After-School Program

by Trancender (trance_ender@hotmail.com), with thanks to

Madame Cecilia for the opening and inspiration

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A mother remembers the first 36 hours of her Initiation into the world of debauchery. A tale of incest, young erotic love, pregnancy and depravity.

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(Ava: Mom?

Jess: What, baby?

Ava: Will you tell me about the After School Program today? You've promised you would!

Jess: You're right, baby. After all, it's almost time for you to be enrolled - or 'initiated' as they call it. C'mon - snuggle a little closer - that's right, stroke Mom's pussy as I talk - it inspires me ... )

I was born here and have lived here all my life. As you know, it's a small town; an everyone-knows-everyone kind of place. The only thing that makes Grinnel unique for me is the “After-School Program”. Everyone knows about it. No one talks about it. No one really knows when it started. Most of our parents went; their parents too.

In order to go to the “After-School Program”, you first have to go through “Initiation”. In my day, every female in our town went through it when she turned 14. Every male went in when he turned 14 or when his oldest sister turned 14, whichever came first.

Here’s how my own “Initiation” went:

The After-School Program still meets at least once a week, I think, in whichever basement everyone ends up in. On my 14th birthday a meeting was planned for right after school at Ryan & Ashley’s house. Ryan was my brother’s best friend and his parents worked out of town so they wouldn’t be home until late. School got out early. It was written on the official schedule as teacher in-service but everyone knew what it was really for: My Initiation!

My brother, Jeremy, met me at my locker as soon as the bell rang. Even though he was only 16, he had been going to the After-School program for 3 years, ever since our sister Allison turned 14. “Come on Jess. You don’t want to be late for your Initiation.”

“I’m coming,” I whined but blushed when the double meaning hit home.

We really didn’t say anything on our way over to Ryan’s but the tension was thick in the air. Jeremy could hardly sit still. I could see a definite bulge in his jeans. When we got to Ryan’s there were at least a dozen cars in the drive.

“Looks like a good turn out,” Jeremy sighed. A boy’s reputation rested on the turn-out at his sister’s Initiation. If he was popular, everyone wanted to initiate his sister. I was pleased so many of Jeremy’s friends came to my Initiation.

As soon as we stepped inside Jeremy was ushered off to another room. I was taken to the middle of the game room. Several of the guys from the football team were sitting around. Ryan stepped up next to me and a silence fell over the room.

“Gentlemen, as you well know, we are here today to initiate Jeremy’s little sister, Jess.”

The room exploded in hoots and hollers. Some of the guys were making obscene gestures and saying nasty things but I knew I was not to pay any mind to them. Jeremy had chosen Ryan as my “guide” so I only paid attention to him. He would assure the best experience for me.

Turning to me he said, “Jess, do you come to us today of your own free will, and with no hesitation, to be initiated?”

“Yes,” I replied in a soft voice. I knew the gravity of the situation.

“And do you agree to participate and have your ceremony video-taped?”

“Yes,” I breathed.

Once the formalities were taken care of, girls were given a pill that was supposed to both relax you and make you hot at the same time, to help them relax and enjoy their first time.

“Present your tongue and receive your Initiation”. I opened my mouth and a small white pill was placed on my tongue. I was given a small paper cup of wine to help me swallow the drug. I sighed and closed my eyes.

Opening them again, I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned to see Jeremy approaching. He was naked and his cock was jutting out in front of him like a sword. A fair enough comparison since he was there to slice through my cherry.

The reality of it all hit me then: I was about to join the After-School Program, the notorious teen sex club. A fair percentage of the girls in town were raised by their folks to be complete sluts. The sons of the families got the privilege of de-flowering their sisters before passing them off to anyone else who wanted them. In return, he got to fuck any of the other teenaged female members in town - boy members, too, if they swung both ways. At least once a week the boys would get together and collect whichever girls they could find and have a huge orgy.

Today was my turn to join the ranks. The drug seemed to be taking affect, as I felt my loins were burning. I saw Jeremy and knew I HAD to have him. I didn’t know why but I wanted to feel him inside of me. I opened my mouth but before I could say anything Jeremy stepped up, grabbed my hair and shoved his cock down my throat. I felt his fingers in my hair and opened my jaws wider to allow him better access to fuck my face. I knew that was what he was doing; slamming back and forth, deeper and deeper. It wasn't a sweet BJ he wanted, but a face-fuck. Later I would learn the reason he didn’t blow his load right then and there was the cock ring he had wrapped tight.

I opened my eyes when I felt the cock slip from my lips. I could see the camera preserving the moment but I didn’t care. I just wanted MORE. Jeremy looked down at me and winked. I felt his hand run down across my back as he stepped behind me. I had worn my cheerleader outfit like Jeremy had asked me to. I felt hands under my skirt. I felt cold metal against my skin as the scissors cut through my panties. They were snipped from me and thrown to the floor as my legs were spread. One of the guys close to my head held my face close to his thigh as I felt pressure against my moist cunt lips. I opened my mouth to cry out as I felt Jeremy’s cock slice through me but again found my face stuffed with cock. I sucked it deep as I was expected to and soon fell into a gyrating rhythm with Jeremy.

“Damn, man, your sister is quite the hot little piece of ass,” one of the guys said as I started swaying back and forth between Jeremy’s cock and the one in my mouth.

“Wait ‘til you feel this tight cunt,” I heard Jeremy moan. The rules of Initiation were clear. A boy got first dibs on all of his sister’s orifices. Once he had the pleasure of being there first, the hole was open to whoever wanted to use it. By the end of her Initiation, a girl will have been fucked over and over again, in EVERY hole she has.

“Come on, man. Don’t bogart it!” the same boy cried out.

“I’m moving. Just give me another minute. Ryan, are you getting this?”

“Every sloppy stroke. Damn, Jess is a natural.”

With just a couple more strokes, Jeremy pulled out of my cunt. If I hadn’t been on my third blow job, I would have protested. I was REALLY enjoying the ramming he was giving me but I had nothing to worry about. I would have more than my fill before the night was over. By the way, I had surprisingly little blood flow from losing my cherry, and not that much pain. Guess I was pretty ready for what would be my new life.

Someone from behind began rubbing something slippery between my ass cheeks. They rocked me side to side to spread it around and then my ass was spread wide. I felt the pressure and then, POP, my ass was no longer virgin. Once Jeremy relinquished his place in my cunt the line formed. One after another the young men jockeyed for position between my tender thighs. Was it painful being double fucked over and over so soon after losing my cherry? Oh, baby, it sure was - but I couldn't have stopped myself from craving it all, even if could have stopped the boys. I could feel each and everyone explode inside me, one after the other. Jeremy kept slamming my ass hard as each of the guys pounded my cunt only seemed to take ten or twelve strokes before they blew their loads inside my now-reeking snatch.

“Come on Jeremy. You KNOW I like a nice tight ass. Give her over,” I recognized Ryan’s voice. He had been waiting for his ride in the saddle but his patience had worn thin. At his pleading, Jeremy backed out of my backdoor without having cum once yet.

I knew what was coming next. Even though I had sucked a half dozen cocks already, none of them had cum in my mouth. That honor was reserved for my brother. The room fell silent as Jeremy took his place before my mouth. He stepped up and I opened wide. I swallowed him deep just as Ryan cut loose the cock ring. Jeremy blew a huge load down my throat and I got every drop. As he pulled out the new camera man got a close-up of his cum running down my throat.

Once Jeremy stepped back, the anarchy of the Initiation rules took over and I was under full attack. I had cocks coming and going from every angle. I thrust one way as another came at me from the opposite. I was in heaven servicing all of Jeremy’s friends. I couldn’t get enough. Even when the last one dropped from exhaustion, I wanted more.

“Please, Jeremy? You can fuck me again, please? I want more. I want to be the best slut ever,” I boasted.

Ryan looked at Jeremy and said, “You know, there’s only one cock she hasn’t had.”

“Please!! Please Jeremy - Ryan, let me have more!!”

Jeremy shrugged his shoulders. “Don’t you even want to know who it is?”

“I don’t care!! I just want to fuck him!”

“You heard her. Bring Buster in. Jess, get down on all fours and close your eyes.” I did as he told me, and spread my knees wide for a doggy-style fucking. Boy - if I'd only known.

I squealed when I felt Buster’s tongue slide across my swollen pussy lips. I tried to turn my head to catch a glimpse of Buster but another cock slid between my lips. I felt a large weight press down on my back and the damndest noises coming from behind me, but I blanked all that out as I felt the head of Buster’s cock against my cum-dripping cunt as the hard cock in front slid down my throat. It was all I could do not to scream as Buster’s cock split me in two. It was a good thing I had my face stuffed with cock or the neighbors might have gotten an earful. Buster got a few pussy ripping strokes in before the cock in my mouth exploded and I was finally released to turn and see who was assaulting my pussy.

I didn’t know what to think when I got a look at Buster. He was a mid-sized Great Dane! Jeremy came close to my ear and whispered, “You can stop if you want. No one has ever fucked Buster before.”

“NO!! DON’T STOP!” I screamed. “I LOVE the feel of his huge cock ripping me apart!”

“That’s my little sister,” he said, pride coloring his words.

“Man you HAVE got to see this,” I heard from behind me.

“What is it?” Jeremy asked as he stepped behind me.

“Look at all that cum sliding out of your sister’s snatch as Buster fucks her. What a waste.”

Jeremy hollered at Ryan. “Hey bud where is your sister?”

“Upstairs, playing with some of her girlfriends.”

“When was the last time you fucked her?”

“Not since yesterday.”

“Why didn’t you fuck her this morning?”

“We were late for school. She blew me off on the way in.”

“Well let’s go get her. She needs to be here.”

While I stayed downstairs fucking Buster for the enjoyment of the other guys, Jeremy and Ryan went upstairs to get Ashley.

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("Mom? All this happened, like, twenty years ago, right?"

"Actually fifteen, Ava, but it feels like yesterday." I looked into my eleven-year-old daughter's beautiful bronze face with the incongruous blue eyes, like mine. She was gorgeous, with auburn hair leaning toward black, and breasts protruding no more than an inch, but with puffy nipples the size of ripe raspberries. I knew that because they were right before my eyes. Yes, we were lying naked together, as we always are when I tell her stories about my past, and now about the After School Program. I wanted her to know everything, because she was only a few weeks away from her birthday, and since my day, the matriculation age had been lowered to twelve.

"Let me tell you what happened after my Initiation. Then, if you're good ... "

"You'll finger me to sleep?" she pleaded with excitement.

"We'll see," I said, knowing I wouldn't miss it for anything - and hoping by that time that her brother wouldn't be too deeply asleep to welcome a goodnight fuck from Mom.

"Here's what happened ... ")

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Later that night, after the incredible Initiation orgy, Jeremy and I lay together in my bed, his

beautiful cock buried to the balls in my tender pussy. I finally understood that old saying, "it hurts so good!" I didn't care how much I ached: I knew my need for dick would always be more powerful than any pain I'd feel, and that a little pain would always be an added treat.

"Oh, Jeremy, fill me up again ... I want your cum so bad!" I moaned, but he stopped my talk with a kiss, to keep the whole house from hearing me in heat.

He broke the kiss and lay still on top of me. "Don't stop ... don't ever stop fucking me," I moaned.

"Jess, we gotta talk." I clenched my pussy on his rigid cock. "I mean it, Sis. You got so caught up in fucking everybody this afternoon that we couldn't finish telling you all the rules and precautions we gotta take in the Program. Are you listening to me?"

"Yes, yessss - just don't pull out - ok?"

"Ok. Here's the deal - you can fuck anybody you want, as long as they're in the Program. Got it?"

"Sure - but what if I just get horny and nobody's around?"

"Jess, just get to a phone and call one of the kids. There's dozens of us ready to fuck a friend, any time."

"But why? I mean, why so strict?"

"STDs, Jess."

"What? What's that?"

"Christ, Sis, have you been sleeping through Sex Ed class in school? Sexually Transmitted Diseases - clap, syph, herpes, AIDS. Remember that now?"

"Oh shit, Jeremy - I had so many cocks in me today ... what if one of them got me ... sick!? Pull out of me NOW, Jeremy - I'm scared!"

He just laughed at me. "That's why we keep it all in the Program. All of us are safe."

"How do you know that?" I asked, worried that he hadn't pulled out of me, but secretly thrilled that he hadn't.

"Because, stupid, we keep our fucking only in the Program - I told you that. And once a month, every member visits Dr. Reid to get screened and cleared. That's one of the rules for you now, too."

I thought for a minute and said, "Well, how do you know new members aren't full of disease, too? Like me? How do you know?"

"Cause big brothers and sisters have kept an eye out for kids like you. We know you're mostly all virgins when you get initiated."

I said teasingly, "How do you know I was, smarty," giving his prick a pussy squeeze. He gave me a nice jab in response.

"Hey, even if I didn't know, I knew it today, when I popped your cherry - actually all three of them."

"Huh?"

"Your pussy AND your mouth AND your ass. You were cherry all the way, Jess. And now, just shut up Sis - I'm getting close ... oooooh"

Just before I lost my mind to my orgasm (yes, you silly girl - I came the first time I was fucked, and I've squirted every time since!), I pushed his shoulders and said, "Oh, fuck, Jeremy - I could get pregnant! I could BE pregnant already! STOP!!"

But it was too late. Jeremy froze, deep inside me, and blew another sweet load of sperm into my stretched, slightly sore and sloppy cunt. I don't mind telling you it took me over the top and I shook with an earthquake of an orgasm.

When we'd both calmed down, Jeremy said, "Damn, Jess - I had no idea you'd turn out to be such a natural slut. We've gotta work on your blowjobs a little, but Christ - you're amazing."

I was flattered, and (dear God) more than a little in love with my sixteen-year-old brother! I said, with not a little jealousy, "Better than Ashley?" but before he could reply, I remembered what had scared me.

"Jeremy - what about me getting pregnant?!", and as I asked that I had an evil wish that I could have my brother's baby - but remembered that if I was knocked up now, it could have been any one of about 15 guys who did it, and that scared me again.

Jeremy was quiet for a minute. "You're right, Jess, this was pretty risky today. When was your period?"

"How do you know ... " I started.

"I know you've been a woman for six months, baby." I loved that he called me that.

"Well, I'm due for one any day now. Am I ... safe?" He laughed again.

"Jess, you're as safe as possible - if you'd been listening in Sex Ed you'd know that."

"But - I know I'm NEVER going to stop fucking now - not even for a day. What ... what do the other girls do?"

"Dr. Reid'll handle it. I'll take you there tomorrow. You'll get fitted for a diaphragm, like Ashley and all the others. It's cheaper and more discrete than the pill. Almost as safe, too. And you'll get your first pussy checkup then, too."

"Wow. How come this doctor is so helpful?"

"The doc gets certain - side benefits from it all."

"Like what?"

"Plenty of pussy, for one thing. And cocks, too."

"You mean he's - what is it, bi- something?"

"Bi-sexual. Yes, she is."

"SHE?!"

"Yup. A real pussy and cock hound. I can't lie, Sis: She ain't beautiful and she ain't young, but we couldn't have a Program without her, so it's worth doing anything she wants. She's even helped out when there's been an accident."

"What, like car crashes or ... "

"No, pregnancies. There have been a few. She does the scraping and nobody's hurt."

All this news was overwhelming. I wasn't sure what I'd gotten into - not that I had any notion of baching out of the the Program.

Jeremy sensed my unease and said, "Look, Sis - all we want is to fuck everything we can, human or animal, right?" I remembered Buster's huge dog dick in my cunt and shivered with delight. I knew I'd try that again, and wondered what it would be like to suck him off. "All these health rules are to keep us safe, so we CAN fuck non-stop. It's a small price."

Jeremy was right. I'd do anything to not lose my new-found slut's life. "Ok, bro," I cooed. "Take me to the good doctor tomorrow. But tonight, you've gotta fuck me again. Hmmmm?" I squeezed his flaccid dick in my right hand.

"Jess, you've about drained me. In the morning, ok?"

I wasn't about to let it go that easily. "Hey, you said I needed work on my blowjobs. Let me do some homework, huh?" and before he could answer, I was between his legs, munching on his dick, laving the purplish mushroom cap with my tongue. "Is that better?" I coyly asked. I had already somehow sensed that I was destined to be the best cocksucker in the Program, if not in all of Grinnel.

"Ooooh, yeah, that's the way. But I mean it, Jess, I'm drained dry. If you could get this hard again, sure I'd ... WOW!"

And let me tell you, he sure did!

The next morning, after the fuck he'd promised me, your uncle took me to see Dr. Reid.

("Uncle Jeremy," Ava cooed. "It's funny to think of him as an uncle now. I mean, he was your first lover, Mom."

"And in many ways the best. "He really took care of me - in EVERY way, baby. Just like Brad will do for you in a few weeks." I knew her brother was a great lover. I really loved my boy, in every possible way. I'd trained him well, not just as my stud, but to get him ready to be for Ava everything Jeremy had been for me. Brad was insatiable, I knew, but had a bit of a cruel streak in him, too - one that worked for me, but I was a little worried about how he would be for Ava. She was still very innocent, and part of my telling her my whore's life story was to get her ready for the real world.)

Dr. Kerry Reid had an office in the dark, kind of dusty floor above the hardware store downtown. To tell the truth, I hadn't even known there was a Dr. Reid in town before now. Later Jeremy told

me that she'd gotten wealthy when younger and didn't care if she made a lot more money. Her patients were largely members of the Program, but I didn't know that then.

The doctor didn't have a receptionist or a nurse. When we got there, Jeremy told me to just go in. The doctor was expecting me.

"Can't you come with me?" I pleaded.

"Nope. Doc always wants to see new sluts alone the first time."

("I was getting used to him calling me a slut and a whore. I mean, that's what I was now, right? And it's a reputation I've earned and am very proud of. And you will be too, baby." Ava nodded her head and squirmed under the rubbing I was giving her clit. She always wants to please, I thought. She'll be a grand skag.)

"Anyway, I went in the office and there was Dr. Reid sitting behind an old oak desk, in a white lab coat. She was old - well, at least what a fourteen-year-old would think of as old. Maybe 50 or 55. She had iron gray hair pulled back into a tight bun. Her eyes were red-rimmed and watery blue with major bags under them. She had on heavy, crimson lipstick and was playing with something that looked like a pink baton.

"You're Jess?" she asked.

"Yes, ma'am - Doctor Reid."

"I'm told you're a new member of the After School Program."

"Yes, ma'am."

"I like a polite girl. You know why you're here?"

"Um, for a checkup? And some - birth control?"

"That too," she said mysteriously. "Get undressed, Jess, and hop up on the desk."

"Desk?" I thought. Shouldn't there be an examining table or something? I hesitated.

"Come, come - do you think I've never seen a naked whore before? Little girl, I've been the caregiver for the Program for almost thirty years. I know the shape of your daddy's dick and the depth of your mommy's pussy, so don't get shy with me. You hear?" she said sharply.

"Yes ma'am," I said and I hurried out of my clothes - just a t-shirt and shorts and sandals - no underwear, which she noticed with satisfaction.

"All the better to get naked in a hurry," she said, "when duty or the nasty football team calls for you. Jess," she said snidely. "I take it as a serious duty to do all I can to protect teen sluts like you from the worst that men have to offer - diseases and unwanted babies. I long ago realized that most of you tramps will never say no to a drooling dick on a hunk of man, and very few of you think with anything other than your cunts. So your precious Program has to be managed like it was a porn movie studio - any diseases in the company can hurt everyone, and shut down everyone's pleasures. The occasional pregnancy isn't as big a deal. I can take care of that right here. But I'm responsible for doing what you're all too horny to think of for yourselves. Now," getting down to business, "pee in this cup for me - yes, right here, you silly slut - that's it - mmmmm, nice - golden showers."

I handed her the cup of amber, warm fluid.

"Now, which arm do you want me to poke?"

"What for?"

"Blood tests, bitch. How else are we to know if you're free of disease? And we'll want to do a pregnancy test - not that I think there much chance of you being knocked up. Your sweet brother told me on the phone this morning about your periods. So we'll just do a quick home-test kind of check on that." She drew the blood into three small tubes, sealed them and put them in a zip bag.

"Thanks, ma'am. Is that all?" I asked.

"My dear little whore, what do you think? I need to fit you with a diaphragm and give you a quick gyno-examine. Lay back now and spread your legs." She laughed to herself. "I think this is probably the last time in your life that anyone, especially a man, will ever have to tell you that. Your legs are going to be open like a reflex all your life."

(And she was right, Ava. I've never said 'no' - well, a few times, that I'll tell you about another time.)

I spread my legs wide and the doctor spread my pussy lips with latex gloved fingers.

"My God, girl, your pussy smells like a whorehouse after the fleet's come in," she muttered with distaste. "Haven't you learned about personal hygiene? How many load of cum did you take at the Initiation?"

"I didn't count, ma'am."

"I doubted that you did. God, you're bruised and chafed red. How many boys fucked you?"

"Fifteen, maybe. Sixteen with Jeremy. And some blow jobs."

"Well, I didn't smell the blow jobs. At least you had the grace to brush your teeth. How many times did you fuck each of them?"

"Twice with most, and once - " I bit off the next words.

"Yes? You were going to say?" she trailed off.

"Nothing."

"Hmmmm." She bent back to studying my pelvic area, front and back. "And a few times up the ass, if I'm not mistaken?"

"Yes."

In what for her passed for a motherly voice, she asked, "Did you like it anal?"

"Oh, yes! Especially when Jeremy was in my butt and, I don't know who all was reaming my pussy. Jesus, and then Ryan's dick in my throat - " I almost swooned at the memory.

"And tell me, was that even better than - 'Buster'? Was that his name?" she smirked.

"How - how did - ?"

"Ryan brought me a copy of the tape from last night. It's part of my fee for services to the Program. So tell me, you liked the mastiff mauling your almost-virgin box?"

"Yes - yes, I really did."

"You'd do it again, willingly? For me?"

"Yes I'd fuck a - what did you say?"

"'For me', bitch. I have a small place in the country between here and Newton. Just myself and a few animals - domestic, mostly, but a lovely stud horse, swine and some goats. Even a few snakes."

Dr. Reid saw I was shivering, but even I didn't know if it was from fear or excitement at her not-so-veiled suggestion.

"But that can wait," she went on, "until we're better friends. For today, we'll finish with the diaphragm fitting and some odds and ends. First though, let me sanitize your snatch a bit." And to my surprise, she pushed her face between my legs and began licking, lapping and tongue-reaming my pussy, even sucking my asshole trying to extract any lingering cum from my brown chute. Once I got over the shock, I was swept away with passion, moaning and rotating my ass on the desk.

Finally - I just couldn't help it, never could - I ejaculated a huge stream of cum on the doctor's face, which - I could hardly believe it - made her howl like a bitch in heat and she tried to get all the stream into her mouth. After the final spurt, she closed her lips and brought her face to mine and kissed me, oozing my own cum back into my throat! And I loved it! The taste of me and all my men from last night rushed across my taste buds - rank, nasty, and absolutely wonderful.

("Mom! Make me cum now, please Mom! I just know I'll - I'll gush - please!" Ava cried out as my mouth replaced my finger in loving her pussy - and just in time, too, as her delicious fluids geysered into my waiting mouth. I just had to swallow a little - so fucking good! - but the rest I saved for the snowball kiss I gave my sweet eleven-year-old.

We broke the kiss and just held each other until our breathing calmed. "Mommy? Can we do that again?"

"Silly - of course … but let me finish my story of the doctor first. Actually there's not much more to tell. She had a great time - so did I - in fitting the diaphragm. She gave me spermicidal jelly to go with it, but of course she said I'd always be in too much of a hurry to fuck and would forget to use it. She was right, too." )

"Just don't ever forget to put in the trampoline," she cautioned. "Though I must say you'd look darling knocked up. And," she confided, "boys just love the idea of fucking a pregger." She got serious again then and said, "just don't forget to put it in, right? I can scrape you if you get caught, but a day may come when you want to have children - God knows why - and a few too many D and Cs could prevent that. I give all the boys rubbers, too, but it's like shoveling snowballs into hell for all the good it does. Did any of your lovers last night use a safe? It didn't look like it on the video."

She was right - it was bareback all the way. I started to get scared again, but before I could say anything the doctor went on.

"I'll have the test results back by Tuesday. Don't worry, child. Everything I know tells me you're starting your filthy life fresh," she smirked. "And don't be fucking anyone until I get the results, you hear me? Unless it's with a rubber, got me?" she almost snarled.

I couldn't help but notice she had a wet shiny ring around her mouth, and I knew where THAT had come from. I must have been a brazen slut already, 'cause you know what I did? I went over to her, pulled her faced to mine and French kissed her, then ran a hand under her lab coat and found she was naked! I felt her large, heavily drooping tits and moved my fingers to her pussy - God, I'd never felt anything so goopy, like a swamp. She was gasping and moaning around my tongue, shrieking, 'Don't stop! Jam me you bitch! Fist my nasty pussy!' and I did, after pushing her onto the floor so I could get a good angle. I didn't stop until I was up to my wrist in her soupy cave, and I shadow-boxed her box until she begged me to either kill her or stop.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw the pink thing she'd been toying with when I came in and realized it was a replica of a dick - a nice one too, about ten inches. I grabbed it and pushed it into her mouth. God, how she slobbered all over it!

I told her, 'That's enough, bitch,' and grabbed it from her, only to unholster my fist and jam the toy up her ass. I had a plan.

I did stop then as she'd been screaming for me to do - but only long enough to take my greasy mitt and shove it up her ass where the dildo had been! Boy, she screamed so loud that Jeremy came running into the room to see what was wrong.

"Get your pants off, bro," I ordered him. I think the doc needs to eat some cock, but you fucking better not cum!" His amazement passed quickly, and he was soon sitting on her face, feeding his gorgeous six inches into her maw. She gobbled his prick like she would die it she didn't swallow all of him.

"That's enough for now, Jeremy. I think the doc needs to mop and wax your asshole," I told him. "And I want more of your dick later, remember?"

And yes, he lowered his brown puckered hole to her lips and I watched as she made a tube of her tongue and worked it up his shitter.

Honey, we left Dr. Kerry Reid in a puddle on the floor of her office, stretched and defiled. I don't know where all my filthy ideas came from. I guess I learned that morning for sure that there was just a trash whore inside me who'd been waiting all its life to emerge.

Just before your uncle and I left her there, I kissed the doc tenderly and said I guessed I'd paid her bill in full. She seemed to agree."

(Ava was wide-eyed at the story, and I was panting heavily, too - part from the memory, and part from the fingering my baby girl was giving my cunt.

"Baby - so good! You wanted to do that again? Where we swap cum?"

"Yes, oh yes Mom!"

"Okay - this time suck MY pussy and we'll see who's the champion cum-slut for tonight!"

I think I won. But at that point, neither my baby nor me was keeping score.

Ava: That was wonderful, Mom. You taste so good!

Jess: Mmmmm, baby, not as sweet and fresh as you. Honey - there's something you'll have to decide soon after you join the A.S.C. Not right away, but we've got to start thinking about it. It will change your whole life if you choose differently than I did.

Ava: What will I have to choose?

Jess: Let me work up to it baby, by telling you more about my first days in the Program.

Ava: Ooooh, I love hearing about it.

Jess: Hush now, baby, and don't interrupt.)

After Jeremy and I left Dr. Reid sated on the floor of her office, we got on our bikes to ride home - I thought. My mind was so full of so many new sensations that I didn't pay attention to where we were riding. I'd been suddenly struck by something Kerry had said: That she knew the shape of my dad's cock, and how deep Mom's cunt was. That could only mean that they had both been in the Program - and I wondered if they still were! Was there an adult branch of the Program?

Before I knew it, we were peddling by the practice field at the college. Jeremy suddenly stopped and I almost ran into him.

"What did you stop for," I asked him. "I'm tired - I want to get home and rest a while."

"I just noticed they've started spring football practice. We're supposed to be pretty good this year. They've recruited a lot of big city guys, so we won't be a doormat anymore. Look, Jess."

I didn't notice anything special. Just a lot of big guys in pads and helmets and sweat outfits, stretching and working out.

Just then a whistle blew and I heard, "Okay, take ten!" It was the coach calling for a break. The men all relaxed and walked toward the table with the Gatorade urn, removing their helmets as they went.

Then I knew what Jeremy wanted me to see. Easily two-thirds of them were Black - a fairly overwhelming sight in our town, even with the college there. And, baby - to a man they were gorgeous! I'd never been much attracted to Black guys before. Oh, I was curious, I guess, but after the Initiation I found my hormones were totally unleashed, and now I looked at them a lot differently. Not that I was ready to jump any of them - I was still a little too shy, and intimidated by the idea. I mean, I'd heard stories about them - how domineering they were, how they made slaves of white chicks, how big their pricks were supposed to be. I though it was all a lot of crap, or mostly anyway. Boy, was I to learn differently!

"Jess, what do you think?" Jeremy asked slyly.

I gulped and tried to keep my composure. "Think about what?"

"You know. About those guys. Like 'em?"

"I don't know any of them - how am I supposed to say?"

"You're going to know them soon, Jess."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I said in a fake angry voice. I knew where this was going.

"Aw, nothing. Forget it. You are still just a kid."

"No, I'm not!" I realized quickly I did sound like a kid the way I said it.

"It was just an idea I had. Aw, shit, Jess - I'm sorry. I was thinking how exciting it would be for you to fuck a Black guy."

"And you'd like to watch, wouldn't you?" I laughed. I'd always had my brother's number.

"Yeah, I guess. But, hell, none of them are in the Program. It would just be too dangerous, and against the rules. Forget it, Jess. Damn, you've only been a woman now less than a day. Don't get ideas that are too big yet."

"Big Brother, I've got an idea of something big that you can help me with. It's been two hours since we fucked and I've got such an itch in my pussy. Let's go somewhere, hmmm?"

"Jess, I swear that pill hasn't worn off you yet, and it should have long ago."

"Oh, it has, I know it has. This is MY need now, Jeremy. And I need you real bad." I was rubbing my pussy back and forth on the bicycle seat. I was soaked through the crotch of my shorts since being with Dr. Reid. Jeremy looked at me with lust, awe and a little nervousness.

"Jess, I swear to God - I think you're one of the rare ones in the Program."

"What's that?"

"A genuine nymphomaniac. Lots of girls like sex - for sure all the boys do - but I think you're way beyond them all."

"I think you're right. I can't think about anything anymore except fucking and sucking. I don't think I'll ever be satisfied - Shit, I could fuck you right here." I looked around quickly. "Jeremy - how about in the trees over there - no one would see us. C'mon! I need it NOW."

Jeremy got angry. "NO! Not here, not now. Look, Jess, this town's got a good thing with the Program, but it could be ruined if we were too open about it. Only about a fourth of the town is in on it, and the rest of them would crucify us if we were caught. So many fucking bible-thumpers would go ape-shit, especially with all the teenagers fucking around, not to mention the incest. Like you and me. No, Jess, there's a lot I need to tell you about the rules of the Program. Rules that let us keep a good thing going. Don't fuck it up!"

I was really hurt by what he'd said, but I grudgingly understood.

"Okay. You're right. But promise me you'll fuck me soon, please!?"

He laughed. "I was planning on it, kid. And a few other things, too. But, c'mon - let's get home now."

We turned out bikes away from the field, but I couldn't help but notice a lot of Black faces turned towards us, watching us leave. I was a rebellious little bitch, I knew it, and thought about the old saying that rules were made to be broken. And I knew someday I'd break a big taboo with one or more of those dusky players.

(Ava: Did you, Mom!? Really?

Jess: Not that particular day, no - not technically anyhow. Not before midnight.)

When we got home, I saw a note stuck on the refrigerator. It was from Mom.

"Kids, your dad and I are on an overnight bike run to the Casino. We've taken Amy with us in the sidecar. Allison, remember your babysitting job at the Mr. Nelson's tonight. Jess, I hope you'll be around tomorrow night (Sunday) so we can have your birthday party. I hope you won't have partied TOO much before then : ). Jeremy, keep a loving eye on things. There's plenty of food. See you tomorrow afternoon. Love, Mom"

"Jeremy! It's perfect! Look!"

While Jeremy read the note, I remembered about Mom and Dad, and I guessed that her remark about too much partying meant she knew I'd either been initiated, or was going to be soon.

My brother yelled, "All Right!" when he'd finished reading and hugged me and planted a happy kiss on my laughing mouth. "Let's have a party tonight!"

"Yes! Who should we ask?"

"Look, I'll call Ryan and Ashley and tell them to spread the word. We'll only have 20 people or so - don't want it to get out of hand."

"I do," I laughed, squeezing his cock through his jeans.

"Wait, sis - no, no this won't work."

"WHY?" I was crushed.

"Because you've gotta wait to get your test results from Dr. Reid before you can start fucking a lot, that's why."

"But she SAID I looked clean," I whined.

"That's not enough, you heard her."

"But ... but she said if everyone used rubbers it would be okay," I pleaded.

"Jess - I don't know - lots of boys hate 'em and won't use 'em. Like me."

"You see!" I said triumphantly. "WE've been fucking, haven't we? So it must be all right!"

"Jess, it was pretty dumb of us to do that."

"But," I said, realizing I had him, "I got fucking so many times last night and NOBODY used a rubber and I was full of cum. How come the Program lets that happen at Initiations, huh?"

"Well, it's just a tradition, Jess - it's always been like that at Initiations. We just do it that way, that's all," but I could tell he'd heard my point.

"Hmmph - that's just because the Program must have started before HIV and it was a lot safer then."

"You've just proven my point! There IS AIDS today and we've got to be extra cautious. Nope, you wait for your tests so that everybody knows you're keeping the Program healthy."

"I still say the Initiation is dumb, then. I wish I hadn't done it."

Jeremy laughed, "Oh, SURE you don't! You were born to fuck, kid, and don't kid yourself."

That made me all the unhappier. Did he mean I couldn't get fucked for three more days?! Shit, Pandora's box and MY box had been opened and I couldn't go back, even if I'd wanted to - and I didn't.

"But," he went on, "I'm going to talk to some of the gang about what you said. Maybe we need to make it a rule that everybody sees Dr. Reid BEFORE the Initiations. God, when I think back - to Allison's - shit, Jess, I was just 13 then when I got to 'escort' her to her cumming-out party - I was taking a big risk then, too. But then," his voice trailed off.

"But then WHAT?" "Jess, I've got a big secret, and you've gotta tell me you'll never let it out. I mean it. There'd be huge trouble if it got out. Promise?"

"Jeremy, of course. You're my big brother - and my lover, too," I said.

"And Jess - God, it's strange, but I love you - more than as a sister."

"You do? Really? 'Cause I've always loved you like that, but thought it was wrong." I giggled a little, happy being in love, but there was something else, too. "I love you so much, Jeremy, that I want you to always fuck whoever you want, and for me to do the same, Okay?"

He laughed. "Sure, Jess. That's why we're in the Program. But listen - I've got to tell this to somebody."

I kissed him. "Trust me, lover."

"I do. Jess, when I took Allison to her Initiation, I wasn't a virgin. I didn't know about the Program - shit, I was just 12, seventh grade when - " His voice trailed off.

"When what, honey? It's no big deal. You'd have lost it to that bitch in a few more months anyway." I couldn't help saying that: Allison really was a pushy bitch. Beautiful, but dumb and full of herself. "I hope you lost your cherry to somebody more sensitive and loving."

"I did, Jess. I lost it to Mom. I fucked Mom, or should I say 'she fucked me.'"

I was stunned. My MOTHER? Fucked her son? My new lover?

