soon I was kneeling in
front of him and practicing what I had learned from Kevin.

Chuck's cock was smaller than Kevin's, but it was definitely not
small. I don't know if he was very turned on, or just one of
those guys that can't last very long. Whatever the reason, he
only lasted about two minutes before he filled my mouth with cum.


It was getting easier though, the swallowing part. I only gagged
a little this time.

Gary was next. He lasted longer, and his cum was very bitter. I
had a real hard time swallowing his. 

At last it was Bryan's turn. All of the other guys were jocks.
Bryan was apparently Jordan's pet computer nerd and gadget freak.
He was probably the one that had hidden the incriminating
pictures on my Dad's computer.

Bryan handed the camera to Chuck and he pulled off his pants and
shorts and sat down beside Kevin on the couch. Bryan's was the
largest cock, by far. He was obviously very proud of it. He
basked for a moment in the comments of the other guys before he
waived me over to kneel at his feet.

We had to pause while Bryan showed Chuck how to use the camera,
again. When Chuck was ready I was put back to work sucking cock.
Before I started Bryan said, "You are one hot piece of ass and I
am horny as hell after watching you suck all these guys off. So I
am going to cum pretty quick. I want you to just swallow and keep
on sucking. Got that?"

I nodded. Then I started licking and sucking. It was getting much
harder. My mouth, my jaw, was getting very tired. It was so much
more difficult this time because Bryan's cock was so much fatter.
As promised, he came very quickly, I doubt if he lasted a whole
minute. 

I swallowed his large load quickly and then I started all over
again. He never went soft. His cock stayed hard and thick and I
went back to sucking for about five minutes, when he finally
filled my mouth with a fifth load of cum, which I promptly
swallowed.

All in all, it was a very unpleasant experience. The worst was
Gary. The others hadn't been all that bitter. I could still taste
the aftertaste of Gary's cum in my mouth, overpowering even the
two large loads that Bryan had deposited there after him.

Jordan was ready to go over the exam now. I was ordered to my
feet and stood in front of Kevin and took the pad from her. 

While I read the questions to Jordan, Kevin inserted his hand
between my thighs and started rubbing my virgin slit again. 

It was hard to concentrate on Jordan's answers, but I made a note
of her mistakes and when we were done I explained what she had
gotten wrong and why. 

She took the pad back from me and told me that she would study it
more tonight. Then she ordered me to come back here again
tomorrow, right after school. She also informed me that, until
further notice I wouldn't be wearing underwear, or slacks, or
shorts, or hosiery. She asked me if I had a problem with that and
I folded instantly. 

I knew that she was enjoying the hell out of my suffering and was
totally without sympathy for me. I was just glad to be leaving
here with my hymen intact. I had thought for sure that I
wouldn't. But of course, I was coming back tomorrow. 

I wrote down my email address for Jordan, at her insistence. Then
I was finally allowed to leave. I was ordered to check my email
every morning and I rushed out of her house and hurried home. 

I went to the bathroom and washed my face and brushed my teeth
over and over. When I could no longer taste cum, I went to the
kitchen to start supper.

I had supper ready when my Dad got home. We ate quickly. He
noticed that I was quiet, but I was unable to tell him why. I
should have. If I were half the brain everyone thought that I
was, I would have told my Dad everything and I am sure he could
have figured out something. 

Even if it had occurred to me to tell him though, how do you tell
your Dad that you just sucked off four guys that you hardly know,
and that it is all on a digital recording, probably already being
enjoyed by friends of Jordan's that couldn't be there for my
unveiling.

I cleaned up the kitchen and went to my room. I still had a lot
of homework to do if I could take my mind off of what had
happened to me this afternoon long enough to concentrate on it.

I struggled with my homework. Luckily, I had very little of it.
Things at school pretty much came to a stop during mid-terms. I
finished up and got ready for school tomorrow. Before I went to
bed I checked my email.

Somehow, I wasn't all that surprised when I received dozens of
pictures of myself, undressing, sitting in Kevin's lap, and of
course sucking off four different boys while two girls watched.

I stared at the pictures. I couldn't help it. I looked so
helpless, kneeling in front of those large jocks and sucking on
their cocks like a sex slave. Yet for some reason, as I looked at
the pictures, I felt a stirring. Especially the first ones, when
I was undressing in front of everyone. 

I had to admit that Bryan had been right. I did look hot. I had
never seen myself like that before, as a sexual being. I mean, I
knew that I had a sexy body. I had just never seen myself from
this perspective before. It was as though I was looking at some
other girl, a stranger. I looked at myself in those photographs,
and I looked at the look of lust in the eyes of the boys. I
hadn't been able to look them in the face at the time. I had been
too embarrassed. Now that I saw the look in their eyes, it was
kind of exciting.

That isn't to say that I was interested in repeating it, or
taking it to the next step. I was terrified at the thought of
going back to Jordan's house tomorrow. She no longer needed me to
study for that test. I had given her the answers. The only reason
to make me return was to torment me.

I finally closed down my email program. For some reason, I
couldn't bring myself to delete those pictures.

I turned off my monitor and finally went to bed. I didn't go to
sleep right away. In fact, I didn't go to sleep for a very long
time. I kept reliving that horrible afternoon in my head. I even
imagined that I could taste their hot, slimy cum again. I have no
idea what time it was when I finally got to sleep. 

The next morning my alarm had been ringing for at least ten
minutes when I finally heard it. I got up and took off my sleep
shirt and panties and put my robe on. I started for the bathroom
but stopped on the way and checked my email again. I had several
more emails containing more of those nasty pictures. They were
just more of the same, except that this time, there were several
extreme close-ups, close-ups of my intimate body parts, and more
of my mouth sliding down over their cocks or my tongue licking
their balls.

The last email, however, contained no pictures. It was from
Jordan. The pictures had all been sent by Bryan. I noticed that
there were copies sent to everyone that had been there yesterday
afternoon, plus several other people of both sexes.

Jordan's email instructed me to shave my pubic hair off, all of
it. She also reminded me that I was not to wear underwear. She
added that if my skirt was not short enough to suit her, she had
scissors.

I closed my email program and headed for the bathroom. My Dad was
on his way to the kitchen, already dressed for work. He always
went in at seven. I didn't have to be at school until eight.

We exchanged good mornings and I went into the bathroom and
started the hot water running to let it warm up. I put a new
blade in my razor and got into the shower. I shampooed my hair
and used my liquid body wash. Then I soaped up my pubic hair. It
was soon obvious that it would have been easier if I had trimmed
it first with scissors. It was my first time, what did I know. 

Still, it wasn't that bad. My pubic hair was as blonde as the
hair on my head, and it was very fine and sparse. That was one of
the reasons I was embarrassed about undressing in front of the
other girls in gym class. They mostly had big, thick, adult
looking pubic patches. I still looked like a little girl. I
rinsed off the razor and watched the last of my pubic hair wash
down the drain. 

I dried off and finished up in the bathroom, then went to find
something to wear to please Jordan.

My usual style of dress was to please my conservative father, and
myself. I had only a couple of dresses that the skirt only
reached to mid-thigh. I selected one, hoping it would be short
enough to please Jordan. Before I could put it on I thought of
something. I went into the back of my closet and pulled out a
dress from last year. I had grown quite a bit; both up and out,
in the last year. I had liked this dress and had not been able to
part with it when I donated the rest of my outgrown clothing to
charity.

I took it off of the hanger and held it up in front of me and
stood in front of the mirror. It looked much too short. I tried
it on and I found that I could get the zipper up in back, but
only with great difficulty. Once zipped up, it stretched tightly
across my breasts, really drawing the eye. Without a bra, my
nipples were plainly discernable.

I looked down and then turned around and looked at the back in
the mirror. There appeared to be less than an inch of material
between the hemline and my butt. I couldn't possibly wear this. I
hung it up and put my first selection on. While it wasn't nearly
as tight, it still seemed obvious to me that I was not wearing a
bra. The skirt was short enough to make me feel very
uncomfortable about not wearing underwear. I would have to be
very careful. 

I was too nervous to eat breakfast. I had a glass of breakfast
drink and took my vitamin. Then I stared at the clock until the
very last minute. I grabbed my backpack and my purse and went out
and locked the door, even though I knew how futile it was. If one
of Jordan's gang of perverts wanted in, they obviously knew how
to get in, even when the doors were locked.

I didn't enjoy my fifteen minute walk to school the way I
normally would. I got to school and went to my locker and got out
my notebook and my books for the first class of the day. I heard
Jordan behind me as I was shutting my locker.

"Not good enough cunt!" she said in that nasty voice that I had
already come to dread. "I warned you! You really are a stupid
cunt aren't you?"

I could see people nearby, listening in astonishment to Jordan
berating me. I turned slowly and said, "I'm sorry Jordan. This is
my shortest dress. You didn't give me time to alter it."

"Not a problem," she said. "Follow me."

I followed her down the hall to the girl's room. The place was
crowded and we had to wait for a stall. Finally, Jordan got tired
of waiting and she ordered me to climb up onto the sink counter.


I struggled up onto the counter to choruses of "What the fuck?"
and "Hey! Watch what the hell your doing!"

Jordan reached into her purse and pulled out a pair of scissors
and, right there in front of everyone, she trimmed nearly two
inches from my skirt. I tried not to listen to their obscene
comments and jokes. They could all see that I wasn't wearing
underwear.

The few that knew me knew that this was totally out of character
and kept trying to get me to explain. I could only shrug.

Jordan told them that she was working on improving my image.

The warning bell rang and I jumped down and grabbed my books and
purse. I started for my first class but Jordan stopped me and
said, "The next time I have to do it for you, it will be shorter,
much shorter."

Then she rushed off to class.

I got to my first class just in time. I sat down carefully,
trying to ignore the looks and comments from the boys nearby. I
kept my purse in my lap during the entire period. I had to. If I
didn't, the very top of the tight little crevice between my
tightly clasped thighs was on display!

The bell finally rang for the next class and I struggled to get
to my feet without putting on a show. It can be hard to get out
of those damned student desks gracefully. A lot of people were
watching. I don't know how much they saw, but I saw a lot of
bright smiling faces as I left the room.

I went to my locker and put my book away and got out the books
for my next two classes, both of which are on the second floor.
As I pulled the books out of my locker it occurred to me that I
would have to climb the stairs in this dress. I could only
imagine what I would look like from behind.

As nervous as I was about climbing the crowded stairs in this too
short skirt, it got worse. As I got to the foot of the stairs,
Kevin appeared behind me. He was grinning and talking quietly to
the boy he was with. As soon as I started up the stairs I heard
Kevin. He was pointing out to everyone around that he could see
the cheeks of my ass!

I could do nothing! I just bit my lip and kept walking. I
couldn't even hurry. The steps in front of me were crowded with
kids. As I moved up the stairs I felt something in back of me.
Kevin was lifting the hem of my skirt even higher. The guys
around him were going nuts and yelling and now everyone, it
seemed like everyone in the damned school, was looking at my
ass.

I even heard some of the girls egging him on! I didn't know how I
could go on like this. I couldn't face these kids after this. It
looked like I was going to have to quit school. 

I struggled to keep from crying and I rushed to my next class.
Kevin left me alone at the top of the stairs and I struggled
through the crowded hallway. My ordeal didn't end after Kevin
took off. I felt other hands, lifting my skirt or sliding over
the soft skin of my ass. 

This was already getting out of hand. I had thought that with all
of the teachers around I would be more or less safe at school. It
was obvious that wasn't the way it was working out. My skirt was
far too short and now. Everywhere I went anonymous hands felt
free to explore without fear of my reaction. For it had already
been shown that I would not resist.

I struggled through my next two classes, forcing myself to
concentrate and take notes. I was relieved when the next bell
rang. I had study hall next period. I could relax for a few
minutes and try to calm down.

I had to go back downstairs for study hall. Going downstairs
wasn't as revealing, since I had a lot of kids in front of me and
the people coming up the other way didn't really have an
opportunity to see anything. Plus, Kevin wasn't around.

I hurried down the hall but Jordan appeared out of nowhere and
pulled me into the girl's room again. I didn't know what more she
could do to me. I started to panic when she brought her scissors
out again. Surely she couldn't shorten this skirt anymore!

That wasn't her intention. Instead, she cut off the top three
buttons from the top of my dress. She watched as the material
fell away, and wasn't quite satisfied, so she cut off another
button. 

I looked down and saw that there was enough cleavage on display
now that it was obvious, if it hadn't been before, that I was not
wearing a bra. 

Jordan stood back and smiled and said, "Beautiful, don't touch
it." Then she left for her class. I finally made it to study hall
and took my seat, carefully. I glanced up and saw Mr. Taylor
staring at me, his mouth wide open. I glanced back down quickly
and opened my notes and, as I normally did, I transcribed my
notes from my first three classes so that they were legible and
comprehensive. 

The bell rang for lunch and I went to my locker and got the books
for my last two classes of the day. Then I went to my homeroom
and sat down and opened a book and stared, unseeing, at the text.


I was almost alone in the room. The teacher had gone to lunch in
the teacher's lounge. There were a couple of girls in the corner
talking quietly. There was another girl nearby, reading quietly.
I sat alone, staring blankly and thinking about all that had
happened to me in less than twenty-four hours.

I had been sitting in my seat, trying to relax and forget about
what was happening to me for nearly half an hour when I felt
someone put their hands on my shoulders. I jumped, startled, but
a whispered voice said, "Quiet, and don't move."

I sat still. I didn't recognize the voice. I didn't know if it
was one of the guys from yesterday or not. I sat still as the boy
slowly slid both of his hands into the gaping top of my dress and
cradled my breasts gently. He just stood there, for a long time,
just cupping my breasts and for that entire time I had my eyes
closed. I could feel the heat from his hands radiating through my
breasts, and straight to my pussy. 

When he finally started to move his hands his fingers grasped my
nipples gently, but firmly, and he applied a gentle pressure. I
swear to god I could feel it travel down and I felt the pressure
on my clit as he squeezed. I don't have any idea how long this
went on. I know that the warning bell sounded and my eyes opened
and I saw the other solo girl in the room staring at us in
amazement. 

I took a deep breath and closed my book and the hands withdrew. I
stood up and turned around and saw that the hands on my breasts
belonged to Eric, another of the school jocks and one of Kevin's
friends. He smiled at me and left for his class.

I gathered my books and headed for my next class, Biology. On the
way out I noticed the two girls that had been talking quietly in
the corner when I came in. They, too, were staring at me in
disbelief. There was nothing I could say. I turned and went to
class.

I saw more disbelief on the face of Mr. Carson when I entered his
class. He watched me walk to my seat and then he shook his head
and went back to what he was doing. Jordan came in and sat down
beside me again. I glanced at her, she was smiling and happy. She
was really getting off on my suffering. The bitch!

I was asked to stay when class let out. I approached Mr. Carson's
desk after the class had emptied and he looked at me and asked,
"Miss. Kimble, is there anything you would like to tell me?"

I felt the tears welling up in my eyes, but there was nothing
that I could say. I just shook my head and turned and hurried
from the room.

The next class was at least an interesting distraction from my
problems. Mr. Edwards' class is always fascinating and it always
ends too soon.

