Her Year of Reading Proust
(M+/f, teen, size, anal, blackmail)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.org

Buffy loved Gil Hadley, her seventh grade teacher who had his young students reading of all things, Marcel Proust's multi-volume work, "Remembrance of Things Past." The title, attractive as it is for readers of the Scott-Moncrieff translation, misses the point: the original reads "in search of lost time," with a play on words suggestive of "forgotten days" and "time wasted." The story stresses the evanescence of all things and in particular of the social and artistic world that the narrator tries to reconstruct in memory, much like the story below. Gil taught large lessons to these young minds, one was that prose itself is a highly artificial genre that requires the taming of speechways to attain clarity, and in Proust one is pulled down, below speech, into the wayward flitting of thoughts and images. He made clear that the counterargument is that without the wanderings no impression of search, of difficulty and doubt, would have been rendered. And it is on that note that Buffy's search for her emergent sexuality intrigues us.


Buffy snuggled closer when she felt Gil's hand straying up along her leg. The touch was electric. It made her come completely alive. Never in her thirteen years had she felt so stimulated, so sophisticated and grown up. The man actually wanted her! She felt the telltale dampening of her pussy. It was beginning to ooze out her inner juices in a way totally new to her. This was what it was like to be really turned on.

"Oh, Gil, your hand... it's so niiice!" she cooed.

"Yeah, almost as nice as the skin underneath it, I bet." He continued to explore her lithe, young body. Her tits wiggled around like jelly on a plate.

Her hand covered his and pressed down firmly. She wanted more than his hand exploring the moist area between her slender legs. She wanted his long, hard cock driving deep into her. She wanted that more than anything else in the world.

"Are you just going to sample me or are you going to really get it on?" she asked him, her breath husky. It was getting harder for her to keep the tremor of her blossoming sexuality from entering her tone. She wanted so desperately to impress him. He must never think that she was a virgin. But there was no way of keeping that knowledge from him later - when she was in the throes of intense passion, his body pressing lustily down into hers, his cock probing for her innermost reaches.

Then he'd know and then she'd get his cock and it would be super. That was what mattered. The teenager didn't want her history teacher to ever know the nervousness she felt, the way she had almost approached him again and again, only to chicken out at the last instant. A man like this wanted his women to be women. One hundred percent, and not a bit less. Buffy would deliver for her handsome teacher. She'd give him everything a man could possibly want. Her tender young body was his for the taking.

"Umm," she said, "This is so biiig!" She felt his trembling prick which had quickly stretched to its gigantic ten-inch length. It was so thick, firehose-big in fact, under her fingers and throbbing as if it had its own heartbeat. She was the one exciting him - her! A thirteen-year old was getting a stud like him all hot and bothered!

She began stroking up and down the solid shaft of cock. He groaned deep in his throat.

"I'm not hurting you, am I?" she hastily asked, afraid he was in pain for some reason.

"Pain? Hell, no, darling. I love the feel of your hand on my prick. Start squeezing down a little harder. Yeah, oh yeah! That's exactly the way I love it!"

She swallowed hard. His hand was beginning a slow, agonizing approach up her inner thigh toward her naked pussy. His hand moved like thick syrup on her satiny skin. The skin prickled and tingled in response to his deft fingers. Her cunt was watering from being so near to such an expert cocksman. He was a lover, first class. He knew exactly how to treat a woman. She shuddered as his hand approached her snatch. He didn't make a wild grab for her cunt like so many of the high school kids she'd been out with. None of them would ever get in bed with her. She was saving herself for this man. And it was worth it. He was showing her all the tricks. Turning her into a sex-starved bitch, he was going to fuck her all night long.

He was that good.

"Oh, please, please, darling, go on! Stick it in!" she breathed.

"Not yet. I want to make sure of my territory. You wouldn't want me to rush into this, would you?"

She didn't.

His hand was too heavenly for her to argue. Yet, yet she wanted his steel-hard prick jammed hard between her legs and all the way up her juicy, virgin cunt. She hadn't been saving herself for just anyone - she had lain awake nights wondering how it would be this first time. She was finding out. The teenage girl wiggled lower so that his hand was pressed firmly into her pussylips. An electric charge surged throughout her body. Her spine arched at the light touch. Fucking couldn't be as great as this - it just couldn't be! She knew it would be better.

"Hurry! I can't wait for your cock to be straining hard inside me!"

"You're a hot one, aren't you, doll? Just hang loose and enjoy this and I'll give you the fucking of your life!"

There was no way he could fail to deliver. Her cunt was already flooding with her love juice. Her entire body was tense and expectant. She was waiting for his cock.

"Umm, your hand is so close, so, soooooo, ohhhh!"

She sucked in her breath as his fingers began gently fondling her cuntlips. He grasped one of her cuntlips and ran his fingers along the greasy flap of skin. The electric jolts smashing into her body made her come close to blacking out. Her world swam wildly around her as he continued to stimulate her pussylips and slowly work his way toward her little pussy.

"Please hurry! I... I can't stand much more!"

"Go on, then, and cum!" He punctuated his words with a sudden stab of his finger up her pussy. The intrusion of his finger up her cunt wasn't anything like she thought it would be.

She'd masturbated a lot. She thought she knew all her body's reactions. But she was even more excited by his lewd gesture.

"Liked it, didn't you? More's on its way," he promised.

She was breathing hard now. Her lungs felt as if they would explode under the strain and her heart throbbed like a thing gone wild. The sandpaper in her lungs as she breathed was rapidly forgotten when she felt soft lips closing on the very tip of her left tit. The man's wet, sucking lips demanded all her attention. His finger lingering near her cunt was almost a secondary sensation to her now, so great was the feeling he generated at her tit. He was expert at sucking. She didn't doubt that for a second. His tongue lashed out and into the soft mound of titflesh. She knew instantly as he began working the rock-hard nubbin of her nipple around in circles with his tongue. The roughness of his tongue made her catch her breath. But it was the sucking that turned her on the most. He pulled the puffy mound of nipple into his mouth and sucked even harder. She felt a pounding in her large breast.

"Your mouth! Oh, it's goooood! My tit is burning up! I love itttt!"

He didn't answer. He was too busy with the succulent treat of her cherry-sized nipple. Pulling her nipple all the way between his teeth, he gently nibbled on her flesh. She screamed, arched her back and had her first man-induced orgasm. There was no way she could describe the wild, sensual feelings ripping through her young body.

"More, give me mooore!" she demanded. "Your mouth feels like fire on my boob!"

His tongue lanced out and tried to suffocate her nipple in the soft flesh of her boob. He pressed firmly down until the hard little tip was almost completely surrounded by the marshmallowy jug. She silently reveled in the fact she was so well-developed. She may have been only thirteen but her huge, plump E-cup tits hinted at a girl years older. Even her hips were wide enough to give the impression of a girl seventeen or eighteen. That was only one of the things that had gotten this handsome stud of a teacher into bed with her. She stroked his head as he continued to nuzzle and suck at her tit. His long, black hair flowed like silk under her fingers. She enjoyed playing with it as he continued his erotic taste treat at her big tits. Slowly, she was gaining the knack of controlling her emotions. She shouldn't let her senses run wild like she'd been doing. Saving herself for his cock was more important than sailing off into orbit every time he touched her. Still, though, his touch was something special. It beat hell out of masturbating.

His mouth began spiraling around her jug. He took as much of her soft, tender titflesh into his mouth as he could. She moaned loudly as his teeth bit into her tit. Angry red marks were left behind. But she no longer cared. His hand was again working actively along her oily sex gash. He was prodding those flaps guarding her inner reaches with renewed insistence. Her legs drifted wider in wanton invitation to him. She wanted him to mount her and fuck the hell out of her. Nothing in the world would satisfy her until he was trying to rip her apart all the way to the chin with his mighty prick.

"Fuck me, fuck me," she moaned over and over.

"Soon, dearest, soon. Let me just explore a little lower..." and his mouth left a wet trail across the smooth plain of her belly.

Only once did he stop on his erotic journey to her snatch. His tongue dipped briefly into the deep well of her belly button. Her navel seemed the exact spot for him to fully explore. And she had to admit it raised her level of arousal even more. His wet, pink tongue swirled around and around. Once down, slowly out, then down firmly into her navel once again and she was his sex slave. He could ask anything of her and it would be his!

"Now, ohh, I... I can't take much more! My whole body's hot for you! Fuck me hard! Hard!"

"Hard?" he muttered. "So..."

She gasped as she felt his body moving swiftly across hers. His hairy chest pressed down hard into her tit. She felt the soft flesh of her jugs mashing out as he lowered down. Most important of all, his hairy thighs were moving rapidly on her smooth thighs. Her legs spread as wide as possible for him. Arching her back, her cunt was fully exposed.

"AIIEEEE!" she shrieked as his cock brushed across her pussylips. He wasn't even in her yet and she was so strung out she'd cum at the lightest touch.

She wrapped her legs around his waist. As her ankles locked behind his back, she felt the broad purpled head of his cock part her cuntlips. She shuddered and tensed her legs to pull him all the way into her cunt. When his cockhead bounced against her cherry, she screamed again. She wanted him to pop it, not play with it.

"Fuck me, fuck me hard, damn you!"

"Hey, you're a goddamned virgin!" he exclaimed.

His body was levered at an odd angle. He was about two inches up her pussy and holding back the power needed to break her maidenhead.

"Go on! I want you so bad!"

"You're a goddamned virgin," he repeated. "I haven't had a virgin in more years than I can remember. You really want me to go on and pop it?"

"Yes, I want you more than life itself! Yes, yes, yes! Go on!"

"Remember you asked for it. God," he muttered to himself, "a real live virgin and all mine! Love it to death!"

And then his hips were arching downward and his cock was fucking hard into her juicy cunt.

"Miss Nixon," came the cold voice, "are you paying any attention at all? Are you feeling all right?"

Buffy opened her eyes and then wiped the sweat from her eyebrows. She had forgotten where she was. The rest of the history class was staring at her.

She heard Eva saying, "Must be having a hot flash."

And Ellis answering, "Hell no. She was getting her rocks off. Look where her hand is."

In guilt, she took her hand out from under her skirt. It was completely drenched in her own pussy fluids. She knew her panties were soaked through and through and that a large wet spot was on her dress. As long as she stayed seated, no one would notice. Maybe.

"Miss Nixon," Gil Hadley repeated. "I asked if you were ill."

"No, I'm okay. I was just a little dizzy. I guess."

He frowned and shook his head. "I suggest, then, that you pay more attention to class."

She numbly nodded. This time it was worse than it had ever been before. There was something about Gil Hadley that really got to her.

She sat back and tried to look interested in the boring lecture on Napoleon. Or was it England? She couldn't remember and didn't really care one way or the other. It was her teacher she was most interested in. She'd heard it was natural for a schoolgirl to get a crush on a handsome teacher. No one had ever told her it'd be this bad. She lived to come to this class and just watch Mr. Hadley. He was the most gorgeous man she'd ever seen. Her daydreams had been getting more and more violent. The one today, with her actually diddling her clit, had almost been enough to get her run out of class. The other kids knew the score. She listened to them whispering back and forth about it.

"I tell you she was actually doing it! Yeah, I saw her hand under her skirt."

"God, I wish she'd let me get my hand all the way up there!" came a huskier voice.

"You and me both! But I bet she's too small for both of us at the same time!"

"Love to find out!"

"Hush! Mr. Hadley is..."

"Would you please be quiet?" came the teacher's deep voice. "I know it's getting late and you would prefer to be outside. Or anywhere else, for that matter, but we still have another ten minutes of class."

