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CHASING LOLITA by Sam Lindsey {version: 1.01}
Warning: Sex story.  Read at your own peril.
Author's Note: This is a completely re-edited version of my 2001 novella
_Chasing Lolita_.  A formatted version is available at storiesonline.net
under my author name.  Comments are welcome.  Remove the HOLA from my email

addy to reply.

   Chapter 13: All Good Things...  (implied sex only, Mf, MM, anal)

   I picked Nikki up after school on Friday, the same as usual.  We drove
to my place, the same as usual.  Nikki got dolled up in her
high-priced-hooker gear, the same as usual.  On the drive to the airport
she gave me her usual scrumptious blowjob, and, as usual, I came in her
mouth like the crashing waters of the Red Sea.

   Everything seemed normal.  Nikki had forgiven me for sending her to work
with Tim the previous Saturday while I'd stayed at home and pumped semen
into every fresh hole in her little friend Megan's virgin body.  The only
thing different was that I'd had a bitch of a time lining up johns for
tonight.  I had wanted Nikki to do another gangbang, and then to take the
money and run so we could get home in plenty of time for her nine p.m. 
curfew without risking life and limb on the freeway.  But amazingly I
couldn't find three johns who were interested.  I wasn't sure whether we
were hitting some bad timing with Nikki's clients or whether they had
gotten spooked for some reason.  They all seemed tight-lipped over the
phone.

   Finally I managed to scare up two johns for the night, one for six
o'clock and another for seven.  The six o'clock john was a new guy.  He'd
told me over the phone that he was a self-employed contractor from Toledo,
referred to us by Hank, Nikki's lawyer john from Cleveland.  The guy seemed
okay over the blower, but I arranged to meet him at 5:30 in the hotel bar
anyway.  I always interviewed Nikki's new johns as a crude test to make
sure she wasn't exposed to some communicable disease or any rough stuff.

   When Nikki and I arrived at the hotel bar, the john was already there.
He had a yellow hanky in the breast pocket of his sport coat, as I had
instructed.  Nikki went to the ladies' room to freshen up, and I sat down
and talked to him.  He was big and stocky, but he seemed all right--just a
regular joe.

   The guy went up to his room, and Nikki came out of the washroom.  She
met me at our usual table, and I told her the guy was kosher.  At 5:50 she
got up from the table and went to meet him.

   While waiting for Nikki I ordered a Margarita from Dusty.  After our
tryst the previous Friday I figured she'd be all over me, but she seemed
cool, distant.  I put it off to the guilt she was probably feeling for
fucking somebody so soon after splitting with her boyfriend.  For all I
knew the two of them might have reconciled.

   Surveying the room, I noticed some new faces.  A couple of the newbies
seemed to be having problems with their ears, poking them with their
fingers.  As six-thirty approached, I expected Nikki back any minute.

   Suddenly guns popped out everywhere, all pointed at me.

   "Down on your stomach!" one of the new faces screamed, waving his pistol
in my face.  I dropped onto my belly and three apes crashed down on me. 
Two of them jerked my hands behind my back and handcuffed me while the
third sat on my legs and patted me down.  They yanked me up, and one of
them said, "Sam Lindsey, you're under arrest for pandering." As they
dragged me outside to an unmarked police car, he read me my rights.  The
back door of the car opened, a big hand pushed my head down, and I was
thrown onto the seat, face-first.  As I sat up, the car started in motion
and sped away.

   ***

   I'd been set up good.

   Hank, the little-prick lawyer from Cleveland, had gotten nabbed on a
money-laundering scheme and started singing about everyone and everything
he knew to save his scrawny butt.  At the same time, Nikki's parents had
become suspicious about the startling change that had come over their
daughter the past few months, and they'd hired a PI to follow her.  While
the private dick figured out early what we were up to, he hadn't been able
to get any hard evidence until the previous Saturday afternoon when Nikki
and I had our hot foursome with Megan and Tim.  The PI photographed me
fucking Nikki and Megan and took the pictures to Nikki's parents.  They
were so shocked and upset that they immediately went to the police.  The
cops put two and two together and figured out that Nikki and I were the
same whore and pimp who were working the airport hotel--the ones Hank had
ratted out.

   Once I was in custody the charges mounted: pandering, contributing to
the delinquency of a minor, numerous counts of fraud for the phony
invoicing scheme I'd developed, two counts of statutory rape.  After the
cops searched my home and found a mountain of cocaine, they wanted to
charge me with possession with intent to traffic, but my attorney managed
to convince the DA's office that it was all for my own personal use (I
guess I'd been a little out of control lately), and they reduced the charge
to simple possession.  As for the two counts of statutory rape, it could
have been worse.  They could have charged me for each time I'd had sex with
Nikki, but luckily Nikki wasn't talking.  The cops also hadn't twigged onto
the fact that I had boffed my little fifteen-year-old neighbor Kimmy as
well.  As I said, it could have been worse-much worse.

   When my attorney told me I was staring at a hundred years if the DA went
to the max, I wanted to curl up and die.  My lawyer was a bit of a weasel,
but he had a good rapport with the DA's office, and he was famous for
cooking up deals and pleading things out.  Bargain Bob, they called him.  I
knew there was no point in going to trial; they had me dead to rights.  So
after doing six months of dead time, we managed to boil everything down to
twelve years.  I would be eligible for parole in less than ten, and by then
I would only be fifty.  Not too bad, everything considered.

   While sitting in jail waiting for my lawyer to strike a plea, I received
a visit from Nikki.  I was under a court order not to have contact with
either of my victims, but Nikki dressed up in very mature-looking clothes
and put on her big-girl make-up.  She looked at least twenty-five, and the
jail was on the lookout for little thirteen- and fourteen-year-olds.

   Nikki picked up the phone in the visiting room and looked at me through
the Plexiglas, a tortured expression on her face.  She began to cry.

   "It'll be okay, baby," I said, pressing my finger to the glass.

   She told me her six o'clock john had been a cop and he had busted her in
the hotel room, but not before sticking his dick in every hole in her body.

   "That fucking pig!" I said.  "Did you tell anybody?"

   Nikki shook her head.  "He wore a condom, so I couldn't prove anything.
It would have been my word against his." She started to sob again.  She
looked so sad that I wanted to take her in my arms.

   Nikki had received speedy justice from the juvenile-court system.  She'd
gotten a year's probation, with a curfew, and was prohibited from being in
bars until she was twenty-one, and from being anywhere in the airport hotel
where she'd turned her tricks.  She was also forbidden to see me.

   "You'd better get going," I said.  "I don't want you to get caught
here."

   As Nikki was leaving she turned and looked at me with solemn eyes and
mouthed, "I love you."

   "I love you too, kid," I said to the glass as she walked out the door.

   ***

   I sat through the sentencing hearing and listened to the prosecutor
describe me to the judge using terms like "emotionally immature," "morally
bereft," and "serial pedophile." The judge reluctantly agreed to my
twelve-year plea bargain.

   The court took possession of my assets--my house, my car, my bank
accounts, all my toys.  When I asked my attorney how they could do that, he
explained to me about the proceeds-of-crime legislation.  It was
reverse-onus law, which meant I had to prove the assets hadn't been
purchased with money I'd made pandering.  It was hard to do, especially
from behind bars, and finally I gave up.

   I was shipped to a state penitentiary to do my time.  My attorney had
tried to convince the judge that I should be incarcerated in a
minimum-security facility, but the judge was only willing to go medium
security, and then only because I hadn't been convicted of a violent crime.

   At the pen I met my cellmate Bubba.  Yes, that's right: _Bubba!_ He was
huge, a six-foot-six-inch redneck from somewhere down south.  I didn't know
what he was in for, and I didn't care to ask.

   "What's your name?" Bubba asked as we lay on our respective cots that
first day.

   "Sam," I said, hoping to avoid a lengthy conversation with this gorilla.

   Bubba perked up.  "Sam?  Just like that _Wooly Bully_ guy.  What was his
name?"

   "Sam the Sham," I said, "and the Pharaohs."

   "Yeah . . .  Sam the Sham." Bubba laid his head on his pillow again. 
"That's what I'm going to call you-Sam the Sham.  You like that?"

   "Not really," I said.

   Bubba jerked up on his cot and glared at me, his face an ugly shade of
purple.  "No?  Well then maybe I'll call you Sweet Cheeks."

   I gulped.  "Sam the Sham's fine," I said.  I hoped to calm down this
giant before he blew a gasket.

   Bubba laid his head down again and stared at the ceiling, rolling the
words around in his mouth.  "Sam . . .  Sammy . . .  Sam-u-el . . .  Sam
the Sham . . .  Sa-man-tha . . ." He tossed something small in the air
toward me.  "Here, Samantha, put some of this on."

   I caught the flying object in my palm.  It was a tube of lipstick.

   EPILOGUE

   I've learned a few things in the joint.

   I learned early on that if the subject of my crimes ever came up, it was
okay to mention the pandering, possession, and fraud, but the statutory
rapes were a no-no.  That little _faux pas_ cost me one good beating.

   I attend classes for sexual predators to learn how to control my
impulses so I don't re-offend after I get out of here.

   And I've also learned to take giant cocks up my ass.  I have a much
better appreciation now for all the girls and women I sodomized over the
years.

   I heard through the grapevine that Nikki settled back down and returned
to being an A-student.  The cops didn't find her bank accounts, and the
court decided not to touch her college fund, so monetarily she's set for a
while.

   Megan found out she was pregnant a few months after our Saturday
afternoon orgy.  I don't know whether the baby's mine or Tim's, or maybe
her boyfriend Jeff's.  I haven't been asked to provide a DNA sample.  It
wouldn't matter anyway--I'm destitute and unable to pay child support while
in prison.

   My ex-girlfriend's daughter Laurie moved in with Junior, her big black
stud.  I hear he shares her around with the other two black guys they live
with, and that she's basically turned into a black-cock gangbang slut.

   As for Laurie's friend Janie, I never heard any more about her, although
I'm sure she's out there somewhere taking big cocks in her pussy, ass, and
mouth, and between those two glorious hooters.

   And Kimmy...my sweet Kimmy.  She's sent me letters lately professing her
undying love, saying she's counting the days until we can be together
again. She doesn't sign them or leave a return address, but I know they're
from her.  I haven't replied to one.  Hopefully she'll forget me in time.

   It's taken a while to accept that what I did constituted criminal
behavior.  After all, I never actually raped anyone.  All the young girls I
fucked were willing participants.  And even though I'm trying to
rehabilitate, I have to admit that, occasionally, my thoughts stray back to
those hot episodes of sex I enjoyed during that one fateful year.

   In retrospect, do I think it was worth it?  Let's see...how can I put
it? I live in a cage with a redneck gorilla named Bubba who makes me wear
lipstick and suck his cock, and who likes to jab his eleven-inch pecker up
my ass every chance he gets.  What do you think?

   But like the last line in Jimmy Buffet's song, _He Went To Paris_:

   Some of it's magic, And some of it's tragic, But I had a good time all
the way.

   And like the old man in Buffet's song, I'm writing my memoirs.  My
attorney has been trying to peddle them to a few publishers, and he thinks
he may have one interested.  Apparently the State is trying to pass a law
forbidding criminals from profiting from their crimes, so I'm under
pressure to complete them.  The working title is _Descent Into Depravity: A
Pimp's Story_.  My attorney came up with that one, bless his legalistic
soul.  Lately, though, I've considered changing it.  What do you think
about _Chasing Lolita_?
   THE END

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CHASING LOLITA by Sam Lindsey {version: 1.01}
Warning: Sex story.  Read at your own peril.
Author's Note: This is a completely re-edited version of my 2001 novella
_Chasing Lolita_.  A formatted version is available at storiesonline.net
under my author name.  Comments are welcome.  Remove the HOLA from my email

addy to reply.

   CHAPTER 9: Pimping Nikki (Mf, oral, prost)

   Nikki and I reached an understanding that night.  She could buy all the
nice clothes she wanted with her newfound wealth as long as she salted
twenty percent away in a college fund.  And she could wear her new wardrobe
whenever she was working or when we went out together, but she had to start
dressing appropriately for school.  No more miniskirts cut up to the
crotch, no more gaudy make-up.  Just regular schoolgirl attire.

   Business was brisk after that first night.  Nikki's john gave her his
business card listing all the Saturdays he'd be in town for the next six
months.  Saturday was the only night of the week I didn't have to see
Kimmy, and it was the only night Nikki's parents would let her have
sleepovers.  Nikki was using the cover story that she was staying with her
friend Megan.  Megan's mother and father went out every Saturday night and
were seldom home before one.  If Nikki's parents phoned, Megan told them
Nikki was in the washroom.  Then she would ring Nikki on her cell, and
Nikki would return her parents' call _tout de suite_.

   I became curious about Nikki's little helper Megan.  Nikki said she was
fourteen and very cute.  I made a mental note to have Nikki introduce us.
After all, one could never know too much young stuff.

   Sometimes it was inconvenient for Nikki to answer her cell phone,
especially if she was riding a big cock.  Her johns were very
understanding, though, and she always made it up to them in a big way.

   Word spread quickly that Nikki was a terrific fuck.  Initially I had a
tough time convincing a few johns to screw a fourteen-year-old--all right,
yes, she was only thirteen, but I didn't tell the johns that.  It helped
that she looked twenty-two, and it didn't hurt that I gave the johns
fraudulent receipts so they could write the cost of the date off their
taxes or submit it on their expense reports.