At the last bell, I rose carefully from my seat. I started out
the door when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I jumped, startled,
and turned around. It was Mr. Edwards with a look of concern on
his face.

The fact that he cared, and that he saw that something was wrong
touched me. Still, I couldn't say anything. Nobody would believe
me. I tried to smile at him, but I am sure that he saw the tears
in my eyes as I hurried out.

I went to my locker and grabbed my backpack and hurried home. I
dropped my backpack and went to the kitchen for a sandwich. I
hadn't eaten anything today and my stomach was getting queasy. I
made a sandwich and had a glass of ice water. 

When I had eaten I wrote another note out for Dad and left for
Jordan's house. I thought about changing clothes, but she had
already ruined this dress, so I figured I would wear this and
maybe keep her from ruining something else too.

I arrived at her house at about 3:30 and knocked softly. The door
was opened by Eric. He pulled me inside and put his arms around
me and said, "I heard that I missed an interesting afternoon
yesterday. I saw the pictures, but that just isn't the same, is
it?"

I shook my head and waited for him to let me go. He finally
released me and I went over to where Jordan was sitting. She
looked up and smiled sweetly and said, "As soon as you're ready
we can get started."

I looked around. There were more people today. The same ones that
were here yesterday were here. In addition, Eric, Owen and Paige
were here, all with excited looks on their faces.

I unfastened the remaining buttons on my dress and stepped out of
it. Then I took the pad from Jordan and started asking her
questions. The stupid bitch got more of them wrong than she had
yesterday!

I went over them with her and she went back to studying while I
was again tasked with entertaining the guys.

Kevin stood up and undressed and grabbed an afghan off of the end
of the couch. He handed it to me and told me to open it up and
spread it out in the middle of the floor.

I did as he instructed and then he helped me to lay down on it. I
lay there, tense and scared as he stretched out beside me. He lay
on his side facing me and started running his fingers over my
body, gently, teasing me. 

Much to my dismay, it was having the desired effect. All
yesterday afternoon I had felt nothing but fear and
embarrassment. Today I noticed a difference. I was enjoying the
attention he was paying to my body, although every time I looked
up and saw his smug, arrogant expression it kind of killed the
mood.

For a long time he traced my breasts, my nipples, then his
fingers moved slowly down across my stomach to my tight, virgin
slit. His touch was soft and erotic. I didn't want to feel those
feelings he was causing, but I couldn't help it.

Just when I thought I could cope with the erotic sensations,
Kevin dipped down and started teasing my nipple with his lips and
tongue, first one, then the other, kissing and sucking and
licking and even gently biting down on them. I could only close
my eyes and track the electric shocks he was causing as they shot
down those nerve pathways from my nipples, straight to my clit. I
was pretty sure that if he were to insert his finger into my
vagina this afternoon, it would not be dry.

Kevin began kissing his way down my stomach, over my flat belly,
past where I used to keep my pubic hair, until his tongue began
tracing lightly over my slit.

He had worked his body down as well and had insinuated it between
my legs, spreading them widely. His tongue began working
skillfully at my virgin pussy and the feelings were totally
irresistible. I was putty in his hands now. Or perhaps, putty
under his tongue?

As he worked at me with his tongue, his fingers continued to move
lightly over my stomach and my thighs and I began to feel my hips
lift and move of their own volition. I seemed to have no control
over them. I was in the most horrible situation of my life, and I
had never been more excited, or more aroused.

I had masturbated a few times. I did not do it often. I felt
guilty when I did. I suppose that I did not do it well, for I had
never in my life experienced what I was experiencing now at
Kevin's hands. I was reasonably sure that the next step would be
for him to take my virginity. I am so very embarrassed to have to
admit, I was ready. I wanted it. I had to bite my lip to keep
from yelling at him to take me!

I felt my orgasm approaching. I was almost totally unaware of the
camera now, and the large audience. As impossible as it seems, my
entire focus was on my approaching orgasm, and when it came, it
was wonderful!

I heard myself cry out and I was vaguely aware that I had wrapped
my fingers in Kevin's hair and was holding his face tight to my
body. It wasn't until that waive of pure pleasure washed over me
and I started to relax that I had the presence of mind to be
embarrassed.

I released my grip on his hair and he looked up and smiled at me.
Then he started kissing his way back up my stomach until he was
over me and kissing my lips. 

I felt his cock throbbing against my stomach, touching
occasionally on my wet slit and causing small shocks of pleasure
to course through me. 

He stared down at me and when I looked up at him to see what he
was waiting for he said, "Put it in. Take my cock in your hand
and put the head of it in your hot cunt."

I obeyed without hesitation. I reached down and put my hand
around his cock. It was amazing that it could be so hard, yet so
soft at the same time. I felt the heat almost burning my hand as
I guided him to me and nestled the head of his cock in my
drooling slit.

I felt him enter me, slowly. Just a little at first. I felt my
slit being spread and stretched open by his large cock. I felt
him move a couple of inches of his cock in and out of me, slowly,
teasingly, and I heard my animal cries for release. 

He continued that gentle motion, invading only the first couple
of inches of my body with his hard cock. He stopped each time,
just short of my hymen. I was going crazy. Finally I could stand
it no more and I screamed at him, "GOD DAMN YOU, FUCK ME!!"

And he did. He dropped down, his entire weight behind his
thrusting cock, and he tore me open. I screamed again, in pain
this time. He stopped immediately, his hot, hard cock buried to
the hilt in my body.

I had my arms wrapped around his shoulders, holding him tight and
I shivered as the wave of pain washed over me and then
diminished. It had hurt, but I realized that it hadn't been that
bad, though I wouldn't want to go through it again.

He bent down and kissed my lips, and I could almost taste the
urgency in him. He waited for a moment, as my shock passed, and
then he moved again, slowly, tentatively, as he judged my
reaction. 

The first few movements were unpleasant. Even so, I was still
highly aroused and I really needed him to fuck me. I felt the
pain dying down and I started moving my hips up to meet him now.


As I moved I was whispering, "Oh yeah, that's good. Now Kevin!
It's okay. NOW! FUCK ME." At least I started out whispering, by
the time I got to FUCK ME! I was yelling again.

I started having one orgasm after another, long before Kevin
decided to join me. I was having orgasms still as he finally
filled my clasping pussy with my first load of male cum. 

He tensed up and put his head down and bit my shoulder, hard, and
I loved it. He came, shivering, his cock throbbing in my no
longer virgin channel, and then he rested over me on his arms for
a moment with his eyes closed, breathing hard, almost panting.

I lay under him awash in a sea of sexual sensations, totally
oblivious to what was going on around me. I was able to focus
only on the incredible sensations my body was experiencing for
the first time. 

Kevin finally pulled out of me and I continued to lay there with
my eyes closed and my mind blank, until I felt someone else
moving into position over me. 

I opened my eyes and saw Eric, smiling down at me. It was an evil
little smile. He didn't talk to me, he didn't touch me, he didn't
concern himself with how sore I might be, having just lost my
virginity. All he cared about was that he missed out on using me
yesterday; he was going to make up for it today. 

He moved his body around for a moment until he was lined up, and
then he drove his cock into me violently. I groaned in pain, and
he seemed to like the sound of it. He started stroking in and out
of me, each stroke as violent as the last. Thankfully he was not
much more blessed with stamina than chuck had been yesterday. He
came very quickly, and very loudly, and alone. I didn't feel a
thing. Or at least I didn't feel anything good.

After he had gotten his breath, Eric got up on his knees and
straddled my body. He walked up on his knees until his soft cock
was dangling at my lips. I saw the camera, less than two feet
away as he made me open my mouth and suck his slimy cock clean. I
gagged a little, but it didn't bother him in the least.

He slid his cock in and out of my mouth several times after I had
sucked him clean. Then he said, "Once I get a little rest I want
that blowjob I missed out on yesterday, cunt."

Are all jocks pricks?

I lay flat on my back after Eric got up. I felt the hot cum of
two boys flowing out of my sore pussy. I knew that I still had
four boys to go. 

Someone threw me a towel and I used it to wipe my messy crotch
with. Then I set it aside, I knew I would need it again soon.

Owen, the other boy that had missed out on the fun yesterday was
standing over me looking down now. He was naked already and he
stood over me, an arrogant look on his face, and he used his toe
to manipulate my sore pussy. 

He dropped to his knees between my legs. He lifted my legs and
spread them and looked at my red, swollen pussy, and pronounced,
"Looks like she might be able to handle one more."

Then he looked me in the eye and said, "How about it cunt, you
got one more fuck left in you?"

I just lay there staring up at him. I didn't say anything, but
I'm pretty sure he must have seen the expression of revulsion in
my face. If he cared at all it just made it that much more
pleasant for him.

He pushed my legs up and forced them down against my breasts. I
felt my pussy open up and I really felt like I was on display
now. I saw that Eric had the camera now and he came in for a
close-up of Owen slowly driving his hard cock into me.

It seemed to hurt more in this position. That's probably why he
did it. The prick! I stared up at him as he fucked me every bit
as violently as Eric had. Just like with Eric before him, I felt
nothing but pain and discomfort.

He also made me clean him with my mouth, just like Eric had. 

Chuck, Gary and Bryan followed in rapid succession. I was pretty
much just a limp dishrag for Chuck and Gary. Things started to
pick up when Bryan fucked me with his fat cock. Even as sore as I
was, if he had lasted a little longer I might have cum again. He
didn't though, and I was glad. I hated to cum for them, to
surrender that much of myself in front of them.

After all of the boys had fucked me, Jordan asked me if I was
using birth control. I shook my head and said, "I didn't need to.
I wasn't fucking anyone, and didn't plan to."

That seemed to make the guys nervous. Jordan said, "I'll take you
to the clinic tomorrow and get you on the pill."

She told the guys that she needed to study for real now and she
chased them out of the house.

I went over the test with her again and she did a little better
this time, but she still was guessing more than anything else. I
started all over with the things she didn't get, trying to make
her understand. I seemed to be making progress when Paige said,
"Jordan, it's after five."

Jordan looked over at Paige and said distractedly, "Yeah,
alright. Go ahead. I'll read over this some more."

I was sitting on the coffee table in front of Jordan when this
exchange took place. Paige stood up and slid her panties down and
pulled her skirt up to her waist. She smiled at me and beckoned
me closer with her finger.

I realized instantly what she had in mind and I froze. The smile
was leaving her face and she said, "Got damn it, cunt, get over
here and get on your knees, now!"

I started to shake my head when out of nowhere I felt a stinging
slap to my face. I gasped in pain and turned to look at Jordan. 

"Don't you ever say no to my friends, you stupid cunt! You are so
fucking stupid! I can't believe you are an 'A' student! Don't
stare at me like that! Get down on your god damn knees like Paige
told you!"

I looked back at Paige and saw that the smile was back on her
face. I saw Kelly sitting nearby with a look of awe on her face.
I saw Jordan look up from her pad and I knew that I couldn't put
it off any longer. I dropped to my knees and moved the short
distance to where Paige sat with her legs spread wide.

I looked at her obviously wet pussy and then up at her face. I
said, "I have never done this, I don't know what to do."

Paige got a look of exasperation on her face and said, "You
really are a stupid cunt, aren't you? Just do what Kevin did to
you! Now get busy."

I moved cautiously between her thighs. I noticed instantly the
smell of her arousal. I noticed that it was different than the
smell of the boys. It wasn't unpleasant, the smell I mean. It was
just the idea of what I was being ordered to do that was
repugnant.

I finally steeled myself and began kissing her, kissing her
stomach and her thighs, circling all around her pubic area. Then
I started licking all around her pussy, until there was no place
else to go. 

I kissed her pussy lightly. She was very wet and I paused to lick
my lips and taste her juices. I was relieved to find that it
wasn't at all unpleasant. It was easier on the palette than all
of the boy's cum that I had been forced to swallow these last two
afternoons.

I began kissing her more enthusiastically, and then I started
licking her slit. I licked all around, scooping up her juices and
digging my tongue into her for more. I may not have known what I
was doing, but she was certainly enjoying it. She came twice
before I even started paying attention to her clit. 

That was when it started to get painful for me. Paige grabbed my
hair and started pulling and thrusting her hips up and screaming
loudly. I was sucking and licking her clit and the juices were
simply pouring out of her. 

She finally couldn't take anymore and pushed me away. I rested
between her legs for a moment and then started to move away. She
stopped me before I could get up and instructed me to clean her
just like I did for the boys, but to avoid her clit which was
very sensitive.

So I licked up the juices that had run out of her and then she
pushed me away again. I sat up on my heels and looked over to see
Jordan watching in fascination. When I looked up she just shook
her head and went back to studying for her exam.

I was finally allowed to dress and go home. Before I left I was
reminded to check my email and Jordan suggested I prepare
something to wear to school tomorrow. Her last words as I was
leaving, though, were what sent shivers down my spine. 

"Tell your Dad you are going to stay over at my house tomorrow
night. Trust me bitch, you better pray I pull a 'B' on this
fucking test tomorrow, or it will be the worst fucking night of
your god damn life!"

"Oh," she said, "all you need to bring is a toothbrush and the
dress you wear to school tomorrow."

I got home and walked into my house. I was terrified that my
father would see me like this. Fortunately he was in the garage
and didn't even know I was home until I had washed my face and my
crotch and put on some shorts and a t-shirt.

I came back out and asked him if he wanted anything in particular
for supper. He didn't, so I made a quick supper and we ate
another quiet meal. He kept asking me how I was getting along
with Jordan and I had to make things up. Which reminded me, and I
asked him if I could stay at her house tomorrow night. I wanted
him to say no, but I knew that if he did I would have to use my
feminine wiles on him, so I guess I was relieved when he said
sure. He even seemed happy that I was making a good friend, if he
only knew.

I still had my homework to do, so I cleaned up the kitchen and
went to my room. I didn't have much though, and it didn't take
long. I had papers due in English Literature and History, but
they weren't due for another week, and they were both already
done and had been checked by my dad. 

I finished my homework and then, as I was getting ready for bed I
eyed my computer nervously. I finally gave in to the curiosity
and turned the monitor on and checked my email. 

On a busy day I may get three emails. I had two dozen today. Some
of them were very large. As soon as they were downloaded I
started opening them. They started out just like yesterday, with
my strip show. A lot of them were of me with Kevin, and they
brought back some exciting memories.

Some of them were one large picture. Some of them were as many as
a half a dozen smaller pictures. Two of them were movies. It
disturbed me to realize that, when I had finished viewing
everything, I was really turned on. 

I couldn't believe it! I had just been gang raped, and the
pictures of it were turning me on! I wasn't happy with what I was
becoming. 

I was just about to get in bed when I remembered that I needed to
pick out something to wear tomorrow. I thought I might save
myself some wear and tear on my clothing if I wore a skirt and
when I got to school I could roll it up to a compromise length,
somewhere between what I had started out with yesterday and what
I had ended up with after Jordan had taken her scissors to my
dress.

I picked out a nice, Kelly green miniskirt and a blouse that was
substantial enough to disguise the fact that I was not wearing a
bra. Then I went to bed.

