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BJ - Part IV - Planning - Catch the Prologue and Parts I, II and III to BJ
(also posted here)

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The following is a story. A conjured event which has no basis in fact.
Don't try this at home unless you practice, in real life, how my mind works
in fantasy. If you do, may your favorite deity have mercy. Have fun reading
it and...

Let me know what you think of it, good, bad or ugly.

Send comments to: Biscayne @ix.netcom.com

The usual disclaimer does not apply for those over 18.

BJ

Part IV - Planning

Chapter 1 - CREATING SITUATIONS

The fact that she accepted their offers for a date surprised many of the
boys that possessed the confidence in themselves to ask her out. It was
relatively easy to get inside a skinny, ugly, or flat-chested girl. Some
skinny and flat-chested girls were really pretty, but guys wanted flesh and
breasts, not bones and pancakes. Although a lot shorter, BJ was prettier
than most girls, and had a fantasy figure, something typically reserved for
the jocks of the world. Most of the non-jocks had fantasized screwing her
while beating their meat (at least BJ liked to think so) but felt extremely
lucky when she said she'd go out with them.

Her dates had absolutely no idea what she had in store for them. A girl
under sixteen who put out was rare. Girls sixteen and over did spread
their legs, but only after three or four dates, preferring those first few times
to go no father than an engagement in oral sex. With the implant, they
weren't afraid of getting pregnant - they just didn't want to be easy. Easy
girls didn't have lasting relationships. They really had no choice with oral
sex, considering the 3-to-1 ratio against them. They had to go down on
the first date if they wanted a second date with the same guy. Girls held
back on the vaginal sex though, forcing the boy to prove that he was
interested in them for more than just a one night stand.

For the guys, it was much easier. They could demand more than oral sex
on the first date and then the girl had to decide if they guy was really
worth it. Every guy wanted a girl who'd spread her legs for him, but one
who wanted a girl who'd spread their legs for anyone was rare. The
problem for the girl though, was if she was ready to spread her legs for
him so easily, she'd have to be willing to spread her legs for anyone she
went out with.

But with all this sex running around, BJ was even more rare. She made
sure they were lucky, in every way, on the first night. One night stands
were just fine with her. She was into dating for the sex and only the sex.
She went down on them to get them up, then spread her legs for them as
a sign of total sexual submission. As many times as they could get it up
(most times she had to coax them along in this department), she begged
them to screw her brains out the whole night long.

BJ wore blouses, sweaters and skirts which allowed her to strip down just
as quickly as get dressed. After loosing the buttons on three blouses and
ruining the zipper on a couple skirts, she altered most of her clothing by
replacing the standard fasteners with Velcro. And she removed her bra
and panties right before leaving home. Those were two items which could
not be altered and, if she wore them out on a date, she usually lost them
somewhere during the course of her escapades.

Presented with the need and opportunity, she could strip down in less
than five seconds, if getting undressed was necessary. All a guy had to
do was lift her skirt to have sex with her and that was only if he didn't want
her to go down on him.

There was hardly ever a lack of need, but opportunities did not always
readily present themselves. BJ had to grab those that did and create
situations which forced other opportunities. In some of the places she
wanted to have sex, like the men's room at a fast food restaurant or the
stock room of the local grocery store at the busiest time of the day, speed
was going to be of the utmost importance. The less time she spent on
dressing and undressing, the more time she could devote her body to her
partners in getting recklessly screwed.

There was only one time she wore something slinky and tight-fitting at
school. She did it to let them all know - not just the boys she dated - how
well built she was. She received more compliments on this day, even if
most were in the form of vulgar propositions. To avoid becoming labeled
as an easy lay, from then on, she wore baggy clothes most of the time. It
was a good way to keep them in suspense.

While some of the people she met when on a date were as bold as
grizzlies in heat, with most of her dates, BJ had to initiate activity - in
other words, to make the first move. Stopping short of coming out and
telling him he could have sex with her, she did everything she could to
give her date the message she was easily exploitable - willing to go
wherever he wanted to lead her.

What she wore was her first attempt at projecting the image of
agreeability. Yes, she did dress like a girl of easy virtue, but she did not
wear trashy clothes. All her skirts, though they covered no more of her
legs than a bathing suit would and were easier to take off than a hat, were
real leather. All the ones she had that weren't leather didn't hold up to the
punishment, even with the easy-to-remove fasteners. All her blouses,
sweaters and tees were 100% cotton, for comfort on the warmer nights
and warmth on the cooler ones.

One of her favorite outfits was a black leather jacket and skirt. What she
liked about it most was that she could use the jacket, without the skirt, to
get guys to come on to her.

At a party, she told a guy she was going to the bedroom to masturbate.
She did not know him, nor did she know if he'd brought a girl to the party.
He was, simply, available, leaning against the wall with a drink in his hand
and only half interested in the lesbian video showing on the living room's
32-inch monitor. There were two girls sitting close enough on the couch
to intimately grope one another and a third on the floor, leaning back
against the front of the couch, her open legs extended underneath a low
table and attempting to discreetly get herself off.

BJ walked up to the guy, pressed her breasts against the side of his arm
and massaged his leg with the inside of her left thigh. "I gotta get myself
off," she whispered up to him. She was holding a half empty long-neck
bottle of beer. She lifted it up to her lips, emptied half of it into her open
mouth, her throat swallowing furiously, before sucking two inches of the
neck into her mouth to finish it off. "All these guys around me and no
one's so much as hinted they'd like to make it with me."

"You want me to take that?" he offered to take the empty bottle.

"I might find some use for it," she laughed, then grinded her hips to one
of the back bedrooms.

She stood just six feet inside the room, on the opposite side of a double
bed, facing the door, feet comfortably apart so her legs weren't touching,
waiting for him to arrive. When he entered the room, her skirt was already
on the floor, but she was gripping the front bottom of the jacket, pulling it
down and together to hide her naked crotch. It was a comical gesture of
modesty. The jacket was not zipped up, leaving the front open about six
inches, exposing the insides of her large, hard breasts.

She knew he knew she was naked underneath because she wanted him
to know. She would not be dressed like that if she didn't want him to have
sex with her. By covering her pussy, she did not feel like the slut he
probably thought she was. By exposing her breasts, she wanted him to
sample them before laying into her in what she hoped would be a pretty
intense sexual experience. If he was rough with her, she could always feel
less guilty later by convincing herself that she'd been seduced, then have
another fantasy to add to her masturbatory collection.

He closed the door behind him, then turned to punch up a code on the
panel beside the door, guaranteeing they would not be disturbed. He was
also ensuring she would not escape before he'd receive everything he
was there to obtain.

As he advanced, walking around the bed and repositioning the covered
lump between his legs, BJ retreated until she bumped into the wall
behind her. She had to show some fear if he was to enjoy taking her. She
released the jacket and raised her arms halfway above her head, back
against the wall. A little fear, giving way to submission. Vulnerable.
Waiting.

"I didn't invite you in here," she spoke softly.

Though there was little light in the room, he could clearly see the small,
dark patch of hair residing six inches below her navel, two inches below
that on other girls, a sign she shaved and probably wore skimpy bathing
suits at the beach. The zippered edges of the jacket hung on her hard
nipples a few seconds before her raised arms forced it open, revealing the
melon-sized jugs of a fully-developed woman.

"I didn't invite you in here," BJ repeated as the guy pulled off his shirt.
"But I'm glad that you came." She lifted her arms fully, pushed a couple
inches away from the wall, then lowered her arms behind her back so the
jacket would fall from her shoulders. "I don't know what I would have done
if those girls had come in here."

"Never made it with another girl?" he grinned.

"I've never needed to," she sighed.

"Sounds to me like you should be grateful," he was close enough now to
place the palms of his hands over the front of her mammary domes.

He slid one hand down to her belly, the other remaining on her breast.
His handling was sure and firm. He pulled her closer and kissed her
neck, and she was excited by the sense of being taken by the boy despite
offering herself to him. His handling was firm, but gentle. He lowered
himself to his knees momentarily to smell and kiss her belly, running his
lips lightly over her belly, a hand on her inner thigh. He squeezed her
thigh and rubbed her leg. He was being very attentive, something BJ was
not used to, feeling the tension in her body.

"I am grateful," her hands came around to stroke the front of his pants as
he stood back up. He'd most likely left them on so she could remove
them. "But don't hurt me too much."

He had no intention of hurting her at all, but that sounded like an
invitation for a little rough stuff. His finger slid slowly down to the petite slit
of her cunt, gliding over the glistening fluid her body exuded.

"You're wet," his tone was accusing.

"I'm not supposed to be?" BJ played his game.

"No!" His look was disapproving.

"It's not my fault!" BJ pleaded like a little girl.

"Don't deny it!"

"I'm sorry!"

"You've been bad. You are wet. There will be punished." He pushed her
back against the wall, then pressed himself against her and forced her to
her knees. "Do me right and I'll only hurt you a little," he ground his groin
into her face as soon as she was low enough.

Before BJ could respond, he took her hand and helped her up, taking her
over to the bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he pulled her around and
laid her over his knees. Her body was completely suspended by his legs.
Her hips could not bend enough for her knees or feet to touch the floor,
her breasts were firmly pressed against the side of his left leg and she
had to wrap her arms underneath his legs to stay balanced.

She expected him to spank her, but he didn't. He moved her body,
spread her knees and raised her arms over her head, exposing all of
herself to him. He stroked her ass, stroked her breasts, forced her own
hand into a fist and had her suck on her thumb. He teased her nipples
and her anus, waiting for her to pant with desire before finally checking
her for wetness again. It was a terribly slow test. She knew she would fail.
For the first time, all she could feel was that her sex was dirty. He fondled
her sex, his fingers becoming filthy with her.

"You are still wet."

The stroking was terrible. Her dirt coated his hand.

"You are very bad."

Her knees were wide, her sex vulnerable. Soft strokes. Teasing strokes.
Strokes that generate an orgasm no matter how hard BJ tried to deny
herself the pleasure.

"You need to be punished."

BJ felt deep shame for the first time in two years. She felt her shame with
every stroke of her sex and with every slap of his hand. His slaps did not
need to be hard, and they weren't, for they were applied to her sex.

"Stay still," he ordered when she started to squirm.

BJ stopped. His hand was on her pussy, which still tingled from the last
slap. His hand came away and she knew it would strike again, but she
was paralyzed. She could do nothing except accept the humiliation.

His hand slapped her and the wet lips of her cunt caused the sound to be
louder than if she'd been dry. He stroked her between each slap, pushing
his finger into her cunt, teasing her swollen clit, backing off to prevent
orgasm. He spanked her cunt and slid his hand up and down her crotch,
spreading her fluid all over her loins, reminding her of her shame.

BJ moaned with pleasure and was rewarded with a stronger slap and
rougher finger strokes. Her shame expanded because her shame was the
pleasure she received from his punishment. But she could not help it.
She knew she was bad, her pleasure increasing her need for
punishment.

"Oooh!" BJ sucked in her breath as he teased her clit again. A quick slap
generated a gasp.

"You are a little slut," he slapped. "You enjoy your punishment!"

He was right. He orgasm was near.

He slid back on the bed and rolled her over onto her back on top of his
thighs. Her head and feet were now supported by the bed. He pulled her
legs up until her knees were pressed against her chest. In this position,
her backside and pussy are more fully exposed and he is able to do
anything he wants with them.

Her glistening cunt was just inches from his inspecting face. He inhaled
her aroma. "You're wet. You want to be punished!"

"Yes!" she shrieked as his hand came down on her cunt, no longer a
slap, it was a full-fledged spank. There was no doubt in her mind that she
would be cunt spanked.

His hand came down several more times, each time preceded with his
statement that she wanted punishment, accompanied by her own squeal
that she did and followed by his lewd stroking, coaxing her clit to swell,
then avoiding it, gauging how close to orgasm she was. One hand held
her. The other both punished and pleasured her. Pleasure without
punishment has become an impossibility.

She tensed ever time his hand lifted and relaxed after the blow was
delivered. The intensity of his punishment increased and so did the
intensity of her impending pleasure. He pushed her legs open, forcing her
to grip her legs behind her knees. If she let them go, she would be
punished. If she did not hold them open, she would be punished. If she
did exactly what she was told, she would be punished. The punishment
for being actively submissive however was far less than the words he
spoke to her about the alternative form.

She held her legs open, her cunt out for him to see, feel, smell and
punish. Dirty words, terrible words were spoken to her. Words about a
woman's role in sex, how she must act, how she must be submissive to
men. The boy was taking her deeper into her own helplessness. She felt
lost. But in her shame, the pain and pleasure of his hand was still
present, amplifying her shame and her submission. No matter what he
did from that point on, her orgasm was the one underlying truth.

The spanking stopped, but the stimulation intensified. He jammed one
finger in her cunt and another in her ass. He lifted his knees and lowered
his head. His mouth enveloped her tiny cunt, his lips opened it and his
tongue pressed inside, swirling as his mouth sucked the orgasm out of
her.

"I am bad!" BJ swooned. "I am naked!" BJ weeped. "I am wet!" BJ cried.
"I'm so ashamed!"

Pushed over the edge, BJ came with more power than ever before. Better
than John. Better than Jimmy. Better than Dino. Better than her own
hand. She moaned for minutes, squirming, throbbing. He held her firmly,
the finger in her ass controlling her hips, his mouth following her
squirming sex. He took her cunt way past pleasure into the realm of pain,
but her orgasm continued unabated. BJ relaxed, her legs spread wider, it
was time.

He spread his mouth wide over her cunt, sucking her sex inside his
mouth, but otherwise leaving her throbbing flesh untouched.

As her orgasm intensified, BJ knew he would inspect her again to see if
she was wet. Though he forced her to orgasm, he did not give
permission. Her shame trembled in the pit of her stomach, the depth of
her soul. Her hips bucked faster with every contraction. His mouth
released her flesh, but his tongue dove down into her cunt. BJ cried out,
her orgasm exploded inside her, her submission forgotten. His tongue
plays over her flesh, his tongue unifying her orgasmic gasps. Her
submission returned, willingly raising her arms above her head, her hips
naturally rising to maximize his access. Her clitoris ejaculated inside her
cunt, filling her cunt and filling his mouth. Her punishment is ensured.

He spent minutes holding her in her recovery and finally relaxes himself.
BJ opened her body wide and waited for his inspection.

"You are wet."

The trembling begins again.

"You are bad."

It spreads from the center of her and works outward.

"You are a slut and you need to be fucked."

"I know!" BJ was in total agreement.

He pushed her onto the floor. "You will suck me as long as I desire it."

BJ was eager to please, so eager that she was able to keep him erect
between ejaculations so that her mouth, pussy and ass were serviced. He
delivered up a big load for her hungry mouth, which stayed glued to his
groin until he was sufficiently hard for a dive below her tapered muff. He
stayed hard long enough after the second act to twist his prick into her
upraised, enthusiastic asshole.

When BJ returned to the living room, both of the couch-bound lesbians
were gone and her date that evening was missing as well. The girl on the
floor was still there, but well past the point of embarrassed inhibition. Her
shirt was open and her shorts pushed down to her knees. One hand was
squeezing a breast with heavy thumb action on the nipple, and the other
stroking her crotch. The expression on her face was familiar, one that had
already experienced multiple orgasms and was trying to extract another.
The lesbian video had been replaced with a bisexual one, a man grinding
his wide prick down into the unlubricated asshole of a girl who was herself
devouring the splayed vaginal flesh of another girl. BJ wondered if, in the
girl's fantasy, she was playing the part of the girl getting head, the one
giving and getting, or the guy reaming her lover's bottom.

It didn't take long for BJ's sex partner to extract the needed information
from the lesbian girl. He denied her a final orgasm, grabbed her hair and
dragged her back to the bed on which he and BJ fornicated. All he had to
do to the girl was show her his bloated, purple prick.

"Are you going to eat me while he does your asshole?" she asked.

BJ and the guy looked at one another. Now BJ knew what part the girl
had played in her fantasy.

"Is that what you want?" BJ climbed up on the bed and started to fully
remove the girl's clothing, allowing the girl to reach inside the leather
jacket to stroke BJ's breasts. "I'll do it only if you take his dick up your ass
first!" BJ flipped the girl over on her stomach. "You're gonna eat me while
he screws your lesbian asshole!"

The girl struggled, but with BJ's knee in her back, she couldn't roll over.
"No! Let me go!"

"Get her ass up so I can stick it with my dick!" BJ's lover ordered.

"It would be much easier on her that way, but it looks like she wants you
to be rough." BJ grabbed the girl's shirt, ripped it in half and bound the
girl's wrists behind her back. "It's gonna hurt a lot as long as she keeps
her ass down."

The truth to the matter was that it would hurt less keeping her ass down
because the guy would be unable to secure more than a few inches
inside the girl's rectum. The guy pulled the girl's legs apart and crawled
up between them, holding them apart with his knees.

"I hope her ass is as tight as yours," he smiled to BJ.

"Probably tighter," BJ smiled back. "I've had dicks in mine before."

"No!" the girl cried again. "Why are you doing this to me?"

BJ waited until her lover lifted the girl's lower body up to a kneeling
position. "Where's the two cunts that were on the couch?" she hissed.