A few grumbles, but, for the most part, the class quieted down. The time was an eternity for most of them but Buffy had the opportunity to see her teacher, her love, just walk back and forth across the front of the room as he lectured. The man wore incredibly tight pants that accentuated his ass. The smooth flow of his asscheeks as he walked made Buffy all wet in the crotch again. She couldn't help herself. He was everything that she envisioned the perfect lover as being. He was tall, dark and incredibly handsome. The long, angular nose might have put some girls off, but not her. She thought the hawk-like prow was incredibly sexy. Most of all, the man was well-muscled. And he was just old enough, perhaps all of twenty-five, to be tantalizing to the teenager. He didn't seem old and dried up like so many of her teachers. Buffy swallowed hard as her eyes followed his every movement. If only it hadn't been a daydream! If only Gil had taken her into his arms, his bed, and made wild, passionate love to her. For him, she'd gladly lose her cherry.

Her mother always told her she should save it for the right man. Buffy was certain Gil was the perfect man for her. No one else came within miles of matching him. She loved him desperately and he didn't seem to even notice her except in class. And then it was only to correct her. She sighed and licked her lips nervously. If there were only some way to make him notice her. Buffy cringed as the bell rang loudly. Class was over for another day. And she'd have to live through hell waiting to see her love again. She'd never get used to it.

The girl simply knew that one day she'd go crazy without Gil Hadley.


Buffy had dumped her books in her locker and was reluctantly making her way out of the building when she heard a familiar voice. Gil's! She didn't mean to spy on him but couldn't help herself. She heard his voice loudly raised, angry, and had to see what was happening. Under the stairway she saw Gil arguing with a smaller, more compact man.

"...and I'm telling you that you'll get your goddamned money as soon as my next paycheck comes."

"Aww! Gil, baby," the smaller man, said, cleaning his fingernails with a wicked looking knife, "You see the fix I'm in. The boss simply doesn't care how you pay the money as long as you do come through with it. And you know something? I agree with him."

"That lousy horse should have come in in the third yesterday. That would have done just fine," hissed Gil.

Buffy wondered what was going on. It was obvious the smaller man was demanding money. She didn't exactly understand why.

"Yeah, Gil, and if pigs had wings they could fly. Listen hard, boy. You folks with the gambling bug are all alike. You're losers. And me and the boss, we don't like losers. I love to pay off when you win, right? And I really hate to lean on you when you lose. But I will. I want the bread you owe me by noon tomorrow."

"Hell, Andy, I can't make it by then."

Buffy had never seen her teacher so upset before. He appeared to be frightened of the other man.

"Noon? I can't do it. Make it Friday. I'll have the bread to you by Friday afternoon."

"Aw, Gil. You're such a good customer, I'll bend the rules a little. I'll ask the boss about it and get back to you. Dig?"

He jabbed the knife out and into the man's chest. For a heart-stopping instant, Buffy thought Andy had killed her teacher. The bookie only laughed and folded the knife as he pushed by.

Gil Hadley had gone absolutely white with fear.

Buffy watched Andy strut down the hall of the school. As he left, a thought began to work into her head. She knew something about Gil Hadley he certainly wouldn't want getting around. She thought she knew exactly how to use that knowledge to the best effect.


Buffy nervously brushed back a strand of her auburn hair as she approached Gil Hadley' apartment. She'd followed him home so many times it was as if she was coming home. For all the times she had trailed him here, though, she'd never once been inside his apartment. There had never been any reason for her to go inside. Not until today. Today she would have her fondest dreams come true.

Boldly, with more courage than she really felt, she knocked on the door. It took a few seconds for her teacher to answer. And when he opened the door, she knew he'd been drinking. His hair was mussed and he'd discarded his tie. The light green shirt was open a couple buttons to display the thick mat of hair on his broad chest. Buffy felt her body beginning to react just at the vaguest hints of what was in store for her - if she played her cards right.

"Yeah, what do you want?" he slurred.

"I want to have a couple words with you... Gil."

He didn't seem to realize she'd called him by his first name. Then he did a double take and said, "Huh? What is it you want, Miss Nixon?"

"Call me Buffy. And how about inviting me in? I don't think we should be talking about your gambling out in public like this." She motioned around indicating the long corridor with dozens of other apartments leading off it. At any moment, any of the other residents might happen along and overhear them.

Gil suddenly seemed to understand her words. "My gambling? Wh-what do you know about that?"

"Enough to make trouble for you with the principal, if I wanted to. Aren't you going to invite me in, now?" she asked coyly. Seeing his confusion made her even more sure of herself. In her dreams it hadn't been like this.

"Uh, sure. Come on in."

He seemed even more confused as she brushed close, her hand straying down to give a loving pat to his crotch.

She looked around the room and was impressed. She didn't know that school teachers were able to live so sumptuously. While it wasn't the richest place she'd ever been, it was high on the list. Somehow, she figured her true love would live like this - good.

"Look, uh, Buffy, how'd you find out?" he began.

She dropped down into a soft chair and deliberately hooked a slender leg over one arm. The man was given a fleeting look all the way up to her crotch. The way his pants began to tent told the teenager her tactics were working. He wanted her, whether he admitted it or not.

"I overheard you and Andy talking at school. That's a funny name, Andy. How'd he get it?"

"Damn him! I told him he shouldn't go there but no, he can't wait for his friggin' money. Damn him to hell!"

Gil began pacing back and forth, then knocked back the bourbon in his glass. He choked, then managed to continue, "What do you want out of this, Buffy? You blackmailing me?"

Her heart almost stepped. She'd won!

"Oh, no, Gil, nothing like that. I... I just want to help you out of your jam. I thought you might need a little companionship in your time of need."

She smiled as she brushed back her auburn hair. She made an elaborate production out of it, making certain her shoulders were thrown well back to emphasize her tits. The girl knew those were her best feature. All the boys told her how big they were and all the girls were jealous of her. The way the bulge at Gil's crotch grew, she knew she was really getting to him. It was only a matter of time now before she was locked in his arms, his big cock reaming her out, fucking her like she needed to be fucked.

"Look, the gambling is bad enough. If I'm caught with a piece of teenage ass up here, it's my ass in a sling. They'll send me up the river for a million years on statutory rape."

"It's not rape if the little girl wants it."

"It is if she's jail bait, jerk." His voice was softer now, less certain. He was weakening. To make sure the process was going according to her seduction plan, she made a big production out of crossing her legs again. He saw another satiny white flash of soft skin all the way up to her panties. He might even have seen the silver-dollar-sized wet spot on her lycra panties. That was how badly she wanted him.

"Which is it to be, Gil? Me or... me going to the principal with information on a teacher gambling?"

He looked at her then, and poured himself another stiff drink. He swallowed it in a single gulp. Without looking at her, he said, "Not much of a choice, is it?"

"I thought you'd prefer the more pleasant alternative."

He jerked as he felt her hands rubbing along the fronts of his thighs. Nimble fingers began working on his zipper. Before he could move, his cock snapped out in front of his groin, quivering at full attention.

"See, it's just as I thought. You do want me!" she squealed in joy.

"Look, Buffy, you're attractive. Hell, you're the best looking babe in any of my classes and I'd be lying through my teeth if I said I didn't lust after you just a little, but... but... um, oh, sweet Jesus, no!"

"Yes, Gil, YES!"

And then her mouth was on his succulent cock. She'd never sucked cock before. This was the way to begin. The ugly red shaft had momentarily made her hesitate, then she'd summoned up her courage. That long pillar of prick wasn't just any man's cock. It was her true love's prick. For him, she'd do anything. And all the books she'd illicitly read told of how much a man loved a woman sucking on his prick. They were all right. Gil's legs went rubbery in reaction when he felt the girl's eager lips seeking out the tip of his prick. As she slowly engulfed the end of his cock, she turned so that she would have a better target. If she wanted to throw herself at him like this, who was he to turn her down? After all, he'd been telling her the truth when he said she was the most gorgeous babe in any of his classes. He'd had any number of wet dreams about her and others in his classes. Any male teacher with a cock would. Thirteen-year olds just begging him to fuck them, that had been his fantasy. It wasn't a fantasy any longer. Buffy was really giving him a hell of a blowjob. He sank slowly to the rug making sure he didn't dislodge her wonderful, sucking mouth from his cock. That wouldn't do at all. He wanted the full benefit of her anxious mouth on his erection.

"God, I never thought you'd come after me like this," he moaned. He didn't get any answer. And for good reason. The teenager was working her way down the length of his prickshaft. She wasn't sure what she should do. This was all new to her, but she didn't want the man to know it. If she could convince him she was the most sophisticated girl in the school, she was positive he'd fuck her. It all seemed to depend on how good she was at giving head. Doing what came naturally to her seemed to be the best course. Her tongue worked on the sides of his cock. She could feel his heart beating out a rapid tempo so far away. Every time his heart throbbed, his cock would jump. And that was transmitted to her tongue. She began licking and kissing down the sides of his cock. When his prick jumped in reaction, she knew she'd found the most sensitive spot. The tiny flap of skin dangling under the cleft head of his prick was given special oral attention after that. The sweet, musky tang that came to her tastebuds aroused her more than the girl would have thought possible. Sure it was a turnon actually sucking off a man for the first time. But she hadn't thought she could get this excited about it! She'd never listen to her girl friends who told her how repulsive it was giving head. They didn't know! And she did!

"Your tongue, umm, shit, girl, your tongue's driving me wild! I'm not going to be able to hold it in much longer with your tongue all over my prick like that!"

The words boomed loudly in her ears. She silently thrilled to them. Not only was she doing everything just right, she was getting him really hot to fuck! Her nose nuzzled into the thick mat of his bush. The long, crinkly black hair made her want to sneeze. As the teenager began exhaling long, hot breaths, she realized this was making the man's prick jerk even more in reaction. Her tongue, her lips, her sucking and even her hot breath were turning him into a sex maniac! She loved the thought of it!

Pulling her mouth away from his cock for a second, she asked, "Will you... will you fuck me?" Her voice wasn't as steady as she'd hoped it would be when she asked him, but it would have to do. The man didn't seem to notice.

"Hell, babe, I don't think I could keep myself from it. Not with you giving me such a good blowjob!"

The words made her all quivery and weak inside. He wanted to fuck her now! He wanted her as desperately as she wanted him. The teenager ran her finger all over his belt and pants until she had unfastened them. With a little bit of acrobatics, she wormed him out of his pants. Naked from the waist down, his cock at rigid attention, he was ready. And he immediately took over. His hands pressed down on her, rolling her over onto her back. His next move was anticipated by the teenager. She helped him strip off her useless panties. They had been good to torment him into wanting her. Now they were only in the way. And she wanted nothing in the way of that delicious, long cock!

"Go on, Gil. Take me! Fuck me good!"

"God, what a lovely snatch you've got. Never seen one so willing before," he cried.

She let her legs drift open in wanton invitation to his cock. The sight of that purple bludgeon of cock was getting to her. She didn't know how much longer she could hold back the sexual pressures building up inside her body.

The girl was afraid she might cum at any second. She wanted him to be deep inside her before she climaxed. Raising her legs and bending her knees, her cunt was soon vulnerable to his assault. His cock came hurtling in and down, right on target. They both gasped as the blunt nose touched her pussylips. For a brief second, he poised there, letting her cunt juices dribble out over his fevered cock. Then his hips jerked spasmodically and he was driving hard and fast into her cunt. This was no dream. None of her fantasy yearning had ever been this vivid, this exciting. She could feel the thick cock spreading her apart inside. His massive cock was driving hard toward her belly. The soft folds of her virgin cunt stretched in a vain attempt to take all that new invader into her pussy.

He gasped, then hesitated, his prick buried only a few inches up her snatch. "Shit, you're a goddamned virgin! A virgin wanting to be fucked! I heard about the new morality and all that, but I never...."

"Get on with it! Damn you, damn you, bust my cherry for me! I want you, darling, I want you to fuuuuck meeee... RAPE ME, PLEASE!"