I got up on time the next morning and managed to take a shower
before my dad left for work. He tapped at my door while I was
dressing and said that he would see me tomorrow. I had already
wiped the memory of my impending sleepover out of my mind. I
shuddered at the thought, but tried to put a smile in my voice
and said goodbye to my dad. 

I had a light breakfast, water and yogurt. Then I watched the
clock until it was time to leave. Before this all started I used
to go in early and talk to people and go to my homeroom and sit
around and get ready for class. Now I delayed arrival until the
last possible moment.

When the clock indicated that it was that 'last possible moment',
I left the house and walked to school. I paused at the entrance
to the school grounds and, as discretely as possible, I rolled
the waistband of my skirt up several inches. It wasn't as short
as what I had ended up with yesterday, but it was as short as I
was willing to make it on my own.

As I walked toward the school I saw people around me watching and
obviously talking about me. I guess word about my dress yesterday
had spread. Either that, or word about what was happening to me
after school was getting out. 

I tried to ignore it and I walked quickly to my locker. I got out
the book for my first class and as I shut my locker I could
almost feel Jordan standing behind me. I just knew she was there.
It was like I had developed Jordan radar lately. I turned around
slowly and waited for her to comment. 

She looked me over and said, "The skirt is a little long, but
I'll let it go. I don't care for the granny blouse though.

She reached into her purse and handed me her scissors. "Give me
two buttons," she said, "then let me see."

I sighed and put my books between my legs and held them tight. I
took the scissors and cut off the two buttons she asked for. One
of them, the second one, was below the level of my breasts. 

She reached up and puffed up my collar, spreading my blouse open,
much to the amusement of the handful of guys standing around
watching in disbelief.

I looked down and saw that the amount of cleavage was about the
same as yesterday. Not that it mattered. I wouldn't have been
able to complain if my nipples were on display.

I had to let her humiliate me in any way that amused her. The
alternative was just not to be considered. I couldn't let them
get my dad in trouble.

Jordan went off down the hall and I checked to make sure that I
had locked my locker and headed for my first class. As I moved
down the packed hall I frequently felt hands groping my ass, some
reaching down below my hemline and moving up to touch my bare
flesh. I ignored them and walked as fast as the crowd in front of
me would allow.

Except for all of the groping, the day seemed to go a little
smoother than yesterday. I didn't have Kevin baring my ass on the
stairs. Eric didn't grope my breasts in front of the people in
homeroom at lunch time.

After Biology class, as I was getting ready to leave, Jordan
whispered, "Wait for me after school."

I went to my History class and then, when it was over, I got my
backpack and waited out on the front steps. Kevin was waiting
too. He sat down near me and put his hand on my bare thigh. While
we were waiting Bryan came out and joined us and groped my other
thigh. As they molested me they pulled my legs apart, displaying
my pussy to the few remaining students who bothered to turn
around for a second look at my legs on their way out of the
school. More than one of them nearly went for a hard fall as they
realized that they were looking at my naked, hairless pussy.

Jordan finally came out in about forty minutes. She was smiling
and she hugged Kevin and turned to me and said, "You are one
lucky bitch! I'm almost disappointed. I had some fun things
planned for you if I didn't get a 'B'.

She led and we followed to Kevin's car. I had forgotten that I
was going to go to a clinic for birth control pills today. The
car pulled up in the parking lot and Jordan said, "Come on, get
out slut."

I got out but I said to Jordan, "Jordan, I don't know what to say
to them. This is too embarrassing."

"Don't worry about it," she said, "I have it covered."

We went inside and approached the desk. Jordan asked to see a Mr.
Irving and, after a short wait, we were called up and let to his
office. We entered and the nurse shut the door. 

The young man behind the desk stood up and said, "Hey Jordan.
How's it going?"

"Not so bad," she said. "This is Sara, the girl Kevin told you
about."

Jordan ordered me to stand up and Mr. Irving looked at me and
said, "Very nice."

Then he asked me, "You're only sixteen?"

I nodded.

Apparently those were the magic words. Jordan ordered me to take
my clothes off and in thirty seconds I was on my knees sucking
this guy's cock. He lasted only slightly longer than the teenage
boys who had been my only experience so far. In only ten minutes
or so he tensed up and grabbed my head and filled my mouth with
cum.

I was allowed to stand and, after he handed Jordan my new
prescription for birth control pills, I was told to dress and we
left.

We got back in Kevin's car and he drove straight to Jordan's
house. The whole process had taken only fifteen minutes. I
wondered what time Jordan's parents came home from work. I was
expecting to be molested and abused until then. It was still
pretty early, only a few minutes after four.

Once we had gone inside and, at Jordan's insistence I had
undressed, I asked her why I had to keep coming to her house. She
had gotten her 'B'. There was nothing else that I could do for
her now.

"Why, don't be silly Sara, you can amuse me!" she said. "I have
really enjoyed your company over the last few days. I know that
it didn't seem like I was paying much attention. I was though. I
was enjoying it very much. I never realized how exciting it could
be to own someone."

"Now," she continued, "while I go get out of these school
clothes, why don't you give Kevin one of your special after
school blowjobs."

Kevin saved me the trouble of struggling with his jeans. He
slipped his jeans and shorts off and sat down with his legs
spread and just waited patiently.

I took the few steps to stand in front of him and then I dropped
to my knees. I still vividly remembered the last time I had
sucked his cock. It had been my first time. I followed his
instructions from the first time and soon his cock was rock hard
and my head was bouncing up and down in his lap. 

He wasn't satisfied with the things I did last time. This time he
wanted more. This time, as he guided my head up and down his
shaft, he started talking to me in that calm, arrogant, in-charge
voice he uses on me. "It's time to try something new again, Sara.
That first blowjob was pretty good, for a first blowjob. But you
have gotten a lot of practice now and it is time to add to your
repertoire. I want you to try something on your down strokes.  I
am going to start applying a little pressure and you swallow and
let's see if you can get that hard cock of mine down your throat.
I'm not that big, you should be able to handle me."

Easy for him to say! I was scared, but I had long since given up
resisting anything these people told me to do. I always lost. As
long as they had that hold over me I would always lose.

I started trying to swallow as I moved my mouth down over his
cock. That is harder than it sounds. It is difficult to swallow
when you can't close your jaw. Try it!

I made the effort though, and it actually seemed to affect my gag
reflex. I was taking his cock all the way into the back of my
mouth now without gagging. Still, I could not quite get those
last few inches. I couldn't force his cock into my throat.

He saw that I wasn't going to be able to do it. So, gentleman
that he is, he gave me a helping hand. On my next down stroke he
pulled on my head, suddenly, forcing my mouth all the way down on
his cock. 

I panicked at first but he yelled at me. "You can breathe, relax,
you stupid cunt. Breathe through your nose."

I stopped fighting him and when I calmed down I realized that I
wasn't going to die. It hurt though. It hurt a lot.

I got used to having his swollen cock in my throat and he told me
to start doing that on every down stroke. 

I didn't think I could, but I tried again. The first time I
couldn't. It still wouldn't go. He helped me again on the next
stroke and it went, and soon I was doing it on my own. I didn't
like it. It hurt. He must have liked it. He must have liked it a
lot, because soon he grabbed my head and held on and shot his cum
right down my throat.

I realized that if I could get over the pain there was a definite
advantage to doing it this way. I didn't taste a thing!

I finally pulled my head away and sat up. I looked right up into
the lens of the movie camera. Bryan and Chuck had come in and I
had been so wrapped up in giving Kevin his blowjob that I hadn't
even heard them.

They were both amazed at my newfound skill, and anxious to try me
out. Fortunately I got to take Chuck first. I was definitely not
looking forward to doing this with Bryan's big, fat cock.

Chuck slipped his pants off and sat down on the sofa. I edged
over between his legs and soon I was providing him with the same
service that I had just given Kevin. His cock was slightly
smaller, but my throat was sore, so the difficulty factor was
about the same.

Chuck still was not big on self control and didn't last very long
at all. As soon as I sat up and swallowed the first couple of
spurts of cum which had gone into my mouth instead of my throat,
Bryan handed Chuck the camera and I went to work again.

It was noticeably more difficult with Bryan. I struggled with it
though and he was kind enough to apply force to my head until his
cock finally slid painfully into my throat. When I had finally
managed to force his thicker cock painfully down into my throat
it was more difficult to breath. Once the barrier was broken
though, I noticed that the actual process of taking it down my
throat was getting easier. Even though my throat hurt, I still
preferred having the boy's cum go straight down my throat without
having to taste it.

When I had finished servicing the three boys, Jordan, who had
been watching in fascination, said, "Guys, we need to get this
cunt some new clothes. I don't see any sense in spending any
money on her skanky ass. So I was thinking, we should have her
make some money for us, say $100, tonight, and tomorrow we can
take her to Goodwill and buy her some outfits more appropriate to
her present position in society. What do you think?"

The guys all seemed to think that that was an interesting idea
but they wanted to know how I was going to earn $100 tonight. I
did too.

Jordan smiled and said, "I was thinking we could take her over to
that strip club on Madison in Bryan's van. Catch a half dozen
guys coming out of the club horny and sell them a piece of her
ass, or one of her new special blowjobs."

I felt the blood drain from my face and I squealed, "Jordan!
Please, I'm doing everything you tell me to do. Please, god don't
do that, I'm begging you!"

Jordan smiled and said, "Don't be silly, Sara. It isn't anything
that you haven't already done. Don't worry. You won't have to do
any of the sales work. We'll take care of the hard part. All you
have to do is put out. Okay?"

"Jordan, please, no!!" I begged. There was a tightness in my
chest though, because I knew that it was going to happen. 

The boys had all gotten dressed again and we were all sitting
around, with me the only one in the room naked. Kelly showed up a
little after five and when she heard about the plans for the
evening she looked a little skeptical, but she didn't try to
argue with Jordan. I had noticed that no one argued with Jordan.
Her authority seemed to be absolute. 

I got a big shock at six when Jordan's parents came home. I heard
a loud noise out front and then it got quiet. Everyone in the
room was staring at me as if they were waiting for me to do
something. I had a bad feeling about this.

The front door opened and in came a biker and a biker chick. They
were dressed the part too. Jordan got up and went over and gave
them a both a hug and then ordered me to stand up and come over
and meet them.

Jordan introduced me proudly to her parents! They both looked me
over and Jordan's father explored my body briefly with one rough
hand. Neither one spoke to me directly. They seemed quite proud
of Jordan though, and thought she had great taste in slaves.

I was so shocked that I couldn't speak. 

Jordan's mother went into the kitchen to start supper and her
father stayed in the living room and asked Jordan what her plans
for me were. She told them about her plans for tonight, selling
my ass to buy some slutty new clothes.

He obviously approved. 

When Jordan boasted to him that I had just learned to deepthroat
he asked if he could try me out.

She hugged him and said, "Sure daddy! You can use her skanky ass
any time you want!"

I thought I was shocked before. Mr. Stewart stood up and dropped
his pants, right there in front of his daughter and everybody.
Then he sat back down. I had a bad feeling about this. His soft
cock was significantly larger than any of the other three I had
forced down my throat so far.

Mrs. Stewart came back into the room and watched, smiling, as I
forced myself to kneel between Mr. Stewart's thighs. Besides the
size of his organ I noticed one other difference right away. I
didn't know what he did for a living, but it was obviously a job
that involved manual labor. I could smell the sweat from a day's
work on him. 

I groaned in despair as I reached out and started stimulating him
with my hand for a moment, giving him a chance to air out. Then,
with everyone watching eagerly, I lowered my lips to his balls
and started licking. 

I licked and sucked his balls clean, and then I licked my way up
the shaft of his quickly hardening cock. It was nearly erect now,
and it was scary. It was at least eight inches long and much
thicker than even Bryan's cock.

I fit it into my mouth and started working my tongue along the
underside as I dipped down and started taking him into my mouth a
little at a time. I took it a little deeper with each stroke. I
was pretty sure that I could do it, but I knew it was going to
hurt. I knew that I would not be able to breathe with that thing
in my throat, like I could with Kevin.

He watched me working more and more of his cock into my mouth and
Mrs. Stewart came over and knelt on the floor beside his chair
and leaned on the arm of the chair and stared in amazement as I
started taking his cock down my throat. 

I was right. It was painful. I could only take comfort from the
fact that at least he wasn't using his hands, forcing me. I could
time the strokes and my breaths. 

He began to caress my face and my hair and he was really getting
into it. Mrs. Stewart reached down and put one of my hands on his
balls and said, "Tickle them, he likes that."

Yeah, thanks for the help, bitch! I did as she instructed and I
guess it was to my benefit. He started moaning and he tensed up
and pulled my head down tight into his crotch and I felt his cock
throb as he sprayed his cum down my throat.

I was desperate for air by the time he finally let me go. I
backed off and sat up on my heels and gasped for air. He looked
at me, once he had gotten his breath and calmed down, and he
said, "Girl, that was just about the best blowjob I ever had! How
long has a cute little thing like you been sucking cock?"

I managed to croak out, "Since Wednesday. I was a virgin until
Wednesday."

I don't know what I expected, but it wasn't that he would look at
Jordan with a look of pride in his eyes and tell her what a good
girl she was.

Mrs. Stewart stood up and asked Jordan if I had eaten her pussy
yet. 

Jordan said, "No, I'm not really into that with girls. She ate
out Paige yesterday and Paige said she did a good job."

Jordan's mother said, "Oh honey, don't knock it if you haven't
tried it. Since she is staying over tonight, you should give her
a chance. Having another girl between your thighs is a pretty
pleasant experience. I know you would enjoy it."

Jordan looked like she was thinking it over, and then she said,
"Okay mom, I'll think about it. Any time you want to use her,
feel free."

Mrs. Stewart smiled and said, "Thanks hon."

Jordan offered to show her Dad the movies of me that they had
made the last two days. So that was what we did for the next half
hour, until supper was ready. Then there was a pause while the
Stewarts and Kelly filled their plates and came back to the
living room and sat down and they ate their evening meal while
they watched me being taught to suck cocks for the first time and
then getting fucked for the first time. I was offered something
to eat, but my throat was too sore.

By the time supper was over, all of the guys wanted to fuck me. I
was relieved when Jordan told them they would have to wait. She
wanted me nice and fresh for the drunk, horny old men that she
was going to sell me to at the strip club.

We waited until eight o'clock to leave. Kevin and Jordan couldn't
wait, so they went back to her bedroom and made love before we
left. 

I could just imagine my father's reaction if I tried doing that
at my house! Jordan has some strange home life!

A couple of the guys tried to talk Kelly into doing something,
but she just smiled and said, "Yeah, you wish!"

Jordan came out and got me and pulled me back to her very messy
bedroom before we left. She went through her clothes and made me
put on a micro miniskirt and a tiny crop top that said, "All
Aboard!" across the front.

When I was more or less dressed I was dragged back through the
living room. I managed to slow her down long enough to slip my
shoes back on, and then all six of us went out and piled into
Bryan's van and he took off.

I ended up sitting with Chuck on the rear seat. He guided my hand
to his cock, still safely tucked away in his pants, and then he
put his arm around me and pulled my top up over my tits and
played with them all the way to our destination.