"Laura and Holly?" Fear crept into the girl's eyes. "Are you Bobby's
girlfriend? They said they'd hurt me if I told you where they are."

BJ's lover pressed his hard prick against the girl's split cheeks. "Hurt you
as much as taking my dick up your ass?"

"Will you let me go if I tell you?"

BJ looked back at her lover. "Let him do your pussy and suck him off and
we'll call it even."

"They're in the other bedroom!" the girl eagerly cried.

BJ withdrew. She left her lover on the bed with the young lesbian slut.
Just as she was closing the door, the girl wailed one final time. "No! Not
that way! You promised!"

The other bedroom door was unlocked. BJ could have found Bobby
without accosting the lesbian, but the girl needed the rough love of a man
before deciding to totally commit herself to women. At least that was what
she reasoned as she flung open the bedroom door to find Bobby and the
two girls on the bed in the same position as the bisexual video.

Holly and her friend Laura were both naked, which was no surprise. Both
possessed the same sexual hobby, which was also no surprise for
lesbians, sucking on each other's cunt. Neither was aware of BJ's
entrance, and being lesbians, BJ doubted they would cease their pussy
eating even if they knew she was there. Though Bobby, also naked, was
on the bed with the girls, encouraging their natural tendencies, BJ could
not help but be excited by the scene before her. The sight of two
attractive young women licking away at each other had her nipples
standing at and an unnatural stirring in her loins.

Laura was on the bottom, with her head towards BJ. Her ever-growing
state of arousal, tugging and massaging on Holly's pussy lips, wriggling
her tongue over Holly's clitoral hood made BJ aware of the wetness
between her own legs. Laura had a few fingers in Holly's hot box and
there were faint slurping noises as she slid them in and out. She added a
fourth finger and finally a fifth. Holly's cunt opened for Laura's burrowing
hand and then closed around Laura's wrist.

Laura was rubbing her own cunt over Holly's fluttering tongue. It was clear
Laura was very close. Holly licked faster, plunging two of her own fingers
into Laura's cunt. Bobby reached down to spank Holly's ass while
stroking his cock. Holly reached back with her free hand and stroked her
ass, pulling on the cheeks. The way she played with it turned him on.

Holly tried grinding her cunt around Laura's hand. She stifled a scream
and she pulled her hips back, freeing herself from Laura's hand. Her body
was stiff, but her cunt was spurting all over Laura's face. Laura opened
her mouth and grabbed Holly's ass to bury her face in Holly's super-wet
climax.

Holly was quick to recover and went back to licking Laura's crotch. Laura
groaned, dropping her head back to the bed. Holly's cunt fell down too,
engaging her lover's mouth. Holly's ass was still up. Bobby couldn't take
his eyes off it. He crawled around behind her and rubbed his cock up and
down the crack of her ass. Laura tried grabbing Booby's prick to put it in
Holly's wet cunt, but Bobby slapped her hand away.

"Your hand was just in there! I wanna feel something when I fuck her!"
What he did do was push his cock down into Laura's pussy-wet mouth.

Holly was too caught up in licking Laura to know what was going on down
below. She wanted her lover to cum and enthusiastically tongue-fucked
Laura's slot. Laura groaned with pleasure. She would have enjoyed it a lot
more without a guy's cock in her mouth, but Bobby had brought them
together, had encouraged them to love each other, to have sex with each
other. Neither she nor Holly would deny him anything he wanted to do
with them.

If Bobby wasn't going to stick his cock in Holly cunt, Laura wanted him to
at least feel Holly's cunt on his cock, so she swapped her mouth between
Holly and Bobby, sucking Holly's juice in her mouth, then coating Bobby's
prick with it. Eventually Bobby got the idea and actually slid his cock into
Holly fisted cunt. It wasn't as loose as he initially thought. Laura helped by
lifting her head to run her tongue along the length of his cock to lick
Holly's cum from it.

The mingled stimulation of Laura's tongue and Holly's wet box was
making Bobby's cock very hard and the desire within him to fuck one or
the other very strong. He looked down at Laura and found her face
contorted in her own orgasm, Holly's mouth doing a rough number on the
girl's cunt.

Bobby knew BJ had been there the whole time. H e motioned her to join
in. BJ shook her head. She had no desire to jump into that lesbian mess.

Bobby massaged Holly's ass. Both of Holly's hands reached back to help
him. She pulled apart her cheeks to expose her little pink buttonhole. BJ
knew exactly what Bobby would do. Her own asshole puckered at the
thought. Bobby pulled his cock out of Holly and let it hang in Laura's face.
He poked a thumb into Holly's wettest hole, twisted it until it was
completely wet with her sauce, then pulled it out and pressed it into her
smaller pink hole.

Holly gasped. "Yes!" She pushed backwards and upwards to get more of
his thumb inside her tight ass.

Laura went back to licking Bobby's prick, to remove all of Holly's pussy
juice from it. She moved her tongue up and down the shaft and wrapped
her lips around the head. One of her hands was on the base of it and the
other worked around his ass, massaging it while her mouth did its job on
his cock. But it was short lived. Laura sucked on his balls for a brief
moment before guiding Bobby's cock back inside Holly.

Holly was licking the cum from Laura's steamy crotch, Laura was
tonguing Holly's clit and Bobby was dick-fucking Holly's cunt and thumb-
fucking her ass. Every so often, Bobby's dick would slip out of Holly's
stretched cunt, but Laura just licked it clean and pushed it back into
Holly. This helped with the friction Bobby need to keep his cock hard. The
drier Holly cunt became, the better it felt.

Laura's experienced lips and tongue made it hard for Bobby not to shoot
his load whenever she had his cock in her mouth. Between Holly's tight
pussy and Laura's hot mouth, Bobby could not last much longer. The
very next time his cock slipped from Holly's cunt and Laura brought her
tongue up to lick it, Bobby finally had his orgasm. Streams of cream
squirted from the tip, hitting Holly's bush first. He curled his thumb in
Holly's ass, which generated a painful squeal from her, and lifted her hips
upward. Bobby's cum spewed out on Laura's tits and on her neck, but
most of it fell on the beautiful genital groveling wench.

Holly stopped lapping on Laura's crotch and somehow freed her ass from
Bobby's crude finger. She turned around completely and worked her way
up to Laura's tits so she could lick Bobby's cum off of them. Laura was
pleased with her lover's attentiveness, not to mention the way her lover's
lips wrapped themselves around her nipples. Holly's cunt, which had
been getting most of the attention, now had none, so Holly slid one hand
down to finger herself. One hand was not enough however because
Laura's cunt was left unattended too. She pushed the fingers from one
hand into her own cunt and rolled Laura's clit with the thumb and index
finger of the other hand.

Laura was close to a second orgasm. Holly was pounding three fingers in
and out of Laura's slurping cunt and moved the other hand from her own
cunt to give Laura's clit the tough-love massage it needed. And though
she was working her hands to the bone, her mouth still sucked on
Laura's tits.

"Oh god! Oh fuck!" Laura whimpered urgently. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Her
body went rigid as the orgasm swept over her. Holly's fingers were
pounding her cunt hard and faster. Laura screamed. "Oh fuck no!" And
with that, Holly's hand disappeared into her lover's cum-spouting hole.

Bobby watched happily, then went around to play with Holly's ass again.
He thumbed her again and lifted her hips off Laura. What he wanted was
her cunt, to tongue it a little himself. Holly helped by pulling her knees up
to support herself, but Bobby kept his thumb in her ass. He spread her
lips as best he could with one hand and started to lap up her juice. His
tongue stabbed her pulsing pussy. He moved his fingers in and out, one
more with each poke, until four fingers and half his hand was in the girl's
birthing hole. Holly grinded her hips on his hand.

When he pulled his hand out for just a moment, Holly took that
opportunity to roll over onto her back, next to Laura. She lifted her legs
and spread them wide. "Go back around and push your hand back in
from above!"

Bobby was thrilled by this excited plea. He circled the sex-crazed females
again, straddled Laura's head and reached down to push his hand back
into Holly's cunt. The moment his fingers brushed by Holly's clit, her cunt
spasmed and her fluid poured over his hand as it slid down into her, and
what his hand forced out ran down to collect in her mildly widened anus.

Laura was back to sucking Bobby's cock. He was getting hard again and
just relaxed a few minutes to enjoy the spectacular blow job Laura was
delivering. Her face was still coated with his cum but her lips and tongue
and mouth urged his cock to deliver more. Since he'd just painted her
face, it would be a while before he came again.

Flattening her tongue along the bottom side of his prick, Laura brought
her head up to consume him. Her cheeks tightened around his prick, her
lips gripped him from all sides and her tongue gave him a full-motion
massage as she took him deeper into her mouth. At the point of no
return, she paused a second, then impaled her throat on his delicious
rod. She swirled her tongue around the base and sucked him harder
even though he was already in as far as he would go.

The blow-job was so nice, that Bobby forgot about Holly. His hand slipped
from her cunt and he wiped the fluid all over Laura's breasts. Holly didn't
forget about him and crawled round behind him, first sucking in the
sensitive skin between his balls and his ass. His balls tensed as Holly's
tongue went up and down, ducking down into his asshole, giving it a wet
kiss, then returning to his hanging ballsac. She ran her tongue up under
his balls, then gently took them into her mouth. As for his cock, the most
Holly could do there was to lick the underside when Laura didn't have the
whole thing in her mouth.

Since they were both below him, it was time for Bobby to lie on his back.
The girls followed. The two gorgeous females licked his prick from top to
bottom, settling their talented tongues on either side of the head, wanting
to take their time in giving him the pleasure he deserved, but each also
wanting to be the one to have him blow his wad into her mouth.

Side by side, both fought the battle. Laura could suck him deeply. Holly
still had to prove she could too. She moved her mouth over the top of his
stiff prick and slowly slid her head down, ramming it up against the back
of her mouth. Instead of pulling back, she just opened her mouth wider
and literally sucked it into her throat. But that was just the beginning. She
sucked harder and harder, moving her mouth up and down over the
length of his cock, repeatedly plugging her throat. Whereas Laura could
only deep-throat him, Holly had proved she could throat-fuck him.

Outclassed, Laura relinquished her position and moved up to kiss Bobby.
It was a deep and passionate kiss, her tongue moving in and out of his
mouth. In bringing her head up, she also brought up her tits and Bobby's
hand clamped on them, digging his fingers into them.

"Pinch them," Laura groaned. "Slap them and pinch them!"

He did not want to hurt her, but he also did not want to ignore her
request. Maybe she wanted him to punish her for not being able to suck
his cock like Holly could. His fingers clipped them. He pinched and rolled
them between his fingers. Her face screwed up, and her throat emitted a
impassioned squeal.

"Suck harder, Holly!" Laura cried. "He wants to cum in your mouth! You
want to cum in her mouth don't you Bobby? You want him to cum in your
mouth, don't you Holly?"

All Holly could manage was a pleasing hum. Her tongue swirled around
his prick as she repeatedly impaled her throat. Her face was a fuck
machine, her mouth a fuck animal.

Bobby was helpless to resist Holly's mouth fuck so he joined in, grabbing
her head and slamming in against his groin. Every time he bottomed out,
she tightened her throat, making it feel like her throat was sucking on the
head. Bobby could feel the sperm boiling in his balls. There was no
holding back.

Holly stopped sucking, but she did grab hold with both hands and jerked
him in her mouth. Bobby's body tightened so much his stomach muscles
cramped. His cream spurted out, drenching her tongue, splashing on the
insides of her cheeks, filling her mouth. Holly let it sit in her mouth until
his climax subsided.

Laura moved down. "Share!" she demanded.

Their lips locked in a very wet kiss. Bobby's cum passed between their
mouths, but some escaped, dripping down their faces. When they were
satisfied they had equal loads, they swallowed fully, then attended to
each other's face. Laura's face still had some from Bobby's first orgasm,
so Holly got to eat more. Laura however dropped her mouth onto Bobby's
shrinking prick, licking and sucking every inch until she was sure she had
everything.

BJ had seen enough. She walked out and had every intention of walking
home alone, but she second-guessed herself, stepping back into the
room across the hall.

Her partner was still there and so was the lesbian, but the girl was bound
and gagged and the guy was simultaneously fucking her pussy and ass
with a very long two-headed dildo. "Want to help me out here?" the guy
asked?

"Looks like you have everything under control," BJ gave a weak smile.

"She wants to lick a pussy. She won't get off unless she has her face in a
pussy!"

"There's plenty of pussy across the hall." BJ was dejected. One of only for
girls at the party, she was the only one that wasn't getting fucked.

She had to leave the party alone. BJ had nothing to offer her date,
nothing more than two anal lesbians could. She was certainly anal, but
not a lesbian, at least not yet. It hurt her feelings a little to know that some
other girl could please men more than she could. Maybe she would
eventually make it with another woman, but her investigation into male
sexual fantasies was not yet complete.

Chapter 2 - LOWLY OCCUPATION

In the trashier part of townùa twelve square block area BJ referred to as
Sleaze Cityùthere were bars and strip joints on every corner, peep shows,
massage parlors and adult book stores running the length of every block,
and X-rated movie houses sprinkled in with dingy motels which charged
by the half-hour and made you pay extra for a clean set of sheets.

There were hookers everywhere, strutting their stuff, from ages 13 on up
to 30. They operated like factory production lines. As soon as a raw
material was picked up, another finished product was dropped off.
Prostitution was technically still against the law, but the cops didn't
enforce it because the world of whoring had undergone several radical
changes in the past decade.

Pimps were now presidents of legitimate consulting companies, each of
which contracted out about a hundred whores. Like any other consulting
business, the consulting whores provided services for an hourly fee. Best
of allùand this was the reason law enforcement ignored themùeveryone
paid taxes.

Under this new enterprise system, pimps no longer milked their whores
for most of their money. The pimp president managed the entire
business, charging each consultant a daily management fee of $50 plus
10% of all services. The fee was non-negotiable and was charged 365
days a year. If a consultant decided to take a day off or take a vacation,
they were still responsible for paying the daily $50 management fee plus
10% of their average daily income. With 100 consultants, each paying
$50 a day, not including the 10% fee, company earnings exceeded 1.8
million dollars a year. The company had no overhead other than the
president's office which was usually run out of the home, most of which
was a deductible business expense. After expenses, the president's
taxable income was around one million dollars. The state reaped
$100,000 and the city $150,000 just from one company. The reason for
not cracking down on prostitution was clear.

As for the consultants, there were three basic levels, each earning its own
service rate. This equated to an hourly fee, but the rate applied to each of
as many services the consultant could provide in one hour. The
consulting level was based upon a combination of age and experience.
Experience was based solely on the number of services provided.
Appearance was also a factor, though less of one. If a fat, ugly woman or
a man with a small dick could generate the income, no one was about to
discriminate against them.

Aged sixteen or under, regardless of experience level, a consulting whore
could not exceed the junior, or novice, level. Though the employment of
anyone under sixteen was prohibited, since each consultant was self-
employed, proof of age was placed squarely upon their shoulders. The
management company was absolved of any responsibility in contracting
under-aged consultants. Junior consultants charged $5-25 per consulting
service. Granted, five dollar services meant the consultant had to provide
ten services a day just to pay the $50 management fee, with the 10%
coming out of their pocket, on slow days, anything was better than
nothing. On the average though, junior consultants provided eight
services a day and earned $20 per service. After the daily $50 plus 10%
management fee, that meant a yearly income of about $34,000. While
that may have been enough for someone in the 1990's to live on alone, it
was not quite so in 2009. For this reason two or three novices roomed
together, often setting up a holding company to purchase a house, so
that each person had an equal investment and equity in it.

Though the junior-level age range was generally 16-20, at age sixteen,
the junior consultant could advance to the standard level if, in two
consecutive years, they could provide proof of administering an above-
average ten $20 services per day, or 3,650 per year. At that rate, the
consultant would gross about $73,000. The daily management fee would
take away $18,250 and the 10% fee an additional $7,300, leaving the
junior consultant with 65% of the gross or $47,450 per year. Anyone with
that kind of record had to be good and was being wasted at the average
$20 per service. Since the incentive was thereùthe more you service, the
more you makeùthe standard consulting level could very well be achieved
at age eighteen.

Standard consultants, or intermediates, could charge no less than $15
and no more than $40 per consulting service. The age range here was
generally 20-24. Any junior consultant who did not reach the standard
level by age 20 was usually dropped from the company's consultant's list
since the company could make more from an incentive-driven whore. On
the average, standard consultants provided ten services a day and
earned $35 per service. At that rate, the consultant would gross about
$127,750. The daily management fee would take away $18,250 and the
10% fee an additional $12,275, leaving the standard consultant with
almost 76% of the gross or $96,725 per yearùa $49,000 raise over a
junior consultant.

Standard consultants could advance to the senior level if, in three
consecutive years, they could provide proof of administering an above-
average fifteen $35 services per day, or 5,475 per year. At that rate, the
consultant would gross about $191,625. The daily management fee
would still be the same, taking away $18,250 and the 10% fee an
additional $19,163, leaving the senior consultant with over 80% of the
gross or $154,212 per year. Anyone at this level of income was more
than ready for the senior level.