"Jeremy, I ... "

"That's not all, Sis. Oh, God, nine months later - Amy was born."

My heart stopped. My baby sister? Sister?! Niece!!

"Mom caught me masturbating in bed one night and scared me. I was sure she'd kill me. But she just said I should go ahead and let her watch. I was going soft with the shock, but she sat down by me and stroked it herself. She told me she'd seen me before and just couldn't help herself tonight - she had to be with me. I didn't know what 'be with me' meant, but I soon found out.

"She stood up and took off her nightgown - Mom really has an amazing body, Jess. I know you know how big her tits are, but her pussy - plump and pink. I even thought her stretch marks were the hottest things I'd ever seen, and knowing she'd had three kids - and that I was one of them! - just made my cock rise like a post.

"'I knew you were big, baby, and now you're mine', she told me as she climbed on top and straddled me, and just dropped her hot pussy down until I was in her up to my nuts. I started humping her hard, like I'd heard it was supposed to be, but shit - it was the most natural thing ever. I was so close to blasting, and she knew it, too. She got out of the saddle and I was aching to cum, but I guessed she didn't want me to cum in her - or maybe she felt guilty and changed her mind. I was all hot and messed up.

"But to my surprise, she just said, 'Don't you dare cum yet, baby. Just a minute.' I saw her put her fingers into her cunt like she was looking for something. I thought she was just going to masturbate herself and maybe me too. But then she said, 'Ah, gotcha!' and pulled something white and rubbery from her snatch and dropped it on nightstand. With a big loving, lusty grin, she impaled herself again on me and said something like, 'oooo, this is against the rules, but ... oh fuck me, baby, hard! Give me your sweet seed, oh baby, jizz me, lover' and pummeled my cock with her hot pumping cunt.

"Jess, I was out of my head then. I didn't stop to think if we were being loud or if anyone could hear us. I just had to keep fucking Mom, and finally I felt a huge build-up inside and, damn, I must have shot five or six loads of cum in Mom. I know I had to have blacked out for a minute or two, because when I looked up, Mom was squatting by the side of the bed with her fingers in her cunt again. I must have looked dazed, because Mom said, 'I don't want to lose a drop, sweetheart.'

"What - what're you doing Mom?", I asked her.

"Baby, I'm putting my diaphragm back in my pussy. I want to hold in every drop of your beautiful cum," she smiled. "I want your baby, darling."

"Jess, shit - can you imagine? Here's I'd just been fucked for the first time, and I'm 12, and it's my fucking mother - and on top of that, she wants me to make her pregnant! Incredible."

"Jeremy - baby, didn't that really mess you up? How are you doing with it? Ohhh, my sweet guy - " I hugged him close, and I was crying.

"Shhhh, it's okay. I'm fine, really. Look, Sis - Mom's never really said if Amy is - our kid. I'm guessing she is, but Mom just won't say - if she's protecting all of us, well, it's a little late for that. But with time, I've learned to not let it get to me.

"After that night, Mom and I kept fucking every chance we got - and, oh God Jess - we still do, but not as much. You know - I just thought - I wonder if she's a little jealous of you."

"Of ME!? WHY!?"

"Oh, she told me she thought - well, that I was looking forward TOO much to taking you to your Initiation."

"Jeremy - you mean Mom KNEW?!"

"Sure. She told me all about the Program after - after we became lovers."

"Jeremy - if what you say is true, about Mom and you and me - what did she think about you fucking Allison?"

"Oh, she wasn't bothered at all. It was kind of funny what she said."

"What did she say?"

"'The bitch isn't good enough for you!"

* * *

(Jess: God, Ava, we must have laughed for an hour about that. And we still do whenever we're - together.

Ava: Wow, Mom. This is - almost too much.

Jess: My Precious, you ain't heard nothing yet. Wait till I tell you about the Breeder's Auxiliary.

Ava: The ... ?

Jess: Like I said, wait, Sweetheart. We've got a lot of ground and lessons to cover before your big night, and in the meantime, I think our pussies need a little quality time together, don't you?

Ava: Sure Mom, but ...

Jess: 'But'?

Ava: Nothing. I guess I can wait.

Jess: You're thinking about Brad, aren't you?

Ava: Ummm, yeah, I guess so.

Jess: Soon enough, my child, soon enough. And trust me - he'll be worth the wait! Ava, help me out here.

Ava: What do you need, Mom?

Jess: My hands are full of flour and I need to cut in the Crisco now. Could you grab it?

My bronze baby girl opened the cupboard and reached high for the can of shortening. Even though it was only on the bottom shelf, she is just a petite, luscious little thing and had to stretch to get it, and being on her tip-toes made her lovely little tits rise up. I should tell you we were generally always naked around the house when it was just the two of us. I didn't want Brad to see Ava naked too often, at least until he'd helped initiate her. A little frustration would be good for my sixteen-year-old fuck-fiend, and I was always more than happy to nurse him out of the blue-balls.

Jess: Thanks, honey.

Ava: What kind of pie are you making, Mom?

Jess: Lemon cream. My special recipe, the one you love. Stay and watch and I'll teach you how.

I showed her how to cut the Crisco into the flour and salt mixture, then roll it and form it into the pie shell.

Jess: It's got to bake now for about 20 minutes at 350. Oh, hell - I forgot to preheat the oven. Honey, could you? Thanks. Now, what will we do while we're waiting?

Ava: Tell me more stories about the Program, Mom. Please?

Jess: What do you want to know?

Ava: Just keep going from where you stopped last night.

Jess: Hmmmm. Where did I leave off?

Ava: Well, you and uncle Jeremy were going to have a party ... and you said something about an auxiliary or something?

Jess: Oh, right!

Ava: And before that you said - what was it? Oh, when you'd seen those Black guys and how you didn't break that rule, but that you broke a different one that night - something like that.

Jess: I see I'm a terrible storyteller. I've left too many holes. Ok, Ava, all will be answered today. Let's see - )

Jeremy and I didn't have the party that night, for a couple of reasons. Like I told you, we weren't really sure I should be banged by the gang again before those tests were back. I hated it, but I did kinda see the sense in it. I warned him he'd have to be all over me for the next few days - with a rubber on, of course! - and I wanted to blow him as often as I could, only as a serious student. Right! That little vow didn't last long, baby, as I'll tell you.

So, we were actually glad we'd be alone again. Oh, your uncle could have gone out and fucked any of the other little tramps in the Program, but he was still fascinated by breaking me in more. And like I said, we were just a little in love, too. Boy, was I dumb! Jeremy and I get along pretty good now, but I soon found out he did most of his 'thinking' with his dick.

We were about to walk hand-in-hand to my room and resume our explorations when the back door opened and in walked Allison. Did I tell you that Jeremy and I had stripped naked during our party planning? No? Well, we certainly were, and seeing Allison staring at us made me blush for sure, but only seemed to piss Jeremy off.

"What're YOU looking at?" he snarled at her.

"At two stupid love-birds, you prick."

I know I told you she was a bitch. Still, I was embarrassed, as much as the way she looked at me as by being 'caught'.

"Shit, Jeremy, you're such a sap. With all the pussy around, you go and hang out with your little sister. It's obvious you don't know a great piece of ass when you've found one."

"Yeah! Like whose?"

"Oh, like mine for instance."

"You! I'd ... " His voice trailed off.

"Hah! You can't deny it, can you! You've never had a fuck like me, and you sure won't match it with this little slut."

"Hey," I shouted, completely over my embarrassment, "how do you know?"

"Know what, twerp?"

"That I'm not a better fuck than you, huh?"

"Here's how I know, stupid."

Allison stripped naked then. Jesus, your aunt was fucking beautiful - I mean it. Her tits were at least D cup and firm, with huge brown nipples that, I swear, seemed to be flexing - really! She had a shaved pussy - I'd never heard of such a thing before. I mean, I had only a little down on mine, but hers was as smooth as a baby's butt. She shifted her legs apart a little and, tearing my eyes from the tits she was squeezing and caressing, I looked at her snatch again and damned if I couldn't see a little fingertip protruding from the top of her slit. I knew what clits were, but this one - I could imagine her crooking it like you would a finger, signaling a man to cum and get it.

I heard Jeremy grunt next to me and clutch my hand harder. I glanced down his front and saw that Allison's little display was having an effect. For the first time in my life I knew what jealousy was.

"What do you think, Jeremy? Jess? Wouldn't any man - or woman - prefer a taste of this to a runt," she said nastily, looking directly at me.

"I have an idea - a little bet I'd like to make. Interested?"

"What ... what is it?" Jeremy managed to say. She moved a finger to massage her clit, which seemed to grow under her touch.

"Jessica, I'm going to prove that your boyfriend here is hot for me. I'll bet I can make him cum in under three minutes."

"What?! No way," I blurted out. I was pretty confident she couldn't. I don't know how many times he'd cum in me (and who the fuck else!) in the last 24 hours, and was sure I'd drained him for at least a while. But I was a little less confident when I snuck another look at Jeremy and saw his cock stiffen and twitch, and his eyes hypnotized by the circling of her finger on her clit.

"Oh, I think I can," she purred. "Come here, little brother."

"Jeremy, no!" I pleaded. "Allison you slut, let us alone!"

"Why? Think you'll lose the bet?"

"No!"

"Then, let's go. Here's the bet, bitch: If I can get him to cum in my mouth in under three minutes, two things'll happen. First, you'll have to take my babysitting job for me tonight. I'll even let you keep the money for it," she laughed nastily. "Second, I'm not going to swallow his cum. Guess what: You're going to kiss me and lick it from my mouth. Hah! So what do you say, Jess?"

I was struck dumb for a minute. No way she could do it, I thought. A safe bet. I was about to say 'no fucking way' when I felt Jeremy drop my hand and move towards Allison! The asshole! He fucking wanted her. I lost the jealousy I'd felt and was just mightily pissed off. These two deserved each

other!

"Sure - go ahead," I snarled. "It's a bet. But you can't touch his cock before the time starts!"

"Fine," she said smugly.

"Shit, Jeremy," I blurted, "if all it takes is a dare from a skank to get you hot, fuck you! You just stay away from me from now on, you hear?!"

Jeremy and his stiffening prick-brain moved closer to her. He looked at me but didn't seem to recognize me. Fuck - nobody's ever going to break my goddamn heart again, I'll guarantee it, I thought.

Allison dropped to her knees in front of him. She put her face within a few inches of his prick and made a face. "Christ, Jeremy - you're worse than Jess! Don't you ever wash your crotch? Damn!"

Hah! I realized Allison was a little less sure of herself, now that she suspected our brother was a little fucked-out. Gotcha, bitch! I thought.

"Look, I can't do him in three minutes if he's half-soft like this. Let's make it ten, ok?" she proposed, but without much hope.

"Three, that's final. And, Allie," God, she hated that name!, "what do I get when you lose the bet?"

"I'm NOT gonna lose," she snarled. "And on the off chance I do, you can name your prize. OK, little girl?"

"You're on!"

"Jeremy, come closer," she ordered. He did, the glazed-over fool. "We'll start when you're a little harder - No, I'm not gonna touch his dick. HE is. Jeremy stroke that prick for me that's it, harder, faster, baby - "

"Hey - the bet wasn't about him jerking off and cumming!"

"Jess," she said fake innocently, "I only said I wouldn't touch his dick before the time started. We didn't say anything about HIM not touching himself before the bell."

"God damn it! Well - I'm starting the timing now - and don't you dare stroke it for him!" I started the countdown out loud, seeing the second hand on the clock move to the 12.

"Watch," she purred, "and LEARN."

Allison cupped Jeremy's sac in her left hand and started a firm, swirling massage. "Not touching his cock, see?" she said triumphantly.

"2:45 to go."

I heard a moan leave Jeremy's throat, and a moist murmur come from her.

"2:30."

Jeremy gave a sharp gasp, and I couldn't help but look. God, Allison had moved her right hand to his backside to, I thought, stroke his ass. But when I peeked back there, she'd stuck a finger up asshole!

"A little prostate massage drives 'em wild," she said. Jeremy only groaned in agreement.

"2:05!"

I could tell by her movements and Jeremy's yelps that she must have found what she'd been digging for. He stopped beating his meat and Allison growled, "Oh give me that, you jerk!" and took his red meat sword into her mouth, her finger still up to the third knuckle in his fundament.

"1:42!"

I could tell she'd bitten his knob, though he made no move to get away. Her cheeks were sunken, then swollen, then sunken again as she furious bobbed her head on and off his prick.

"1:18."

Jeremy was grabbing the table to his right, to keep from falling. She squeezed his ass cheeks with her free fingers almost viciously and yanked him in again to the depths of her throat. His hips were quivering as he hunched her mouth.

"1:05."

I watched as she slipped a second finger into his asshole and started fucking him with it. She took a moment's rest from his prick and sucked his balls, one at a time, into her hot mouth.

"53 seconds - you're not gonna make it," I said - without the note of confidence I'd hoped for. She didn't respond, hotly focused on the task at hand - or in mouth now, I should say. Allison took him deeply into her throat and seemed by the sounds to be gagging, but, as I learned later when my cocksucking skills improved, the bitch was actually HUMMING around him. Incredible! A literal 'hum job'!

"25!"

This was so amazing, I was almost pulling for her to do it, just because of what I was learning from her. Her technique changed again. Now, his dickhead was all she was working on, and talking a stream of filth to him around his cock through her slimy, puffy lips.

"Cum on my whore's face, baby" slurp "I want your fucking cum in my slut mouth, in my eyes" slurrrrrp "up my whore nose" hmmmmmm "you can do it, you fucking stud with your big, hard cock" slurp "make me your cum bitch, Jeremy, and here's what you'll get, whenever you want it - "

"12!"

She pulled him deep inside her throat again, and now she seemed to be screaming through her plugged mouth, the gagging sounds forcing their way through the lips distended around his prick. With her free hand, she cupped his balls again.

"8!"

And squeezed both of his nuts, bringing a sharp moan from him.

"7!"

His groans got loud and he viciously pulled the back of her head forward until she was stuck on his angry red dick.

"6!"

Allison's throat worked furiously - Jeremy quivered -

"5!"

She popped his dick from her craw and held it wide open. I couldn't believe it! The prick still had cum in him! One, two and then a third rope of semen shot from the tip and puddled into her mouth. She kept her eyes on his dick - so close they almost crossed, making her look like a freak. It would have been funny, but I was in awe - and pissed about losing.

Jeremy gave a deep sigh, and I saw it was over. He stumbled back until he felt a chair behind him and saw down heavily. Allison's cheeks were pooched out, and she signaled frantically for me to come over. Yes: The other part of the bet. I may be a whore but I'm not a double-crosser. I've never gone back on my word, ever, and I didn't then. I kneeled down in front of Allison and pulled her face to mine, locking my lips on hers. She opened her mouth and squeezed the sweet cum into my mouth. I swallowed just a little - it was crazy, but I felt a kind of tenderness towards both her and Jeremy - and I felt a little sad, too. I was sure at that moment that I'd never have him again, ever, and wanted a remembrance of him.

But I was still far more furious than romantic. I hopped to my feet and moved quickly to where he was sitting. I slowly started to bend my face to his. Jeremy thought I was going to kiss him. Hah! I spit his treacherous cum right into his face, and then slapped him! The asshole had broken my heart, but I vowed then to always be a quick healer, and nothing heals a heartbreak like revenge.

I stormed out of the kitchen then and headed to my room. I threw myself on the bed, but I didn't cry. And I wasn't really mad anymore either. I'd learned something from Allison - that you can be a total whore without being a bitch.

(Jess: You understand what I mean? No, angel - you're much too sweet to know that. But I vowed that I'd get what I wanted from life - everything - but I'd never needlessly fuck anyone over to get it.

Ava: And you never did, Mom?

Jess: Remember - I said 'needlessly', honey. I have fucked over a few in my day.)

While I was having this philosophical discussion with myself, I heard a light knocking on the door. Thinking it was Jeremy, I yelled, "Go away you asshole! Leave me alone!"

"Tut tut, little sister - none of that now!" Allison laughed. "Just wanted to remind you - you have to be at Mr. Nelson's at 8:00, you hear? Food's good and he's got a great porno video collection. I'll walk you over there."

I yelled back, "I'll go, I told you I would. Now leave me alone!"

There was silence for a few moments, then I heard her voice again through the door, much more softly.

"Jess? You're all right, you know? You did real good. Let's talk sometime. Bye."

Imagine that! The sister I'd thought was a cold bitch had a soft streak! And the brother I'd worshipped did only what his cock wanted! Later I realized I'd been too hard AND too easy on them both. I didn't really know myself at all back then. I was quick to judge, and impulsive as hell - selfish, my God! But right then, I swore I'd show them both - I didn't know how yet, or even if they'd be there to see me getting back at them. God, I was dumb. But it's probably what led me to what I did that night.

(Ava: What, Mom! You've got to TELL me!

Jess: Ah, patience, Jess. That's the 'rule breaking' I told you about. Tomorrow, Sweetie.

Ava: Oooooh - well, at least tell me what that auxiliary was. Please!

Jess: Still is, Honey. Well, it's a long story, but here's a quicky version. I'll fill in the details another time - yes, I promise, don't even ask.

I told you that soon after your Initiation, you'll be asked to make a decision that'll affect the rest of your life. Remember? Well, Baby, some of the new girls decide they want to be mothers, right from the start. Sure, they love the sex, but something in them craves being knocked up. Now, not all of these girls are really fit to be mothers, but they don't know it. They're just bimbos looking for something to love, like maybe they never were by a mom or dad. Whatever - there's more of them than you think. Sometimes it's obvious that they'd be great, healthy parents, and those are the girls that are allowed to be breeders, but most of them are recruited.

Ava: But, Mom - who decides? I mean to let a girl be one or not.

Jess: The final decision is with the doc, Kerry Reid. Remember, you'll be seeing her often and she's good - she really can see into a girl's head, heart and soul. When Kerry sees a hot one, she'll do the recruiting. Her record's perfect: Everyone she's decided would be great as a breeder has accepted her judgment.

Ava: What if ...

Jess: If they wouldn't be good? Kerry gently but firmly sets them straight. They finally accept it. Know why? If they don't, they're eventually thrown out of the Program. That's it. They'll spend the rest of their lives with the regular jerks in this town, married to some fucking mechanic or something, raising kids they later learn they never wanted. Whores that think they're respectable ladies. Trash that thinks they're too good to fuck, but are going nuts inside because 'respectable' means you can't fuck who you want, when you want it and where you want it most. They lock the likes of us out of their precious 'society'. Cunts call me a whore with their eyes every time they see me. And my eyes tell 'em right back: "Sure am, honey. Don't you wish you still were? Your husbands tell me you do,' and sometimes I do laugh out loud at them. Then there's the repressed lesbians, more than a few of whom I've pleasured with my trusty strap-on. Like Mrs. Collins ...

Ava: Mrs. Collins? My teacher?!

Jess: Sure thing, honey. Has she ever - ?

Ava: Gee, Mom, Ruthie told a lot of kids that she - Mrs. Collins - did bad-touching to her, but we didn't believe it.

Jess: Believe it, baby. But we were talking about breeders before I got off on the cunts of Grinnel.

Ava: Mom? Do you think - ?

Jess: That Kerry will ask you? I don't know, honey. I think you'd be a great mother. But, understand - if you choose to breed, you have to stay off all birth control for the rest of your fertile life, and fuck everyone - even people you may not like. You whole life is given to staying pregnant and popping babies. And for one reason: To keep a stock of future Program kids always in the pipeline.

Ava: God, Mom. I'm - I don't know if -

Jess: Don't worry, honey. Just enjoy yourself until the time comes. Kerry'll know if you belong in the auxiliary, and if she asks, you'll know it, too. Baby, there's a lot more about it, but another time, ok? We've got this pie to finish - Ah, there's the timer. Better pull it out to cool - Hah! that's what I used to say to your uncle!

Ava: Mom? What happens if a girl gets pregnant and Dr. Reid doesn't - if she didn't ask them?

Jess: It's pretty simple, but it'll will sound heartless, baby. The first time, Dr. Reid scrapes them.

Ava: Abortions!?

Jess: Yes. And tells them the consequences of it happening again: She'll sterilize them.

Ava: Oh, no!

Jess: Ava, listen. It's the only way. The stupid tramps would just keep doing it over and over. Too dumb to use good sense or their diaphragms. Listen, it hasn't happened often, girls getting tossed out - maybe twice since I was initiated. But there were lots of runaways, and we hardly ever heard another word about them. They couldn't handle the shame of being the wrong stuff. And it's sad, Ava, but there were a few suicides, too.

Ava: Mom, no!

Jess: Afraid so, Honey. Look, a lot of us joined the Program thinking it would be all endless fun, fucking and sucking. We wanted to get away from the uptight world of pain, boredom and mediocrity. But we found out that that world is always there. But, know what? WE're having a lot more fun than those who ONLY live in that world. But honey, don't let get me started on that -

Ava: Then, didn't you get asked to be a breeder?

Jess: That's a good one - me! No, honey, I had too big a rebellious streak in me - as you'll hear. I have a lot more stories to tell. No, breeding wasn't for me.

Ava: Then why did you have me? And Brad? And now Angie?

Jess: For love. Everything turned out to have been for love. C'mon, let's finish this pie. Gotta pee, Sweetie?

Ava: Well, yeah - but why?

Jess: That's Mom's secret ingredient in the lemon pie filling, two tablespoons of piss! And my meringue - well, Ava, after we make each other cum again like we did last night, I'll show you what makes the peaks stand up and get golden brown - and I don't mean nipples, babe. And that's why my meringue has always 'weeped' more than that Baker's Square crap, too. So, here's a pan - go fill it up, but don't you dare cum without your Mom!

Somehow, after the anger and humiliation of Allison blowing Jeremy and winning the bet - somehow I'd fallen asleep. And I had some amazing, disturbing dreams in the short time I napped. Wait, I'll tell you about them in a minute. Anyway, I guess I had an overload of thoughts, feelings and sensations I hadn't dealt with. I mean, less than 24 hours ago I was still a virgin - I'm not saying 'innocent', but a biological virgin nonetheless. Then came my Initiation into the Program.

Only now aftre dreaming did I remember the searing pain of having my cherry ripped through by Jeremy; only now could I say that the pleasure of that first fuck was far less than the pain. I still couldn't remember when the excitement of the penetrations overcame the hurting. I just remember that it did. When Jeremy first forced his cock into my asshole - funny, but that didn't hurt as much as the pussy mauling. No cherry to pop, or not much of one. I think I'd ruptured my hyman somehow much earlier - can't think of how, though. Anyhow, the asshole's just made of tougher stuff, I guess. Once I'd been stretched there a few times, I had no discomfort at all, and to this day, Ava, I have a real fondness for sodomy. And Honey, that's why I've been careful to give you finger massages there. I want your first butt-fuck to be great, with you good and slack back there. Believe me, with the size of your brother's dick, you'll need the stretching.

I worry about your pussy too, baby. I think we should use the toys a little more often, don't you?

Ava: Right now, okay Mom?

Jess: Soon, baby. And BJ practice, too?

Ava: Sure, but it would be so nice to have a real one -

Jess: No, nothing beats the real thing, that's for sure. It'll only be a little while longer, baby - what, two weeks till you're 12? Ahhh, we have such fun work ahead of us! But, Ava, my stories are every bit as important in getting you ready, understand?

Ava: Yes, Mama.

Jess: Good girl. Talking about blow jobs, I have to laugh thinking back to the Initiation. I mean, I must have been pathetic. I mean, with fucking (at least at first) all a girl has to do is take the dicks - not just lay there, but really, it's the boys who have to burn the calories, do most of the moving. Technique comes later, but any girl can get fucked and be adequate at first. It's the pro's who move way past that.

Anyway, blow jobs: I had no idea what I was doing. Was I suppose to treat the dick like a corn dog, or a Tootsie Pop? Do you lick, or literally suck, like you would on a Popsicle? And how can gagging be any fun at all, because I gagged plenty that night. Didn't barf, though, thank God. I tried to not suck the cocks farther back than my molars, not knowing then that the throat can stretch like the slackest twat and take a prick to the roots. I've only met one or two in my day that I couldn't throat. No, no - no time for those stories now.

Something else I wasn't ready for: Face-fucking! I kept wondering why the boys wouldn't just sit still and let me do the work. Why did they have to keep hunching into my mouth? And I just couldn't figure out why some of them wanted me to swallow, some wanted to just jizz up my face and tits. Good old Ryan! He let me know he wanted a little something different for his last BJ. By that time Ashley and her girlfriend Tanya had joined the fun - to tell the truth, it was nice to be able to shift some of the excess to someone else. I mean, I'd been the fuck toy for 15 guys for the better part of two hours, and I was fucking exhausted - pun intended, of course. Sticky, too. Some of those fuckers were only happy blowing their loads on any exposed skin. God, I felt greased.

Ava: Mom? What about Ryan, and Ashley?

Jess: Right. Well, Ryan told me he was going to jizz my mouth, but that I should share it with Ashley. I didn't follow him (kind of too busy humming his dick just then), but he said to just not swallow. Almost at the same time, he blew his load into my sealed mouth. Ashley must have known what would be next, 'cause she lay down with her face below mine and said, "Gimme a snowball, Jess."

I must have still looked puzzled, because she said impatiently, "Drip the sperm into my mouth!"

Ah, so that's a snowball, I thought. I let a long string drip slowly towards her open mouth, bobbing my head to keep the gooey rope hangin' and danglin' as long as I could. Not easy, as I was being pussy fucked medium intensely at the same time from behind.

Finally, I just gave up on the game and French-kissed Ashley, and we swapped boy slime and spit for several heavenly minutes. Damn, Ava, I never stopped to think that I was kissing a girl; it just all felt so right, you know? No, of course you don't, not yet. Honey - I knew from that minute that sex with anyone is wonderful; man, woman or child - because at 14 I was little more than a girl in a budding woman's body. Words like 'lesbian' or 'queer' or mother- or brother-fucker mean nothing.

But there was one part of the Initiation I hadn't faced up to yet - Buster - and it took my nap-dream to bring that squarely in front of me. Fucking a dog just was too much to take in - almost as much as taking in Buster had been!

* * *

In my dream, I was out on a playground with a bunch of girls, and it felt like we were all about eight years old. I remember that hop-scotch was big that year, and that's what we were playing. Oh, right! And it was old Mrs. Garvey watching us, my third grade teacher. She was talking to the gym teacher, Mr. Phelps, and then suddenly they left, arm-in-arm. I was puzzled, but it felt good to be unsupervised.

It was my turn and I tossed the small stone on the hop-scotch ines, but the rock flew and flew until it ended up in the woods just off the grounds. I thought I'd lost my turn and the next girl (who looked just like Ashley!) said I'd better go find the stone or the game couldn't go on.

Pouting, I ran off to the woods to look. I mean, if I'd been awake I'd have known it would be impossible to find what was a pebble, really, but dreams don't work like that.

As I was running, right in my path was Mrs. Garvey and Mr. Phelps. My God, they were naked! She was on all fours and he was behind her sniffing and then licking her snatch! Then with a howl, he mounted her, hunched over her back with his long arms holding her around the chest, holding her down. He had a cock that I could only think of as angry, it looked so red. It wasn't a human cock - I didn't know what a dog dick looked like - really, Ava. With Buster I hadn't been able to look back between my legs to see him slicing into me.

Mr. Phelps saw me and howled, still humping my teacher. His howls drew me closer, almost as though he was summoning his bitch. As I watched, walking towards them, I noticed how hairy Mrs. Garvey was - not just her head and bush but all over! And Mr. Phelps now looked matted with fur. Shit, Ava, they were transforming into dogs as I watched!

In a trance, I got down next to Mrs. Garvey - my clothes were gone; how I didn't remember - and assumed the position of 'showing' myself. It's like I was trying to attract a stud dog of my own! Mr. Phelps gave a howl and for the first time I noticed that he had a swollen red knot at the base of his dog prick. I thought for a minute it was his nut-sack, but quickly knew that wasn't right, when he lurched forward again and painfully squeezed his knot inside Mrs. Garvey's stretched pussy! (And no, Ava, Buster didn't do that to me at the Initiation. Ryan, bless him, was able to hold Buster back enough to keep me from having my fresh furrow destroyed).

At this point I was howling, too, but I was still a little, rutting girl. I heard someone come up behind me - it was Jeremy, but at the age he was when he first fucked me for real. I wanted my tiny pussy to be ravaged like Mrs. Garvey's, and I felt something stiff poking at my slit. If this was dick, I never wanted anything worse than I wanted to be fucked like this, right now!

The hard tool slithered up my cunt - it didn't hurt at all - and I screamed for more. It kept moving up, deeper, but I wanted to swallow it whole with my vagina. I was out of my mind with pleasure.

Suddenly I noticed that Jeremy was now kneeling in front of me with his dick wagging in my face. I should have wondered who, then, was fucking me, but the sight of his dick erased all thoughts, although it now felt like the prick coming up from under was in my abdomen. I never even questioned that a cock shouldn't be able to be that deep.

Then I felt it coming up my esophagus, then into my throat - from inside! I opened my mouth to take Jeremy in my mouth - and a python came slithering across my lips! The snake lurched forward and bit Jeremy on the end of his cock - which now was a snake, too! (See, Ava? In the dream I was still pissed about him and Allison, but all that was happening made perfect dream-sense).

Jeremy shrieked with pain, but I couldn't do anything for him - not with this cock-snake still squirming in my from bottom hole to top. And I was quaking too much from a non-stop cum to be of any use to anyone.

Soon, too soon, the snake's tail left my lips and I was agonizingly empty - though not for long, oh no. I heard noises behind me and glanced back to see a small zoo's worth of animals back there - hyenas, zebras, a hippo, even a fucking shark! And back for seconds, my beloved Buster. Not to bore you, honey, but by the time I woke from my nap-dream, I'd been roundly fucked in all holes by every beast that wanted me! Any past and future guilt about using my body and being used by any and all God's creatures had been washed away.

I must have been really into the dream because it took Allison shaking my shoulder to bring me all the way to consciousness. She told me she'd rushed to my room when she heard me screaming, "Fuck meeee! More, more!"

Yup, that dream really took me around a corner. I fell asleep a 14-year-old tramp wannabe, and woke up a total, insatiable nympho skank. And I haven't regretted a minute of my life - except that I didn't find out earlier, like when I was eight. Maybe sooner.

* * *

Like I was saying, Allison woke me out of the delicious, beastly dream.

"Nightmare, kid?" she asked, with concern in her voice.

"No - no, I didn't dream at all. Why should you care?"

"Still pissed about losing the bet?" she asked.

"No - why should I be? You just proved what a slut you are!"

"And don't you wish you were, Jess," she laughed. She took my silence as agreement. "Jess, you're so new to all this, don't worry. You'll catch up. Shit, I've been fucking for six years - don't expect to be a pro after a day," she laughed.

Something bothered me about what she said, and I did the math on it. "Allison - you've been fucking since ... you were 11? I thought you didn't get in the Program until you were 14!"

Allison looked at me hard for a long time. "Jess - can I trust you?"

"For what!"

"Just to hear my story."

"Just to hear you brag, you mean." She laughed.

"Yup, still pissed, aren't you? Jess, really - I've got a couple of reasons why I want to talk to you. I - don't really have anyone, you know? No close girlfriends. Boys? They think I'm just a whore. They'll gladly fuck me, but talk to me? No way. And, damn it anyway, I - I need that. Could we be friends, Sis?"

I was confused. I mean, Allison had never really taken notice of me at all. It was like there was 30 years between us instead of three. Could she be sincere? I felt such a rivalry with her that it would be hard. But my instincts told me to try. "Sure, Allie. Let's be friends."

"You're a sweetie," she said, and gave me a lingering though sisterly kiss. Our lips barely touched, but I could feel her warmth and imagined I could still taste Jeremy, and the sensations made me lose all thoughts of jealousy and lose myself in the rush of emotion in my heart, and even stronger coursing of hormones. I opened my lips as if to invite her tongue in, and Sis didn't miss my signal. Her mouth opened and I felt her tongue seeking mine. For a moment I thought of the snake in my dream, the one that penetrated me and crawled through my whole body, and the memory made me push my tongue to circle hers. I felt one of Alilson's hands on my hard, tiny breasts, tweaking the nipples, which sent a shock all the way through me, anchoring in my clit. I pulled her face to me hard and our kiss became savage. I tried to touch her tits but she pushed my hand away harshly, then broke the kiss. I was panting with need.

"Please, Allison - do me some more? I need it so bad - you must know - "

"I DO know, Jess. Tell me - how hot are you, right now?" "I - don't know - can't think - "

"Good girl. You're learning," she purred, still fondling my tits.

"I just - I need something IN me, anything - your finger, Allie - please finger my pussy? Please?" I mewled. She stopped touching me completely then and I cried out in frustration.

She just laughed and said, "I do believe you're the horny one in the family - not that ANY of us are slackers - who can say about Amy yet, though I've read that two-year-olds are already sexual. Look - I really wanted to talk to you, but you're out of your fucking head right now. I'll come back later," and she rose from the bed and turned toward the door to my room.

I couldn't stand the idea of being alone - okay, of being so fucking frustrated. I called out, "Don't leave, Allie, please! Come back - I'll listen. Really I will."

She knew I was talking through my cunt. "Look, I'll get you off, so you're not so fucking crazy." She paused, slyly thoughtful. "Jess? Want to make a bet?"

Oh oh. I'd stepped into that one before today - though I must say I didn't mind the payoff I had to make - at least the snowball. I still wasn't thrilled about babysitting for her tonight, though.

"What's the bet?"

"Stop fingering your pussy and listen. I'll bet I can make you cum in under three minutes!" I thought she was mocking me with the same wager she'd had with me and Jeremy. But the need to cum was stronger than my petty self-esteem.

"You can't," I retorted.

"Piece of cake."

"How will you know if I do?"

"Kid, I know faking it from the real thing. Plus, I'll also bet you're a squirter."

"A squirter?"

"Yeah, that you'll shoot a stream of girl-cum when I get you over the top."

I'd never heard of girls cumming like that - but what did I know? I might have been squirting my juices all during the Initiation, but how could I have told? I was being filled over and over with boy semen. No way to know if any of the overflow from my pussy was ME, too. I mean, my pussy was rarely empty so how could I have known if I was hosing out or not?

"It's a bet," I giggled, now not caring whether I won or lost. I just needed to cum so badly. "What do I win?"

She laughed. "Not much chance of that! If you do, I'll do anything you ask. But WHEN I win, you'll help me with Freddy." She went silent for a moment. "Yeah, I heard about you and Buster."

I got it, then. Despite herself, Allison was jealous of me and the Great Dane. She'd never fucked a dog, and her 'innocent' little sister beat her to it!

"Aw, you could fuck him without me. Freddy's so sweet natured, he wouldn't be a problem."

Freddy was a great dog - a hound, really. We had no idea what breeds were in him. A little setter, maybe some sheep dog - we didn't know. Our family had him since he was a puppy and now he was getting on in years a little, but he was still as playful as ever. And, I remembered, a horny fucker, too. I remembered seeing him a couple of times in the yard, when a wandering bitch got in the fence. He was a fucking maniac, with a dick knot the size of a cantaloupe! Maybe Allison was right to be nervous. All this went through my head in, I swear, about three seconds.

"How am I supposed to help you?"

"I'm a little afraid of his claws," Allie confessed. "And that prick of his - I've heard of girls getting stuck on a dog knot and getting torn up when he panics and pulls out too fast. I'd just need you to hold the prick so the knot won't get in me. Okay?"