Bryan parked not far from the door of the strip club. He climbed
into the back and folded the seat that Chuck and I had been
sitting on down into a bed. He covered it with an old blanket and
said to Jordan, "Okay, ready."

I wasn't ready! I was scared to death.

We all got out of the van and stood in the light, not far from
the door. I was ordered to stand by myself near the van. 

It wasn't long before someone came out of the club. I watched in
horror as Jordan talked quietly to the man and pointed me out.
They talked for a few minutes and Jordan led him over to me and
lifted my top up to my neck. Then she lifted my skirt up to my
waist.

 I stood there, totally exposed before yet another stranger, in a
public parking lot, and listened as Jordan sold me to him for
sex.

He handed Jordan some money and I was ordered to finish
undressing before taking him into the van and sucking his cock.

I handed Jordan my top and my skirt and then I opened the van
door and climbed in. The stranger's hands were holding tightly
onto my ass as he followed me inside.

He stood by the bed in the back and dropped his pants and his
underwear. It didn't look like it would be so bad. His cock was
no bigger than Kevin's, and he was not nearly as sweaty and
smelly as Mr. Stewart had been.

The man sat down on the seat and leaned back on his elbows and
watched. 

I moved between his legs and started kissing and licking. It
seemed to take him a very long time to get hard. And then, even
with my best deepthroat, it took him a very long time to cum. But
finally it was over and he sat up and then got to his feet and
pulled his pants back up. I followed him back outside, but this
time Jordan didn't let me dress. 

She asked me what the hell took me so long. I didn't know what to
say but Bryan explained that alcohol can make guys take a long
time to reach orgasm. 

Great, just what I needed!

It wasn't long before the strip club door opened again and two
men came out this time. These guys were younger, early twenties,
and they were only a little drunk. They let Jordan give them the
sales pitch, and all the time they were all over me with their
rough hands. 

They kept mauling my breasts and fingering my pussy and even
sticking a finger up my ass until they finally had to admit to
Jordan that they were broke.

Jordan swore at them and they laughed all the way to their cars.

Not long after, another man came out. He was older, perhaps early
fifties. He was wearing a suit, and didn't seem as drunk as the
others had been. He listened to Jordan's sales pitch for a few
minutes and looked me over closely. 

He made Jordan a counter offer. He would give her $200 if we
would give him a ride to his hotel room and let him have me in
his room for two hours.

Jordan didn't even think about it! "Done!" she exclaimed.

We all piled into the van and Bryan drove us to the hotel. This
time I was sitting in back, naked, with my new customer. He was
looking me over closely, but surprisingly, he didn't touch me.

Bryan parked the van right in front of the room and, after
looking around to make sure that no one was around, I was led
naked to the man's room.

I sat on the bed and while he slowly undressed he asked me about
myself. He wanted to know my name, and I was dumb enough to tell
him my real name. I also told him my real age, which really put a
light in his eyes.

He was slightly overweight, but not fat. He looked like he had
once been very muscular, but didn't exercise any longer. His cock
was nearly as large as Mr. Stewart's had been. 

He stretched out on his side on the bed and he pulled me down
beside him. He explored my body with his hands while he kissed
me, gently at first, a nice kiss, or at least it would have been
if he were not forty years too old! 

Soon the kiss was getting more passionate and the hands more
invasive. I was surprised when I realized that my pussy was wet.
When he worked his fingers into my pussy they slid in easily, and
I realized that I was starting to enjoy these feelings. I hated
this situation. I hated what Jordan was making me do. Still, I
couldn't deny that being forced to be naked in front of people,
lots of people, and being forced to submit to strange men, to let
them have access to the most intimate part of my body, it was
starting to get to me. I guess Jordan was starting to warp my
brain.

As we kissed I reached down and began playing with his now hard
cock. He groaned as I gripped it and then he rolled over onto his
back and asked me to suck it for him. 

I got up on my knees and did my new trick, and he really liked
it. He groaned in pleasure and said, "Holy shit, baby, I was just
going to let you suck it for a few minutes, but damn that feels
good! Go ahead, darling, go for it!"

I reached my fingers up the way Mrs. Steward had shown me and I
tickled his balls while I took the stranger's cock down my
throat. He was getting louder and his body was tossing around so
much I was having trouble following his cock around with my
mouth. 

In a few more minutes he tensed up and grabbed my head and I felt
his cock throb as he shot his hot cum down my throat. He relaxed
his grip on my head after a moment and I got a chance to rest for
a few minutes.

I pulled back and got some air, but left the tip of his cock in
my mouth and licked up the last few drops of cum.

I knew that he still had the use of my body for another hour and
a half, so I just waited for whatever he would order me to do
next. 

It turned out to be something that I wasn't prepared for.
Something I never even considered. He rolled over onto his
stomach and ordered me to lick my tongue up and down the crack of
his ass!

I'm sorry, but I had never even heard of anyone doing this to
someone else. It just sounded so gross! I wasn't even sure that I
could force myself to do that, but he had paid Jordan for me and
I had to do what I was told. I knelt between his legs and stared
at his butt for a moment, trying to work up the nerve. 

He must have gotten impatient though, because he started giving
me instructions. He ordered me to place my hands on the cheeks of
his ass and spread them. Then I was ordered to stick out my
tongue and lick the entire crack of his ass from bottom to top,
and then lick back down. 

I hesitated a few seconds longer. I took a deep breath. Finally I
leaned my head down to his ass and forced myself not to think
about what I was doing as I obeyed his instructions. I repeated
this several times and then he ordered me to concentrate on his
asshole. He ordered me to lick it and then stiffen my tongue and
fuck him with it.

It was horrible. I mean, he was clean and all, but still, it was
the grossest thing I could ever imagine. I was so disgusted with
what I was being forced to do that I had to fight to keep from
crying. As difficult as this onerous task was, I managed to do it
well enough to satisfy him. He must have really liked it because,
after I had done it for so long that my jaw hurt he turned over
and made me take his cock back into my mouth again.

This time though, he only wanted a few minutes of that before he
pulled me up and crawled over me and ordered me to guide his cock
to my pussy.

I lined the head of his cock up with my surprisingly wet hole and
felt him enter me slowly. I was really enjoying it too. He didn't
just plunge in and out like the boys did. He had this little move
he made every time he buried his cock in me that stimulated my
clit and I was embarrassed to find myself on the verge of an
orgasm in no time at all!

I bit down on his shoulder to keep from screaming and somehow I
found my arms wrapped around his back and my legs wrapped around
his legs, and I was humping back at him like a sex crazed nympho!


It felt so fucking good, and he lasted so long. I came three more
times before he finally shot my pussy full of cum and collapsed
on top of me.

He rolled off of me and I turned on my side and kissed him and
thanked him. Then we talked quietly for a while.

Before I left he let me clean up in his bathroom, then I offered
to suck him off again, but he smiled and said that it had been
years since he had come twice in one night. It was highly
unlikely that he could do it three times.

Just before I left he pulled a $100 bill out of his wallet and
tried to tip me. I smiled at him. It was really quite a
compliment, if you think about it. I thanked him but I explained
that I wouldn't be allowed to keep it. It was probably the first
time a hooker had turned down a large tip and he was really
surprised.

I kissed him goodbye and he checked to see that the coast was
clear. I ran out to the van and got in and we drove off. I hoped
that they were satisfied. I had made over $200 tonight. I didn't
know how much the first guy had paid them for the blowjob. I was
relieved when Bryan drove us back to Jordan's house. I had to
tell them everything that I had done while Bryan drove us home.
Chuck was eagerly exploring my body and now his fingers felt
pretty good as they moved in and out of me.

We all went inside and I had to service the boys again. They did
it differently this time. In the past, when they raped me, it had
always been one at a time. This time I was put on my hands and
knees and Kevin took me from behind while I sucked Chuck off and
Bryan had the camera going again.

After chuck came in my mouth, Kevin came in my pussy and made me
clean him with my tongue. Then Chuck took the camera from Bryan
and I was forced to suck Bryan off. 

Chuck had just started filming when Mr. Stewart came out to see
what was going on. He asked, "I see an open hole there, does
anyone mind if I plug it?"

Jordan laughed and said, "Oh Dad, I told you! Any time you want
her skanky ass you are welcome to it."

Mr. Stewart knelt between my feet and I felt him rubbing his
still soft cock up and down the crack of my ass. I could feel it
getting harder, but I was forced to concentrate more on taking
Bryan's fat cock down my throat. 

Still, when I felt Mr. Stewart's large cock sliding slowly into
my wet pussy it felt pretty damned good. 

I shuddered with pleasure and groaned around Bryan's cock, which
he really liked. I had already had three or four orgasms this
evening, much to my dismay. I was quickly building to yet
another. It felt like it was going to be a big one!

Soon I was losing concentration. Bryan was fucking my face now. I
no longer had to work to take him down my throat. That left me
free to enjoy the overpowering sensations I was receiving when
Mr. Stewart pounded his large cock into me from behind. 

To make things even nicer, Kevin reached under me and started
fingering my clit. That was all it took. I started screaming
around Bryan's cock and cumming violently. 

That set Bryan off and I had quickly swallowed all of his cum.
Then I was free to concentrate on the large cock that was fucking
me violently and the fingers that were making it that much
hotter. I started to cum again, only this time there was no cock
in my mouth and I screamed out loud. 

I was aware of everyone standing around watching and enjoying the
show, and that made it just that much hotter for me. I felt
Jordan's father grip my butt and slam into me several more times
with all of his strength and I felt him tense up and fill me with
another load of hot cum.

He stayed there, inside me, until he was soft. I wanted to
collapse to the floor. I had no strength left. But he held me up
and when he finally slid his soft, wet cock out of me he pulled
me around and made me clean him. He was a mess too. His cock and
his balls and his thighs were all covered in cum and my juices.
It took me several minutes to clean it all up.

Mr. Stewart watched me work on his slimy crotch and when he was
satisfied he kissed Jordan and thanked her and went back to bed.

The boys left soon after, and Jordan, Kelly and I went to
Jordan's bedroom. I stopped in the bathroom on the way and let
all of the accumulated cum drain out of me and then cleaned
myself up.

At first, not much happened. Jordan and Kelly were talking
between themselves. I was just a piece of property, after all.

I could hear them though. Jordan asked Kelly if she had ever done
anything with another girl. Neither of them had. Jordan's mother
had recommended it highly though, and they were both pretty
turned on after the events of the evening. They apparently
decided to give it a try. 

It was obvious that they were both embarrassed about doing it in
front of the other, but finally Jordan undressed and stretched
out on her bed with her legs spread wide and called me over.

It would not be my first pussy, of course. I had been forced to
eat Paige yesterday. I would never have done it of my own free
will, but I have decided that it wasn't all that bad. So I wasn't
looking forward to it, but I wasn't all that put out either.

I knew what she wanted in the broadest sense, of course, but I
didn't know exactly what she wanted. Did she want to be kissed
and touched, a little foreplay first, or did she just want me to
eat her pussy?

I moved over to the foot of the bed and Jordan just waited for me
to do something. So, I chose the course that seemed easiest to
me. Eat her pussy. Get it over with quickly. That seemed to be
just what she wanted. 

I licked all around her pussy, taking my time and doing it right.
It was obvious that she was very turned on. Her pussy was red and
swollen and there was a very distinct aroma of sexual arousal. It
wasn't unpleasant at all.

I was all too aware that I was the sex slave here, but I was
getting a real sense of power, watching her reactions to my
tongue and lips. She was really enjoying it, starting to lose
control quickly, in fact.

I started burrowing my tongue into her very wet pussy and when it
seemed like she couldn't take it any more I concentrated on her
clit, licking and sucking it and burying two of my fingers in her
hot, steamy pussy.

When she started cumming she clamped her legs down on me and
grabbed my hair and pulled. Hard! I found myself screaming in
pain, right into her cumming pussy, until she finally let go of
my hair.

I finally removed my fingers from her pussy and raised my head
and waited to see what was next.

Jordan lay panting on the bed for several minutes before she
finally sat up, unsteadily, and looked at Kelly. She seemed a
little uncomfortable. I think that she was embarrassed that she
had had such a great orgasm at the hands, and lips, of another
girl.

She said to Kelly, "Not bad, do you want to try it?"

Kelly smiled and said, "It looked a hell of a lot better than not
bad. Hell yes I want to try it!"

Jordan got to her feet and moved over to sit down in the chair
that Kelly had occupied. Kelly came over and sat down on the bed.
She looked at me and asked, "Yesterday, when you did this with
Paige, was that really your first time?"

I nodded.

"Do you like it? Do you enjoy eating a girl's pussy?" she asked.

"It isn't as bad as I thought it would be," I answered as
truthfully as I could. "I am having mixed feelings about a lot of
the things you guys are forcing me to do. I wouldn't be doing
them if Jordan wasn't blackmailing me. But I would be lying if I
said that I don't get excited sometimes. I came a half a dozen
times tonight."

She wouldn't accept that. She said, "You didn't answer the
question. Do you enjoy it, eating out another girl?"

"You were watching Jordan just now. You saw the effect that I had
on her. It is pretty amazing to be able to have that effect on
someone. It excites me. It would excite me more if it was
voluntary." I had answered as honestly as I could.

Kelly seemed to accept that. She started to lie back on the bed,
but then she moved over and told me to lie down beside her. 

I stretched out beside her and waited to see what she would want
next. 

She pulled me a little closer and our breasts were touching
gently. I had never felt another set of breasts against me like
that before. It was surprisingly erotic. She looked at me and
said softly, "I want you to make love to me. Kiss me all over,
like a guy, or a lesbian or something. You know what I mean."

I thought I did. I touched my lips to hers and kissed her softly.
She returned the kiss and soon we were holding each other close
and kissing like lovers. 

Conscious of her request, I began moving my free hand over her
body, caressing her breast, her back, her thighs, her ass. Then
back up to run my fingers through her hair and pull her closer. 

I finally broke the kiss and gently rolled her onto her back. I
started kissing her face, her cheeks, her ears, her eyes. I could
tell that she was enjoying it. I hated to admit it, but so was
I.

I moved down to her neck and kissed her there, then her shoulders
and finally her chest. I kissed all around her breasts, using my
hand too, teasing her, making her really want to be touched
there. 

Just having this much effect on her was like an aphrodisiac. I
was extremely turned on just from turning her on. It may have
helped that, of all the people in Jordan's crowd of perverted
friends, Kelly had been the nicest to me. I got the impression
that she disapproved of what Jordan was doing sometimes. She
never said anything to Jordan though.

Finally, as she strained her breasts up to meet my hands, I began
caressing one breast with my hand and licking and sucking and
finally biting the other. She was going nuts as I nipped and
pinched her nipples. Each time I would apply pressure to one or
both of her nipples, her hips would rise from the bed as if her
hot, swollen pussy were seeking desperately to be touched.

I moved my hand softly down over her flat stomach, nearing her
pussy, but not touching her, teasing her instead, torturing her.
I began following that same path with my lips and soon she was
making a soft whining noise, whimpering like a small child.