   Every Saturday Nikki came to my place around four (earlier if she wanted
a warm-up fuck), entering through the backyard gate to avoid prying eyes.
While it was impossible for anyone to see over my fence, I warned Nikki
that Kimmy had a view of my backyard from her upstairs bedroom window, and
Nikki started wearing long hooded parkas and sunglasses so that even if
Kimmy did see her she wouldn't recognize her.

   As soon as Nikki was in the house she headed upstairs.  I had converted
the spare room into a dressing-room and make-up studio, outfitting it with
a cosmetics station with a large mirror surrounded by bright lamp bars. 
Nikki kept her clothes and accessories there as well so her parents
wouldn't find them.  She owned some of the sluttiest, sexiest outfits I had
ever seen.

   To maintain Nikki's privacy, I installed a lock on the door.  When Kimmy
asked why it was there, I told her I had sensitive client files inside. 
She seemed to buy it at the time, although later I think she became
suspicious.

   After Nikki was all dolled-up, we would leave through the door to the
garage.  Inside the car she kept her head down (sometimes in my lap, with
my bone buried eight inches up her throat) until we cleared the
neighborhood.  Then we usually got something to eat and started the long
drive out to the airport.  The trip there was never boring; Nikki sucked my
cock the whole way, and invariably I blew my load in her hot little mouth.
She always took the time to show me her gooey treat before swallowing it
down her hungry young gullet.

   I arranged six dates for her per night, one every hour from six until
midnight.  Sometimes if we were really busy I'd sneak in another two, and
we'd go till two a.m.  Nikki could have handled more, but I wanted to make
sure she got a little rest after each performance.  Also, I didn't want her
johns to think we were shortchanging them.  After all, they were paying
$500 a pop for the privilege of fucking her little thirteen-year-old cunt
and mouth and ass.

   After much discussion, Nikki and I renegotiated my commission back up to
40%, with the understanding that I would pay for the drinks and other
amenities and she could keep her tips.  On a normal night I made $1,020,
$1,600 on a good one, all tax-free.  It was a respectable paycheck but not
quite good enough to quit my day job.

   Nikki was also making money hand over fist.  Not only did she get her
60% cut, which amounted to between $1,800 and $2,400 a night, she also got
her tips, and she always made tips.  Her biggest moneymaker was fucking her
johns without condoms.  She usually made them pay an extra $200 for that,
sometimes only $100 if they were regulars and she really liked them.

   I warned her about STDs, but because she was so young I think she
thought she was invulnerable.  Her excuse to me was that most of her johns
were older married men who were probably clean, but I knew the real reason:
Nikki was a cum-slut, pure and simple.  She loved the taste of cum and
loved to feel it spurting up her skinny twat or into her tight brown
asshole.  Her tips added significantly to her bankroll--most of her johns
couldn't pass up the opportunity to blow their loads into one of her fresh
holes.

   I made Nikki go on the Pill so we didn't have to worry about pregnancy.
I also made sure she took an HIV test once a month, though I knew it took
six months to get a true result.  As an added precaution I screened all of
Nikki's new johns personally.  If anyone seemed to be gay or a hype, or if
they looked scraggly or sick, I'd tell them "No thanks" and send them on
their way.  After all, money isn't everything, right?

   Within a few months we were so busy we couldn't accommodate all of
Nikki's clientele on Saturdays, so I convinced her to work Friday nights,
too.  She talked her parents into letting her stay out till eleven provided
she didn't hang out with boys.  Luckily they took her at her word.

   I picked her up Fridays after school and we went through our routine and
arrived at the hotel shortly before six.  She'd have four dates lined up
from six to ten, and then we'd hurry back to my place where she'd change
into her street clothes before I drove her home.  The money was fabulous. I
was making $2,400 in a good week, and Nikki could earn $3,600 plus at least
another $1,200 in tips.  I made her hand over 20% of her take religiously,
and I deposited it to her college fund and gave her monthly updates.

   I soon quit my straight job, although my income from pimping was
severely eroded by my atrocious bar tabs and an increasingly expensive
cocaine habit.

   Things with Kimmy went downhill rapidly.  She caught me snorting up in
the bathroom one day and started to scold me.  I told her I didn't need
another fucking mother and that we were through.  She was devastated. 
Kimmy was a sweet kid, but she didn't interest me sexually anymore. 
Granted, my libido had diminished due to my substance use, but I was also
having fabulous sex with Nikki.  After our Saturday night gigs we would go
back to my place and do some coke, and then I'd fuck her slick cunt and
ream her tight ass and shoot gobs and gobs of cum down her hungry throat. I
loved screwing her knowing she'd taken on a truckload of guys before me. 
Sometimes after her last trick I'd tell her not to shower so when we got
home I could fuck her slimy twat and deposit my load on top of the last
john's.  Occasionally she would force me to eat her cooze afterward, and
while I didn't like that much, I got used to it.

   I loved waking up with my prick buried in her ass, and I often reamed
her out while she was still asleep and grogged out from the coke and booze.
She was the tightest, horniest cunt I'd ever met.

   ***

   Nikki and I had been working weekends for a couple of months when I
picked her up after school one Friday.  She seemed upset.

   "What's wrong?" I asked.

   "My parents shortened my curfew," she said.  "I have to be home by nine
tonight instead of eleven.  And they're threatening to take away my
Saturday sleepovers." She gnawed on her lip, waiting for my reaction.

   "Shit!" I said.  "Why?"

   "Well...my marks on my last report card dropped off.  They want to see a
significant improvement or they're going to cut off all my privileges."

   "What's your average?"

   "C+," Nikki said, appearing ashamed.

   "Fuck, Nikki!  You used to get straight A's.  What happened?"

   "I don't know, Sam.  When I get home on Sundays I'm too tired to do
homework, and I usually sleep all day.  I'm still worn out on Monday and
Tuesday.  By Wednesday I'm feeling better, but I only have Wednesday and
Thursday night to get my homework done now that I'm working every weekend.
And no one wants me as their project partner anymore.  They say I'm too
unreliable.  So I have to do all that work on my own, too." She stared at
the floor of the car.  "I don't think the booze and the coke are helping,
either, Sam."

   My face felt like it had been tattooed with a branding iron.  "Oh yeah,
blame me!" I shouted.  "Excuses, excuses!  That's all you've got anymore!
Just buckle down and do your fucking work!  Do you want to screw up this
good thing we've got going?"

   "I-I don't know, Sam...I _have_ quite a bit of money saved up, and you
said yourself that my college fund is looking good.  I was thinking maybe I
could--"

   "I, I, I.  That's all I hear from you anymore.  Sure you've got enough
money, and sure you're awfully tired, and sure you're this and sure you're
that.  What about me?  I quit my fucking job to manage your career.  Don't
I count for anything?"

   Nikki's eyes welled up.  "Oh, Sam, you _do_ count.  You know I love you.
I just can't deal with school and my parents and everything."

   She grabbed a tissue and dabbed at her tears, then gave her pretty nose
a blow.  I wanted to fuck her right then and there, she looked so damned
sexy.

   "Maybe I could quit school and move in with you," she said.

   "Oh yeah, that'd work.  Your parents would have the cops at my door in
minutes."

   "Well then...maybe we could get married." Her big brown eyes were
pleading.

   "You can't get married without your parents' consent, you stupid cunt.
Besides, what makes you think I'd want to marry a cocksucking, cum-slut
whore like you?" I had reached the point where I wanted to humiliate and
degrade this little girl in the worst manner possible.

   Nikki burst into tears.

   "And don't pretend I corrupted you," I said.  "You were sucking cocks
and taking them up the ass long before I met you."

   I knew that would be the final cold stake through this sweet child's
heart.

   "Don't tell me what you want!" I said, spitting out the words.  "_I'll_
tell you what you want!"

   We finished the drive to my house in silence.  Nikki got ready quickly
and we started out to the airport.  We didn't stop for supper, and Nikki
made no attempt to get at my cock.

   "How about a little blowjob, baby?" I said, trying to break the ice. 
With a blank expression, Nikki unzipped my fly and pulled out my dick.  She
worked her mouth up and down it half-heartedly for a minute or two, then
started crying again.  Her tears dripped onto my cock, and her mouth washed
the salty solution away.  She started blubbering, which caused her lips to
vibrate against my shaft.  I loved watching this little adolescent
slave-girl give me her best tearful blowjob.  It took all my self-control
not to push her head down and fuck my dick up her throat.

   I felt my stomach muscles tighten, and said, "Here it cums, baby.  Time
for supper." I fucked my cock up into her face and blasted a heavy wad of
sperm to the back of her throat.  Shot after thick shot of cream blew into
her whimpering mouth as she cried and tried to swallow.  She was blubbering
so much that sperm bubbles drooled down my dick and onto my pants.

   I cuffed the back of her head.  "Swallow it, cunt!  You're making a
fucking mess!"

   Nikki worked more proficiently, eating my load, then licking the shot
spots off my pants.  She straightened up but didn't try to show me her
gooey mouthful.  Her eyes were red and puffy, her cheeks tear-stained.  She
looked totally morose.

   We pulled into the hotel parking lot at 5:15, and I grabbed my bag of
coke and mirror from the glove box and set up a few lines.  Nikki said she
didn't want any, but I told her it would make her feel better.  She took
the rolled-up hundred-dollar bill I offered and snorted two lines.

   "That's my baby," I said, stroking her hair.  "I bet you're feeling
better already, aren't you?"

   She nodded, leaned her head back, and closed her eyes.

   ***

   Fifteen minutes later we went into the bar.  I told Nikki to freshen up.
She looked like shit.  As she made her way to the ladies' room, every male
eye in the joint was on her.  The open back of her slinky red velour dress
plunged down to the crack of her ass, and the high hemline barely hid her
snatch.  A broad band of brown flesh gleamed above each of her white
thigh-high stocking tops.  On her feet she wore red four-inch heels with
narrow straps that wrapped around her thin ankles.

   I saw a few guys actually rub their crotches as she walked by their
tables.  Nikki had single-handedly tripled the business here on Friday and
Saturday nights, which was probably why we didn't get hassled by the
management.

   As she went into the washroom I figured I'd better try to salvage the
evening.  I walked out to the hotel lobby and rented a suite, then pulled
Nikki's date book from my pocket and found the room numbers for her last
three johns of the night.  Using the courtesy phone, I got hold of two of
them and asked them to meet me in my room at six.  I told them there'd been
a change of plans.  They agreed, reluctantly.

   I had seen the third john, Nikki's seven o'clock appointment, in the bar
earlier.  I tore a page from the date book, scrawled the same instructions
on it, and folded the page in half.  In the bar, I dropped it on the john's
table and proceeded to my station against the wall.  He opened the note and
read it, then looked at me and nodded.

   Dusty, the big-titted blonde who worked weekends, was on her way over to
take my order.  She smiled at me from across the room, her long tanned legs
reaching up under a tight black miniskirt, the hem three or four inches
below her crotch.  Two large nipples pushed out the yellow cotton of her
low-cut blouse.  Even without a bra she displayed a nice valley of
cleavage. Her tits looked firm for her age.  I figured she was in her
mid-thirties, but very well-preserved.  She seemed to dress more
provocatively since the first night I'd met her.  I wondered how much of
that had to do with Nikki.

   Dusty and I had flirted over the past four months, chitchatting about
this and that while I passed the long hours waiting for Nikki.  Since the
bar had gotten so much busier, we didn't have as much time to talk.  Dusty
had told me that Nikki and I were the best things to happen here in a long
time.  Her tips had more than tripled, and she was now taking home almost
$500 on a good night.  I tried to look amazed, and may even have offered a
little astonished "No," but secretly I wondered how she would feel if she
knew Nikki was making over $600 an hour letting guys party between her
legs.

   "What'll it be tonight, Sam?" she asked with a cheery smile. 
"Margarita?" She flashed me two rows of even white teeth.

   I looked at my watch.  "Nothing right now, Dusty.  I'll be back in a
while."

   Her smile mutated into a sexy smirk.  "Good.  Otherwise I'd miss you."

   She never failed to get a rise out of my cock with her flirty comments.
Her eyes slid down to my bone, then back up to my face as she ran her
tongue over her lips.  She turned and headed toward the bar, her hips doing
a slow, sexy wiggle.

   Nikki came out of the ladies' room and sashayed back to the table,
dragging the leering eyes of every male patron behind her.  Once again she
looked perfect.  She had washed the tearstains off her cheeks, and she must
have squirted eyewash in her eyes because they were no longer red and
puffy. Her make-up was redone beautifully--deep red lipstick and
pinkish-blue eye shadow, both nicely complementing her red dress.  Her hair
was combed back and flowed down halfway to her ass.

   I stood up to meet her, and we headed toward the exit that opened onto
the hotel lobby.  She looked puzzled.  "Are you coming up with me, Sam?"

   On our way to the elevators I explained about meeting her next three
johns to try to unscrew a pretty screwed-up situation.  We got into the
elevator and I laid out my plan.

   "I'm going to try to convince these guys to take you on all at once.  If
I'm lucky and they agree, and if I drive like a maniac after, I should
still be able to get you home by nine.  You might have to change your
clothes on the way." Luckily I had thrown Nikki's street garb in the trunk
before we'd left my place.

   "I don't know, Sam," she said.  She seemed to be choosing her words
carefully, obviously not wanting to piss me off again.  "I don't know if I
can do that."

   I flipped a dismissive hand in the air.  "What's to know?  You've taken
cocks in your pussy and ass and mouth before.  What difference does it make
if you take three at the same time?"

   "Well..." She managed an awkward smile.  "I guess you're right."