Senior consultants, or professionals, charged $50-60 a service. The age
of a professional typically ranged from 24-30, but an adventurous
consultant could reach that level by age 21. The average senior
consultant fee was $55 per service. At a rate of 15 services per day, a
senior consultant could generate $301,125 of income, keep $252,762
and the company would reap $48,363.

Each consultant provided their share of administrative duties such as
marketing, billing and collections. The consultants also had offices in their
homes which, along with their own expenses, were deductible as well.
Taxable income on a $47,000 per year junior consultant ranged from
$20,000-$25,000. On a $96,000 standard consultant, keeping the same
number of deductions, that was raised to $47,000-$60,000. For a senior
consultant, the taxable income ranged from $125,000-$160,000. Given a
typical consulting company which had 50 juniors, 30 standards and 15
seniors, a conservative estimate of taxable income for the consultants
alone was somewhere near the five million dollar mark. Add to that the
president's taxable income of one million on the $50 daily management
fee, plus another one million on his 10% fee, and all government levels
were presented with a $7,000,000 taxable income base of which half
would be divided among them. All from one business.

It was general knowledge that four of these businesses were operating in
Sleaze City, providing taxes exceeding fourteen million dollars. Another
benefit of pseudo-legalized prostitution was that the consulting whores
helped keep the crime level low. Since the whores were self-employed,
what they chose to sell was entirely up to them. There were whores for
each individual desire. Some novices, posing as regular girls, provided
would-be rapists with an inexpensive outlet to vent their sexual
frustrations. The murderer, who liked to hurt people but only killed them
because he didn't want them pressing charges, could find intermediates
who sold masochism. Middle-aged men who liked domineering
mistresses or had fantasies about being raped by another man, could
find professionals to provide their needs. There were even women, not all
of them young, who detested men and hired two or more consultants as
gang rapists, enforcing their belief that all men were perverts.

Not all services provided involved sex. Some of the bars and clubs hired
consulting whores to strip with tips being their entire income. A single
dance set constituted a single service. A novice or junior's income per
dance-set service could well exceed their basic hourly rate, so they
deferred that income to the below-average income sex services they
provided to the bar's patrons between dance sets.

Some of the consulting whores preferred an all-sexual lifestyle. To them,
stripping was too easy of a way to earn their income. Consultants of this
type weren't restricted from the bars which featured other consulting
whores, so there were sometimes bad feelings between those that
stripped and those which stole potential customers. While the girls
stripped, others would work the crowd, offering immediate sex rather the
men waiting for the strippers to finish their acts.

The massage parlors were just fronts for heterosexual, bisexual and
homosexual orgies, not to mention live sex shows and other off-the-wall,
and often illegal, forms of entertainment. Once the contraceptive implant
had been introduced and AIDS had been cured, that which only a
pioneering few had enjoyedùwife-swapping and orgiesùbecame chic of
those who wanted to spice up their marriages. These were the types of
people who flocked to the massage parlors. The divorce rate plummeted
when it became acceptable for an unhappy spouse to find pleasures in
the arms of another. And that other was, more often than not, a
consulting whore.

Live sex shows weren't advertised because they were still illegal, but all
the regulars knew which parlors featured them. Again, consulting whores,
most of them senior professionals, were hired for this type of private
entertainment where they were contracted to perform various sex acts for
an audience. Each act constituted a service as well as each act with a
separate customer who paid the senior's rate to join in.

There were other forms of entertainment. Anything could be found for any
type of customer. Something as tame as fetishes, like men sucking on
women's toes, which really didn't require a whore's services. Other things,
like B&D, while more graphic, were just as harmless. BJ had once seen a
woman with her hands tied behind her back crawling all over the floor and
eating food from a dish like a dog.

Some performances mixed fetishes, like B&D and S&M. Novices were
tied up in odd positions, first given oil baths, then helplessly screwed and
abused by a group of dominant male partners. Though this was sex with
multiple partners, it was considered a single service. Only when they were
then spanked and screwed by every member of the small audience did
they enter into separate service contracts.

But there was even more. In Sleaze City, BJ first witnessed a woman
having sex with a dog. Though this was something even BJ found
disgusting, she was fascinated with how ritualistic the woman was is
getting the dog to lick her to orgasm, then sucking the dog off and finally
the animal's expression, which was strangely human, as if it knew it was
screwing a species different than its own. Only senior consultants, who
could charge the maximum rate, were involved in these types of
perversions.

Anal sodomy also had an entertainment value. BJ once remembered
reading how some moralist tried having sodomy banned even if it was
between consenting adults and in private. The government struck that
down and any other form of sexùexcepting that which involved childrenùif
performed in private. Although women of all ages were sodomized during
the live sex shows, it was often contrived because the woman's asshole
was well lubricated and had been prepared for the act. It was dry sodomy,
with an under-aged novice, where the girl had no preparation and no
lubrication, which people paid to see. Even in these extreme cases,
where a payment of $200 was not uncommon, the girls could only accept
payment if they provided seven others with free sex, thereby dividing the
$200 as eight $25 services. prostitute

Chapter 3 - INAUGURATION

Instead of having the night planned, one of BJ's dates asked where she
would like to go. She smiled, acted coy and naive and hinted heavily that
she'd never been, but would really like to go to Sleaze City.

"I've never been downtown to Sleaze City," she implied through her pearly
whites. "I've heard so little about it and I've always been curious to see
what it's really like. If you don't mind, why don't we go there?"

To the contrary, she knew exactly what it was like because she'd been
there before. She had been alone at the time, wanting to check it out
before taking a guy along with her. She'd heard was one of the quickest
ways getting a guy into the sack without her having to rip off his clothes.
The fully nude and sexually suggestive dancers and the foul-mouthed
waitresses and hookers would get her date excited to the point where
he'd want to rip off her clothes. At the live sex shows, watching other
groaning girls getting the bottoms knocked out of them would certainly
put her date in a more degenerate frame of mind. It certainly did that to
her. Because of her age, she had to ball both the club's bouncers just to
get inside and had them do her again on the way out.

After a single drink or two in the barùbecause of their excessive
pricesùshe and her date made a quick trip to the movies for a short porno
film. Even though she laughed along with him at the demeaning sex
antics of the stars and starlets in the film, she understood how it was so
easy for the pornography industry to transform ordinarily, naive girls into
the insatiable, prick-loving sex kittens they appeared to be. They probably
were prick-crazy like she was. And it didn't take the sex industry to make
her that way. Any hard prick would do.

BJ also realized the reasons behind the pornography industry boom,
even after homosexuality and adulteryùthose forbidden subjects which
the porno films graphically depicted in a bygone eraùbecame acceptable
norms. The age of minorsùin all except alcohol consumptionùhad been
reduced to sixteen. A girl of sixteen could legally get married without her
parent's permission and, since that was the case, she could legally
engage in sex without her parent's permission. Other than the junior
consulting whores who stripped on stage, girls under eighteen weren't
allowed into the clubs. In BJ's case, she looked like a twenty year old, so
it didn't matter. Many of the men who patronized these strip clubs
fantasized about making it with the sixteen year old strippers. For some,
those fantasies became a reality. For everyone else, the pornography
industry satisfied the desire by using sixteen year olds in their films.



Two sixteen year old girls in the film, which was about oral-oriented school
girls, were man-eaters with very big appetites. One was a boy-crazy sweet
young thing named Tiffany. She loved all shapes and sizes. Long ones,
small ones, short ones, big ones and fat ones. She fell to her knees at the
drop of a zipper and she had her lips wrapped around all these sizes on
the school bus in the first ten minutes of the movie. The other was a cum-
hungry knee pad nympho named Pearl. She lived with three guys,
serviced each in the shower that morning, two other guys in the back seat
of a car on the way to school and three more underneath a table in the
cafeteria at breakfast. At the moment, the two girls were sucking the high
school principal's bloated prick, doing their very best to be out of control
in inducing him to raise their failing grades.

And in the office next door, the vice-principal was lying on her back,
holding her legs aloft, across the short length of her desk, one boy giving
her pussy a butt-spanking fuck and another giving her mouth a breast
squeeze stuffing. Her body was hot for fucking, but her mouth was her
best attribute. She was always sucking on or having her mouth fucked by
something. She sucked her husband and her boyfriends. She had her
mouth fucked by her friends' husband's and boyfriends. She loved to
deep-throat, so hungry for cum, sucking cocks down, no guy could resist
her deep-throat and cum-swallowing style, her mouth wide open, ready to
collect the spurting and dripping of no less than a dozen cocks a day.
She was the science teacher of the two boys balling her and they were
letting her know how much they'd learned about the human reproductive
system. It was the second pair to bang her that morning, there would be
two more later that day, three parent-suck conferences after school, then
home to repeatedly drain her husband's cock. She wasn't sure if he'd be
having friends over that evening for her to service. If not, she'd be going
out, looking to be some group's gang-bang slut.

And just down the hall, one of the guidance counselors had in her office
two of the biggest trouble-makers in school. She was kneeling between
them, about to go above and beyond the call of duty. The boys had lost
their pants but still had on their shorts. Not for long. She was going to
suck them at the same time and bring them off together so they could fill
her mouth with two loads of deliciously sticky cum. She loved giving head
just as much as girls ten years younger. She craved it, needed it, and
went to any length to give it, literally devouring every boy and girl that was
sent to see her. She drained every prick she could wrap her lips around
and taught girls how to give good head, showing them her favorite, throat-
massaging techniques.

Just as both boys grabbed her head and shoved their pricks down into
her mouth at the same time, BJ was kissing her date and grasping at his
hard prick. "I bet you'd like me to suck you off," she laughingly moaned.
"Suck it all the way down so you could choke me with it!"

"How did you know?" He went along with the game. "Down on your
knees. Gagging on my prick. I can just see it now."

"God! You're getting really big!" She exclaimed. "You'd probably like to
hurt me with that monster, slamming it into my pussy."

"You don't know the half of it," he chuckled, shifting in his seat so he
could hump her thigh. "I'd be hurting everything within arm's reach. Your
pussy's only one thing I'd be hurting."

BJ draped her leg over his and stroked his prick with her knee. "It feels
good up against me. Tell me how you would come on me," she
whispered, accepting his tongue inside her mouth.

"When I come, I'd spray it all over your face," he kidded. "Then I'd smear
it all over your tits and you would lick it from my fingers like greasy
chicken."

"No," she corrected him. "I'd want you to come in my mouth so you could
pinch my titties while I'm getting myself off. They're really hard," she
poked her breasts.

He squeezed one breast and knew she was telling the truth. "They're
hard as a goddamn rock!"

"Just like you." BJ lifted her shirt so he could play with her breasts.

He compressed all five fingers of each hand over both nipples. "Your
titties would be hurting with my dick inside you."

"You're making me want more. Tell me more."

"You'd swallow my cum, then get me hard again so I could throw you over
this chair and screw you silly in front of everyone."

"Oooh! Pinch them! You'd pinch them really hard while you're screwing
me, wouldn't you?"

"As hard as you want," he replied, twisting one nipple enough to keep her
excited. "I take that back. I'll twist them as hard as I want." He tested her
resolve by both pinching and twisting the hard nipple at the same time.

"You're making me so wet!" She squealed. "I can't stand it anymore!" She
twisted the lower half her body and lifted up the back of her skirt to bare
her backside. "Tell me you want to do something indecent with me that
you've always wanted to do with a girl!"

He whispered in her ear, "I'd like to screw your asshole and come in your
mouth, then pinch your tits until you swallowed my dick and my cum."

"Oh, baby! I want you inside me so bad! Don't you know you have as
much a chance of screwing my asshole that you do in pinching my tits!"

"And you have as much chance of sucking me off as-" he stopped. "Are
you serious?"

She abruptly ended the game by placing his hand on her barren
posterior. "Can't you see I'm not wearing any panties?" She proclaimed to
her flustered date. "Don't you know I want you to have sex with me? You
wanna be inside my asshole? I'd like you in my asshole too! As long as
you pinch my tits to make it hurt real good!"

Within ten minutes, they were in the dirt cheap, rent-by-the-hour motel
next door. Her date's dick would be deep inside her flaming asshole in an
hour-long, multiple orgasm, anal slam-bang session. She let him and
many of her other dates do anything they wantedùeven straight-from-the-
ass oral cum shotsùas long as none of them cheated her out of their
sweet-tasting sperm, good to the last licking drop.

She had the attributes every guy loved in a girl. Shallow, fuck-me
conversation. Light, any-way-you-want thinker. Deep, gag-me throat. Tiht,
cock-squeezing ass. She expressed herself orally and anally rather than
verbally.

Chapter 4 - AGGRESSION

Many nights, while alone in bed at home, BJ fantasized about herself
dancing nude on stage, slapping her huge jugs about or bending over
and spreading apart the tiny lips of her wet pussy for a room full of horny,
half-drunken men. The mere thought of any lecherous guy touching her
in a sexual nature would appall and disgust most girls who weren't
whores. But to BJ it was one of her most erotic fantasies.

While in a masturbatory stupor, BJ also worked in the parlors, the object
of repeated anal assault in a dry-dick frenzy. Other girls let themselves be
slapped, spanked and ruined to get the murder and rapist dicks hard for
BJ's asshole. It was during these fantasies that BJ aroused herself with
self-inflicted abuse, conditioning her body for eager assault by all her
sexual partners. From the very beginning, discomfort had been a friend
and companion during sex. Now it was becoming necessary for sex.

She got to know several of the strippers and what they told her did not
surprise her. Like her, they were girls who just wanted to have fun.
Stripping and whoring was the only career which paid them well for
having fun. And it was a lot less stressful than normal job. An added
benefit was the number of friends they made while on the job. Many of
the customers for which the girls danced and partnered were better lovers
than the guys the girls used to date.

The strip joints had more than the desired effect on BJ's date. They even
piqued her formidable desire. The lighting, the smoke and the music
which beat out sexual rhythms set the mood. The women both on stage
and crowded around the bar who got off on having other people seeing
them naked, not to mention the fact they were advertising themselves as
available for sex. The occasional discrete sex act BJ and her date
witnessed. And the scent of sex from all those naked bitchesùthat was
everywhere.

If she was with a guy she really liked, he would know long before going to
the movies that she was bare-assed and eager for sex. On the way to the
movie house, she was submissive when he fondled her. She didn't have
to encourage him to stroke her breasts or squirrel his fingers between her
cheeks as they walked down the hooker-lined sidewalk. She was
amenable to his touch, no matter where they were. One of her dates did
finger her asshole in front of her mother, but he didn't bend her over, lift
up her skirt, spread her cheeks and finger it so her mother could watch.
But in Sleaze City, they could do just thatùbeing more explicit in every
contact.

Sometimes her dates went too far and fancied her fulfilling some of their
own fantasies before they got to the movies or the motel. They wanted to
screw her outside. As much as she wanted them to, she had to literally
fight them to keep her own clothes on. Screwing in the car outside the
house or in a booth at one of the clubs or in any restroom or even an alley
was one thing. She had no qualms about doing it in these places if it was
what her date wanted. But screwing her in her own living room or outside
in the yard would have earned her one hell of a thrashing from her
parents. On the sidewalk or in the street would have gotten both of them
arrested. Until they were off the street, whether it be inside a car, a
theater, a sweaty motel room, or even down a dark alley, she had to keep
them at bay. After that, it didn't matter.

"Stick it all the way in," she whispered to a date who was fingering her
asshole beneath her skirt. They'd left the bar ten minutes ago and had
only traveled two blocks in that period of time. He stopped her half a
dozen times to kiss and grope. His hands were all over her backside. She
hadn't said no when he said he'd love to do her in the ass, but she hadn't
said yes either. She liked it when a guy tried putting her in the mood for
anal sex like spanking her or promising to come in her mouth.

They crossed the next street with his finger corked inside her asshole, but
this time it was she who stopped him on the corner. She didn't often walk
around with something inside her asshole and it was adversely affecting
her good judgment. They were only a block from the movie house, but if
he as much as hinted at it, she would have bent over for him right there.

"I don't know if I can wait any longer." BJ pulled his finger out of her
asshole and moved his hand around front, placing it between her legs.
"Yank on my bush," she moaned. " It feels good now but I need you to
get it ready because it'll hurt like a bitch later on when you ram your big
prick in there."

"No more than when I shove my prick deep inside your asshole," he
hissed, yanking her pussy down the next alleyway. "I can't wait either.
You're driving me goddamn crazy! I'm gonna do you right here!"

BJ looked at him hard. There was nothing but blind lustful rage in his
expression. She usually had control over her dates, but knew at that
moment, she'd taken this one too far. It was her first time in an alley and
she wanted it too, but knew he was going to hurt her even if she gave it to
him.

She turned to face the wall and stuck out her butt. "I know I've been bad.
Spank me!"

He delivered several brutal whacks to her soft rump which brought tears
to her eyes, then flipped her around.

"You didn't hear me, bitch! I said I'm gonna do you here! Right now!"

There was no escape. BJ forced a look of fear into her own eyes and
hissed back. "Then you're gonna have to rape me."

He smiled. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"No!" She spoke the truth. She had a hunch his concept of rape was
much worse than her own. "What I'd like is for you to screw the living shit
outta me. You don't need to rape me for that."

"I'll do that too." He backhanded her and she crashed against the damp
brick wall.