I thought for a while. I wondered if that's all there was to it. But, shit - I wasn't going to lose this bet, so it didn't matter.

"Sure, Allie. I'll help you fuck Freddy. It's really no big deal, you know," I said, speaking as if I was an old pro - which, I smugly saw, pissed her off.

"But first, we talk."

The bitch! Had me all wired up, ready for an orgasm, and SHE wants to talk!

"And then the bet's on. Promise."

Allie looked thoughtful for a moment, then continued.

"Your math's good. I did start fucking at 11."

I couldn't help from interrupting. "But I thought that waiting until 14 was the rule."

"Sure, but some of us jumped the gun. Hell, at my Initiation I was already a much-fucked little lady. Jeremy seemed a little confused when he was the 'first' to slip me the dick. He thought I should be shrieking with pain and have a bloody pussy when he was done. Instead I screamed with an orgasm and threw my pussy up at his thrusts like a Vegas whore. Jeremy's sweet, but at least at the time he was pretty naïve. He thought I just caught on fast."

"What about the blood," I asked, remembering my own tearing and my spermy blood flow last

night.

"Told them all I'd lost my cherry on a horseback ride. They all bought it, do you believe that?" She laughed, then got serious. "I've never told what had really happened."

"Okay, so tell me about your first fuck." I wanted to be a scholar of sex, and of course, it was only to be able to use my knowledge for good purposes!

"It was in the summer, between fifth and sixth grade. I'd just had my 11th birthday party that afternoon. You wouldn't remember - both you and Jeremy were at church camp. Anyway, all my friends were there, boys and girls. Ryan and Ashley were there, but I think the rest have moved away. We played the usual games and stuff - pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey, musical chairs. I got lots of neat stuff - wish I'd kept it all. Some of the presents were clothes.

"I'll never forget one thing I got from Mom and Dad. They called it a 'teddy' - just sort of a wrap-around thing that only covered my tummy. They told me it was a kind of a slip, but I didn't know. Didn't seem practical, but I really loved it. Somehow I knew it would make me feel older when I wore it, and I was tired of being just eleven - a little girl.

"The party ended kind of badly. Most of the kids had left and the rest of us decided to play spin-the-bottle. Shit, I don't know that any of us knew what we were doing - except Ryan. He suggested it. God, Jess - I was so dumb! I thought that when you lost you just had to kiss the boy on the cheek! Did I ever learn!

"I remember my first loss was to Ryan. When he came over to me, I turned my cheek to be kissed, but he turned my face to his and kissed me full on the lips! 'What are you doing,' I gasped. 'Just kissing you, stupid. What do you think?'

"Well, I didn't know what to think - except it was kind of nice. Whenever I lost after that, I made sure I did it right. But it was all still pretty innocent. And, God knows, I liked it.

"That night, Mom and Dad were sitting in the living room watching TV. I'd been in my room, trying on the clothes I'd gotten that afternoon. I had on the teddy, which I really loved, and put the other clothes on over it. I was between changes when Mom suddenly poked her head in the door.

"'Oh, that's just adorable, Allison', she said, looking at me looking at myself in the mirror. I had only the teddy and my panties on. There was a smile in her voice, but her eyes were hard and cold.

"'Come on - let's show your dad.'

"I was so proud of being a big girl that I agreed. Mom went into the living room first and made a grand announcement before taking my hand and presenting me to Dad.

"Dad had been drinking - so what's new? His eyes were red and his voice a little slurred as he said, 'C'm here. Let me see you.' I walked over to him and, I don't know why, I pirouetted and curtsied in front of him, so proud of my outfit.

"What happened next shocked me. Dad pulled me on his lap, face down, and started to spank me! I screamed and begged to know what I'd done!

"'You're a little whore, aren't you?', he muttered as he kept slapping my ass. 'I saw you with those boys, kissing them and teasing them like a tramp!'

"Jess, I had no idea what a whore was, or what he was talking about. All I knew was my ass was in agony! I kept begging him to stop, and looked at Mom, pleading with my eyes to get her to help me, but all she said was, 'The little cock-teaser thinks she's in the Program already, does she? Bill, we'd better straighten her out'.

"Jess, I can't really describe what happened then. It was all too - well, surreal. I remember screaming that I'd do anything if he'd stop hurting me - and it turned out, I had to do everything.

"Dad raped me that night, and Mom held me legs open while he did it. Dad is huge - maybe you don't know that, yet - and I felt all torn up inside. There was nothing at all pleasurable about it. It WAS a rape. My naïve brain must have protected me from the worst and blacked me out. But I remember wondering if he'd ever quit. He must have fucked me for an hour, and none of it was fun. To this day, I wonder what turned me around. I mean I love it now - but sometimes I'm one mean piece of ass, Jess, I'll admit it. Have you heard my Program nickname yet?"

"No."

"'Ball-breaker'! Sometimes when I'm fucking an older guy, I don't know - I just get in a rage and I scratch and claw the bastard. Most of them like it just fine - guess they think they've turned me on so much that I'm an animal. Married guys don't like it much though."

'Married guys'? There's a lot I don't know about my sister, I thought.

"Long story short - Dad knocked me up. I don't know if it was that time, 'cause he fucked me every night until you and Jeremy got back from camp."

"Allie - did Mom hold you down all the time?"

"No, only the first couple of times. Don't you get it? After the first time, I was the one who came on to Dad, and was he ever willing! There I was, a practically titless little girl, fucking her father like she was an old pro streetwalker."

"But - you were pregnant? How? ... "

"Ah, yes. Jess, one of my birthday presents from Mom was a box of napkins, and I don't mean from Kleenex. I'd had my first period only a week or so before my birthday. Funny, isn't it? Knocked up in my first cycle." Allison laughed bitterly.

"The baby ... what? ... "

Allie lightly fingered her scar. "Gone. C-section, when I was seven-and-a-half months along. I never showed much - you never noticed and I don't think anyone but Mom and Dad knew. Dad stayed my lover throughout my pregnancy. We were careful that you and Jeremy wouldn't find out. It was only later that I learned Mom and Jeremy had a thing going, too... " She paused.

"Wait," I said. "Jeremy wasn't quite ten yet - was he? How ... ?"

"They weren't fucking yet, no. But I caught them making out once and she tried to laugh it off, like it was no worse than spin-the-bottle. Jess, do you know about Amy?"

I told her I did. God, the things I'd been learning in the last 24 hours! Jeremy the father of my little sister! Allie impregnated by Dad! And me - carrying on like a cheap whore, even fucking a dog - and loving it! And I could hardly wait to do worse, if there were worse things to do with hands, cunt, mouth and asshole. I'd find out, or invent some, that was going to be for sure.

"Like I said, I didn't show much at all. I wore loose-fitting tops and stuff like that. Anyway, one night, seven months along, I started having terrible clenching pains in my womb. God, was I scared! It shouldn't have been happening yet! Mom called Dr. Reid, and Kerry told them to bring me to the hospital immediately, and she'd meet us there.

"Terrified, I got dressed - God, it was funny, Jess - I just HAD to wear my teddy! The thing was frayed and cum-stained, but in a way I felt like it still kept me tied to the eleven-year-old who wanted so much to be a grown-up woman. Well, here was that child-woman, on her way to deliver her Dad's baby!

"At the hospital, Kerry gave me a quick examination. he'd been my doctor throughout my pregnancy. Mom and Dad stopped taking me to Dr. Rockwell. They knew from experience that Kerry was 'understanding'.

"Well, Kerry decided I was too small to risk normal childbirth and said she'd have to do the C-section. All I heard was 'operation' and got even more scared. They calmed me down with some medication, and for the next many hours I didn't know what going on. Later I got the whole story.

"The C-section went well. I had a 36-ounce baby girl. No, Jess - don't ask. I never saw her. Mom and Dad had already arranged for her to go up for adoption. Dr. Reid insisted on it, or she wouldn't cooperate. And she did something else. She made me sterile."

"Oh, no! Allison - that's just ... wrong!"

"No, it turned out very right. I don't ever want a kid! And I don't have to worry who I fuck now, or how often. I'm free and loose," she laughed.

"Didn't you ever wonder - I mean, where she ended up? Who her parents are?"

"I know who her parents are, dummy - me and Dad."

"No,no, I mean where she is now?"

"Oh, I know where she is. She's called Becky now. She's at the Nelson's." Allison watched the stunned look that spread across my face, with curiosity and questioning. "Yes, the Nelson's where you're going to babysit tonight. And, dear sister, the other part of our bet I haven't told you about yet."

"Wait - I'm confused ... what bet?"

"The one I win when I get you to cum, oh - a few minutes from now. When I win, you're still going to go sit, but you're going to fuck Jimmy while you're there."

'Hmmmm,' I thought. Sounded good to me! I'd never met him, but hey - that was no longer a requirement for fuck partner for me. Not after the Initiation. And ESPECIALLY not after Buster.

"But, Allie, how am I supposed to get him to do that?"

"He'll be disappointed if you don't. I had him first about a month ago, and he's getting to be kind of a pest about it. He threatened to tell his dad about me 'abusing him' - do you believe the little shit? - if I didn't keep fucking and sucking him. And he's just gotten worse. I had to promise to fuck him AND his little buddies the next time." Allie stopped and looked at me with a hot, satisfied smirk. "You guessed it, Jess: Tonight's the 'next time'! I hope he won't be disappointed when you knock on the door!"

While she revealed all of the twists in her bet, I went from outraged to stunned to openly curious, and she could see it, I knew.

She laughed again. "Want to borrow my teddy? No, it's not the same old one, silly. And I'd strongly suggest you wear your diaphragm. You haven't had MY good fortune."

I looked at my sister with a blend of disgust and awe. I'd never hated or loved anyone as much as I loathed and loved her. And know what, Ava? I WANTED to do the Nelson's for her! I was going to lose that bet - and even if I won, I had her covered!

"Allie?"

"What? You wanna back out, don't you?" she said smugly.

"Well, don't think - Allie!" I said sharply.

"What, little sister?"

"Get down here this second and eat my pussy. I'm watching the clock. Make it good!"

(And Ava - did she ever! Thank God I lost that bet! But that's a story for tomorrow. Right now I have a taste for little girl furless pie - Are you surprised?)

"Allie?"

"What? You wanna back out, don't you?" she said smugly. "Well, don't think - "

"Allie!" I said sharply.

"What IS it, Jess?"

"There are some things I need to know about tonight. Answer me truthfully, ok?"

"What?"

"Do they have any - pets?"

She laughed. "Why you little dog fucker, you ... Just a two-year-old gorgeous collie. I think he's still human virgin. What do you have in mind, little sister?"

"Oh, nothing at all. I just like animals," I said disingenuously, then couldn't stop my laughter.

"Right! And what else?"

"What's the family situation? Mother? Father? Other kids?"

"Mr. Nelson's a widower. I think his wife died a year ago - some kind of accident, I don't really know. Jimmy's nine, like I said, and my little girl's four, going on five. That's it."

"Does Mr. Nelson know Amy's yours?"

"No. And he never will."

"Allison, how did you find out where your baby went?"

"From Kerry. Don't ask how I got it out of her. What else you want to pry into?" she asked impatiently. Allie mentioning Kerry got me thinking.

"Allie? Dr. Reid as much as ordered me not to fuck anyone until Tuesday, and I have only fucked Program kids. But - Jimmy - and the others - they can't be After-Schoolers. They're too young. I really don't - "

"Relax, Jess. I've been breaking the rules for years, and most of the other kids would admit they do too, if they were as honest as me. Some kids need to have the illusion that they're really responsible little fuckers, so they give lip-service to the rules. Shit, I service anybody I want whenever I want. I'm no fucking hypocrite, and I don't want you to be one, either. Family pride, I guess," she chuckled. "Just wear your diaphragm and it'll be cool. Your lovers tonight are too damn young to have been exposed to diseases. I know I didn't give 'em anything."

"You - you've fucked them all?"

"Only Jimmy, and at nine he'll be the oldest. He hasn't been able to cum all that long. and I seriously doubt his 'homies' are old enough to, either. Hard-ons - sure, why not? Jimmy swears he's just bringing me virgin 'husbands' tonight - only we're switching brides on him, right Sis?"

"Mmmmm - right!" Jesus, was I ever getting hot, Ava! "Well, that leaves just two things to cover."

"What else?" she asked with some frustration.

"Get down here this second and eat my pussy. I'm watching the clock. Make it good! And after that, why don't you see if Freddy's ready for a taste of you!"

(And Ava - did she ever bring me off! Thank God I lost that bet! Aw, hell - I'd have bribed her to let me go to the Nelson's tonight. And Freddy? Let's just say he gave satisfaction).

* * *

Allison walked me to the Nelson's that evening.

"Okay - I'll introduce you to Mr. Nelson, and let him know that you're taking my place tonight," Allie said. "He'll be fine with it."

"Where's he going?" I asked.

"Well, he'll say he's just going to watch ESPN at a bar with some guys, but I happen to know he's usually at the Motel 6 with Mrs. Friedmann and Judy, or one of the other kids. Why, Jess - you look surprised?"

Surprised was putting it mildly. Mrs. Friedmann was the wife of a professor at the college, and Judy was their youngest daughter, my own age. Mrs. Friedmann was kind of a frumpy woman - maybe 40 or 45, gray kinky hair, prominent Jewish nose, and tits the size of Ararat.

"That's what I said. The good professor's wife has a wild side."

"But why bring Judy," I asked.

"Why do you think, dope? Mr. Nelson's into three-ways, and it's a fact he'll only fuck Rebecca if she brings Judy along."

"Are you sure?" I asked doubtfully.

"Ask him if you want," she taunted.

I knew I wouldn't do that. I mean, I'd never met him and didn't know anything about him at all.

As we started up the walkway to the Nelson's door, Allie stopped me.

"OK, some things you need to know. Jimmy's an aggressive little shit in some ways. Thinks he's God's gift and all that. He's not bad for a kid, but still ... He might get kind of pushy about a hand job, like not even waiting till his dad's shut the door before he drops trou. Put him off for a while. A little bit of blue balls is good for him."

"Allie - what if he wants a blowjob?"

"Ahh, that's up to you, Jess. I haven't done him yet, myself."

"But you've fucked him, right?"

"After a fashion, sure, but I want him to have a little mystery going with me. Another thing - he may be just nine, but he's got the length of a young stud. Not thick, but fairly long."

I had no idea yet what 'fairly long' meant. I mean, I'd been thoroughly fucked last night and had handled Jeremy's prick, but what was long? What was average?

She went on, "About five or six inches - which, in a boy, is damn decent. Maybe it's genes - " Her voice trailed off.

"Are you saying ... ?"

"Nah, only guessing. I'd love to find out, though. See if it's a myth or not?"

"WHAT's a myth?"

Allie just gave a little smile. "What they say about Black guys." She batted her eyes like a whorish Southern belle.

"You don't mean I didn't tell you Mr. Nelson's Black? Oh, I am SO sorry. Yes, Bob's an assistant football coach at the college."

"'Bob'? Are you SURE you haven't ... "

"Not yet, anyway," she laughed. "And don't you go beating me to him!" she said, half-jokingly.

"I won't promise anything," I said smugly. "Anyway, you said he only likes more than one at a time."

"I said that's what he prefers, not what he has to have. Seriously, Jess - be cool about him, OK? Don't get in too deep too soon."

"What?! You tell me that? You, who's set me up to jack-off a bunch of minors? When did you get so moral?" I would have said more, but I suddenly realized she was serious, and that she wanted to get close to this older guy.

"Oh, do whatever you want, I don't care," Allie muttered, and pushed the doorbell. We heard lots of noisy voices behind the door, and a deeper voice saying, "That's enough, you guys. Allison's not going to put up with all your shit."

The door opened and there, backlit by the living room lamps, was the whistle-toting hunk I'd seen this morning at the practice field. He flipped the porch light on and then I could see him better, and he saw there were two of us there.

"Allison? Thanks for coming. And who's your friend?" He gave me a broad, white smile.

"Mr. Nelson, this is my sister, Jessica. I hope you don't mind, but something came up and I can't sit for Jimmy and Becky tonight. Jess is a great sitter, though. Everything will be fine with her."

Mr. Nelson looked me over, head to toes. Still staring at me, he said to Allie, "Something came up, huh? Nothing too big for you to handle, though?" I know I blushed, even if Allie didn't.

"Never too big for me, Mr. Nelson."

"Well," he said, still riveted on my face, "I guess if Jimmy ain't too big, you'll be fine."

I was dying to know if all this talk was as sexually loaded at it sounded, but I obviously couldn't ask.

Mr. Nelson turned his head and yelled. "Jimmy? Get over here!" Turning back to be he said, "I hope you don't mind that Jimmy's having a sleepover tonight? I'll be paying you extra, of course. Jimmy!"

A good-looking kid with a big smile came to the door. He saw Allison and his grin got even bigger. Then he noticed me, and his eyes grew puzzled.

"Jimmy, this is Jessica, Allison's sister. She'll be watching you tonight. I want you to listen to her just like you would to Allie, you hear?"

In a tight voice, Jimmy said, "Yes, sir."

"Good. Oh, excuse me - phone's ringing - come on in, ladies." Mr. Nelson turned and went through a doorway to catch the call.

"Allison - why you do this to me?" Jimmy whined. "You know what I wanted? And my homies, too ... Shit!" It was almost funny, hearing and watching this nine-year-old trying to be a domineering stud with my sister - the 'ball-breaker'!

"It's okay, Jimmy, really. Jess knows."

"She does?"

"Yes. And it's fine with her."

"Shee-it - she don't look any older than me. You a woman - she just a kid." His pose would have been annoying in anyone other than a fourth grader. As it was, I found myself charmed, and more than ready to play along.

"It is, Jimmy. How many 'homies' you have here tonight?" I asked, almost demurely.

"Four. Me and Willy, we both in ... same grade. Then there's Jermaine, Willy's little brother. Third grade, but a big kid." I stifled a laugh again, watching Jimmy playing the boy-of-the-world. "And Jamal. He's my cousin. Plays football at the college. He be coming by later," he said proudly.

"Well, Jimmy," I said coyly, "if Jamal's at college, why do you need a 14-year-old white chick to babysit you? Seems he could handle it."

"I don't want no hand-job from a boy," this boy blurted out, and all three of us laughed.

Mr. Nelson heard our laughter as he walked up and said, "Glad you're all getting along. Jess, everything'll be fine. I left my pager number by the phone, if you need anything. I expect I'll just be at Moe's watching football ... "

"Could you leave that number, too," I asked, setting an innocent little trap.

"Well, but I might not be there, either. No, pager's best. Jess, I just put Becky in bed. She'll likely sleep the night. I expect to be back by 1:00 or so. I'll drive you home then. Okay?"

"Sounds great, Mr. Nelson," Allison said. "I've gotta run, Jess. Catch you later."

"Hey, girl - can I give you a ride somewhere? Won't be no trouble."

"Gee, thanks, Mr. Nelson. Sure!" Allie answered.

"Where to?" Bob murmured. Allie hesitated,

"Well, I was going to meet some kids over on Main, near the Motel 6," Allie said, all wide-eyed innocence. Bob peered at her, and a smile broke across his jet-black face.

"That right? Well, I have some business right around there myself. Works out well - for us both, wouldn't you say? Let me grab my jacket - be right back."

I whispered to Allie, "What's all that about?"

"Oh, well I just happened to hear that Judy Friedmann's got the flu and ... "

"Right," I blurted, "but what about Mrs. Friedmann?"

"The lady's the one who called ME and told me about Judy. Seems she's heard nothing but good things about my - good nature, and not wanting to miss one inch of Bob, begged me to take her Judy's place," she laughed.

"When did you arrange all this," I demanded.

"Yesterday, while my kid sister was being initiated into the world of sexual bliss."

I thought a moment and asked, "Hey - what would you have done if you hadn't won that bet with me? You bitch," I laughed admiringly. "You had it all planned, didn't you?"

"Don't flatter yourself, Jess. I could have found another substitute sitter, easy."

"Yeah, but one willing to play-act whore to a bunch of Black boys?"

"ESPECIALLY a bunch of Black boys." She laughed, then gestured me to be quiet.

Bob returned with his jacket and said, "You think you can handle it? I mean, a bunch of rowdy young bloods like these?"

They didn't seem especially rowdy to me. Jimmy was still standing, nervously shifting his feet behind his dad, while the other two boys, Willy and Jermaine, sat on the couch, looking a little nervous, like wallflowers at a grade school dance.

I took them both in, and actually was a little turned on by my assessment. Willy, the othernine-year-old, was big for his age it seemed to me; about two inches taller than Jimmy and more filled-out. He was a beautiful caramel color, with, crazily enough for such a little kid, a shaved head. He would catch my eye briefly, then look away sullenly, like I was a treat dangled before him that would only be taken away.

Jermaine - well, I couldn't quite figure out why he'd been invited to a children's jerk-orgy. I mean, isn't eight a bit young? Had his balls even dropped yet? He had to be clueless, I thought - my chief misconception of the evening, as it turned out. He met my eye and held it, smiled at me and (the nervy little boy) licked his lips and winked at me! But damn, was he cute! If Willy was caramel, Jermaine was Cadbury's semi-sweet chocolate, and I always did have a huge sweet tooth!

Jimmy, Willy and Jermaine - with Jamal yet to come. I thought about Bob's question: Could I handle these rowdies? Remember, I wasn't yet the whore I am today. I was learning fast, for sure, and loving the studies, but I didn't know much yet about the psychology of sluthood. I mean, I was sure I could give and get all the physical pleasure I wanted, but it was only slowly dawning on me that there's a mind-game side to sex that, if understood, only makes the ecstasy greater. I'd find out more about that before the night was over.

"Sure, Mr. Nelson. They'll be no problem. I'll check on Amy in a few minutes. Have fun at your - sports thing. Allie, see you at home later? OK, now," I said, turning to the boys, "time to get ready for bed!"

"Whaaat?! We gets to stay up till ten - you said so, Dad!" Jimmy was confused and mad.

"That's right, Jess, I said this was a special night for the boys," inserted Bob. "But that don't mean you guys can't get ready now, hear?" Bob and Allie said their goodnights and turned to leave. With muted grumbling, all three trooped off to get ready.

When I'd turned, Bob and Allie were already half-way down the walkway. I noticed Bob had his arm around Allie, in what he maybe hoped would be taken as a protective, fatherly gesture. When he dropped his big hand to her ass, it did kind of spoil the effect. Then they disappeared into his Camaro and were gone.

The boys were still off somewhere in the house and I decided to first check on Amy. I didn't know where her room was - no one had given me a tour of the layout, so I just started going room to room.

I passed one door, behind which I could hear the boys goofing around, and tried the next one. It was dark and empty - probably Bob's room. I went to the next closed door and opened it. A dim nightlight illuminated the room, and on a small bed I spotted a lump under some covers. I went to the bedside and sat down carefully, not wanting to wake the child. I was burning with curiosity to see my 'sister'.

I pulled the covers back gently and gasped: She was almost as Black as her dad! What the fuck!? No way - if she were Allie's and Dad's, she'd be White - almost pale white, as both were very fair complected. It hit me with depressing suddenness that Allie lied - or did she? Maybe she was just having another sick joke at my expense - or was Allie disturbed? And how would I ask her? SHOULD I even ask?

Lost in these awful ruminations, I heard a yell from nearby.

"Jess? We ready for you! Come out and play, bitch!"

It was Jimmy, still playing the Player for his friends. It pissed me off, that he was taking so much for granted. I'd have to show his Black ass up - but then I paused. No, it might be better to play games with him. I hadn't resolved yet just how far I was going to go with this whole scene with the Black boys, but I knew that I'd go with the flow - and that I would control the flow.

I slipped out of Amy's room and went looking for the kids. I found them sitting in the living room, all of them only in boxer shorts, Jimmy looking like the smug ring-leader, Willy still shy, with a throw pillow on his lap, and Jermaine still smirking his little stud's smile.

"Jimmy, not so loud! You could have woken Amy, you know, and I don't need that kind of grief," I protested.

"Oh? What kind of grief DO you need?" he asked, his hand on the bulge in his shorts.

"A screaming baby, that's what. Little boys I can handle," I challenged.

"Let's see if you can handle THIS," he smirked, juggled his bulge.

It was time to set some rules here.

"Jimmy - come with me. We need to - talk." I left a challenge in my voice. "Where can we go, hmmm?"

"My room - upstairs. Let's go, ho." I took him by the hand, and let him lead me to his room. Oh, I didn't mention I was wearing only a t-shirt and a short skirt, with no underwear. I'd ecided against Allie's offer of a teddie. Still, I was transparently slutty enough in my garb.

We went into his candlelit room and I shut the door behind us.

"OK, Jimmy. What the fuck's the deal here?" Jimmy was taken aback by my challenge, his player pose shaky now.

"Allie - your sister - said she'd - she'd FUCK me tonight."

"That's not what she told me, boy," I spat back.

"She did! And my homies, too!"

"Jimmy - cut the street shit with me, okay? I didn't agree to any of this, got it?"

"But - you gotta ... "

"I don't have to do SHIT, understand? Now, what did you tell Willy and Jermaine was going to happen? Tell me!"

He stammered, "That they'd get a fine time with a White chick. I didn't promise 'em nothin' specific."

"Good. So tell me - those two look up to you, right?"

"Yeah."

"And if nothing happens, you'll look real bad to 'em, right?"

He hung his head for an answer.

"I know you've had you dick in my sister - it's all right, I know. Just how experienced are you? Don't lie now, boy."

"She - your sister's my first."

"Jimmy - you like Allie?"

"Yeah - she real nice to me."

"You like me, too, Jimmy?" I hooked my thumbs in the waist of my skirt and tugged them down and inch or two.

"Oooo, sure - you plenty sweet, too," he gulped.

"Wanna see my pussy?" I cooed.

"Yeah!"

"In a minute, baby. First, tell me about Willy and Jermaine. They as big a man-of-the-world as you, hmmm?"

Jimmy was so hot he completely missed my irony. "Willy? Nah, he ain't done nothing. He just shy as shit. I invited him, just kind of a mercy, you know? Thinking Allie'd be good for the kid." This from a kid himself!

"And Jermaine?" I asked, lowering my waist band to within a cunt hair's width of my snatch.

"Keep goin'," he growled, reaching for my waist.

"Hands off, boy," I said, taking a step back. "Only when I say. Now, Jermaine - what's he got?" Jimmy stopped but kept his eyes on my crotch.

"Jermaine? Man, I don't know WHAT to believe 'bout him. Listen to him, you'd believe he's a real stud. Claims he got a seven-inch dick and he's used it plenty."

"You believe him?"

"Just ain't sure. Talks a good game - Allie?," he asked, sounding like a kid who knows he's not going to get that cookie. "What you doin'? Ain't you - "

"Don't worry, Jimmy," I said. "I'm not going to make you look bad. But here's the deal: I'm only going to be with one of you at a time - no gang shit, understand? And I'm not promising what I'll do with each of you - but you can brag about whatever you want, OK? For instance, I am NOT going to fuck you." The kid looked crushed. "But, short of fucking, I'm yours, baby - "

He looked so relieved, and horny as hell at the same time. I let him finish stripping me, then let him kiss me. Jimmy was a decent kisser - big, soft Black lips that just melted around mine. Damn, I was getting hot despite my warnings to him.

"Slow down, slow, Jimmy," I managed to gasp. "Let me see your dick - Honey, you're my first nigger stud and I want to see what a Black man's made of - Ooooh, nice, baby." And it was, too. Dark and fresh - no foreskin. I stroked him, making note of the veins and the lighter colored cock head, the slightly gaping slit with ooze already coming out. I just HAD to lick it off.

While I was examining him, he massaged my tits. My nipples grew hard, and I had to show him how to pinch and tweak them. When he got it right, I groaned, and gave his cock a wet kiss, while cupping his nuts and rubbing them. He was standing in front of me while I sat on the edge of the bed. Jimmy grabbed my head and started jerking me forward to take in more of his black prong, but I spit it out.

"No! We do this my way!"

Chastised, he let me go, and I resumed my ministrations to his cock. Damn, he was tasty! I lost my head then and took him deeper into my mouth - a mistake. I was still too green to read the signs, and suddenly my mouth was filling with his salty-sweet semen. It was over too fast - I was just getting warm, for Chrissakes! I don't know how much jizz he shot into my mouth, but I was swallowing frantically, not wanting to get his scum all over me - not this early anyway. When the last mouthful was down, I spoke roughly to him.

"Fuck, Jimmy! Don't you have any self-control? Shit! You're supposed to please me, too, not just yourself! Damn!"

Jimmy almost had tears in his eyes; I'd shamed him, I guess. I felt sorry for him then, and hugged him around the waist.

"Oh, don't worry, baby - you'll do better next time. You've got a sweet cock, Jimmy. Really."

'Really?' his eyes asked.

"Sure do. Now, go out to your friends and tell 'em I said so - Just don't say you fucked me, right? Don't say much of anything. I don't know what I'll with each of them, so don't give them any ideas, OK?"

"Sure - what you said."

Jimmy paused. "See you again? Later?" he implored.

"We'll see. Now get, and send in Willy."

He left, and I had a few minutes to ponder Life So Far, as I put it to myself. Here I was, fourteen years and a day. Two days ago I was a fresh kid, not bad looking - a little thin for my age; lower-case "a" tits. Perky little ass, blond. Having a hard time picturing me? I wasn't always 30 pounds overweight like now - thank God a lot of it went to my tits. "D" is such a better letter than "a", except maybe on a quiz. And I'm really better with auburn hair, at least for now.

Whatever. Like I was saying, from a petite virgin to a gangbanged, dog-fucking slut in just over a day - not bad, not bad at all. And now my first Black dick! Oh, I really wanted to fuck Jimmy, but held off 'cause I wanted to take advantage of this sweet situation to find out more about cock.

A light knock on the door broke into my musings. "Come in, Willy," I cooed.

He shyly entered and stayed near the door.

"It's okay, honey, I won't bite - unless that's what you want, hmmm?"

I'd decided already that I'd take a motherly approach with Willy, try to draw him out of his shyness. Nobody much used the term 'low self-esteem' 15 years ago, but that's what Willy had a case of. Being a little big for his age must have left him feeling awkward, most especially around girls, I imagined. Well, I'd baby him into feeling better about himself.

"Come over to the bed, baby. Sit by mama - that's right." I'd put my t-shirt back on before he arrived, but I was still pussy-naked.

"Would you like to kiss me, hmmm?" His eyes said 'yes' but he made no move. It was really sweet, and I really did want to mother him - like my mom mothered Jeremy!

I cuddled by him and kissed his cheek.

"Now - that wasn't so bad, was it?" He shook his head. "Want another?" Again a head shake, and I startled the poor kid by planting a big wet full-of-tongue kiss on him. I'd closed my eyes, but I'd bet anything his flew open!

Willy quickly got into the kissing. I took his hand and pushed it under my shirt. He was catching on fast, as he massaged my tits and nipples. 'Damn', I thought, 'he must have done this before!' It turned out it wasn't shyness that was Willy's problem. I found that out when I reached into his shorts and clutch his prick. Oh honey - no nine-year-old should have such a cock! It had to be seven inches and thick! My God! (Willy told me later that he was embarrassed by it. He thought he was a freak! Oh, mamma - The world should be FULL of such freaks!)

"Baby, ohhhh, baby baby - what have you been hiding? You prick is gorgeous - and so are you!"

I wanted him to feel pride in more than his hugeness - guess I'm just an old social worker at heart!

"Willy - what do you want me to do for you . . just ask it, honey."

I'd have done anything - anything at all in that moment. I felt such a tenderness for Willy, and raging lust for his willie.

"Ummm - could you just - kind of keep rubbin' me?" he asked.

"COULD I? For you and him, sure - just lay back, babe."

It was sweet. I stroked him with one hand, then two, pausing every so often to kiss his smooth crown.

And then it was over fast, much too fast. He shot a big puddle onto his stomach and chest, and I couldn't resist streaking it with my fingers, like I was back in fourth grade with him, finger-painting. As a bonus, I licked him clean, taking care to nibble his nipples as I did so. Willy was still breathing heavily, and I whispered to him, "Willy? You ever need a babysitter at your place, just call me, hear?"

Willy smiled broadly, stood up, and started to leave the room.

"Willy? Better put your shorts back on. We don't want Jimmy and Jermaine to get all green and black with envy, now do we?"

Willy laughed, and just said, "I'll send Jermaine up." I knew I didn't have to tell this close-mouthed sweetheart not to tell too much about what we'd done.

Next Jermaine, the cocky little prick sauntered into the room. He didn't even look at me. Instead, he looked around like he was window shopping, or critiquing the furnishings. I knew this encounter would be a LOT different from the first two.

"Like what you've done with the room," he mused, then laughed in a high, tenor voice.

"I'm so glad you do, sir," I replied.

I decided right then that I'd fantasize with Jermaine, play the classic 'Black cock whore' to his pimp. I didn't know much about that stuff at the time, but later I could look back and see he was already imagining himself as a street heavy. I knew I'd stop it just short of full fucking, though. I mean, I was the woman here, right? Damn, I was fourteen, with six years on him. A little playtime, that's all. Or so I thought.

"That'll be $100 for a blowjob, $200 to fuck my White pussy, or $300 for both. What'll it be, baby?"

"Sheeit, girl. I don't pay for pussy! Ho's pays me!" I almost had to laugh out loud. He was really getting into the part! "Or, should I say, they pays my ho's and THEY pays me."

I couldn't stop the laughter then. "Oh, bullshit, boy - what do you think you - "

My words were stopped by a slap to my face!

"I'm too much man for your sorry White ass, that's what, cunt!" His fierce eyes engaged mine.

"Now, just a fucking minute, boy - "

"Lose that 'boy' shit right now, bitch! Understand?"

I had to take control of the situation, I knew that, or it could lead in directions I didn't want - or did I? What harm could come of it, if I played this out to the end? I STILL wasn't going to fuck him, but everything short of that? Could be fun, and Jermaine was showing real talent in the role. I timidly replied, "Yes, sir."

"That's better, bitch. I don't take shit from any ho. Just ask Tonya, or Shawaan, bitches'll tell ya!"

"Yes, sir."

"You wanna be one of my girls? Huh?"

I liked where this was going, this whore recruitment scene. Like I say, he was good, and I was enjoying it, too. And, I must admit, getting horny as shit after a so-so blow job and a frustratingly short hand job. Maybe let him lick my pussy?

"Yes - I'd love that - sir."

"Gotta see if you qualified, woman - Stand up - let me see you."

I was still naked from the time with Willy. Standing, I realized I was half a head taller than Jermaine, though we probably weighed about the same.

"Tits ain't much, but they's freaks who'll pay for that ... Open your mouth!" I thought he was going to count my teeth, like he was buying a horse or something. "Good cave ... How you at blow jobs, bitch?"

Ah, I thought, so this is what he wants tonight. Fair enough - I could use the practice.

"I give great head, sir."

"We'll see about that later," he mused.

Was I wrong? What did he want?

"Now your pussy. Lay down - spread that snatch, bitch - use your fingers - that's it."

I did as I was told, a little more confused, a little more frustrated, All the sexual tension had been building in me with the first two boys, and now here I was with a pimp-wannabe, being sized up like a hunk of meat - and damned if I didn't love it! I was still half treating it like a skit, the White slut ingénue to Jermaine's cock-master.

"Mmmmm - maybe just a taste," and he ran his tongue into my damp slit.