   I gave her a piece of paper with the number of the room I'd rented, and
one of the two pass cards I'd received from the front desk.  "Be in the
room no later than seven.  I'll go up early to order champagne and let the
johns in.  And remember, we're on a timetable.  If you can get there before
seven, do it."

   Nikki stared at the elevator floor, nodding.

   "Oh," I said, "and if they don't want to wear condoms, make sure you get
a tip from them in advance."

   The elevator opened and Nikki stepped off.  I pressed the button for my
floor.  As the doors closed I played out the next scene in my head.

   I got to my room and looked at my watch.  It was only six o'clock.  I
grabbed a beer from the mini-bar and crashed in one of the big easy chairs.
My mouth had dried up like a prune, so I chugged the beer and fetched
another.  A knock came at the door, and I got up to answer it.  Two of the
johns stood outside.  The third was walking up the hallway.  I gestured
toward the center of the room, inviting the two marks in.  I held the door
and waited for the third.

   Once everyone was inside I said, "Please, have a seat." They settled on
the two easy chairs and the one small sofa.  I offered them a drink, which
they declined.  I sat on the bed and started my spiel.

   "We've got a problem.  Lolita and I have to leave early tonight." I
looked at Nikki's seven o'clock john.  "You're up next, but I'm afraid you
other two are out of luck unless you agree to my offer."

   Disgruntled comments from johns two and three stained the air.  I
ignored them.

   "Lolita's willing to take on all three of you at seven.  She'll do you
individually or all at once-your choice." I could see from their faces that
I had their attention.  "Double penetration, triple penetration, anything
goes.  So what do you think?"

   "I don't know," one of the johns said.  "Do we, like, get a discount or
anything?"

   I glared at the old cocksucker.  "Are you fucking crazy?" I made a
motion like I was coming up off the bed, then dropped back down.  "When was
the last time you gangbanged a little thirteen-year-old?"

   "Thirteen?" one of the other johns said.  "I thought you said she was
fourteen."

   "Yeah, yeah," I said, flapping my hand in the air.  "My mistake. 
Thirteen, fourteen, what fucking difference does it make?  She's the
sweetest piece of ass you've ever had.  And she's never done a gangbang
before.  This'll be her first.  If that ain't worth full pop I don't know
what is.  I really ought to charge you motherfuckers more."

   I flashed them a grin.  I looked at each man in turn.  They were hooked.

   "Oh yeah," I said, "I'm extending the time from 6:45 till 8:30." All
three johns gave an appreciative nod.  "But don't fuck me around.  If she's
not back in the bar by 8:31, I'm coming up to get her, and that won't be
good."

   "Sure, sure, Sam," the first john said, mopping his brow with a
handkerchief.  "No need to get hot."

   "No harm done," I said.  I gave him an evil smirk to let him know I was
exactly the last pimp on Earth he wanted to fuck with.

   I collected $500 from each of them and escorted them to the door. 
"There'll be a couple of bottles of champagne here for you, and the
mini-bar's on me."

   I received a chorus of "Thanks, Sam" as they walked out the door.

   After they left, I chugged the rest of my beer and threw the can in the
wastebasket.  I called room service and ordered the champagne for 6:35.  I
looked at my watch.  It was nearly 6:20.  I figured I might as well hang
around.  I grabbed another beer from the mini-bar and had started to relax
in the chair again when a brainstorm hit.

   Being an amateur shutterbug, I always carried a digital micro-camera
with me wherever I went.  It had cost a fortune, but it was absolutely
amazing.  It was so small that it covered less than half my palm, and it
used a low-light digital technology that adjusted the picture color and
intensity based on the strength of the light source.  There was also a
timer that could be programmed to take intermittent shots.

   I checked the camera.  There was room for about twenty pictures left on
the disk.  I programmed it to snap one picture every five minutes from 6:55
to 8:30, then looked around the room for somewhere to set it up.  A large
chandelier hung from the ceiling over the foot of the bed.  I unplugged the
lamp from the desk in the corner of the room, ripped out the electrical
cord, and carried the cord and a chair to the bed.  I set the chair on the
bed and climbed up.  It was wobblier than hell, but I managed to tie the
camera to the chandelier so it was focused at the head of the bed.

   I had just returned the chair to the desk when the room door opened. 
Nikki looked a bit worse for wear, but still pretty damned good.  I checked
my watch: 6:25.

   "Good," I said, "you're early."

   Nikki went into the bathroom, and I followed to explain what was
happening.  She plopped her left foot up on the toilet seat, raised the hem
of her short red dress, and douched herself with a wet washcloth.  Her
pussy lips looked pinker and puffier than usual.

   "He came pretty quick, eh?" I said, trying to make small talk.

   Nikki shrugged.  "Same as usual."

   This little girl had honed the art of whoring to a fine science.  Her
tricks seldom took more than a half-hour anymore.  She was usually back in
the bar in plenty of time to have a drink or snort a couple of lines before
her next date.

   As she repaired her make-up I told her I'd extended the johns' time to
8:30.  "Make sure you're out of the room by then whether they've cum or
not. Earlier if possible." I told her I'd put the fear of Sam into them so
they wouldn't try to delay her.

   "And remember," I said, sounding like a perverse schoolteacher, "as soon
as they all cum, the party's over.  The quickest way to get it done is to
let all three of them fuck you at the same time.  I don't think they'll
last too long that way." I knew I wouldn't.

   Nikki fixed her hair and returned her brush to her handbag.  I held out
my palm.  She reached inside her bag again and fished out the $500 from her
last trick.  I shoved the bills in my pocket.  "I already collected off the
next three johns," I said.  "You only have to worry about getting your
tips."

   "Sam?" Nikki said, sounding tired.  She had pulled her panties from her
handbag and was putting them on.

   "Yeah?" I reached over and kneaded the back of her neck.

   She looked at me with puppy-dog eyes.  "Do you love me?"

   I smiled and pulled her into my arms.  "Of course I do, kid." I gave her
a deep kiss, wondering too late whether she had brushed her teeth after
sucking off her last john.  "Come on." I took her hand and led her to the
desk.  "I know what you need." I spooned some coke from my bag and carved
it into four lines on the desktop.  Nikki snorted two, and then I did mine.
I thought I saw some life return to her face.

   I grabbed the washcloth from the bathroom and was wiping down the desk
when a knock rattled the door.  "Room service," a male voice said.

   I threw the washcloth into the bathroom sink and went to the door.  A
twentyish-looking busboy came in with a roll cart.  He set two bottles of
champagne in an ice bucket on the table, unscrewed the cork on one bottle,
and half-filled one of a half-dozen flutes.  As I sampled the champagne I
watched him eyeing Nikki.  He was checking her out from head to toe, his
cock twitching in his pants.

   "It's fine," I said.

   He filled two glasses and produced the chit.  I signed it and escorted
him to the door.  As I walked him out I pressed a ten-spot into his hand.
In the hallway, I closed the door partway behind me and smiled at him. 
"So, do you like that?" I asked.

   He looked puzzled for a moment.  Then a grin grew on his face.  "Yes,
sir!"

   "What time do you start work tomorrow, kid?"

   "Six o'clock, sir."

   "Well, if you want to see more, come to this address around three." I
scribbled my street name and number onto a napkin from the cart.  "What's
your name, kid?"

   "Tim, sir."

   "See you tomorrow, Tim.  You won't regret it."

   He nodded, looking in shock.  He pushed his cart back down the hall.

   When I re-entered the room, Nikki was sitting in an easy chair beside
the table.  I looked at my watch.  It was almost 6:45.  I grabbed the two
flutes of champagne off the table and handed her one.  "Here's looking at
you, kid," I said in my best Humphrey Bogart.  She took a sip.  I guzzled
mine back and checked my watch again.  "Showtime." I set my glass on the
table and headed for the door.  On the way out I turned with a grin and
said, "Break a leg, kid."

   Nikki forced a smile.  "Thanks, Sam."

   I closed the door behind me and walked to the elevator.  When it opened,
two of Nikki's johns got off.  I gave them a conspiratorial wink, boarded
the car, and pressed the button for the lobby.

   Back in the bar, I gave Dusty the high sign, then sat at my table,
resting my head on my arms.  A minute later I heard her voice.

   "Rough night, Sam?"

   I lifted my head and gazed into her pretty face.  "Kind of."

   "Me, too." She set a napkin down, followed by my Margarita.  "Actually,
a rough week"

   "Oh?" I didn't want to seem too inquisitive.

   She lingered at the table, a serious expression on her face.  "Yeah.  My
boyfriend and I split up."

   "I'm sorry, Dusty.  For good do you think?"

   She shrugged her shoulders, frowning.  "Fraid so." She found her pretty
smile again.  "Oh well, plenty of fish in the sea."

   "Yep." I continued to make eye contact, stirring my Margarita.

   Dusty started to walk away, then stopped and turned.  "I get a break at
7:30, Sam.  You wouldn't want to...you know...talk?"
I beamed her a big caring smile.  "I'd be happy to, Dusty.  Come and get

me."

   As she headed back to the bar my eyes locked onto her ass.  It was
swaying invitingly under her tight black skirt.  Just talking to her had my
bone so hard it ached.  It had been so long since I'd fucked a real woman
that I barely remembered what it felt like.  If ever I had the chance to
get laid, this was it.  Talk, my ass.  That look in her eye told me what
she really wanted--a good hard fucking.

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CHASING LOLITA by Sam Lindsey {version: 1.01}
Warning: Sex story.  Read at your own peril.
Author's Note: This is a completely re-edited version of my 2001 novella
_Chasing Lolita_.  A formatted version is available at storiesonline.net
under my author name.  Comments are welcome.  Remove the HOLA from my email

addy to reply.

   CHAPTER 10: Dusty and Me (MF, oral, anal)

   For the next half-hour I watched Dusty serve the other customers while
working myself into a sexual tizzy.  Some of the patrons were a bit frisky,
and I saw a few of them rub their hands over Dusty's ass when she leaned
over to set down their drinks.  She didn't overreact, she just gave them
her "Naughty boy, shame on you" look, wiggled her bum, and walked away.

   The boys were rowdier than normal, probably because they hadn't seen
Nikki in almost ninety minutes.  She was usually back in the bar every
half-hour like clockwork, and she always played up to the boys.  She would
let them squeeze their hands under her skirt and paw her ass, and then
she'd wriggle her butt around on them.  Most of the time she wore a thong,
so they'd get a handful of naked teen ass-flesh.  Sometimes she even let
them finger her cunt through her panties before reaching down and giving
their cocks a squeeze.  I had to hand it to the kid, she knew how to work a
room.  No wonder we were so fucking busy.

   At 7:30 Dusty came over and said, "You ready, Sam?"

   "Yep." I stood from my stool.  My cock had quieted a bit, but it was
still tenting out the front of my pants.  I watched Dusty's eyes stray
there.

   "Where to?" I said.  "The restaurant?"

   "I thought we could go someplace quieter and...you know...talk."

   "Sure."

   Dusty's tongue ran over her pink lips.  My cock did a mad lurch.

   "How about my car?" I said.

   "Great."

   In the parking lot, I opened the passenger door for Dusty, then climbed
in my side.  Dusty scooted toward the center of the bench seat and took my
hand.  "I really appreciate this, Sam.  Sometimes a girl just has to . . .
you know . . .  talk, and it's nice having someone to talk to."

   "I'm here for you, kid," I said, smiling.

   "I've been so upset this past week.  I know I'm probably better off
without that creep, but I get so...so lonely."

   "I know, I know." I brushed a lock of soft blonde hair off her temple,
then moved my hand to the back of her neck and kneaded the tight muscles
there.  "Dusty, you're a beautiful woman.  Any man in his right mind would
give an arm and a leg just to talk to you like we're doing now, let alone
be your lover."

   "You really think so?"

   "I know so.  And a woman as beautiful as you doesn't have to be lonely
for long."

   I watched the lust slither in behind her eyes.  With my hand behind her
neck I drew her to me.  She wet her lips, and when our faces met I plunged
my tongue into her mouth.  A whimper crept up from her throat as I kneaded
her breast through her yellow blouse.  I trailed my hand down her stomach,
over her skirt, and underneath to caress her mound.  Her pussy was on fire.
I slid the crotch of her panties aside and sank a finger deep into her
sopping hole.  When I rubbed her clit with my thumb, she moaned and spread
her legs wider.

   As I finger-fucked her, her tongue pushed mine back and invaded my
mouth. Her hand dropped to my lap and squeezed my shaft through my pants. I
could feel pre-cum soaking through them.  She must have thought I was ready
to spew because she pulled her face back and panted, "Just a minute, Sam."

   She hiked up her skirt and dragged her panties down her legs.  As she
leaned over to free them from her ankles, I unzipped my fly and pulled out
my sausage.  Dusty sat back in her seat again, and I shifted her toward the
passenger side to avoid the steering wheel.  She looked at my lap, and when
she saw my hard eight inches pointing skyward, she teased her tongue over
her lips again and began to tremble.

   I lifted her up by the waist and scooted under her.  With her back to
me, she brought her feet up onto the seat and crouched over my lap.  She
grabbed my cock, swabbed the head over her plump sex lips, and slowly
settled down onto it.  As my prick slipped inside her she breathed out a
long, low "Oh, Sam!"

   I reached around and grabbed two big handfuls of tit-flesh through her
blouse while she ground her cunt around on my root.  She lifted up until my
cock nearly popped from her hole, then dropped down again, impaling
herself. Soon her wet cooze was sliding up and down my pole in earnest.

   "Oh, Sam, it's been so long.  It feels so good."