Momentarily dazed, BJ's arms fell to her sides. She felt her shirt being
ripped away by his strong hands but could do nothing to prevent it. The
skirt came away much easier, as it was designed to. Her mind raced for a
way in which she could escape his brutality.

"You don't have to do this! You can have me any way you want me!"

Her pleas fell on deaf ears. The moment her eyes opened, he struck her
again, knocking her to her knees.

"Why are you doing this?" BJ was in tears.

"If I told you what I wanted, you'd really give it to me?"

"Yes!"

"Then I'm not going to tell you. I'm gonna do what I want and I don't need
your permission for any of it." He took of his belt and doubled it in his right
hand. "Now bend over unless you want me hitting you with this instead of
my hand!"

BJ counted her blessings when she saw it was a nylon military-style belt.
If it had been leather, her perfect body might have been ruined forever.
The nylon would certainly hurt and it would leave marks, but they would
eventually go away. She stood up, but before she could turn to bend
over, the belt came flying toward her. It struck her left breast with such a
force that it twisted her body and slammed her against the wall again.

This time, when she turned, she had hatred in her eyes, but he matched
it with fiendish animosity.

"Just stand there! Put your goddamn hands on your goddamn head and
don't move. If you move or you make any noise, I will kill you!"

BJ locked her fingers on top of her head and closed her eyes.

"Look at me bitch!" He belted her breast in the same place. "I want you to
see what I'm doing to you!"

With tears in her eyes, BJ watched him land every stroke. Twice more to
her left breast and five times to the other. They were a deep crimson from
the maddening aggravated abuse and when he had her bend over, she
looked over her shoulder as he turned her buttocks the same color in
short order.

But that wasn't the end of the persecution. He continued to belt both her
buttocks and her breasts as he pried her tiny bung-hole open with his dry
prick.

They did eventually make it to the movies, but the one he chose was an
X-rated slasher film where women, while having their pussies blasted
open with fists or their assholes sodomized with baseball bats, had their
nipples sliced off with razor blades and their breasts mutilated with steel-
studded leather whips. Even then, a few reached climax at which point
their throats were cut while deep-throating and butcher knives were
shoved into their pussies.

The only way BJ was able to save herself from more abuse was to stay on
her knees most of the way through the movie, sucking him so hard that
his dick shunned any further contact. When he realized what she'd done,
he raised a hand to hit her, but she grabbed his testicles and squeezed
them.

"Lay another hand on me and I'll turn these to jelly!"

Though her first experience in a Sleaze City alley was wretched, her
fantasies now included an element of brutalization. Every so often, BJ
was propositioned by strangers who thought she was a hooker. If she
wasn't with a date, she would have accepted the propositions - never for
the money, although she never refused it, but for the thrill of getting
balled by a stranger in some dark alley.

It was fun to play the wouldn't-you-like-it-if game at the theater with some
of her dates. Wouldn't you like it if I took off my shirt? Wouldn't you like it
if a pretty girl came over and begged you to screw her silly? Wouldn't you
like it if every girl you know liked shoving your dick up into her puckered
asshole? With most though, the game didn't get very far. She never saw
more than the first five minutes of the films because, as soon as she
knew he was hard, she dropped down to the floor spent the rest of her
time on her knees between his legs.

BJ was a very oral creature. She liked, just as much as the next girl, to
get her dates between her legs, but she had a hankering for a man's
seed. To her, nothing tasted better. Having a guy squirt it anywhere else
was a waste of a good thing. That's why, with most of them, she let them
do her pussy only if they came in her mouth. She knew her dates
probably thought she did things like take their cum in her mouth or deep-
throated their dicks because they got off on it, but she was the one who
enjoyed it. Except when her pain was their pleasure, their pleasure was a
secondary concern.

BJ didn't eat like a normal personùregular food that is. She ate very little
solid food because most of that came out her shitterùone of the primary
places she wanted her partners to be. On the rare occasion when she ate
a regular meal, she liked it hot or at the very least, warm. Her favorite
foodùa guy's hard penisùstarted out warm, but the harder she sucked,
the hotter it got.

She consumed a wide variety of vitamins and minerals every day, most in
tablet form, and a modest amount of vegetable protein to maintain her
musculature. Other than water, she drank only fruit juices and only when
she was thirsty. The resulting emptiness left her ravenous and she took it
out on her partners. She wondered about it when she was alone. Did she
swallow a guy's prick only because it was a quicker way to make him
come or was she trying to mimic the feeling of food going down her
gullet?

In the theater, before gobbling down his penis, BJ removed her top, one
reason being that she liked her date to fondle her nipples while she was
giving him head. The other and more important reason was excitement of
being half naked in public with other people close by to discover them.
For anyone sitting behind them, all they had to do was lean forward a bit
to know she was sucking her date's dick. And if they stood up, they could
plainly see her breasts resting on the seat between her date's legs.

What was she thinking about when she did this? To be honest, she was
thinking about her next meal. Not whether or not her date would provide
it, but who would provide it. In her mind, the whole row was lined with
erect dicks. She crawled from one end to the other, getting twenty meals
for the price of one.

She licked and sucked on her date's warm flesh bone, massaging his
testicles and deep-throating him often to bring him to orgasm several
times within the course of a 20 to 30 minute period. After that, the pace
was slower. She had to work harder and harder for smaller and smaller
fares. At the X-rated movie houses, she wouldn't hesitate taking him up
her enthusiastic asshole so he could do the work. But in the public
theater, the administration of oral sex was the extent of her daring.

She let her date have as much or as little control as he wanted. Some
guys saw her act of anxiously taking them down as an act of self-
humiliation, degrading herself for his pleasure. But when she did it
herself, she did it for herself.

Others liked the power trip of forcing her head all the way down to bury
their pricks in her throat. When they forced it upon her, she felt a small
measure of disgust and a small measure of fear. Their need to stab at her
throat was not unlike a murderer's need to impale his victims on a knife.
Rapists had the same need, but they used their dicks instead of a knife. It
was no wonder rape was often tied to violence. But what other women
might consider rape was just intense sex to BJ. Along with everything
else, violence had a place in her life.

Different strokes for different folks. Once out of the theater, some liked to
take off her clothes because they could not wait to get inside. Others
waited until she took them off so they could be sure she really wanted
what she had only teased them about. And others still wanted her to
perform as slow strip tease to extend the moment. They were all the same
to BJ though. They had something she wantedùa prickùand would do
anything to get.

Chapter 5 - ONE AT A TIME

After leaving history, her last class of the day, BJ found herself walking
down an almost empty corridor. Right after a boy came up to walk next to
her did she feel his hand slide down over her backside. It was a boy she'd
gone out with a couple weeks before. She waited for him to speak.

"You said you'd do me any where I want you." His grip tightened and his
fingers pushed the fabric of her loose pants in between her cheeks.

"Treat me like a tramp in public and you'll get nothing."

He removed his hand but continued walking with her.

"What did you have in mind?" she smiled.

"End stall. Men's room. Third floor. Ten minutes." He trotted off, not
waiting for a reply. It was discrete enough. Almost everyone else was in
class. The possibility of anyone happening in while he was doing her was
low, but still provided the measure of danger she claimed to need.

For BJ, the element of danger was exceedingly low. After stopping off at
her locker, she went straight to the designated meeting place. Instead of
the end stall, she chose the middle one. Instead of just pulling down her
pants far enough for him to screw her, she removed all of her clothing.
And, instead of stooping on the toilet and locking the stall door in case
someone else came in before her boyfriend, she left the door unlocked,
turned her back to it, spread her legs and bent over the toilet to
masturbate until he arrived.

He found her by the loud moaning coming from the middle stall. Lucky for
him and for her, there was no one else in the room when he arrived.

"You really do want to be discovered," he shouted when he flung open
the door. He was greeted by the beautiful sight of her naked loins. It
brought back the memory of the four times he did her two weeks ago and
the dozen fantasies he'd had since.

"What I really want is to be screwed," she replied.

She'd evidently orgasmed a number of times already. The fingers
furiously rubbing her crotch were all wet and vaginal fluid had run half the
way down her legs. A large clap thundered throughout the room as he
cracked her hard across her naked buttocks.

"Don't worry honey," he smiled. "I'm gonna bang the hell out of you. I just
never said I wanted to bang the hell out of your pussy."

"I said I wanted to get screwed," she replied. "I didn't say where. Shove
your dick in my pussy to get it wet, then screw it into my asshole!"

She was fully prepared to take his dry dick into her asshole. Just like
every other morning, she'd douched and oiled her asshole in preparation
for such an encounter. Several other boys at school had taken her up on
her any-time, any-where offer, but this was the first time one of them
chose the men's room. Though this was a first, she felt comfortable doing
it because of all the times she'd been banged in the rest rooms of
restaurants and bars.

The farthest he went in getting undressed was in unzipping his fly. He'd
been hard half the day, knowing he'd find BJ where he did and planning
their encounter. He pressed his prick into her vagina. Though it was wet,
it fiercely resisted his penetration and he had to slam it a few times and
then only gained half access.

"Fuck your pussy," he groaned. "You ain't gonna let me in, so I ain't
gonna try."

Actually, he was impressed with her muscular control. Two weeks ago,
the fourth time he screwed her, her pussy was just as wet and just as
tight as the first time. Though she said she'd take him in her asshole, he
didn't test her that night and had since regretted it. Almost all of his
fantasies over the past two weeks centered around banging her asshole
and now he was finally going to get to realize it. What she didn't know
was that he was going to compress two weeks of anal fantasies into one
ten minute session. She'd probably refuse to ever again have sex with
him, but it would be worth it.

Five minutes later, he was only halfway into her restricted rectum. She
was making it difficult for him but he didn't know why. He'd thought she'd
want to get it over as quickly as possible. Her every exhale was flavored
with a groan or a squeal. The longer he remained there, the greater the
chance of getting caught. The last thing he needed was to be
suspended, so he took the only course of action open to him to speed the
process.

He grabbed hold of her hair with one hand, then starting pounding her
cheeks with the other's open palm. "Fuck my dick with your ass or I'll beat
the shit outta you!" he hissed.

She slammed her backside against his loins, driving another half inch of
his hard shaft into her. Five powerful thrusts of her own hips and he was
almost all the way inside. He yanked back on her hair, bringing her
almost fully erect. Both of his wide-fingered hands encompassed her
breasts and he squeezed as hard as he could. If any of the porno-discs
he watched were true to life, sodomizing a girl in the upright position was
extremely offensive (for her) if not nearly impossible (for him).

"Now get me deep inside your asshole, bitch!"

"I can't and you know it!" she groaned. She was pleased that he'd
attacked her breasts, helping to distract her sensory inputs from the
immense suffering in her burning rectum. "Fuck me like a real man, you
cock-sucker!"

He liked the fact that she was agonizing enough to insult him. The bitch
liked to have sex entirely too much and it was about time someone
punished her for her indecency. He thrust his hips forward and upward,
but all that did was to lift her up off the floor.

"Godammit! Either screw me or get the hell outta me!"

He dropped her, forced her over then rammed himself the rest of the way
inside her. "Tighten your asshole again and it'll be the last thing you ever
do!" He pulled himself nearly all the way out, then rammed himself to the
hilt. Her body jumped and trembled. He was sure that every other guy
that butt-banged her would short stroked her asshole. His full-length
penetrations probably felt like the cut of a knife by comparison. He didn't
care. It was exactly the way he fantasized it.

The past few days, his fantasies took a perverse turn. In them, he
threatened to kill her if she didn't take his anal slamming prick in her
mouth to eat his cum. It was the only part of his fantasy that he knew
would not become a realityùthat is until she begged him to come in her
mouth.

"God! I'm gonna cum! Get your goddamn face around here so I can
come in your mouth or I'll goddamn kill you!"

To play the part of the terrified girl in what she now knew was a fantasy,
BJ turned around with fear in her eyes. She waited for him to slap her
before opening her mouth. He pressed his gushing prick down into it.
She opened wide so he could see himself ejaculating in her mouth, then
kept it open so he could also see her swallowing his goo. Her powerful
mouth then closed on his dick and pumped on it, keeping it hard long
enough to extract a secondary burst of sweet sperm.

Because it started with soul-satisfying masturbatory orgasms, progressed
to a serious blasting of her meat-filled rectum, transformed into a short
bout of sexual torture and ended with harmonious humiliation, it was one
of the most gratifying experiences of her life.

She planned her next few encounters, endeavoring to secure each boy's
inflexible prick within the tight confines of her lower intestine. Though it
offered them all a quick way to get off between classes, it was a long time
before she had an experience as potent as that first one.



For being an extremely easy lay, she didn't have the reputation that went
with it. At least not at school. She ensured her good standing at school
by promising every boy she dated that, if he kept his mouth shut, she
would have sex with him whenever, wherever, however and, sometimes,
with whomever he wanted. That last point was very important because
she was fiercely heterosexual.

Most of those that banged her regularly at the motel didn't know her
outside the room. She didn't even attempt to apply the anonymity rule
with them. Half the time she didn't even get to see the guy who as inside
her. In the time it took her to lay a blow-job on a guy who'd already
screwed her three times, five or six guys could have blasted open her
asshole.

The important thing was that her ploy worked. However and whenever
were not as important as wherever. Her dates chose to have sex in some
of the strangest places. And while some were not public places, most
were not, excepting her weekend motel orgies, behind closed doors.

It was not the same as when she first started putting out. A lot had
changed. While balling her was no less enjoyable in a motel room, those
that had already had her in a motel yearned for new ways to heighten the
excitement.

Sex with neighborhood friends in the woods during the day was, at one
time, inconceivable. The more comfortable she became with sex on the
whole, the more daring she became conjuring up and initiating new
resolutions. She liked variety, even in her private thoughts. If she
fantasized about something too often while masturbating, it the became a
resolution which she spared no physical expense at making come true.

Day-time sex in the woods was one of them. It became a resolution, was
quickly realized and now was commonplace. Too common, in fact,
because many of those innocent experiences turned into round-table
gang bangs.

BJ knew that some girls perceived a gang-bang as a form of group
rapeùhaving sex with two or three guys, one after the other and
sometimes, but rarely, in pairs, and never lasting more than a half hour.
These girls would openly announce to all open ears the degradation they
suffered at the hands of a boyfriend and his friends. "He came in my
mouth and made me swallow it!" or "They took turns sodomizing me!" or
"They made me have sex with another girl!" These girls would swear on
their graves that it would never happen again.

If only BJ could laugh in their faces. She'd heard similar stories from each
of these girls on more than one occasion. If they were so ashamed of it,
they would never have admitted engaging in these types of sexual activity
in the first place. All things considered, they may have consciously felt
extreme enmity, but subconsciously, they were pervertedly pleased by it.
They went back repeatedly, not because they wanted to engage in that
sort of sex again, but to place themselves in a position where it would be
forced upon them again. If it was forced, they could satisfy their moral
reasoning that they were not willing partners while at the same time
satiating their perverse sexual psyche. Eliminating all the psychological
bullshit, they delighted in the depraved obscenity as much as BJ did.

BJ's idea of a gang-bangùa real gang-bangùwas not with two or three
aggressors, but with seven or eight. It was not with each one separately,
but at least in pairs and some times with three at a time. Each gang-bang
lasted at least three hours, with the very best lasting seven or eight hours.
BJ was not intent on getting them off as quickly as possible like the other
girls. They were in it for the sheer depravity of the act whereas BJ was in it
only for the sex. The longer her defilement lasted, the more gratifying it
was for everyone involved.

Giving hand-jobs and blow-jobs inside the neighborhood movie theater
were next. Like the stall in the men's room, it may have been behind
closed doors, but it was still a public place. While she and her date would
do almost anything in a car as long as no one could see them, and
absolutely anything at the strip bars and adult movie houses regardless of
who saw them, she never did anything more than bare her breasts and
give her date head or a hand-job at the neighborhood theater. There were
too many people that might know her parents and a confrontation with
her parents was the last thing she needed. As it would eventually turn
out, she would have sex with many of those neighbors she was afraid of.
But before any of that happened, there was one occasion where a friend
of her parents did catch her going down on her date at the theater.

"I came in after you," he explained, sitting down next to her after her date
left to relieve himself. "I was sitting at the end of this row and could not
help but see your head bobbing up and down."

This is the end! BJ's head swiveled around to see if anyone else had
seen her.

"Don't worry," he sighed. "I don't think there's anyone else here that
knows your mother or father. "I wouldn't be over here if there were."

Then why is he here? BJ's question was answered when she felt the
man's hand sliding across her thigh. She said nothing, for fear that if she
propositioned him to keep him quiet, he would bolt from the theater. On
the other hand, if she could get him to proposition her or molest her or
both, he couldn't reveal her indiscretions to her parents without
incriminating himself. She spread her legs until the back of each knee
rested on the front corners of the seat.

The man's hand was warmer than she thought it might be. He was an
older manùabout fiftyùshe expected his hands to be cold since he was so
near the age of death. Up the inside of her left thigh it went. She'd never
fantasized about being with an older man, but she'd start that very night
because his hand was sending messages of pleasure to her brain. He
kneaded her flesh without pinching or bruising it as his fingers slowly
crawled up her thigh.