"Unnnnggghhhh," I moaned. Christ, he was GOOD! Of course, I'd only had Ashley to compare him to, last night when she tongue-cleaned my swampy vagina. His tongue flicked hard on my clit and I screamed with delight. Then he slithered a finger inside me and I melted into orgasm; a second finger pierced me, and my spray must have about drowned him. Yup - as Allie guessed, I was definitely a squirter. I felt his fingers digging deliciously into my pussy, rummaging around, keeping me in shrieking cums, over and over. I thought he was talking to me, but I couldn't understand a thing - I was too far gone to hear, thrashing my head side to side on the mattress.

Suddenly, my pussy was alone. It felt empty without him, and I furiously fingered myself to keep the high going. I felt the mattress sink a little as this eight-year-old play-pimp nestled himself between my legs.

Ava, I couldn't have stopped him - didn't WANT to stop him. Even looking back on all that happened after - nope, I had to get fucked! That's not all of it: I had to have HIM!

I had just a second of regret as his prick slid into my oily shaft that I hadn't taken time to study his prick. God, it felt great, though - good sized, but not uncomfortable. I mean, he was just eight, after all! Of course there was Willy with his black boy-log - but I forgot about him right away, as Jermaine launched into a rhythm that was too great for words. He jabbed slow, then fast; shallow, then deep; piercing me from different angles, hitting what I later learned was my g-spot. He had me screaming and cumming, but he never stopped driving deeply into me. Unlike my first two Black lovers, Jermaine knew how to get my steam up, but not cum too soon. I loved him for that!

After what had to have been 30 minutes of magical fucking, I was wearing out. My ass was scratched from the harshly textured cover on the bed; my pussy was sore, too, and I was drained of my lubricant, making my pussy raw.

I pushed his shoulders. "No more! God, stop now, I can't fuck anymore!"

"What's the matter, bitch? Wore out? Any ho of mine gots to go more than that. Shee-it. Well, I suppose I better breed you now. Throw your ass up at me a few more times - that's it," he grunted.

I couldn't believe it - he was still playing his part! Well, I figured I might as well see it through. The sweet boy deserved it, for all the thrills he'd given me. I clamped my legs around his waist and urged him on, getting into my part. 'Breed me'? If that was his fantasy, I was happy to take part. After all, I did have my diaphragm in, playing it safe, even though I wasn't positive I hadn't let this babysitting night get out of my control. Anyway, eight-year-olds can't cum anyway - can they? Shit - both Jimmy and Willy had spurted and they were only a year older - no, it's not possible -

Christ, those thoughts relaxed me, and the relief just put me more into the game.

"That's right, honey - fuck me, fuck me - fill my White cunt with your cum - shoot it deep baby, oh give me everything, I'm your slut, your filthy White whore - Ohhhh, FUCK! Cum in my pussy, baby - NOW!"

Jermaine's face above mine looked angry, twisted. His loins hammered mine and I knew I'd be bruised badly. He must have been pounding me 100 strokes a minute, mercilessly, frantically. His eyes got wide and he froze into my depths.

OH MY GOD! The 'little boy' COULD cum! Fuck!! I could tell he was filling me to overflowing with his semen, his Black seed. I swear I could feel the reverberations of his sperm shots, and, exhausted and fucked-out, I could only groan, and take his weight fully on top of me, his magic Black dick still embedded in my vagina.

After many minutes I grew uncomfortable and rolled him over - taking care not to dismount, wanting the connection to continue, go on forever.

I was nuts with lust, Ava. I'd just had the fuck of my short life, one I'd use as the benchmark for a long time to come. And how could I NOT have half fallen for this Black man-child, this sly actor, this wonderful lover.

Jermaine smiled and said, "I do believe you be a good addition to my stable, girl." I laughed and hugged him close, and squeezed his planted pole with my pussy muscles. "Don't do that," he said, "unless you ready to go again."

"Oh, you sweet boy - not yet. Let me cum down a little," I laughed.

"What did I tell you about that 'boy' shit, bitch!" he snarled.

"Oh, I'm sorry, baby. I just got into the role so far, I didn't - "

"WHAT fuckin' role. I'm serious as death, cunt!"

Damn - he was!

"But Jermaine - all that crap about your 'ho's' - Tonya was it?"

"Yeah - and Shawaan. Tonya my sister. She just six. Only good for givin' blowjobs out behind the video store. Savin' her cherry for a big spender some day."

"Riiight," I drawled. "And what's Shawaan's specialty?"

"Mom'll do any shit I tell's her. Lots of bucks in lily-white old Grinnel for an octoroon submissive."

"You're great, Jermaine!. What a fucking imagination!"

He laughed then, and so did I. Finally, the game was over.

"You had me going again, Jermaine. Hery, c'mon - ready to 'breed your White whore' again?"

"Whatcha think?" He jabbed me with his still hard, still impaled Black baby-maker.

"Oh," he said. "You oughta put this someplace safe and clean. You be needin' it when you work your ass for me," and he held up my diaphragm! I was shocked speechless, too stunned to stop his now insistent up-thrusts into my unprotected womb. "Told you you're my breeding bitch ... "

God help me, Ava, but at that insane moment, my womb wide open and throbbing, that's exactly what I craved - even the strong risk was not too high a price to pay for another fuck like the one he'd just thrown me.

"Ugnnhhh - bitch! You fertile now? You want my Black pickaninny bastard, don't you? DON'T YOU!?"

"Yesssss! Yesss, oh fuck, YESSSS! Give me your Black bastard baby! Knock me up, PLEEEEASE!" and after only a dozen or so intense strokes of his prick, a jet of seed flew to my cervix, Black sperm seeking White egg, and my orgasm put me over into a blackout.

(Ava: Mom - did - were you - ?

Jess: No, honey - not that night. Not for a while. See, I was terrified - not of being pregnant, but of the power a goddamn EIGHT-year-old was having over me. I vowed that if I wasn't pregnant after that first night, I'd have to avoid Jermaine for a long, long time, or - God, I'd give in to him again and again until he DID breed me, and I wanted at least a little time to get farther into my whorishness without a pregnancy slowing me down. Because I knew that even if I wasn't destined to be one of Dr. Reid's breeders, I'd never give away a baby - especially his.

Ava: And did you stop - seeing Jermaine?

Jess: For a while I did. And he didn't come looking for me. Christ, Ava - he was a boy - and the most irresistible man I've ever known. No, he waited, knowing I'd be back. And we got together, over and over. It took a lot of tears and love-making - we'd gone way beyond just fucking, WAY beyond.

Honey, I have only two regrets about my love affair with my boy. That when he died, Brad was too young to remember him ... and that you weren't born yet!)

Jermaine dad was in many ways a cold-hearted little bastard. He never once said he loved me, although he knew I'd have done anything to hear those words. And I did do anything he asked; but that was later. I did stick to my vow to not see him after that night at Jimmy's, at least for as long as I could stand it.

But that night, after he'd fucked me a third time, we did talk awhile. He let me know he still wanted to pimp for me, but I hesitated. I know I said I'd have done anything for him, but I wasn't ready to be a common pay-for-play whore - at least not yet. I was romantic enough to still put a high value on love, and I couldn't, in my heart, accept that the love of my life would sell me to other men. I turned him down flat.

"You be back," he said smugly.

"Don't be so sure," I said, knowing I couldn't possibly stay away forever.

"It don't worry me. Take your time. I'll find you when you ready. You can't go long without this," he laughed, giving me a sharp jab with his insatiable cock, now (did I forget to mention?) lodged in my ass. He was right.

"But hey, girl - you gots some of them wild oats to sow, don't ya? I don't WANT a bitch who don't give herself to me wholesale. So, Jess, I be seeing you."

He popped his cock out of my butt, stood up, and smiled down at me, curled on the bed in a puddle of our mutual cum. I'd never felt so alone before. "Only thing is," he frowned, "you can hand your cunt out as much as you want, but the womb's mine, understand?"

"What do you mean?" I asked, pretty sure I knew the answer.

"Fuck your White whore's brains out, don't matter to me. But, if you ain't sproutin' my Black child in you yet, you going to be someday." He picked up the diaphragm he'd pulled from me before the first fuck. "You be wearing this ALL the time. It only comes out for Jermaine, got it? When you ready, you come crawlin', and when you do, I want to see this in your hand, not your pussy. Right now, get this fucker back in you. Keep my cum bottled up. And keep other fuckers' shit OUT of my womb!"

I didn't have to think long. "Yes, baby. Whatever you say."

He startled me then with his tenderness.

"Uh uh, not what I say. You has to want it deep in your heart and soul, baby. Only when you ready to surrender. I don't want your sorry White ass till then."

Ava, we'd been together in the candlelit room maybe a half an hour, and I wasn't at all the same girl who'd entered it. Something had been added, nothing taken away. I ill intended to experience everything a slut could - yet here I was - in love! I would give my cunt, mouth and ass to anybody and everybody - yet my soul and womb were his alone. I'd become as filthy a tramp as Grinnel had ever seen, but I would love this boy the rest of my days, and bear his children.

There was a whining at the bedroom door.

"Damn it, Jermaine - you had enough time with her! Me 'n Willy wants our seconds! You comin' outta there?"

God, I'd forgotten all about the other kids. But I wanted only to be with my man-child.

"Send him away," I whispered to Jermaine.

"Be right out, man," Jermaine called to the door. "Bitch be yours! Give me a minute."

"Don't - don't go yet, please?" I begged.

"Gots to. Hey - you kept me longer than I meant to be."

Did that mean - ? Shit, Ava, I was like a love-struck kid, listening and hoping for any signs of affection.

"Jess - Jimmy 'n Willy are my men. They really just kids. You be doing them a mercy by showin' 'em a fine time, hear me?"

"But, baby - "

"You love me, right?" he smirked.

"Yes - yes, I love you, Jermaine."

"Then do what I say. You three get it on - keeps that rubber of yours in though, hear me? Your womb is MINE."

"Oh, don't go yet - we have - so much we should talk about, like - "

"We said it all. Simple rules: You go be a whore until you ready to be my bitch. When you ready to breed, come see me." And then he left.

I bought his rules completely. He knew me better than it seemed I knew myself. I'd be back. But right now, I knew I wanted to be just what he'd ordered me to be - a total round-heels.

The door to the bedroom opened again. I'd expected to see a black, back-lit shadow, but not three of them! The forms moved into the room and surrounded the bed. Three? Was Jermaine going to join in what was shaping up to be my first Black gangbang? But one of the three shapes was huge, and I found myself hoping it was Bob Nelson, back from his tryst with Allie and Mrs. Friedmann!

"Jess? This 's my cousin, Jamal."

Jamal stepped forward, bowed and shook my hand.

"Very pleased to make your acquaintance, Jessica."

I was mesmerized by his eyes, his smile, and by his gentlemanly manner. Despite my sexual exertions of the night, I felt a flutter in my abdomen as I thought - as I fucking well KNEW - that Jamal would be fucking me tonight. Yes, he'd be FUCKing me, pure, dirty and simply. Jermaine was my only lover.

"Pleased to meet you, too." Damn. I almost said "sir". An easy mistake: Though I'd be fucked by lots of guys in the last two days, none of them were MEN, like this hunk in front of me.

"Jimmy? Why don't you and your friend Willy leave me and Jessica alone for a bit, to get to know each other better?"

"Aww, Jamal," Jimmy whined, but at a sharp glace from Jamal, he and Willy sadly dragged themselves away.

When Jamal turned back to me, I noticed he was wearing a sweat outfit. "Grinnel Football" was stenciled on the front.

He saw me looking at his chest and laughed, "Here - let me take this off. Give you a better look," and he pulled the thick cotton garment over his head. He had a beautiful build. I'd have guessed he was a running back or wide receiver, not bulky like a tackle; built, like they say, for speed.

"May I?" he asked, a long black finger lightly tracing the contours of my pussy lips. By way of answer, I spread my legs wide until my lips opened slightly for him. "Hmmm - I'd say you've been having fun before I got here," he laughed. "Did you take on all three of them?"

I couldn't speak with the tremoring in my cunt, but shook my head 'no'.

He laughed, a deep joyful sound, and slipped at finger into my snatch. "Jessica, you're pretty new to this, aren't you?"

As he examined my vaginal cavern, I again shook my head 'yes'.

"I can tell. What are you? Fifteen? Sixteen?"

"Unghhhh - four- fourteen, sir."

"Oooie, fourteen! And I'm no 'sir', Miss Jessica. Just plain old 'Jamal'. Tell me, Jessica - are you freelance or are you one of those Program girls?"

"How - what do you know about that?"

"Shit, girl, you don't think you kids have a secret society, do you? Hell, the football team's been on to the Program for years. You ought to see our video collection sometime. Damn near professional, lots of it. Titles, credits, all that shit."

He paused and smiled slyly. "Your mama's name Beatrice? Or just plain 'Bea'?"

"How - how did you - oh, no - you don't mean - ?"

"Your mama could have been a star - maybe not Hollywood, but out in the Valley anyways. Yes, the guys made one of THE great films with your mama."

"Wait - nobody had video equipment worth anything back then," I protested.

Jamal laughed. "Jess, this film is hot off the camera, no more than two weeks ago. Girl," he said more seriously, "Bea's got a lot of pride in you. Thinks you're something special. Strongly recommended you, in fact."

"For what?"

"Why you think I'm here? Think I normally hang with little boys? Shit - I'm here as a talent scout - a recruiter, just like uncle Bob recruited me for old Fightin' Grinnel," he laughed.

"After your mama fucked me and my boys, she wanted more, you see? And, as good a piece of ass as she is, we got coy. Said only if she could make it interesting for us. That woman's pussy was so on fire she'd have done anything. That's when she mentioned you. Said you were still cherry, but after your birthday, you'd be prime stuff for us.

"Some of my boys wanted to rush the date and bang your cherry loose, but most of us took a little mercy and told her, sure - we could wait. Even so, with young stuff like you, somebody needs to check it out. Your mama could have been lying, saying anything for another reaming.

"So - here's ace scout Jamal, checking on your mama's veracity. And," he said, pushing his black finger deeper into my sodden pussy, "I'm a little troubled. For YOU, Jess."

"Why? Why for me?"

"Just don't think your pussy's ready for pulling Black train."

He slipped his finger out and shook his head. Ava, what a confusion he'd put me in! Here I was, freshly fallen in love with an eight-year-old, burning to bear his child some day; cunt soaked with his seed - and then to hear, almost matter-of-factly, that my mom had virtually promised me to a pack of Black college studs; and most of all, to be feeling the empty agony in my pussy.

And wait - what was that shit about not being ready!

"Try me, Jamal. Come on, baby - I want it," I mewled.

"What you want, girl?"

"Your big Black cock, that's what - fuck me, Jamal, just fuck your little whore, that's right, that's what I want, your beautiful big prick, gimme - " and I reached out and clasped the bulge in his sweat pants, and - oh, SHIT! I thought, in the dimness, that I had grabbed his ARM! I couldn't clench my fist around the shaft! My hand pulled away, like I'd stuck it into a fire!

Jamal laughed, stood up, and skinned his sweatpants off.

"Surprised, child?" he laughed, clutching his prick at the base, and still a good six or seven inches of fuck-pole were showing. "You've just been fucking boys, Jess. Got a little cocky, I'll bet. Like you could take on anything."

I thought of Jermaine, and how even his seven inches had stretched and impressed me. But Jermaine was at least four inches shorter than Jamal, and a hell of a lot smaller in girth. As I took these mental measurements, I got scared, thinking of trying to take it in - and scared that I WOULDN'T try!

"You don't have to, Jess," he assured me, stroking my hair.

You must be kidding! I thought. How could I NOT try?

"Oh, YES I do," I murmured. I flopped on to my back and held my legs wide open. "Fuck me, please?"

"Happy to oblige," he said, and got between my thighs.

"I'm gonna take it easy, Jess. There's good pain AND bad pain." I felt a log nudging at my pussy lips. "Just gonna get the head in at first - relax."

He moved forward and a wrenching pain, worse than Jeremy ripping my hymen, racked my lower half.

"Shit NO! You're ripping me, STOP!"

"Easy, easy - I'll hold still till you relax a little - Hell of a lot easier than giving birth - just think about that, easy now, hold your breath - " and he pushed another inch of his mighty Black club into my screaming cunt.

I must have passed out for a moment, and it was a mercy I did, because when I could make sense of where I was again, I heard Jamal's seductive voice saying, "Good girl - that's three inches - "

THREE INCHES!? It felt like his LEG was inside me - but the worst of the pain was gone now, like I'd moved beyond agony, and the most sinful rut was on me. I started squirming under him, trying to maneuver more of his marvelous prick inside me.

"More - MORE, Jamal - gotta - " and more of his black mamba moved up into me.

"Four inches - you're doing great, baby. Now let's consolidate what we got." Up to now, all of his motions had been forward, INTO me, planting his root. But then he started the in-and-out motion, very slowly, in, out, in, out - and I moved to meet him. I could hear the squishing sound of my sodden pussy, like it was trying to chew his cock, and salivating all around it.

Shit, Ava, in truth I wasn't thinking one bit, except to know I was being mauled by a monster, and loving it. The only thing missing was MORE! But not for long.

"Six inches, baby - nice tight pussy - "

He bent down and kissed me, and I opened my mouth to him, and felt is tongue fucking my mouth in the same rhythm as his cock in my cunt.

It sounds so simple to say 'I came'. There's no words for the screaming madness I felt, the earthquake of a release, and Jamal used those lost moments to bury himself to the curlies in my raw vagina.

Jesus, Ava - I thought I was going to pass away from pain and pleasure, but with his deepest thrust, he saw something in my face, I guess, and immediately pulled out of me. The momentum of my cum kept rolling over me, and I've got to say that my relief at being empty was greater just then than the disappointment.

I felt a splash of something hot and sticky hit my little tits, and my chin. I was too much like a rag doll just then to avoid it - or to scoop it up and eat it! I was little more than a puddle myself! Minutes passed. How many, I can't say.

"Jessica? Hey, Jess?"

"Hmmmm?"

I scooped up some of his juicy seed from my chest and brought it to my lips and face, smearing it all over, then licked my fingers clean.

"You passed, baby. Ready to sign a contract?" That was about the funniest thing I thought I'd ever heard.

"Sure am," I laughed. "Who drafted me?"

He laughed, too. "The Grinnel Starting Niggers, and Black Cock Whore Studios - a football and film contract, baby."

"When's training camp?"

"How 'bout next Friday night? Just you, me and seven or eight of the biggest, nastiest Black dicks a White whore ever dreamed of."

"I'll sign!" I laughed. "And my screen test?"

"Two sluts with one stone - same time, same place," he smiled.

"Seriously, Jess - it's still up to you. Me and my men don't force anybody to do anything. You come, it's your choice. You don't, nothing'll happen. Okay with that?"

"MORE than okay. thank you, Jamal. You made that beautiful for me. Oh, what a fucking night it's been, God!"

"Girl, I don't think you're just talking about you and me here. What's been happening?"

Ava, I told him everything. I just trusted him, from the first. Maybe it was the gentle yet aggressive way he fucked me, then let me know I wasn't a slave. I ended up telling him about the Initiation - even Buster - but mostly about the intense situation with Jermaine. Hearing that, Jamal touched my shoulder, looking concerned.

"Jess, you be careful with that one."

"I know. I will. But why are you saying that?"

"'Cause I know him. Just can't figure him. Looks like a little kid, but has the smarts of a grown man. Dick of one, too, I hear." I assured him that was true. "But he's a user, Jess. I don't mean drugs. He uses women. Shit, I hear he pimps his little sister. It's a fact he pimps his mama. She don't bring it in like she used to. Smokes up all the profit, and has this nasty strain of clap, too." He brooded a minute. "Jess, he hasn't asked you - or has he?"

"Jamal, thanks for your, well, for wanting to warn me. No, I turned him down for whoring."

"Good. You're a sensible girl."

"WOMAN, Jamal, a woman. But God help me, Jamal - I love him!" I paused and looked down at my battered pubes. "And I've promised to bear his children."

"Awww, shit, Jess! Think about it. It ain't love - the little nigger's just got you bewitched."

"That he does," I said dreamily.

"I meant it. Word is that Jermaine's playing with evil forces."

"You mean voodoo?" I laughed.

"Don't talk about shit you ain't into! The Devil, Jess. Sold his immortal soul for a man-sized dick and power over pussy."

"I don't believe you. Superstitious bullshit!" Still ... where DID he get that cock? And he sure did have power. Damn, in half an hour he had me swearing to carry his bastard children!

"Jess - you don't know 'bout this shit. Believe me. Look, promise at least you won't go near Jermaine for a while - at least until your screen test, okay? Maybe we can show you what real Black magic is. What do you say?"

It was easy to agree. After all, I'd already vowed to stay away from him as long as I could, to get my head around this mysterious connection of ours, and shit - to have just the kind of experiences that Jamal was offering me with the football team.

"Good for you, baby. Look, I gotta run - wish I didn't". He kissed me sweetly.

"Why?" I didn't want him to go. For one thing, his dick would have to leave with him.

"Don't be getting jealous, girl, but I got another tryout scheduled - with Uncle Bob. Just called me on my cell 'fore I got her. Said he had a fine piece of White tail to evaluate. You understand, right?"

I howled with laughter. "I sure do! Do me a real favor, Jamal - brag me up to the 'new girl'. Tell her what a fine piece I am. And be sure to tell her my name!"

"Some kind of joke, Jess?"

"Just a little. Do it for me?"

"Sure will. And YOU are, too."

"Am what?"

"A fine piece of White tail. 'Night, Jess. Till Friday. Eight o'clock. Black Student Union."

"I'll be there, diaphragmed and raring to go!"

"Good girl. Bye."

The door hadn't shut for a minute before Jimmy and Willy stormed in again.

"Hey - it 'bout our turn yet?" Jimmy said petulantly.

"Sure is, honey, and I'm aching to fuck!"

"Yessss! Willy, get on out - "

"NO," I said. "You don't get it. Both of you. Now. Together."

"I - no, man, I don't wag my dick in front of no man - uh uh - ," protested Jimmy.

"How about you, Willy?" I asked the sweet boy sweetly.

"No problem."

"Well, Jimmy, seems we do have a problem. I'll only fuck you together, that's final."

I had an inspired idea. I wasn't, in fact, looking forward to balling either of them - not after the thrill of Jamal's tree trunk up my cooze. Nope, I was after another first. Yesss -

First I got Willy onto his back and mounted him facing his feet, cowgirl style.

(Ava: But, Mom, you'd already fucked more than one boy at a time. What was so new about this?

Jess: All I'll say is this: Imagine two pricks pumping you at the same time.

Ava: So?

Jess: And BOTH of them in your pussy!?

Ava: Ahhhh -

Jess: Ahhh-men!)

I didn't have any idea where I'd got the notion of stuffing my cunt with two cocks. Looking back, I think I was beyond thought at all: I just was centered in my nasty pussy's needs. I'd forgotten all about my resolve to stop with hand jobs for the boys, much less only being with one at a time. I was just on fire, the experience of more or less promising my soul to Jermaine, followed by the delicious recruitment by Jamal and agreeing to be gang fucked by the Black players - there was no depth I'd not sink to from now on, that's for sure.

Anyway, with Willy under my back, firmly stuck in my cunt, I felt empty enough (after the wonderful Jamal) that I ordered Jimmy to get his cock in me, and quick. The poor kid was in the first major conflict of his life. He wanted to fuck me something fierce, but the idea of having his dick rubbing another male's just tore him up - but I wasn't having any of it. I just needed more. I literally grabbed Jimmy by the balls and pulled his sorry ass towards me, until he lost his balance and fell on top of me. Willy let out a grunt, but didn't miss a thrust. I grabbed Jimmy's dick and put it where it belonged, and kissed the poor little kid so hard that his eyes actually crossed.

"That's it - fuck me HARDER - both of you - fuck your White whore - I'm your cheap little White bitch, ain't I Jimmy? Willy? Make your slut SCREAM!"

They did their best, and the novelty of the scene more than made up for their clumsiness. I yelled for them to cum in my slut pussy - thank God I'd put the diaphragm back in while I still had my head on me -

No, wait, I forgo to mention - it was Jermaine that made me put it in, yes, to hold in his sperm ... oh SHIT! If I was fertile right now, it would be all wrong ... I mean, I'd taken dozens of loads in my unprotected womb in the last 24 hours - if I WAS knocked up, I wouldn't be sure for nine months if it was Jermaine's child, he being the only Black sperm that swam in my uterus.

But all those thoughts came later. Right now, I was loving the reaming my two boys were giving me, screaming utter filth, cumming so hard now that I almost didn't hear the phone ringing on the extension on Jimmy's nightstand, by the phone.

"Oh, SHIT!," Jimmy moaned. "FUCK! I gotta - I gotta answer it - might be Dad - checking up - "

Poor boy didn't know whether to shit or go blind, but he just had to have my pussy! He managed to pick up the phone, and drop it, and pick it up again.

"H-hello?" The phone was close enough that I could hear a deep voice on the line, but couldn't make out what it was saying.

"Uh - yeah, we all right - unghhhh - No, nothin' - just bumped my foot - oh, Christ! - nothin', REALLY - yeah - oooooh - yeah, she here - hold on - " Jimmy held the phone to me, trembling in his hand. "Dad want you - " he whispered. "Just don't bust us!"

Trying to get my own breathing under control, I took the receiver.

"Hello, Mr. Nelson. How's your, your evening going?"

"Just fine, Jess, just fine - Boys treatin' you well?"

"Ooooh, yes! They're obeying me great!"

"Amy still asleep?"

"Last I looked - she - was - grrrrrrrr!"

"You all right girl? What's goin' on there?" he asked gruffly.

God help me, I couldn't think my way through the orgasm that was building and building. I just blurted out, "Oh, FUCK ME!!! -"

"Would if I were there, baby. Maybe - "

"ARRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHH! I'm fucking CUMMMMMING!!" If my orgasm had been a brush fire, the simultaneous cumming of my boys was like gasoline splashed on it.

"HEY! Jessica - you fucking somebody? Better tell me, girl - what the fuck's going on?" Bob actually sounded more curious than pissed.

I was starting to ride my cum down now and, panting heavily, said, "Mr. Nelson - I won't lie to you. I've got - Willy's dick in me - a-and Jimmy's, too."

"They force you, girl? If they did I'm gonna come home right now and whip their sorry asses, I swear I'll - "

"No, it's okay, Mr. Nelson. It's all my fault. I was just - I as much as begged them to fuck me, honest."

"That straight? You wanted to?"

"Yess, oh yessss, and - I want MORE!"

There was a pause.

"Jermaine still there?"

"No," and the disappointment must have been obvious. "No, he had to - take care of something."

"Hmmmm - probably seein' if his mama was fucked up or just fucked over." Another pause. "He fuck you too, Jess?"

"God, yes!"

"Jess - listen to me - you keep away from that boy. He ain't NO good to anybody. Hear me?"

I told him I heard him, over and over, not wanting yet another warning about this Devil-possessed Black boy, my lover.

"Good. Jamal make it?" he asked, a little too casually.

"He came late and couldn't stay but a few minutes."

"Long enough though?" Bob was on to me, that's for sure.

"Yes - VERY long enough - excuse me a second, Mr. Nelson - Willy's getting crushed here - "

"I'm fine," Willy wheezed. "Don't - make me pull out - Wanna cum again - " Well, and so did I, as a matter of fact!

Shamelessly, I said in the mouthpiece, "Mr. Nelson? Is it okay if I hang up now? Willy wants to keep fucking and I've been on top so long the poor kids flattened out - "

Mr. Nelson laughed. "And what's my boy doin' - just watching?"

"No - not at all. He's still in my cunt, too - "

"You don't mean you DP'd 'em? Oooooie - Jess, you some piece of talent. Damn, I hope I can recover before I gets home - unless?" his voice trailed off.

"Your son's a sweetie, Mr. Nelson."

"Call me 'Bob', baby."

"Bob - and so's Willy, but - sorry, guys - I wouldn't mind a little Black man-meat about now."

"Baby - you're ON - if, like I say, your sister's left a drop in this nigger's nuts. No offense, girl, but - "

I laughed. "None taken, no sirree Bob. I'm just starting to appreciate her myself - Unghhhh!! - Bob? Willy's having his way with me again and - mmmrrrrfffffffff!"

"What? What you say?"

I spit Jimmy's hardening cock out of my mouth. I didn't mention that the sound of Bob's voice on the phone gave the kid a quick soft-off, which had begun hardening again as he realized from my conversation with his dad that he wasn't up shit creek. The impetuous boy seemed anxious for me to help finishing the hardening process and set me up for an involuntary blow job. Well, involuntary only because I like to finish my sentences.

"Sorry, Bob - Jimmy had to have something to do with his dick and, seeing me flapping my gums with you, well - "

"Say no more," and his deep laugh rumbled again. "Go back to your fun. I'll be there in fifteen minutes - gotta see a lady home to the faculty ghetto. All right if I drop your sister off first?"

"Wait - no - bring her with you. I've got a little something to prove to her. And Bob? If you've got a friend or two to bring along, well - " I let him imagine the rest of the sentence. No, I don't ALWAYS finish them on my own!

"Maybe - just wait and see - Let me talk to Jimmy a second. And YOU I'll be seein' soon, right?"

"Not soon enough - Bob. Hurry." I purred and handed the phone to Jimmy.

I couldn't hear what they were saying, but was actually a bit distracted. Willy took it into his head to try something new. He hunched his hips up, then pushed my ass up and held me balanced, suspended above his hips.

"Willy? You're not thinking what I'm thinking - You ARE! Let me guide you, honey."

I grasped his black pole and pointed it straight up, then bent my knees, lowering my ass towards his prick. I was a little tense, but on further feeling, knew he was greasy enough with all the cum I had trapped in my cooze to be cool.

I kept lowering until I felt his hard cock pop open my asshole, which stretched, then tightened as, I guessed, it closed around his crown. Ava, there are times when sodomy is not only the greatest - it's the ONLY thing. Sure, I'd been butt fucked thoroughly yesterday at the Initiation, but it was all part of an overwhelming, confused set of pokings and pummelings. NOW I wanted to enjoy the ass pounding all by itself. With Willy pushing up and me down, I soon was able to look between my legs and see he was still only in up to the cap, and no amount of pushing got him any further. I was still too new to being a trash whore to know that this position just is too fucking difficult for a proper ass fuck.

Frustrated and losing the fine edge of my horniness, I just plain stood up and told Willy, "Fuck it - I quit." Poor boy was beside himself, but too gentlemanly to object.

Just about then, Jimmy was saying, "No - no way, Dad - we won't - Promise! See ya." He hung up.

"Was he mad?" Willy asked softly.

"Naw - well, sorta, maybe."

"What'd he say?"

Jimmy looked at me with wet sheep eyes. "He said we couldn't touch you again - at least not till he got home. That he'd know if we did and whip our asses."

"You think he would?"

"I KNOW he would," Jimmy said. "Shit, better get dressed and wait. Watch some TV, something ... "

"Jimmy? Did Bob say anything about ME not touching YOU?" I asked sweetly.

"What? Well, no - he didn't. What you thinkin', girl?" the little rooster asked.

"I was thinking that I'd spank your Black asses," I said with anger they thought was real, "for picking up the fucking phone before I'd cum!"

Their shock passed and they howled like crazy coons, thinking the game was back on. I put a stop to THAT one.

"NO! Not unless your dad tells me to fuck you. When he gets here, I'm going to be his White slave bitch. I'll obey his every wish, but unless he wishes for me to fuck his baby boy again, keep your dick put away. You too, Willy. Sorry, hon.

"Now excuse me while I go 'freshen up' for your dad."

Shit, I know I said I never needlessly fuck anybody over, Ava, but even now I don't think I was fucking with Jimmy and Willy. Hell, I'd given them both the first great fucks of their lives, but now it was time for a MAN for your mama. They weren't old enough to even think about being masters, even over a fourteen-year-old White tramp. A good lesson for them.

I spent the next ten minutes taking a quick shower, taking care to milk my love tunnel and wipe what excess cum from my pussy opening as I could. I wanted to be at least semi-fresh for Bob, and whatever else he'd bring. I gave my cunt a quick look over, and wasn't pleased with what I saw. I had very fine, downy hair back then, not enough to be any kind of anti-friction pillow for pounding cocks, and I was pretty chafed and red, from clit to bung hole.

I looked in the Nelson's medicine cabinet, hoping to find some lotion, but all there was was a half-jar of Vaseline. Sighing, I dipped two fingers and smoothing the cooling grease all over my saddle area, taking special pains and pleasure rubbing my clit.

It was funny, Ava - talk about being naïve - I didn't make myself cum, as badly as I wanted to, because I had this crazy idea that all women and men had "X" number of cums in them to last a life time, and I didn't want to use 'em up too fast! Good thing I was wrong, 'cause I'd have exhausted 'em LONG ago, with the life I've lived!

I decided to stay naked and wait for Bob to get there. I actually kind of hoped he'd bring Allie. I wanted her to see the competition, I suppose. Damned if I knew then what 'sibling rivalry' was, but I had a case of it, for sure.

I went back to Jimmy's room, thinking to tease then a little. I could see them through the open door, sitting on the edge of the bed, both of them with their dicks in hand. So they hadn't gone to watch TV as they'd said after all. But wait - there was a flickering light. I snuck a look in and saw they were glued to a screen - funny, I hadn't noticed a TV in the room - but then again, I WAS fairly distracted during my last stretch in there.

I walked boldly into the room, and the boys stopped in mid-stroke. I posed sexily for them.

"Whatcha watching, hmmmm? Better than this?" I teased, cupping a tit and massaging my pussy for them. Jimmy get beating his meat, though Willy stopped mid-stroke.

"Yeah, bitch - it is!" Jimmy spat.

"Watch your fucking mouth, boy, or - " I started.

"Look for yourself," Jimmy growled.

Ava - it was a copy of my Initiation tape! Fuck, I knew Kerry had seen it, but how did it get around so quickly!? And how many people had seen it?! Why the fuck did I ever let them film me!? Shit, my reputation - What was I thinking?

But then I had to laugh out loud, knowing that that WAS just the reputation I wanted!

"What you laughin' at?" Jimmy asked.

"You, Jimmy! Both of you, jerking off to a sex vid. Really, now - wouldn't you rather beat it while watching the live ME? Watch me rub my pussy for you? Wouldn't you?"

Damn straight, they would, and they knew it.

"Yeah - shit, yeah," and both increased their pounding speed.

"Wait!" I yelled. "I'll pose for you, I'll masturbate right along with you - but on one condition."

"What?" Jimmy challenged, his face twisted from his dick hammering.

"That you and Willy beat each other off."

"No fuckin' way!" Jimmy screamed. "Forget that homo shit, bitch."

"How about you, Willy? You scared of being a homo, little boy?"

A little smile broke out on my sweetie's face.

"You meant that? About babysitting me sometime?"

"Sure did, baby. ANYtime your folks ask. Just don't make it a slumber party, with your little homophobe friends."

Willy just nodded and stood up. He moved in front of Jimmy, who seemed to get even smaller in comparison to Willy than he actually was.

"Here - stroke my joint - no bullshit, Jimmy. You ain't gonna ruin my love-life - are you? He said with more menace than a nine-year-old should even know about. "Jerk me off - boy!"

Ah, what a sight, Ava. Jimmy did get into it, and jerked off Willy slick as hell. Willy returned the favor, and I gave them all the visual encouragement they needed. Actually, they got into farther than my sick mind could have imagined. Wow.

(Ava: What did they do - I mean, how far ...?

Jess: I'll just say this, three words: They both swallowed.)