She screamed loudly as he rammed home all the way up her cunt. His cock had pressed firmly against her hymen for a second. Then the pressure he was exerting began to stretch the tough membrane. With a quick jab of his hips, he was through her cherry and deep up her virgin cunt. Buried balls deep, he hesitated for a moment. He couldn't believe it was this good. Never had he found a cunt so tight and hot. The pressure all around his prick was threatening to crush him flat. He resisted the impulse to immediately withdraw. He wanted to get the full effect of being the first up this virgin's cunt. The teenager was crying, moans coming from deep in her throat. He ignored them. She'd love it by the time he was finished with her. If he could hang on to his control long enough, that was. The tightness of her pussy along with the juiciness of it were threatening his self- control. His cock felt like a fuse that'd been lit. The heat surged back along his length until it got to his balls. There, he felt the thick stew of his cum begin to boil and churn. His nuts tumbled and lurched in their tiny pouch until he was almost crying out in pain. He had to cum! And yet he wanted more, lots more, of this teenaged cunt!

"Oh, Jesus, I just can't handle this much longer!" he grunted. Reluctantly, he began pulling himself out of her cunt. If he didn't, he'd cum just like a teenaged kid getting his first piece of ass. He wanted to prolong the fucking as long as he could. At first, he hadn't wanted anything to do with this hot babe. Then, after he'd felt her hot mouth on his prick, he knew he wouldn't be able to get enough of her. He wanted to fuck her cross-eyed. When only the purpled knob of his prick remained inside her pussylips, he spoke.

"Like it? You're bleeding like a stuck pig but that'll pass real quick if I keep going. What's it to be?" he asked, but he knew what her answer was going to be.

"Fuck me," she sobbed over and over. "Fuck me the best you can!"

"You got it... goddamn, motherfuck me!"

And his hips shot forward once more. This time there was no cherry to impede his progress. He surged all the way up the young girl's pussy until his balls wetly slapped against her ass. This time he didn't hesitate. He was retreating immediately. And fucking hard into her. He established a slow, methodical rhythm to his movements. He soon had her thrashing and moaning under his cock just like every other woman he'd fucked. She loved him, she loved his big prick bringing her so much pleasure. She couldn't put it all into words. The pain had been terrible, but only for a split second. Then he was all the way up her cunt. His thick cock was pulsing and throbbing and telling her how much he loved her. She'd do anything to keep that cock in her cunt. When he began to pull out, she'd tried to stop him by tightening her stomach muscles. She'd failed. Her body betrayed her. The blood mixed with her own cunt juice was simply too slippery to hold him inside if he wanted out. The pain had quickly washed away as he continued to methodically stuff his cock all the way up her cunt. He was fucking her like a woman should be fucked. This was better than any of the stories the teenaged girl had ever read. Some of those stories had seemed sordid and tawdry. This was simply the finest thing that had ever happened to her. And she let him know it.

"Oh, Gil darling, you're wonderful. I... I can't begin to, ummm, ohhh, thank you... god, you're so good!"

"Wait till you really get off on my cock!" he said.

"Really get off?" She was confused. Her body was telling her this was stupendous, the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to her. What did he mean?

She leaned back and let him continue fucking her. Slowly, she began to understand what he'd meant. Having her cherry busted was painful and that had masked a lot of the pleasure pouring over her. Now that the pain was far behind her, the real joys of fucking were taking their toll of her young body. The sexual tensions building up in her belly were tremendous. She simply couldn't believe the sensations could be so wonderful. Better than any of the times she'd masturbated, she knew she was approaching a real climax. The icy fingers gripping hard at her insides told her this was what real women felt when they got off in a big way on a man's cock. And she was going to sail off into a sexual orbit higher and farther out than any she'd ever hit before. His strokes in and out of her pussy became shorter, more insistent. The friction of his fucking mounted. Her cunt walls burned with the joy of his cock's passage. Soon even her cunt juices were burned away by the carnal heat of his prick. As his hips blurred from rapid movement, she felt the fires in her belly flare into forest fire. They threatened to consume her. At first, she fought them off. She didn't want this strange, new feeling to devour her whole. Then she realized his cock was too powerful for her. The man was simply too masterful, his cock too long and hard, for her to deny what he was doing to her. Her hips began moving of their own accord. She began thrusting her pelvis downward in an attempt to get even more of his prick up her needy cunt. That cunt, which had been lonely for so long, now couldn't get enough of that tasty cock. She was turned into a cock-hungry bitch.

"More, more, MORE!" she shrieked. It was as if another person were doing the shouting. She was almost detached as she itemized every single feeling fleetingly racing through her young body. Her huge tits were like melons thrust into a fire. She should have removed her E-cup bra, she knew now. The elastic band strained to expand as she writhed on the rug. That long, swift cock vanishing between her pink, well-oiled pussylips inflamed her senses. The cock was rubbing firmly against her softly folded pussy walls. Not content, it raced deep up into her belly. The path it took burned with liquid fire. She couldn't get her breath any longer. Panting, gasping, she felt a giant hand clutching wildly at her. She came, her entire body convulsing as the hand squeezed firmly on her. As the girl enjoyed the first real orgasm of her young life, the man so avidly fucking her gasped. Her cunt had collapsed like a mine shaft around his prick. He was almost crushed to a bloody pulp.

No longer could he hold back. His fiery stream of white cum blasted out into her cunt. Her womb was flooded with cum. He screamed and cried out as he rammed deep into her pussy. Never had he felt such a clinging hot cunt around his cock. Sweaty, tired, he felt his immense prick limply droop out of her pussy, swing down, bounce off his thigh and loudly slap her swollen pussylips. He rocked back, sitting on his heels, and looked down at the wanton teenager. Her cunt was still widely exposed to him, a still steady stream of his cum spurting out onto her pussy hair, soaking her crotch.

Buffy opened her brown eyes and softly said, "It was even better than I thought it'd be. Thank you."

"Hell, I'm the one who should be thanking you. It's been too long since I had virgin pussy."

"Virgin cunt, huh? I'll be damned," came a soft voice from across the room.

Buffy looked up, suddenly frightened. She hadn't known she had an audience to her very first lay. Standing by the door, picking his fingernails clean with the long bladed knife was Andy. He was looking like a cat that had just eaten a canary. From the look on his face, Buffy knew what Andy was thinking about. She tried to chastely cover up her cunt and failed. Gil was in the way.

"Hey, don't bother hiding that little pussy from me, doll," Andy said, smiling even more broadly. "I seen my share."

"What do you want, Dufresne?" snapped Gil. "I didn't invite you in."

"Hey, man, cool it. I didn't want to intrude on your knocking off a piece of ass, honest. But the door was open and, what the hell, you know?"

Buffy didn't like the way he leered at her. Yet, there was something in the man's demeanor that attracted her in spite of herself. He took command and she liked that. But she felt obliged to stand beside her man.

"Gil said he didn't invite you in. What do you want besides indulging your sick peeping Tom desires?"

"Hey, a filly with a little fire. You can really pick 'em, Gil." A quick snap and the wicked blade vanished. Then Andy drifted over to the divan and dropped down into it. "I just wanted to tell you the boss said no to you having a few extra days on that debt you owe us."

"Look, Andy, this is embarrassing."

"Yeah, I bet. You with a limp cock and half bare-ass naked. Yeah, I can just imagine!"

He laughed loudly.

"Gil," said Buffy, hastily pulling her skirt down as soon as the man moved a little, "is there anything I can do?"

"No. This is between me and them."

"Hey, now, don't go sayin' things like that, Gil boy," said Andy. "I'm thinking I got a few bucks ahead. How about me loaning you the couple yards till you get paid?"

Andy licked his lips as he looked at Buffy. The intent was obvious. He wanted a little young stuff in return for not collecting the bet for a few more days.

Gil hastily looked from Buffy to Andy and back again. "Uh, look, Buffy, this is an awful lot to ask, but, uh..."

"What will he do to you if I don't... you know?"

"Maybe kill me. He's a brutal man."

"Now, now, Gil baby, not that brutal. With a soft, willing babe, I can be real gentle. Yeah, real gentle, indeed." He smiled, revealing a broken tooth.

Buffy shuddered. She didn't like the idea of selling herself to the bookie, but if she didn't there was no telling what he would do to Gil. She just couldn't sit by and let Andy kill Gil. Not after the fucking he'd just given her. He'd opened up new dimensions of her sexuality for her. He'd made her a woman, a real woman. She owed him something.

"If I do let you, what then?" Her voice broke from nervousness.

Andy laughed harshly. "I let your boyfriend have till Friday afternoon to cough up the bread he owes. That's it."

"You don't erase the bet or anything else?" she asked. There was a hidden world here she knew nothing about but she wanted to get the most out of letting the man fuck her.

"Hell, no! The boss would skin me alive. I'm loanin' your lover boy the money out of my own pocket. You're the interest, honey. What's it gonna be?"

"Gil?" she asked, her voice a frightened animal.

"Up to you. I... I'd really appreciate it if you would. I'll do anything I can for you. Give you an A for history," he finished lamely.

Andy laughed. "Give 'er an A, huh? Christ but I wish I was a goddamned high school teacher. I'd give every fuckin' one of the skirts an A if they'd let me fuck 'em."

"All right. Go on. But you'd better give Gil the time he needs to get the money together." She sat primly on the carpet, her legs crossed. The rough shag brushed across her sensitive pussylips and made her acutely aware that she had no panties on.

Andy was running the zipper down on his trousers. His cock leaped out, eager to bury itself up the sweet, young pussy.

"On your hands and knees, bitch. I'm gonna fuck you like a bitch in heat. You like it like that?" Seeing her confusion, he added, "Or do you know? Shit, I think you are a virgin."

Buffy firmed her lips and said tartly, "You just wait. You'll find out for sure!"

She quickly got on her hands and knees like the man had instructed her. Not certain what was in store, she braced herself. Her entire body was tense, expectant. She felt the man scoot up close behind her. His hands reached under her skirt and hiked it up over her waist. Her naked ass was exposed to his leer. For the first time, she had the fleeting feeling she'd made a mistake, that she should have let Gil take his bruises like a man. Then she felt the probing finger working between the thick slabs of her rounded asscheeks. A deep, wracking shudder passed through her young body when that finger dipped lower and lower into the humid crease of her ass.

"Like that, don't you?" the man demanded.

"Y... yes. I do!"

"Good. Here it comes in even deeper!"

She almost fell flat on her face as the man's finger drove hard against her ass. He pressed into the tightly clenched little muscle and then surged all the way up her ass. Once buried up to his third knuckle, he began wiggling his finger. She thought she'd faint. The sensation deep up in her bowels was totally different from having a cock in her cunt, fucking her. This was both stimulating and repulsive. She hated herself for liking it, yet couldn't deny her body craved the anal attention it was getting.

"You sure do groove on that," the man said. "I can tell when a babe likes something. You're gonna love this."

Suddenly her ass was empty. He'd yanked his finger out. Before she could protest, she felt his denim-clad thighs pressing into her naked ass. The thick shaft of his cock spread her asscheeks and drove hard for her cunt. When the fat tip of his prick rammed into her pussylips, she screamed. It hadn't hurt. The cry was from surprise. Surprise and the sudden knowledge she was actually wanting this man's prick! It didn't matter to her who was fucking her as long as she got enough steely hard prick up her cunt!

The man's cock drove between the well-greased cuntlips and up into her cunt. She sighed deeply and felt his cock begin its way up into her belly. She almost collapsed when he bent forward and put his entire weight on her back. His cock was all the way up her cunt - that made her feel weak and rubbery in reaction - but the weight pressing down was almost too much.

"Don't fall flat on your face, you stupid cunt!" he snarled. "Take it all, damn you!"

She cowered at his harsh words but the feel of his prick moving gently inside her comforted the girl. She stiffened her arms and held up his entire weight.