I kissed all around her pubic area for a short while. I didn't
think she would last much longer. I also teased her taut stomach
with my finger tips. I could tell she was about to explode. I
gently wedged myself between her thighs and kissed my way up her
thighs to her pussy.

This was only the third pussy I had eaten, so I can't say I am an
expert. But the amount of moisture flowing out of her tight,
pulsing slit was unbelievable. There was a large wet spot on the
bed that was going to piss Jordan off.

I finally started to concentrate on Kelly's pussy. I licked it
thoroughly and she couldn't lay still. She was getting louder and
louder and when I took her whole pussy into my mouth and massaged
her clit with my tongue she screamed. I mean she screamed her
head off! 

I heard a noise and Mr. Stewart had thrown the bedroom door open
to see who was being murdered. He looked in, smiled, then closed
the door and went back to bed.

Kelly had stopped screaming, but I was still sucking her pussy
and she was still having orgasms. It was several long moments
before she at last started winding down and I started just
kissing her lightly, all around her slit.

For at least the next two minutes, she just lay there saying, "Oh
my god!" over and over.

The worst thing about it was that I was pretty turned on right
now myself. Of course I didn't think anyone would be interested
in doing anything about that.

Jordan came over and sat on the side of the bed with a look of
astonishment on her face. She put her hand on Kelly's forehead
and said, "Are you alright?"

"God no!" she exclaimed breathlessly. "I'm most definitely not
alright! I think I can fly! Jesus H. Christ, Jordan! I have never
had an orgasm like that in my life! This girl is good!"

I was wiping the juices from my face and watching from the foot
of the bed. Jordan kept looking at Kelly, then at me like I was a
witch or something. 

Just as I expected, the next move was for them to go to sleep in
the two twin beds and me on the floor, with no relief. Jordan
took the bed without the wet spot.

Well, that was Jordan's plan anyway. Not long after the lights
were out and I could hear Jordan's heavy breathing, Kelly got out
of bed and came over to the corner where I had been generously
allowed to curl up on a couple of blankets. 

She reached out and took my hand and pulled me to my feet. She
led me to her bed and we lay there and kissed and cuddled for a
little while. Then, much to my amazement, she started kissing me
the way I had her, and working her way down my body. 

You have to remember that my total sexual experience had been
with Jordan's friends, or the dirty old men she sold me to
tonight. I may not have been kicking or screaming, but each time
it had been rape. Not one of them had ever made love to me. Well,
Kevin had come pretty close, but still, it had been for his
pleasure, not mine.

The touch of Kelly's soft lips and the sensuous touch of her
fingertips on my very excited body were pleasurable beyond my
power to describe to you. As she explored my body I fought with
all of my might to keep silent. I bit my lip, hard. I gasped and
panted, I fought mightily to keep from screaming out her name. 

When I finally came, and it didn't take long, it was almost
enough to make up for everything that I had gone through in the
last four days. Now I knew what it was people liked about sex,
about making love.

When I had come to the end of my earthshaking orgasm, Kelly had
worked her way back up my body, kissing me lightly, until our
faces met again. I kissed her and smiled and whispered "Thanks,"
softly in her ear. Then I licked her lips clean and we hugged
like lovers. 

I was startled when I looked over and saw Jordan, laying there
with her eyes wide open, watching us. I met her gaze for a
moment, but it was too dark. I couldn't see her face to tell what
she was thinking.

I started to get up and return to my corner to sleep, but Kelly
held me and said, "No, sleep here." Then she kissed me again and
turned over. I took her in my arms and held her and we cuddled
together until Jordan woke us up in the morning.

I was afraid of what she was going to say, or do. I was relieved
when she just smiled and said, "Hmm, looks like someone got
little more than their share last night."

I didn't know if she meant me or Kelly.

We took turns cycling through the shower, I was last of course.
Then they dressed, I wasn't allowed to, and we went out to the
kitchen. Jordan's parents weren't up yet and I was relieved about
that. It made me more uncomfortable to have adults around to
enjoy my humiliation, especially those two. 

We all pitched in and made breakfast and by the time the Stewarts
got up it was ready. My throat felt better this morning and I had
a small breakfast as well.

As we sat at the kitchen table eating and drinking coffee I found
that I was receiving a lot of attention from Jordan's parents. It
was making me nervous.

Mrs. Stewart turned to me and said, "My husband tells me you are
quite a talented young lady."

I wasn't the only one blushing at that. Kelly turned bright red
too.

I didn't know what to say. "Thank you," and "Yes, Mrs. Stewart, I
am a fantastic cunt eater," both seemed inappropriate.

As it turned out I didn't have to say anything. I had hesitated
long enough for Mr. Stewart to join the conversation. "I'm sorry
to embarrass you like that Kelly, but let's be honest. You were
about as close to heaven as you are ever going to get when I
opened that door last night."

Kelly giggled, still blushing furiously, and said, "I must admit,
no guy ever made me feel like that before. You don't suppose I'm
gay do you?"

Jordan said, "You looked pretty gay for a while there, but I
think Gregg will probably be able to talk you out of it."

So! Kelly does have a boyfriend! I was beginning to wonder. I
never saw her with anyone and she never mentioned a guy. 

Mr. Stewart turned to Jordan and asked, "Did you guys make enough
selling her ass last night to buy her some slut clothes?"

Jordan told the Stewarts all about my evening, which thanks to
the generosity of one traveling executive, was not nearly as long
and arduous as any of us had anticipated.

I finally found out that I had been paid $50 for my first blowjob
at the strip joint. Well, they had been paid $50. So I had earned
$250 last night. I now had to wonder what kinds of clothing that
was going to translate into. I had never been to the Goodwill
store. I didn't feel comfortable with the idea of wearing second
hand clothing. I didn't want someone else's clothes next to my
body. I guess it isn't so important any more. I am becoming a lot
more tolerant than I was a few days ago.

Mr. and Mrs. Stewart were both anxious to hear how I felt about
my night as a prostitute. I was quite happy to tell them just how
horrible it had been and how degraded I felt. I really had to
restrain myself. I wanted to tell them what I thought of their
daughter for making me do it. They were actually proud of their
daughter who was a blackmailer, and now a pimp! They really
needed to address their parenting skills, not to mention their
apparent total lack of morals.

I was smart enough to keep all of those thoughts to myself. I
knew it would only make things worse if I pissed them off.

Everyone sat back after breakfast and enjoyed watching me move
around in the nude as I cleaned up the kitchen and did the
dishes. When I was finished, Jordan stood up and told me to
follow her. She was going to find me something to wear to go
shopping in. 

Mrs. Stewart said, "Honey, I have some pretty slutty stuff, much
sluttier than you. Let's go to my room and see what we can
find."

Jordan smiled and said, "Sure Mom. Thanks."

Jordan led the way and Mrs. Stewart put her arm around my
shoulder and said, "Come on Sara, this will be fun!"

I was starting to realize what an airhead she was. So I suppose
Jordan had come by it honestly.

The Stewart's bedroom was nearly as messy as Jordan's. Not dirty,
just messy. There were clothes everywhere, and most of them did
indeed look pretty slutty.

It was obvious that Mrs. Stewart already had a top in mind. She
went to a drawer and dug down and pulled out a crocheted top and
held it up. There was a lot more air than crotchet. She held the
top up and I could see her through it plainly. Surely that thing
would be illegal. It might be fine for a motorcycle rally, but
around town! I didn't think so.

Jordan, however, loved it. She took it from her mother and while
her mother started looking for a skirt she remembered owning but
never having the nerve to wear, I was told to put the top on. 

I couldn't imagine a skirt that was so revealing that her mother
wouldn't wear it! That was terrifying.

I put on my new top, such as it was, and looked down. It was
obviously not made to be worn alone. It might have looked nice
over a chemise, a slip, even a pretty bra if you were the Madonna
type. From a distance it might look like I was wearing a top.
However, within twenty or thirty feet my breasts were plainly
visible. My nipples both jutted out through the large holes in
the crocheted pattern. 

Mrs. Stewart finally found the skirt she was looking for. She
held it up and Jordan squealed in delight when she saw it. I
didn't realize what was so special about it, except that it was
incredibly short, until Jordan took it from her mother and handed
it to me.

I held it up and realized it was more of a loincloth than a
skirt! There was a two inch wide elastic waist band holding the
front and rear panels together. I stepped into it and pulled it
up over my hips and there was a three inch gap on both sides. I
couldn't keep the waist of the skirt around my waist, the skirt
was too short. I had to slide it down lower on my hips so that it
my stomach was almost uncovered, but it would cover my pussy. I
reached around the back and discovered that nearly an inch of the
crack of my butt was exposed!

Jordan's mother pulled me over in front of her mirror and turned
me around slowly. It was excruciating to look at. I looked very
much like a streetwalker. I could see my breasts plainly, and
every move I made seemed to cause those small flaps on my new
loincloth to swing around and flip up, especially the rear flap.
From the side I could see the swell of the cheek of my butt when
I took a step!

Jordan and Mrs. Stewart both loved the look. Jordan said, "Come
on slut, lets go show Dad."

Before I reached the door, though, Mrs. Stewart grabbed my hand
and held me. She smiled at Jordan and said, "Sweetheart, could
you give us a few minutes alone?"

Jordan grinned and said, "I told you Mom, anytime you want her,
just say so."

Jordan went out and closed the door. Mrs. Stewart dropped her
shorts and sat on the side of the bed and pulled me over to stand
between her legs. She ran her hands over my nearly naked body and
said, "I understand that you are new at this sweetie, but I hear
that you have a real talent for it. I heard Kelly last night. So
loud that she woke us up! I want to feel what Kelly felt last
night."

I looked up at her. She was a brassy, bleached blonde. She looked
and acted like a biker chick. She was a biker chick. She was
about thirty-five years old and she had a good body. And as I
said, she was an airhead. 

I could have just gotten down on my knees and eaten her to a
pretty good orgasm, but that wasn't what she wanted. While I had
no particular desire to make love to her, I realized what the
difference had been last night between sex with Jordan and sex
with Kelly. I figured the best thing to do would be to do this
right. It wouldn't hurt to get on her good side.

I stepped back from her and took off my new slut outfit. Then I
leaned over her and pulled her top off and invited her to stretch
out on the bed. When she was ready I stretched out beside her and
began making love to her, just like I had to Kelly last night. 

She enjoyed it just as much as Kelly had, and just as vocally. I
was a little surprised when I realized that I kind of enjoyed it
too. I had the same reaction that I had last night to seeing the
power I had to bring pleasure.

As we lay together, hugging while Mrs. Stewart relaxed and got
her breath back, the door opened a few inches and I looked up to
see Mr. Stewart peeking in. 

Mrs. Stewart waived him in and as soon as he was inside she said,
"Oh god! Jay, she was fucking fantastic! I think I am going to
leave you for her."

Mr. Stewart smiled and said, "Okay, but if you leave me now you
can't go on the poker run today. Before you go, though, I think I
want another little piece of her sweet young ass."

Mrs. Stewart smiled at him and moved over a little. She
positioned me on my back and held me close. She moved her hand
down my stomach and explored my pussy for a moment. Then she
looked up at her husband and said, "It feels like she might enjoy
that, baby."

Then she looked down at me, kissed my cheek and asked me, "You
could use a good fuck right now, couldn't you Hon?"

I was a little surprised when I realized that, yes; a good fuck
right now would be very nice.

Mr. Stewart was staring down at me as he stripped quickly. He
smiled at his wife and said, "No offense baby, but I love this
'young stuff.' This little bitch is hot. I get hard every time I
look at her."

Mrs. Stewart said, "As long as I get most of those hardons, I got
no problem with you fucking a little 'young stuff' now and then.
Hell, I like her too."

Mrs. Stewart started kissing me and toying with my breasts while
her husband moved between my legs and started slowly filling my
pussy with his long, fat, hard cock. It felt very, very good. 

It had only been four days since I had been forced to become
sexually active. Only three days since I had lost my virginity
against my will. I had yet to have sex with anyone of my own free
will. Still, it was impossible to deny that I had enjoyed some of
the things that I had been forced to do, or had done to me. I was
enjoying this now. Only a statue could have resisted the overload
of sexual stimulation to nearly every part of my body. 

I soon found myself with one arm around Mrs. Stewart's neck, and
kissing her passionately, and my other arm around Mr. Stewart's
neck, holding him tightly and grinding my groin against him with
all of my might.

I screamed my way through several very nice orgasms, but my
screams were muffled by Mrs. Stewart's mouth. 

Mr. Stewart finally sped up and then tensed and I felt his cock
throb as he filled me with his cum. He stayed over me, resting on
his arms and looking down at his wife and me. He leaned down and
kissed us both several times before he pulled his soft cock out
of my very satisfied pussy.

He stood up and moved up beside my head and his wife encouraged
me to take him into my mouth and clean his cock and balls while
she kissed my shoulders and back and caressed my breasts gently.


I was starting to get used to doing this, cleaning up the guys
that had just fucked me. I had to admit, the extra stimulation
that I was getting from Mrs. Stewart really helped.

The Stewarts got up and got dressed and Mrs. Stewart suggested
that I take a quick shower. They live in a small house, two
bedrooms, and one bath. No master bathroom. So I went out into
the hall with my thighs dripping with my juices and Mr. Stewart's
cum.

I could see into the living room and I noticed that more people
had arrived. I could see Kevin and Eric and Bryan. I didn't know
who else was here. 

I hurried into the bathroom and took a quick shower. I dried off
and as I was drying myself I saw that someone had brought my new
outfit in and set it on the sink counter.

I put on my new holey top and loincloth and brushed my hair. I
had to go into Jordan's bedroom and dig out my toothbrush and
hairbrush. I used both, in the appropriate areas, and then I went
out to the living room. 

In addition to the guys I had already seen, I saw that Gary, Owen
and Paige were here. There was another guy that I didn't know. I
had seen him around school, but he wasn't in any of my classes. I
had never met him. 

Jordan was polite enough to introduce me to Kyle. I would find
out later that he was eighteen. That he was older was obvious. He
had stayed back several times and was still just a junior. He was
also very large, all over. Because of my status as a young girl
serving in sexual servitude, I couldn't help wondering if he was
really that big all over.

As I entered the room there were several whistles and a lot of
comments. Kyle came over and looked me over closely. He smiled
and said, "Bryan sent me a collection of your pictures over the
last few days. I was very impressed. It is a pleasure to meet you
in person, and you are just as beautiful as your pictures."

I thanked him, not in the least impressed by the fact that he
liked naked pictures of me. That only proved that he was a male
and he was straight. 

"It sure sounded like you guys were having a great time back
there," he continued. He seemed to think that it was still
possible to embarrass me. It was of course, just not so much any
more, and not so much here, around Jordan's house. This was every
bit a den of iniquity. The things that happened here were
starting to lose the ability to humiliate me. That isn't to say
that I was starting to enjoy it. It just didn't embarrass me, as
much.

He asked, "What were you doing back there?"

Without blinking an eye I said, "I ate out Mrs. Stewart, and them
Mr. Stewart fucked me for a while."