After-School Program

by Trancender (trance_ender@hotmail.com), with thanks to

Madame Cecilia for the opening and inspiration

* * *

A mother remembers the first 36 hours of her Initiation into the world of debauchery. A tale of incest, young erotic love, pregnancy and depravity.

* * *

(Ava: Mom?

Jess: What, baby?

Ava: Will you tell me about the After School Program today? You've promised you would!

Jess: You're right, baby. After all, it's almost time for you to be enrolled - or 'initiated' as they call it. C'mon - snuggle a little closer - that's right, stroke Mom's pussy as I talk - it inspires me ... )

I was born here and have lived here all my life. As you know, it's a small town; an everyone-knows-everyone kind of place. The only thing that makes Grinnel unique for me is the “After-School Program”. Everyone knows about it. No one talks about it. No one really knows when it started. Most of our parents went; their parents too.

In order to go to the “After-School Program”, you first have to go through “Initiation”. In my day, every female in our town went through it when she turned 14. Every male went in when he turned 14 or when his oldest sister turned 14, whichever came first.

Here’s how my own “Initiation” went:

The After-School Program still meets at least once a week, I think, in whichever basement everyone ends up in. On my 14th birthday a meeting was planned for right after school at Ryan & Ashley’s house. Ryan was my brother’s best friend and his parents worked out of town so they wouldn’t be home until late. School got out early. It was written on the official schedule as teacher in-service but everyone knew what it was really for: My Initiation!

My brother, Jeremy, met me at my locker as soon as the bell rang. Even though he was only 16, he had been going to the After-School program for 3 years, ever since our sister Allison turned 14. “Come on Jess. You don’t want to be late for your Initiation.”

“I’m coming,” I whined but blushed when the double meaning hit home.

We really didn’t say anything on our way over to Ryan’s but the tension was thick in the air. Jeremy could hardly sit still. I could see a definite bulge in his jeans. When we got to Ryan’s there were at least a dozen cars in the drive.

“Looks like a good turn out,” Jeremy sighed. A boy’s reputation rested on the turn-out at his sister’s Initiation. If he was popular, everyone wanted to initiate his sister. I was pleased so many of Jeremy’s friends came to my Initiation.

As soon as we stepped inside Jeremy was ushered off to another room. I was taken to the middle of the game room. Several of the guys from the football team were sitting around. Ryan stepped up next to me and a silence fell over the room.

“Gentlemen, as you well know, we are here today to initiate Jeremy’s little sister, Jess.”

The room exploded in hoots and hollers. Some of the guys were making obscene gestures and saying nasty things but I knew I was not to pay any mind to them. Jeremy had chosen Ryan as my “guide” so I only paid attention to him. He would assure the best experience for me.

Turning to me he said, “Jess, do you come to us today of your own free will, and with no hesitation, to be initiated?”

“Yes,” I replied in a soft voice. I knew the gravity of the situation.

“And do you agree to participate and have your ceremony video-taped?”

“Yes,” I breathed.

Once the formalities were taken care of, girls were given a pill that was supposed to both relax you and make you hot at the same time, to help them relax and enjoy their first time.

“Present your tongue and receive your Initiation”. I opened my mouth and a small white pill was placed on my tongue. I was given a small paper cup of wine to help me swallow the drug. I sighed and closed my eyes.

Opening them again, I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned to see Jeremy approaching. He was naked and his cock was jutting out in front of him like a sword. A fair enough comparison since he was there to slice through my cherry.

The reality of it all hit me then: I was about to join the After-School Program, the notorious teen sex club. A fair percentage of the girls in town were raised by their folks to be complete sluts. The sons of the families got the privilege of de-flowering their sisters before passing them off to anyone else who wanted them. In return, he got to fuck any of the other teenaged female members in town - boy members, too, if they swung both ways. At least once a week the boys would get together and collect whichever girls they could find and have a huge orgy.

Today was my turn to join the ranks. The drug seemed to be taking affect, as I felt my loins were burning. I saw Jeremy and knew I HAD to have him. I didn’t know why but I wanted to feel him inside of me. I opened my mouth but before I could say anything Jeremy stepped up, grabbed my hair and shoved his cock down my throat. I felt his fingers in my hair and opened my jaws wider to allow him better access to fuck my face. I knew that was what he was doing; slamming back and forth, deeper and deeper. It wasn't a sweet BJ he wanted, but a face-fuck. Later I would learn the reason he didn’t blow his load right then and there was the cock ring he had wrapped tight.

I opened my eyes when I felt the cock slip from my lips. I could see the camera preserving the moment but I didn’t care. I just wanted MORE. Jeremy looked down at me and winked. I felt his hand run down across my back as he stepped behind me. I had worn my cheerleader outfit like Jeremy had asked me to. I felt hands under my skirt. I felt cold metal against my skin as the scissors cut through my panties. They were snipped from me and thrown to the floor as my legs were spread. One of the guys close to my head held my face close to his thigh as I felt pressure against my moist cunt lips. I opened my mouth to cry out as I felt Jeremy’s cock slice through me but again found my face stuffed with cock. I sucked it deep as I was expected to and soon fell into a gyrating rhythm with Jeremy.

“Damn, man, your sister is quite the hot little piece of ass,” one of the guys said as I started swaying back and forth between Jeremy’s cock and the one in my mouth.

“Wait ‘til you feel this tight cunt,” I heard Jeremy moan. The rules of Initiation were clear. A boy got first dibs on all of his sister’s orifices. Once he had the pleasure of being there first, the hole was open to whoever wanted to use it. By the end of her Initiation, a girl will have been fucked over and over again, in EVERY hole she has.

“Come on, man. Don’t bogart it!” the same boy cried out.

“I’m moving. Just give me another minute. Ryan, are you getting this?”

“Every sloppy stroke. Damn, Jess is a natural.”

With just a couple more strokes, Jeremy pulled out of my cunt. If I hadn’t been on my third blow job, I would have protested. I was REALLY enjoying the ramming he was giving me but I had nothing to worry about. I would have more than my fill before the night was over. By the way, I had surprisingly little blood flow from losing my cherry, and not that much pain. Guess I was pretty ready for what would be my new life.

Someone from behind began rubbing something slippery between my ass cheeks. They rocked me side to side to spread it around and then my ass was spread wide. I felt the pressure and then, POP, my ass was no longer virgin. Once Jeremy relinquished his place in my cunt the line formed. One after another the young men jockeyed for position between my tender thighs. Was it painful being double fucked over and over so soon after losing my cherry? Oh, baby, it sure was - but I couldn't have stopped myself from craving it all, even if could have stopped the boys. I could feel each and everyone explode inside me, one after the other. Jeremy kept slamming my ass hard as each of the guys pounded my cunt only seemed to take ten or twelve strokes before they blew their loads inside my now-reeking snatch.

“Come on Jeremy. You KNOW I like a nice tight ass. Give her over,” I recognized Ryan’s voice. He had been waiting for his ride in the saddle but his patience had worn thin. At his pleading, Jeremy backed out of my backdoor without having cum once yet.

I knew what was coming next. Even though I had sucked a half dozen cocks already, none of them had cum in my mouth. That honor was reserved for my brother. The room fell silent as Jeremy took his place before my mouth. He stepped up and I opened wide. I swallowed him deep just as Ryan cut loose the cock ring. Jeremy blew a huge load down my throat and I got every drop. As he pulled out the new camera man got a close-up of his cum running down my throat.

Once Jeremy stepped back, the anarchy of the Initiation rules took over and I was under full attack. I had cocks coming and going from every angle. I thrust one way as another came at me from the opposite. I was in heaven servicing all of Jeremy’s friends. I couldn’t get enough. Even when the last one dropped from exhaustion, I wanted more.

“Please, Jeremy? You can fuck me again, please? I want more. I want to be the best slut ever,” I boasted.

Ryan looked at Jeremy and said, “You know, there’s only one cock she hasn’t had.”

“Please!! Please Jeremy - Ryan, let me have more!!”

Jeremy shrugged his shoulders. “Don’t you even want to know who it is?”

“I don’t care!! I just want to fuck him!”

“You heard her. Bring Buster in. Jess, get down on all fours and close your eyes.” I did as he told me, and spread my knees wide for a doggy-style fucking. Boy - if I'd only known.

I squealed when I felt Buster’s tongue slide across my swollen pussy lips. I tried to turn my head to catch a glimpse of Buster but another cock slid between my lips. I felt a large weight press down on my back and the damndest noises coming from behind me, but I blanked all that out as I felt the head of Buster’s cock against my cum-dripping cunt as the hard cock in front slid down my throat. It was all I could do not to scream as Buster’s cock split me in two. It was a good thing I had my face stuffed with cock or the neighbors might have gotten an earful. Buster got a few pussy ripping strokes in before the cock in my mouth exploded and I was finally released to turn and see who was assaulting my pussy.

I didn’t know what to think when I got a look at Buster. He was a mid-sized Great Dane! Jeremy came close to my ear and whispered, “You can stop if you want. No one has ever fucked Buster before.”

“NO!! DON’T STOP!” I screamed. “I LOVE the feel of his huge cock ripping me apart!”

“That’s my little sister,” he said, pride coloring his words.

“Man you HAVE got to see this,” I heard from behind me.

“What is it?” Jeremy asked as he stepped behind me.

“Look at all that cum sliding out of your sister’s snatch as Buster fucks her. What a waste.”

Jeremy hollered at Ryan. “Hey bud where is your sister?”

“Upstairs, playing with some of her girlfriends.”

“When was the last time you fucked her?”

“Not since yesterday.”

“Why didn’t you fuck her this morning?”

“We were late for school. She blew me off on the way in.”

“Well let’s go get her. She needs to be here.”

While I stayed downstairs fucking Buster for the enjoyment of the other guys, Jeremy and Ryan went upstairs to get Ashley.

* * *

("Mom? All this happened, like, twenty years ago, right?"

"Actually fifteen, Ava, but it feels like yesterday." I looked into my eleven-year-old daughter's beautiful bronze face with the incongruous blue eyes, like mine. She was gorgeous, with auburn hair leaning toward black, and breasts protruding no more than an inch, but with puffy nipples the size of ripe raspberries. I knew that because they were right before my eyes. Yes, we were lying naked together, as we always are when I tell her stories about my past, and now about the After School Program. I wanted her to know everything, because she was only a few weeks away from her birthday, and since my day, the matriculation age had been lowered to twelve.

"Let me tell you what happened after my Initiation. Then, if you're good ... "

"You'll finger me to sleep?" she pleaded with excitement.

"We'll see," I said, knowing I wouldn't miss it for anything - and hoping by that time that her brother wouldn't be too deeply asleep to welcome a goodnight fuck from Mom.

"Here's what happened ... ")

* * *

Later that night, after the incredible Initiation orgy, Jeremy and I lay together in my bed, his

beautiful cock buried to the balls in my tender pussy. I finally understood that old saying, "it hurts so good!" I didn't care how much I ached: I knew my need for dick would always be more powerful than any pain I'd feel, and that a little pain would always be an added treat.

"Oh, Jeremy, fill me up again ... I want your cum so bad!" I moaned, but he stopped my talk with a kiss, to keep the whole house from hearing me in heat.

He broke the kiss and lay still on top of me. "Don't stop ... don't ever stop fucking me," I moaned.

"Jess, we gotta talk." I clenched my pussy on his rigid cock. "I mean it, Sis. You got so caught up in fucking everybody this afternoon that we couldn't finish telling you all the rules and precautions we gotta take in the Program. Are you listening to me?"

"Yes, yessss - just don't pull out - ok?"

"Ok. Here's the deal - you can fuck anybody you want, as long as they're in the Program. Got it?"

"Sure - but what if I just get horny and nobody's around?"

"Jess, just get to a phone and call one of the kids. There's dozens of us ready to fuck a friend, any time."

"But why? I mean, why so strict?"

"STDs, Jess."

"What? What's that?"

"Christ, Sis, have you been sleeping through Sex Ed class in school? Sexually Transmitted Diseases - clap, syph, herpes, AIDS. Remember that now?"

"Oh shit, Jeremy - I had so many cocks in me today ... what if one of them got me ... sick!? Pull out of me NOW, Jeremy - I'm scared!"

He just laughed at me. "That's why we keep it all in the Program. All of us are safe."

"How do you know that?" I asked, worried that he hadn't pulled out of me, but secretly thrilled that he hadn't.

"Because, stupid, we keep our fucking only in the Program - I told you that. And once a month, every member visits Dr. Reid to get screened and cleared. That's one of the rules for you now, too."

I thought for a minute and said, "Well, how do you know new members aren't full of disease, too? Like me? How do you know?"

"Cause big brothers and sisters have kept an eye out for kids like you. We know you're mostly all virgins when you get initiated."

I said teasingly, "How do you know I was, smarty," giving his prick a pussy squeeze. He gave me a nice jab in response.

"Hey, even if I didn't know, I knew it today, when I popped your cherry - actually all three of them."

"Huh?"

"Your pussy AND your mouth AND your ass. You were cherry all the way, Jess. And now, just shut up Sis - I'm getting close ... oooooh"

Just before I lost my mind to my orgasm (yes, you silly girl - I came the first time I was fucked, and I've squirted every time since!), I pushed his shoulders and said, "Oh, fuck, Jeremy - I could get pregnant! I could BE pregnant already! STOP!!"

But it was too late. Jeremy froze, deep inside me, and blew another sweet load of sperm into my stretched, slightly sore and sloppy cunt. I don't mind telling you it took me over the top and I shook with an earthquake of an orgasm.

When we'd both calmed down, Jeremy said, "Damn, Jess - I had no idea you'd turn out to be such a natural slut. We've gotta work on your blowjobs a little, but Christ - you're amazing."

I was flattered, and (dear God) more than a little in love with my sixteen-year-old brother! I said, with not a little jealousy, "Better than Ashley?" but before he could reply, I remembered what had scared me.

"Jeremy - what about me getting pregnant?!", and as I asked that I had an evil wish that I could have my brother's baby - but remembered that if I was knocked up now, it could have been any one of about 15 guys who did it, and that scared me again.

Jeremy was quiet for a minute. "You're right, Jess, this was pretty risky today. When was your period?"

"How do you know ... " I started.

"I know you've been a woman for six months, baby." I loved that he called me that.

"Well, I'm due for one any day now. Am I ... safe?" He laughed again.

"Jess, you're as safe as possible - if you'd been listening in Sex Ed you'd know that."

"But - I know I'm NEVER going to stop fucking now - not even for a day. What ... what do the other girls do?"

"Dr. Reid'll handle it. I'll take you there tomorrow. You'll get fitted for a diaphragm, like Ashley and all the others. It's cheaper and more discrete than the pill. Almost as safe, too. And you'll get your first pussy checkup then, too."

"Wow. How come this doctor is so helpful?"

"The doc gets certain - side benefits from it all."

"Like what?"

"Plenty of pussy, for one thing. And cocks, too."

"You mean he's - what is it, bi- something?"

"Bi-sexual. Yes, she is."

"SHE?!"

"Yup. A real pussy and cock hound. I can't lie, Sis: She ain't beautiful and she ain't young, but we couldn't have a Program without her, so it's worth doing anything she wants. She's even helped out when there's been an accident."

"What, like car crashes or ... "

"No, pregnancies. There have been a few. She does the scraping and nobody's hurt."

All this news was overwhelming. I wasn't sure what I'd gotten into - not that I had any notion of baching out of the the Program.

Jeremy sensed my unease and said, "Look, Sis - all we want is to fuck everything we can, human or animal, right?" I remembered Buster's huge dog dick in my cunt and shivered with delight. I knew I'd try that again, and wondered what it would be like to suck him off. "All these health rules are to keep us safe, so we CAN fuck non-stop. It's a small price."

Jeremy was right. I'd do anything to not lose my new-found slut's life. "Ok, bro," I cooed. "Take me to the good doctor tomorrow. But tonight, you've gotta fuck me again. Hmmmm?" I squeezed his flaccid dick in my right hand.

"Jess, you've about drained me. In the morning, ok?"

I wasn't about to let it go that easily. "Hey, you said I needed work on my blowjobs. Let me do some homework, huh?" and before he could answer, I was between his legs, munching on his dick, laving the purplish mushroom cap with my tongue. "Is that better?" I coyly asked. I had already somehow sensed that I was destined to be the best cocksucker in the Program, if not in all of Grinnel.

"Ooooh, yeah, that's the way. But I mean it, Jess, I'm drained dry. If you could get this hard again, sure I'd ... WOW!"

And let me tell you, he sure did!

The next morning, after the fuck he'd promised me, your uncle took me to see Dr. Reid.

("Uncle Jeremy," Ava cooed. "It's funny to think of him as an uncle now. I mean, he was your first lover, Mom."

"And in many ways the best. "He really took care of me - in EVERY way, baby. Just like Brad will do for you in a few weeks." I knew her brother was a great lover. I really loved my boy, in every possible way. I'd trained him well, not just as my stud, but to get him ready to be for Ava everything Jeremy had been for me. Brad was insatiable, I knew, but had a bit of a cruel streak in him, too - one that worked for me, but I was a little worried about how he would be for Ava. She was still very innocent, and part of my telling her my whore's life story was to get her ready for the real world.)

Dr. Kerry Reid had an office in the dark, kind of dusty floor above the hardware store downtown. To tell the truth, I hadn't even known there was a Dr. Reid in town before now. Later Jeremy told

me that she'd gotten wealthy when younger and didn't care if she made a lot more money. Her patients were largely members of the Program, but I didn't know that then.

The doctor didn't have a receptionist or a nurse. When we got there, Jeremy told me to just go in. The doctor was expecting me.

"Can't you come with me?" I pleaded.

"Nope. Doc always wants to see new sluts alone the first time."

("I was getting used to him calling me a slut and a whore. I mean, that's what I was now, right? And it's a reputation I've earned and am very proud of. And you will be too, baby." Ava nodded her head and squirmed under the rubbing I was giving her clit. She always wants to please, I thought. She'll be a grand skag.)

"Anyway, I went in the office and there was Dr. Reid sitting behind an old oak desk, in a white lab coat. She was old - well, at least what a fourteen-year-old would think of as old. Maybe 50 or 55. She had iron gray hair pulled back into a tight bun. Her eyes were red-rimmed and watery blue with major bags under them. She had on heavy, crimson lipstick and was playing with something that looked like a pink baton.

"You're Jess?" she asked.

"Yes, ma'am - Doctor Reid."

"I'm told you're a new member of the After School Program."

"Yes, ma'am."

"I like a polite girl. You know why you're here?"

"Um, for a checkup? And some - birth control?"

"That too," she said mysteriously. "Get undressed, Jess, and hop up on the desk."

"Desk?" I thought. Shouldn't there be an examining table or something? I hesitated.

"Come, come - do you think I've never seen a naked whore before? Little girl, I've been the caregiver for the Program for almost thirty years. I know the shape of your daddy's dick and the depth of your mommy's pussy, so don't get shy with me. You hear?" she said sharply.

"Yes ma'am," I said and I hurried out of my clothes - just a t-shirt and shorts and sandals - no underwear, which she noticed with satisfaction.

"All the better to get naked in a hurry," she said, "when duty or the nasty football team calls for you. Jess," she said snidely. "I take it as a serious duty to do all I can to protect teen sluts like you from the worst that men have to offer - diseases and unwanted babies. I long ago realized that most of you tramps will never say no to a drooling dick on a hunk of man, and very few of you think with anything other than your cunts. So your precious Program has to be managed like it was a porn movie studio - any diseases in the company can hurt everyone, and shut down everyone's pleasures. The occasional pregnancy isn't as big a deal. I can take care of that right here. But I'm responsible for doing what you're all too horny to think of for yourselves. Now," getting down to business, "pee in this cup for me - yes, right here, you silly slut - that's it - mmmmm, nice - golden showers."

I handed her the cup of amber, warm fluid.

"Now, which arm do you want me to poke?"

"What for?"

"Blood tests, bitch. How else are we to know if you're free of disease? And we'll want to do a pregnancy test - not that I think there much chance of you being knocked up. Your sweet brother told me on the phone this morning about your periods. So we'll just do a quick home-test kind of check on that." She drew the blood into three small tubes, sealed them and put them in a zip bag.

"Thanks, ma'am. Is that all?" I asked.

"My dear little whore, what do you think? I need to fit you with a diaphragm and give you a quick gyno-examine. Lay back now and spread your legs." She laughed to herself. "I think this is probably the last time in your life that anyone, especially a man, will ever have to tell you that. Your legs are going to be open like a reflex all your life."

(And she was right, Ava. I've never said 'no' - well, a few times, that I'll tell you about another time.)

I spread my legs wide and the doctor spread my pussy lips with latex gloved fingers.

"My God, girl, your pussy smells like a whorehouse after the fleet's come in," she muttered with distaste. "Haven't you learned about personal hygiene? How many load of cum did you take at the Initiation?"

"I didn't count, ma'am."

"I doubted that you did. God, you're bruised and chafed red. How many boys fucked you?"

"Fifteen, maybe. Sixteen with Jeremy. And some blow jobs."

"Well, I didn't smell the blow jobs. At least you had the grace to brush your teeth. How many times did you fuck each of them?"

"Twice with most, and once - " I bit off the next words.

"Yes? You were going to say?" she trailed off.

"Nothing."

"Hmmmm." She bent back to studying my pelvic area, front and back. "And a few times up the ass, if I'm not mistaken?"

"Yes."

In what for her passed for a motherly voice, she asked, "Did you like it anal?"

"Oh, yes! Especially when Jeremy was in my butt and, I don't know who all was reaming my pussy. Jesus, and then Ryan's dick in my throat - " I almost swooned at the memory.

"And tell me, was that even better than - 'Buster'? Was that his name?" she smirked.

"How - how did - ?"

"Ryan brought me a copy of the tape from last night. It's part of my fee for services to the Program. So tell me, you liked the mastiff mauling your almost-virgin box?"

"Yes - yes, I really did."

"You'd do it again, willingly? For me?"

"Yes I'd fuck a - what did you say?"

"'For me', bitch. I have a small place in the country between here and Newton. Just myself and a few animals - domestic, mostly, but a lovely stud horse, swine and some goats. Even a few snakes."

Dr. Reid saw I was shivering, but even I didn't know if it was from fear or excitement at her not-so-veiled suggestion.

"But that can wait," she went on, "until we're better friends. For today, we'll finish with the diaphragm fitting and some odds and ends. First though, let me sanitize your snatch a bit." And to my surprise, she pushed her face between my legs and began licking, lapping and tongue-reaming my pussy, even sucking my asshole trying to extract any lingering cum from my brown chute. Once I got over the shock, I was swept away with passion, moaning and rotating my ass on the desk.

Finally - I just couldn't help it, never could - I ejaculated a huge stream of cum on the doctor's face, which - I could hardly believe it - made her howl like a bitch in heat and she tried to get all the stream into her mouth. After the final spurt, she closed her lips and brought her face to mine and kissed me, oozing my own cum back into my throat! And I loved it! The taste of me and all my men from last night rushed across my taste buds - rank, nasty, and absolutely wonderful.

("Mom! Make me cum now, please Mom! I just know I'll - I'll gush - please!" Ava cried out as my mouth replaced my finger in loving her pussy - and just in time, too, as her delicious fluids geysered into my waiting mouth. I just had to swallow a little - so fucking good! - but the rest I saved for the snowball kiss I gave my sweet eleven-year-old.

We broke the kiss and just held each other until our breathing calmed. "Mommy? Can we do that again?"

"Silly - of course … but let me finish my story of the doctor first. Actually there's not much more to tell. She had a great time - so did I - in fitting the diaphragm. She gave me spermicidal jelly to go with it, but of course she said I'd always be in too much of a hurry to fuck and would forget to use it. She was right, too." )

"Just don't ever forget to put in the trampoline," she cautioned. "Though I must say you'd look darling knocked up. And," she confided, "boys just love the idea of fucking a pregger." She got serious again then and said, "just don't forget to put it in, right? I can scrape you if you get caught, but a day may come when you want to have children - God knows why - and a few too many D and Cs could prevent that. I give all the boys rubbers, too, but it's like shoveling snowballs into hell for all the good it does. Did any of your lovers last night use a safe? It didn't look like it on the video."

She was right - it was bareback all the way. I started to get scared again, but before I could say anything the doctor went on.

"I'll have the test results back by Tuesday. Don't worry, child. Everything I know tells me you're starting your filthy life fresh," she smirked. "And don't be fucking anyone until I get the results, you hear me? Unless it's with a rubber, got me?" she almost snarled.

I couldn't help but notice she had a wet shiny ring around her mouth, and I knew where THAT had come from. I must have been a brazen slut already, 'cause you know what I did? I went over to her, pulled her faced to mine and French kissed her, then ran a hand under her lab coat and found she was naked! I felt her large, heavily drooping tits and moved my fingers to her pussy - God, I'd never felt anything so goopy, like a swamp. She was gasping and moaning around my tongue, shrieking, 'Don't stop! Jam me you bitch! Fist my nasty pussy!' and I did, after pushing her onto the floor so I could get a good angle. I didn't stop until I was up to my wrist in her soupy cave, and I shadow-boxed her box until she begged me to either kill her or stop.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw the pink thing she'd been toying with when I came in and realized it was a replica of a dick - a nice one too, about ten inches. I grabbed it and pushed it into her mouth. God, how she slobbered all over it!

I told her, 'That's enough, bitch,' and grabbed it from her, only to unholster my fist and jam the toy up her ass. I had a plan.

I did stop then as she'd been screaming for me to do - but only long enough to take my greasy mitt and shove it up her ass where the dildo had been! Boy, she screamed so loud that Jeremy came running into the room to see what was wrong.

"Get your pants off, bro," I ordered him. I think the doc needs to eat some cock, but you fucking better not cum!" His amazement passed quickly, and he was soon sitting on her face, feeding his gorgeous six inches into her maw. She gobbled his prick like she would die it she didn't swallow all of him.

"That's enough for now, Jeremy. I think the doc needs to mop and wax your asshole," I told him. "And I want more of your dick later, remember?"

And yes, he lowered his brown puckered hole to her lips and I watched as she made a tube of her tongue and worked it up his shitter.

Honey, we left Dr. Kerry Reid in a puddle on the floor of her office, stretched and defiled. I don't know where all my filthy ideas came from. I guess I learned that morning for sure that there was just a trash whore inside me who'd been waiting all its life to emerge.

Just before your uncle and I left her there, I kissed the doc tenderly and said I guessed I'd paid her bill in full. She seemed to agree."

(Ava was wide-eyed at the story, and I was panting heavily, too - part from the memory, and part from the fingering my baby girl was giving my cunt.

"Baby - so good! You wanted to do that again? Where we swap cum?"

"Yes, oh yes Mom!"

"Okay - this time suck MY pussy and we'll see who's the champion cum-slut for tonight!"

I think I won. But at that point, neither my baby nor me was keeping score.

Ava: That was wonderful, Mom. You taste so good!

Jess: Mmmmm, baby, not as sweet and fresh as you. Honey - there's something you'll have to decide soon after you join the A.S.C. Not right away, but we've got to start thinking about it. It will change your whole life if you choose differently than I did.

Ava: What will I have to choose?

Jess: Let me work up to it baby, by telling you more about my first days in the Program.

Ava: Ooooh, I love hearing about it.

Jess: Hush now, baby, and don't interrupt.)

After Jeremy and I left Dr. Reid sated on the floor of her office, we got on our bikes to ride home - I thought. My mind was so full of so many new sensations that I didn't pay attention to where we were riding. I'd been suddenly struck by something Kerry had said: That she knew the shape of my dad's cock, and how deep Mom's cunt was. That could only mean that they had both been in the Program - and I wondered if they still were! Was there an adult branch of the Program?

Before I knew it, we were peddling by the practice field at the college. Jeremy suddenly stopped and I almost ran into him.

"What did you stop for," I asked him. "I'm tired - I want to get home and rest a while."

"I just noticed they've started spring football practice. We're supposed to be pretty good this year. They've recruited a lot of big city guys, so we won't be a doormat anymore. Look, Jess."

I didn't notice anything special. Just a lot of big guys in pads and helmets and sweat outfits, stretching and working out.

Just then a whistle blew and I heard, "Okay, take ten!" It was the coach calling for a break. The men all relaxed and walked toward the table with the Gatorade urn, removing their helmets as they went.

Then I knew what Jeremy wanted me to see. Easily two-thirds of them were Black - a fairly overwhelming sight in our town, even with the college there. And, baby - to a man they were gorgeous! I'd never been much attracted to Black guys before. Oh, I was curious, I guess, but after the Initiation I found my hormones were totally unleashed, and now I looked at them a lot differently. Not that I was ready to jump any of them - I was still a little too shy, and intimidated by the idea. I mean, I'd heard stories about them - how domineering they were, how they made slaves of white chicks, how big their pricks were supposed to be. I though it was all a lot of crap, or mostly anyway. Boy, was I to learn differently!

"Jess, what do you think?" Jeremy asked slyly.

I gulped and tried to keep my composure. "Think about what?"

"You know. About those guys. Like 'em?"

"I don't know any of them - how am I supposed to say?"

"You're going to know them soon, Jess."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I said in a fake angry voice. I knew where this was going.

"Aw, nothing. Forget it. You are still just a kid."

"No, I'm not!" I realized quickly I did sound like a kid the way I said it.

"It was just an idea I had. Aw, shit, Jess - I'm sorry. I was thinking how exciting it would be for you to fuck a Black guy."

"And you'd like to watch, wouldn't you?" I laughed. I'd always had my brother's number.

"Yeah, I guess. But, hell, none of them are in the Program. It would just be too dangerous, and against the rules. Forget it, Jess. Damn, you've only been a woman now less than a day. Don't get ideas that are too big yet."

"Big Brother, I've got an idea of something big that you can help me with. It's been two hours since we fucked and I've got such an itch in my pussy. Let's go somewhere, hmmm?"

"Jess, I swear that pill hasn't worn off you yet, and it should have long ago."

"Oh, it has, I know it has. This is MY need now, Jeremy. And I need you real bad." I was rubbing my pussy back and forth on the bicycle seat. I was soaked through the crotch of my shorts since being with Dr. Reid. Jeremy looked at me with lust, awe and a little nervousness.

"Jess, I swear to God - I think you're one of the rare ones in the Program."

"What's that?"

"A genuine nymphomaniac. Lots of girls like sex - for sure all the boys do - but I think you're way beyond them all."

"I think you're right. I can't think about anything anymore except fucking and sucking. I don't think I'll ever be satisfied - Shit, I could fuck you right here." I looked around quickly. "Jeremy - how about in the trees over there - no one would see us. C'mon! I need it NOW."

Jeremy got angry. "NO! Not here, not now. Look, Jess, this town's got a good thing with the Program, but it could be ruined if we were too open about it. Only about a fourth of the town is in on it, and the rest of them would crucify us if we were caught. So many fucking bible-thumpers would go ape-shit, especially with all the teenagers fucking around, not to mention the incest. Like you and me. No, Jess, there's a lot I need to tell you about the rules of the Program. Rules that let us keep a good thing going. Don't fuck it up!"

I was really hurt by what he'd said, but I grudgingly understood.

"Okay. You're right. But promise me you'll fuck me soon, please!?"

He laughed. "I was planning on it, kid. And a few other things, too. But, c'mon - let's get home now."

We turned out bikes away from the field, but I couldn't help but notice a lot of Black faces turned towards us, watching us leave. I was a rebellious little bitch, I knew it, and thought about the old saying that rules were made to be broken. And I knew someday I'd break a big taboo with one or more of those dusky players.

(Ava: Did you, Mom!? Really?

Jess: Not that particular day, no - not technically anyhow. Not before midnight.)

When we got home, I saw a note stuck on the refrigerator. It was from Mom.

"Kids, your dad and I are on an overnight bike run to the Casino. We've taken Amy with us in the sidecar. Allison, remember your babysitting job at the Mr. Nelson's tonight. Jess, I hope you'll be around tomorrow night (Sunday) so we can have your birthday party. I hope you won't have partied TOO much before then : ). Jeremy, keep a loving eye on things. There's plenty of food. See you tomorrow afternoon. Love, Mom"

"Jeremy! It's perfect! Look!"

While Jeremy read the note, I remembered about Mom and Dad, and I guessed that her remark about too much partying meant she knew I'd either been initiated, or was going to be soon.

My brother yelled, "All Right!" when he'd finished reading and hugged me and planted a happy kiss on my laughing mouth. "Let's have a party tonight!"

"Yes! Who should we ask?"

"Look, I'll call Ryan and Ashley and tell them to spread the word. We'll only have 20 people or so - don't want it to get out of hand."

"I do," I laughed, squeezing his cock through his jeans.

"Wait, sis - no, no this won't work."

"WHY?" I was crushed.

"Because you've gotta wait to get your test results from Dr. Reid before you can start fucking a lot, that's why."

"But she SAID I looked clean," I whined.

"That's not enough, you heard her."

"But ... but she said if everyone used rubbers it would be okay," I pleaded.

"Jess - I don't know - lots of boys hate 'em and won't use 'em. Like me."

"You see!" I said triumphantly. "WE've been fucking, haven't we? So it must be all right!"

"Jess, it was pretty dumb of us to do that."

"But," I said, realizing I had him, "I got fucking so many times last night and NOBODY used a rubber and I was full of cum. How come the Program lets that happen at Initiations, huh?"

"Well, it's just a tradition, Jess - it's always been like that at Initiations. We just do it that way, that's all," but I could tell he'd heard my point.

"Hmmph - that's just because the Program must have started before HIV and it was a lot safer then."

"You've just proven my point! There IS AIDS today and we've got to be extra cautious. Nope, you wait for your tests so that everybody knows you're keeping the Program healthy."

"I still say the Initiation is dumb, then. I wish I hadn't done it."

Jeremy laughed, "Oh, SURE you don't! You were born to fuck, kid, and don't kid yourself."

That made me all the unhappier. Did he mean I couldn't get fucked for three more days?! Shit, Pandora's box and MY box had been opened and I couldn't go back, even if I'd wanted to - and I didn't.

"But," he went on, "I'm going to talk to some of the gang about what you said. Maybe we need to make it a rule that everybody sees Dr. Reid BEFORE the Initiations. God, when I think back - to Allison's - shit, Jess, I was just 13 then when I got to 'escort' her to her cumming-out party - I was taking a big risk then, too. But then," his voice trailed off.

"But then WHAT?" "Jess, I've got a big secret, and you've gotta tell me you'll never let it out. I mean it. There'd be huge trouble if it got out. Promise?"

"Jeremy, of course. You're my big brother - and my lover, too," I said.

"And Jess - God, it's strange, but I love you - more than as a sister."

"You do? Really? 'Cause I've always loved you like that, but thought it was wrong." I giggled a little, happy being in love, but there was something else, too. "I love you so much, Jeremy, that I want you to always fuck whoever you want, and for me to do the same, Okay?"

He laughed. "Sure, Jess. That's why we're in the Program. But listen - I've got to tell this to somebody."

I kissed him. "Trust me, lover."

"I do. Jess, when I took Allison to her Initiation, I wasn't a virgin. I didn't know about the Program - shit, I was just 12, seventh grade when - " His voice trailed off.

"When what, honey? It's no big deal. You'd have lost it to that bitch in a few more months anyway." I couldn't help saying that: Allison really was a pushy bitch. Beautiful, but dumb and full of herself. "I hope you lost your cherry to somebody more sensitive and loving."

"I did, Jess. I lost it to Mom. I fucked Mom, or should I say 'she fucked me.'"