"That's more like it. Now, shake your shoulders a little," he commanded her.

She obeyed and found her bra coming loose. Somehow, he had managed to unfasten her bra as well as unbuttoning her thin blouse. As she moved, she found the man's hands clamped firmly on her dangling tits. The suddenness of it sent a brand new thrill of delight into her youthful body.

"I... I like it!" she exclaimed, surprised at herself for admitting it to this man. She should have been hating every second of this forced sex. It was just the opposite.

She loved it.

"Yeah, thought you would," he said. His hips moved in slow, deliberate strokes. He was fucking her with languid motions.

The girl decided to ride along and enjoy it the best she could. And there was so much to enjoy!

She tried to sort over the feelings assaulting her body. The feel of the cock in her almost-virgin cunt was nice, too nice for words alone to fully describe. But there was more, so much more! The way the man's hands worked on her tits told her he was an expert at this type of lovemaking. He stroked down the soft slopes of her jugs until all the blood rushed to the very tips. Then he took the nipples between thumb and forefinger. Rolling the turgid pebbles of flesh around sent daggers of desire lancing deep into her chest. She told him how much she enjoyed it.

"I never felt anything so, ummmm, so gooood! The way your hands press into my tits really turns me on!"

"Yeah. Does all the little girls. But what about my cock? Like it?"

He jabbed forward to punctuate his question. She shoved her hips back to meet his thrust. The teenager quickly found that a little rotary motion was enough to give her a real thrill. His cock plunged deep into her newly reamed cunt but that wasn't enough for her now. She was becoming completely aware of her body, its responses and the ways she could indulge in even more pleasure. The cock fucking her was only a start towards ultimate pleasure. If she worked at it, she could give herself even more delight. Her hips caused his prick to corkscrew into her cunt from behind. The feeling of his rough jeans against her naked ass was a turnon. The throbbing prick delving far into her love channel sent tremors quaking into her body. But her own actions ground his crotch firmly into her butt. The prickly feel of his bush turned her into a sex maniac.

"Ungh! I... I need more!" she cried.

Her hips sailed back to meet his every thrust. He had begun fucking with more force. It wasn't enough. She had to have it all, then.

"Damn, but you're a tight one. Tight and hot. I can see why the teacher over there keeps you around." He began powerful piston motions into her body.

The girl grunted as she took each and every thrust. Everything was beginning to spin around. The room gyrated crazily and her body was a vessel filled to overflowing with joy. The cock fucking her juicy cunt and the hands fondling her boobs finally combined to ignite her fiery orgasm. A choked gasp, then her body went wild. Her hips wiggled around as if she were epileptic. Her head tossed up and down like a wild stallion trying to escape the bonds of a corral. Most of all, she gave the bookie a ride for his money. Her cunt walls tightened around his prick. He gasped in reaction. Then he really began fucking her. He had to. If he tried to remain quiet and enjoy the firmness of young pussy, he would have lost it.

Him, an experienced cocksman, blowing his load! That would have been too humiliating. He had to try to save face. It was hard. She was instinctively sapping his control with every movement of her body. As her hips swiveled around and around, she tried to jerk his prick out by the roots. Her cunt muscles were like a velvet-lined vise. Clutching frantically at the long prong inside her pussy, she tried to break it off. If it hadn't been for the gushing love juices lubricating her cunt and his prick, she might have succeeded. But the movement was enough to make the man gulp and swallow hard. He'd fucked the best and never had one of them gotten to him like this young teenager was doing. He rode her hard all through her orgasm, then vowed he'd get her off again as quick as he could. The man knew it wouldn't be long before he jetted out his slippery cum into her hungering cunt. One hand continued to stroke and fondle her ample boobs. He alternated from one tit to another now. First he rolled the hard little nipple around on her left tit until she groaned loudly, then he switched. He shoved down hard on the tip of her right tit. Trying to mash that mound of soft flesh to her chest was fun. The very attempt to mold her titflesh into a new and excitingly different form occupied his thoughts for several minutes. But no matter how hard he tried, the pliant young tit always flowed back into its original cone shape. The girl was going wild with ecstasy. The lances of delight searing her chest were magnified by his handling of her boobs. First a lightning bolt would touch the very nipple of one tit, then electrical joy would arc over to her other jug. She was kept guessing what he would do next. When he moved his free hand across her slightly domed belly and through the thick bush of her pussy mound, she tensed. An animal-like cunning had possessed her. She knew what he was going to do. While he fucked her, his hand drifted down to her go-button. He firmly flicked her pea-sized clit back and forth until her body simply wouldn't contain the excitement any longer. She came once again. If the first orgasm had been huge, this was even larger. Her universe shattered. She limply collapsed, head cradled by her arms. This shoved her ass up into the air and allowed him even deeper penetration of her cunt.

"Keep going. I... I, oh, oooohhh!" and she came again. She couldn't even tell him how much she was enjoying his fucking.

But that was pointless. He guessed her thrill at the feel of his cock. His prick accidentally slipped out of its well-greased slot with one of her frantic movements. And she was the first to complain.

"Damnit! Get your prick back in me! I want it soooo badly!"

"Don't sweat it, doll. It's all yours!" He had to use his hand to guide himself back into her juicy cunt. Bent over her body as he was, he couldn't see his intended target. His prick was something like a heat- seeking missile. He could home in on any cunt within range and spear it dead center. Usually. This was a decidedly unusual case. How many virgin pussies did he find in a year? He was so excited at the prospect - and what she was doing to him - he would have missed several times if his hand hadn't been lurking around her crotch.

"Can't believe this. So tiiight!" he moaned. The blood was pounding hard in his temples. His good luck in finding the teacher with such a foxy teenager was unbelievable. He'd have to hook the sucker some more if he had such great pussy to offer up in way of payment.

"Keep fucking, keep fucking my tight little pussy!" she begged.

"Damned small," he agreed. "But not poor, no way, not poor! But little!"

He felt his prick spreading her tightly puckered pussylips again and dipping deep into the velvety passage. If he'd fucked into a blast furnace, it couldn't have been hotter. And with the pressure all around his cock, he was certain a giant fist was crushing him. He loved it. She was almost paralyzed with the sensations smashing into her untried body. The girl knew this was something out of the ordinary. Just how good, she didn't have the experience to tell. With a supreme effort, she squeezed down powerfully on his prick as it vanished once again up her pussy. This was all it took to bring the man off. She felt his torrential outpouring of cum as his prick stiffened, then bucked about wildly as it fountained out spurt after spurt of cum. She took it all, wondering at the intense feelings it produced inside her. She came again while his cock was still dancing madly inside her pussy. Then, it was over. Weakened, she fell forward onto the floor. The rough rug irritated her face, but Buffy no longer cared. Her cunt burned with cum. Her cuntlips were rubbed raw from the fucking. Most of all, deep down inside, her cunt ached horribly. The full effect of having her cherry busted was catching up with her. Buffy was filled with sexual fulfillment, but the physical side of her lovemaking was just taking hold in her young body. She looked back at Andy. His cock looked silly dangling down, red and wilted. He quickly tucked it back into his jeans and smiled his evil smile at her.

"Damn good fuck, kid. You just bought your old man a little extension on paying off his debt." Andy Dufresne stood, nodded to Gil and then left.

Buffy turned and looked at Gil. The man was sitting on the sofa, his face a stolid mask. For the time, she couldn't read his expression. Whether he was shocked or glad or simply amused, she wasn't able to tell.

"Gil?" she asked, her voice quaking a little, "will he be back? Do you think he'll keep his promise?"

"Hmm? Oh, yeah. Andy is a straight shooter. As straight as one of those cocksuckers can ever be. I'll get my time to raise the bread. Hell, my paycheck will just barely cover it all." Then he looked at the girl on his rug.

His expression brightened and Buffy thought he was onto a brilliant scheme to get those men off his back. She asked, "Did you think of a way of paying them off? Without using your paycheck?"

"Yeah, Buffy, yeah, I think I have." He eyed her appreciatively and in a way she didn't especially like.

Still, though, she heard herself saying, "If there's anything I can do to help..."

Gil was answering, "There just may be. There just might be a way you can get me out of this jam." And then he laughed.

The next day's history class dragged by. Gil had told Buffy he wanted to see her after class. She could hardly wait. Thoughts of them sneaking off to his apartment and screwing again filled her head. That would drive away the dull ache deep in her gut.

The bell rang and Gil said, "Okay, class. Take off. Have a nice weekend." The last words were spoken to an empty classroom - empty save for Buffy.

"Come on up here, Buffy," he told her. "I want to know if you were serious about saying you'd help me out in whatever way you could."

Her heart in her throat, she answered, "Sure, Gil. Anything." And she meant it.

He silently unzipped his pants. His massive prick limply flopped out. He gazed down at it and then told her, "Suck it hard. Even better, suck me off."

"Here, in the classroom? But we might be seen!"

His grin told her he got off on that thrill of possible discovery. "Sure we might. But go ahead and do it! NOW!"

She almost jumped to his crotch to take his cock lovingly in hand. It pulsed weakly, not at all like the vibrant prick she'd had in her cunt the day before. But she'd change that in a hurry. If he wanted her to give him head, she'd give him the best blowjob ever!

Her lips closed firmly on the very tip of his prick. The plum-tipped cock began hardening the instant she kissed it. As she sucked in more and more of the length, she found herself with a growing mouthful of prick. No deepthroat expert, she had to back away as it hardened into its full ten-inch length.

"Go on," he urged. "Suck harder!"

She began kissing and licking the entire length of the now-rigid prickshaft. It was almost a holy relic for her. It was something to worship. This was the cock which had freed her from the bonds of childhood and awakened the woman in her loins. She loved it. She had to show him exactly how much she loved his tasty prick. Sucking it back into her mouth, she let her teeth drag over the sensitive sides. He groaned loudly but didn't complain. This spurred her on to even more active oral acrobatics. Her tongue flew around and around the very tip, massaging, stroking, lightly touching. When she tried to stuff her tongue down the pinprick hole at the end of his cock, both of them knew she couldn't succeed. It didn't matter. All that counted was the attempt. It gave them both a surge of pure, undiluted joy. Her knowledge of his excitement was transmitted by the added jerking and dancing around of the cock in her mouth.

"Keep going. And suck harder. I love it when you suck on my cock. Oh, yeah, yeah! That's the way, babe, that is itttt!"

She felt the rubbery tip of his cock bounce off the roof of her mouth. Not knowing quite what to do, she cradled his prick with her rough, pink tongue. He seemed to like this. Every time she wiggled her tongue, he groaned just a little louder. Once, she feared someone was coming into the room. The doorknob rattled just as the man emitted a particularly soulful moan of joy. She started to abandon her post at his cock but powerful fingers laced through her hair and kept her head planted firmly at his crotch.

"Keep sucking. Let me worry about us getting caught," he told her.

The words seared in the girl's ears. She couldn't believe the man would be so blatant about this. The thought of someone coming in just as she was taking the prick into her mouth added a certain thrill to the blow- job, however.

In spite of herself, she was getting hot at the possibility of someone - like the principal - discovering her giving her teacher head.

"You do it real good," he told her, his voice beginning to quaver a bit more than it had. The teenager knew she was really stirring the man's passions when his cock began to expand.

It had been large as soon as she took it fully into her mouth. With her tongue pressed sensuously against it, she could feel the excited blood throbbing hard in the fleshy length. The girth broadened and, though it hardly seemed possible, she thought the cock was actually growing longer. She sucked harder. The response was immediate. She had a mouthful of sweet cum. As the first gooey white rope of cum arched over her tongue and splattered into her tonsils, she was repulsed. This wasn't the way it should be. The cock should have been in her cunt, fucking her hard and long. Then she captured a little of the cum on her tastebuds. The savory taste was enough to convince her. She was addicted to sucking cock, sure. Now she had an added source of enjoyment - a man's cum.