The least she could do was let him know just how much he was pleasing
her, so she placed her left hand on his thigh, up close to his groin without
being too obvious, and squeezed it. She never knew him to be a
muscular man, but his thigh was extremely tight, or so she thought until
she realized it was his hard prick, down the leg of his pants that she was
squeezing.

When his fingertips made contact with her naked pubes, the hand
stopped, then turned over. "Just what I'd hoped," he whispered in her ear
just before he wedged the flattened palm of his hand down between her
naked crotch and the soft seat.

"My boyfriend's gonna be back any second," BJ moaned back.

"I know," he removed his hand. "I have something I want to discuss with
you. Tell your boyfriend you're not feeling well and you want him to take
you home. I'll follow you home, then we can go out to discuss my idea."

As he got up to leave, BJ realized she still had his hard prick in her hand.
"Sorry," she smiled.

"That's okay," he replied. "It felt good."

Feeling lucky enough that she went down on him, her boyfriend did not
mind taking her home early. It being his first date with her, he did not
know she'd had plans for him to stick his dick in places other than her
mouth.

"Don't bother walking me in," she said as he pulled up in front of her
house. "I got to go in the back door," she explained. "I don't want my
mother to know I'm sick. She might think I was out drinking."

She waited for him to leave, then went out by the curb and waited for the
older man. He was just around the corner and flashed his lights once. It
was probably a good idea that he not pull up in front of her house, so she
walked over to his car.

Chapter 6 - SPECTATOR SPORT

His name was Miles Harrington. He and his wife had lived in the
neighborhood for as long as she could remember. He had two sons and a
daughter, all of whom had already left home. During a holiday vacation
recently, their children had come to visit. She knew the boys, but only
casually as they'd seen her marching into the woods after a date and had
followed, banging her along with the other boys.

BJ expected the man to jump her bones as soon as she got in the car or
take her to a secluded spot to bang her, but she was mildly surprised. He
did neither.

The front seat was wide. Purely on impulse, BJ scooted across the seat to
sit next to him. She wouldn't say that their being together would
constitute a date, but they had molested each other and it only seemed
natural.

"What is it you want to talk to me about, Mister Harrington?" Though a
molester was not one to be treated with respect, he was her elder and the
'mister' label came out automatically.

"Mister sounds so formal." He took her hand, which she'd placed on his
lower thigh, up near his groin, over top his hard prick. "By the time you
know what I have in mind, you might be calling me a freak, so just call me
Miles for now."

Miles took her to an all-night diner. He chose a dimly lit corner booth, in
relative seclusion. The waitress was a grey-haired woman, also around
fifty. BJ thought she knew the woman, but wasn't sure.

"Water for now," Miles said. "We'll take coffee in about fifteen minutes."

The woman scribbled down the order and left. A minute later, she arrived
with two tall glasses of ice water, then left again.

"So what's your proposition?" BJ inquired.

"You make it sound so dirty," Miles replied.

"You molested me in the theater. You just had me molest you in the car.
How else should it sound?"

"You're right. Quite right. That may be the part that's missing."

"Huh?"

"I saw you sucking a boy's dick."

"Knowing that doesn't mean a whole hell of a lot unless you plan on
telling someone about it. Do you?"

"That's up to you," he replied. "You see, my wife and I have a problemùa
sexual problem. She feels I don't love her any more. I do, but I'm not
showing it because she isn't willing to express her love for me in bed like
she used to."

"In other words, you got a problem with the way she has sex."

"My problem is that she doesn't want me to have sex with her at all. At
least not the way we used to."

"How did she used to have sex with you?"

"She never believed in the pill or the implant, so while the kids were still
living at home, we used oral and anal sex as a method of birth control.
Now that the kids are gone and she can't get pregnant any more, she
won't have sex unless it's exclusively vaginal."

"Sounds boring," BJ admitted. "How often did she suck you off?"

"At least once a day."

"How often did you sodomize her?"

"Three or four times a week, except when she had a cold or the flu. Then
she'd have me sodomize her three or four times a day."

"She had you?" BJ was starting to see some truth.

The man had been brought up with traditional sexual values, straight sex
exclusively as a sign of love for his wife. His wife had the same values, but
with a religious twist. Straight sex was almost exclusively for procreation.
The oral and anal sex was her way of displaying obedience to her
husband and of attending to his sexual needs without spilling his seed on
the ground.

"She demanded it," he explained. "She said she felt guilty about not
being able to suck me off, so she wanted me to have something extra
special. You see, up until we decided to have our first child, all we ever
did was oral or anal. The only times I banged her pussy was when we
wanted to have a child and during most of her pregnancies. Ever since
then, she'd get horny for straight sex half a dozen times a year. "

"So when did the problem start?"

"About five years go. She had an appendectomy and at the same time,
they did a hysterectomy. Once she couldn't bear children any more, she
didn't want me anywhere except inside her pussy any more."

"When you were butt-banging her regularùdid you ever tie her up?"

"Sometimes, but she usually only had me do that when she was sick and
couldn't suck me off. She had me tie her up so I could sodomize her as
much as she wanted me to. Because it hurt her so severely, the only way
she'd allow me to sodomize her so many times would be if she was
helpless to stop it."

"What do you want from me?" BJ debated. "This has to be leading up to
something."

"I've talked it over with my wife and she's willing to let me bring another
woman into our relationship. It's pretty simple. I have sex with the girl
while she watches."

"And you think that by catching me going down on my date and an
implied threat that you'll tell my parents, that I'd be that other woman for
you?"

"I wasn't hoping it would go that way. I was hoping you'd offer your help."

For some strange reason, BJ believed the man. She also knew that the
man's problem had nothing to do with another woman. All those years he
let his wife suck his dick and only screwed her asshole when she
demanded it. He was the obedient one in their relationship. BJ wouldn't
have been surprised if he'd never had an affair.

BJ didn't know of any other way to accomplish it than be brutally honest.
"What your wife needs is for you to go home and sodomize her. If she
resists, force it on her. If she complains, slap her around a little. Yell at
her. Scream at her. Make her afraid and she'd give you whatever you
want.

"I think you missed the point. That's exactly what she doesn't want."

"Who's the wife in this relationship? You or her? Who tells who what to
do? Be a man! Tie her ass up and drill her brains out! She's tired of
telling you what to do. She wants you to tell her what to do."

The waitress arrived with the coffee. "She's right Miles. I am tired of telling
you what to do." Mrs. Harrington set the cups down on the table, then sat
down herself.

Oh my god! Amy Harrington was a good friend of BJ's mother, but BJ
had not seen her in over a year. She usually didn't wear her hair up, like it
was now. That plus the uniform is probably what muddled up BJ's
recognition of the woman.

"I liked the days when you dropped your pants, without me telling you to,
so I could suck you off." Amy Harrington was firm and resolute. She
spoke as if she were speaking to a friend rather than her husband.

"Amy!" Miles reached across the table to take his wife's hand. "I've never
heard you talk this way!"

His wife pulled her hand away. "I liked it when you screwed my asshole
because you thought I expected you to. I really liked it when you tied me
up and had your dick in my asshole for hours on end."

Miles Harrington was truly flabbergasted.

"Didn't you ever wonder why I got so many colds?" Amy argued. "I faked
a lot of them just so you would sodomize me."

"Then why, after your operation, did you not want me to do that any
more?" Miles inquired.

"BJ was right. I did want you to force yourself inside my asshole. I just
didn't want to have to tell you to force yourself inside my asshole."

"I'm sorry," her husband apologized.

"So am I," his wife replied. The next part came out only after a slight
pause. "I've taken a lover."

The man sat back, defeated.

"He's a young man. He doesn't love me and I don't love him, but we both
love the sex we have together. He tells me what to do and I do it. I've
done lots of things with him that I've never done with you."

"Like what?" BJ was curious even if the man wasn't. One way BJ could
help the man was to get him back into his wife's bed. To do that though,
she'd have to make him angry. Anger was just a substitute for
forcefulness, but it was a start.

The woman scooted around the table to sit next to BJ. "You're one person
whom I'll know will understand. He ties me up and screws me for hours.
While he's doing it, he calls me all sorts of names, making me feel like a
whore. Then, when he can't get it up any more, he blames me for it and
slaps me and spanks me and pinches my titties. Sometimes, he calls up
some friends. They have sex with me too until they can't get it up any
more. Watching someone else fucking me helps my lovers get it up and
keep it up for hours, spending the whole time in my asshole."

"Anything else?" BJ asked.

"They taught me how to have sex with another woman, though the girls
they have over often spend most of their time getting the boys up so they
can fuck me. The girls and I only have time for each other when the guys
are all exhausted and their hands are numb from spanking me."

"When do you have time for all this, you whorish bitch?" Miles' anger was
beginning to build.

"I sneak out after you've fallen asleep. You've never awakened in the
middle of the night, and I've always been the first one up, so I can spend
most of the night with my lovers."

"Anything else?" BJ asked again.

"The last time I was with them, they brought in a couple dogs-"

"Fuck you!" Miles flew into a rage. He stood up so quickly it almost
toppled the table. BJ melted into the back of her seat. She knew what
was coming. Before Amy knew what was happening, her husband had
slapped her hard across the face.

"Go the hell home and wait for me!"

Amy's head came up slowly with tears in her eyes. "What are you going
to do?" she pleaded.

"What? Besides beat the shit outta you? Don't you goddamn worry about
it!"

The man probably thought his wife was scared, but BJ knew her tears
were tears of happiness. Her man was finally going to force himself upon
her. She went scurrying off to collect her things.

"I guess you won't be wanting me now," BJ breathed slowly.

The man turned to her and his rage softened. "I may not want you, but I
need you."

BJ followed him out of the diner. From the old school of etiquette, he
unlocked the passenger door, but did not immediately open it. He
sandwiched her petite form between his towering body and the side of the
car.

"You're gonna suck my dick and you're gonna take my dick deep inside
your asshole and you're gonna do everything in front of that whoring wife
of mine."

He opened the door for her.

"Take you dick where?" BJ had to act ignorant. All the man had seen her
do was suck a boy off. If he knew more than he'd already admitted, then
she was in big trouble. She started to get into the car though without
waiting for an answer. She was almost all the way into the car before he
grabbed her hair and dragged her back out.

"Don't act so dumb." He shoved his hand under the back of her skirt. "If
you had any morals at all, you'd be wearing panties. You don't wear them
to let everyone know they can screw you and to make it easier when they
do." His fingers massaged her oiled anus. "What kind of girl lubes her
asshole if she doesn't want a dick shoved up it? My two boys tell me
you're one wild girl. They tell me you like getting your asshole screwed
more than any other way. You wanna get screwed, and you want it in your
asshole, so don't deny it."

So that's how he knew. She didn't swear the neighborhood boys to
secrecy because she didn't care what other boys in the neighborhood
knew. She went to school across town, and none of the boys at school
lived in her neighborhood. She never thought that the neighborhood boys
would tell their parents she was a tramp. That was something she'd have
to deal with later.

"But your wife wants you to screw her," BJ argued.

"And I will. Harder than I ever screwed her before."

The man waited for his wife to come out, pushed her over the hood of the
car, yanked up the back of her skirt and laid a dozen hard whacks on her
thong-clad ass. "How long you been dressing like this?" he asked after
the third strike.

"A few months," Amy whimpered. "I got lots of regular customers and
they love touching my pussy and ass." Her customers were people who
regularly came into the diner, but she made it sound like they were sexual
clientele just to anger her husband.

"Take money from other people but won't fuck your husband for free?" He
pulled her off the hood and dragged her around to the back, opened the
trunk and literally slapped all parts of her body until she climbed inside.

BJ wanted to open his pants and suck him as he drove home, but she
knew that would only relieve the anger and frustration he was feeling
about his wife. The woman was the one who deserved to take the brunt of
it, so BJ just stroked his groin and let him squeeze the hell out of her
right breast. letting him know that with his wife, he ought to be a lot
rougher.

After tying his eager wife face up, spread-eagled to the bed, Miles had BJ
straddled the woman's body. With her face right above Amy's, BJ gave
Miles a slow, intensive suck. Whereas most of the boys she went down
on wanted her to make them come as quickly as possible, this man did
not.

Miles wanted to psychologically torture his wife, to show her how much
pleasure he could get from the young body of a teen-aged girl. He didn't
stop with twisting her mind. When the sex-crazed child of his neighbor
told him she wanted her titties pinched, he pinched his wife's nipples
instead.

Though she'd admitted to excesses in sex with young boys, Amy was not
only humiliated but felt a measure of jealousy. Though she had done it
behind his back, her husband of nearly thirty years was openly
committing adultery. And he was doing it with a girl who was years
younger than their youngest child. What hurt most though was not only
the expression of extreme ecstasy on her husband's face, but that of BJ's.
The girl kept her eyes wide open, like a video slut, looking up at Miles as
she orally tugged on his dick. Whenever Amy had sucked on her
husband's dick, she'd kept her eyes closed as signs of obedience and
submission.

There were several times when BJ felt the man was close to an orgasm.
All she had to do was double the intensity of her sucking and he would
spray the walls of her mouth with a heavy load. But right before she could
do it, he pulled back, giving her his fingers to suck on, and allowing his
erection to subside a bit before giving it back to her.

Amy Harrington watched as her husband shot a heavy load of sperm into
BJ's mouth. The young girl made it as pornographic as possible, making
sure Miles could see the sperm in her mouth, keeping her mouth open so
Miles could see her swallowing it, then licking the oozing cum from the
end of his prick before sucking him up to another quick erection.

The last act of revenge, at least that in which BJ was involved, came
when the man banged BJ's asshole only inches from his wife's face. She
got to see what his dick would soon be doing to her own asshole. The
puckered anus and the ring of skin around it dragged into her asshole as
his dick pried it open and the pink rectal walls pulled inside out as he
yanked back. She watched as BJ's anus turned from flesh-tone to pink
and then to red.

"You're hurting her," Amy Harrington squealed.

"She likes it!" Miles Harrington spit at her.

"Fuck me!" BJ cried.

Miles fucked the life out of the young slut brunette. When he felt his balls
boiling, Miles pushed BJ forward, then sprayed his second load of seed
all over his wife's face.

"No! You've wasted it!" Amy shook her face back and forth. "It's a sin to
waste it!"

"Then eat it!" Miles shoved the head of his prick into his wife's open
mouth.

Once it was in her mouth, and there was no scent of feces, Amy knew it
was safe to suck it. Even if it wasn't safe, she still would have sucked it,
humiliating herself for the pleasure of her husband. As she drew Mile's
softening prick into her mouth, she hoped BJ was into women as well so
she could thank the girl for such a memorable experience.

If she wasn't going to be getting any more sex, BJ wasn't going to stick
around, but she stayed long enough to watch Miles rape his wife's
asshole, to which the woman submitted while free of any bonds.

"Wait a minute," Miles offered when he saw BJ wrapping her skirt around
her waist. "I have something I want you to see."

He reached up into the back of his closet and brought out a large duffel
bag. From the bag, he pulled an item which was wrapped, but a long
electric cord dangled from the unseen end. After plugging it in next to the
night stand, he pulled off the wrapping.

It was a thick, six-inch, black dildo. There was an attached harness,
which meant it was intended for use by female lovers. BJ thought the
man was going to fasten it to her waist and have her screw the woman
with it. Miles had a different idea. After shoving it into his wife's still-raised
asshole, he turned the harness inside out and strapped it around Amy's
waist so it would stay inside of her. There was a dial underneath the base
of the dildo with four settingsùhigh, medium, low and off. He gave BJ the
setting choice.

BJ turned it all the way up. The thing vibrated wildly in Amy's quivering
asshole and almost threw the woman into convulsions.

No!" She screamed. "Take it out! Take it out!" Her stomach dropped
closer to the bed, throwing her ass up higher, just so the dildo would be
in-line with her convulsing rectum.

Miles laughed while flipping his wife's body over. Her backside hit the bed
first, forcing the dildo to remain all the way up into her rectum. While
Miles tied his wife's wrists together and pulled her arms tight above her
head, BJ tied the woman's ankles to the head posts of the bed. This left
her legs spread wide, making her shaved crotch and the rest of her body
open to the man's fiendish desire.

"What now?" BJ questioned him.

Miles pulled another dildo out of the bag, this one three times as long and
twice as thick. He handed it to BJ. "You're gonna fuck her pussy with
this!" He stuffed his hand back into the bag. "After I whip it with this!" In
his hand was a nine-tailed leather whip.

BJ was surprised how long the woman could take the lashing her
husband was laying on her unprotected crotch with barely a whimper.
She did however let out a little squeal when BJ twisted the huge head of
the two-fisted dildo into her beaten-red cunt.

"Where you going?" BJ asked as Miles started to leave the room.

"I know some friends that we haven't seen in a long while that might want
her to service them. If you know anyone who'd like to fuck her, you can
call them too."

If the man hadn't been able to find more than three men, BJ would have
called a few friends, but he somehow managed to arrange a party of nine,
including two couples. By the time the guests started arriving, BJ knew
she should have left, but there was a lingering desire within her to watch
a friend of her mother's being raped in her own home.