   "I know, I know." I kissed her back through her blouse, continuing to
paw her boobs.  Within a few minutes her cunt was pounding up and down on
my prick furiously, her breath spurting out in gasps.  Her body began to
vibrate like she was plummeting down a rickety roller-coaster ride.

   "Fuck me, Sam!  Fuck me good!  Cum inside me!"

   I slid my hands down to her hips and grasped them.  Each time she
dropped down onto my bone I drove it up deep inside her.  But I knew there
was no way I could get off in her cunt.  It was too loose and sloppy for
someone who'd been screwing teenagers exclusively the past year.  I just
wanted her to cum quickly so I could find a tighter hole.

   I moaned, "Oh Dusty, your cunt's so fucking tight, baby.  You're going
to make me shoot my load."

   She was jamming her twat down hard and thrashing her head around so much
I thought she might bash her brains out on the roof of the car.  I reached
around and tickled her clit, and she erupted in orgasm, crushing her body
back against me, twisting her pussy on my pole, quaking and shuddering as
if she were in a juiced-up electric chair.

   After a minute her hip movements slowed and her breathing turned more
regular.  Her eyes were closed, her face pink and shiny.

   "Dusty?" I whispered, rubbing her back.  "Baby?"

   "Wha...?" Her eyes fluttered open.  She turned her head to look at me.

   "I didn't cum yet.  Lift up a second."

   She rose up until my prick popped from her hole.  I grabbed it and
nudged it against her back door.  She hesitated a moment, then eased down
about an inch, to the point where most of my crown was inside her ass.  She
squeezed her eyes shut again and bit her lip as she wriggled her butt,
trying to work it onto my pole.

   When the second inch wedged up her ass, her face twisted into a series
of grimaces.  Figuring it was now or never, I grabbed her hips and slammed
her down onto my lap

   "Oh God!" she screamed, her anal muscles spasming around my cock.  She
tried to scoot up, but I yanked her back down.  "Oh no!" she cried.  "I
can't do this!  It hurts too much!"

   She reared up again and I jammed her back down.

   We played this silly game for the next few minutes-she trying to escape
my bone, me jerking her back onto it-until finally she surrendered and sank
her ass fully onto my eight inches.  Her body sagged and a low groan
rumbled up from her throat.

   "Shhhh," I said, massaging her shoulders.  A few seconds later: "Dusty?"
She opened her eyes and looked at me.  "Haven't you ever been fucked in the
ass before?"

   She shook her head, biting her lip, grimacing.

   "Try to relax," I said, working my thumbs into her knotted neck muscles.
"Here, let me help you."

   I reached around and touched her clit, and her body went rigid as a
surfboard.  I traced my finger in slow circles over the slippery nubbin,
and her breathing began to grow choppy again.  She lifted her ass off my
cock about two inches and slowly eased it back down.  She repeated this
action, once, twice, and as her pleasure from my finger mounted, she became
more and more adventurous, until eventually her ass was gliding up and down
my pole almost as smoothly as her cunt had earlier.  I held her waist with
one hand while frigging her clit with the other, pumping my hips up each
time she dropped onto my log.  Within minutes she had worked herself into a
lather again, slamming her ass down onto my bone with increasing intensity.
I felt her body began to quiver, and smiled-she was experiencing her very
first anal orgasm.  As she writhed on my cock, she took my hand from her
waist and sucked on my fingers as if they were covered with chocolate.  I
beamed inside knowing I'd deflowered another anal virgin.

   Dusty rocked for another minute, then sank down fully on my cock again.
Her bunghole was tight, almost as tight as Nikki's cunt.  I felt like I
could blow my load at any second.  "Dusty?" I said, rubbing her back. 
"Baby?"

   "Wha...?" She opened her eyes and looked at me again.

   "I didn't cum yet.  I want to cum in your mouth."

   She shook off the cobwebs and kneeled on the floor between my legs. 
With her hand around my dick she licked my slit, then took the crown into
her mouth.  She obviously wasn't into deep-throating tonight. 
Nevertheless, I leaned back and appreciated what I was getting.

   Within a few minutes my balls reared up and my stomach started doing
flip-flops.  I held Dusty's head in my hands as the first blast of cum
surged up through my dick and jetted into her throat.  I popped my prick
from her face, and she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue as another
hot shot of sperm squirted out.  Spurt after heavy spurt followed, until
finally I rested my spent prick on her outstretched tongue.  She closed her
lips around it and sucked gently, coaxing out the last few drops of love
juice.

   I eased my cock from her mouth, and cum drooled from her lips and cheeks
onto her chin.  She swished my cream around in her mouth and blew a sperm
bubble, gazing up at me with slutty eyes.  I watched her Adam's apple bob
and knew my thick juice was sliding down her throat.  Long strings of goo
still dangled from her chin, so I scooted closer to the driver's side to
avoid soiling my pants.  Leering up at me through half-closed slits, she
licked the cum off her face and swallowed it, then stuck out her tongue to
show me it was clean.  I groaned and lifted her under her elbows and
planted my tongue down her throat.

   When our lips parted she gave me a sultry smile and said, "Mmmm.  Now
that's what I call a meal." I offered her some tissues, and she wiped the
jizz off her face and neck.  I grabbed a few tissues myself and dabbed at
the shot spots that had dappled her blouse and landed on my car seat.

   As I wiped my cream off my lips, she looked at her watch and said,
"Shit! It's after eight.  I'm late." She flung the door open, jumped from
the car, and pranced toward the bar in a dangerous-looking high-heeled
two-step.

   I leaned toward the dash and pushed the stop button on the small video
camera hidden inside the fake compass ball there.  As I replaced my cock
inside my pants, I noticed that, careful as I'd been, a fair amount of
pussy juice and cum had still accumulated on the front of my trousers.  I
grabbed another tissue and tried to wipe the fluids off, then left to get
Nikki.

   I didn't see her in the bar so I decided to go up to the room.  On my
way to the exit Dusty gave me a sexy smirk.  I winked at her.  The shot
spots on her blouse showed a little darker than the rest of the material,
but I didn't think she noticed.  With Nikki and I leaving early tonight, I
was sure she'd get manhandled by the rowdy crowd that was used to having
Nikki around to paw at.

   I arrived at the room and looked at my watch.  It was only 8:15.  I
decided to wait in the stairwell while Nikki finished.  A few minutes later
I heard a round of goodbyes, and peered through the window in the stairwell
door.  The three johns were leaving.  As soon as they were on the elevator
I went into the room.  Nikki was getting dressed.  She jumped when she saw
me.

   "Sam!  What are you doing here?"

   "Come to get you," I said.  I surveyed the room.  Both magnums of
champagne were empty, as were a few small bottles of Scotch from the
mini-bar.  The bed was a cum-soaked mess-the horny pigs hadn't even pulled
the bed cover back before sticking it to my girl.  I grabbed the chair from
beside the desk, stood it on the bed, and climbed up to untie my
micro-camera.

   "What's that?" Nikki asked.

   "I'll tell you later." I climbed down, grabbed her bag off the
nightstand, took her hand, and led her out the door.  We caught the
elevator down and were jogging through the lobby toward the bar entrance
when I changed my mind and made a sharp right turn toward the main exit.

   Nikki almost tripped over her high heels.  "Why are we going this way?"
she asked.

   "The boys are a little rambunctious tonight.  We'll be forever getting
out of here if they latch onto you." It was true, but in the back of my
mind I knew I didn't want to see Dusty again.

   Once we were in the car, I drove away like a maniac.  I flipped on the
radar detector and looked at my watch.  8:25.  We still had a chance to get
home by nine.

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CHASING LOLITA by Sam Lindsey {version: 1.01}
Warning: Sex story.  Read at your own peril.
Author's Note: This is a completely re-edited version of my 2001 novella
_Chasing Lolita_.  A formatted version is available at storiesonline.net
under my author name.  Comments are welcome.  Remove the HOLA from my email

addy to reply.

   CHAPTER 11: Nikki's Gangbang (MMMf, oral, anal, prost, Mf nc)

   On the road I asked Nikki, "So how did it go?"

   "Okay," she said.  She was scraping her fingernail over something crusty
on the seat between us.  Shit!  It was cum from when I'd popped Dusty
earlier.

   "What's this?" she asked, sniffing her finger.  She held it out to me.

   I looked at it quizzically.  "Fucked if I know." I figured I'd better
change the subject.  "So did the johns give you any trouble?"

   "Nope," Nikki said.  She returned her hands to her lap and stared out
the passenger window.  I could see this was going to be like pulling teeth.
I figured she was still pissed at me for being such an asshole earlier.

   "Look," I said, "I'm sorry about what happened before.  I don't know
what gets into me sometimes."

   "I know what gets into you, Sam.  Too much coke and too much booze."

   "You're right, baby.  I'm going to cut back . . .  starting now."

   She gave me a mournful look.  "Oh, Sam, could you?"

   "For you, baby, anything." I diverted my eyes from hers and plopped them
back on the road.

   She unfastened her seatbelt and slid closer to me on the bench seat.  I
draped my arm around her, and she leaned her head on my shoulder.

   "So," I said, "are you going to tell me how it went?"

   She gave a little nod.  "When the guys arrived, I poured us all
champagne and took care of business first.  No one wanted to wear a condom,
so I charged them an extra $150 each."

   "Cheap," I said.

   "Yeah, but there were three of them, and they weren't going to get their
full time."

   "I suppose."

   "After I collected the money, I took my champagne over to the bed.  Joe
sat on one side of me and Hank sat on the other."

   "Wait a minute," I said.  "Which one's Joe and which one's Hank?" Nikki
had so many johns these days I couldn't keep them straight.

   "Joe's the older chubby guy from Green Bay.  You know, the salesman? 
The grandfather?"

   "Right." I could picture him now.  He was the cheap son-of-a-bitch who'd
tried to get a discount.

   "And Hank's the lawyer from Cleveland.  The know-it-all.  He never told
me how old he is, but I'd guess mid-forties."

   "Right," I said.  Hank was the one who had acted flabbergasted when I'd
let it slip that Nikki was only thirteen, as if it should make a fucking
difference to an attorney whether his whore is thirteen or fourteen.

   "And the third guy," Nikki said, "the shy one, that's Stan.  I think he
told me he's thirty-eight.  He's so shy he's cute." She giggled.

   "And what does he do?"

   "He owns a software company in Detroit."

   "Right.  So you were sitting on the bed, drinking champagne, and . . ."

   "And Joe leaned over and kissed me.  He must have been smoking cigars
earlier because his breath smelled really funky.  He worked his tongue
around in my mouth while Hank grazed his fingers up and down my back,
giving me goose bumps.  Joe started squeezing my titties--well, the Kleenex
there, anyway--and Hank slid his hand under my dress.  I'm wearing my
skimpy pink thong, and it wasn't long before Hank had it pulled aside and
was fingering me.  I was a little embarrassed because I did like you said
and didn't take a shower earlier.  I meant to take one in the room, but
they were on me so fast I didn't have a chance.  Anyway, Hank worked one
finger up my pussy, then two."

   "Did the last guy cum inside you?" I asked.

   Nikki rolled her eyes.  "Oh yeah.  Big time.  He must have saved up for
a couple of months to shoot a load like that.  I'm sure Hank felt it, but
it didn't faze him.  He gave my cunt a good going-over, then leaned on me,
trying to get me to lie down.  Joe was a good sport and climbed off the
bed. I laid back on the pillow, and Hank reached under my dress and pulled
my panties down.  He sniffed them, then dropped them on the floor.  He
hiked my dress up, held my legs in the air, and started eating my pussy."

   "He ate the last john's cum out of your cunt?" I said.  I had hoped I
wasn't the only one perverted enough to do that.

   Nikki rolled her eyes again.  "Oh yeah.  I think he got it all, too. 
His tongue was so far up me I thought I was going to faint.  He wormed it
around inside till I could hardly stand it.

   "Meanwhile, Joe had taken his clothes off and was feeding me his dick.
It's nearly eight inches long, and fat.  I was trying to give him a decent
blowjob, but it was distracting with Hank munching on my cunt.  I've never
done two guys before."

   "I know," I said, trying to show great understanding.  "So did you cum
while Hank was eating you?"

   Another eye roll.  "Oh yeah.  Like fireworks.  Poor Joe must have
thought I was going to bite his cock off, my head was thrashing around so
much.  And my legs were wrapped around Hank's neck in a scissor-lock so
tight I'm sure he thought I was going to snap it in two.

   "Anyway, I finally settled down, with Joe still fucking my mouth.  Hank
stood up and stripped then.  His cock was hard-well, as hard as it gets;
it's only six inches, if that.  He climbed between my legs and started
fucking me.  He was pounding my pussy pretty good, and Joe's cock was
drooling love juice as he jammed it deeper and deeper down my throat.  I
was afraid they were both going to cum and we'd only been there forty
minutes.  So I pulled Joe's cock from my mouth and clamped my legs around
Hank's back and said, 'Whoa, boys!  Slow down.' They gave me a funny look,
so I said, 'We've still got an hour left.  Let's use it all, okay?' "

   "What was Stan doing while this was happening?"