"Ummm, goood!" she managed to mumble around the thick plug of prick in her mouth.

Her teacher could only moan and thrust his still spurting cock hard into her mouth. He was face-fucking her and she loved it. Her sucking became a thing of honor with her. She had to milk him of every single drop of his pearly cum. Greedy and hungry for cock, she licked and lapped up his cum until his prick melted and flowed from her mouth. A single drop of cum dribbled down her chin.

Gil looked down at her and said, "Be neater next time," but he smiled as he said it.

Buffy grinned up at him and let her tongue loop out to snare the blob of his cum. She eagerly scooped it up and slurped it into her mouth. A look of contentment came over her face.

"Goddamn, but you really enjoy that, don't you?"

"Sure, Gil. Anything with you is super!" The look on her face told him she wasn't just hyping him. She meant it.

"Well, if you'll do anything for me, I desperately need out of this jam with Andy Dufresne."

"I thought everything was okay, with him after... after I let him fuck me." The girl had a moment's fear that the bookie had gone back on his word.

"I... I made another bet. I lost." The forlorn look on Gil's face made Buffy want to comfort him. This betting thing was so bad! If only she could help him.

But how?

He told her.

"Look, Buffy. You know Big Brooks Stanford? The basketball star?"

"Sure. Everyone does. He's the reason Eight Mile High School is going to win the state championship. The big game tonight will get us into the finals." She sighed thinking about Big Brooks.

He earned his nickname - he was big. Almost seven feet tall, in fact. An idle thought passed across her mind as she wondered if he had a cock to match his height.

"I've made a deal with Andy. Some heavy betting has gone down on the other team. I want you to, uh, keep Big Brooks occupied so he'll miss the game tonight."

Buffy looked at Gil, barely understanding what he was asking of her. She agreed and was pleased at the relief on his face. Anything that could make him this happy was something she'd have to go through with. But how could she keep Big Brooks away from the game short of kidnapping him? Then it hit her what Gil was asking of her. He wanted her to seduce the basketball player, to have him fuck her. Nothing else would be incentive enough for the star player to miss such an important game. A shudder hit her. Then she looked into her history teacher's eyes. The pleading, the sorrow, convinced her. She'd do it. For Gil, she'd do it and to hell with the consequences.

Buffy had dressed up in a way she thought would surely catch Big Brooks's attention. The black stockings and the ultra-tight skirt and blouse, unbuttoned almost to her navel, would surely stop him in mid-stride. The attire had been getting all sorts of wolf whistles from virtually everyone else. It had to attract the basketball player. Otherwise, she'd be lost. And so would Gil Hadley. He'd told her Andy would kill him if Eight Mile High didn't lose the game. Big money had been bet on the underdog and the people doing the betting didn't like to lose. They got mean when they lost money. Finally, Brooks came striding out. Buffy caught her breath involuntarily. She'd seen the basketball player many times during games, but never up so close. He was a giant.

She was only 4'10, and he was almost seven feet tall! The twenty-six-inch difference made for a ludicrous combination, but Buffy steeled herself to make the pitch. She had to keep him out of the game tonight. If it took her body to do it, the price was cheap. She kept thinking of what would happen to Gil if she failed.

Hi Brooks!" she said, looking up at the player. "Got a minute?"

She threw her shoulders back a little more to press her tits against the already tight blouse. Her nipples appeared in relief on the thin fabric. It was immediately apparent she hadn't bothered to wear a bra.

"Sure, honey. For someone who looks as good as you, I got all the time in the world. What can I do for you?"

She coyly lowered her eyes and found herself staring almost directly into the boy's crotch. He was only eighteen, but her original speculations about the size of his prick came back to haunt her. If the mound in his jeans was any indication, he had one hell of a huge cock.

"Lots, I'll bet. Can we go somewhere more private?"

Brooks glanced at his watch, then said, "Sure thing. I got an hour or so before the coach wants the team here for the game. Think of a way to kill the time?"

"All sorts of ways I can see," she said. Her hand went out and wiggled into his pocket. She felt his prick quiver in anticipation. It began to harden into a real fucking tool as she lightly stroked it through the cloth of his pants.

"Do you go around picking up studs like this all the time? How come you've neglected me for so long?"

"Maybe I was saving the best for last. Tell me, do nice guys finish last?"

Brooks laughed a deep, booming laugh. "I hope so. With a hot one like you wrapped around my prick, I'll do my damnedest to finish last. Never did believe in the first come-first serve philosophy of fucking."

"Good." She guided him away with her hand. He came willingly. On impulse, she asked, "Do little girls pick you up like this often?"

"All the time. Something about being a star, maybe. Or it could be curiosity."

"What do you mean?"

"They all want to find out if my cock matches my height. It does."

"Show me."

He smiled. "Here's a good place."

He led her into the school again. The halls were deserted and he boldly pushed his way into the teacher's lounge. It was carpeted and had a large sofa.

"Here we are, babe. Nobody ever comes in here after 3:30 or so. We got it all to ourselves."

"And I've got you all to myself." The nervousness faded as she began stripping off her blouse. She was curious to see the player's prick.

He had bragged about its length. Her crotch was growing moist at the thought it was big and thick. It had to be a real pussy-pleaser. The couple buttons on her blouse were quickly undone and she stood naked to the waist in front of him. He whistled appreciatively and she threw him the discarded blouse.

"Here. Hold this for me. And I'll hold something of yours!"

She reached down and quickly pulled out his cock. It was her turn to whistle in surprise. He hadn't been lying. His prick thrust up a full foot long, maybe more. She simply couldn't believe it was so long, and it was as thick as his forearm! She would be disabled if fucked him, but she had to do it for Gil.

"Just wait till it gets really hard," he told her.

She didn't waste time on words. Her eager mouth clamped on the very tip of his prick. Sucking, she began working down the long shaft. It wasn't possible to take it entirely into her mouth. She had trouble with pricks only seven or eight inches long. Only a sword swallower could have taken his entire length without gagging. But she did her best. He was reduced to a moaning, begging mass of flesh in nothing flat. The way she kissed the sides of his erection, then took his hairy sac into her mouth and gently teased it with her tongue did the trick. He fell back on the soft divan and motioned her to climb onto his prick.

"Not yet," she said, conscious of the time. She had to prolong this fucking as long as she could. He had to miss the game. It wouldn't do to have him screw her, then split. She'd have the enjoyment of his cock, but Gil would be dead.

"Here. Take my hand." She gripped his thick wrist and pulled it to her leg. Guiding it up caused her to moan in counter-tempo with him.

"Hot damn!" he exclaimed. "You don't have any panties on!"

"No, Brooks darling, I don't. Just a garter belt to hold up the stockings. I wanted everything to be ready... for you!"

"Hot damn!" he repeated. "I'm sure as hell ready! And the way your cunt's juicing now, I'd say you are, too!"

Huge hands gripped her around her petite waist and hoisted her bodily into the air. She struggled a little. She wanted him to feel her up some more. A bit more cocksucking, and then... then she'd let him screw her. He obviously had other plans. She found her legs split wide on either side of his massive body. He was so tall, he didn't appear big. But he was. The boy was massive, all muscle and bone. He gently dropped her around his upward thrusting cock. She reached down and gripped his prick so that it was aimed directly at her snatch. As it touched her outer pussylips, a wracking shudder passed through her young body.

"Oh, Christ, I never thought it'd be like thiiiiis! Ohmygod, you're... HUGE!"

"Sure it is, babe. Big and thick and just right for your tight little cunt!"

The immense pole shoved harder into her pussy. Her hips began to take over. She felt her body swinging from side to side, corkscrewing down on his cock. The way he stretched her inner membrane made her shriek and cry out in abject pain. She hadn't thought he would be this big! He was really big. And she began to rejoice in his thickness when her young pussy accommodated the big prick. He completely filled her to overflowing. And more cock was coming in all the time. He was lowering her on his prickshaft. She didn't think it was possible for her to get all that impossibly long cock into her cunt. She was wrong. It felt as if she could swallow and taste cock, it was jammed so far up her gut, but she took every last inch of it. And then it was her turn to give a little pleasure in return.

Squeezing her cunt, she could feel every ridge, every fold, every bump on his jerking prick. She imagined she could even sense the thick vein throbbing wildly on the top of his cock.

"God, you're tighter than any bitch I ever fucked!" he sobbed out. The tears were running down his face from reaction. She almost laughed at him, then realized tears were streaking her own cheeks. This was getting to both of them in a big way.

Wiggling her ass a little gave a brand new sensation of pleasure. His cock nudged deeply into her deeply buried cervix. The motion caused his cock to burrow even deeper up her quim. Electric charges zinged back and forth in her belly and up her spine. The mere feel of his cock filling her as it did was enough to make her catch her breath. Her body threatened to climax at any instant. When he reached under her skirt and found her clit, that was all it took for her to blast off. She thrashed wildly about the impaling spike of cock. She began bouncing up and down. There was no worry about the cock slipping out of her cunt. Not with a prick this long! She got off twice more before she was able to control her body. The teenager had never believed only a long cock was needed for pleasuring a girl.

"I can't breathe!" he complained. "Feels like a giant sitting on my chest. You really take my breath away!"

She could see his massive chest heaving up and down. It wasn't enough that she was enjoying this. She had to give him enough to continue with her far past the time he was due at the game. Slowly, she lifted herself off his cock. With a lewd sucking noise, the cock slid from her cunt. When only a couple inches was left inside her cunt, she began sliding down his pole again. With the cock entirely in her, their crotches touching, she began swinging from side to side. This ground her bush into his. The sharp gasp and the massive jerk of his cock in her cunt told her he was getting a full measure of excitement from her tight pussy. She wanted to keep him on the hook. She repeated the motion. This time, her descent was faster. She gasped as the cock surged into her. It generated more friction than any man's cock ever had before. And all along the length of her pussy, that massive prick rubbed and caressed and stimulated her. He was touching her innermost pussy walls with his cock. And he wasn't missing a single square inch anywhere along the way! She tried to be cool about it and failed. The feelings he was building up in her young body were too much for her to control.

The girl had still another orgasm. And this time she strained the basketball player's stamina to the breaking point. As she was gliding down from her sexual high, she felt his cock begin to thrash around madly inside her pussy. The boy's giant twelve-inch cock erupting was similar to having a rifle stuffed up her cunt, then fired. The white bullets of his cum smashed into her tender inner tissues. She felt as if she'd sat down on a volcano and it was blasting hot lava into her belly. She shook as if she had some sort of erotic palsy, then abandoned herself. She fucked wildly, wantonly, up and down the entire length of his cock as he was gushing out his cum. She got off twice more before his prick dissolved inside her. Buffy smiled down at the prone boy. He was drenched in sweat. Bending forward, she carefully licked some of the perspiration off his face.

"That was too much!" he said, his voice husky. "I never found a cunt as tight as yours! I thought you were going to gobble me up!"

"I tried, honestly, I tried!"

"Yeah. But I better get a move on. The game's going to start in a while and I can't miss it. How about after the game?"

"Can't, Brooks. But what's wrong with right now? Another quickie?" She sidled down his body and began licking the cum off his prick. Even deflated it was bigger than most cocks she'd seen. Although her experience with men was definitely limited, she knew this had to be a monster of a cock.

"No, got to goooo, oh, shit, don't you start doing thaaat!" he begged.

He tried to rise but his body betrayed him. The girl's agile tongue was working all around his cock. She had unerringly found his balls and was tormenting them with the very tip of her tongue. Plying them back and forth, she soon had him erect again.

"Got to go, gotta!" he kept saying over and over.