Kyle seemed a little disappointed in my lack of reaction to his
embarrassing questions. I probably should have kept my mouth
shut, but I found myself saying, "If you were going to embarrass
me with questions like that Kyle, you needed to be here a day or
two ago."

I heard several of the kids gathered in the living room chuckle,
but Kyle didn't react. He just said, "Well, maybe I can't
embarrass you, but that doesn't mean I can't enjoy you." As he
spoke he lifted my holey top and bared my breasts. He bent down
and kissed my nipples, and then he pulled me close and said, "I
don't have time to fuck your sweet ass right now. But I am really
looking forward to it. I got something for you and it's really
going to make your day, sweetheart."

I wanted to ask him if he was saying that he had a big dick, or
he was a big dick. But I had a feeling I was already going to pay
for my earlier remark. So I shut up and let him play.

Jordan interrupted Kyle and said, "Alright guys, we're going over
to the Goodwill store now and pick up some slutty clothes for my
pet cunt. Are all of you guys going? Kevin, I know how much you
like to go clothes shopping." 

I assumed that was sarcasm, but Kevin said, "I think I am going
to enjoy it today. I am looking forward to watching her showing
her ass off in town."

There were now ten of us. We would attract a lot of attention
wherever we went, just because of the size of our group. Still,
none of this was my problem. I let them decide who was going to
do what to whom and where.

They decided that, as long as all of the guys stayed cool, they
could tag along and watch, and help pick out clothes for me.
Bryan would continue with his video record of my public
humiliation.

They all piled into Bryan's van, but it was very crowded. I was
pulled into the very back seat, the place where I had performed
my first act of prostitution. I was pulled down onto the laps of
the three boys that were sitting there, Gary, Owen and Kyle. 

The van wasn't even moving when I had my top up around my neck
and my skirt around my waist and three sets of hands groping and
invading my body. I just lay back and relaxed and closed my eyes
and it was actually kind of pleasant. They weren't being rough,
for a change, and it was a lot of stimulation. By the time we got
to the store I was on the verge of a pleasant little orgasm.

Kyle wanted to finish me off, but Jordan told him to let me
suffer. I didn't say anything, but I figured this would work in
my favor. I knew that this was going to be as humiliating as they
could make it. It could only be easier to handle if I was
starting out aroused.

The worst part was that, when I pulled my top back down, my
nipples were standing up and hard as rocks and they both stuck
out through the holes in my top. Way out, at least a quarter inch
of nipple was exposed on each side of my chest.

I was gently placed on my feet and my skirt, such as it is,
slipped back into place. I stepped out of the van in the center
of the crowd of kids and looked around. There were only four or
five other vehicles in the parking lot, so hopefully it wouldn't
be too bad when we got inside. The more people there were to
witness it, the more humiliating the experience was.

Jordan reminded everyone to keep it quiet and be cool. We walked
into the surprisingly large store and Jordan led the way to the
racks of women's clothing. There seemed to be two people working
in the store. They were obviously concerned with a large gang of
teenagers invading their store.

Jordan told everyone to stay still and stay quiet. She walked
over to the male clerk, who turned out to be the Assistant
Manager, and smiled, and proceeded to charm the pants right off
the guy. She explained that this was a school project. They were
actually going to buy some clothing, and if he didn't mind they
would be filming their shopping experience. 

The Assistant Manager smiled and was obviously completely set at
ease by Jordan's phony story. He and the female clerk huddled
together for a quick conversation and everything was cool.

Jordan came back over and as Bryan began filming, people started
picking up items of clothing in my size and discussing the merits
of any pieces under consideration. The favorites were see-through
tops and miniscule skirts. But they also chose a selection of
obscenely short shorts, tops with obscene slogans, a couple of
tiny slips, and several camisoles.

They had selected close to fifty items all together. Some of them
were as cheap as a dollar. Jordan called a temporary halt to the
hunt and we started to look for a fitting room. There were only
two, and there were two people waiting for them to open up. Two
couples actually. 

Jordan decided she didn't want to wait. She ordered everyone to
hang loose and she took off to find the manager. She came back
with him in tow. He looked very nervous, which made me nervous.

Jordan said, "Guys, Mr. Jeffries, the Assistant Manager, has
generously agreed to let us use an area in the back for Sara to
try on all of these new clothes."

We all followed Mr. Jeffries through the store into the large
area in the back where the donated items were sorted and prepared
for sale out front. 

It was pretty quiet back here, I didn't see anyone working. As we
crossed the large warehouse like room we passed a little break
area. That was where we finally came upon the four men who worked
back there. They were eating their lunch and talking quietly.

Mr. Jeffries approached them and said, "Guys, there was a line
for the changing rooms and this group of kids has picked up a
huge amount of clothing and that would really back things up. So
I agreed to let them use one of the storage wings back here. Is
there an empty one we can use?"

Jordan looked around and asked, "Do you guys have security
cameras back here?"

The question made the guy nervous, but he said, "No, it isn't
cost effective, since all of this stuff is donated anyway."

Jordan smiled sweetly and suggested, "Listen, we all want to see
how well the new clothes fit, and we want to film it too. So if
you guys don't mind, we would like to do it right here. You are
all welcome to watch if you want."

I wasn't even surprised. What the hell! It was just five more
guys seeing me naked. I was surprised at how quickly I was
growing accustomed to being used this way. 

Mr. Jeffries looked startled. His first reaction was to say that
he couldn't possibly allow that. But he was shaky, and his four
employees obviously liked the idea. Jordan sidled up to him and
smiled and suggested that if he would relax a little and enjoy
the show, she could see to it that I made it worth his while. 

The man looked at her, then at me, then back at her, still trying
to make up his mind. It was no contest. Jordan had read him like
a book. She asked quietly, "Mr. Jeffries, have you ever had your
cock sucked by a sixteen year old girl that can deepthroat?"

I watched as he turned bright red. Jordan had apparently hit all
of the right buttons. He swallowed with difficulty and said,
"Alright, just a minute. I'll be right back."

He rushed back out front. I suppose to tell his female clerk that
he had something important to do in the back. Then he was back. 

While he was gone, the kids had laid out the clothing they had
picked out and sorted the items out by type.

They were all lounging around now, and as soon as the Assistant
Manager returned, Jordan took over. She ordered me to take off my
outfit and I took off my see through top and my skirt and handed
them to her.

The guys all enjoyed the show, but the kids had seen it all
before. It was much more interesting for the five men who worked
there. They were all in their late thirties and early forties and
when they came to work this morning I don't imagine it occurred
to them that they would be watching a sexy sixteen year old girl
put on a strip show.

I started dressing and undressing in the clothes that Jordan
handed me. There were a handful of dresses, but mostly it was
separates. As I tried on the various tops and bottoms, I seldom
tried both on at the same time, so that I would either be topless
or bottomless as I modeled the clothing.

A few of the items didn't fit and were discarded. Some of them
were deemed to be not slutty enough and were therefore not
acceptable. Most of this stuff, the things that they liked and
were planning on having me wear for the next four months or so,
including, no, especially to school, were indecent. I don't know
how they expected me to get past my father with all of these
clothes. I know that he would never let me wear, any of this
stuff. Not outside, not to school, not to sit in the living room
and watch TV!

The fashion show was finally drawing to a close and the huge pile
of clothing they had deemed acceptable was set aside. I was now
naked and the Assistant Manager and his four employees were about
to get their reward for being so nice and letting me put on a
strip show for them. 

Mr. Jeffries refused to perform for the camera, and took me into
a side room full of boxes of items waiting to be taken out front.
He moved away from the door and opened his pants and pulled them
and his shorts down. I stepped up to him and he took a minute to
grope me and then pushed me to my knees. 

His cock was just average and he was clean. It was no big deal. I
took him into my mouth and shortly after his cock entered my
throat he grabbed my head and groaned loudly and I felt him tense
up and cum down my throat. 

I waited until he finished and then I slowly pulled back. I
licked the head of his cock clean and kissed it and helped him
put his pants back together.
 
He looked at me, he was obviously embarrassed at being unable to
resist having sex with a girl my age, but he was also extremely
grateful and thanked me very much for making his year.

I followed him back out to the break area where the show had
taken place. The clothing I had selected had all been piled on a
cart. Mr. Jeffries said, "I'll take these up front and get them
totaled up. When you kids are ready you can pick them up at the
cash register."

Jordan turned to the four guys and said, "Gentlemen, start your
engines. She is yours to do with as you wish. Except for her
butt, you can't fuck her ass, yet, but maybe next time."

I saw Bryan filming from the side as two of the men stood up and
started kissing and touching me. They were both talking to me,
and about me, under their breath. Talking about how hot I was and
what they were going to do to my hot ass. 

I was about to have one new experience. Two of the men were
black. One of them was kissing me now. The other was sitting down
watching, and waiting his turn. Soon, one urban legend was
debunked. The black man took a step back and while the white man
continued pulling and squeezing on my breasts, the black man
slipped his pants and shorts down and then he pushed me to my
knees. 

He didn't have to worry about people laughing and pointing at
him, but he wasn't any more blessed than several of the kids I
had been having sex with in the last few days. I easily took him
into my throat and very quickly I felt him holding my face tight
to his stomach and he was cumming down my throat. 

When he was finished I licked and sucked him clean, just like I
had for Mr. Jeffries and it occurred to me that if I had been
blindfolded I would have had no idea that I had just sucked off a
black man. Black cocks taste just like white cocks!

I expected the white man, who was still fooling around behind me
to come around front, or pull me around to face him. Instead, he
pushed me down onto all fours and I felt him fumble around for a
moment and then I felt his cock enter me from behind. 

He had only just started fucking me when the other white man came
over and dropped his pants and got on his knees near my face. I
was starting to enjoy what was happening behind me, and would
have much preferred to be allowed to relax and enjoy it, but no
such luck. 

The man in front of me lifted my head by my hair and painted my
face for a moment with the head of his cock before forcing it
into my mouth. His cock was on the small side of average and it
didn't distract me all that much. Unfortunately, before I could
get that good feeling going again the guy fucking me came.

The second black man took his place almost immediately though,
and he was very good at it. His cock did feel pretty long, and it
was definitely thick. I was distracted briefly when the man I was
sucking off came in my mouth and I had to swallow his load. When
I was finished cleaning him I just held his cock in my mouth and
nursed on it gently while the black man really fucked the hell
out of me. I ended up cumming twice before he filled my pussy
with another load of cum.

Both men started to get dressed again, but Jordan pointed out to
the man who had just fucked me that I was available to clean up
that mess that I had made of his cock. 

Yeah, it was my fault. I held a gun to his head and made him rape
me.

He grinned and came around to my face and I did a quick clean up.
I did notice that his cock was pretty big. Maybe even bigger than
Mr. Stewart's, but it was soft now, so I couldn't be sure.

Jordan made me sit on my ass on the floor and spread my legs so
that Bryan could get a good shot of my pussy. It was swollen and
red, but I looked down and it didn't look much different that it
had four days ago, although, to be honest, four days ago I didn't
pay that much attention to it.

Someone tossed me a towel and I wiped my crotch up with it. I
stood up and Jordan handed me the outfit I had worn in. When I
had dressed, if you want to call wearing those two tiny pieces of
cloth dressed, we all went out to the register. 

I saw Mr. Jeffries blush as he saw us heading for the register.
You don't suppose he has a guilty conscience?

Jordan stepped up and asked what the total was. It came to $210
and change. I wondered what she would do with the other forty
dollars. I hoped she would spend it on herself. I hadn't really
enjoyed this little shopping trip. I had two orgasm, of course,
but I would rather have been home spending the day with my father
and living my real life.

It had taken longer than you might think to select and try on all
of these clothes. More than four hours had passed by the time we
all got back to Jordan's house. We unloaded the clothes and piled
them in a chair in the living room. 

Then the orgy started. The guys were all horny after everything
they had witnessed today. I thought Kyle would take the lead, but
instead, he took a seat out of the way and watched as, two at a
time, four of the guys had sex with me. That left Bryan, holding
the camera, and Kyle. 

Kyle stood up and took over the camera from Bryan and let him go
next. I glanced up as Bryan fucked me doggy style in the center
of the living room and I saw a very large bulge in Kyle's pants.
I wondered if he was waiting for last because he didn't want to
stretch me out too much for the other guys.

Bryan was stretching me out enough. He was getting better at
this, at least lasting longer. I guess that having me four days
in a row was taking the edge off. Raping me just wasn't as
exciting as it was yesterday.

I had a small orgasm when Kevin had fucked me a few minutes ago.
Owen had fucked me next, and it was pleasant, but I didn't cum.
Now, with Bryan, I was starting to get into it again. I leaned
down and rested my head on my arms. I closed my eyes, and I
reached down and started rubbing my clit, and in very little time
I was moaning and groaning and cumming and the rude, crude
remarks from the audience were only egging me on. I came several
times before Bryan did. Bryan pulled out of me after he came and
just like I did with all the others now, I cleaned him. 

I now had loads of cum from three kids and two men pooling in my
pussy and draining slowly down my thighs. I new I still had to
get fucked by Kyle, but I was a mess and I asked Jordan if I
could go clean up. 

She smiled and said, "It isn't up to me. I'm not going to fuck
your skanky ass. Ask Kyle."

I looked at Kyle, who had handed the camera back to Bryan and was
undressing now. He leered at me and said, "No. She's just a nasty
whore. I like her that way. Look at her, hand prints all over
her, cum running out of her cunt, her lips swollen from sucking
one cock after another, a real tramp."

Just then he lowered his pants and shorts together and I saw his
cock. I was obviously not the only one seeing it for the first
time. The distressing comments from the others were deserved. His
cock was huge! It was fat and long and still not hard. Not
completely.

He moved in front of me and I started licking his balls, which
were as oversized as his large cock. He smiled down at me, a
smug, arrogant smile. All of these guys seem arrogant. They are
all bullies, especially Jordan. 

Kyle watched as I stretched my lips wide around his cock and took
as much of it as I could into my mouth. 

It seemed that I had finally met my match. I was sure that I
would not be able to take him into my throat, absolutely
positive.

The sad thing is that he wasn't so sure. He had seen me do it for
everyone else and by god he was going to get some of that deep
throat if it killed me!

I started to struggle as he grabbed my head and started forcing
more of his cock into my mouth. I was having trouble breathing. I
was gagging and it was obvious that the opening to my throat was
simply too small. It was obvious to me anyway.

I was pushing against his stomach and thighs and punching him,
trying to make him stop. He called Eric over and Eric knelt
behind me and grabbed my arms and held them behind my back.

That left Kyle free to rape my throat, even kill me if it worked
out that way. He became very violent and some of the kids
watching were telling him to cool it and trying to talk him into
taking it easy. He just ignored them. 

He finally forced that fat cock into my throat and the pain was
so bad that I passed out. Apparently he didn't care. I was
unaware of the mechanics of it until I watched the movie later,
but Eric had held me up by my arms and Kyle had continued to fuck
my unconscious throat until he started to cum. Then he backed out
and came all over my face. When he was finally finished he
grabbed a handful of my hair and turned my face up and spit in
it. 

Then he stepped back and Eric finally let me fall to the floor,
none too softly.