   "He was sitting in a chair, massaging his bone and drinking champagne.
He's so darn shy." Nikki giggled.  "Anyway, Hank got off me and I took off
my dress.  I decided to leave on my thigh-highs because I think they make
me look sexy.  I laid my dress over the back of a chair and crooked my
finger at Stan, and he came over and sat between Joe and Hank.  I kneeled
on the floor in front of them and started sucking their cocks.  While I was
doing one guy, I jerked the others, then moved down the line.  Every so
often I gave the next guy in line a French kiss before I started to blow
him.  I don't know if they liked that, but nobody complained.  I sucked
them for at least twenty minutes.  The trick was to make sure they didn't
cum.  If someone moaned too loud or started breathing too heavy, or if I
felt his cock jump, I'd take it out of my mouth or quit jerking it, and
then I'd run it over my nipples or lay it between my titties and let the
john pretend he was fucking them."

   My heart swelled with pride.  This little girl was a pro.  My cock was
swelling, too.  I was surprised Nikki hadn't tried to get at it.

   "Anyway," she said, "it was getting late, so I said to the guys, 'I want
all three of you now, one in each hole.' Well, you've never heard so much
bickering.  Joe and Hank went on and on as to why they should get to fuck
my ass, while Stan just sat there quietly.  He's so shy." Another giggle.

   I could see that Stan had quickly become Nikki's favorite in this
_m�nage a trois_.

   Nikki continued: "After five minutes of arguing, Stan said, 'We're
running out of time.  Let's put our names in a hat and let Lolita pull them
out.  The first name drawn gets to fuck her ass, the second her pussy, the
last her mouth.'" Nikki breathed a deep sigh.  "He looked so strong and
handsome, he sent shivers up my spine.  He was just like Gary Cooper in
_High Noon_."

   I was starting to dislike this Stan prick.  "Yeah, yeah.  Then what?"

   "Hank wrote the names down and dropped them in a wastebasket.  Joe shook
it up and brought it over to me, and Stan said, 'Remember: ass, pussy,
mouth.' Everyone nodded.  I reached in and pulled out the first name.  It
was Stan." Nikki giggled again.

   I rolled _my_ eyes.

   "I was hoping it would be him," she said, a little too dreamily for my
liking.  "He has the nicest cock of the three-about ten inches long and
really thick.  I knew I'd need some help taking that baby up my tush.

   "I pulled out the next slip and it was Joe.  As soon as he heard his
name he tried to crawl between my legs.  Stan said, 'Wait a minute, let the
lady arrange us the way she wants.' " Nikki sighed.  "I _really_ liked
being called a lady.

   "So I got my tube of cherry gel from my handbag and crooked my finger at
Stan, and he came over and laid on his back.  I sucked his cock to get it
hard, then coated it with the cherry gel and climbed over him, facing away.
I grabbed his prick and pressed it against my ass.  He held the base with
one hand and wrapped his other hand around my waist, helping me to push
down."

   "How considerate," I muttered.

   "Huh?"

   "Nothing.  Continue."

   "It took a while, but we finally managed to squeeze his whole ten inches
up my tush.  I lifted up and lowered myself down a few times to make sure I
could still move.  The last time I pushed down, Stan moaned and whispered,
'Oh Lolita, you're so fucking hot, baby.' He'd never called me 'baby'
before." Nikki took another deep, dreamy breath.  "He'd never been in my
butt, either.  I made sure he was all the way in and then leaned back into
his arms and laid my head on his shoulder.  I closed my eyes and stuck out
my tongue and he sucked it like a little baby.  It was so sweet." Another
fucking sigh.

   "Meanwhile, Joe was getting impatient.  He climbed between my legs and
rammed his cock into me as far as it would go.  Hank got on his knees
beside me and fed me his little six-incher.  Once we were all settled, the
guys really went to town.  I lifted myself up and down on Stan's cock while
Joe hammered away at my pussy.  Hank held my head and fucked my mouth like
I was his own personal slut.  Oh, Sam . . ." Nikki breathed out another
long contented sigh.  "I never felt so full in my life."

   I was starting to get jealous.  I had never participated in a gangbang
before, and I now regretted not inviting myself to this one.  But it
wouldn't have been good for business, the pimp fucking his whore along with
the customers, especially after intimidating them earlier.  The only thing
saving me from being thoroughly pissed off was Nikki's hand, which was
stroking my dick through my pants.  I wanted her to take it out and jerk
it, but I didn't want to interrupt her story.

   "Anyway," she said, "the guys were poking all three of my holes pretty
good.  Stan was bucking up into my butt each time I dropped down on his
pole, making sure I got his full ten inches.  Old Joe had his hands under
my ass, and he was slamming his prick into me and sweating up a storm.  And
Hank was fucking my face while I moaned around his dick.  I would have
liked something bigger in my mouth--his little thing barely reached my
throat--but I didn't complain.  I was enjoying having so much man-meat in
me at one time.

   "I pulled Hank's cock from my mouth and fisted it while I concentrated
on fucking my ass up and down on Stan's pole.  'Oh Stan!' I moaned 'Oh
baby! Fuck my little ass with your big prick!  I've never felt anything so
huge in my life!  You're tearing me apart!  I love it!  I love you!  Fuck
me, baby!  Cum in my ass!  I need your cum!'

   "And everything I said was true--well, except for the part about loving
him.  I mean, I really like him and all, but...  Anyway, Stan's hands
tightened on my hips and he started punching his big dick up my tush.  I
know it sounds weird, but it almost felt like it was pushing up into my
stomach.  And all this time Stan never said a word.  He's so shy."

   Nikki giggled again.  Again I rolled my eyes.

   "Hank was getting impatient," she said, "so I took his drooling prick
and rubbed it all over my face and said, "Oh Hank, I love your big dick.  I
love it when you push it down my throat.  Take me, baby!  I want to be your
cock-whore!  Make me your cum-slut slave-girl!  Fuck my face, baby!  Cum in
my mouth!  I want to taste your cock cream!'

   "As I told him these lies, his eyes went all wild.  He grabbed my head
and shoved his prick back into my mouth and yelled, "Yeah!  Take my big
dick, you skinny cunt!  Swallow it whole!  I'm gonna give you a meal you'll
never forget.  Then I'm gonna take you home and let my neighbors fuck you.
Then I'm gonna let my clients fuck you.  Then I'm even gonna let my dog
fuck you!'

   "I admit the part about the dog got me going, but the rest of it was
just delusions of grandeur, if you ask me.

   "Anyway, the dirty talk was really getting to the guys.  They were
jamming their pricks into me like crazy.  It was so beautiful, Sam.  We'll
have to try it again.  Maybe you can join in next time."

   "Yeah," I said, "I think so." I was savoring the feeling of Nikki's
fingers around my bone as I continued to breakneck down the freeway at
ninety miles an hour.

   "They must have fucked me for a good ten minutes," Nikki said.  "I was
amazed that nobody came.  I came twice, but they just held me down and
fucked me through it as if nothing was happening.

   "After my last orgasm, old Joe seemed to be running out of steam.  He
was poking his prick into me half-heartedly, resting a few seconds each
time he bottomed out.  So I pulled Hank's cock from my mouth again and
said, 'Fuck me, Joe!  Give it to me like I was your little granddaughter!
How old is she, Joe?' 'Fourteen,' he muttered.  'Yeah, fourteen, you
perv--the same age as me.  Fuck me, Grandpa!  You feel so good between my
legs!  Shoot your sperm into my little-girl hole.  Make me a baby, Grandpa!
I want your baby!'

   "Joe closed his eyes and twisted my ass cheeks in his hands and drilled
his prick into me with a passion, muttering 'Julie, Julie,' over and over
again." Nikki smiled.  "I don't know who Julie is, but I think I can guess.

   "By this time all three studs looked ready to explode.  I needed to feel
them blasting into my holes, so I slurped on Hank's dick for a few minutes
more, then yelled, 'Fuck me, you bastards!  Cum inside me!  I want to feel
your cock cream filling me up!  Give me your cum!  I want your cum!'

   "Hank had other ideas, though.  He said, 'No, don't cum inside her. 
Let's do a circle jerk and give the little slut a cum bath.'

   "Joe's eyes popped open and he started chanting, 'Cum bath!  Cum Bath!
Cum bath!' Stan must have decided to just go along, because he didn't say a
thing.  He's so shy." Nikki giggled again.

   I was beginning to hate this Stan prick.

   "Anyway, Joe got off me, and I eased up off Stan's pole.  After all
three cocks left my body I felt terrible.  Honestly, Sam, I've never felt
so empty in my life." A pout smeared Nikki's pretty face.

   "I laid back down on the pillow and the three guys gathered around
me-Joe on my left side, Hank on my right, Stan between my legs.  They
started beating their meat with their eyes closed, moaning and groaning and
gritting their teeth.  It was neat wondering which one was going to shoot
first, and how big a load I could coax.  I hardly ever see anybody cum,
Sam. You _know_ how I like feeling it spurting inside me."

   "Yeah," I said, gritting my own teeth.  Nikki had freed my cock from my
pants and was jerking me off.

   "It was interesting to watch, but like I said, I felt empty.  Stan was
massaging his big hand up and down his pole, rolling his cockhead in his
palm, then sliding his fist down to the base of the stalk.  He really has a
beautiful cock, Sam." Another sigh.

   I wanted to murder the prick.

   "Stan opened his eyes and looked at me.  He must have noticed I was sad,
because the next thing I knew his pole was nudging my cunt."

   "What a considerate fellow," I muttered, wondering where I could bury
his body.

   "He put his hands under my thighs and started working his prick into my
cooze.  Pretty soon he bottomed out and I felt full again.  He never
pounded me or anything.  It was more of a loving fuck--you know, like
between a boyfriend and girlfriend.

   "The other two guys started ranting and raving, so I returned my
attention to them.  Hank's eyes flew open, and he leaned over my titty and
started to cum.  A few weak shots drooled out, and then one last little
spurt dribbled onto my elbow.  It was pathetic.  He hardly had any ball
pressure at all.

   "Then Old Joe's eyes flipped open and he went off like a cannon.  All
that talk about his granddaughter must have got to him, because I don't
ever remember him cumming like that.  He sprayed down my body with what
seemed like buckets of jizz, moaning 'Julie, Julie" the whole time,

   "When Stan saw the other guys open their eyes, he yanked his cock out of
me and fisted it again.  I guess he didn't want them to think he was
cheating or something.  He jerked on his prick, staring at me, and a look
like pain crept into his face.  He groaned and said, 'Oh Lolita, take my
load, pretty baby!'

   "I was surprised when he pushed his cock inside me again.  It wasn't
that deep, but the first blast felt like it shot five inches up my hole.

   "He jerked his cock out and aimed it at my face, and another bullet
exploded from it, flying through the air and into my mouth.  I've never
seen cum fly that far before.

   "I looked into his eyes and worked his semen around in my mouth while he
hosed my body down with sperm.  He sprayed it up and down my legs,
saturating my thigh-highs, then shot it onto my titties and belly, adding
another layer of goo on top of Joe's and Stan's.  As he watched me swallow
his load, he groaned and pointed his cock at my slit again, depositing the
last few globs around my hole.  Oh, Sam, it was so intense.  I've never
seen anyone cum that much in my life."

   "Nngghhh!" I grunted through clenched teeth.  I was ready to explode. 
Nikki worked her fist up and down my bone and continued with her story,
oblivious to my plight.

   "After everybody came I checked myself out.  God, I was a mess!  Cum was
everywhere, flowing off me onto the bedspread.  I massaged it into my
skin--I read somewhere it's a really good moisturizer--while Joe and Hank
tried sticking their dicks in my mouth.  I didn't get it all worked in, but
I figured I'd better take care of those guys before they poked my eye out.
I grabbed their dicks and started sucking them, first one and then the
other.  I wanted Stan in my mouth, too, but he had a different idea.  He
dipped his head down and started licking up the cream he'd shot on my cunt
lips.  As soon as he had a mouthful, he looked up at me and showed me the
glommy mess on his tongue.  Then he swallowed it and smiled and went down
for more." Another dreamy sigh.  "It was the sexiest thing I've ever seen.

   "After he cleaned me up, he squeezed his tongue up into my cunt. 
Honestly, Sam, he must have snaked that baby up me a good two inches.  His
nose was rubbing my clit, and I couldn't help it, I went off again like a
little slut.  My body shook and my titties jiggled as I clamped my thighs
around his head and rode him like a cowgirl.

   "I was still jerking off Hank and Joe, but I knew we didn't have time
for another round, so I took both their cocks into my mouth at the same
time while Stan mashed his tongue against my clit."

   "Fuck!" I shouted.  I glanced into the rearview mirror and jammed on the
brakes, veering onto the shoulder, nearly losing control of the car.

   "What's wrong, Sam?" Nikki said, fear tearing her voice.  "What is it?
The cops?" She craned her neck around to look out the back window.

   I jumped out my door and ran over to hers.  I yanked it open and pulled
her out.

   "I don't see anybody," she said.

   I dragged her by the arm to a grassy area and threw her down.

   "What the ...?" she said as she tumbled to the ground.

   My pants were already down at my knees, my prick swinging wildly.  I
fell on top of her and hiked up her dress, ripped off her panties, and
shoved my throbbing tool up her cunt.

   She tried to push me off.  "Sam, no!"

   I grabbed her hands and pinned them over her head.

   "Get off me, you motherfucker!" she shouted.  "Get off me or
I'll--_mmmph_!"

   I clamped a hand over her mouth as my cock jackhammered into her hole.
It must have been a sight to behold, my pale ass humping up and down
frantically between her slender brown legs.  Several passers-by honked
their horns, but no one stopped to offer assistance.  A sad commentary on
modern society, but lucky for me

   Within seconds I delivered my rapist load up Nikki's slick channel.  It
was a powerful orgasm, intensified by her writhing and squirming.  I didn't
think I'd ever stop spurting.  Finally I collapsed on top of her, my hands
continuing to render her immobile and silent.