When he finally left, the game was well into the second half Buffy learned later that Eight Mile High had lost by a mere three points. Big Brooks had been sorely missed. Buffy quickly left the school. The deserted hallways gave her the creeps. She was sure that the teachers were lurking behind the doors, just waiting to pounce on her. And she had this gut-level feeling that all of them had been watching her seduce Big Brooks. She smiled to herself at the thought. It didn't really matter, she decided. So what if they had been watching? She'd enjoyed the bout with the basketball player. Never in her thirteen years had she seen a prick so huge, so powerful. It had been quite an experience having it jammed all the way up her pussy. Buffy knew she'd willingly let Big Brooks fuck her any time he wanted. She also that, after tonight, he might not even be on the team. That didn't matter. They could take away his honor but no one could take away that huge twelve-inch cock. That was what she was most interested in. Ever since Gil had deflowered her, her body's demands for sex had been growing. No longer was she content to simply masturbate. She had to have sex with men having huge cocks. Gil had turned her into a nymphomaniac. The very thought of Gil waiting for her speeded her steps. She reached his apartment and boldly knocked. The gnawing hunger deep in her crotch was threatening to devour her. She had to have his cock plugged up her again. Only in this way could she drive out the demon of lust for a while. He came to the door, a smile on his face.

"Buffy! Come in, come in!" He kissed her full on the lips. She wanted to pursue this farther but he pushed her away. She saw why.

Andy Dufresne was seated on the sofa leering at them. Again, she felt the odd attraction-repulsion toward the bookie. There was something that appealed to her about him. He exuded an aura of raw power. He could do things, important things. Yet, he was a weasel of a man who was threatening Gil. She couldn't forgive him for that.

"Good job, doll. A damn good job. Big played for less than two minutes. Damn, but I never saw a coach so pissed off before! Good work!"

"I did it because Gil said you were going to do bad things to him if I didn't. Don't get the idea I'll do this for you again," Buffy said.

"Hey, don't get me wrong. This scam wouldn't work more'n once. Not with you, at any rate. I was just leaving. So you two can be alone." He grinned and said to Gil, "Don't forget what I told you. There can be good money in it for all of us."

"I won't do it. But..." his voice trailed off as he looked at Buffy.

"Yeah, man, you just think on it." And Andy left, laughing.

"What was that about, Gil? Me?"

"Sort of, Buffy. It's nothing, really. Let's celebrate. I made a killing tonight! I not only got back all my markers from Andy, I collected a cool grand more!"

"That's nice. Now that you're out of debt, are you going to stop? The betting, I mean?"

"Hell, baby, when I'm this hot, that's when I have to bet! My luck's improved since I met you! You're my good luck charm. Let me rub you a bit for some more luck!"

She liked the way he came to her, bent over her, firmly kissed her full on the lips. The teenager let her ruby lips drift open just a little. This was all the invitation the teacher needed. His tongue came into her mouth. For long minutes, their tongues entwined. She pushed his tongue out of the way and invaded his mouth. His saliva tasted sweeter than any wine. She thought she was getting drunk on it. When his tongue came and wrapped itself around hers, she began a slow, deliberate stroking motion.

Rough pink tongue fondling tongue, she pushed both their passions to the breaking point. Finally, Gil broke off the deep kiss and panted. "Even your mouth's hot! Come on. Let's get a drink and cool off a bit before we get hot again."

Buffy said nothing. She'd never been much of a drinker. On her first date, the boy had tried to get her drunk all that happened was she'd gotten deathly sick. The boy had never asked her out again. All he could talk about was her puking on the side of his car.

"Vodka okay for you? And bourbon for me." Gil quickly knocked back his drink and fixed another before handing the vodka to Buffy.

"I'm not much of a drinker, Gil." But she sampled the liquor and found it almost tasteless. It wouldn't be hard to get drunk fast on this.

"That's a vodka Collins. Tastes just like lemonade, doesn't it? Want another?"

Before she knew it, she was roaring drunk. She and Gil were soon naked and rolling on the floor, locked in each other's embrace. The slightest joke became hilarious. She couldn't stop herself from giggling when he began sucking on her tits.

"That's too much, Gil, just tooooo much!" she laughed. The man's mouth was tormenting her in new and wondrously different ways. She thought it might be partly the effect of the alcohol, but she was too drunk to really decide that for sure.

She laced her fingers through his long, black hair and pulled his face down between her ample jugs. He went "Brrrr!" and started licking up and down between her tits.

The sensation he created was almost painful in its intensity. If his tongue had been dipped in acid, it couldn't have given her greater stimulation. He worked up one snowy slope of her large titflesh and began sucking hard at her nipple. His lightest tongue-touch made her catch her breath. He was expert at bringing her passions to a fever pitch. He slowly lapped along a curving path down a cone and up the other, then pounced. He totally engulfed the entire tip of her other boob. He began working on the captured puffy nipple with his teeth. Not hard enough to hurt, only enough to stimulate, he ran his teeth back and forth over the ultra-sensitive nubbin. She thought she'd pass out from the erotic sensations smashing through her youthful, trim torso.

"My... my chest is on fire! It feels like it's filled with liquid fire and it's all pooling in my lungs!"

"Umph!" was all the answer she received. The man was too busy attending to those succulent mounds of titflesh. He wanted them crammed into his mouth where he could taste them. The flesh was slightly tangy with salt, the salt from her sweat. He licked it all up eagerly.

But he wanted those marshmallowy mounds of her knockers in his mouth. He tried to swallow one mountain of jug whole. He failed. For a thirteen-year old, she had more than ample tits. Her E-cup boobs were huge for a grown woman, but looked enormous on her petite 95-lb. frame.

"This isn't getting me anywhere," he complained, looking up at the girl. Her eyes had glazed from arousal. He decided it was time to go the route with her.

"Fuck me, Gil. I want to feel your lovely cock driving in and out of me. I want to feel it all!"

"Soon, doll, soon. Have another drink. And I'll be back in a second. I just want to get some things from the medicine chest."

She downed her drink, feeling it tingle all the way down her throat. She sighed and lay back on the carpet. Fucking on it seemed to be the best Gil could do. Of all the times she'd made it, she'd never done it in bed. She wondered if he would screw her in his bed.

Trying to stand proved more of a problem than she'd thought. Too much liquor betrayed her. Knees were too weak to support her and her sense of balance gone, the teenager had to be content with simply sitting on the floor. It struck her as incredibly funny.

"What are you laughing at, dear?" Gil asked, coming into the room with his safety razor and shaving cream.

"Oh, everything, everything," she said. "What the hell are you going to do? Shave?"

"Yeah. You."

"Me? I don't have a beard!" she laughed, stroking her chin, then reaching out to stroke his. "Neither do you right now."

"No, but you've got some hair that's got to go. Makes you seem too old for me." His fingers stroked across her auburn pussy mound, then gripped hard. He pulled and toppled her onto her back. Her bush was exposed to his eager gaze. Hands trembling, he stroked over the smooth, fleecy pubic hair until the girl asked, "Are you going to just look? Or are you going to do something... exciting!"

"Hush, child. I'm going to make you a helluva lot more attractive to a lot of men. Lean back and just let me work on your bush."

His hands drifted forward and he began diddling her clit. The sudden flash of delight that leaped through her made the teenager gasp for breath. She closed her eyes and just drifted with the feelings running wild in her belly. It was so good of him to do this for her. She loved him so! Anything he wanted, she'd give him.

"Ummm, wh-what're you doing?" she asked, feeling sudden warmth across her snatch.

Looking down, she saw her teacher applying a liberal coating of shaving cream. Her entire crotch was drenched with the frothy stuff.

"Just be quiet. I'm shaving your snatch."

The man's words didn't immediately penetrate the alcohol-fog blanketing her brain. She merely sighed and reveled in the warmth seeping into her most sensitive flesh. When the man began shaving her pubic hair off, she began to laugh.

"That's tickling me," she said.

"Almost done. Then... then, I'll give you a royal screwing you won't ever forget," he promised.

She shuddered in anticipation. That was what she wanted from him. This business about his shaving her bush was just... just what? The thoughts refused to come to her drunken mind.

A sharp intake of air caused her to open her eyes again. The teacher was licking his lips.

He said, "God, I never thought that would change you so much. You're just like a little girl now. No pussy fur or nothing! I... I gotta fuck you quick!"

She grunted as he threw himself full length on her body. His weight shoved her firmly down into the carpet, but it was his erect cock driving hard up her cunt that really excited her.

"Shaved cunt, by God, a shaved pussy!" he kept muttering over and over, his cock flying like the wind in and out of her cunt.

The friction mounted so rapidly the teenager wasn't able to fully handle her own emotions. She simply let the wondrous feeling of being fucked wash over her. She came, amid shrieks and groans of carnal delight. This was the way it should be. A man shoving his long, hard cock all the way up her juicy cunt. But not just any man. This was her man, the man she so desperately loved. For him, she'd do anything. Even let him shave her pussy. The full impact of what he'd done to her still didn't register on her brain. In addition to the alcohol, sex was now numbing her thought processes. The pleasurable sensations welling up from her cunt overwhelmed the young girl. She came again. Struggling against the spike of cock impaling her, she shoved her hips downward as hard as she could. It was suddenly important that she get as much of that prick into her as possible. Her fingernails raked long, bloody streaks on the man's back. Neither of them noticed. They were too busy enjoying the feelings building in their loins.

"Harder, deeper!" she gasped. Her fingers sought a grip on his broad back. She had to pull him down into her body. The only things mattering to her now were his cock surging back and forth like a piston in her well-greased pussy and the man's weight pressing her down.

His chest rubbed suggestively against her tits. The hair matting his chest tickled and tormented her nipples. Most of all, the weight of her teacher pressed her tits almost flat. It wasn't possible for him to permanently reshape those mountains of titflesh. He only succeeded in mashing them into her body, but that was more than enough to please the girl. He pulled himself erect then and looked down into her chocolate brown eyes. She was so like a small girl, a girl much younger than thirteen. He could imagine she was only ten or twelve. The size of her tits gave her away, but he was able to fantasize her to be much younger because of her shaven crotch. Looking down to where his prick vanished between her pinkly scalloped inner cuntlips, his was the only bush to be seen. She was nude, shaved as bare as any child of ten.

"Don't stop," she moaned from between tightly clenched lips. The feel of his cock inside her was her entire world. That was all she lived for. Without it, she'd surely go insane.

"Don't worry, darling. I'm just taking a good look at how beautiful you are. Even more beautiful now that I've cut away all that useless hair in your snatch."

"Ummm, oh, I don't care about that! All I care about is you! You and that fantastic prick! Fuck me now. Don't stop. Do it all night long!"

"Anything for you," he murmured. His hips didn't resume the exact tempo he'd used before. That was reserved for a more mature woman. This was a child, a mere babe in arms.

He drove his cock into her hot cunt with short, rapid strokes. He was ramming with thrusts designed to spark her inner fires and bring her the maximum amount of pleasure as fast as possible. He could string her out with slow, long and deep strokes or he could push her all the way to orgasm in a hurry. He wanted her to momentarily forget about what he'd done to her cunt. Pleasure would erase it all. The teacher was right. The girl was completely held captive by his prick. That was all she could think about. It was the center of her universe. As she arched her back, he rose up. With her legs locked around his waist, he was able to pull her ass up onto the tops of his thighs. She was completely bowed, her shoulders flat on the floor. Best of all, he could watch his cock going in and out of her shaved pussy. The man had to swallow hard to keep from losing all his carefully mustered control. The very sight of that naked snatch was enough to get him off. He fought the burning down. It was a slow tide pushing toward the end of his cock. He held it in check but knew it couldn't be restrained for much longer. The friction of his rapid fucking had already taken its toll on the girl. The warmth flooded through her cunt and blasted forth into her belly. She shoved her crotch down firmly onto his as she came. The number of times she soared on the winds of ecstasy was lost to her. She couldn't keep track any longer.