I started coming around just in time to hear Jordan ordering both
Kyle and Eric to get dressed and get out, and not to come back. I
listened as they tried to calm her down and apologize. They
didn't think that they had done anything out of the ordinary.
They had just raped me, just like Jordan wanted.

Jordan didn't even respond. She just waited for them to dress and
leave. Everyone was silent as Jordan got up and, with Kelly's
help, picked me up and half carried me to the bathroom. I was
given a long hot shower and Jordan sprayed my throat with some
pain killing throat spray. 

I was more or less back to normal by the time I had dried off and
we all went back out to the living room. 

At first it was quiet, an uncomfortable quiet. Gradually though,
things started returning to normal. Things were normal for them
anyway. I was still naked and available.

It was not long after they got me cleaned up that we heard the
unmistakable roar of a Harley coming down the street and pulling
into the driveway. Well, that was what I thought that I heard.
What I actually heard was the sound of three Harleys.

There was a commotion at the door and it opened and the Stewarts
came in, followed by another couple and then a single guy. I
suppose that the Stewarts had mentioned my status as a sexual
servant to their friends when they invited them over. I could
tell from the expressions on their faces, especially the men.
They were expecting to walk in and see me here naked. Maybe they
were expecting some skanky whore, or something. They were
obviously pleased when they saw me.

I didn't get the impression that the new additions to the party
had met Jordan's friends. Both groups ignored each other, or at
least they didn't interact. I was the only one in the room that
was introduced. That was when I found out that I had helped to
raise a lot of money for charity today.

It seems that, during the poker run the Stewarts had just
returned from, a discreet raffle had been held. Tickets were sold
and the winner was awarded the grand prize of a teenage girl's
virgin asshole. That was apparently something that bikers
treasure, because Mrs. Stewart was raving about the huge number
of tickets that they had sold.

The couple that had come in behind the Stewarts just now were
friends of the Stewarts. They were just here to check me out, and
maybe get a little later, after the lottery winner had claimed
his prize.

The big, hairy biker that had been the last to come through the
door was the grand prize winner. I doubt that he would have been
any happier if he had won the state lottery. He was standing a
couple of feet away from me with a huge grin on his face. 

I looked over at Jordan and she just shrugged. I could tell from
her grin that she had known about this. I suddenly remembered
hearing her admonish the workers at Goodwill that they couldn't
have my ass, this time.

Jordan got up from her seat in Kevin's lap and came over and
pulled her mother aside. She whispered something in her mother's
ear and then returned to Kevin's lap.

Mrs. Stewart turned back to where I was standing, waiting to be
pounced on by her biker buddy. She moved closer and put her arm
around my shoulder and asked, "Are you alright?"

I guess Jordan had told her about Kyle and Eric. I shrugged and
said, "I guess." It was obvious from my voice that I hadn't fully
recovered.

Mrs. Stewart turned back to the lucky winner and said, "The kids
were partying earlier and one of them got pretty rough on Sara's
throat, so cut her a little slack there, okay Jerry?"

Jerry nodded eagerly. After all, he wasn't here for a blowjob. He
had won my virgin ass. Everyone seemed to be anticipating the big
show as the winner claimed his prize. They got a big
disappointment. Jerry had no intention of performing for a large
crowd of strangers. The Stewarts were forced to offer him their
bedroom.

He took my hand and pulled me down the short hall. As we left the
room Mr. Stewart yelled after us, "The KY is on my nightstand!"

The biker pulled me down the hall and into the bedroom. He closed
the door and undressed quickly. I was relieved to see that,
despite his body size, his cock was no larger than the guys I had
already been raped by. Not anything near like what Kyle had
attacked me with. I was still scared. I didn't want to do this.
If I had to do it though, I would rather that it be with a man
with a normal sized penis. Like Jerry.

Jerry pushed me onto the bed and jumped into the bed beside me.
His hands were all over me and he started kissing me. His breath
smelled and tasted of beer and cigarettes. Gross!

He was rough, but not cruel. He didn't try to hurt me. He didn't
care about me one way or the other. To him I might as well have
been an inanimate object. In the entire time that he was there,
he only spoke to me once. 

He kissed me. He made me suck his cock, though he didn't force it
down my throat, thank god. He groped me and stuck his fingers
roughly in every orifice. At last he was ready to claim his
prize. 

He put me on my hands and knees and licked and sucked my ass. Now
I knew why that businessman had wanted me to do this to him after
Jordan sold me to him last night. It felt pretty damned good. If
I wasn't so scared I would have enjoyed it.

He reached over and picked up the tube of KY from the nightstand
and squeezed some out onto his finger. He rested the tube on my
back as he started working his greased finger into my asshole. I
was scared and tense and he really had to apply a lot of
pressure. 

That was when he spoke the only words that he said to me. "Relax,
you stupid cunt!" Don't just love it when they sweet talk you?

I wasn't stupid. I knew it would be better for me if I could
relax. Knowing it and doing it are two different things. It is
pretty hard to relax when you are naked, bent over on a bed with
a big, naked, hairy, old biker who you have just met, and he is
sticking his fingers in your ass. Go ahead, try it. See if you
could relax!

I lowered my head to my arms and tried to take slow, deep breaths
and force myself to relax. While I was doing that the biker
seemed to slow down a little. He seemed to become less frantic.
Maybe it was just my imagination. It seemed like once he relaxed
a little, became a little less anxious, that helped me a little.

He took his time. He really stretched me out good. By the time he
finally got up behind me and started to slowly force his cock
into me I had, indeed, begun to relax a little.

It still hurt. It hurt a lot. I cried out at first, and then I
groaned in pain with every move he made. He took his time though,
and he gave me time to get used to it. By the time that he had
started to stroke in and out of my ass it was at least bearable.
Not pleasant in the least. I felt like I had to go to the
bathroom, urgently, but I no longer felt that my guts were being
torn apart.

He lasted quite a while, I am sorry to say. I had hoped that the
excitement of fucking a virgin, teenage ass would get him off
quickly. He lasted for eighteen minutes. I know because I was
staring at the alarm clock on Mr. Stewart's nightstand for the
entire time.

He finally shot his hot, slimy load into my ass and for a long
time he held onto my hips tightly, holding himself pressed
tightly to my ass, his softening cock still buried in me. He
stayed like that for another four long, slow minutes. I know
because I was still staring at the alarm clock.

 He finally pulled his nasty cock free and apparently he wasn't
aware that a part of my job had become cleaning cocks. Because he
got dressed and put his nasty cock back in his pants, still slimy
and smelly. Then he patted my ass and left me alone. 

I wanted to collapse on the bed and cry for a while. I couldn't
though. I could feel the biker's cum starting to drain out of my
ass and I forced myself to my feet. I constricted the muscles of
my butt as I hurried to the bathroom and collapsed onto the
toilet. I sat there for a long time, draining my ass and crying
quietly.

I don't know how long I sat like that, crying into my hands and
desperately wanting my old life back. After some period of time
there was a quiet tap on the door and it opened slowly. 

I looked up, through blurry, tear filled eyes to see Kelly
peeking in. She slipped in and shut the door and dropped down
beside me. She put her arms around me and held me close. It felt
good, but she was one of them. She was the nicest one of them,
but she was one of them.

"Are you alright?" she asked, and I heard the genuine concern in
her voice.

"No," I whispered through my tears. "No, I'm not alright! I can't
take anymore of this. I just can't." Then I sank down onto the
floor beside her and I was no longer crying quietly. I was
sobbing loudly, nearly hysterical. All of the pain, the
humiliation, the abuse, it was all too much. I couldn't take it
anymore.

Kelly held me and comforted me and let me cry. I finally ran out
of tears. I have no idea how long it went on. She kissed my face,
my red, blotchy, swollen face, and helped me up. Then she got
undressed and helped me take a shower. 

She dried me, and she even brushed my hair. I stood staring at
myself in the mirror while she dressed. I was shocked to see that
I looked just like I had before this all started, except for that
look in my eyes. That look scared me.

Kelly opened the door and then she gently guided me back out to
the living room. I was surprised to see that everyone had left.
Only Jordan and her parents remained. I was also surprised to see
that they all looked guilty. The satisfaction I got from that
wasn't enough to make me feel better. But it helped.

Jordan finally spoke. "I was going to make you model your new
clothes for my parents. But since you have had such a hard day,
Kelly convinced me to let you have the rest of the day off. She
tossed me the clothes that I had been wearing when I left home
Friday and told me to get dressed. 

While I was getting dressed she went through the six large bags
of clothes from Goodwill and pulled out a lacy chemise and a
short skirt. She tossed them to me and told me to spend tomorrow
with my father, and be wearing the new clothes on Monday when I
went to school.

I looked around and found my purse, I grabbed four of the bags,
they were heavy, I would have to come later for the other two,
and I started walking home. Kelly stayed behind, but after a
minute or two she caught up to me, carrying the last two bags,
and walked me home. We didn't talk, but it was nice to have her
there. I could feel her compassion and it helped, a little.

When we got to my house I had to use my key. Dad had left a note
saying that he was at the Library. He was doing some research and
might be late. I was grateful. I didn't think I could act normal
for him right now. I knew that I couldn't.

I thanked Kelly for walking me home, and for helping. She smiled
and said, "Please, let me stay with you for a while."

I was surprised. Surprised that she would ask, and surprised at
how much it pleased me that she wanted to.

I smiled and nodded and I led her to my bedroom, where we finally
dropped the heavy bags of clothing.

We somehow ended up lying on my bed, fully clothed. She was
behind me, holding me against her. She was very comforting, just
quietly holding me and letting me calm down.

After a very long, comfortable time, I felt her lips brush
lightly against my neck. I shivered, but for a change it was a
shiver of pleasure, not revulsion.

We hadn't spoken since she had asked to be allowed to stay. It
wasn't an uncomfortable quiet. It was, in fact, very
comfortable.

She kissed and nuzzled at my neck for a while. It was pleasant,
not demanding, not taking or using. I straightened out and turned
around to face her. I was shocked when I saw that she had tears
in her eyes!

"What's wrong?!" I asked. I couldn't imagine what she could be
crying about!

She hugged me close and said, "I am so embarrassed, so ashamed."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because of what they are doing to you," she said. "Because I am
a part of it, I feel like a total shit for taking part in
Jordan's stupid game."

I smiled and said, "But you have been the only bright spot! You
have been so sweet to me. Thank you."

"I'm sorry I was a part of this. I didn't know. Jordan never said
anything, to me at least, about what she was going to do to you.
I knew she was a bit of a bully, but I just never realized how
ugly she could be. I have just been sitting there and watching
and not saying anything, even when I knew it was wrong, very
wrong. Please forgive me."

"I don't blame you," I said, and I honestly didn't. I only blamed
Jordan. I didn't think much of the guys for taking advantage of
me when they were given the opportunity, but the devil in my life
was Jordan. I knew enough about guys with hardons to know that if
they had a chance to put them in a pretty girl, they would take
it.

"What we did last night," I said, "that was wonderful. But what
you did this afternoon, I am so glad you were there, and I am
glad that you're here now. Thanks for helping me."

"It isn't just that I went a long, Sara. Even after I realized
Jordan was going too far. Even after I saw how terrible the
things that she was doing to you were, I couldn't stop watching,
and I couldn't stop getting excited."

"When I watched her make you strip in front of everyone I got
turned on. When I watched you being raped, right there on the rug
in front of me, I got so excited I almost came. When Jordan sold
you to those guys outside of that strip club I almost had an
orgasm just watching it happen. Nearly everything I have watched
has turned me the fuck on. Well, everything except Kyle. That
asshole! But I don't know why! I'm not a bad person. I'm not a
cruel person. It really disturbs me that I didn't do anything to
help you."

I smiled and said, "Don't feel so bad. A lot of it kind of turned
me on too, but mostly the parts with you."

I kissed her this time, on the lips. It was gentle, soft, and
affectionate. We closed our eyes and kissed like that for a few
minutes. I was crying softly again, and I didn't even know why.

Kelly stopped kissing me and licked the tears from my cheek. I
smiled and wiped my eyes and kissed her again. Then I sat up and
pulled her to a sitting position and reached for her t-shirt. 

"Do you mind?" I asked. 

She smiled and shook her head and I pulled her t-shirt off. Her
bra had a front closure, which I quickly unfastened. I gently
pushed her pack down and I kissed her lips. Then I started
kissing her face, her eyes and her ears and her cheeks, just like
last night. 

She interrupted me to pull my top off, so that our breasts were
touching now as we kissed. Our nipples rubbed gently as I moved
back over her and returned to making love to her. I started to
kiss my way down to her breasts. I kissed her long, slender neck
and I could see the flush of arousal moving down her body.

I paused to whisper, "Last night was special. You were nice to me
and I needed that." Then I returned to kissing my way down to
Kelly's beautiful breasts.

She brought her hand up and caressed my head and ran her hand
down over my back and I could just feel the real affection in her
touch. I made love to her warm, soft breasts for a very long time
before I finally felt the real need to do more.

I kissed my way down her stomach, enjoying the way that her
stomach muscles fluttered in arousal at my touch. I unbuttoned
her skirt and slowly pushed it down her long, slender legs. She
kicked it off and I started kissing and licking her through her
lacy little panty. 

Kelly was going crazy with lust as I kissed all around the wet
spot that was growing rapidly over her tight little slit. 

I eagerly touched my tongue to that wet spot, enjoying just the
hint of her delightful taste. I placed my mouth over her mound
and let my warm breath heat her, stoking the fires of her
arousal.

I began to lick her moist slit through her underwear, harder now,
applying pressure over the most sensitive area of her beautiful,
sexy body. As I did, her hips lifted off of my bed, as if to kiss
me back.

I was tired of teasing though, I wanted my tongue inside of her
just as much as she did. I rose to my knees and pulled her
panties off. I stood up quickly and dropped my skirt too. Then I
moved back between her legs and resumed making love to her. 

She cried out when I touched my lips to her naked sex. I heard
her exhale loudly. The air seemed to be forced from her as if she
had been hit in the stomach. Her entire body was reacting to my
tongue on her sweet pussy now. I glanced up and saw the flush,
now reaching down and enveloping her breasts, which were actually
heaving. Just like the heroine in a Harlequin Novel. 

Kelly's hands were gripping my bedspread and her knuckles were
white and all of this, every reaction of hers to the way I was
making love to her, it was effecting me like a drug. And I wanted
more. 

I remembered an experience, one of the things that had been done
to me recently, that I had found particularly arousing. I wanted
Kelly to feel that too. I gently lifted her legs and started to
lick around the pink little orifice nestled between the cheeks of
her beautiful little butt, something that I had only just learned
could be so incredibly erotic. 

She groaned and put her hand down and tried to stop me, but she
didn't try very hard. When she felt the touch of my tongue there,
she suddenly ceased her efforts to make me stop. Her
embarrassment at being touched there disappeared with the first
touch of my tongue. 

I gently explored her there with my tongue for several minutes
before I let her legs return to the bed and I turned my attention
back to her sweet pussy. 