   Suddenly aware that time was fast evaporating, I crawled off her, stood
up, and offered my hand.  She looked at it with terror in her eyes.  She
struggled to her feet under her own power.

   "Come on, let's go," I said, and headed to the car.  I popped the trunk
open, grabbed Nikki's street clothes, and hopped in the driver's seat.  A
minute later Nikki opened the passenger door and climbed in.  If not for
her curfew I don't think she would have come with me.  I already had the
engine idling, and as she closed her door I punched the gas pedal, spinning
the tires and zigzagging back onto the freeway.  I needed to do a hundred
now to have any chance of making it home by nine.  I floored the
accelerator and flipped on the radar detector.

   "What was that all about?" Nikki asked, daggers in her voice.  She
grabbed a handful of tissues and mopped my sloppy load from her cooze.

   I shrugged.  "Rape games.  You like rape games."

   Nikki glared at me.  "It didn't seem like a game to me, Sam.  If you
needed to cum so bad, why didn't you just ask?  I would've sucked you off."

   "Yeah, well I wanted to cum in your pussy.  Sorry.  I thought you'd like
it."

   "Well you thought wrong." Nikki peeled off her designer dress and
changed into her street clothes.  Silence filled the vehicle, which was
okay with me.  I needed to pay attention to the road.  We were hitting
speeds of 110 miles per hour.  The least mistake could be deadly.

   No more of this shit, I thought.  From now on we'd do one Friday-night
gangbang and that would be it.  Between our standard rate and Nikki's tips
we'd made $2,650 in two and a half hours.  Not a bad night's take.

   I exited the freeway and said to Nikki, "By the way, I'd really like to
meet your friend Megan.  Why don't you bring her over tomorrow, say around
two."

   "Why?" Nikki asked, her voice thick with suspicion.

   "I want to meet her, that's all.  She's been a big help to us with this
thing.  She knows what we're doing, right?"

   Nikki nodded.

   "Good.  Then we don't have to keep any secrets from her.  We can be
ourselves.  Bring her over and we'll chinwag a bit.  I'll cook up some
burgers and we can play some games."

   "I don't think she'll like your kind of games, Sam."

   "Come on, baby," I whined.

   "Well...okay."

   I pulled up at the park around the corner from Nikki's house.  Nikki
jumped from the car and slammed the door, completely forgetting our
goodnight kiss.

   Driving home I felt a smirk crawl onto my face.  Tomorrow should be
interesting.

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CHASING LOLITA by Sam Lindsey {version: 1.01}
Warning: Sex story.  Read at your own peril.
Author's Note: This is a completely re-edited version of my 2001 novella
_Chasing Lolita_.  A formatted version is available at storiesonline.net
under my author name.  Comments are welcome.  Remove the HOLA from my email

addy to reply.

   CHAPTER 12: Sam and Nikki and Tim and Megan (MMff, oral, anal, first)

   As soon as I was in the door I fixed a Margarita and replayed the
evening's events in my head.

   I had finally gotten to fuck that big-titted barmaid Dusty, giving it to
her hard in all three holes before depositing a huge load of cum in her
slutty mouth.  I smiled, recalling the lustful expression in her eyes as
she swallowed my gooey gift.  Deflowering her virgin ass ranked up there
with my most exciting sexual experiences ever--at least with a woman.  It
was much farther down the list if I included the teenagers I'd fucked
exclusively for the past year.

   I remembered the videodisc containing the record of our passionate
tryst, and reached into my jacket pocket to retrieve it.  I also felt the
micro-camera I'd rigged up earlier in the evening.

   I finished my Margarita, mixed another, and headed upstairs to change.
After donning my red silk robe, I took the videodisc and the camera back
downstairs to the computer in the den.  I hooked the camera up to the
computer and started downloading the pictures of Nikki's gangbang.  I was
dying to see them.

   As I waited for the pics to copy, I set up a couple of lines of coke on
my desk and snorted them.  I left the baggy there, thinking I'd probably
need more later.  It could be a long night.

   After the pictures were ready I began to view them in order.  They were
very clear but a little disappointing.  Because of the location of the
camera, a lot of the shots consisted of just the asses of the various men
as they humped up and down between my girlfriend's legs.  There was Hank,
the fortyish lawyer, and his incredibly hairy ass.  And Old Joe, the
sixty-something industrial salesman, and his fat old wrinkled butt.  There
were a few good shots of Nikki sucking Hank's little dick while the other
two johns fucked her pussy and ass, but seeing her swallow a wienie that
small was hardly stimulating.  There was a nice shot of Stan, Nikki's
favorite john, working his thick ten-incher up between her almost
non-existent titties while she squeezed them together and sucked on his fat
cockhead.  There was also an excellent shot of Stan kneeling on the bed
between Nikki's legs, drilling his thick monster up her little hairless
twat while the other two johns beat their meat over her.  But my favorite
picture was of Nikki's cum-covered body, her tiny fists wrapped around
Hank's and Joe's cocks, trying to cram them both into her mouth while Stan
finished sucking his messy creampie from her cunt.

   As soon as I saw this nasty image, my cock jerked and a blast of cum
exploded from the tip.  It flew through the air and landed on my computer
screen.  Several more strong shots erupted from my twitching dick, spraying
down everything in sight.  The top of my workstation was covered with
semen; my silk robe was saturated.

   "Shit!" I said.  I removed my robe and used it to wipe off my prick and
the workstation.  When I reached over to clean off the monitor, I noticed a
thick glob of goo drooling down the screen onto Nikki's face and over her
body, mixing with the sperm of the other three men.  It was quite an erotic
sight.

   After cleaning everything up I said, "Enough of this shit," and fetched
a box of plastic freezer bags from the kitchen.  Then I returned to the den
to finish viewing the pictures of Nikki's gangbang.  I still had to watch
the video of Dusty and me.  I sat in my chair, stretched one of the baggies
open, and slid it over my dick.  As I resumed gawking at Nikki and her
three johns, I massaged my plastic-coated prick back to life.  It was
definitely going to be a long night.

   ***

   By two in the morning I figured I'd cum as much as I could.  My dick was
tender, the baggy around it heavy with sperm.  I clenched the plastic
around my cock and walked into the kitchen, intending to throw the baggy in
the garbage.  Instead, I reached into the overhead cupboard and grabbed a
shot glass.  I removed the baggy from my dick and set it on the countertop.
After squeezing the last few drops of jizz from my cock into the shot
glass, I took a spoon and scraped the cum from the baggy into it as well.
When I had finished, the glass was nearly full.

   "Not bad for an old man," I said, chuckling.  I tilted the glass up to
the light and examined the cloudy fluid inside.  I covered it with a piece
of plastic stretch-wrap and put it in the refrigerator.

   On my way upstairs I vowed not to whack off any more tonight.  Tomorrow
was going to be a busy day, with Nikki bringing Megan over.  I hoped Tim
the busboy showed up, too.  If all went according to plan it could be an
interesting afternoon.

   ***

   I woke the next day around noon and started tidying.  Since dumping
Kimmy the place had gone for shit.  I concentrated on the living room,
figuring most of the entertaining would be done there.  With my pimp's
earnings I had bought a big wide-screen TV and a Surround-Sound
home-theater system.  I had also purchased an ensemble suite consisting of
two large easy chairs, a love seat, and a seven-foot-long sofa that
converted into a king-size bed, all upholstered in a rich burgundy-colored
crushed velvet.

   After making the place look respectable, I went upstairs and showered.
As I toweled off I thought my groin looked a little shaggy, so I grabbed my
razor and shaved my cock and balls.  Then, with the quarter-inch head on my
clippers, I trimmed my pubic area.

   The pair of loose-fitting tan shorts I pulled on were so lightweight
that the outline of my cock showed through.  They were also short enough
that, if I had a hard-on, my cock would poke down past the leg hole.  For a
top I chose an old muscle-shirt featuring the face and naked chest of Jim
Morrison of The Doors.  It was white, with Morrison's likeness in black
over a mauve background.  I knew I was dating myself, but the shirt was so
tight it made my pectoral muscles stick out and appear larger than they
were.  Also, I thought Morrison's face would draw attention to my hard
six-pack.

   After getting dressed, I slapped on some cologne, paying particular
attention to my groin and ass.  After all, I thought, chuckling, you never
know when someone might stick her nose back there.

   Around 1:45 I went down to the living room and converted the sofa into a
bed.  I pushed a video into the VCR and lay down, propping a couple of red
velvet pillows under my head.  The video was one I had stolen from my
ex-girlfriend Sue the previous winter.  It was an incest movie featuring a
young girl about fifteen and a man in his forties.  Whether they were
really father and daughter I had no idea, and it didn't matter; either way
the video was still very erotic, and it had helped me pop my first teenager
since I myself had been a teen.

   The movie had played for a few minutes when I heard the front door open.
There was a thud of boots hitting the floor and then footsteps slapping
down the hall.  I reached for the remote to stop the tape, but then thought
better of it.  Instead I lowered the volume and sat up as Nikki and Megan
entered the room.

   "Brrrr!" Nikki said, shivering.

   It had turned colder overnight, and snow was in the forecast.  The girls
were wearing heavy blue parkas.  As they took them off, Megan's eyes
drifted toward the TV.  The father on screen was kissing his daughter and
massaging her small tit through her blouse.  Megan's eyes popped open and
her jaw dropped.  Her gaze diverted quickly to Nikki.

   "Phew!" Nikki said.  "You've got it warm in here, Sam." She tugged her
pink sweatshirt away from her neck.  Both girls were wearing fleece shirts
and blue jeans.  I felt a little conspicuous in my Doors tank top and
shorts.

   "Yeah," I said, studying Megan.  "I turned the heat up earlier."

   "I think we're going to be a little overdressed in these outfits," Nikki
said.  She wiped a film of perspiration from her brow.

   She had been right: Megan was cute.  Creamy complexion, big brown eyes,
small button nose.  Her lips were full, her eyelashes and eyebrows dark
brown and not too thick.  Long brunette hair cascaded down her back, almost
to her buttocks.

   "By the way," Nikki said, "Megan, this is Sam.  Sam, Megan."

   I stood up and walked toward the girl, hand extended.  "Pleased to meet
you, Megan.  I've heard a lot about you."

   Her eyes bounced off the cock tent in my shorts and up to my face.  She
shook my hand, smiling.  "Nice to meet you too, Sam." Her skin was quite
warm, even after being outside.  A small gold band was wrapped around the
ring finger of her right hand.  Probably a promise ring, or whatever they
were called these days.

   While maintaining a gingerly hold on the girl's fingers, I said, "You
were right, Nikki.  She's absolutely beautiful." A burst of bright pink
bloomed across Megan's cheeks.

   Nikki grabbed her friend's hand and said, "I'm going to show Megan my
room." She led her toward the stairs.

   I lay down on the sofa again and watched the video.  Fifteen minutes
later I heard footfalls prancing down the stairs.  I sat up and looked
toward the landing.  Both girls had changed outfits.  Nikki was now wearing
a black bikini bra and her slutty Daisy Duke shorts.  From the two gentle
swells under her bra cups I knew they were stuffed with tissue.  She also
had on black high heels-not her usual four-inch stilettos, but maybe a
two-inch heel.  Two dainty gold hoops hung from her ears.

   Megan had opted for a pair of red Daisy Dukes, frayed at the legs and
fairly short, but still respectable, and a white bikini bra with tiny black
drawings on it.  Her small breasts flowed up over the top of her bra
creating a shallow valley of cleavage.  A little black bow adorned the bra
at the base of that valley.  The skin on her upper breasts and belly was as
creamy and smooth as that of her face.  She also was wearing a pair of gold
hoops through her ears, and a delicate gold chain around her neck.  Her
legs were long and lean, her feet clad in short white socks and black
ankle-high boots.  Tiny jeweled studs glittered in both girls' navels.

   As they drew nearer, I saw that Nikki had applied a pale brown eye
shadow and had thickened and darkened her lashes.  She had also used a
black highliner to accentuate the beauty of her eyes.  A sheen of pale pink
lip-gloss glistened on her lips.

   Megan had chosen a natural look, although I thought I detected the
palest pink eye shadow and a touch of neutral lip-gloss.  I could now see
what the pictures were on her bra.  Numerous tiny images of Mickey Mouse
dotted her two white cotton mounds.

   The girls sat down, Nikki beside me on the sofa, Megan in the chair
across from us.  Nikki crossed her legs and threaded her arm through mine
while Megan sat stiffly in her chair, as if willing herself not to look at
the TV.

   "Would you girls like a soda or something?" I asked.

   Nikki waved her arm in the air schoolgirl-style.  "Margarita for me,
Sam."

   I looked at Megan and caught her sneaking a peek at the TV.  The girl on
the screen was now sucking her daddy's oversized prick.  I cleared my
throat, and Megan's eyes scurried from the TV set over to me.

   "Would you like a Margarita too, Megan?"

   She blushed.  "Okay."

   On my way to the kitchen I turned the thermostat down.  Nikki was right:
it was close to eighty-five, way too hot for fucking.

   As I prepared the drinks, I watched the girls over the island that
separated the kitchen from the living room.  They were gawking at the TV
while the man gave his daughter's pussy a serious tongue-lashing.

   "When did you get this movie, Sam?" Nikki asked.  "I've never seen it
before."

   "I don't think I've played it for you.  Hot, isn't it?" I poured the
green froth from the blender into three tall glasses.

   "Oh, yeah!" Nikki said, her butt squirming on the sofa.