All that mattered was the fine sensation ripping through her. She rode one tidal wave of passion after another. The smoothness of her cunt was a brand new experience. As her cunt juice trickled out from between her tightly pursed pussylips, it lubricated her flesh. The feel of his bush rubbing across her naked skin was a brand new experience. For a girl of thirteen, she was being pushed to the limits of human pleasure. And she knew it. There couldn't be anything more pleasurable than the fucking she received from this wonderful man's cock. When his fingers pressed down across the stubble left by his razor, she shivered as if with cold. But it was a hot flash lancing into her. He had unerringly found the tiny spire of her clit. Giving it a good going over, he nudged her closer and closer to still another climax. His finger had circled around the base of the delicate nubbin. With a care she hadn't believed possible, he stroked all the way to the tip. Her arousal soared. It was almost impossible for her to catch her breath now. Everything he did to her was bringing her off.

"Like that, don't you?" His hand strayed from her clit and drifted across her pussy mound.

"Oh, yes, yes! And your cock! Keep fucking me! I'm burning up from it!"

"I just bet. I... I can't keep my cum in much longer. A - are you ready for it?"

"Yes, oh, yes!"

He continued stroking over her newly cropped bush as he levered his hips back and forth. The angle he was entering her caused a real strain on the base of his cock. She was so goddamned tight and hot and now the way he was getting into her conspired to rob him of his self-control. He lunged forward, his hips relentlessly hurling his cock into the yearning cunt. She groaned and he felt her soft, velvety cunt walls squeeze his buried length. That was all it took to pull his cum from his balls. He shot out rope after white-hot rope of cum into her pussy. It was as if the girl's cunt were milking him. Her muscles tightened, pulled and then relaxed in just the right way. Every single drop of his pearly cum was squeezed from his cock.

Afterwards, his cock shriveling he said, "If I hadn't popped your cherry myself, I'd 've thought you were the goddamnedest, youngest whore around. Never seen a babe who took to fucking as fast as you have."

She smiled sweetly. There was a radiance about her, the glow of a well- fucked woman. She said, "I had a good teacher."

Buffy was content to lie there on Gil's living room floor for a while. Somewhere along the way, the booze had burned itself out of her system. She was sober enough to know what he'd done to her. Her hand rubbed over her cunt. She shuddered in reaction. Her pussy mound looked so bare now. Buffy simply didn't understand why her beloved Gil had done such a thing to her.

"Why did you have to shave it off? I thought you loved the way my bush got all wet and juicy when we fucked?"

Gil swallowed the dregs of his bourbon and unsteadily headed for the bottle.

"I had my reasons, Buffy. You'll find out what they are real soon now. Would you like to go on into the bedroom?"

Buffy smiled. At last! She'd get to fuck him on his bed. Most little girls complained that was the only place their guy ever screwed them. She didn't know whether she was lucky or not that she turned him on so much they never got past the living room floor.

"Sure, if you'll keep me company." She idly rubbed over her bare pussy mound since that seemed to excite him as much as anything she could do.

"In a few minutes," he said looking at the clock. "In a few minutes."

She hurried off to the bedroom to await him and his cock.

Buffy raced to the bed and jumped on it like a small kid. She let the springs bounce her around, then flopped onto her back. She lifted her legs, feet planted firmly on the softly yielding surface to see what it would be like. She decided she liked it. The bed was ever so much softer than the floor, even with the carpet. Rocking back and forth, she found to her delight that she could probably get one hell of a good fucking just from the bed's spring action. She let out a low moan of anticipation and snuggled down into the bedspread. She was delighted to find it was made of fake fur. The softness of it caressed her back and ass. She wiggled a few times more to make a nice little depression in the bed. Buffy decided this was a damn sight better for making love than any old floor!

Gil came staggering in, bottle clutched in his hand. His face was a grim mask.

"What's the matter, Gil? Is anything wrong? I haven't disappointed you, have I?"

"No, nothing like that, kid. You're dynamite in the sack. For a thirteen-year old, you can't be beat."

The words cut her. She didn't want to be as good as any thirteen-year- old. She wanted to be the best ever. Nothing less would do.

"I'll try harder, Gil. Honest! I want to be better than any woman you ever had!"

"You will be if you keep up the practice sessions like you have been. No, it's not anything like that. You know I told you I made a thousand bucks off the basketball game?"

She nodded, not trusting her voice. She sensed what was coming and didn't like it one bit.

"I put it back into bets. And, well, I bet more than the grand. I lost close to two thousand."

"You told me you had the money." She was suddenly suspicious of him. This was a different tune he was singing than when she'd come in. But why should he lie to her? Didn't he love her as much as she loved him?

Sure he did!

"It's gone. And I owe a lot of bread to other bookies. Look, just this one time, will you help me out of a jam?"

"Tell me about it." She was thinking of the prior times she'd helped him. There didn't seem to be any end to the favors he asked. Yet, she couldn't really complain. Balling the basketball player had been great and even letting Andy fuck her hadn't been that bad.

In a way, Andy had touched something hidden in her. He'd stirred an elemental passion even Gil missed. But she put that out of her head. She had to concentrate on what her lover was saying.

"...there's this other bookie, see? And I owe him a bundle. He'll lay it off, maybe even forget it, in return for a very, very special favor. And that's where you come in."

She said nothing. Buffy wasn't sure she trusted herself to answer anything he said. She wanted to say no, but knew if she opened her mouth, her emotions would instantly answer yes for her.

"Okay. Ben's coming over and he wants to bang you. That's one reason I shaved your snatch. He gets off on young girls - very young girls, and that's easy for you to be, given your petite stature."

"What do you want me to do?"

He leaned forward and kissed her, his breath almost overpowering with the bourbon. "I knew I could count on you, darling. Ben wants to playact that you're his daughter. You act like you're his kid, then, well, then you just let him fuck you."

"That's it?" It sounded so easy.

"That's all there is to it. And it'll help me out of a big jam. A jam to the tune of a couple thousand bucks."

She couldn't believe Gil. It seemed incredible that any man would pay two thousand dollars just to screw his own daughter, or to screw someone pretending to be his daughter. But if Gil said it was true, it must be. He had no reason to lie to her. None at all.

"I'll do it, Gil. This one time only. You've got to promise me you'll stop betting, though. It's ruining your life."

"All right. For you, darling, I'll stop betting." She missed the cunning gleam in his eyes. He kissed her again and continued, "Want another drink before the old geezer gets here?"

"No. I'm okay. Just you..." Her words were cut off by a timid knocking at the door.

Gil hastily rose from the bed and blew her a kiss as he left the room. "Just go along with anything Ben wants and it'll be over quick."

Buffy wondered. She lay back letting the softness of the bedspread comfort her. The fur soothed her jangled nerves. It was ridiculous getting so uptight over having still another man fuck her. The idea of acting out a little scene when she didn't know the script was the thing bothering her the most. She needn't have worried. Ben supplied her with all the clues from the very instant he walked in the room. She looked up and saw a small, middle-aged man standing in the doorway. His hair was peppered with grey, a grey that Buffy thought was very dignified. In a way, it made him incredibly sexy. She moaned and rubbed over her snatch, deciding this might not be too bad a gig after all.

"What are you doing up so late?" the man demanded.

"Oh, nothing. I was just..."

"You were reading, weren't you? You were reading those dirty books I told you were forbidden. Don't lie to me!"

"Okay. I was." Buffy wondered if she should call him daddy, then decided against it.

"Show me the books. I don't want any daughter of mine reading such filth. And you only twelve years old!"

"Oh, Daddy!" the words leaked from between her lips. She quickly raced on, suddenly conscious of her nakedness. "I got rid of them. All of them."

"I think you're lying. My God, look at the shameless way you're exposing your lush, young body to me. Me, your very own father! It's a disgrace."

"Not really. I think I have a very nice body. Don't you like it?"

She sat up on the bed and took one tit in each hand. She pressed up from under the huge globes so that the nipples pointed at the man. He seemed to be reacting. She caught a faint movement in the area of his crotch. Smiling, she squeezed down on her nipples. They sprang rigid. The blood-red made startling contrast with the milky white of immense boobs. She swayed gently from side to side to make her tits bounce around and sway from left to right.

"Stop that! It's indecent!"

"But Daddy, I'm only twelve," she said. "How would I know what's indecent and what's not. Unless you show me?" she added for good measure.

He glided across the room and sat on the bed, only an arm's reach away from her. Quietly, he said, "I'm sorry, dear. I didn't mean to shout at you. I only have your best interests at heart."

She looked down at the huge mound at his crotch. That wasn't all he had in the way of interest, she decided. Moving closer, she rubbed her naked flesh against his arm. He didn't move but his breathing became ragged, uneven.

"Show me, Daddy."

His hands were trembling as he reached out. He took one of her tits in his hand. She shivered. The hand was icy cold. Still, she shoved her chest out so that he got a handful of succulent young titflesh.

"There? Is that better? You mustn't stay so far away from me."

"I love you so!" he muttered. "I... I shouldn't do this, but..." And then he kissed her full on the lips.

She immediately let her lips part just enough for him to thrust his tongue into her mouth. Once there, she held it captive between her pearly teeth. He moaned but she continued to gently chew on his tongue. Her own pink tongue worked against the tip of his. She fondled that tongue as if it were the tip of his cock. The only thing that mattered to her was getting the man excited. Her hand moved up his leg until it rested on his crotch. From the activity she felt under her hand, she didn't have to worry too much more about getting him hot and bothered. He was ready to fuck.

Pulling away, he said, "I love you more than life itself. But... but you're my very own daughter!"

Playing her role, the girl instantly responded, "But Daddy, love comes in so many forms. Must you just look? Can't you hold me close? In your arms?"

"Yes, yes!" he hissed. "I can do that!"

"I want you so!" And her hand begin unzipping his pants. For a moment, she thought he was going to protest. Then he seemed to relax a little and began to explore her lush young body.

"Your body! I can't believe you're my daughter. But the... the snatch. It's the snatch of a little girl."

She felt his hand gliding over the naked pussy mound. The tingling his hand generated echoed through her entire body. She wanted him more than she'd have believed possible when Gil had approached her with this idea. The whole incest scene turned her on. She found herself imagining that he was her father. It made things go a lot smoother and gave her a hell of a big turnon. Arms around each other, they collapsed to the softness of the fur bedspread. She moved her shoulders a little, both to get closer to the man she was pretending to be her father and to luxuriate in the sinful pleasure given her skin by the fur.

"Kiss me, kiss me all over," she whispered hotly in his ear. Then she started nibbling on the earlobe just enough to let him know she meant every word.

"Yes, yes! Your body is all mine. It sprang from my seed, and I'll give you the gift of my seed!"

"Yes, yes, ooohhh, yes, fuck me!"

He stiffened in her arms. For a split second, she thought she'd made a mistake. Moving quickly, she threw her leg over his and began rubbing her nude snatch on his pants leg. It was enough to get his mind off her momentary lapse. She'd have to be careful in the future. She shouldn't use such "bad" words. They weren't part of a ten-year old's vocabulary - at least, not his ten-year old ideal's. She wrapped herself totally around his leg and began rubbing faster and faster. The thrill it gave her was indescribable. Every time she slid down his leg, her pussylips were pulled wide open. As she moved her hips up his leg, her entire sex gash was treated to lingering touches. When he began raising and lowering his leg, giving her added pressure on her snatch, she found she could no longer speak coherently. The only sounds coming from her lips were sounds of undiluted joy. This was the life. She didn't care if he pretended she was a garbage collector. As long as he fucked her.

"Take me, Daddy, take me with your long... thing!"

She almost made the mistake of asking him to fuck her with his long cock. That would have spoiled the atmosphere. ten-year olds didn't ask their fathers to fuck them.