I was stunned. My MOTHER? Fucked her son? My new lover?

"Jeremy, I ... "

"That's not all, Sis. Oh, God, nine months later - Amy was born."

My heart stopped. My baby sister? Sister?! Niece!!

"Mom caught me masturbating in bed one night and scared me. I was sure she'd kill me. But she just said I should go ahead and let her watch. I was going soft with the shock, but she sat down by me and stroked it herself. She told me she'd seen me before and just couldn't help herself tonight - she had to be with me. I didn't know what 'be with me' meant, but I soon found out.

"She stood up and took off her nightgown - Mom really has an amazing body, Jess. I know you know how big her tits are, but her pussy - plump and pink. I even thought her stretch marks were the hottest things I'd ever seen, and knowing she'd had three kids - and that I was one of them! - just made my cock rise like a post.

"'I knew you were big, baby, and now you're mine', she told me as she climbed on top and straddled me, and just dropped her hot pussy down until I was in her up to my nuts. I started humping her hard, like I'd heard it was supposed to be, but shit - it was the most natural thing ever. I was so close to blasting, and she knew it, too. She got out of the saddle and I was aching to cum, but I guessed she didn't want me to cum in her - or maybe she felt guilty and changed her mind. I was all hot and messed up.

"But to my surprise, she just said, 'Don't you dare cum yet, baby. Just a minute.' I saw her put her fingers into her cunt like she was looking for something. I thought she was just going to masturbate herself and maybe me too. But then she said, 'Ah, gotcha!' and pulled something white and rubbery from her snatch and dropped it on nightstand. With a big loving, lusty grin, she impaled herself again on me and said something like, 'oooo, this is against the rules, but ... oh fuck me, baby, hard! Give me your sweet seed, oh baby, jizz me, lover' and pummeled my cock with her hot pumping cunt.

"Jess, I was out of my head then. I didn't stop to think if we were being loud or if anyone could hear us. I just had to keep fucking Mom, and finally I felt a huge build-up inside and, damn, I must have shot five or six loads of cum in Mom. I know I had to have blacked out for a minute or two, because when I looked up, Mom was squatting by the side of the bed with her fingers in her cunt again. I must have looked dazed, because Mom said, 'I don't want to lose a drop, sweetheart.'

"What - what're you doing Mom?", I asked her.

"Baby, I'm putting my diaphragm back in my pussy. I want to hold in every drop of your beautiful cum," she smiled. "I want your baby, darling."

"Jess, shit - can you imagine? Here's I'd just been fucked for the first time, and I'm 12, and it's my fucking mother - and on top of that, she wants me to make her pregnant! Incredible."

"Jeremy - baby, didn't that really mess you up? How are you doing with it? Ohhh, my sweet guy - " I hugged him close, and I was crying.

"Shhhh, it's okay. I'm fine, really. Look, Sis - Mom's never really said if Amy is - our kid. I'm guessing she is, but Mom just won't say - if she's protecting all of us, well, it's a little late for that. But with time, I've learned to not let it get to me.

"After that night, Mom and I kept fucking every chance we got - and, oh God Jess - we still do, but not as much. You know - I just thought - I wonder if she's a little jealous of you."

"Of ME!? WHY!?"

"Oh, she told me she thought - well, that I was looking forward TOO much to taking you to your Initiation."

"Jeremy - you mean Mom KNEW?!"

"Sure. She told me all about the Program after - after we became lovers."

"Jeremy - if what you say is true, about Mom and you and me - what did she think about you fucking Allison?"

"Oh, she wasn't bothered at all. It was kind of funny what she said."

"What did she say?"

"'The bitch isn't good enough for you!"

* * *

(Jess: God, Ava, we must have laughed for an hour about that. And we still do whenever we're - together.

Ava: Wow, Mom. This is - almost too much.

Jess: My Precious, you ain't heard nothing yet. Wait till I tell you about the Breeder's Auxiliary.

Ava: The ... ?

Jess: Like I said, wait, Sweetheart. We've got a lot of ground and lessons to cover before your big night, and in the meantime, I think our pussies need a little quality time together, don't you?

Ava: Sure Mom, but ...

Jess: 'But'?

Ava: Nothing. I guess I can wait.

Jess: You're thinking about Brad, aren't you?

Ava: Ummm, yeah, I guess so.

Jess: Soon enough, my child, soon enough. And trust me - he'll be worth the wait! Ava, help me out here.

Ava: What do you need, Mom?

Jess: My hands are full of flour and I need to cut in the Crisco now. Could you grab it?

My bronze baby girl opened the cupboard and reached high for the can of shortening. Even though it was only on the bottom shelf, she is just a petite, luscious little thing and had to stretch to get it, and being on her tip-toes made her lovely little tits rise up. I should tell you we were generally always naked around the house when it was just the two of us. I didn't want Brad to see Ava naked too often, at least until he'd helped initiate her. A little frustration would be good for my sixteen-year-old fuck-fiend, and I was always more than happy to nurse him out of the blue-balls.

Jess: Thanks, honey.

Ava: What kind of pie are you making, Mom?

Jess: Lemon cream. My special recipe, the one you love. Stay and watch and I'll teach you how.

I showed her how to cut the Crisco into the flour and salt mixture, then roll it and form it into the pie shell.

Jess: It's got to bake now for about 20 minutes at 350. Oh, hell - I forgot to preheat the oven. Honey, could you? Thanks. Now, what will we do while we're waiting?

Ava: Tell me more stories about the Program, Mom. Please?

Jess: What do you want to know?

Ava: Just keep going from where you stopped last night.

Jess: Hmmmm. Where did I leave off?

Ava: Well, you and uncle Jeremy were going to have a party ... and you said something about an auxiliary or something?

Jess: Oh, right!

Ava: And before that you said - what was it? Oh, when you'd seen those Black guys and how you didn't break that rule, but that you broke a different one that night - something like that.

Jess: I see I'm a terrible storyteller. I've left too many holes. Ok, Ava, all will be answered today. Let's see - )

Jeremy and I didn't have the party that night, for a couple of reasons. Like I told you, we weren't really sure I should be banged by the gang again before those tests were back. I hated it, but I did kinda see the sense in it. I warned him he'd have to be all over me for the next few days - with a rubber on, of course! - and I wanted to blow him as often as I could, only as a serious student. Right! That little vow didn't last long, baby, as I'll tell you.

So, we were actually glad we'd be alone again. Oh, your uncle could have gone out and fucked any of the other little tramps in the Program, but he was still fascinated by breaking me in more. And like I said, we were just a little in love, too. Boy, was I dumb! Jeremy and I get along pretty good now, but I soon found out he did most of his 'thinking' with his dick.

We were about to walk hand-in-hand to my room and resume our explorations when the back door opened and in walked Allison. Did I tell you that Jeremy and I had stripped naked during our party planning? No? Well, we certainly were, and seeing Allison staring at us made me blush for sure, but only seemed to piss Jeremy off.

"What're YOU looking at?" he snarled at her.

"At two stupid love-birds, you prick."

I know I told you she was a bitch. Still, I was embarrassed, as much as the way she looked at me as by being 'caught'.

"Shit, Jeremy, you're such a sap. With all the pussy around, you go and hang out with your little sister. It's obvious you don't know a great piece of ass when you've found one."

"Yeah! Like whose?"

"Oh, like mine for instance."

"You! I'd ... " His voice trailed off.

"Hah! You can't deny it, can you! You've never had a fuck like me, and you sure won't match it with this little slut."

"Hey," I shouted, completely over my embarrassment, "how do you know?"

"Know what, twerp?"

"That I'm not a better fuck than you, huh?"

"Here's how I know, stupid."

Allison stripped naked then. Jesus, your aunt was fucking beautiful - I mean it. Her tits were at least D cup and firm, with huge brown nipples that, I swear, seemed to be flexing - really! She had a shaved pussy - I'd never heard of such a thing before. I mean, I had only a little down on mine, but hers was as smooth as a baby's butt. She shifted her legs apart a little and, tearing my eyes from the tits she was squeezing and caressing, I looked at her snatch again and damned if I couldn't see a little fingertip protruding from the top of her slit. I knew what clits were, but this one - I could imagine her crooking it like you would a finger, signaling a man to cum and get it.

I heard Jeremy grunt next to me and clutch my hand harder. I glanced down his front and saw that Allison's little display was having an effect. For the first time in my life I knew what jealousy was.

"What do you think, Jeremy? Jess? Wouldn't any man - or woman - prefer a taste of this to a runt," she said nastily, looking directly at me.

"I have an idea - a little bet I'd like to make. Interested?"

"What ... what is it?" Jeremy managed to say. She moved a finger to massage her clit, which seemed to grow under her touch.

"Jessica, I'm going to prove that your boyfriend here is hot for me. I'll bet I can make him cum in under three minutes."

"What?! No way," I blurted out. I was pretty confident she couldn't. I don't know how many times he'd cum in me (and who the fuck else!) in the last 24 hours, and was sure I'd drained him for at least a while. But I was a little less confident when I snuck another look at Jeremy and saw his cock stiffen and twitch, and his eyes hypnotized by the circling of her finger on her clit.

"Oh, I think I can," she purred. "Come here, little brother."

"Jeremy, no!" I pleaded. "Allison you slut, let us alone!"

"Why? Think you'll lose the bet?"

"No!"

"Then, let's go. Here's the bet, bitch: If I can get him to cum in my mouth in under three minutes, two things'll happen. First, you'll have to take my babysitting job for me tonight. I'll even let you keep the money for it," she laughed nastily. "Second, I'm not going to swallow his cum. Guess what: You're going to kiss me and lick it from my mouth. Hah! So what do you say, Jess?"

I was struck dumb for a minute. No way she could do it, I thought. A safe bet. I was about to say 'no fucking way' when I felt Jeremy drop my hand and move towards Allison! The asshole! He fucking wanted her. I lost the jealousy I'd felt and was just mightily pissed off. These two deserved each

other!

"Sure - go ahead," I snarled. "It's a bet. But you can't touch his cock before the time starts!"

"Fine," she said smugly.

"Shit, Jeremy," I blurted, "if all it takes is a dare from a skank to get you hot, fuck you! You just stay away from me from now on, you hear?!"

Jeremy and his stiffening prick-brain moved closer to her. He looked at me but didn't seem to recognize me. Fuck - nobody's ever going to break my goddamn heart again, I'll guarantee it, I thought.

Allison dropped to her knees in front of him. She put her face within a few inches of his prick and made a face. "Christ, Jeremy - you're worse than Jess! Don't you ever wash your crotch? Damn!"

Hah! I realized Allison was a little less sure of herself, now that she suspected our brother was a little fucked-out. Gotcha, bitch! I thought.

"Look, I can't do him in three minutes if he's half-soft like this. Let's make it ten, ok?" she proposed, but without much hope.

"Three, that's final. And, Allie," God, she hated that name!, "what do I get when you lose the bet?"

"I'm NOT gonna lose," she snarled. "And on the off chance I do, you can name your prize. OK, little girl?"

"You're on!"

"Jeremy, come closer," she ordered. He did, the glazed-over fool. "We'll start when you're a little harder - No, I'm not gonna touch his dick. HE is. Jeremy stroke that prick for me that's it, harder, faster, baby - "

"Hey - the bet wasn't about him jerking off and cumming!"

"Jess," she said fake innocently, "I only said I wouldn't touch his dick before the time started. We didn't say anything about HIM not touching himself before the bell."

"God damn it! Well - I'm starting the timing now - and don't you dare stroke it for him!" I started the countdown out loud, seeing the second hand on the clock move to the 12.

"Watch," she purred, "and LEARN."

Allison cupped Jeremy's sac in her left hand and started a firm, swirling massage. "Not touching his cock, see?" she said triumphantly.

"2:45 to go."

I heard a moan leave Jeremy's throat, and a moist murmur come from her.

"2:30."

Jeremy gave a sharp gasp, and I couldn't help but look. God, Allison had moved her right hand to his backside to, I thought, stroke his ass. But when I peeked back there, she'd stuck a finger up asshole!

"A little prostate massage drives 'em wild," she said. Jeremy only groaned in agreement.

"2:05!"

I could tell by her movements and Jeremy's yelps that she must have found what she'd been digging for. He stopped beating his meat and Allison growled, "Oh give me that, you jerk!" and took his red meat sword into her mouth, her finger still up to the third knuckle in his fundament.

"1:42!"

I could tell she'd bitten his knob, though he made no move to get away. Her cheeks were sunken, then swollen, then sunken again as she furious bobbed her head on and off his prick.

"1:18."

Jeremy was grabbing the table to his right, to keep from falling. She squeezed his ass cheeks with her free fingers almost viciously and yanked him in again to the depths of her throat. His hips were quivering as he hunched her mouth.

"1:05."

I watched as she slipped a second finger into his asshole and started fucking him with it. She took a moment's rest from his prick and sucked his balls, one at a time, into her hot mouth.

"53 seconds - you're not gonna make it," I said - without the note of confidence I'd hoped for. She didn't respond, hotly focused on the task at hand - or in mouth now, I should say. Allison took him deeply into her throat and seemed by the sounds to be gagging, but, as I learned later when my cocksucking skills improved, the bitch was actually HUMMING around him. Incredible! A literal 'hum job'!

"25!"

This was so amazing, I was almost pulling for her to do it, just because of what I was learning from her. Her technique changed again. Now, his dickhead was all she was working on, and talking a stream of filth to him around his cock through her slimy, puffy lips.

"Cum on my whore's face, baby" slurp "I want your fucking cum in my slut mouth, in my eyes" slurrrrrp "up my whore nose" hmmmmmm "you can do it, you fucking stud with your big, hard cock" slurp "make me your cum bitch, Jeremy, and here's what you'll get, whenever you want it - "

"12!"

She pulled him deep inside her throat again, and now she seemed to be screaming through her plugged mouth, the gagging sounds forcing their way through the lips distended around his prick. With her free hand, she cupped his balls again.

"8!"

And squeezed both of his nuts, bringing a sharp moan from him.

"7!"

His groans got loud and he viciously pulled the back of her head forward until she was stuck on his angry red dick.

"6!"

Allison's throat worked furiously - Jeremy quivered -

"5!"

She popped his dick from her craw and held it wide open. I couldn't believe it! The prick still had cum in him! One, two and then a third rope of semen shot from the tip and puddled into her mouth. She kept her eyes on his dick - so close they almost crossed, making her look like a freak. It would have been funny, but I was in awe - and pissed about losing.

Jeremy gave a deep sigh, and I saw it was over. He stumbled back until he felt a chair behind him and saw down heavily. Allison's cheeks were pooched out, and she signaled frantically for me to come over. Yes: The other part of the bet. I may be a whore but I'm not a double-crosser. I've never gone back on my word, ever, and I didn't then. I kneeled down in front of Allison and pulled her face to mine, locking my lips on hers. She opened her mouth and squeezed the sweet cum into my mouth. I swallowed just a little - it was crazy, but I felt a kind of tenderness towards both her and Jeremy - and I felt a little sad, too. I was sure at that moment that I'd never have him again, ever, and wanted a remembrance of him.

But I was still far more furious than romantic. I hopped to my feet and moved quickly to where he was sitting. I slowly started to bend my face to his. Jeremy thought I was going to kiss him. Hah! I spit his treacherous cum right into his face, and then slapped him! The asshole had broken my heart, but I vowed then to always be a quick healer, and nothing heals a heartbreak like revenge.

I stormed out of the kitchen then and headed to my room. I threw myself on the bed, but I didn't cry. And I wasn't really mad anymore either. I'd learned something from Allison - that you can be a total whore without being a bitch.

(Jess: You understand what I mean? No, angel - you're much too sweet to know that. But I vowed that I'd get what I wanted from life - everything - but I'd never needlessly fuck anyone over to get it.

Ava: And you never did, Mom?

Jess: Remember - I said 'needlessly', honey. I have fucked over a few in my day.)

While I was having this philosophical discussion with myself, I heard a light knocking on the door. Thinking it was Jeremy, I yelled, "Go away you asshole! Leave me alone!"

"Tut tut, little sister - none of that now!" Allison laughed. "Just wanted to remind you - you have to be at Mr. Nelson's at 8:00, you hear? Food's good and he's got a great porno video collection. I'll walk you over there."

I yelled back, "I'll go, I told you I would. Now leave me alone!"

There was silence for a few moments, then I heard her voice again through the door, much more softly.

"Jess? You're all right, you know? You did real good. Let's talk sometime. Bye."

Imagine that! The sister I'd thought was a cold bitch had a soft streak! And the brother I'd worshipped did only what his cock wanted! Later I realized I'd been too hard AND too easy on them both. I didn't really know myself at all back then. I was quick to judge, and impulsive as hell - selfish, my God! But right then, I swore I'd show them both - I didn't know how yet, or even if they'd be there to see me getting back at them. God, I was dumb. But it's probably what led me to what I did that night.

(Ava: What, Mom! You've got to TELL me!

Jess: Ah, patience, Jess. That's the 'rule breaking' I told you about. Tomorrow, Sweetie.

Ava: Oooooh - well, at least tell me what that auxiliary was. Please!

Jess: Still is, Honey. Well, it's a long story, but here's a quicky version. I'll fill in the details another time - yes, I promise, don't even ask.

I told you that soon after your Initiation, you'll be asked to make a decision that'll affect the rest of your life. Remember? Well, Baby, some of the new girls decide they want to be mothers, right from the start. Sure, they love the sex, but something in them craves being knocked up. Now, not all of these girls are really fit to be mothers, but they don't know it. They're just bimbos looking for something to love, like maybe they never were by a mom or dad. Whatever - there's more of them than you think. Sometimes it's obvious that they'd be great, healthy parents, and those are the girls that are allowed to be breeders, but most of them are recruited.

Ava: But, Mom - who decides? I mean to let a girl be one or not.

Jess: The final decision is with the doc, Kerry Reid. Remember, you'll be seeing her often and she's good - she really can see into a girl's head, heart and soul. When Kerry sees a hot one, she'll do the recruiting. Her record's perfect: Everyone she's decided would be great as a breeder has accepted her judgment.

Ava: What if ...

Jess: If they wouldn't be good? Kerry gently but firmly sets them straight. They finally accept it. Know why? If they don't, they're eventually thrown out of the Program. That's it. They'll spend the rest of their lives with the regular jerks in this town, married to some fucking mechanic or something, raising kids they later learn they never wanted. Whores that think they're respectable ladies. Trash that thinks they're too good to fuck, but are going nuts inside because 'respectable' means you can't fuck who you want, when you want it and where you want it most. They lock the likes of us out of their precious 'society'. Cunts call me a whore with their eyes every time they see me. And my eyes tell 'em right back: "Sure am, honey. Don't you wish you still were? Your husbands tell me you do,' and sometimes I do laugh out loud at them. Then there's the repressed lesbians, more than a few of whom I've pleasured with my trusty strap-on. Like Mrs. Collins ...

Ava: Mrs. Collins? My teacher?!

Jess: Sure thing, honey. Has she ever - ?

Ava: Gee, Mom, Ruthie told a lot of kids that she - Mrs. Collins - did bad-touching to her, but we didn't believe it.

Jess: Believe it, baby. But we were talking about breeders before I got off on the cunts of Grinnel.

Ava: Mom? Do you think - ?

Jess: That Kerry will ask you? I don't know, honey. I think you'd be a great mother. But, understand - if you choose to breed, you have to stay off all birth control for the rest of your fertile life, and fuck everyone - even people you may not like. You whole life is given to staying pregnant and popping babies. And for one reason: To keep a stock of future Program kids always in the pipeline.

Ava: God, Mom. I'm - I don't know if -

Jess: Don't worry, honey. Just enjoy yourself until the time comes. Kerry'll know if you belong in the auxiliary, and if she asks, you'll know it, too. Baby, there's a lot more about it, but another time, ok? We've got this pie to finish - Ah, there's the timer. Better pull it out to cool - Hah! that's what I used to say to your uncle!

Ava: Mom? What happens if a girl gets pregnant and Dr. Reid doesn't - if she didn't ask them?

Jess: It's pretty simple, but it'll will sound heartless, baby. The first time, Dr. Reid scrapes them.

Ava: Abortions!?

Jess: Yes. And tells them the consequences of it happening again: She'll sterilize them.

Ava: Oh, no!

Jess: Ava, listen. It's the only way. The stupid tramps would just keep doing it over and over. Too dumb to use good sense or their diaphragms. Listen, it hasn't happened often, girls getting tossed out - maybe twice since I was initiated. But there were lots of runaways, and we hardly ever heard another word about them. They couldn't handle the shame of being the wrong stuff. And it's sad, Ava, but there were a few suicides, too.

Ava: Mom, no!

Jess: Afraid so, Honey. Look, a lot of us joined the Program thinking it would be all endless fun, fucking and sucking. We wanted to get away from the uptight world of pain, boredom and mediocrity. But we found out that that world is always there. But, know what? WE're having a lot more fun than those who ONLY live in that world. But honey, don't let get me started on that -

Ava: Then, didn't you get asked to be a breeder?

Jess: That's a good one - me! No, honey, I had too big a rebellious streak in me - as you'll hear. I have a lot more stories to tell. No, breeding wasn't for me.

Ava: Then why did you have me? And Brad? And now Angie?

Jess: For love. Everything turned out to have been for love. C'mon, let's finish this pie. Gotta pee, Sweetie?

Ava: Well, yeah - but why?

Jess: That's Mom's secret ingredient in the lemon pie filling, two tablespoons of piss! And my meringue - well, Ava, after we make each other cum again like we did last night, I'll show you what makes the peaks stand up and get golden brown - and I don't mean nipples, babe. And that's why my meringue has always 'weeped' more than that Baker's Square crap, too. So, here's a pan - go fill it up, but don't you dare cum without your Mom!

Somehow, after the anger and humiliation of Allison blowing Jeremy and winning the bet - somehow I'd fallen asleep. And I had some amazing, disturbing dreams in the short time I napped. Wait, I'll tell you about them in a minute. Anyway, I guess I had an overload of thoughts, feelings and sensations I hadn't dealt with. I mean, less than 24 hours ago I was still a virgin - I'm not saying 'innocent', but a biological virgin nonetheless. Then came my Initiation into the Program.

Only now aftre dreaming did I remember the searing pain of having my cherry ripped through by Jeremy; only now could I say that the pleasure of that first fuck was far less than the pain. I still couldn't remember when the excitement of the penetrations overcame the hurting. I just remember that it did. When Jeremy first forced his cock into my asshole - funny, but that didn't hurt as much as the pussy mauling. No cherry to pop, or not much of one. I think I'd ruptured my hyman somehow much earlier - can't think of how, though. Anyhow, the asshole's just made of tougher stuff, I guess. Once I'd been stretched there a few times, I had no discomfort at all, and to this day, Ava, I have a real fondness for sodomy. And Honey, that's why I've been careful to give you finger massages there. I want your first butt-fuck to be great, with you good and slack back there. Believe me, with the size of your brother's dick, you'll need the stretching.

I worry about your pussy too, baby. I think we should use the toys a little more often, don't you?

Ava: Right now, okay Mom?

Jess: Soon, baby. And BJ practice, too?

Ava: Sure, but it would be so nice to have a real one -

Jess: No, nothing beats the real thing, that's for sure. It'll only be a little while longer, baby - what, two weeks till you're 12? Ahhh, we have such fun work ahead of us! But, Ava, my stories are every bit as important in getting you ready, understand?

Ava: Yes, Mama.

Jess: Good girl. Talking about blow jobs, I have to laugh thinking back to the Initiation. I mean, I must have been pathetic. I mean, with fucking (at least at first) all a girl has to do is take the dicks - not just lay there, but really, it's the boys who have to burn the calories, do most of the moving. Technique comes later, but any girl can get fucked and be adequate at first. It's the pro's who move way past that.

Anyway, blow jobs: I had no idea what I was doing. Was I suppose to treat the dick like a corn dog, or a Tootsie Pop? Do you lick, or literally suck, like you would on a Popsicle? And how can gagging be any fun at all, because I gagged plenty that night. Didn't barf, though, thank God. I tried to not suck the cocks farther back than my molars, not knowing then that the throat can stretch like the slackest twat and take a prick to the roots. I've only met one or two in my day that I couldn't throat. No, no - no time for those stories now.

Something else I wasn't ready for: Face-fucking! I kept wondering why the boys wouldn't just sit still and let me do the work. Why did they have to keep hunching into my mouth? And I just couldn't figure out why some of them wanted me to swallow, some wanted to just jizz up my face and tits. Good old Ryan! He let me know he wanted a little something different for his last BJ. By that time Ashley and her girlfriend Tanya had joined the fun - to tell the truth, it was nice to be able to shift some of the excess to someone else. I mean, I'd been the fuck toy for 15 guys for the better part of two hours, and I was fucking exhausted - pun intended, of course. Sticky, too. Some of those fuckers were only happy blowing their loads on any exposed skin. God, I felt greased.

Ava: Mom? What about Ryan, and Ashley?

Jess: Right. Well, Ryan told me he was going to jizz my mouth, but that I should share it with Ashley. I didn't follow him (kind of too busy humming his dick just then), but he said to just not swallow. Almost at the same time, he blew his load into my sealed mouth. Ashley must have known what would be next, 'cause she lay down with her face below mine and said, "Gimme a snowball, Jess."

I must have still looked puzzled, because she said impatiently, "Drip the sperm into my mouth!"

Ah, so that's a snowball, I thought. I let a long string drip slowly towards her open mouth, bobbing my head to keep the gooey rope hangin' and danglin' as long as I could. Not easy, as I was being pussy fucked medium intensely at the same time from behind.

Finally, I just gave up on the game and French-kissed Ashley, and we swapped boy slime and spit for several heavenly minutes. Damn, Ava, I never stopped to think that I was kissing a girl; it just all felt so right, you know? No, of course you don't, not yet. Honey - I knew from that minute that sex with anyone is wonderful; man, woman or child - because at 14 I was little more than a girl in a budding woman's body. Words like 'lesbian' or 'queer' or mother- or brother-fucker mean nothing.

But there was one part of the Initiation I hadn't faced up to yet - Buster - and it took my nap-dream to bring that squarely in front of me. Fucking a dog just was too much to take in - almost as much as taking in Buster had been!

* * *

In my dream, I was out on a playground with a bunch of girls, and it felt like we were all about eight years old. I remember that hop-scotch was big that year, and that's what we were playing. Oh, right! And it was old Mrs. Garvey watching us, my third grade teacher. She was talking to the gym teacher, Mr. Phelps, and then suddenly they left, arm-in-arm. I was puzzled, but it felt good to be unsupervised.

It was my turn and I tossed the small stone on the hop-scotch ines, but the rock flew and flew until it ended up in the woods just off the grounds. I thought I'd lost my turn and the next girl (who looked just like Ashley!) said I'd better go find the stone or the game couldn't go on.

Pouting, I ran off to the woods to look. I mean, if I'd been awake I'd have known it would be impossible to find what was a pebble, really, but dreams don't work like that.

As I was running, right in my path was Mrs. Garvey and Mr. Phelps. My God, they were naked! She was on all fours and he was behind her sniffing and then licking her snatch! Then with a howl, he mounted her, hunched over her back with his long arms holding her around the chest, holding her down. He had a cock that I could only think of as angry, it looked so red. It wasn't a human cock - I didn't know what a dog dick looked like - really, Ava. With Buster I hadn't been able to look back between my legs to see him slicing into me.

Mr. Phelps saw me and howled, still humping my teacher. His howls drew me closer, almost as though he was summoning his bitch. As I watched, walking towards them, I noticed how hairy Mrs. Garvey was - not just her head and bush but all over! And Mr. Phelps now looked matted with fur. Shit, Ava, they were transforming into dogs as I watched!

In a trance, I got down next to Mrs. Garvey - my clothes were gone; how I didn't remember - and assumed the position of 'showing' myself. It's like I was trying to attract a stud dog of my own! Mr. Phelps gave a howl and for the first time I noticed that he had a swollen red knot at the base of his dog prick. I thought for a minute it was his nut-sack, but quickly knew that wasn't right, when he lurched forward again and painfully squeezed his knot inside Mrs. Garvey's stretched pussy! (And no, Ava, Buster didn't do that to me at the Initiation. Ryan, bless him, was able to hold Buster back enough to keep me from having my fresh furrow destroyed).

At this point I was howling, too, but I was still a little, rutting girl. I heard someone come up behind me - it was Jeremy, but at the age he was when he first fucked me for real. I wanted my tiny pussy to be ravaged like Mrs. Garvey's, and I felt something stiff poking at my slit. If this was dick, I never wanted anything worse than I wanted to be fucked like this, right now!

The hard tool slithered up my cunt - it didn't hurt at all - and I screamed for more. It kept moving up, deeper, but I wanted to swallow it whole with my vagina. I was out of my mind with pleasure.

Suddenly I noticed that Jeremy was now kneeling in front of me with his dick wagging in my face. I should have wondered who, then, was fucking me, but the sight of his dick erased all thoughts, although it now felt like the prick coming up from under was in my abdomen. I never even questioned that a cock shouldn't be able to be that deep.

Then I felt it coming up my esophagus, then into my throat - from inside! I opened my mouth to take Jeremy in my mouth - and a python came slithering across my lips! The snake lurched forward and bit Jeremy on the end of his cock - which now was a snake, too! (See, Ava? In the dream I was still pissed about him and Allison, but all that was happening made perfect dream-sense).

Jeremy shrieked with pain, but I couldn't do anything for him - not with this cock-snake still squirming in my from bottom hole to top. And I was quaking too much from a non-stop cum to be of any use to anyone.

Soon, too soon, the snake's tail left my lips and I was agonizingly empty - though not for long, oh no. I heard noises behind me and glanced back to see a small zoo's worth of animals back there - hyenas, zebras, a hippo, even a fucking shark! And back for seconds, my beloved Buster. Not to bore you, honey, but by the time I woke from my nap-dream, I'd been roundly fucked in all holes by every beast that wanted me! Any past and future guilt about using my body and being used by any and all God's creatures had been washed away.

I must have been really into the dream because it took Allison shaking my shoulder to bring me all the way to consciousness. She told me she'd rushed to my room when she heard me screaming, "Fuck meeee! More, more!"

Yup, that dream really took me around a corner. I fell asleep a 14-year-old tramp wannabe, and woke up a total, insatiable nympho skank. And I haven't regretted a minute of my life - except that I didn't find out earlier, like when I was eight. Maybe sooner.

* * *

Like I was saying, Allison woke me out of the delicious, beastly dream.

"Nightmare, kid?" she asked, with concern in her voice.

"No - no, I didn't dream at all. Why should you care?"

"Still pissed about losing the bet?" she asked.

"No - why should I be? You just proved what a slut you are!"

"And don't you wish you were, Jess," she laughed. She took my silence as agreement. "Jess, you're so new to all this, don't worry. You'll catch up. Shit, I've been fucking for six years - don't expect to be a pro after a day," she laughed.

Something bothered me about what she said, and I did the math on it. "Allison - you've been fucking since ... you were 11? I thought you didn't get in the Program until you were 14!"

Allison looked at me hard for a long time. "Jess - can I trust you?"

"For what!"

"Just to hear my story."

"Just to hear you brag, you mean." She laughed.

"Yup, still pissed, aren't you? Jess, really - I've got a couple of reasons why I want to talk to you. I - don't really have anyone, you know? No close girlfriends. Boys? They think I'm just a whore. They'll gladly fuck me, but talk to me? No way. And, damn it anyway, I - I need that. Could we be friends, Sis?"

I was confused. I mean, Allison had never really taken notice of me at all. It was like there was 30 years between us instead of three. Could she be sincere? I felt such a rivalry with her that it would be hard. But my instincts told me to try. "Sure, Allie. Let's be friends."

"You're a sweetie," she said, and gave me a lingering though sisterly kiss. Our lips barely touched, but I could feel her warmth and imagined I could still taste Jeremy, and the sensations made me lose all thoughts of jealousy and lose myself in the rush of emotion in my heart, and even stronger coursing of hormones. I opened my lips as if to invite her tongue in, and Sis didn't miss my signal. Her mouth opened and I felt her tongue seeking mine. For a moment I thought of the snake in my dream, the one that penetrated me and crawled through my whole body, and the memory made me push my tongue to circle hers. I felt one of Alilson's hands on my hard, tiny breasts, tweaking the nipples, which sent a shock all the way through me, anchoring in my clit. I pulled her face to me hard and our kiss became savage. I tried to touch her tits but she pushed my hand away harshly, then broke the kiss. I was panting with need.

"Please, Allison - do me some more? I need it so bad - you must know - "

"I DO know, Jess. Tell me - how hot are you, right now?" "I - don't know - can't think - "

"Good girl. You're learning," she purred, still fondling my tits.

"I just - I need something IN me, anything - your finger, Allie - please finger my pussy? Please?" I mewled. She stopped touching me completely then and I cried out in frustration.

She just laughed and said, "I do believe you're the horny one in the family - not that ANY of us are slackers - who can say about Amy yet, though I've read that two-year-olds are already sexual. Look - I really wanted to talk to you, but you're out of your fucking head right now. I'll come back later," and she rose from the bed and turned toward the door to my room.

I couldn't stand the idea of being alone - okay, of being so fucking frustrated. I called out, "Don't leave, Allie, please! Come back - I'll listen. Really I will."

She knew I was talking through my cunt. "Look, I'll get you off, so you're not so fucking crazy." She paused, slyly thoughtful. "Jess? Want to make a bet?"

Oh oh. I'd stepped into that one before today - though I must say I didn't mind the payoff I had to make - at least the snowball. I still wasn't thrilled about babysitting for her tonight, though.

"What's the bet?"

"Stop fingering your pussy and listen. I'll bet I can make you cum in under three minutes!" I thought she was mocking me with the same wager she'd had with me and Jeremy. But the need to cum was stronger than my petty self-esteem.

"You can't," I retorted.

"Piece of cake."

"How will you know if I do?"

"Kid, I know faking it from the real thing. Plus, I'll also bet you're a squirter."

"A squirter?"

"Yeah, that you'll shoot a stream of girl-cum when I get you over the top."

I'd never heard of girls cumming like that - but what did I know? I might have been squirting my juices all during the Initiation, but how could I have told? I was being filled over and over with boy semen. No way to know if any of the overflow from my pussy was ME, too. I mean, my pussy was rarely empty so how could I have known if I was hosing out or not?

"It's a bet," I giggled, now not caring whether I won or lost. I just needed to cum so badly. "What do I win?"

She laughed. "Not much chance of that! If you do, I'll do anything you ask. But WHEN I win, you'll help me with Freddy." She went silent for a moment. "Yeah, I heard about you and Buster."

I got it, then. Despite herself, Allison was jealous of me and the Great Dane. She'd never fucked a dog, and her 'innocent' little sister beat her to it!

"Aw, you could fuck him without me. Freddy's so sweet natured, he wouldn't be a problem."

Freddy was a great dog - a hound, really. We had no idea what breeds were in him. A little setter, maybe some sheep dog - we didn't know. Our family had him since he was a puppy and now he was getting on in years a little, but he was still as playful as ever. And, I remembered, a horny fucker, too. I remembered seeing him a couple of times in the yard, when a wandering bitch got in the fence. He was a fucking maniac, with a dick knot the size of a cantaloupe! Maybe Allison was right to be nervous. All this went through my head in, I swear, about three seconds.

"How am I supposed to help you?"

"I'm a little afraid of his claws," Allie confessed. "And that prick of his - I've heard of girls getting stuck on a dog knot and getting torn up when he panics and pulls out too fast. I'd just need you to hold the prick so the knot won't get in me. Okay?"