Miles had dumped the contents of the duffel bag onto the bed and used
almost every implement to bind his wife immobile. The rectal dildo had
long since been removed, the harness hung over one foot post while
another was slung over the other post. The vibrator was placed on the
dresser along with two hand dildos, one shorter and fatter and the other
longer and slimmer.

Amy was again on her knees, spread wide with cuffs and bars at her
knees and ankles. The ankle bar was attached to the head board and the
knee bar attached to the foot board, ensuring the woman would not be
able to move her legs. Her wrists were also cuffed and each arm
stretched tight to the head posts. What kept them stretched, not allowing
her to lean forward, was a leather swing, underneath her hips, the ringed
ends fastened to two long chains that were attached to a heavy-duty hook
in the exposed ceiling rafter that ran the length of the bedroom's
cathedral ceiling. The hook was on the opposite end of the room so that
Amy's lower end was not only pulled back, but held aloft as well. A
blindfold was securely in place and a ball gag was hanging from her neck,
conveniently available to be stuffed in her mouth at a moment's notice.
That left the whip, two small leather slappers and a large paddle, which
Miles left lying on the bed next to his wife. He stepped into the adjoining
bathroom a moment, then threw a couple fingertip towels on the bed. He
did not have to explain what they were for.

The first man that came into the room displayed a huge hairless erection
when he threw off his clothes, most likely caused by the sight of Miles'
bondage slave. He wasted no time in assaulting the woman, grabbing the
huge dildo to pump it into her pussy while lowering his head to eat out
her asshole. The position in which he'd placed himself was a submissive
one, his own hairless ass in the air, across which Miles laid several loud
cracks with the whip, the result of which was a harder two-fisted
slamming of the dildo into Amy's cunt and a heightened ritualized tongue
beating of her asshole.

There was no doubt that Amy hated and loved it at the same time. Her
screams were very light, brought on by the monster cock slamming into
her pussy. When she sucked in her breath however, her vocal chords
emitted a delightful whine, the vocal consequence of the healing powers
of the man's tongue. When Miles stopped whipping, the man stopped
licking and stepped off the bed, leaving the double-ended cock
imbedding in Amy's soaked pussy.

The second man in took his time, walking around the bed, first ordering
her to be quiet, then simply touching and stroking Amy's body until she
reached a point where she gladly received it instead of flinching from it.
He proceeded to give her more orders, not to speak unless spoken to, not
to make a sound unless she was cumming and only then if she received
permission. He pulled the dildo out of her cunt, but her groan of relief was
rewarded with a hard paddle blast to her ass.

"Don't make a fucking noise!" he shouted.

He immediately dropped the paddle and again circled the bed until she
settled to accepting his fondling and stroking. He checked her bindings
as he went, making sure they were not cutting off her circulation.

"You know I can fuck you in any hole I want?" he asked.

"Yes," she squeaked, expecting him to sexually assault her without delay.
When he did not, she relaxed.

"Your mouth, your pussy, or your ass, and you can't resist my fucking?"

"Yes."

"You know I can whip you if I want?"

"Yes."

"Would you like me to untie you?"

"Yes!" She realized too late it was the wrong answer. A leather slapper bit
at her vaginal flesh. "No! I wanna stay tied up! I want you to do anything
you want with me!"

"You're a slut!" he hissed at her.

"I know! I can't help it! Do anything you want!"

He did, caressing her breasts and stroking her wet cunt, every so often
giving her ass a playful slap with his wet hand. It burned more than a
regular slap, but it was far less painful than being paddled or whipped.
Amy occasionally groaned from the pleasing attack, rewarded every time
with a paddle or slapper strike, but even these she did not mind. The
man knew what he was doing, building up the desire within her by
teasing her limitations instead of pushing them.

The man finally got something he could have had when he started, but it
would not have been as pleasurable then, as it was now, because Amy's
mouth was a heavenly gift wrap. He allowed her to use her tongue and
lips to excite every sensitive nerve ending in his bloated prick, feeding it to
her instead of fucking her with it.

"Lick my fingers," he spoke softly, pulling his cock out and feeding her
two straight digits. "Get them wet so that I can slide then up your ass!"
He pulled on her soft nipples, tightening his grip as he stretched them.

His fingers adequately soaked with spit, he put his cock back into her
mouth, then stretched over her back to work both fingers into her
puckered hole, maintaining his balance by keep a tight grip on her right
nipple. Curling his fingers in from above permitted minimal penetration,
so he released her nipple and yanked his cock out of her mouth, to circle
behind her and thrust the fingers straight in. Her rectal muscles
involuntarily sucked on his fingers as he fucked her with them, generating
a slight squeal of delight.

The slapper came back into play, discipline for her momentarily lapse of
silence. Her buttocks were split wide enough for him to slap the insides of
her cheeks, this spawning a few surprised squawks, which were
answered by boxing her pussy, given in irregular strokes so she was
unable to guess when the next stroke would fall.

Other men were backing up at the door, so he gladly relinquished control
to the next man in line, knowing he'd be back when he was needed to
soothe and calm Amy down.

This next man pushed four fingers into her pussy to wet them, then
poked two in her ass while pushing four from his other hand into her
dildo-widened slot. Amy did not know there had been a changing of the
guard until the new man spoke.

"Don't make a sound," he ordered. "I'm gonna make you cum, but I don't
want to hear a peep until you do." He twisted the fingers in her pussy,
pushing in farther with every rotation. When he finally inserted the fifth,
his thumb, he used that to agitate her engorged clitoris, pushing aside
the hood to make naked contact.

He gauged how near she was to orgasm by the speed of her breathing,
backing off when her respiration quickened, starting back in when it
leveled off, building within her the desire for orgasm in the same manner
that the other man had built up the desire for rough play. When he finally
allowed her to climax, he had five fingers up to the top knuckles in her
pussy and three from the other two knuckles up her ass, agitating her
sore anal ring. The pain in her ass just heightened the pleasure in her
pussy and the force of her uncontrolled orgasm pushed his hand out, her
cum juice gushing, spilling down her stomach, over her hanging breasts
and dripping like a leaky faucet from her nipples.

The natives out in the hall were getting restless. so Miles invited them in,
to stand around and watch the show. If it weren't such a special event,
there was no doubt what BJ would have been doing with all those men. A
little while ago, she was prepared to leave because the prospect for sex,
for her, was minimal. She could have gone around the room and given
each guy a little suck to keep them up for Amy, but the four remaining
men didn't have a problem staying up. Two of them were there with their
wives and each of those women were already on their knees, giving her
husband a suck while stroking the next nearest cock.

The guy that had just given her an orgasm had circled to the front of the
bed, climbed up between her outstretched arms and was feeding Amy
his cock. She was no less enthusiastic about sucking it down than she'd
been with the man that had primed her body for rough play. She just
hoped he would stay there long enough for her to suck him off. She
quickly settled into an even pace, swallowing when the gag reflex kicked
in, taking his cock all the way down in smooth strokes. She was
encouraged when he grabbed the back of her head and thrust his hips
forward, forcefully piercing her throat. It was the first of three men that
actually wanted to fuck her. Though her body was available for anything
they wanted, she hoped they all would get around to fucking her.

The next man up had little bag with him and from it he pulled a pair of
adjustable nipple clamps. He tugged and twisted Amy's tits to sensitize
them, then placed the clamps on her erect, agitated nipples, twisting the
adjusting screws until she whimpered with pain. To the clamps he
attached chains and then pulled on them, in several different directions,
generating even more painful squeals. It was a clear reminder that, since
she'd relinquished total control, every part of her body was owned by
anyone in the room who chose to play with it. He mounted the bed
behind her, between the sling which held her ass aloft, and watched as
the man before he fucked her mouth. She had no idea that she was
about to be assaulted again. He massaged the outside of her cunt with
the head of his cock.

"Beg me to fuck your pussy!"

She could not do that as long as her mouth was being fucked, nor did
she want to. The guy in her mouth deserved what he was getting and she
wasn't about to resist his fucking just so she could tell some idiot she
wanted her pussy fucked. The reason she was tied was so they could all
fucked her, whether she wanted it or not.

The slapper strike to her pussy was hard - it did hurt - but not as hard as
what she'd received from Miles, so it was easy to ignore. The subsequent
strokes were increasingly vicious, but were akin to being spanked by one
man while being choked by another. Her concentration on the cock in her
mouth could not be drawn away. Besides, even if the slapping of her
pussy was the sole attention being paid her, there was absolutely nothing
she could do to stop it.

The man quickly tired of trying to pain her and got down to pleasuring
himself. He placed the tip of his cock into her hot, wet hole. Quickly
finding it too saturated to be any fun, he picked up one of the fingertip
towels, pressed an end into her cunt and twisted the towel while
continuing to push it inside. When there was nothing left but the opposite
end, he persisted in turning it inside her, making sure all of the moisture
was being soaked up. It served the intended purpose, but was sheer
torture to Amy. She was glad when the guy in her mouth erupted, filling
her gobbling oral portal with the delicious white stuff, just so she could
scream from the senseless torture to which the walls of her cunt were
being subjected. The sadistic bastard thought that yanking on the chains
would quiet her down, but he could have ripped her nipples off and she
wouldn't have felt it.

Miles quickly stepped forward to stuff the ball gag in her mouth. A good
thing because Amy thought the pain was really bad until the guy started
pulling the towel out of her pussy. It felt like the razor-sharp threads of a
fist-sized screw were slicing her cunt to ribbons. She screwed her eyes
shut because she could not grit her teeth. The pain subsided some, but
not much, when the towel had been completely pulled out. She expected
to feel the wet warmth of blood in he pussy, to relieve the burning pain,
because there was no way she could not bleeding. And if the towel came
out drenched in blood, she knew Miles would have immediately stopped
the festivities. But he did not. And there was no warmth wetness in her
cunt. It was not only dry, but parched, like her insides had been exposed
to the hot sun for hours without protection.

A white hot metal poker was being used on her pussy now, searing the
flesh, cauterizing it, wasting it away to a black ash. That was what it felt
like. The guy was actually starting to poke her pussy with his cock again,
but with no lubrication, he might as well have been fucking a rock. No
amount of pounding with his hands on her ass and the backs of her
thighs seemed to help and he finally desisted, switching over to her
blood-red asshole which, though the flesh was not wet, it was damp
enough not to completely block his entry.

Sliding in just two inches, he pulled back and fed her ass those same two
inches before pulling back again. The guy shot Miles a hard look, but it
was BJ who understood the glare and stepped forward to remove Amy's
gag. The woman had learned the important lesson of refusing to do what
was expected of her. Like a whore in heat, she gave the man what he
wanted.

"Fuck me!" she squealed. "I love it in the ass! Fuck my ass with your
cock! My ass loves being filled with big cocks!"

BJ had thought the guy's cock was rather small, but it had not become
fully erect until he started pounding Amy's ass with his hands. It was
about six inches long, but pretty thick, about the size of the electric rectal
dildo that Miles had locked inside her.

The man continued to tease her, giving her only three inches.

"Fuck me!" Amy cried again. Shove it all the way in and fuck me hard!"

The man gave her another inch.

"Fuck my ass!" Amy pleaded. Fuck me deep!" And then she added the
magic words. "Make me pay for being such a lousy fuck! Spank me!
Punish me! Fuck me really hard!"

It was exactly what the guy had been waiting for. The guy had seemed
ready to force himself upon her. Everything he had done was a little
sadistic, from twisting those screws into her nipples, jerking on the
chains, torturing the inside of her pussy with the towel. There was no
doubt he had no qualms about hurting women, but why did that desire
stop when it came to fucking her? Like Miles, the guy wanted her to order
him to be rough with her during sex. The whole idea behind her being
bound helpless was so anyone could do anything he or she wanted,
careless of her feelings. In a strange sort of way, it did make some sense.
He was a caring sadistic. He wanted to know that she enjoyed her role as
the masochist. He wanted to feel good about giving her exactly what she
wanted.

The guy gave her full, swift strokes, but did not fuck her hard. To be more
exact, his fucking was hard but not fast. From the left, the right, top and
bottom, he dug his fingers into her waist flesh and threw his entire weight
into each thrust, forcing her rectum in a different direction.

"That's it!" Amy shrieked. "I love it when it hurts! Your cock is hurting me
so good! Whip me! I want it hurting on the outside too!"

He would have loved to have his hands free so he could whack away at
her thighs and ass, but her immobility was a detriment. Normally all he
would have to do was tug back on the chains to get the woman's body to
go in the desired direction, but with her deprived of capacity, he could not
force her to fuck him. All it took was a minor modification in his fucking
form, and one of the slappers.

He needed to be able to pull back on her body in a way that would propel
himself directly forward. Gripping one hip or one side of the sling forced
his body left or right. Gripping her long hair did the trick. This gave him
relatively straight pokes while leaving one hand free to deliver biting blows
to her backside and thighs with the leather slapper. He even reached
under to strike her stomach a few times. If she'd been bound with her
legs up, he would have used it on her pussy, and he knew he could still
probably do that. To accomplish it though, he would have to reach back
between his own legs. The danger of hitting his balls that way forced him
to restrict his attack to non-sexual areas of her body. He'd have plenty of
time to whip her pussy. Miles had said they could use her as many times
as they desired. He'd be up to bat again soon enough. To keep from
wearing out too quickly, he would use his turns to alternate between
fucking her and tormenting her.

He had terrific control, giving no indication that he was near a climax until
all of the flesh subjected to the force of the slapper was a deep pink. He
dropped the paddle, ripped his cock out of her ass, dropped to the bed
and rolled off to disentangle himself from the sling, then jumped into
place in front of her face. He could have pumped on his prick to unload in
her mouth, but why use his hand when her mouth was open and
available? He wrapped his left hand around the back of her head and
pulled his hips forward, forcing his slightly dirty prick into her mouth and
down her throat. He kept his groin glued to her face, forcing her to savor
her anal flavor, reaching down under to grab the chains, tugging on them,
instead of her head, to repeatedly pull himself forward until her mouth and
throat had completely cleansed his cock. Then he pulled out and
released control of his own climax. Her mouth was wide open and he
tongue was out, but he directed his first shot just above her upper lip.
Since she was breathing through her nose, a gob of it was sucked up into
her left nostril, then forced out with a snort, dropping down onto her
tongue. His next squirt was on her lower lip, right after she dragged her
tongue into her mouth to ingest the first squirt. The heavy seed popped
into her mouth, but the lighter seminal fluid splashed up to douse her
forehead, the blindfold and her cheek bones. The third quirt he directed
at the point of her extended tongue. Again, the heavier stuff rolled down
her tongue and the lighter stuff splashed on her cheeks and chin. The
rest he left fall down onto her tongue, dumping the largest load yet into
her goo-gobbling mouth, giving her a moment to swallow, then forced the
head past her lips to suck out what he pumped up with his hand.

He purposely pulled out so she could not extend his orgasm with a post-
climactic suck, adding to the devious plan for his next turn. Not allowing
her to pleasure him with a suck, would give him an excuse for punishing
her for not pleasing him with a suck.

Next up was the first of two couples. The woman did not like her assigned
job, but performed it submissively, licking Amy's asshole clean, but
keeping the dirty stuff in her mouth to share with Amy with a kiss. Amy
took all of it and swallowed it, then flicked her tongue under her upper lip
to give the woman a taste of the cum that had been deposited there a few
moments ago. The woman's husband wasted no time in positioning
himself behind Amy and drilling his cock into her ass, giving her full,
even, moderately paced strokes.

"God! I love the way you're fucking my ass!" Amy said when the woman
finally broke the kiss. "It hurts so good!" She did not, however, beg for a
whipping as she'd done before. If he wanted to whip her, he could and
she would tell him she loved that too, not because it was something he
wanted to hear, but because it was true. She would happily take a
whipping from any man that could masterfully fuck her ass.

Amy had almost forgotten about the woman's presence before her,
receiving so much pleasure from the man's skillful fucking, until a stinky
wet cunt was pressed against her lips. The least the woman could have
done was douche herself after pissing, but like the men that had
preceded her, she had the right to humiliate Amy any way she chose. If
that meant pissing and having Amy lick her clean, so be it.

As Amy burrowed her tongue into the woman's filthy cunt, she did not
taste urine, but rather experienced the stench of a woman who'd had a
cock swapped between her pussy and ass. The bacteria of the woman's
ass was in her cunt and it was Amy's job to scour it clean. The woman
helped, but in a manner Amy would rather she hadn't.

The woman urinated in her mouth. Amy was quick to recover from the
surprise and managed to swallow most of it, just a little of it running down
to her chin. If any of it dripped down to the sheets, Amy knew she'd be in
big trouble, so she cocked her head back, so the urine ran down and
mixed with the sweat between her breasts. Had her boyfriends not forced
her to drink their piss, Amy would have refused to swallow any of the
woman's pee. That would have earned her a severe beating, for dirtying
the sheets would have been Amy's fault for not swallowing, instead of the
woman's for urinating in her mouth.

The man spent about ten minutes in Amy's ass before pulling out and
spraying her puffy cheeks with his seed. Instead of wiping it up with his
hands and forcing Amy to eat it, he ordered his wife around back so she
could lick it up and feed it to Amy with another kiss.