"Yes, dearest, yes, I will, I will!"

His hands were more and more insistent. He clutched at her asscheeks. Pulling them apart gave the teenager a pang of pain which passed quickly. Then the finger exploring her firm young ass found her ass. The finger dipped down and into her ass. She surged forward against the man. She felt tears running down her face. The sensations running wildly through her gut needed to be put to rest with a long cock. The finger was only stirring her sexual appetites to the point where she'd do anything.

"Stick it in! I need it in me!" she begged. Her legs drifted apart in wanton invitation to his prick.

She felt the man's cock against her shaved pussy. Her hips seemed to obey their own instincts. She began rubbing up and down on his prick. She needed it inside her, but this was the next best thing. Hesitating over actually touching it, the girl used her body to convey the aching need she felt. The man seemed to know what she felt. He reached down between their bodies and started stroking across her cunt-mound. He seemed to come alive at the feel of the hot, fevered flesh that had once been under her pubic hair.

"Oh, daughter mine, I love you! And now, take this gift! I'm going to give you my seed! I'll plant it in you."

"Plant it deep!" she cried. Her hand closed over his and guided him along her well-greased cuntlips. His hand was shaking. At least, she thought it was his hand that quivered so. It might have been hers.

Rolling over onto her back, she moved her legs as wide open as possible. His hand was still covering her sex gash. She managed to get him to shove a finger up her cunt. In a few seconds, his entire hand was moist with her pussy juice.

"Isn't that so much nicer than up my ass? Go on, Daddy, give me your gift. Your daughter wants her present from you right now!"

He heavily turned and crushed her down into the bed. His face was flushed with exertion, with excitement. His breath was a hot gale exciting her. Every time it swirled around her turgid nipples, she felt a new thrill.

"Hurry, hurry!" she urged. "I can't wait for you!"

"I am cumming, cumming, ohhhh, ummmm, yessss!" he sighed as he gently penetrated her body. Buffy gasped as she felt his cock slithering into her pussy. The gentle way he entered her almost took her by surprise. She had become used to the forceful fucking, the sudden intrusion all the way up her cunt. None of that with this man. He was treating her as if she were his very own daughter being fucked for the first time. The girl decided to go along with it. The difference in lovemaking styles was amazing to her.

"Go on, move, move, MOVE!"

He moved. At first, he fucked her with deliberate strokes. She felt his cock fully inside her. She simply lay there and let him do his thing. She tensed her cunt muscles just a little and felt the thick, broad purpled head of his prick. But that was only part of the pillar of prick fucking her. The sides were rippled with skin moving gently back and forth, stimulating both of them as he moved. She'd never been fucked by a man with a foreskin still intact before. The way it bunched up around the head of his cock gave her a tiny tremor that shot into her belly. As he pulled back, the man had a way of giving her a little twitch. He didn't jerk or yank yet the effect was the same. He was telling her how much he cared for her, how much pleasure he could give with his prick.

"Faster, ohhh, give it to me faster, harder! Treat me rough!"

"Yes, my little one, yes, I will!"

And he began working faster in her cunt. His prick began to surge in and out of her, fucking her good. She couldn't complain about his cocksmanship. He was playing her like a fish on a line. He built up her passions to the point where she felt she'd cum, then he eased off. Before she could complain, he started in with a new and wonderfully different method of stimulating her. He moved from diddling her clit to stroking over the smooth mound of her sex, then reached under and squeezed down firmly on her tight ass. Just as she became super-excited from one area's stimulation, he quickly moved on and began letting her know the full thrill of having all her erogenous zones turned on at the same time.

"I... I'm cummiiing!" she shrieked.

"Yes, my dear, yes, yes!"

And she came amid shouts and thrashing on the bed. She felt her ass grinding down into the bedspread. That tickled and pleased her. His hands were working on her asscheeks. He was rhythmically gripping and releasing them. Her skin burned from his touch. The point where he got to her most was her cunt. His cock was well- trained. He found each and every nerve the entire length of her pussy. His prick brushed and rubbed and fondled the soft folds of her pussy walls. Then his hips exploded in a wild frenzy of activity.

He was fucking her with all the strength in his body.

As she cried out, "Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me!" he came.

This ignited another orgasm in her loins. They locked together in mutual climax as his cum spewed into her eagerly awaiting cunt. She sucked every single drop of his cum from his dick as they rolled over and over on the bed.

When it was over, she clung weakly to him, saying, "That was the best... ever. Thank you!"

"What?" he roared. "What do you mean? I'm the first! I won't have any daughter of mine turning into a slut!"

She turned surprised eyes to him. He stood, zipped his pants and walked from the room, a curious dignity about him. Buffy realized she had blown the entire aura of his fantasy world. She'd brought him down to the realization he'd fucked a girl, a girl who only said she was his daughter to please him.

Gil came bounding into the room, a smile cutting his face virtually ear to ear. "You were great, darling! He bought it!"

"Oh, no, Gil! I goofed! I botched it at the end!" She clutched at him, sweet tears staining his shirt.

"That's okay. It's all right. Just be cool. He bought the whole nine yards, I tell you. There, there. I'll make it right."

And he began to strip off his clothes. They made love till daybreak.

Buffy dragged through classes the entire day. She simply wasn't used to being up all night and having Gil up all night, too.

As she came into Gil's history class - the last of the day - he told her, "Buffy, I've got to talk with you after class. Don't run off. This is important."

"Sure, uh, Mr. Hadley." She'd almost slipped and called him Gil. With that gossip Eva standing beside her, it was a good thing she'd remembered in time.

As it was, Eva said, "Boy, are you ever getting chummy with him. A real teacher's pet."

"What do you mean, Phyl?"

"Hell, anyone can see the look in your eye when you gaze on our oh-so- muscular history teacher. Got a thing going with him? Is putting out the only way you could pass the course?"

"Don't be gross," Buffy snapped. She stalked off and sat in her desk. It had come very close to home. The girl wondered how many others in the room guessed what was going on between her and Gil.

For most of them, they wouldn't have cared one iota. But Eva - she was a gossip and loved to be the one to start rumors. In this case it wouldn't be a rumor. It would be the truth. Buffy settled down into her seat and slumped, waiting for the hour to be over. Whatever it was that Gil wanted to talk to her about sounded important. She just hoped that Andy Dufresne wasn't coming around hounding him for money again. She thought about the small bookie. Try as the girl might, she couldn't simply dismiss Andy as an evil man. There was something about him that was more dignified than a mere bookie. He had the carriage of a man of some means, yet insisted on acting like something that had crawled out of the gutter. Buffy didn't understand him. Not at all. Finally, the class was over and she almost ran to Gil. He held her at arm's length until the last of the students had left.

Then, he said, "I'm glad you'd see me. It had me worried."

"Worried? Why, darling? Because of the other night? You think that did something to break us up? How can you be so wrong? Wasn't it just great between us when I left?"

"I thought you'd had the chance to realize what you'd done," he said lamely. "I'm glad you don't hold it against me." The cunning look had crept back into his eyes.

"What do you want, Gil? I can tell when you take that tone. You aren't in debt to Andy again, are you?"

"Not exactly, but I do need to get some money ahead. But, this time, darling, it'll be for us. I intend to spend it all on a surprise for you."

"What do you want me to do?" Her tone was chilly. There was something about asking her to go out and earn the money for her very own present that irritated the girl.

"Don't be mad at me, Buffy," he pleaded. "I've got almost all the money I need for, well, I'll tell you. It's a brand new car. Just for you. A sports car."

"Green! Is it green, Gil?" she squealed. She'd been wanting a car but her parents had forbidden it. They said she was too young, that she could wait another couple years.

A couple years seemed like an eternity to the thirteen-year old. Now here was her lover offering her the very thing she wanted more than anything else in the whole wide world!

"Green, sure it's green," he said.

"Oh, Gil, how can I thank you - and forgive you. I thought you'd been betting again. I should have known. What do you want me to do?"

She was momentarily aghast when he told, her, then she brightened and realized that this was for both of them.

"What do you think, Red?" the black man asked his red-haired friend.

"I think I like the scenery just fine, Neil. And I'll just bet you do, too."

Buffy felt like a side of beef going up for auction. The two men weren't unattractive. In fact, the redhead was sort of cute. But the idea of both of them having her at the same time repulsed her. She wished she had told Gil to forget it. There were any number of ways of getting the rest of the money together for a car besides charging these two for the privilege of balling her.

"Yeah, I like it better 'n most I see. What do you want. The front or the back door?"

Buffy wondered what the two were talking about. They knew she was in the room. They just seemed to ignore her, though. It was as if she were of absolutely no importance to them. She didn't much like it but had to go along with it. Gil wanted it. And what Gil wanted, she'd try to deliver.

"So what's it going to be, you two?" she asked. "What's happening?"

"The babe's asking what's happening. Hey, I like that," said Red. "I like that real good. I'll take the front, I guess. I'm sorta hard up for a little pussy."

"Sure looks little, too," leered Neil.

Both men began stripping off their clothes. Buffy stood stock still waiting for some indication of what they expected from her. She was as much in the dark as it was possible.

Then Red snapped, "Come on, babe. Get naked. Quick!"

She began undressing. When she slipped out of her panties, Neil let out a low whistle of appreciation.

"Goddamn, look at that! She ain't got no fur on her pussy! Shaved clean, she has. I think we're gonna get our money's worth. I really do, this time around." He cackled like a hen and swiftly finished getting out of his pants. He carelessly tossed them aside.

In spite of herself, the girl had to stare openly at the sight in front of her. Neil had the biggest, blackest hardon she'd ever seen. His cock looked like a huge pillar of ebony. She found herself almost drooling at the sight. She couldn't help wondering if he could use such a fine-looking tool.

"See, Red. All those little girls go for a big, black prick."

"And that's why they go for you, I guess. You're about the biggest and blackest prick I know!"

Both men laughed, then advanced on the frightened girl. She simply didn't know what to do with both of them. The men sported raging hard- ons. She wanted to flee, but she knew that wasn't possible any longer. She was trapped in the same room with them. The only way out was for them to do to her whatever they wanted. Then, maybe then, she could escape. Till then, she'd simply have to relax and ride with their perverted desires.

"Wh-what are you going to do to me?" she asked, her voice breaking from the nervous strain.

"The little girl with the shaved pussy wants to know what the two of us are going to do. You want to tell her?" Neil looked to Red who only shrugged. The black man continued, "Okay, little girl. We're both gonna fuck you... at the same time. My friend here is gonna take you up that invitingly naked little pussy. And me? I'm a back door man. I like to fuck little girls up their ass. You got a real nice lookin' ass, you bet!"

The girl felt gooseflesh breaking out all over her body. She didn't want the black man fucking her - and certainly not up her rear. That was obscene, perverse!

"No, look, this is all a mistake. I can explain."

"You explain nothing, girl. We know why we're here. So do you," said the redhead. "We're all going to have a fun time!"

His hand circled her upper arm and gripped hard. She squealed but couldn't escape. He was simply too strong for her.

"She's a real vixen, Neil. Fighter. I like 'em feisty. Come here, you little cunt!"

He pulled her to his chest. She felt her tits flatten against him. It wasn't possible for her to force herself away from him. No matter which way she turned, he was there. Then she noticed the hard rod pressed between their bodies. She looked down and saw his erection. The tip of the cock was pointed directly at her face. For an instant, she hesitated. What was so bad about him stuffing that huge prick up her cunt? It wasn't as if it were something new for her. She'd taken all sorts of men's cocks and enjoyed all of them. None as much as Gil, sure, but it wasn't as if this were punishment. If it was, it was the nicest punishment in the world! She relaxed just enough for Red to bend his legs, then straighten up. His cock soared directly up and between her legs. He speared deep up her cunt. The sudden intrusion into h