   Megan's tongue peeked out of her mouth and licked her lips.  Her right
foot was tucked under her, and her hands were nestled deep in her lap, as
if she were discreetly rubbing her crotch.

   I carried the tray into the living room and offered the first glass to
Megan.  "Your Margarita, madam," I said, bowing deeply at the waist while
trying to hold the tray level.

   Megan smiled at me and giggled.  "Thanks, Sam."

   I set the tray on the coffee table beside the couch and handed Nikki her
drink.

   We relaxed comfortably for several minutes, sipping our Margaritas and
discussing school and the weather.  Nikki and I were in the midst of
thanking Megan for her assistance in helping Nikki earn a little pin money
when I heard a faint, "Fuck me, daddy!" The three of us looked over to the
TV.  The girl on the screen was reclined against the couch with her hips
extended over the cushions.  Her daddy was on the floor between her legs,
grasping her hips and pounding his big prick into her bald cunt.

   Megan gnawed on her bottom lip.  Seeing that her Margarita was gone, I
fetched her glass and went to the kitchen to refill it.

   When I returned, I set the drink on the coffee table beside her.  She
didn't notice me, she was so enrapt in what was happening on the tube.  I
sat beside Nikki again, rested my hand on her leg, and started burrowing it
between her crossed thighs.  She finally relented and parted them, and I
spread them a bit more, then ran my finger up and down her nearly exposed
slit.

   When Megan reached for her drink, her gaze shifted from the TV screen to
Nikki and me.  Her eyes looked ready to explode when she saw my finger
tracing the thin lips of Nikki's sex.  She brought her Margarita up to her
lips and chugged it back in three quick gulps, then bolted up from the
chair.  "I've got to go the bathroom," she said, her voice a high staccato.

   I removed my finger from Nikki's gash and got up to show Megan the way.
As we walked, I wrapped my hand around her thin waist and stroked my thumb
against her flesh.

   She went into the washroom and I returned to the living room and sat on
the sofa between Nikki and the TV.  I pushed Nikki back on the cushions,
lifted her legs in the air, dipped my head between her thighs, and sucked
those thin pussy lips that were folded around the almost non-existent strip
of denim.

   When Megan came back and saw us, the muscles in her jaw slackened and
her mouth sagged open.  She sat in her chair ogling us as I dragged my
tongue through Nikki's slick cunt.  Nikki moaned when I grabbed the frayed
strip of denim with my teeth and pulled it from between her bald lips. 
From the corner of my eye I saw Megan rubbing her crotch, eyes closed.  I
lifted my face from Nikki's snatch and worked my finger up and down her
slit.

   "Do you like getting your pussy licked, too, Megan?" I asked.

   The girl's eyes jerked open.  She glanced at my cockhead peeking out the
leg of my shorts.  "I-I don't know."

   "Haven't you ever had your pussy licked?"

   She shook her head, obviously embarrassed.

   In a firm but unthreatening voice I said, "Come here, Megan"

   She hesitated for a moment, then stood and walked slowly toward me. 
When she was within reach I wrapped my arm around her hips and drew her
closer.  With my hands on her ass, I planted little kisses on the creamy
skin of her belly.  She started to tremble when my fingers found the button
of her Daisy Dukes.  I undid it and tugged down on the shorts until they
fell to her ankles.  Her panties were a matched set with her bra.  I kissed
Mickey's face on her mound, then lifted her ankles out of her shorts, one
at a time.

   Nikki, who was watching, scooted over on the sofa to make room.  With my
hands on Megan's hips I urged her down beside me.  I tilted her back until
she was lying on the pillows, then peppered her belly with more kisses.  I
peeled her panties down a few inches and licked the tender flesh there,
then continued my downward trek, pressing my lips to her mound again,
covering her cotton-clad pussy with my mouth, sucking on the soft material.
When I poked my tongue into her gash she moaned and started to squirm.  I
hooked my thumbs in the waistband of her panties, and she lifted her bum
while I dragged them down her legs.  Her little cunt was beautiful, the
labia thin and nearly bald.  When I was sure she was watching, I dipped my
head down and extended my tongue.  As soon as it touched her little quim
her body stiffened and she moaned, "Oh God!" I gave her slit a long lick
just inside her tender folds, then started flicking her clit.  When I
mashed my tongue against it, Megan grabbed my head and started humping my
face.  She draped her legs over my shoulders, and I cupped her ass cheeks
in my hands.  They were so soft and warm I couldn't help but give them a
squeeze.

   At the sound of the doorbell, Megan jumped.  I lifted my face from her
crotch and said to Nikki, "Can you get that?  I'm expecting a boy named
Tim. If that's him, bring him back."

   Megan breathed out a soft "No" and tried to roll away.  I held her in
place with my hands on her hips as Nikki crawled over us.  By the time
Nikki returned with Tim, I was stretching Megan's clit with my lips and
teasing it with my tongue.  When Tim saw me eating the girl, his eyes flew
open and a stream of air hissed out from between his lips.

   I looked up at him and smiled.  "Hi Tim.  You've already met Nikki. 
This is Megan."

   Tim appeared to be in shock.  With obvious effort he dragged his eyes
from Megan's pussy to her anguished face.  "Hi."

   Megan's cheeks were pink and moist.  She smiled and offered a bashful
nod.  Tim seemed mesmerized.

   "Nikki," I said, "why don't you help Tim off with his clothes."

   Nikki didn't need coaxing.  As I resumed sucking Megan's clit, she
unbuttoned Tim's shirt and slid it off his shoulders.  She licked his
nipples, then dragged the zipper on his jeans down and tugged at the
waistband.  He stopped her.  He reached into his jeans pocket and pulled
out a three-pack of condoms.  A wicked smile split Nikki's face.  She got
on her knees, pulled on his jeans again, and his cock burst through his
boxers, nearly poking her in the eye.  She caught it between her lips, and
Tim groaned and grasped her head as he stepped out of his pants.  Nikki
hooked her fingers in his underwear and peeled them down, too.  As his cock
disappeared back into his fly hole, she reluctantly released it from her
lips.  As soon as his boxers had cleared his groin, his prick sprang back
up into Nikki's face.  Without missing a beat she captured it in her mouth
again.

   Megan was almost ignoring me as she watched the other kids.  She gasped
when Nikki jammed her mouth onto Tim's rod, cramming his entire eight
inches down her throat.  With Tim's cock buried in her neck and her nose
nestled in his pubic patch, Nikki tickled the base of his shaft with her
tongue, trying to lick his balls.

   I was a bit pissed that Megan wasn't paying more attention to me.  She
seemed seriously attracted to this boy.  At the same time, though, I felt
it important that she receive this lesson in the fine art of cocksucking
from her far more knowledgeable friend.  As she continued watching Nikki
suck off Tim, she clutched my head and ground her cunt into my face.

   After several minutes of some excellent deep-throat action by Nikki and
some werewolf-like growling from Tim, Nikki let Tim's pole drop from her
mouth and lifted it to get at his balls.  She tongued his one plump
testicle, then took it in her mouth and sucked it softly.  After laving
that nut thoroughly she did the same with the other.

   While still munching on Megan's muff, I inserted my middle finger into
her virgin fuckhole up to the first knuckle, careful not to nudge her
hymen. She closed her eyes and moaned as I strummed on her love button with
my tongue while fucking my finger in and out of her tight cooze.  Her hips
bucked up into my face again, and she began to shiver.  I kept my mouth
glued to her twat as I watched a tremor ripple down her body.  Her breasts
jiggled, the muscles in her belly tightened, and her hips began to shake as
her orgasm pummeled through her like a tidal wave.  Her ass cheeks wriggled
in my hand, and her thighs trembled against my head.  They clamped around
my neck, her long legs vibrating against my back, her boots digging craters
into my buttocks.

   I smiled, pleased that I'd helped this child achieve such a fabulous
first-time orgasm, especially in the presence of a much younger man.  My
cock was hard and twitching and poking down the leg of my shorts, and for
the first time in my life I felt like I might cum simply from performing
the act of cunnilingus.

   I held back for dear life, trying to remember the faces of all the ugly
girls I'd ever met and matching them with their names.  I didn't want to
waste a valuable load on my leg and possibly wreck my new sofa in the
process.  I was more interested in making a deposit in Megan's virgin cunt,
or shooting it down her inexperienced throat.  I had already resolved
myself to the unlikelihood of any anal activity at this early stage of her
initiation.

   Megan's convulsions gradually subsided and her thighs relaxed around my
neck.  Tim and Nikki had taken time away from their cocksucking activities
to watch Megan cum.  Nikki's fist was around Tim's dick, and she was idly
licking his swollen knob while he gawked at Megan's pained face.  His jaw
was nearly scuffing his chest again.  He obviously had never witnessed a
girl this young cum so hard.

   "Nikki," I said, "why don't you two come over here.  There's plenty of
room."

   Nikki stood up and led Tim by his prick to the sofa.  She crawled over
my butt, manhandling me along the way, and lay down beside Megan.  Tim
followed her, crawling over me too, but being very careful not to touch any
part of his anatomy against mine.  By the time he reached Nikki she already
had the button on her Daisy Dukes undone and her zipper pulled down,
exposing the smooth brown flesh beneath.  Tim grabbed the legs of her
shorts and tried to pull them off while Nikki wriggled her butt, attempting
to help him.  It took a minute, but between the two of them they finally
managed to work them free.  Then Tim lowered his head between her thighs
and started eating her pussy.

   While Megan watched Tim slurp on Nikki's juicy gash, I crawled up and
lay beside her, losing my shorts along the way.  I threaded my right arm
between her neck and the cushion and caressed the smooth flesh of her
shoulder while I moved my left hand onto her breast and massaged it through
her bra.  I was delighted to feel her little nipple harden and poke into my
palm.  Slowly, I let my hand stray down from her breast, down over her
belly, and into her pubic area.  I twirled my finger in the soft hair
there, then trailed it down to the thin lips of her sex.  As I pressed my
finger into her dainty folds, I kissed her cheek and licked her face.  She
turned to face me, and I poked my tongue into her mouth and swirled it
around.  I teased the tip against hers as I stroked her clit, and in
seconds her little tongue responded and began licking me back.

   As I tweaked her love button, her hips started to grind in slow circles.
I could feel my cock poking hard against her leg.  I removed my finger from
her pussy, took her hand, and wrapped it around my shaft.  When she felt my
flesh jump in her fist, she squeezed it and traced her thumb over the
glans. I clenched my hand around hers and twisted it so she'd know what to
do, then returned my fingers to her steamy cooze.

   Nikki yelled out, "Oh shit!" Her thighs locked around Tim's neck, and
she grabbed his head and fucked his face furiously as she exploded into one
of her patented ultra-violent orgasms.  When she finally released Tim's
poor neck, he had a frightened look on his face.  He soon seemed to get
over it, though, and picked up the three-pack of condoms off the bed.  He
tore one of the packets loose and was about to open it when Nikki grabbed
it from his hand and tossed it across the room.

   "Fuck me bareback, Tim," she said, her voice husky, her eyes glued to
his.  "I want to feel you inside me.  I need you to fill me with your
cock-cream.  Fuck me, Tim!  Do it now!"

   Smiling, Tim lined his dick up with Nikki's cuntal opening.  With one
powerful thrust he shoved his entire eight inches up her snatch.  Nikki's
eyes exploded.  "Oh God!" she yelled.  Tim held her legs in the air and
punched his prick into her hole for about five minutes, then lay on top of
her and wrapped his arms around her.  As their tongues fought World War
Three, she dug her heels into his white ass cheeks, which were rolling like
a ship in a hurricane, while her hips gyrated around his dick.

   Tim's hand crept onto Nikki's breast and squeezed it through her bra. 
When he tried to pull the bra down, she yanked her lips away from his and
said, "No, Tim," a stern expression on her face.  Tim looked befuddled and
I understood why.  Nikki had sucked and fucked him like some kind of
teenage nympho, but she wouldn't show him her tits?  I knew what the
problem was: she didn't want him to know she had no boobs.  Then a second
thought struck me: _The little vixen!  I'll bet she's sweet on him._ It had
been quite some time since Nikki had fucked anyone remotely close to her
own age.

   A hurt expression had found a home on Tim's face.  His pale ass lay
motionless between Nikki's thighs.  Seeing his pain, I moved my hand onto
Megan's chest and pawed her bra down, exposing her creamy orbs.  Megan
blushed but made no attempt to cover up.  Tim grinned at her and gave me a
grateful nod, then resumed pounding his prick into Nikki's pussy.

   As Megan watched the two kids fuck up a storm, I massaged her clit again
while nibbling on her ear and poking my tongue inside it.  She shivered,
and I whispered, "Would you like me to fuck you now, Megan?"

   She looked at me with tormented eyes.  "I can't, Sam."

   I was shocked.  "Why not?"

   "I've got a boyfriend."

   "Oh.  What's his name?"

   "Jeff." The word floated off her lips in a fluttery sigh.

   "Do you think Jeff wants to fuck you?" Megan gave a little nod as I
teased my tongue in her ear again.  This seemed like a good place for a
lie. "You know, Megan, most boys don't like to fuck virgins.  They're
too...inexperienced.  A boy wants a girl who knows how to treat him like a
slut."

   Megan regarded me with wide eyes.  "Really?"

   "Really.  Being a slut isn't a bad thing when you do it for your
boyfriend.  I'd hate to see you lose Jeff just because you don't know how
to fuck him properly.  That's why I thought you might like me to show you
what I know.  Believe me, it'll keep Jeff around for a good long time."