I thought for a while. I wondered if that's all there was to it. But, shit - I wasn't going to lose this bet, so it didn't matter.

"Sure, Allie. I'll help you fuck Freddy. It's really no big deal, you know," I said, speaking as if I was an old pro - which, I smugly saw, pissed her off.

"But first, we talk."

The bitch! Had me all wired up, ready for an orgasm, and SHE wants to talk!

"And then the bet's on. Promise."

Allie looked thoughtful for a moment, then continued.

"Your math's good. I did start fucking at 11."

I couldn't help from interrupting. "But I thought that waiting until 14 was the rule."

"Sure, but some of us jumped the gun. Hell, at my Initiation I was already a much-fucked little lady. Jeremy seemed a little confused when he was the 'first' to slip me the dick. He thought I should be shrieking with pain and have a bloody pussy when he was done. Instead I screamed with an orgasm and threw my pussy up at his thrusts like a Vegas whore. Jeremy's sweet, but at least at the time he was pretty naïve. He thought I just caught on fast."

"What about the blood," I asked, remembering my own tearing and my spermy blood flow last

night.

"Told them all I'd lost my cherry on a horseback ride. They all bought it, do you believe that?" She laughed, then got serious. "I've never told what had really happened."

"Okay, so tell me about your first fuck." I wanted to be a scholar of sex, and of course, it was only to be able to use my knowledge for good purposes!

"It was in the summer, between fifth and sixth grade. I'd just had my 11th birthday party that afternoon. You wouldn't remember - both you and Jeremy were at church camp. Anyway, all my friends were there, boys and girls. Ryan and Ashley were there, but I think the rest have moved away. We played the usual games and stuff - pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey, musical chairs. I got lots of neat stuff - wish I'd kept it all. Some of the presents were clothes.

"I'll never forget one thing I got from Mom and Dad. They called it a 'teddy' - just sort of a wrap-around thing that only covered my tummy. They told me it was a kind of a slip, but I didn't know. Didn't seem practical, but I really loved it. Somehow I knew it would make me feel older when I wore it, and I was tired of being just eleven - a little girl.

"The party ended kind of badly. Most of the kids had left and the rest of us decided to play spin-the-bottle. Shit, I don't know that any of us knew what we were doing - except Ryan. He suggested it. God, Jess - I was so dumb! I thought that when you lost you just had to kiss the boy on the cheek! Did I ever learn!

"I remember my first loss was to Ryan. When he came over to me, I turned my cheek to be kissed, but he turned my face to his and kissed me full on the lips! 'What are you doing,' I gasped. 'Just kissing you, stupid. What do you think?'

"Well, I didn't know what to think - except it was kind of nice. Whenever I lost after that, I made sure I did it right. But it was all still pretty innocent. And, God knows, I liked it.

"That night, Mom and Dad were sitting in the living room watching TV. I'd been in my room, trying on the clothes I'd gotten that afternoon. I had on the teddy, which I really loved, and put the other clothes on over it. I was between changes when Mom suddenly poked her head in the door.

"'Oh, that's just adorable, Allison', she said, looking at me looking at myself in the mirror. I had only the teddy and my panties on. There was a smile in her voice, but her eyes were hard and cold.

"'Come on - let's show your dad.'

"I was so proud of being a big girl that I agreed. Mom went into the living room first and made a grand announcement before taking my hand and presenting me to Dad.

"Dad had been drinking - so what's new? His eyes were red and his voice a little slurred as he said, 'C'm here. Let me see you.' I walked over to him and, I don't know why, I pirouetted and curtsied in front of him, so proud of my outfit.

"What happened next shocked me. Dad pulled me on his lap, face down, and started to spank me! I screamed and begged to know what I'd done!

"'You're a little whore, aren't you?', he muttered as he kept slapping my ass. 'I saw you with those boys, kissing them and teasing them like a tramp!'

"Jess, I had no idea what a whore was, or what he was talking about. All I knew was my ass was in agony! I kept begging him to stop, and looked at Mom, pleading with my eyes to get her to help me, but all she said was, 'The little cock-teaser thinks she's in the Program already, does she? Bill, we'd better straighten her out'.

"Jess, I can't really describe what happened then. It was all too - well, surreal. I remember screaming that I'd do anything if he'd stop hurting me - and it turned out, I had to do everything.

"Dad raped me that night, and Mom held me legs open while he did it. Dad is huge - maybe you don't know that, yet - and I felt all torn up inside. There was nothing at all pleasurable about it. It WAS a rape. My naïve brain must have protected me from the worst and blacked me out. But I remember wondering if he'd ever quit. He must have fucked me for an hour, and none of it was fun. To this day, I wonder what turned me around. I mean I love it now - but sometimes I'm one mean piece of ass, Jess, I'll admit it. Have you heard my Program nickname yet?"

"No."

"'Ball-breaker'! Sometimes when I'm fucking an older guy, I don't know - I just get in a rage and I scratch and claw the bastard. Most of them like it just fine - guess they think they've turned me on so much that I'm an animal. Married guys don't like it much though."

'Married guys'? There's a lot I don't know about my sister, I thought.

"Long story short - Dad knocked me up. I don't know if it was that time, 'cause he fucked me every night until you and Jeremy got back from camp."

"Allie - did Mom hold you down all the time?"

"No, only the first couple of times. Don't you get it? After the first time, I was the one who came on to Dad, and was he ever willing! There I was, a practically titless little girl, fucking her father like she was an old pro streetwalker."

"But - you were pregnant? How? ... "

"Ah, yes. Jess, one of my birthday presents from Mom was a box of napkins, and I don't mean from Kleenex. I'd had my first period only a week or so before my birthday. Funny, isn't it? Knocked up in my first cycle." Allison laughed bitterly.

"The baby ... what? ... "

Allie lightly fingered her scar. "Gone. C-section, when I was seven-and-a-half months along. I never showed much - you never noticed and I don't think anyone but Mom and Dad knew. Dad stayed my lover throughout my pregnancy. We were careful that you and Jeremy wouldn't find out. It was only later that I learned Mom and Jeremy had a thing going, too... " She paused.

"Wait," I said. "Jeremy wasn't quite ten yet - was he? How ... ?"

"They weren't fucking yet, no. But I caught them making out once and she tried to laugh it off, like it was no worse than spin-the-bottle. Jess, do you know about Amy?"

I told her I did. God, the things I'd been learning in the last 24 hours! Jeremy the father of my little sister! Allie impregnated by Dad! And me - carrying on like a cheap whore, even fucking a dog - and loving it! And I could hardly wait to do worse, if there were worse things to do with hands, cunt, mouth and asshole. I'd find out, or invent some, that was going to be for sure.

"Like I said, I didn't show much at all. I wore loose-fitting tops and stuff like that. Anyway, one night, seven months along, I started having terrible clenching pains in my womb. God, was I scared! It shouldn't have been happening yet! Mom called Dr. Reid, and Kerry told them to bring me to the hospital immediately, and she'd meet us there.

"Terrified, I got dressed - God, it was funny, Jess - I just HAD to wear my teddy! The thing was frayed and cum-stained, but in a way I felt like it still kept me tied to the eleven-year-old who wanted so much to be a grown-up woman. Well, here was that child-woman, on her way to deliver her Dad's baby!

"At the hospital, Kerry gave me a quick examination. he'd been my doctor throughout my pregnancy. Mom and Dad stopped taking me to Dr. Rockwell. They knew from experience that Kerry was 'understanding'.

"Well, Kerry decided I was too small to risk normal childbirth and said she'd have to do the C-section. All I heard was 'operation' and got even more scared. They calmed me down with some medication, and for the next many hours I didn't know what going on. Later I got the whole story.

"The C-section went well. I had a 36-ounce baby girl. No, Jess - don't ask. I never saw her. Mom and Dad had already arranged for her to go up for adoption. Dr. Reid insisted on it, or she wouldn't cooperate. And she did something else. She made me sterile."

"Oh, no! Allison - that's just ... wrong!"

"No, it turned out very right. I don't ever want a kid! And I don't have to worry who I fuck now, or how often. I'm free and loose," she laughed.

"Didn't you ever wonder - I mean, where she ended up? Who her parents are?"

"I know who her parents are, dummy - me and Dad."

"No,no, I mean where she is now?"

"Oh, I know where she is. She's called Becky now. She's at the Nelson's." Allison watched the stunned look that spread across my face, with curiosity and questioning. "Yes, the Nelson's where you're going to babysit tonight. And, dear sister, the other part of our bet I haven't told you about yet."

"Wait - I'm confused ... what bet?"

"The one I win when I get you to cum, oh - a few minutes from now. When I win, you're still going to go sit, but you're going to fuck Jimmy while you're there."

'Hmmmm,' I thought. Sounded good to me! I'd never met him, but hey - that was no longer a requirement for fuck partner for me. Not after the Initiation. And ESPECIALLY not after Buster.

"But, Allie, how am I supposed to get him to do that?"

"He'll be disappointed if you don't. I had him first about a month ago, and he's getting to be kind of a pest about it. He threatened to tell his dad about me 'abusing him' - do you believe the little shit? - if I didn't keep fucking and sucking him. And he's just gotten worse. I had to promise to fuck him AND his little buddies the next time." Allie stopped and looked at me with a hot, satisfied smirk. "You guessed it, Jess: Tonight's the 'next time'! I hope he won't be disappointed when you knock on the door!"

While she revealed all of the twists in her bet, I went from outraged to stunned to openly curious, and she could see it, I knew.

She laughed again. "Want to borrow my teddy? No, it's not the same old one, silly. And I'd strongly suggest you wear your diaphragm. You haven't had MY good fortune."

I looked at my sister with a blend of disgust and awe. I'd never hated or loved anyone as much as I loathed and loved her. And know what, Ava? I WANTED to do the Nelson's for her! I was going to lose that bet - and even if I won, I had her covered!

"Allie?"

"What? You wanna back out, don't you?" she said smugly.

"Well, don't think - Allie!" I said sharply.

"What, little sister?"

"Get down here this second and eat my pussy. I'm watching the clock. Make it good!"

(And Ava - did she ever! Thank God I lost that bet! But that's a story for tomorrow. Right now I have a taste for little girl furless pie - Are you surprised?)

"Allie?"

"What? You wanna back out, don't you?" she said smugly. "Well, don't think - "

"Allie!" I said sharply.

"What IS it, Jess?"

"There are some things I need to know about tonight. Answer me truthfully, ok?"

"What?"

"Do they have any - pets?"

She laughed. "Why you little dog fucker, you ... Just a two-year-old gorgeous collie. I think he's still human virgin. What do you have in mind, little sister?"

"Oh, nothing at all. I just like animals," I said disingenuously, then couldn't stop my laughter.

"Right! And what else?"

"What's the family situation? Mother? Father? Other kids?"

"Mr. Nelson's a widower. I think his wife died a year ago - some kind of accident, I don't really know. Jimmy's nine, like I said, and my little girl's four, going on five. That's it."

"Does Mr. Nelson know Amy's yours?"

"No. And he never will."

"Allison, how did you find out where your baby went?"

"From Kerry. Don't ask how I got it out of her. What else you want to pry into?" she asked impatiently. Allie mentioning Kerry got me thinking.

"Allie? Dr. Reid as much as ordered me not to fuck anyone until Tuesday, and I have only fucked Program kids. But - Jimmy - and the others - they can't be After-Schoolers. They're too young. I really don't - "

"Relax, Jess. I've been breaking the rules for years, and most of the other kids would admit they do too, if they were as honest as me. Some kids need to have the illusion that they're really responsible little fuckers, so they give lip-service to the rules. Shit, I service anybody I want whenever I want. I'm no fucking hypocrite, and I don't want you to be one, either. Family pride, I guess," she chuckled. "Just wear your diaphragm and it'll be cool. Your lovers tonight are too damn young to have been exposed to diseases. I know I didn't give 'em anything."

"You - you've fucked them all?"

"Only Jimmy, and at nine he'll be the oldest. He hasn't been able to cum all that long. and I seriously doubt his 'homies' are old enough to, either. Hard-ons - sure, why not? Jimmy swears he's just bringing me virgin 'husbands' tonight - only we're switching brides on him, right Sis?"

"Mmmmm - right!" Jesus, was I ever getting hot, Ava! "Well, that leaves just two things to cover."

"What else?" she asked with some frustration.

"Get down here this second and eat my pussy. I'm watching the clock. Make it good! And after that, why don't you see if Freddy's ready for a taste of you!"

(And Ava - did she ever bring me off! Thank God I lost that bet! Aw, hell - I'd have bribed her to let me go to the Nelson's tonight. And Freddy? Let's just say he gave satisfaction).

* * *

Allison walked me to the Nelson's that evening.

"Okay - I'll introduce you to Mr. Nelson, and let him know that you're taking my place tonight," Allie said. "He'll be fine with it."

"Where's he going?" I asked.

"Well, he'll say he's just going to watch ESPN at a bar with some guys, but I happen to know he's usually at the Motel 6 with Mrs. Friedmann and Judy, or one of the other kids. Why, Jess - you look surprised?"

Surprised was putting it mildly. Mrs. Friedmann was the wife of a professor at the college, and Judy was their youngest daughter, my own age. Mrs. Friedmann was kind of a frumpy woman - maybe 40 or 45, gray kinky hair, prominent Jewish nose, and tits the size of Ararat.

"That's what I said. The good professor's wife has a wild side."

"But why bring Judy," I asked.

"Why do you think, dope? Mr. Nelson's into three-ways, and it's a fact he'll only fuck Rebecca if she brings Judy along."

"Are you sure?" I asked doubtfully.

"Ask him if you want," she taunted.

I knew I wouldn't do that. I mean, I'd never met him and didn't know anything about him at all.

As we started up the walkway to the Nelson's door, Allie stopped me.

"OK, some things you need to know. Jimmy's an aggressive little shit in some ways. Thinks he's God's gift and all that. He's not bad for a kid, but still ... He might get kind of pushy about a hand job, like not even waiting till his dad's shut the door before he drops trou. Put him off for a while. A little bit of blue balls is good for him."

"Allie - what if he wants a blowjob?"

"Ahh, that's up to you, Jess. I haven't done him yet, myself."

"But you've fucked him, right?"

"After a fashion, sure, but I want him to have a little mystery going with me. Another thing - he may be just nine, but he's got the length of a young stud. Not thick, but fairly long."

I had no idea yet what 'fairly long' meant. I mean, I'd been thoroughly fucked last night and had handled Jeremy's prick, but what was long? What was average?

She went on, "About five or six inches - which, in a boy, is damn decent. Maybe it's genes - " Her voice trailed off.

"Are you saying ... ?"

"Nah, only guessing. I'd love to find out, though. See if it's a myth or not?"

"WHAT's a myth?"

Allie just gave a little smile. "What they say about Black guys." She batted her eyes like a whorish Southern belle.

"You don't mean I didn't tell you Mr. Nelson's Black? Oh, I am SO sorry. Yes, Bob's an assistant football coach at the college."

"'Bob'? Are you SURE you haven't ... "

"Not yet, anyway," she laughed. "And don't you go beating me to him!" she said, half-jokingly.

"I won't promise anything," I said smugly. "Anyway, you said he only likes more than one at a time."

"I said that's what he prefers, not what he has to have. Seriously, Jess - be cool about him, OK? Don't get in too deep too soon."

"What?! You tell me that? You, who's set me up to jack-off a bunch of minors? When did you get so moral?" I would have said more, but I suddenly realized she was serious, and that she wanted to get close to this older guy.

"Oh, do whatever you want, I don't care," Allie muttered, and pushed the doorbell. We heard lots of noisy voices behind the door, and a deeper voice saying, "That's enough, you guys. Allison's not going to put up with all your shit."

The door opened and there, backlit by the living room lamps, was the whistle-toting hunk I'd seen this morning at the practice field. He flipped the porch light on and then I could see him better, and he saw there were two of us there.

"Allison? Thanks for coming. And who's your friend?" He gave me a broad, white smile.

"Mr. Nelson, this is my sister, Jessica. I hope you don't mind, but something came up and I can't sit for Jimmy and Becky tonight. Jess is a great sitter, though. Everything will be fine with her."

Mr. Nelson looked me over, head to toes. Still staring at me, he said to Allie, "Something came up, huh? Nothing too big for you to handle, though?" I know I blushed, even if Allie didn't.

"Never too big for me, Mr. Nelson."

"Well," he said, still riveted on my face, "I guess if Jimmy ain't too big, you'll be fine."

I was dying to know if all this talk was as sexually loaded at it sounded, but I obviously couldn't ask.

Mr. Nelson turned his head and yelled. "Jimmy? Get over here!" Turning back to be he said, "I hope you don't mind that Jimmy's having a sleepover tonight? I'll be paying you extra, of course. Jimmy!"

A good-looking kid with a big smile came to the door. He saw Allison and his grin got even bigger. Then he noticed me, and his eyes grew puzzled.

"Jimmy, this is Jessica, Allison's sister. She'll be watching you tonight. I want you to listen to her just like you would to Allie, you hear?"

In a tight voice, Jimmy said, "Yes, sir."

"Good. Oh, excuse me - phone's ringing - come on in, ladies." Mr. Nelson turned and went through a doorway to catch the call.

"Allison - why you do this to me?" Jimmy whined. "You know what I wanted? And my homies, too ... Shit!" It was almost funny, hearing and watching this nine-year-old trying to be a domineering stud with my sister - the 'ball-breaker'!

"It's okay, Jimmy, really. Jess knows."

"She does?"

"Yes. And it's fine with her."

"Shee-it - she don't look any older than me. You a woman - she just a kid." His pose would have been annoying in anyone other than a fourth grader. As it was, I found myself charmed, and more than ready to play along.

"It is, Jimmy. How many 'homies' you have here tonight?" I asked, almost demurely.

"Four. Me and Willy, we both in ... same grade. Then there's Jermaine, Willy's little brother. Third grade, but a big kid." I stifled a laugh again, watching Jimmy playing the boy-of-the-world. "And Jamal. He's my cousin. Plays football at the college. He be coming by later," he said proudly.

"Well, Jimmy," I said coyly, "if Jamal's at college, why do you need a 14-year-old white chick to babysit you? Seems he could handle it."

"I don't want no hand-job from a boy," this boy blurted out, and all three of us laughed.

Mr. Nelson heard our laughter as he walked up and said, "Glad you're all getting along. Jess, everything'll be fine. I left my pager number by the phone, if you need anything. I expect I'll just be at Moe's watching football ... "

"Could you leave that number, too," I asked, setting an innocent little trap.

"Well, but I might not be there, either. No, pager's best. Jess, I just put Becky in bed. She'll likely sleep the night. I expect to be back by 1:00 or so. I'll drive you home then. Okay?"

"Sounds great, Mr. Nelson," Allison said. "I've gotta run, Jess. Catch you later."

"Hey, girl - can I give you a ride somewhere? Won't be no trouble."

"Gee, thanks, Mr. Nelson. Sure!" Allie answered.

"Where to?" Bob murmured. Allie hesitated,

"Well, I was going to meet some kids over on Main, near the Motel 6," Allie said, all wide-eyed innocence. Bob peered at her, and a smile broke across his jet-black face.

"That right? Well, I have some business right around there myself. Works out well - for us both, wouldn't you say? Let me grab my jacket - be right back."

I whispered to Allie, "What's all that about?"

"Oh, well I just happened to hear that Judy Friedmann's got the flu and ... "

"Right," I blurted, "but what about Mrs. Friedmann?"

"The lady's the one who called ME and told me about Judy. Seems she's heard nothing but good things about my - good nature, and not wanting to miss one inch of Bob, begged me to take her Judy's place," she laughed.

"When did you arrange all this," I demanded.

"Yesterday, while my kid sister was being initiated into the world of sexual bliss."

I thought a moment and asked, "Hey - what would you have done if you hadn't won that bet with me? You bitch," I laughed admiringly. "You had it all planned, didn't you?"

"Don't flatter yourself, Jess. I could have found another substitute sitter, easy."

"Yeah, but one willing to play-act whore to a bunch of Black boys?"

"ESPECIALLY a bunch of Black boys." She laughed, then gestured me to be quiet.

Bob returned with his jacket and said, "You think you can handle it? I mean, a bunch of rowdy young bloods like these?"

They didn't seem especially rowdy to me. Jimmy was still standing, nervously shifting his feet behind his dad, while the other two boys, Willy and Jermaine, sat on the couch, looking a little nervous, like wallflowers at a grade school dance.

I took them both in, and actually was a little turned on by my assessment. Willy, the othernine-year-old, was big for his age it seemed to me; about two inches taller than Jimmy and more filled-out. He was a beautiful caramel color, with, crazily enough for such a little kid, a shaved head. He would catch my eye briefly, then look away sullenly, like I was a treat dangled before him that would only be taken away.

Jermaine - well, I couldn't quite figure out why he'd been invited to a children's jerk-orgy. I mean, isn't eight a bit young? Had his balls even dropped yet? He had to be clueless, I thought - my chief misconception of the evening, as it turned out. He met my eye and held it, smiled at me and (the nervy little boy) licked his lips and winked at me! But damn, was he cute! If Willy was caramel, Jermaine was Cadbury's semi-sweet chocolate, and I always did have a huge sweet tooth!

Jimmy, Willy and Jermaine - with Jamal yet to come. I thought about Bob's question: Could I handle these rowdies? Remember, I wasn't yet the whore I am today. I was learning fast, for sure, and loving the studies, but I didn't know much yet about the psychology of sluthood. I mean, I was sure I could give and get all the physical pleasure I wanted, but it was only slowly dawning on me that there's a mind-game side to sex that, if understood, only makes the ecstasy greater. I'd find out more about that before the night was over.

"Sure, Mr. Nelson. They'll be no problem. I'll check on Amy in a few minutes. Have fun at your - sports thing. Allie, see you at home later? OK, now," I said, turning to the boys, "time to get ready for bed!"

"Whaaat?! We gets to stay up till ten - you said so, Dad!" Jimmy was confused and mad.

"That's right, Jess, I said this was a special night for the boys," inserted Bob. "But that don't mean you guys can't get ready now, hear?" Bob and Allie said their goodnights and turned to leave. With muted grumbling, all three trooped off to get ready.

When I'd turned, Bob and Allie were already half-way down the walkway. I noticed Bob had his arm around Allie, in what he maybe hoped would be taken as a protective, fatherly gesture. When he dropped his big hand to her ass, it did kind of spoil the effect. Then they disappeared into his Camaro and were gone.

The boys were still off somewhere in the house and I decided to first check on Amy. I didn't know where her room was - no one had given me a tour of the layout, so I just started going room to room.

I passed one door, behind which I could hear the boys goofing around, and tried the next one. It was dark and empty - probably Bob's room. I went to the next closed door and opened it. A dim nightlight illuminated the room, and on a small bed I spotted a lump under some covers. I went to the bedside and sat down carefully, not wanting to wake the child. I was burning with curiosity to see my 'sister'.

I pulled the covers back gently and gasped: She was almost as Black as her dad! What the fuck!? No way - if she were Allie's and Dad's, she'd be White - almost pale white, as both were very fair complected. It hit me with depressing suddenness that Allie lied - or did she? Maybe she was just having another sick joke at my expense - or was Allie disturbed? And how would I ask her? SHOULD I even ask?

Lost in these awful ruminations, I heard a yell from nearby.

"Jess? We ready for you! Come out and play, bitch!"

It was Jimmy, still playing the Player for his friends. It pissed me off, that he was taking so much for granted. I'd have to show his Black ass up - but then I paused. No, it might be better to play games with him. I hadn't resolved yet just how far I was going to go with this whole scene with the Black boys, but I knew that I'd go with the flow - and that I would control the flow.

I slipped out of Amy's room and went looking for the kids. I found them sitting in the living room, all of them only in boxer shorts, Jimmy looking like the smug ring-leader, Willy still shy, with a throw pillow on his lap, and Jermaine still smirking his little stud's smile.

"Jimmy, not so loud! You could have woken Amy, you know, and I don't need that kind of grief," I protested.

"Oh? What kind of grief DO you need?" he asked, his hand on the bulge in his shorts.

"A screaming baby, that's what. Little boys I can handle," I challenged.

"Let's see if you can handle THIS," he smirked, juggled his bulge.

It was time to set some rules here.

"Jimmy - come with me. We need to - talk." I left a challenge in my voice. "Where can we go, hmmm?"

"My room - upstairs. Let's go, ho." I took him by the hand, and let him lead me to his room. Oh, I didn't mention I was wearing only a t-shirt and a short skirt, with no underwear. I'd ecided against Allie's offer of a teddie. Still, I was transparently slutty enough in my garb.

We went into his candlelit room and I shut the door behind us.

"OK, Jimmy. What the fuck's the deal here?" Jimmy was taken aback by my challenge, his player pose shaky now.

"Allie - your sister - said she'd - she'd FUCK me tonight."

"That's not what she told me, boy," I spat back.

"She did! And my homies, too!"

"Jimmy - cut the street shit with me, okay? I didn't agree to any of this, got it?"

"But - you gotta ... "

"I don't have to do SHIT, understand? Now, what did you tell Willy and Jermaine was going to happen? Tell me!"

He stammered, "That they'd get a fine time with a White chick. I didn't promise 'em nothin' specific."

"Good. So tell me - those two look up to you, right?"

"Yeah."

"And if nothing happens, you'll look real bad to 'em, right?"

He hung his head for an answer.

"I know you've had you dick in my sister - it's all right, I know. Just how experienced are you? Don't lie now, boy."

"She - your sister's my first."

"Jimmy - you like Allie?"

"Yeah - she real nice to me."

"You like me, too, Jimmy?" I hooked my thumbs in the waist of my skirt and tugged them down and inch or two.

"Oooo, sure - you plenty sweet, too," he gulped.

"Wanna see my pussy?" I cooed.

"Yeah!"

"In a minute, baby. First, tell me about Willy and Jermaine. They as big a man-of-the-world as you, hmmm?"

Jimmy was so hot he completely missed my irony. "Willy? Nah, he ain't done nothing. He just shy as shit. I invited him, just kind of a mercy, you know? Thinking Allie'd be good for the kid." This from a kid himself!

"And Jermaine?" I asked, lowering my waist band to within a cunt hair's width of my snatch.

"Keep goin'," he growled, reaching for my waist.

"Hands off, boy," I said, taking a step back. "Only when I say. Now, Jermaine - what's he got?" Jimmy stopped but kept his eyes on my crotch.

"Jermaine? Man, I don't know WHAT to believe 'bout him. Listen to him, you'd believe he's a real stud. Claims he got a seven-inch dick and he's used it plenty."

"You believe him?"

"Just ain't sure. Talks a good game - Allie?," he asked, sounding like a kid who knows he's not going to get that cookie. "What you doin'? Ain't you - "

"Don't worry, Jimmy," I said. "I'm not going to make you look bad. But here's the deal: I'm only going to be with one of you at a time - no gang shit, understand? And I'm not promising what I'll do with each of you - but you can brag about whatever you want, OK? For instance, I am NOT going to fuck you." The kid looked crushed. "But, short of fucking, I'm yours, baby - "

He looked so relieved, and horny as hell at the same time. I let him finish stripping me, then let him kiss me. Jimmy was a decent kisser - big, soft Black lips that just melted around mine. Damn, I was getting hot despite my warnings to him.

"Slow down, slow, Jimmy," I managed to gasp. "Let me see your dick - Honey, you're my first nigger stud and I want to see what a Black man's made of - Ooooh, nice, baby." And it was, too. Dark and fresh - no foreskin. I stroked him, making note of the veins and the lighter colored cock head, the slightly gaping slit with ooze already coming out. I just HAD to lick it off.

While I was examining him, he massaged my tits. My nipples grew hard, and I had to show him how to pinch and tweak them. When he got it right, I groaned, and gave his cock a wet kiss, while cupping his nuts and rubbing them. He was standing in front of me while I sat on the edge of the bed. Jimmy grabbed my head and started jerking me forward to take in more of his black prong, but I spit it out.

"No! We do this my way!"

Chastised, he let me go, and I resumed my ministrations to his cock. Damn, he was tasty! I lost my head then and took him deeper into my mouth - a mistake. I was still too green to read the signs, and suddenly my mouth was filling with his salty-sweet semen. It was over too fast - I was just getting warm, for Chrissakes! I don't know how much jizz he shot into my mouth, but I was swallowing frantically, not wanting to get his scum all over me - not this early anyway. When the last mouthful was down, I spoke roughly to him.

"Fuck, Jimmy! Don't you have any self-control? Shit! You're supposed to please me, too, not just yourself! Damn!"

Jimmy almost had tears in his eyes; I'd shamed him, I guess. I felt sorry for him then, and hugged him around the waist.

"Oh, don't worry, baby - you'll do better next time. You've got a sweet cock, Jimmy. Really."

'Really?' his eyes asked.

"Sure do. Now, go out to your friends and tell 'em I said so - Just don't say you fucked me, right? Don't say much of anything. I don't know what I'll with each of them, so don't give them any ideas, OK?"

"Sure - what you said."

Jimmy paused. "See you again? Later?" he implored.

"We'll see. Now get, and send in Willy."

He left, and I had a few minutes to ponder Life So Far, as I put it to myself. Here I was, fourteen years and a day. Two days ago I was a fresh kid, not bad looking - a little thin for my age; lower-case "a" tits. Perky little ass, blond. Having a hard time picturing me? I wasn't always 30 pounds overweight like now - thank God a lot of it went to my tits. "D" is such a better letter than "a", except maybe on a quiz. And I'm really better with auburn hair, at least for now.

Whatever. Like I was saying, from a petite virgin to a gangbanged, dog-fucking slut in just over a day - not bad, not bad at all. And now my first Black dick! Oh, I really wanted to fuck Jimmy, but held off 'cause I wanted to take advantage of this sweet situation to find out more about cock.

A light knock on the door broke into my musings. "Come in, Willy," I cooed.

He shyly entered and stayed near the door.

"It's okay, honey, I won't bite - unless that's what you want, hmmm?"

I'd decided already that I'd take a motherly approach with Willy, try to draw him out of his shyness. Nobody much used the term 'low self-esteem' 15 years ago, but that's what Willy had a case of. Being a little big for his age must have left him feeling awkward, most especially around girls, I imagined. Well, I'd baby him into feeling better about himself.

"Come over to the bed, baby. Sit by mama - that's right." I'd put my t-shirt back on before he arrived, but I was still pussy-naked.

"Would you like to kiss me, hmmm?" His eyes said 'yes' but he made no move. It was really sweet, and I really did want to mother him - like my mom mothered Jeremy!

I cuddled by him and kissed his cheek.

"Now - that wasn't so bad, was it?" He shook his head. "Want another?" Again a head shake, and I startled the poor kid by planting a big wet full-of-tongue kiss on him. I'd closed my eyes, but I'd bet anything his flew open!

Willy quickly got into the kissing. I took his hand and pushed it under my shirt. He was catching on fast, as he massaged my tits and nipples. 'Damn', I thought, 'he must have done this before!' It turned out it wasn't shyness that was Willy's problem. I found that out when I reached into his shorts and clutch his prick. Oh honey - no nine-year-old should have such a cock! It had to be seven inches and thick! My God! (Willy told me later that he was embarrassed by it. He thought he was a freak! Oh, mamma - The world should be FULL of such freaks!)

"Baby, ohhhh, baby baby - what have you been hiding? You prick is gorgeous - and so are you!"

I wanted him to feel pride in more than his hugeness - guess I'm just an old social worker at heart!

"Willy - what do you want me to do for you . . just ask it, honey."

I'd have done anything - anything at all in that moment. I felt such a tenderness for Willy, and raging lust for his willie.

"Ummm - could you just - kind of keep rubbin' me?" he asked.

"COULD I? For you and him, sure - just lay back, babe."

It was sweet. I stroked him with one hand, then two, pausing every so often to kiss his smooth crown.

And then it was over fast, much too fast. He shot a big puddle onto his stomach and chest, and I couldn't resist streaking it with my fingers, like I was back in fourth grade with him, finger-painting. As a bonus, I licked him clean, taking care to nibble his nipples as I did so. Willy was still breathing heavily, and I whispered to him, "Willy? You ever need a babysitter at your place, just call me, hear?"

Willy smiled broadly, stood up, and started to leave the room.

"Willy? Better put your shorts back on. We don't want Jimmy and Jermaine to get all green and black with envy, now do we?"

Willy laughed, and just said, "I'll send Jermaine up." I knew I didn't have to tell this close-mouthed sweetheart not to tell too much about what we'd done.

Next Jermaine, the cocky little prick sauntered into the room. He didn't even look at me. Instead, he looked around like he was window shopping, or critiquing the furnishings. I knew this encounter would be a LOT different from the first two.

"Like what you've done with the room," he mused, then laughed in a high, tenor voice.

"I'm so glad you do, sir," I replied.

I decided right then that I'd fantasize with Jermaine, play the classic 'Black cock whore' to his pimp. I didn't know much about that stuff at the time, but later I could look back and see he was already imagining himself as a street heavy. I knew I'd stop it just short of full fucking, though. I mean, I was the woman here, right? Damn, I was fourteen, with six years on him. A little playtime, that's all. Or so I thought.

"That'll be $100 for a blowjob, $200 to fuck my White pussy, or $300 for both. What'll it be, baby?"

"Sheeit, girl. I don't pay for pussy! Ho's pays me!" I almost had to laugh out loud. He was really getting into the part! "Or, should I say, they pays my ho's and THEY pays me."

I couldn't stop the laughter then. "Oh, bullshit, boy - what do you think you - "

My words were stopped by a slap to my face!

"I'm too much man for your sorry White ass, that's what, cunt!" His fierce eyes engaged mine.

"Now, just a fucking minute, boy - "

"Lose that 'boy' shit right now, bitch! Understand?"

I had to take control of the situation, I knew that, or it could lead in directions I didn't want - or did I? What harm could come of it, if I played this out to the end? I STILL wasn't going to fuck him, but everything short of that? Could be fun, and Jermaine was showing real talent in the role. I timidly replied, "Yes, sir."

"That's better, bitch. I don't take shit from any ho. Just ask Tonya, or Shawaan, bitches'll tell ya!"

"Yes, sir."

"You wanna be one of my girls? Huh?"

I liked where this was going, this whore recruitment scene. Like I say, he was good, and I was enjoying it, too. And, I must admit, getting horny as shit after a so-so blow job and a frustratingly short hand job. Maybe let him lick my pussy?

"Yes - I'd love that - sir."

"Gotta see if you qualified, woman - Stand up - let me see you."

I was still naked from the time with Willy. Standing, I realized I was half a head taller than Jermaine, though we probably weighed about the same.

"Tits ain't much, but they's freaks who'll pay for that ... Open your mouth!" I thought he was going to count my teeth, like he was buying a horse or something. "Good cave ... How you at blow jobs, bitch?"

Ah, I thought, so this is what he wants tonight. Fair enough - I could use the practice.

"I give great head, sir."

"We'll see about that later," he mused.

Was I wrong? What did he want?

"Now your pussy. Lay down - spread that snatch, bitch - use your fingers - that's it."

I did as I was told, a little more confused, a little more frustrated, All the sexual tension had been building in me with the first two boys, and now here I was with a pimp-wannabe, being sized up like a hunk of meat - and damned if I didn't love it! I was still half treating it like a skit, the White slut ingénue to Jermaine's cock-master.

"Mmmmm - maybe just a taste," and he ran his tongue into my damp slit.