The last couple up started to fuck Amy without really hurting her, the
woman crawling up to plunge her tongue into Amy's dry pussy, giving her
husband the option of fucking either hole. He pulled on the sling to
plunge as far into Amy's pussy as he could, but after a couple dozen
strokes, he could not achieve full depth, so he pulled out, slapped his
wife's face twice for not getting Amy's pussy wet enough and ordered her
to clean Amy's ass.

He sat back on his legs and waited for his wife to cleanse Amy's asshole.
It was dirtier than before, most of the crap had settled like sediment
around her puckered ring. His wife picked up the cunt-wet towel to do the
job, but her husband wrenched it free of her grasp.

"Do it like that other bitch!"

"No! I won't!" she utterly refused. "I'm not a slut like that other bitch!"

Her husband back-handed her off the bed. "Tie my slut up an whip her
until she begs to lick everyone's asshole clean!" he yelled at no one in
particular.

BJ knew the woman would put up a struggle, so she stepped forward and
punched the woman in the general area of her left kidney. The woman
dropped to the floor in nauseating pain, and remained relatively
submissive as the men bound her body with several other devices Miles
pulled from the lower drawer of the dresser.

There were a collar for her neck and cuffs for her ankles and wrists, easily
strapped on, and extra set of cuffs which Miles attached directly above
her elbows, clasping the two together behind her back. A bondage belt
was also strapped around her waist.

Miles again proved he was completely ready for anything that might have
transpired that evening by opening the louvered doors of the walk-in
closet. In the very back of the closet, which was 10 feet deep, was a wide
white ladder that led up to the attic. The floor beneath the ladder, was
tiled from wall to wall, slightly tilted toward the center where there was a
small drain. To the outside base of the ladder were screwed-in looped
rings to which he attached the woman's ankle cuffs. A leather strap hung
on the fourth rung from the floor, and that was used to tightly fasten to the
back of the bondage belt to the ladder. One rung up were two more
straps to which the elbow restraints were fastened, and a final strap, up
two more rungs, to secure the woman's collar to the ladder.

Miles grabbed the clothes hanging on both sides of the closet and pulled
them toward the front, completely exposing the back wall, from which
hung all sorts of leather gear. There were a dozen types of crops,
slappers and paddles, plastic, rubber and leather ball and dildo gags,
blindfolds, more cuffs and restraints, nipple tweezers, clamps and rings,
and two shelves full of various sizes and shapes of dildos and vibrators,
ticklers, and creams. It was the most extensive collection of gear BJ had
ever seem. Miles placed a blindfold over her eyes, bound her breasts
tightly with lightweight chain and shoved a huge dildo gag in the woman's
mouth.

"Use whatever you want," he directed the men choose their favorite
torture device. "Your cocks are for Amy, so no one fucks this bitch unless
it's with your fist. Let me know when she's ready to eat everyone's ass."

The woman who licked Amy's ass clean was there as well, and went first,
applying a copious amount of heat cream to the woman's nipples, the
outer flesh of her cunt and to the puckered ring of her ass. She then
chose a multi-tailed whip and soundly thrashed the woman's bound
breasts.

There were two things that initially puzzled BJ. First and foremost was
how the bound woman, with a gag in her mouth, was supposed to let
everyone know when she was ready to lick their assholes clean? She
figured they'd all take a round, whipping, paddling or fisting the woman,
remove the gag to see if she was ready and, if not, put the gag back in
and give her a second round. BJ also couldn't figure out what the drain
was for until she realized that Amy or some other woman might be bound
there for hours or even days. At the very least, sometime during that
period, she would need to urinate. BJ watched until the free woman
finished her round of torture by climbing up the rungs of the ladder and
pissing on the bound woman's face. The blindfold and gag protected her
from everything except the humiliation she suffered from receiving, most
likely, her first golden shower.

Back in the bedroom, Amy was left with just Miles, BJ and her last fucker.

"What was it that you liked the most?" Miles asked BJ.

"About what?" BJ inquired.

"What we did to Amy," he replied. "What did you like the most?"

"Are you asking what I liked watching the most or what I think I might like
having done to me the most?"

"Is there a difference?" Miles asked.

"Definitely! I was really turned on by you whipping Amy's pussy to orgasm
but the only way I'd want my pussy whipped is with a hundred dicks!"

"Anything else?" he prompted her.

"I love having my ass spanked to help get a guy's dick up a second or
third or fourth time to fuck me."

"Is there anything you think you'd need to be bound and forced to do?"

"I've done a lot," she warned. "I've sucked shit-dirty dicks, I've had guys
forcing their dicks in my throat, I'll eat any guy's cum and I like having my
tits twisted, when I'm sucking a guy off."

"Then I guess your favorite form of sex is sucking?"

"It used to be, but sometimes there's not enough time to give a guy a
blow-job. The quickest way to get a guy to cum is in my ass, so I've come
to enjoy that a lot. Getting fucked in my ass gets me really horny!"

"Amy needs to be tied up to take it more than once in her ass. What
would you want to do after being butt-fucked?"

"Get butt-fucked again," BJ smiled. "Suck a guy off after he's been in my
ass. Keep him in my mouth long enough to get him hard again so he can
fuck my mouth."

"What about your pussy? Don't you like having orgasms?"

"I love them! I get them all the time! But I don't need a cock in my pussy
to get one. I cum really hard when guys fuck me in the ass and
sometimes all I have to do is touch myself when I'm sucking a guy's cock
to have one."

"I sure wish Amy was like that," Miles lost his grin. "She only has them
when I fuck her pussy."

"Not true!" BJ countered. "She had a big one when you whipped her
pussy! What you need to do is whip her pussy and fuck her ass more
often. Don't let her get by with having just your cock in her ass every day.
You've got lots of friends here that would probably love to come by every
day to slice a piece of her ass for themselves! They can even spread the
word a little and bring a few friends whenever they come over. And if she
ever wants it in her pussy, she has to know that her pussy will be
whipped before and after it's fucked, every time it's fucked. Arrange pussy
fuck parties for her where her pussy is whipped and fucked with big
dildos. Arrange orgies with one woman for every two or three men where
the women are the only ones who get fucked and Amy has to swallow
everyone's cum, even if she has to suck it out of another woman's pussy
or ass."

"All that sounds a little intense," Miles worried.

"If you want her as your slave, you gotta treat her like one."

"So there's nothing someone would have to force upon you?"

"One day I'll be ready to have sex with another girl, and when I'm ready,
I'll do it. If someone wanted to see if before then, it would have to be
forced, but then I'd like it and wouldn't need to be tied up for it. I'd have to
be tied up to be whipped, but I'd never let someone tie me up if I knew
they were going to whip me. Same goes for having sex with a dog. I
wouldn't let them tie me up if I knew it was coming, but I probably
wouldn't be mad at them afterward, like I would be if someone whipped
me."

Since Amy's ass was still dirty, the guy behind her took some of BJ's
advice and began whipping Amy's pussy. He was sure she'd had an
orgasm, not from Amy's climactic shrieks, which could have been faked,
but from the fluid which seeped from her dry lips. Now that she was
fuckable, he proceeded to do that, not with his dick, but with his hand.
He'd seen that other guy have his hand inside her cunt, up to the top
knuckles. She was so excited for rough play and wet for sex, that it took
the man barely two minutes to work his entire hand into her cunt. As soon
as he balled it into a fist inside her, it acted like a plug and he could not
pull it out. So he gave her the first fisting ride of her life with short,
punching strokes until she had a second and third orgasms. He had to
open his hand to get it out, but it came out soaked, which he then had
Amy lick clean.

BJ overheard the free woman's husband ordering her out of the closet to
lick Amy's asshole clean. She left the closet without a word, climbed up
on the bed and did as she did before, working Amy's asshole and crack
until not a speck of shit was left. She did not keep the shit in her mouth
like before, rather swallowing it as she worked, then went down on Amy's
pussy to wash the shit taste down. That left Amy's pussy moist, but not
soaked. It would have been good for fucking had she not just been fisted.
Her job finished, the woman slid off the bed so the guy could fuck Amy's
now-clean butt-hole.

But the guy's cock had been reduced to a limp mass of flesh. He grabbed
hold of the woman before she could scamper away and pulled her back to
the bed,

"Suck me up so I can fuck Amy's ass!"

The woman looked over at the closet to seek approval, but her husband
had his back to her, taking his turn at disciplining the bound woman.

"Suck his dick!" Miles gave her butt a single crack with one of the
paddles.

Apparently his authority was enough because the woman immediately
descended upon the limp man, orally tugging on his limp with the power
of a vacuum cleaner. She raised her butt up higher, towards Miles, for no
other reason than to have him paddle her ass some more. Miles handed
one of the slappers to BJ, but kept the paddle himself, so the two of them
could give both eager cheeks alternating whacks. The woman, sucking
like her life depended upon it, took the punishment in silent submission.

While his dick was being raised, the man started on Amy's ass with his
thumbs, massaging her damp ring, rubbing and finally inserting two
fingers into the hole. He gave her hole a two-finger, twisting fuck until his
cock was ready, then planted it in the damp soil so it could grow some
more.

It was the quickest paced fuck of her butt so far that night, and it was also
the longest. He rode her ass hard and tugged on the chains of the
clamps still attached to Amy's tits. The woman who'd sucked him up was
kneeling on the floor beside the bed, obediently waiting someone's order.

"Get under Amy and slap her pussy with this," BJ handed the girl the
slapper that had just been used on her ass.

The woman crawled underneath from the top, in the opposite direction
than Amy was facing, and started on the top half of Amy's pussy,
because the bottom half was being impacted by the man's balls. It was
the best place to slap a pussy, because that was where the clitoris was
centered, and the area in which Amy's orgasm would build. One thing the
woman underneath had not counted in was Amy's pussy spitting in her
face as the first of several orgasm gripped Amy's loins. The woman knew
that sucking on Amy's post-climactic clitoris would be far more painful
than having her pussy slapped, so that is what she did.

As she climaxed, having her first anal orgasm, Amy's anal ring
involuntarily tightened around the guy's prick, griping it like a
masturbating fist might. The man kept his cock there, enjoying the feel of
Amy's constricted ass, remaining tight long after her orgasmic shaking
had subsided. He pulled on the nipple chains and proceeded to fuck her
some more, riding her like a star rodeo performer, slapping her ass and
driving deep into her shit-hole. He pulled out, just long enough to turn
around to face the foot of the bed and push his dick down into her ass.
This made his cock feel like a steel pole and Amy cried out in pain. The
man ignored her, leaving it up to the bitch's husband to discipline her.

Mile had to give Amy's breasts just one stroke of the whip to shut her up.

The woman had stayed underneath Amy, figuring that was as good as a
position as kneeling on the floor. She inched towards the foot of the bed
when the guy fucking Amy grabbed hold of her hair.

"Slap your pussy with leather!" came the man's next mandate.

Just as submissively as she'd taken the paddling from Miles and BJ, the
woman spread her legs and gave her own pussy hard cracks with the
slapper she'd used on Amy. The only reason for this, BJ guessed, was so
the man could enjoy the humiliation and flinches of pain expressed on the
woman's face.

"Are you a slut too?" the man spat down at her.

"I am a slut!" she responded. "I am a slave to my husband and any man
he gives permission to use me! I do everything he says and he can use
my body any way he wants!"

"Did he tell you to service me? he asked. "Did he tell you to service
Amy?"

"No," she replied.

"Then you should be whipped!" the man slapped her face.

"I will be whipped! He told me on the way over to do whatever anyone
wants me to do, but when we get home, I will beg him to whip me for
servicing you and Amy without his permission. And he will do it because
he knows I wouldn't ask for it if I didn't deserve it!"

"You won't wait until you get home!" he slapped her a third time. "After
everyone is finished whipping my bitch, you will beg your husband to let
us all whip you!"

"I will beg him to let me be whipped!"

"Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked.

"You can do whatever you want with me," she humbled herself.

"Then eat my cum!" The man pulled out and shot straight down onto the
girl's face. His aim was wild and the first sperm squirt plastered her
forehead. "You bitch!" he slapped her face again. "I told you to eat it!" His
second squirt was purposely wide, again blaming her just so he could
slap her face again. "If you don't eat it, I'm gonna whip you right now!"

The woman brought her head up to get the rest of his spunk in and
around her mouth. "When you are finished with me, I will beg my Master
to let everyone whip me for not being a good enough slut for you!"

Before the man could do anything further, the rest of the men poured out
of the closet, hauling in tow the whipped body of their new slave. She was
bound the same as before, but there was a chain leash attached to her
collar. Her body had red marks all over, most of them concentrated on or
near her breasts, stomach and crotch, but none of them appeared to
have broken any skin. This day would live with her for a long time, for this
was the price of resistance and refusal.

"Will you lick everyone's asshole clean?" Miles stepped forward to loosen
and pull the dildo gag out of the woman's mouth, but left the blindfold in
place.

"I want everyone to piss and shit in my mouth and I will swallow it all!" The
woman was terrified.

"That's not what I asked!" Mile lashed at her breasts with the whip.

The woman sucked air into he lungs to let out a scream, but held her
breath.

"Will you lick everyone's asshole clean?"

"I will lick everyone's asshole clean now, and if anyone needs to take a
shit, I will lick their asshole clean after," came her more careful response.

"Will you do this because you want to or because you are afraid of being
whipped again?"

The woman hesitated before she replied, searching her mind for the right
answer. "I will do it to please my husband and Master, all of his friends,
and anyone else he designates, and if I ever again refuse his orders, I will
need to be whipped to remind me of who I live my life for."

Two of the men immediately dragged her off to the bathroom, eager to
test her new-found devotion. Her husband however remained on the bed,
waiting for the other woman to make her announcement.

The woman submissively bowed before her husband/master and begged
his forgiveness. "I have not followed your orders," she began, keeping her
head low. "I have not pleased everyone here to their satisfaction. I
serviced both Cliff and Amy before they knew I was under orders to
service them, I did not ask Miles' girlfriend if I could do anything for her, I
hesitated before carrying out an order, and I did not ask to be punished
afterward."

"What do you feel would be appropriate punishment to prove that you are
a loyal slave to me?" he asked.

"I should be whipped by you, by Cliff, by Miles, by his girlfriend, and
anyone else who would find pleasure in whipping me."

"Do you think that will be enough?" her husband asked.

"Every day, twice day, for a week's time, I should have my pussy
whipped, not be allowed to cum, watch you fuck all of your girlfriends, be
fucked by the dogs and sleep with them at the foot of your bed."

"I don't think you're trying hard enough," her husband warned. "Those
things are too easy."

"I should be turned over to your brothers for a week so they can fist my
pussy and dry fuck my ass as much as they want."

"You're getting warmer!"

"I should be turned over to your brothers and sisters for two weeks so
they can fist my pussy, dry fuck my ass, and piss and shit in my mouth
as much as they want."

"You're almost there!"

"I should be turned over to your entire family at the farm for a month," she
gulped. "I should be whipped and fucked as they see fit and taken to the
barn every night to service the dogs and horses."

"Speaking of dogs..." There was a devious twinkle in Miles' eyes. "Did
everyone bring theirs to fuck my Amy?"

"They're tied up out back," one man answered.

"Send the bitches out to get them," another suggested.

"It's time for me to leave," BJ grabbed her shirt. "I ain't into animals."

"Don't you want to know what I'm gonna have her do?" Miles smirked as
he walked her out, leaving his wife to the group's desire.

"Not really," BJ lied.

"I'm gonna have them give her head. They're gonna lick her until her
pussy's really sore. Then I'm gonna drill it. Then I'm gonna have her suck
them off."

BJ was completely dressed but the man was stark naked. All of what he'd
been saying had made him hard again.

"I guess it's time for me to call you a freak," BJ kissed him.

"Call me what you will," he kissed her back.

"There may be a day when I eventually get around to having sex with
dogs." BJ dropped to her knees to suck the man's cock. "If I ever doùand
you're still aliveùI'll put on a little show for you."

Miles dropped to his knees himself, slapping her down further, and
planted his cock in her ass one more time before she left the house.

It was the last time she saw either of them.

Chapter 7 - SAFE FROM EXCESS

Though her mind only wanted one-on-one, her body demanded more. A
safe compromise were situations where BJ knew there would be a limited
number of partners, such as out on a date which didn't end up in Sleaze
City or a motel room. Just about any other place was safe, including
inside her date's car. A car also offered her a way of doing it in public,
which she really enjoyed, without the danger of a dozen guys descending
upon her.

If she had sex in a car, it had to be on the road where people in passing
cars or pedestrians might see it. In every neighborhood, there was a
placeùa street corner or dead end roadùwhere the kids congregated. It
was to these places that she took her date to park. Whereas it was
against the law to have sex with pre-sixteen girls, most people thought
nothing of pre-sixteen boys going at it. The young girls could only watch
whereas the boys could join in the fun.

Auto sex started with a blow-job inside the car and ended up with another
blow-job outside the car, whether it be on the street, in a busy parking lot
or at the drive-in. At the drive-in with the windows rolled down or the car
doors hanging wide open, she and her date would be going at it. Guys
walking by on their way to the rest room or getting something to eat
stopped and watched and sometimes participated. In this way, BJ would
get those guys excited to the point of forcing sex upon their dates or
relieving the guy's sexual frustrations and thereby save their girlfriend's
honor.