Kelly couldn't stand it any longer. She started having orgasms,
huge, overpowering, earthshaking orgasms. Just one mind blowing
orgasm right after the other. She was screaming and pulling at my
hair and her hips were dancing around the bed uncontrollably. 

My own pubic mound was rubbing against the mattress as I made
love to Kelly and I was very near to an orgasm myself, but not
yet, not until Kelly was totally satisfied. Not until I had
licked and sucked the last orgasm out of her. 

After several intense minutes she locked her thighs around my
head and squeezed, locking me in place. Her head was lolling back
and she was panting and gasping in ecstasy. This time I didn't
have that feeling of power so much as a feeling of affection,
almost love. 

I'm not gay. I don't have a problem with those that are, more
power to them. But I am not one of them. All of my crushes have
been on boys. Right this very moment however, I felt very, very
close to Kelly. Maybe not love, but a hell of a lot more than
like. It was a kind of love I suppose.

She finally relaxed her thighs and I lifted my head away from her
slit. I smiled and thought, "I should have learned my lesson last
night. I should have put a towel down."

There was a huge wet spot on my bedspread but I didn't really
care. 

I leaned back down and kissed around Kelly's stomach, down her
thighs, all around her pussy without actually touching it.

She finally unwound and relaxed and held her arms out to me. I
moved up and we hugged and kissed for a while. 

She started to make love to me, to return the favor I suppose. I
stopped her. "No," I said, "Not now. Relax, enjoy the glow."

She hugged me tight to her body and whispered, "Jesus Sara! I
think I love you!"

"What about Gregg?" I asked. I was just teasing, I knew what she
meant. She loved me right now, but differently, the way I loved
her. Not like a boyfriend.

She laughed and said, "We need to let Gregg watch us together. He
could learn a lot!"

She started kissing me again and I told her again that she didn't
have to. She should wait and just enjoy the warm fuzzy feeling. 

She didn't listen though. She pushed me onto my back and said,
"No, now. I want to. I really want to."

She was getting as good at is as I seemed to be. It occurred to
me that it was too bad Bryan wasn't here with his camera. This
would have made one hot fucking movie. I would have watched it, a
lot!

I had just enough presence of mind to be happy that my father
wasn't home as Kelly kissed and licked her way around my body
expertly. I felt totally relaxed and safe for a change. It seemed
to make a difference. I was hearing loud noises, moans and groans
and cries of pleasure, and they were all coming from me!

It was not pure lust though, I really felt something for Kelly,
and she for me. That made it better, hotter. 

She had obviously enjoyed what I had done for her, to her,
because she repeated it with me. I was self conscious about
having her see or touch my ass, since it hadn't been that many
hours since it was raped. 

I was apparently not horribly disfigured. She didn't scream and
drop my legs and run from the room. What she did felt very, very
nice. 

I have no idea how many orgasms I had. I wasn't counting, I
didn't care. It was just one long stretch of pure, unadulterated
bliss. When it was finally over, when I was finally able to move,
I reached down and pulled her up beside me and held her so tight.
I whispered, "Thank you. I think I love you too."

We both giggled a little. I happened to notice the time and
started worrying about how I could explain this to my father.

After a few more minutes I reluctantly said, "I think we better
take a quick shower. I don't know what time my father is coming
home this evening, but I wouldn't know how to explain the fact
that I smell like pussy."

I thought about that for a moment and then I said, "On the other
hand, I don't think my father has gotten laid since my mom died.
He might not recognize the smell of pussy. He must be almost a
virgin again!"

"How long ago was that?" Kelly asked.

I had to stop and think. I used to think about it all of the
time. She died when I was eight. It almost killed Dad. He had to
watch her waste away and suffer because they wouldn't give her
enough pain medication. Too afraid she would get addicted in her
last days of life! 

I don't think my Dad would have survived if I hadn't been there,
requiring his attention. He had to shield me from my mother's
death, and then raise me as normally as possible. He did a great
job, if I do say so myself. 

"It was eight years ago," I finally answered. "She died of
cancer."

"I'm sorry," Kelly said softly.

We got up and took a quick shower and got dressed. Then she had
to go home. She had been away from home since Friday morning,
same as me. I escorted her to the door and told her that I would
see her on Monday. 

I watched her walk down the sidewalk for a few minutes. I hated
to see her leave. I had work to do though. I had a lot of new
clothes to wash. I started doing laundry and catching up on the
housework. 

Dad does half of the housework, half of the cooking, and we take
turns doing the laundry. So it isn't like I am being put upon.
But sometimes I really hate being a sixteen year old housewife.

I ended up having soup for dinner. Dad didn't get home until
after eight. We sat and talked for a while. We hadn't been seeing
much of each other lately. I had to make up a lot of nice things
to say about my sleepover. I also had to avoid telling him some
nice things that would have turned his hair white.

By the time we went to bed that evening all of the housework and
the laundry were done. So we had Sunday free. Well, I did. Dad
had to mow the lawn.

I found myself spending a large part of the day thinking about
Kelly. It was a nice change from thinking about Jordan all of the
time. Still, I think it's time I got another boyfriend. That
might be difficult now that I am becoming the school slut
though.

I waited until my father left for work Monday morning to get
dressed. I had already tried on the two little pieces of clothing
that I was forced to wear. But I had not worn them in public. I
hadn't worn them at school. 

I put the skirt on and it was no more revealing than the one that
I wore on Friday, after I had rolled it up at the waist to
shorten it. Actually, the new one fit pretty well. My father
would have a fit if he saw me in it, it was very short. But it
fit well and looked pretty good on me.

The problem was the chemise I would be wearing for a top. It was
thin and silky and very pretty. If I had a boyfriend I would want
him to see me in it. The cups were lacy, but they covered me,
although they gave the impression that they didn't. The problem
is it was so thin that my nipples were obvious. The straps were
loose and the cups sagged enough that, under the right
conditions, a large portion of my breast was displayed from the
side.

Our school did not have a clear dress code. It only specified
that a student could be sent home if their manner of dress was
deemed outrageous or indecent or offensive. This outfit was
skirting pretty close to all three. 

As I had been doing since the beginning of this mess, I waited
until the last minute and then rushed to school. The warning bell
was ringing as I entered the building. I was able to make it to
class on time because my locker is not far from the front door of
the school and because my first class is not far from my locker.

I got a lot of looks because of my racy outfit. I didn't think
that it was as bad as that first day when Jordan had shortened my
dress with scissors in the girl's restroom. Actually, I believe
it was harder on Rusty Maher, who sat beside me and stared at my
left breast for the entire period. He had better hope that we
aren't tested on anything that was said in class today.

I went to my locker after class and traded out books for my two
upstairs classes. Jordan came by and looked at me, but didn't say
anything. I headed for the stairs and it wasn't until I was half
way up the stairs that I got groped for the first time. I didn't
even look to see who it was.

When I got to the second floor though, I heard Kyle's voice
making cracks behind me. Kyle was going to be as big a problem as
Jordan was if I didn't do something. I was in a hurry though and
I tried to ignore him, until he grabbed my arm and pulled me into
an alcove and tried to stick his hand up my skirt.

I slapped him and stepped back and as he looked at me with a look
of pure hate I told him loudly that if he ever touched me again I
would file rape charges against him.

He smirked and said, "Yeah, right bitch. It's your word against
mine. Since you're the school slut and all, which one of us do
you think they are going to believe?"

"I think they'll believe me." 

I spun around and saw Mr. Carson standing there with his arms
crossed and a look of near fury on his face.

Kyle was instantly contrite. 

Mr. Carson said, "I suggest that you offer Miss Kimble your
apology, Kyle. Whether or not she accepts it is up to her. For my
part, I cannot tolerate someone who sexually harasses a woman and
I shall spend the day determining whether or not to have you
expelled."

There was a huge crowd gathered and Kyle was not very good at
eating crow. But he knew he was on thin ice. He should recognize
it. He had spent a lot of time on it during his school career. 

"Sara," he said, "I'm sorry. It won't happen again."

I brushed by him without a word and stopped to say thank you to
Mr. Carson before hurrying to my class. He nodded, but he lifted
his eyebrows at my outfit.

I rushed off to my class, wondering what the odds were of Kyle
catching me outside of school and causing me serious pain.

Nothing happened the rest of the morning. Not until I got
cornered in homeroom where I usually went to relax during my
lunch period.

Gary came in and stood behind me for a moment. He didn't touch
me. Not yet. But I could feel someone standing there. I didn't
know who it was until he said, "I'm glad Jordan picked that top.
I like that one. You know why?"

I said, "No Gary. Why, because it's so thin?"

As far as I knew there was only one other student in the room
this afternoon, Doug, from my History class. I hoped that he
wasn't paying any attention, because I had a bad feeling about
this.

"No," Gary said. "Because all I have to do is slide these little
straps down and I can look at your tits." 

That's what he did.

It was only about ten seconds later that Doug slugged him and he
was lying on the floor, holding what appeared to be a bloody
broken nose.

I hurriedly covered my breasts and stood up. I tried to push Doug
out. I didn't want him getting into trouble over me. He didn't
even seem to notice my efforts. His face was bright red and he
looked furious.

"Doug," I said, in one of those loud whispers. You know the ones,
when you want someone to listen, but don't want anyone to notice.
Yeah, they never work.

Finally I punched his shoulder and he looked at me. 

"Thank you Doug. I very much appreciate that. But I am not worth
getting in trouble over. Not anymore. You may be the only one in
this building that hasn't noticed. Please, get out of here before
someone comes in."

"Not again, Miss Kimble!"

I spun around and there in the door was Mr. Carson. 

"Oh shit!" I muttered.

"Mr. Carson, please, I can explain," I pleaded with him. It
wasn't Doug's fault. He was defending me."

"You seem to be in need of a lot of that lately," he said
sarcastically. "You don't suppose it has anything to do with the
way you have begun dressing do you?"

He looked down at Gary, who was just now starting to struggle to
his feet, and he said, "Young man, I suggest you report to the
school nurse and have her look at that nose you injured when you
stumbled into the door."

"Yes sir," Gary mumbled and rushed out.

Mr. Carson shut the door and ordered Doug and I to sit down. He
turned the desk in front of us around and sat down with a look
that plainly said he was losing his patience. It killed me that I
was becoming a disappointment to one of my two favorite teachers.
Well lately I guess I have been letting them all down.

"Miss Kimble, Sara, you said you could explain. I think that it
is long past time that you did just that. Something, something
bad, is obviously going on here and this meeting isn't over until
I find out what it is. I might add that your father is an old
friend of mine from college, one call from me and he can be here
in ten minutes."

I collapsed. There was no way out of this. I was cooked, no
matter what I did or didn't say. All I knew for sure was that I
couldn't keep this up. One more week under Jordan's thumb and I
would slit my wrists.

"Okay, I will tell you everything, but please let Doug go. I
don't want him to hear this. It is bad enough that I have to tell
you."

"I will let him go when I know what his involvement is," Mr.
Carson said.

"Gary dropped my top and Doug decked him," I said. "Doug was just
defending me."

I reached out my hand and put it on Doug's shoulder and said,
"Thanks Doug, I really do appreciate it."

Doug smiled and said, "That's okay, he's needed that for a
while."

"Sara," Mr. Carson said, "What in the world is going on with
you?"

He was like a damned bulldog!

"I am being blackmailed! Okay?! Jordan got mad at me when you
caught her cheating and she had one of her nerd friends, Bryan
Hunt I assume, hide some kiddy porn on my dad's home computer and
they said that if I didn't do everything they said that they will
call the cops and my father will go to jail and lose his job.
Jordan has been making me dress like a slut, no, that isn't
right, she has made me act like a slut, since last Wednesday when
she got caught cheating. I couldn't even tell you the disgusting
things that she had made me do."

Mr. Carson stood up with a look on his face that scared the hell
out of me.

"Doug," he said quietly, "go get ready for your next class.
Please don't say anything about this. I'm going to take care of
it."

Doug winked at me and picked up his books and left. Mr. Carson
put his arm around my shoulder and led me out of the room. As we
walked he said, "I am so sad that you didn't trust me enough to
come to me with this Sara. I thought we were close."

"Mr. Carson! Don't say that! You are one of my two favorite
teachers. Ever! But I was scared. Jordan is crazy. She'll do it.
How do you defend against someone like that?"

"By letting the people who know what they are doing handle it.
Come on young lady."

I was led to the principal's office and that is where I spent
most of the rest of the day. I told my story a half a dozen
times. I told it once to the Principal, twice more when two
different sets of cops came. I had to tell it again when my
father arrived. I had to write it out and have it notarized.

By the end of the day Jordan, Kevin, Chuck, Gary, Bryan, Eric,
Owen, Paige, and Kyle had all been arrested. They were still
making up their minds about Kelly because I said that she didn't
make me do anything and had tried to help me on several
occasions. Besides, she was backing up everything that I was
saying.

The cops picked up the Stewarts and they were locked up. They
were looking for Jerry, the biker that won the raffle. I also
heard that the Goodwill store was closed until the investigation
was complete. More arrests were pending.

I have my life back, mostly. I don't get to be a virgin again.
After the first day or so though, I hadn't really been all that
upset about losing my virginity. Besides, I have started dating
Doug, and on our third date he found out how much I learned in
those four days that I was Jordan's sex slave. He really
appreciates it too. I was afraid that the more he heard about
what happened the less he would want to have anything to do with
me. 

It didn't work out that way. He has a lot going for him. He is
handsome, smart, easy going, open minded, not a jock, and he is
an excellent lover, very considerate too.

They decided not to prosecute Kelly. I was relieved that she
wasn't mad at me for telling. It turns out that she was glad. She
hated what was happening and she was thinking of telling. We
still get together, a lot. Sometimes we keep our clothes on, but
if the opportunity presents itself we get naked and go crazy.
Well, a little crazy anyway.

The gang of nine was expelled. As soon as they got out on bail
the Stewarts and their darling daughter skipped town in the
middle of the night. That pretty much took the backbone out of
the rest of them. 

They did find kiddy porn hidden on my Dad's computer. They also
found the identical pictures on Bryan's computer, along with
thousands more. He finally admitted planting it on Dad's computer
after school while Jordan and her friends were delaying me.

I finally met Kelly's boyfriend, Gregg. It turns out that I
hadn't met him because he doesn't go to our school. He is in the
Army Reserves and he was away on active duty when all of this
happened. He joined the Reserves to get help with college
tuition. Kelly and Gregg and Doug and I do things together a
lot.

I went through all of the clothing that I had gotten from
Goodwill. I kept some of the nicer things, but most of it is
waiting in bags to go back to them when they reopen.

I learned a lot about my dad during all of this. He is a lot more
open minded than I thought he was, and a lot less judgmental. We
finally sat down and did some real talking, actual communication.
I found out that those late night research sessions of his had
actually been dates with a single mom that he had met. I finally
met dad's new girlfriend a couple of days ago and she is very
nice. I might be getting a younger brother soon!

Dad took me to our doctor and had me examined and tested and
without comment got me an honest prescription for birth control.

I think that's it. If you have any questions, email me.

THE END

Comments? Criticism? Email vulgus@hotmail.com
To that small group of disturbed people who have enjoyed my
previous efforts and encouraged me, thank you.



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