"Unnnnggghhhh," I moaned. Christ, he was GOOD! Of course, I'd only had Ashley to compare him to, last night when she tongue-cleaned my swampy vagina. His tongue flicked hard on my clit and I screamed with delight. Then he slithered a finger inside me and I melted into orgasm; a second finger pierced me, and my spray must have about drowned him. Yup - as Allie guessed, I was definitely a squirter. I felt his fingers digging deliciously into my pussy, rummaging around, keeping me in shrieking cums, over and over. I thought he was talking to me, but I couldn't understand a thing - I was too far gone to hear, thrashing my head side to side on the mattress.

Suddenly, my pussy was alone. It felt empty without him, and I furiously fingered myself to keep the high going. I felt the mattress sink a little as this eight-year-old play-pimp nestled himself between my legs.

Ava, I couldn't have stopped him - didn't WANT to stop him. Even looking back on all that happened after - nope, I had to get fucked! That's not all of it: I had to have HIM!

I had just a second of regret as his prick slid into my oily shaft that I hadn't taken time to study his prick. God, it felt great, though - good sized, but not uncomfortable. I mean, he was just eight, after all! Of course there was Willy with his black boy-log - but I forgot about him right away, as Jermaine launched into a rhythm that was too great for words. He jabbed slow, then fast; shallow, then deep; piercing me from different angles, hitting what I later learned was my g-spot. He had me screaming and cumming, but he never stopped driving deeply into me. Unlike my first two Black lovers, Jermaine knew how to get my steam up, but not cum too soon. I loved him for that!

After what had to have been 30 minutes of magical fucking, I was wearing out. My ass was scratched from the harshly textured cover on the bed; my pussy was sore, too, and I was drained of my lubricant, making my pussy raw.

I pushed his shoulders. "No more! God, stop now, I can't fuck anymore!"

"What's the matter, bitch? Wore out? Any ho of mine gots to go more than that. Shee-it. Well, I suppose I better breed you now. Throw your ass up at me a few more times - that's it," he grunted.

I couldn't believe it - he was still playing his part! Well, I figured I might as well see it through. The sweet boy deserved it, for all the thrills he'd given me. I clamped my legs around his waist and urged him on, getting into my part. 'Breed me'? If that was his fantasy, I was happy to take part. After all, I did have my diaphragm in, playing it safe, even though I wasn't positive I hadn't let this babysitting night get out of my control. Anyway, eight-year-olds can't cum anyway - can they? Shit - both Jimmy and Willy had spurted and they were only a year older - no, it's not possible -

Christ, those thoughts relaxed me, and the relief just put me more into the game.

"That's right, honey - fuck me, fuck me - fill my White cunt with your cum - shoot it deep baby, oh give me everything, I'm your slut, your filthy White whore - Ohhhh, FUCK! Cum in my pussy, baby - NOW!"

Jermaine's face above mine looked angry, twisted. His loins hammered mine and I knew I'd be bruised badly. He must have been pounding me 100 strokes a minute, mercilessly, frantically. His eyes got wide and he froze into my depths.

OH MY GOD! The 'little boy' COULD cum! Fuck!! I could tell he was filling me to overflowing with his semen, his Black seed. I swear I could feel the reverberations of his sperm shots, and, exhausted and fucked-out, I could only groan, and take his weight fully on top of me, his magic Black dick still embedded in my vagina.

After many minutes I grew uncomfortable and rolled him over - taking care not to dismount, wanting the connection to continue, go on forever.

I was nuts with lust, Ava. I'd just had the fuck of my short life, one I'd use as the benchmark for a long time to come. And how could I NOT have half fallen for this Black man-child, this sly actor, this wonderful lover.

Jermaine smiled and said, "I do believe you be a good addition to my stable, girl." I laughed and hugged him close, and squeezed his planted pole with my pussy muscles. "Don't do that," he said, "unless you ready to go again."

"Oh, you sweet boy - not yet. Let me cum down a little," I laughed.

"What did I tell you about that 'boy' shit, bitch!" he snarled.

"Oh, I'm sorry, baby. I just got into the role so far, I didn't - "

"WHAT fuckin' role. I'm serious as death, cunt!"

Damn - he was!

"But Jermaine - all that crap about your 'ho's' - Tonya was it?"

"Yeah - and Shawaan. Tonya my sister. She just six. Only good for givin' blowjobs out behind the video store. Savin' her cherry for a big spender some day."

"Riiight," I drawled. "And what's Shawaan's specialty?"

"Mom'll do any shit I tell's her. Lots of bucks in lily-white old Grinnel for an octoroon submissive."

"You're great, Jermaine!. What a fucking imagination!"

He laughed then, and so did I. Finally, the game was over.

"You had me going again, Jermaine. Hery, c'mon - ready to 'breed your White whore' again?"

"Whatcha think?" He jabbed me with his still hard, still impaled Black baby-maker.

"Oh," he said. "You oughta put this someplace safe and clean. You be needin' it when you work your ass for me," and he held up my diaphragm! I was shocked speechless, too stunned to stop his now insistent up-thrusts into my unprotected womb. "Told you you're my breeding bitch ... "

God help me, Ava, but at that insane moment, my womb wide open and throbbing, that's exactly what I craved - even the strong risk was not too high a price to pay for another fuck like the one he'd just thrown me.

"Ugnnhhh - bitch! You fertile now? You want my Black pickaninny bastard, don't you? DON'T YOU!?"

"Yesssss! Yesss, oh fuck, YESSSS! Give me your Black bastard baby! Knock me up, PLEEEEASE!" and after only a dozen or so intense strokes of his prick, a jet of seed flew to my cervix, Black sperm seeking White egg, and my orgasm put me over into a blackout.

(Ava: Mom - did - were you - ?

Jess: No, honey - not that night. Not for a while. See, I was terrified - not of being pregnant, but of the power a goddamn EIGHT-year-old was having over me. I vowed that if I wasn't pregnant after that first night, I'd have to avoid Jermaine for a long, long time, or - God, I'd give in to him again and again until he DID breed me, and I wanted at least a little time to get farther into my whorishness without a pregnancy slowing me down. Because I knew that even if I wasn't destined to be one of Dr. Reid's breeders, I'd never give away a baby - especially his.

Ava: And did you stop - seeing Jermaine?

Jess: For a while I did. And he didn't come looking for me. Christ, Ava - he was a boy - and the most irresistible man I've ever known. No, he waited, knowing I'd be back. And we got together, over and over. It took a lot of tears and love-making - we'd gone way beyond just fucking, WAY beyond.

Honey, I have only two regrets about my love affair with my boy. That when he died, Brad was too young to remember him ... and that you weren't born yet!)

Jermaine dad was in many ways a cold-hearted little bastard. He never once said he loved me, although he knew I'd have done anything to hear those words. And I did do anything he asked; but that was later. I did stick to my vow to not see him after that night at Jimmy's, at least for as long as I could stand it.

But that night, after he'd fucked me a third time, we did talk awhile. He let me know he still wanted to pimp for me, but I hesitated. I know I said I'd have done anything for him, but I wasn't ready to be a common pay-for-play whore - at least not yet. I was romantic enough to still put a high value on love, and I couldn't, in my heart, accept that the love of my life would sell me to other men. I turned him down flat.

"You be back," he said smugly.

"Don't be so sure," I said, knowing I couldn't possibly stay away forever.

"It don't worry me. Take your time. I'll find you when you ready. You can't go long without this," he laughed, giving me a sharp jab with his insatiable cock, now (did I forget to mention?) lodged in my ass. He was right.

"But hey, girl - you gots some of them wild oats to sow, don't ya? I don't WANT a bitch who don't give herself to me wholesale. So, Jess, I be seeing you."

He popped his cock out of my butt, stood up, and smiled down at me, curled on the bed in a puddle of our mutual cum. I'd never felt so alone before. "Only thing is," he frowned, "you can hand your cunt out as much as you want, but the womb's mine, understand?"

"What do you mean?" I asked, pretty sure I knew the answer.

"Fuck your White whore's brains out, don't matter to me. But, if you ain't sproutin' my Black child in you yet, you going to be someday." He picked up the diaphragm he'd pulled from me before the first fuck. "You be wearing this ALL the time. It only comes out for Jermaine, got it? When you ready, you come crawlin', and when you do, I want to see this in your hand, not your pussy. Right now, get this fucker back in you. Keep my cum bottled up. And keep other fuckers' shit OUT of my womb!"

I didn't have to think long. "Yes, baby. Whatever you say."

He startled me then with his tenderness.

"Uh uh, not what I say. You has to want it deep in your heart and soul, baby. Only when you ready to surrender. I don't want your sorry White ass till then."

Ava, we'd been together in the candlelit room maybe a half an hour, and I wasn't at all the same girl who'd entered it. Something had been added, nothing taken away. I ill intended to experience everything a slut could - yet here I was - in love! I would give my cunt, mouth and ass to anybody and everybody - yet my soul and womb were his alone. I'd become as filthy a tramp as Grinnel had ever seen, but I would love this boy the rest of my days, and bear his children.

There was a whining at the bedroom door.

"Damn it, Jermaine - you had enough time with her! Me 'n Willy wants our seconds! You comin' outta there?"

God, I'd forgotten all about the other kids. But I wanted only to be with my man-child.

"Send him away," I whispered to Jermaine.

"Be right out, man," Jermaine called to the door. "Bitch be yours! Give me a minute."

"Don't - don't go yet, please?" I begged.

"Gots to. Hey - you kept me longer than I meant to be."

Did that mean - ? Shit, Ava, I was like a love-struck kid, listening and hoping for any signs of affection.

"Jess - Jimmy 'n Willy are my men. They really just kids. You be doing them a mercy by showin' 'em a fine time, hear me?"

"But, baby - "

"You love me, right?" he smirked.

"Yes - yes, I love you, Jermaine."

"Then do what I say. You three get it on - keeps that rubber of yours in though, hear me? Your womb is MINE."

"Oh, don't go yet - we have - so much we should talk about, like - "

"We said it all. Simple rules: You go be a whore until you ready to be my bitch. When you ready to breed, come see me." And then he left.

I bought his rules completely. He knew me better than it seemed I knew myself. I'd be back. But right now, I knew I wanted to be just what he'd ordered me to be - a total round-heels.

The door to the bedroom opened again. I'd expected to see a black, back-lit shadow, but not three of them! The forms moved into the room and surrounded the bed. Three? Was Jermaine going to join in what was shaping up to be my first Black gangbang? But one of the three shapes was huge, and I found myself hoping it was Bob Nelson, back from his tryst with Allie and Mrs. Friedmann!

"Jess? This 's my cousin, Jamal."

Jamal stepped forward, bowed and shook my hand.

"Very pleased to make your acquaintance, Jessica."

I was mesmerized by his eyes, his smile, and by his gentlemanly manner. Despite my sexual exertions of the night, I felt a flutter in my abdomen as I thought - as I fucking well KNEW - that Jamal would be fucking me tonight. Yes, he'd be FUCKing me, pure, dirty and simply. Jermaine was my only lover.

"Pleased to meet you, too." Damn. I almost said "sir". An easy mistake: Though I'd be fucked by lots of guys in the last two days, none of them were MEN, like this hunk in front of me.

"Jimmy? Why don't you and your friend Willy leave me and Jessica alone for a bit, to get to know each other better?"

"Aww, Jamal," Jimmy whined, but at a sharp glace from Jamal, he and Willy sadly dragged themselves away.

When Jamal turned back to me, I noticed he was wearing a sweat outfit. "Grinnel Football" was stenciled on the front.

He saw me looking at his chest and laughed, "Here - let me take this off. Give you a better look," and he pulled the thick cotton garment over his head. He had a beautiful build. I'd have guessed he was a running back or wide receiver, not bulky like a tackle; built, like they say, for speed.

"May I?" he asked, a long black finger lightly tracing the contours of my pussy lips. By way of answer, I spread my legs wide until my lips opened slightly for him. "Hmmm - I'd say you've been having fun before I got here," he laughed. "Did you take on all three of them?"

I couldn't speak with the tremoring in my cunt, but shook my head 'no'.

He laughed, a deep joyful sound, and slipped at finger into my snatch. "Jessica, you're pretty new to this, aren't you?"

As he examined my vaginal cavern, I again shook my head 'yes'.

"I can tell. What are you? Fifteen? Sixteen?"

"Unghhhh - four- fourteen, sir."

"Oooie, fourteen! And I'm no 'sir', Miss Jessica. Just plain old 'Jamal'. Tell me, Jessica - are you freelance or are you one of those Program girls?"

"How - what do you know about that?"

"Shit, girl, you don't think you kids have a secret society, do you? Hell, the football team's been on to the Program for years. You ought to see our video collection sometime. Damn near professional, lots of it. Titles, credits, all that shit."

He paused and smiled slyly. "Your mama's name Beatrice? Or just plain 'Bea'?"

"How - how did you - oh, no - you don't mean - ?"

"Your mama could have been a star - maybe not Hollywood, but out in the Valley anyways. Yes, the guys made one of THE great films with your mama."

"Wait - nobody had video equipment worth anything back then," I protested.

Jamal laughed. "Jess, this film is hot off the camera, no more than two weeks ago. Girl," he said more seriously, "Bea's got a lot of pride in you. Thinks you're something special. Strongly recommended you, in fact."

"For what?"

"Why you think I'm here? Think I normally hang with little boys? Shit - I'm here as a talent scout - a recruiter, just like uncle Bob recruited me for old Fightin' Grinnel," he laughed.

"After your mama fucked me and my boys, she wanted more, you see? And, as good a piece of ass as she is, we got coy. Said only if she could make it interesting for us. That woman's pussy was so on fire she'd have done anything. That's when she mentioned you. Said you were still cherry, but after your birthday, you'd be prime stuff for us.

"Some of my boys wanted to rush the date and bang your cherry loose, but most of us took a little mercy and told her, sure - we could wait. Even so, with young stuff like you, somebody needs to check it out. Your mama could have been lying, saying anything for another reaming.

"So - here's ace scout Jamal, checking on your mama's veracity. And," he said, pushing his black finger deeper into my sodden pussy, "I'm a little troubled. For YOU, Jess."

"Why? Why for me?"

"Just don't think your pussy's ready for pulling Black train."

He slipped his finger out and shook his head. Ava, what a confusion he'd put me in! Here I was, freshly fallen in love with an eight-year-old, burning to bear his child some day; cunt soaked with his seed - and then to hear, almost matter-of-factly, that my mom had virtually promised me to a pack of Black college studs; and most of all, to be feeling the empty agony in my pussy.

And wait - what was that shit about not being ready!

"Try me, Jamal. Come on, baby - I want it," I mewled.

"What you want, girl?"

"Your big Black cock, that's what - fuck me, Jamal, just fuck your little whore, that's right, that's what I want, your beautiful big prick, gimme - " and I reached out and clasped the bulge in his sweat pants, and - oh, SHIT! I thought, in the dimness, that I had grabbed his ARM! I couldn't clench my fist around the shaft! My hand pulled away, like I'd stuck it into a fire!

Jamal laughed, stood up, and skinned his sweatpants off.

"Surprised, child?" he laughed, clutching his prick at the base, and still a good six or seven inches of fuck-pole were showing. "You've just been fucking boys, Jess. Got a little cocky, I'll bet. Like you could take on anything."

I thought of Jermaine, and how even his seven inches had stretched and impressed me. But Jermaine was at least four inches shorter than Jamal, and a hell of a lot smaller in girth. As I took these mental measurements, I got scared, thinking of trying to take it in - and scared that I WOULDN'T try!

"You don't have to, Jess," he assured me, stroking my hair.

You must be kidding! I thought. How could I NOT try?

"Oh, YES I do," I murmured. I flopped on to my back and held my legs wide open. "Fuck me, please?"

"Happy to oblige," he said, and got between my thighs.

"I'm gonna take it easy, Jess. There's good pain AND bad pain." I felt a log nudging at my pussy lips. "Just gonna get the head in at first - relax."

He moved forward and a wrenching pain, worse than Jeremy ripping my hymen, racked my lower half.

"Shit NO! You're ripping me, STOP!"

"Easy, easy - I'll hold still till you relax a little - Hell of a lot easier than giving birth - just think about that, easy now, hold your breath - " and he pushed another inch of his mighty Black club into my screaming cunt.

I must have passed out for a moment, and it was a mercy I did, because when I could make sense of where I was again, I heard Jamal's seductive voice saying, "Good girl - that's three inches - "

THREE INCHES!? It felt like his LEG was inside me - but the worst of the pain was gone now, like I'd moved beyond agony, and the most sinful rut was on me. I started squirming under him, trying to maneuver more of his marvelous prick inside me.

"More - MORE, Jamal - gotta - " and more of his black mamba moved up into me.

"Four inches - you're doing great, baby. Now let's consolidate what we got." Up to now, all of his motions had been forward, INTO me, planting his root. But then he started the in-and-out motion, very slowly, in, out, in, out - and I moved to meet him. I could hear the squishing sound of my sodden pussy, like it was trying to chew his cock, and salivating all around it.

Shit, Ava, in truth I wasn't thinking one bit, except to know I was being mauled by a monster, and loving it. The only thing missing was MORE! But not for long.

"Six inches, baby - nice tight pussy - "

He bent down and kissed me, and I opened my mouth to him, and felt is tongue fucking my mouth in the same rhythm as his cock in my cunt.

It sounds so simple to say 'I came'. There's no words for the screaming madness I felt, the earthquake of a release, and Jamal used those lost moments to bury himself to the curlies in my raw vagina.

Jesus, Ava - I thought I was going to pass away from pain and pleasure, but with his deepest thrust, he saw something in my face, I guess, and immediately pulled out of me. The momentum of my cum kept rolling over me, and I've got to say that my relief at being empty was greater just then than the disappointment.

I felt a splash of something hot and sticky hit my little tits, and my chin. I was too much like a rag doll just then to avoid it - or to scoop it up and eat it! I was little more than a puddle myself! Minutes passed. How many, I can't say.

"Jessica? Hey, Jess?"

"Hmmmm?"

I scooped up some of his juicy seed from my chest and brought it to my lips and face, smearing it all over, then licked my fingers clean.

"You passed, baby. Ready to sign a contract?" That was about the funniest thing I thought I'd ever heard.

"Sure am," I laughed. "Who drafted me?"

He laughed, too. "The Grinnel Starting Niggers, and Black Cock Whore Studios - a football and film contract, baby."

"When's training camp?"

"How 'bout next Friday night? Just you, me and seven or eight of the biggest, nastiest Black dicks a White whore ever dreamed of."

"I'll sign!" I laughed. "And my screen test?"

"Two sluts with one stone - same time, same place," he smiled.

"Seriously, Jess - it's still up to you. Me and my men don't force anybody to do anything. You come, it's your choice. You don't, nothing'll happen. Okay with that?"

"MORE than okay. thank you, Jamal. You made that beautiful for me. Oh, what a fucking night it's been, God!"

"Girl, I don't think you're just talking about you and me here. What's been happening?"

Ava, I told him everything. I just trusted him, from the first. Maybe it was the gentle yet aggressive way he fucked me, then let me know I wasn't a slave. I ended up telling him about the Initiation - even Buster - but mostly about the intense situation with Jermaine. Hearing that, Jamal touched my shoulder, looking concerned.

"Jess, you be careful with that one."

"I know. I will. But why are you saying that?"

"'Cause I know him. Just can't figure him. Looks like a little kid, but has the smarts of a grown man. Dick of one, too, I hear." I assured him that was true. "But he's a user, Jess. I don't mean drugs. He uses women. Shit, I hear he pimps his little sister. It's a fact he pimps his mama. She don't bring it in like she used to. Smokes up all the profit, and has this nasty strain of clap, too." He brooded a minute. "Jess, he hasn't asked you - or has he?"

"Jamal, thanks for your, well, for wanting to warn me. No, I turned him down for whoring."

"Good. You're a sensible girl."

"WOMAN, Jamal, a woman. But God help me, Jamal - I love him!" I paused and looked down at my battered pubes. "And I've promised to bear his children."

"Awww, shit, Jess! Think about it. It ain't love - the little nigger's just got you bewitched."

"That he does," I said dreamily.

"I meant it. Word is that Jermaine's playing with evil forces."

"You mean voodoo?" I laughed.

"Don't talk about shit you ain't into! The Devil, Jess. Sold his immortal soul for a man-sized dick and power over pussy."

"I don't believe you. Superstitious bullshit!" Still ... where DID he get that cock? And he sure did have power. Damn, in half an hour he had me swearing to carry his bastard children!

"Jess - you don't know 'bout this shit. Believe me. Look, promise at least you won't go near Jermaine for a while - at least until your screen test, okay? Maybe we can show you what real Black magic is. What do you say?"

It was easy to agree. After all, I'd already vowed to stay away from him as long as I could, to get my head around this mysterious connection of ours, and shit - to have just the kind of experiences that Jamal was offering me with the football team.

"Good for you, baby. Look, I gotta run - wish I didn't". He kissed me sweetly.

"Why?" I didn't want him to go. For one thing, his dick would have to leave with him.

"Don't be getting jealous, girl, but I got another tryout scheduled - with Uncle Bob. Just called me on my cell 'fore I got her. Said he had a fine piece of White tail to evaluate. You understand, right?"

I howled with laughter. "I sure do! Do me a real favor, Jamal - brag me up to the 'new girl'. Tell her what a fine piece I am. And be sure to tell her my name!"

"Some kind of joke, Jess?"

"Just a little. Do it for me?"

"Sure will. And YOU are, too."

"Am what?"

"A fine piece of White tail. 'Night, Jess. Till Friday. Eight o'clock. Black Student Union."

"I'll be there, diaphragmed and raring to go!"

"Good girl. Bye."

The door hadn't shut for a minute before Jimmy and Willy stormed in again.

"Hey - it 'bout our turn yet?" Jimmy said petulantly.

"Sure is, honey, and I'm aching to fuck!"

"Yessss! Willy, get on out - "

"NO," I said. "You don't get it. Both of you. Now. Together."

"I - no, man, I don't wag my dick in front of no man - uh uh - ," protested Jimmy.

"How about you, Willy?" I asked the sweet boy sweetly.

"No problem."

"Well, Jimmy, seems we do have a problem. I'll only fuck you together, that's final."

I had an inspired idea. I wasn't, in fact, looking forward to balling either of them - not after the thrill of Jamal's tree trunk up my cooze. Nope, I was after another first. Yesss -

First I got Willy onto his back and mounted him facing his feet, cowgirl style.

(Ava: But, Mom, you'd already fucked more than one boy at a time. What was so new about this?

Jess: All I'll say is this: Imagine two pricks pumping you at the same time.

Ava: So?

Jess: And BOTH of them in your pussy!?

Ava: Ahhhh -

Jess: Ahhh-men!)

I didn't have any idea where I'd got the notion of stuffing my cunt with two cocks. Looking back, I think I was beyond thought at all: I just was centered in my nasty pussy's needs. I'd forgotten all about my resolve to stop with hand jobs for the boys, much less only being with one at a time. I was just on fire, the experience of more or less promising my soul to Jermaine, followed by the delicious recruitment by Jamal and agreeing to be gang fucked by the Black players - there was no depth I'd not sink to from now on, that's for sure.

Anyway, with Willy under my back, firmly stuck in my cunt, I felt empty enough (after the wonderful Jamal) that I ordered Jimmy to get his cock in me, and quick. The poor kid was in the first major conflict of his life. He wanted to fuck me something fierce, but the idea of having his dick rubbing another male's just tore him up - but I wasn't having any of it. I just needed more. I literally grabbed Jimmy by the balls and pulled his sorry ass towards me, until he lost his balance and fell on top of me. Willy let out a grunt, but didn't miss a thrust. I grabbed Jimmy's dick and put it where it belonged, and kissed the poor little kid so hard that his eyes actually crossed.

"That's it - fuck me HARDER - both of you - fuck your White whore - I'm your cheap little White bitch, ain't I Jimmy? Willy? Make your slut SCREAM!"

They did their best, and the novelty of the scene more than made up for their clumsiness. I yelled for them to cum in my slut pussy - thank God I'd put the diaphragm back in while I still had my head on me -

No, wait, I forgo to mention - it was Jermaine that made me put it in, yes, to hold in his sperm ... oh SHIT! If I was fertile right now, it would be all wrong ... I mean, I'd taken dozens of loads in my unprotected womb in the last 24 hours - if I WAS knocked up, I wouldn't be sure for nine months if it was Jermaine's child, he being the only Black sperm that swam in my uterus.

But all those thoughts came later. Right now, I was loving the reaming my two boys were giving me, screaming utter filth, cumming so hard now that I almost didn't hear the phone ringing on the extension on Jimmy's nightstand, by the phone.

"Oh, SHIT!," Jimmy moaned. "FUCK! I gotta - I gotta answer it - might be Dad - checking up - "

Poor boy didn't know whether to shit or go blind, but he just had to have my pussy! He managed to pick up the phone, and drop it, and pick it up again.

"H-hello?" The phone was close enough that I could hear a deep voice on the line, but couldn't make out what it was saying.

"Uh - yeah, we all right - unghhhh - No, nothin' - just bumped my foot - oh, Christ! - nothin', REALLY - yeah - oooooh - yeah, she here - hold on - " Jimmy held the phone to me, trembling in his hand. "Dad want you - " he whispered. "Just don't bust us!"

Trying to get my own breathing under control, I took the receiver.

"Hello, Mr. Nelson. How's your, your evening going?"

"Just fine, Jess, just fine - Boys treatin' you well?"

"Ooooh, yes! They're obeying me great!"

"Amy still asleep?"

"Last I looked - she - was - grrrrrrrr!"

"You all right girl? What's goin' on there?" he asked gruffly.

God help me, I couldn't think my way through the orgasm that was building and building. I just blurted out, "Oh, FUCK ME!!! -"

"Would if I were there, baby. Maybe - "

"ARRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHH! I'm fucking CUMMMMMING!!" If my orgasm had been a brush fire, the simultaneous cumming of my boys was like gasoline splashed on it.

"HEY! Jessica - you fucking somebody? Better tell me, girl - what the fuck's going on?" Bob actually sounded more curious than pissed.

I was starting to ride my cum down now and, panting heavily, said, "Mr. Nelson - I won't lie to you. I've got - Willy's dick in me - a-and Jimmy's, too."

"They force you, girl? If they did I'm gonna come home right now and whip their sorry asses, I swear I'll - "

"No, it's okay, Mr. Nelson. It's all my fault. I was just - I as much as begged them to fuck me, honest."

"That straight? You wanted to?"

"Yess, oh yessss, and - I want MORE!"

There was a pause.

"Jermaine still there?"

"No," and the disappointment must have been obvious. "No, he had to - take care of something."

"Hmmmm - probably seein' if his mama was fucked up or just fucked over." Another pause. "He fuck you too, Jess?"

"God, yes!"

"Jess - listen to me - you keep away from that boy. He ain't NO good to anybody. Hear me?"

I told him I heard him, over and over, not wanting yet another warning about this Devil-possessed Black boy, my lover.

"Good. Jamal make it?" he asked, a little too casually.

"He came late and couldn't stay but a few minutes."

"Long enough though?" Bob was on to me, that's for sure.

"Yes - VERY long enough - excuse me a second, Mr. Nelson - Willy's getting crushed here - "

"I'm fine," Willy wheezed. "Don't - make me pull out - Wanna cum again - " Well, and so did I, as a matter of fact!

Shamelessly, I said in the mouthpiece, "Mr. Nelson? Is it okay if I hang up now? Willy wants to keep fucking and I've been on top so long the poor kids flattened out - "

Mr. Nelson laughed. "And what's my boy doin' - just watching?"

"No - not at all. He's still in my cunt, too - "

"You don't mean you DP'd 'em? Oooooie - Jess, you some piece of talent. Damn, I hope I can recover before I gets home - unless?" his voice trailed off.

"Your son's a sweetie, Mr. Nelson."

"Call me 'Bob', baby."

"Bob - and so's Willy, but - sorry, guys - I wouldn't mind a little Black man-meat about now."

"Baby - you're ON - if, like I say, your sister's left a drop in this nigger's nuts. No offense, girl, but - "

I laughed. "None taken, no sirree Bob. I'm just starting to appreciate her myself - Unghhhh!! - Bob? Willy's having his way with me again and - mmmrrrrfffffffff!"

"What? What you say?"

I spit Jimmy's hardening cock out of my mouth. I didn't mention that the sound of Bob's voice on the phone gave the kid a quick soft-off, which had begun hardening again as he realized from my conversation with his dad that he wasn't up shit creek. The impetuous boy seemed anxious for me to help finishing the hardening process and set me up for an involuntary blow job. Well, involuntary only because I like to finish my sentences.

"Sorry, Bob - Jimmy had to have something to do with his dick and, seeing me flapping my gums with you, well - "

"Say no more," and his deep laugh rumbled again. "Go back to your fun. I'll be there in fifteen minutes - gotta see a lady home to the faculty ghetto. All right if I drop your sister off first?"

"Wait - no - bring her with you. I've got a little something to prove to her. And Bob? If you've got a friend or two to bring along, well - " I let him imagine the rest of the sentence. No, I don't ALWAYS finish them on my own!

"Maybe - just wait and see - Let me talk to Jimmy a second. And YOU I'll be seein' soon, right?"

"Not soon enough - Bob. Hurry." I purred and handed the phone to Jimmy.

I couldn't hear what they were saying, but was actually a bit distracted. Willy took it into his head to try something new. He hunched his hips up, then pushed my ass up and held me balanced, suspended above his hips.

"Willy? You're not thinking what I'm thinking - You ARE! Let me guide you, honey."

I grasped his black pole and pointed it straight up, then bent my knees, lowering my ass towards his prick. I was a little tense, but on further feeling, knew he was greasy enough with all the cum I had trapped in my cooze to be cool.

I kept lowering until I felt his hard cock pop open my asshole, which stretched, then tightened as, I guessed, it closed around his crown. Ava, there are times when sodomy is not only the greatest - it's the ONLY thing. Sure, I'd been butt fucked thoroughly yesterday at the Initiation, but it was all part of an overwhelming, confused set of pokings and pummelings. NOW I wanted to enjoy the ass pounding all by itself. With Willy pushing up and me down, I soon was able to look between my legs and see he was still only in up to the cap, and no amount of pushing got him any further. I was still too new to being a trash whore to know that this position just is too fucking difficult for a proper ass fuck.

Frustrated and losing the fine edge of my horniness, I just plain stood up and told Willy, "Fuck it - I quit." Poor boy was beside himself, but too gentlemanly to object.

Just about then, Jimmy was saying, "No - no way, Dad - we won't - Promise! See ya." He hung up.

"Was he mad?" Willy asked softly.

"Naw - well, sorta, maybe."

"What'd he say?"

Jimmy looked at me with wet sheep eyes. "He said we couldn't touch you again - at least not till he got home. That he'd know if we did and whip our asses."

"You think he would?"

"I KNOW he would," Jimmy said. "Shit, better get dressed and wait. Watch some TV, something ... "

"Jimmy? Did Bob say anything about ME not touching YOU?" I asked sweetly.

"What? Well, no - he didn't. What you thinkin', girl?" the little rooster asked.

"I was thinking that I'd spank your Black asses," I said with anger they thought was real, "for picking up the fucking phone before I'd cum!"

Their shock passed and they howled like crazy coons, thinking the game was back on. I put a stop to THAT one.

"NO! Not unless your dad tells me to fuck you. When he gets here, I'm going to be his White slave bitch. I'll obey his every wish, but unless he wishes for me to fuck his baby boy again, keep your dick put away. You too, Willy. Sorry, hon.

"Now excuse me while I go 'freshen up' for your dad."

Shit, I know I said I never needlessly fuck anybody over, Ava, but even now I don't think I was fucking with Jimmy and Willy. Hell, I'd given them both the first great fucks of their lives, but now it was time for a MAN for your mama. They weren't old enough to even think about being masters, even over a fourteen-year-old White tramp. A good lesson for them.

I spent the next ten minutes taking a quick shower, taking care to milk my love tunnel and wipe what excess cum from my pussy opening as I could. I wanted to be at least semi-fresh for Bob, and whatever else he'd bring. I gave my cunt a quick look over, and wasn't pleased with what I saw. I had very fine, downy hair back then, not enough to be any kind of anti-friction pillow for pounding cocks, and I was pretty chafed and red, from clit to bung hole.

I looked in the Nelson's medicine cabinet, hoping to find some lotion, but all there was was a half-jar of Vaseline. Sighing, I dipped two fingers and smoothing the cooling grease all over my saddle area, taking special pains and pleasure rubbing my clit.

It was funny, Ava - talk about being naïve - I didn't make myself cum, as badly as I wanted to, because I had this crazy idea that all women and men had "X" number of cums in them to last a life time, and I didn't want to use 'em up too fast! Good thing I was wrong, 'cause I'd have exhausted 'em LONG ago, with the life I've lived!

I decided to stay naked and wait for Bob to get there. I actually kind of hoped he'd bring Allie. I wanted her to see the competition, I suppose. Damned if I knew then what 'sibling rivalry' was, but I had a case of it, for sure.

I went back to Jimmy's room, thinking to tease then a little. I could see them through the open door, sitting on the edge of the bed, both of them with their dicks in hand. So they hadn't gone to watch TV as they'd said after all. But wait - there was a flickering light. I snuck a look in and saw they were glued to a screen - funny, I hadn't noticed a TV in the room - but then again, I WAS fairly distracted during my last stretch in there.

I walked boldly into the room, and the boys stopped in mid-stroke. I posed sexily for them.

"Whatcha watching, hmmmm? Better than this?" I teased, cupping a tit and massaging my pussy for them. Jimmy get beating his meat, though Willy stopped mid-stroke.

"Yeah, bitch - it is!" Jimmy spat.

"Watch your fucking mouth, boy, or - " I started.

"Look for yourself," Jimmy growled.

Ava - it was a copy of my Initiation tape! Fuck, I knew Kerry had seen it, but how did it get around so quickly!? And how many people had seen it?! Why the fuck did I ever let them film me!? Shit, my reputation - What was I thinking?

But then I had to laugh out loud, knowing that that WAS just the reputation I wanted!

"What you laughin' at?" Jimmy asked.

"You, Jimmy! Both of you, jerking off to a sex vid. Really, now - wouldn't you rather beat it while watching the live ME? Watch me rub my pussy for you? Wouldn't you?"

Damn straight, they would, and they knew it.

"Yeah - shit, yeah," and both increased their pounding speed.

"Wait!" I yelled. "I'll pose for you, I'll masturbate right along with you - but on one condition."

"What?" Jimmy challenged, his face twisted from his dick hammering.

"That you and Willy beat each other off."

"No fuckin' way!" Jimmy screamed. "Forget that homo shit, bitch."

"How about you, Willy? You scared of being a homo, little boy?"

A little smile broke out on my sweetie's face.

"You meant that? About babysitting me sometime?"

"Sure did, baby. ANYtime your folks ask. Just don't make it a slumber party, with your little homophobe friends."

Willy just nodded and stood up. He moved in front of Jimmy, who seemed to get even smaller in comparison to Willy than he actually was.

"Here - stroke my joint - no bullshit, Jimmy. You ain't gonna ruin my love-life - are you? He said with more menace than a nine-year-old should even know about. "Jerk me off - boy!"

Ah, what a sight, Ava. Jimmy did get into it, and jerked off Willy slick as hell. Willy returned the favor, and I gave them all the visual encouragement they needed. Actually, they got into farther than my sick mind could have imagined. Wow.

(Ava: What did they do - I mean, how far ...?

Jess: I'll just say this. Three words: They both swallowed.)