   As Megan contemplated my words, the worry seemed to evaporate from her
face.  "I never thought about it like that, Sam." Another second's
hesitation, then: "Well...if you're willing, I guess I'd like to try."

   "That's my girl." I smoothed her hair back from her temple.

   I untangled myself from her and shifted down her body until I was
between her legs.  When she saw the size of my cock she bit her lip.  Her
pussy had dried a bit, so I swabbed some spit onto my cockhead and nudged
it against her hole.  As my dick split her baby cooze her face wrenched
into a grimace.  Three inches in I encountered resistance.  Her little
"Ow!" confirmed my position in her channel.

   I leaned over and kissed her.  "This may hurt for a few seconds, Megan,
but after that you're going to be a real woman."

   She offered me a weak smile and a quick nod and began her nervous
gnawing again.  I was worried she might put her teeth through her lip when
I popped her cherry.  "Don't bite your lip," I said.

   She nodded again and followed my instruction.

   I drew my cock back, and with a reassuring grin, slammed it inside her,
shredding her hymen and lodging it eight inches up her tight snatch.

   "Oh God!" she screamed.  Her back arched, and she tried to scramble out
from under me.  Her right hand hooked onto Nikki's shoulder.

   Tim and Nikki stopped fucking.  Tim saw the anguish on Megan's face, and
his eyes wandered down to where my cock had her pinned to the sofa.  Until
then I don't think he realized Megan was a virgin.  His gaze drifted back
up to her soft breasts and pretty face, his interest in her obviously
piqued.

   Nikki stroked Megan's hair and whispered "Shhh, shhh."

   I held myself frozen in the girl's cunt until her hips began to move. 
Within short order they were hunching up, in need of more cock.  I draped
her legs over my shoulders, rose up on my knees, and jabbed my bone deep
into her juicy twat.  We soon found our rhythm, and her hips bucked up into
me each time I stabbed my prick into her hot little hole.  Occasionally I
leaned over and whispered what a beautiful woman she was, or how good her
cunt felt around my cock, or how slutty and sexy she looked, and she showed
her approval by moaning and clamping her pussy tighter around my pole.

   Nikki was thrashing around on Tim's cock again.  They were so close to
us that the girls' hips were rubbing.  Nikki looked so damned nasty that I
just had to lean over and give her a sloppy tongue-kiss.  After we were
finished, Tim must have thought what was good for the goose was good for
the gander because he leaned toward Megan.  As soon as he was within arm's
reach she yanked his head down and split his lips with her tongue.  He
groaned, his hand moving onto her bare tit, groping, squeezing.

   While Megan raped Tim's mouth, I held her thighs and pounded her pussy
with artillery-fire strokes.  Within a few short minutes she was flopping
around like a fish in a bucket, her feet slashing the air, her pelvis
rocking up to take all my rod.  She flailed around for a good two minutes
before finally releasing Tim's head.  He straightened up, and I noticed a
speck of blood on his lip.  I didn't know if it was his or hers, but I
could tell by the look in his eyes he was now completely enchanted with
this young girl.

   "Tim," I said, "would you like to fuck Megan for a while?"

   His eyes lit up as if he had discovered the entrance to pig-shit heaven.
He looked at Megan and asked, "Can I?"

   She gazed at him with dreamy eyes and nodded.  Tim and I switched
places, and he immediately drove his cock between Megan's juicy cunt lips.
She pulled his head down and started Frenching him again, and within
seconds she was moaning and groaning into his mouth while his white ass
humped up and down between her thighs at breakneck speed.

   Nikki's bottom lip was in a pout.  She appeared forlorn in her empty
state.  I lifted her legs over my shoulders, wet my dick in her twat, then
squeezed it into her butt.  "Oh yes, Sam!" she said.  "Fuck my ass.  You
haven't done me there in so long."

   Nikki hated not being the center of attention.  While she staged this
Oscar-worthy performance, I rolled my eyes.  After all, it had only been a
week since I'd last cornholed her.  Her act worked like a charm, though,
and soon Tim and Megan were staring wide-eyed, watching my salami disappear
inside Nikki's tight bunghole.  They must never have seen close-up
butt-fucking before, because they gawked for several minutes as I punched
my meat deep up Nikki's musky nether regions while she entertained them
with her filthy commentary.

   But for some reason I couldn't seem to cum.  Maybe because I had
ejaculated so much the previous day, I thought.  A panicky notion suddenly
seized my coke-addled brain: Maybe I'd hurt my dick whacking off so much
last night.  Maybe I'd never be able to cum again.

   As anxiety took me hostage, Tim and Megan started fucking again like
sex-starved rabbits.  Megan had learned the importance of verbal cues and
was goading Tim on.  "Oh yes, Tim!  Pound me with your big cock!  I want
your cum!  Squirt it deep inside me!  Give me your load!  Please!"

   "Fuck!" he cried.  "Here it comes, Megan!" He buried his dick inside her
and froze, his butt-cheeks clenching.  He must have unleashed a sea of
sperm because it oozed out around his dick while Megan twisted beneath him,
her hands clawing his ass.  Over the next minute he pumped her adolescent
womb full of sperm, then collapsed on top of her.

   I was doing deep-breathing exercises and meditating, trying to work
through my panic attack as I continued reaming Nikki's butt.  Those TM
classes I had taken in the seventies seemed worth their weight in gold at
that moment.

   Slowly my chest untightened and my heart rate returned to normal.  I
thought it was cute that Tim and Megan had cum together, but I was a bit
jealous that I hadn't been the first man to dump his load in her virgin
hole.

   Nikki's body began to jerk and a plethora of blue words spewed from her
lips.  I pulled her ass back to me and fucked it fast and deep as her
orgasm took hold.  She twisted and squirmed on my cock for two minutes in a
dance Tim and Megan had obviously never seen before.  When she finally
calmed down, I plopped my cock from her butt and said, "Nikki, see if you
can get Tim hard again."

   She rolled her eyes at me, but crawled around Tim and Megan to get off
the couch.  She grabbed Tim's hand and pulled him off her friend.  As soon
as his feet hit the floor she gave him a deep French kiss, then led him by
his shriveled dick back to the chair.

   Megan's pussy lips were red and puffy, with thick streams of man-juice
drooling from her inner folds.  I dragged two fingers up them, scooping up
a huge glob of cream.  Lying down beside her again, I whispered in her ear,
"Do you know what else boys like, Megan?" She looked at me and shook her
head.  "They love to watch girls eat their cum." I showed her the mess on
my fingers and brought them to her lips.  I called out, "Tim," and when he
looked over I wiped the clumps of semen onto Megan's outstretched tongue.
Gazing into Tim's eyes, she closed her mouth and worked his jizz around,
blowing a big sperm bubble.  A weird smirk rolled onto Tim's face.

   Megan chewed Tim's load thoroughly, then let his sperm trickle down her
throat.  She stuck out her tongue to show him it was clean, and I put my
three cum-slick fingers in her mouth and let Tim watch his little
sweetheart slurp her slutty schoolgirl tongue around them while I fucked
them in and out of her face.

   Tim's cock was back at full mast, and he was holding Nikki's head and
plowing her face as he ogled Megan's lewd antics.

   "Nikki," I said, "why don't you come over here and clean this up."

   Nikki looked over at where my fingers were plugged into Megan's sloppy
cunt-hole.  Her eyes lit up like sparklers.  She obviously hadn't had a
chance to dip her tongue in her friend's tasty twat yet.  She let Tim's
cock fall from her mouth, came over, and dropped to her knees between
Megan's thighs.  When her tongue split Megan's pussy, Megan grabbed her
head and moaned, "Oh, Nikki!  Yes!" With that encouragement, Nikki started
slurping Tim's heavy load from her friend's virgin hole and pulling on her
clit with her lips.

   Nikki's round butt was staring Tim in the face.

   "Tim," I said, "why don't you fuck Nikki's ass while she's eating
Megan."

   That shit-eating grin blossomed on the kid's face again.  "Yes sir!" he
said, and scurried behind her.

   "Sam," I said.  Tim gave me a puzzled look.  "The name's Sam, not sir."

   Tim cracked that goofy grin again.  "Oh..._yes sir_!" I rolled my eyes
as he inserted his prick up Nikki's tush.

   While the three kids took care of each other, I crawled up to Megan's
head.  I wanted to feed a load of man-cream into the only other virgin hole
I figured would be penetrated today.  When Megan felt my cockhead nudging
her lips, she opened her eyes and looked up at me.  She immediately opened
her mouth to accept my meat.  Once I was halfway in, though, she didn't
seem to know what to do.  It was obvious she had never sucked a cock
before.

   I propped myself on my hands over her head and started fucking my dick
in and out of her face.  She grabbed the base of my prick, and I closed my
hand over hers and rotated it around again.  I let go, and she twisted her
fist around my stalk like a pro while I concentrated on delving my dick
deeper into her mouth.

   Nikki was the first to cum.  While trying to keep her mouth fastened to
Megan's cunt, she flew into a fit of convulsions.  Her moans must have made
her lips vibrate against Megan's clit, because in seconds Megan went off
too, making garbling sounds around my cock, but sucking it through her
orgasm.

   "Fuck!" Tim yelled.  His fat prick was pistoning in and out of Nikki's
butt in a blur.  She spun around, grabbed his dick, and stuffed it in her
mouth.  Tim grabbed her head and fucked her face as hard as he had fucked
her ass.  His cock started to jerk, and she pulled it from her mouth and
laid the head on her tongue, fisting his pole.  The first shot of jizz took
her by surprise, exploding across her cheek.  She aligned her mouth a bit
better, and Tim's prick spat out a stream of white bullets onto her
outstretched tongue.  Spurt after thick spurt of man-cream splooged out
until finally the flow reduced to a drool.

   I couldn't believe the kid had managed a load like that so soon after
cumming in Megan's cunt.  He was obviously a stud.  Nikki licked the last
drops of semen from the tip of his prick, then looked up at him and opened
her mouth to show him his goo.  As he stared at her, she closed her mouth
and swallowed, then stuck out her tongue to show him it was clean.  To the
accompaniment of his groan, she returned to nursing on his shriveling
prick.

   As I watched this lurid scene, my cock twitched and my ball sac drew up.
I considered warning Megan that she was about to receive more than a
mouthful, but then thought better of it.  I figured if she decided to play
coy at the last minute, I'd still be able to blast at least one shot, maybe
two down her virgin throat.

   As the cum blew out of my prick, Megan's tongue must have been pressed
against my pee-slit, because the first shot ricocheted out of her mouth and
splattered onto her cheek.  The next blast, however, landed squarely in the
back of her throat, and to my surprise she downed it with a voracious gulp.
She milked my cock with her fist, swallowing every drop of fuck-sauce I
gave her.  It was the tenderest blowjob I'd ever received.  When my balls
were finally empty, she drew my dick back from her mouth, gave my cockhead
a soft open-mouthed kiss, and smiled up at me.

   ***

   Fifteen minutes later, the four of us were still collapsed in a heap on
the sofa bed.  I looked at my watch.  "Hey, you two," I said to Nikki and
Tim, "it's nearly five o'clock.  You'd better get ready for work."

   Nikki gathered up her things and went upstairs to change.  As Tim put
his clothes on, I caressed Megan's young flesh and whispered, "Megan, those
two have to go to work, but I'd be honored if you'd stay here and keep me
company."

   She gave me a pretty smile and wrapped a dainty hand around my wilted
dick.  "Okay."

   "Tim, can you give Nikki a ride to the hotel?"

   He nodded.  "Sure."

   When Nikki came downstairs I told her what was happening.

   "You're not coming with me?" she said.

   "Not tonight.  I promised Megan I'd keep her company." I handed Nikki
her date book so she'd know the line-up for the evening.  "Tim will give
you a ride home after you're through, won't you, Tim?"

   Tim nodded, his face locked in a lecherous leer as he ogled Nikki in her
big-girl make-up and high-priced-hooker gear.  Nikki stormed out of the
living room toward the front door, with Tim following behind like a puppy.
Seconds later I heard the door slam.

   ***

   For the rest of that afternoon and into the evening, I instructed Megan
in the ways of love.  I taught her how to fuck doggy-style and how to
lap-fuck.  I showed her the cowgirl and reverse-cowgirl positions.  I
pounded my prick into her every way I knew how, and yes, I got into her ass
too, although I don't think she enjoyed it much.

   I taught her to appreciate the taste of cum, letting her drink my
previous night's remnants after warming them to a comfortable sipping
temperature in the microwave.  I beamed at her proudly as her little tongue
explored the bottom of the shot glass and scooped out the gooey remainders.
I corrupted her in as many ways as I knew how until finally, around eleven
p.m., she told me she had to get home before her parents returned from
their night on the town.

   I drove her back to her place, and before she got out of the car, I held
her pretty face and gave her a sweet tongue-kiss.  I told her how proud her
boyfriend was going to be, and she smiled at me gratefully as she opened
the passenger door.  My cock twitched as I watched her cute little butt
bounce up the steps to her house.

   ***

   I didn't speak to Nikki the rest of the week.  I didn't like calling her
pager in case her parents were around.  I usually waited for her to call
me, but she didn't.  I figured she was still pissed that I'd sent her off
with Tim while keeping her little friend behind as my sex slave.  Either
that or her parents were coming down hard on her again because of her
grades.

   On Friday morning she telephoned me to make sure I was picking her up
after school for our regular shift at the airport.  She seemed cool and
aloof over the phone, but I was confident I could warm her up.  After all,
I was Sam.

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