Slouched down in the seat, with her feet on the dash and her legs spread
wide, she masturbated for passing truckers.

"You really get off on that, don't you?" asked the boy driving the car.

"Gives them something to talk about on the radio," BJ replied.

Another truck pulled up along side the car. Once BJ knew she had the
driver's attention, she spread the tiny lips of her pussy, finger-screwed
herself, then twisted a bit and cocked her head back so the driver could
see her licking her muff moist fingers.

The truck started encroaching upon their lane. The boy driving the car
honked madly and swerved wildly to keep from being bumped by the
truck.

"You're gonna get us killed!" yelled the boy.

"If we're gonna die, we'd rather be screwing you when it happens," yelled
one of the boys sitting in the back seat.

"You guys know the right things to say to a girl," BJ sighed as she
climbed over the front seat.

While she was halfway over the seat, with her backside at its high point,
the driver gave her a hard back-handed crack across her naked cheeks.

"And you," she said to the driver, "know how to treat a girl just right."

They had started the trip with her on all fours, her face in the driver's lap
and her naked rump in the air, giving him head as the two in back leaned
over the front seat and took turns spanking her. Now she was on all fours
in the back seat, her clothes had already been torn from her body and
two boys were readying themselves for entry.

Because it would have been hard for anyone outside the car to see what
was happening to her, she repositioned her partners several times
throughout the highway cramming. Passing cars and trucks honked their
approval. And when it was all over, she showed her appreciation by
pressing her cum-oozing genitals against the window and fingering her
asshole.

One time, when she was in a sadistic mood, she teased him with a half-
hearted hand-job while he was driving and couldn't do anything about it.
She teased him while in public, at a restaurant, displaying a generous
mount of cleavage and talking dirty to him, where again he could do
nothing about it. Every time he appeared to be getting soft, she teased
him some more, telling him all the perverted things she was going to let
him do with her, massaging his clothed groin or reaching down his pants
and squeezing his prick back to its satisfyingly substantial state.

When they went parking, she kept him erect for three straight hours,
forcing him out of her every five minutes or so just to keep him from
cumming, even when he started getting rough with her. To cap off the
night, she spent a whole hour, balling him in his car, out in front of her
own house,. but still would not allow him to come. She further frustrated
him when she jumped, bare-assed naked, out of the car to go take a piss
in the woods.

BJ left him hard, moaning and unsatisfied. She didn't need to piss, but
just wanted to see if there were any boys waiting for her. There were two
and she sucked them off quickly, hurrying back to her date's car, with a
belly full of cum, to finish him off.

It was apparent he'd masturbated earlier in the day, probably thinking that
was the only sex he'd get. She could usually get a guy to cum within thirty
seconds of entering her the first time and within several minutes the
second time. But each time he poked her, even after five minutes, he had
still not cum. From this, she knew he had masturbated at least twice and
probably three times before picking her up. It would probably take her half
an hour of furious balling to get him to cum a fourth time. That was okay.
It would be like balling six guys in a row, only there wouldn't be breaks for
ejaculationsùa dick would be inside her the whole time.

But not here, she thought. She jumped out of the car again. "Catch me if
you can." This time she did have to pee.

He quickly followed her into the woods, hopping mad. He had just about
enough from the little bitch. If she wouldn't freely let him have sex with her
for more than five minutes, then he'd force her to even if he had to hurt
her.

He felt uncomfortable being naked outside, even with it as dark as it was
and the short distance between the car and the trees. But as soon as he
was under cover, all of his inhibitions disappeared. He felt like he was one
with nature and understood why she liked it so much.

He liked seeing her naked, in the car and in the woods, but this was not
the first time he'd seen her naked in the woods.

Several weeks before, when working up the courage to ask her out, he
had spied on her. He watched her house and saw that every night she
went out with a different guy. And he felt guilty about spying on her until
the one night where she left home without a guy.

Instead of getting into her car, she slipped into the woods adjacent to her
home. His curiosity got the better of him. He had to see what she was
doing. So he followed her.

She made it easy for him. Not specifically him, but any guy who
happened to see her going into the woods. All he had to do was follow
the trail of discarded clothing. And when the clothing ran out, he followed
her voice.

The cries, whines and moans led him to a clearing. A clearing in which he
found the voluptuous young body of BJ and, surprised as he was, she
was alone. He did not want to make his presence known for fear of
scaring her away, so he just watched her finger-screw herself and bite the
nipples of her own breasts for half an hour. She even went so far as to roll
over and thumb-screw her own asshole.

The opportunity was one he had always dreamed of. The sex-slavering
slut's perverse actions drew him from his hiding place, but not
completely. He was not the only one spying on her. Two boys, younger
than he wasùwalked out into the clearing. The girl was on her stomach,
had one thumb inserted inside her asshole and was trying to wedge her
other thumb in when they made their presence known.

Her reaction to their presence was truly unbelievable. She rolled over,
arched her back and slammed her backside down, forcing the second
thumb up into her asshole with a 'plop' sound.

"If you've come just to watch me screw my asshole, then get the hell out
of here! But if you're here to screw my asshole, then get the hell in!"

She begged them to screw her little asshole! Screw her filthy little
asshole! But they didn't do it. He guessed they were afraid of hurting her.

He had that same problem with a lot of the girls he dated. He was jinxed
with an oversized jointùnot long, just fat. Those that saw it before he tried
to make it with them refused to let him have sex with them. And those
that didn't see it screamed and jerked away before he barely got the head
in. One girl even fainted when she didn't back away quick enough. And
because she was unconscious, she was the only girl in which he was able
to bury it to the hilt. Unconscious, she might as well have been dead.
Having sex with a dead girl wasn't all it was cracked up to be.

BJ screamed when those boys rammed it into her that night, but she
didn't push them away or faint. She took their long, thick pricks into the
depths of her pussy and took as much as she could into her mouth, but
the only thing she got shoved into her asshole were her own fingers.

He knew he was going to score tonight because this time she was alone.
She was asking for it. She'd been asking for it all night. When he found
her, she was stooping down by a tree to loosen her bowels.

Her date got a kinky idea. The bitch had humiliated him all night long.
Now it was time for him to humiliate her.

"Stand up!" he ordered. "I wanna see the piss run down your legs!"

The only reason she did it was that she had never done it before. It felt
strange and not totally unenjoyable. As the hot fluid trickled down her
legs, she wondered what it would be like to have someone screw her
while she was urinating. Or piss on her while she was screwing someone
else. Or, to piss on a floor or on the ground and roll around in it. Or piss
in her mouth right after she sucked them off.

Yuck! As extremely perverse as it was, she placed that idea in a folder in
a drawer into one of the overstuffed filing cabinets of similar ideas in her
mind. It would take a lifetime to explore all of those ideas. And by the time
she died, there would be ten more of those overstuffed filing cabinets of
unexplored ideas. But enough about her feelings and ideas. The fluid has
stopped running and her legs were now cold.

It was his turn.

"Turn around!" he yelled.

As she twisted in a circle, he pissed on her stomach, hips, back and
buttocks. She went to her knees so she could have some of it on her
breasts, but his bladder was not as full as hers. She had nothing to clean
herself up with, but he didn't seem to mind. His only intent was to screw
her in the woods. Rape her was more like it after they way she treated
him. Her only intent was to fulfill his.

She crawled over, on her hands and knees, through the urine-soaked
ground cover, and attempted to take his piss-dripping member into her
mouth.

"Get away, you piss-swallowing whore!" he slapped her away.

She came back and, because he knew she wanted him to, he slapped
her away again. And again. And again. Ten times she came back and ten
times he slapped her away.

She lay sprawled out on the ground and rubbed her pink cheeks. It was
not what she expected of him. She had been torturing him all night so he
would force upon her something she didn't want to do like give her
asshole a dry reaming. Slapping her around while he was screwing her or
she was sucking his dick would have been okay too. The desire to be
raped had returned and was rather strong that night. She was getting
tired of being too easy.

"You like hurting girls, don't you?" she didn't really need to ask the
question.

"No! Only whoring sluts like you! You'd probably have sex with a dog or a
horse if there wasn't any guy around!"

She hadn't thought much about that one, ever since she'd seen Amy
Harrington tied with a dog. It got filed away with all of the other perverted
ideas, but in a new folder, labeled 'bestiality', and in the bottom drawer.
There was no end in sight of big, juicy human pricks. But if there ever
was, she'd be sure to pull out that folder. Just the thought of a huge
horse's genitalia presented before her face and all the cum that could fill
her belly made her extremely horny.

"Screw me, you son-of-a-bitch!" she yelled. "You wanna hurt me? Go
ahead and hurt me! But hurt me while you're screwing me!"

"Okay, you bitch!"

He helped her halfway up and while holding her with one hand, slapped
three more times with the other before dropping her to the ground.

"Stay here! I'm going back to the car. You just better hope I don't leave
you here!"

He strode off to his car.

Saddened, she watched him walk away. Maybe she had gone too far.
Maybe he really did think she was a whore. What if he did leave her here?
No clothes and no key to get in the house. She'd have to wake somebody
up to let her in and David wasn't home. There was no way she could
explain her way out of this predicament with her parents.

If he decided to leave her there, she had two options. Wait and hope a
neighborhood boy would show up and lend her some clothesùafter he
screwed her, of course. The other was to knock on the door of a single
guy who'd just moved into the neighborhood. If he was anything remotely
like any of the guys she screwed around with, he'd like nothing better
than to screw the shit out of her ass in a roundabout, butt-blasting way in
return for the clothing she needed.

The thought of leaving her without her clothes crossed the boy's mind. He
was determined to do one more thing first, then maybe he'd leave her. He
always wanted to sodomize a girl, but never before found himself in a
situation where the girl would be agreeable to itùuntil now. The bitch is
too submissive, he thought. She doesn't resist like all the other bitches.
She spreads her legs too easily. Maybe if he put her in a position where
she couldn't resist, she would want to resist. Maybe he would have to do
the unthinkable. The thing he had been keeping from her. The thing she
would strain all of her muscles to get away from.

BJ's anal thoughts were interrupted when her date returned. She was
almost sad to see him back, but her spirit brightened at bit when he told
her what he had in mind, for in his hands was a length of rope.

"Into bondage?" he tempted her.

"I've never tried it." When it came to sex, BJ found it hard to tell the truth.
The thought had not occurred to her since Jimmy had bound her to his
cousin's bed. There never again arose the desire or opportunity to try it.
She gave sex away freely all the time and since she refused nothing of
which was ever demanded of her, none of her other partners had ever
requested to tie her up for anything deviousùuntil now.

She was there to be raped. There's only one reason why this did think her
to be a whore, then that's what she would have to appear to be. She
silently answered him by turning around and putting her hands behind
her back, offering her wrists to him.

"You're not going to hurt me, are you?" she smiled, not really caring what
was in store for her. With submission came violence. With violence came
physical agony.

After tying her up, he pushed her over a fallen tree and was ready to
spread her cheeks, but discovered it wasn't necessary. Her position
naturally exposed her pink anus. The moonlight, which filtered down
through the trees, lit up her asshole which, in turn, seemed to beckon
him inside.

"No!" she cried. "Don't do my asshole! Anything but that!"

She didn't want it for two reasons. The first and foremost was because
she'd seen the size of his dick. It wasn't that long but it was fatter than
any she'd had. Her asshole was also dry as a bone. He could physically
damage her. The second reason was to offer the resistance which she
knew he needed to feel like he was raping her. While saying it was faked,
the physical resistance her rectum put up would not be a feigned
response.

He rammed it in tight while the rough bark cut into the skin of her
stomach and his hands compressed her breasts. She strained to get
away, as he expected, but there was no place for her to go.

She did not feel the bark on her stomach. She did not feel his body laying
on top her. She did not feel his abusive hands crushing her breasts.
What she did feel was his fist-sized prick ripping open her asshole. It was
so goddamn thick.

"Oh, god! You're tearing it open! It hurts so bad! Do it hard! Do it quick! I
don't want to die!"

Just like the time one of her mentors had BJ's partners restrict
themselves to her asshole, BJ had to again abstain from anal sex for an
entire week. It took that long her asshole to heal. Her asshole puckered
uncontrollably the entire week BJ denied its desire, insisting it was ready
to be transgressed when BJ knew it was not. Her readiness test was her
thumb. If she could thumb-plug her shitter without shedding a tear, then
it was ready for dicks three times the width of her thumb. Abstention
really put her out because, second to going down on one, getting a dick
deep inside her asshole was her favorite way of doing it.

BJ discovered the best places to hide were out in the open. A busy
parking lot, like that of a shopping mall, if parked away from the rest of the
cars, provided a decent amount of privacy, but still possessed the
element of danger in being discovered because all the windows were
open. A dead-end street was also a good place because there was no
vehicular traffic and little foot traffic. It was the foot traffic that presented
the element of danger.

The first week she starting out doing it in the car and not hiding it, she
and her dates were discovered twice. It turned out for the better though
because it was a guy who discovered them both times. She was able to
draw the new guy into the car by letting him watch her boyfriend screwing
her. All she had to do was display her breasts while she was being
banged, make sure the guy could see her boyfriend's cum shooting into
her mouth, then spread her legs to display her split, cum-smeared slit.
Then she screwed the new guy, giving her boyfriend the time he needed
to work himself up to another erection.

The second week, two people discovered her. Both walking in opposite
directions, they happened up her at the same time and paused to watch.
It got quite cramped in the car when all three tried to screw her at the
same time. She avoided that, instead sucking one up while another was
screwing her. She did not count it as being screwed by two guys at the
same time because she was sucking oneùhe was not screwing her.
Positioning with three partners in a small car it was nearly impossible. But
she did it so often that soon there was not one position left unexplored.

The closest she came to taking on two guys concurrently was during the
third week when she and her date were making it on the shopping mall
parking lot. This guy didn't wait for her boyfriend to finish banging her
before he climbed in. While she was laying over the front seat sucking on
her date who was kneeling on the back seat. the stranger crawled up
behind her and alternated between her pussy and her asshole.

Another position she liked was being draped over the front seat, her legs
in the front and the rest of her body hanging over the back. One guy
screwed down into her pussy from the front, then pulled out so another
could screw down into her asshole from the back. Neither went in at the
right angle, so it was a bit uncomfortable, but she didn't care. It was close
as she would come to being screwed by two dicks until she decided to let
two guys in her at the same time.

If there was third guy, he was usually impatient for his turn and expressed
that impatience through stinging slaps to her face, breasts and buttocks.
She repaid that kindness by using her teeth on him when sucking him off
and leaving his prick purple. When everyone was finished, if the car had a
manual transmission, she would put on a little show by impaling her
semen-drenched pussy or battered asshole on the bulbous stick shift
lever.

Another place where she could be safe from excess was inside her own
neighborhood. BJ dated not only boys from school but also boys from her
neighborhood. She spoiled them with her always-tight asshole and her
deep throat. Her pussy was tight, but her asshole was doubly so and her
mouth was non-stop, bringing all of them to multiple consecutive
erections and orgasm. Once they found it easy with her, they became
frustrated when another girl would either not put out for them or not in the
way they wanted it. BJ told them that whenever this happened, she would
take care of them.

The woods next to BJ's house was a frequent meeting place for her and
many of these boys, whom she balled to their heart's desire. Her house
was the last on the block, the street dead ending at a large wooded area
which itself bordered the state park. The woods had many well-beaten
trails throughout and the thick brush provided many secluded clearings
where sex could be conducted out in the open, under the stars, yet
hidden from a trail barely twenty feet away.

There was a large yellow diamond sign signifying her street was a dead
end. BJ told the boys that if they either didn't have a date or were in the
mood after their date, to check the sign around two o'clock. If after her
date, she was also in the mood, she would leave a piece of her clothing
tied to the sign. They could check for this prearranged signal and, if
present, it meant she was in the woods, without that piece of clothing,
waiting for them.

She first started setting this signal not long after she started dating every
guy in the world. Because it was just the beginning of her sexual pursuits,
she'd only set the signal if she got home after a slow evening. With only
one or two guys under her belt, she was eager for more.

When the number of partners during a date increased to four or five, she
added a time limit to the wooded rendezvous, only going there if she got
home before two in the morning.

She again changed this rule when she felt she hadn't had a satisfactory
number of partners (less than eight). As time progressed though, she set
the signal regardless of the numbers or the time she got home.

She set the signal as soon as she got home and took off into the woods
to wait for all the frustrated neighborhood boys to get home from their
dates. If she got home after two, she still went into the woods where,
invariably, some of the neighborhood boys would be waiting for her.

There wasn't much that needed to be said. She was always naked and
they were always hard. If they found her, she took them one at a time, as
they arrived, sucking first and screwing last. If she found them, they
passed her worn out body around, from one to the other, each taking a
few pokes at her. What could be better, she thought, than to have naked,
writhing, slithering, wet and sticky bodies. crawling all over me?

EPILOG

And that was when BJ again awoke from her fantasy. She had two fingers
in her ass this time, but without the sheet wrapped around them. Though
the room was a constant 75 degrees, perspiration covered her body.

"Martha?"

"Yes," came the slightly mechanical reply.

"What time is it?"

"20:58."

No time for memories. Maybe tomorrow. It was time to get ready for her
own gang-bang. An honest-to-god real one!



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