


The Girls

by Pan



Genre: Mind Control
Status: Completed
Published: 2012-04-24
Updated: 2012-07-17
Packaged: 2018-06-04 22:44:35
Rating: Much Sex
Chapters: 14
Words: 24,037
Publisher: storiesonline.net
Story URL: http://storiesonline.net/s/70915
Author URL: http://storiesonline.net/a/Pan
Summary: An ancient mind-controller subtly alters a number of schoolgirls to be sluts, each with their own specific fetish...each girl talks herself into performing depraved acts as if they're perfectly logical, whether it's sex with family members, sucking off a dog, or posting naked photos of themselves all over the school...





TABLE OF CONTENTS


Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14




    Chapter 1


Gemma left the counsellor's office, with a note excusing her for being late to class. A wiser student might have realised that in this note there was an excuse to dilly-dally, that under its protection, lateness would have no negative ramifications.

Gemma, however, didn't realise any of this.

It wasn't that Gemma was stupid, exactly. She just liked to focus her attention elsewhere - on hair, clothes, boys. Particularly boys. Gemma didn't consider herself to be gorgeous, regardless of what the rest of the world seemed to think.

Her rather nice face was always buried in makeup, her lovely long legs were more often than not covered with stockings. She alternated between thinking that her breasts were too large and too small, and either way, she thought that they were oddly shaped, and covered them up with thick sweaters, and restrictive bras.

But even Gemma was aware that she had a truly great arse.

It was this thought that had suddenly struck her, as she scurried towards her classroom. She had happened to glance through a window, and notice a female student bending over to pick up a pen.

Without realising, Gemma's pace slowed, and eventually stopped, as she stood, staring at the bottom which presented itself to her. Her head cocked to the side, and she started to rate various elements of the arse.

"Yes," she thought, "it's pert. Definitely pert. Good size, too, maybe a bit hefty. Is mine pert? Oh dear, I hope that I'm smaller than that one. My arse is really all that I've got going for me."

Gemma twisted her head around, and tried to check herself out. She was wearing a plaid miniskirt, with thick black leggings. She loved miniskirts, but was too embarrassed to show her legs in public.

It was impossible to see anything from this angle. The girl's toilets were only a few metres away, and they were sure to have a mirror - Gemma gave one last, lingering look at the behind of the girl in the classroom, and nipped into the toilets.

They were unoccupied, and she tried to position herself so that she could see her own arse in the tiny mirror that hung over the sink. It was tricky, but at last, if she stood on the toilet seat and craned her neck around, she had a pretty good angle.

"Nice," she mentally commentated. "Although it's a bit hard to see, under all those layers."

Gemma blinked twice, as a thought occurred to her. She liked to take a while letting ideas settle into her head, make sure that she was covering all the angles, not rushing into anything. She admired her arse for a few minutes longer, milling the idea over in her head, then she came to a decision.

It was the girl's toilet, no one was likely to come in without knocking. If she took her knickers and her leggings off, and flipped her skirt up, she'd have an unfettered view. She'd be able to see her arse quite clearly, without having to wait the 6 or 7 hours until she had the opportunity to check herself out at home.

Slowly, Gemma peeled her leggings off, surprised by how much she was enjoying watch her legs come into view. Her legs, she realised, weren't as bad as she'd always thought. She felt like she was seeing them impassionately for the first time; objectively, instead of with the subjective viewpoint she normally held.

Her black leggings lay on the bathroom floor, as she turned from side to side, admiring her panty-clad buttocks from one angle, and then another. Her arse was definitely nicer than the one she'd seen through the window; it was equally pert, but slightly smaller, with lovely curves, and a real teardrop shape. It looked fairly symmetrical, though it was hard to tell from this angle, and her panties weren't helping.

Gemma got down from the toilet seat, and opened the door to the toilets, just a fraction. It looked like the coast was clear; she closed the door once more, and removed her panties as well. She was surprised to discover that they were slightly damp; she tried to remember if anything had gotten her excited that day, but nothing sprung to mind.

Mentally admonishing herself for her unshaved pussy ("I must remember to take care of that tonight", she thought) Gemma got into position on the toilet seat once more. Oh, yes. That was one lovely arse. She turned this way and that, transfixed once more. One of her hands went down and started stroking it. If she focussed on the mirror, she could almost pretend that it was someone else touching her.

The school bell snapped her out of her trance; she had completely lost track of the time. She brought her hand up from her pussy, where it had been gently playing, and looked at her watch - 10:30!? She'd left the counsellor's office at 9:45, how had she ... oh, of course.

Gemma glanced up at the mirror once more, and if it wasn't for the risk of someone entering the girl's toilets and seeing her, she probably would have stared at her arse for a while longer. It was just such a nice bottom, how was she supposed to resist?

Pulling her panties back on, Gemma stared at her leggings for a while, before deciding not to wear them back out. Without them, she was sure to attract more attention to her legs, and that would lead naturally to attention on her behind. She found herself breathing quite heavily at the thought - boys staring at her arse, maybe giving it a little slap as she walked by. Maybe if she stood at the table and made sure to stick it out just so, someone would come behind, her, and start to...

Without even realising it, Gemma had started to play with her pussy once more. Her hand was toying, pulling on her pubic hair, getting herself moist, as she imagined the boys staring at her arse, slapping it gently, playing with it. She imagined that she was in the school cafeteria, perhaps she was bending over a table to reach a tray. Her short skirt rode up, and everyone in the room was staring at it, wishing it was theirs.

Jeremy, a boy that she'd had a crush on for a few months now, came up and did what everyone else was thinking of doing. He flipped her skirt up, slapped her on the arse, and lowered her panties...

Suddenly aware of what she was doing, of where she was, Gemma shook her head, pulled her panties back up, and got down from the toilet stool. Such thoughts would certainly only lead to trouble. She gave herself one last parting glance in the mirror. Sure, she might not have much else going for her, she thought, but surely this arse of hers more than made up for it.

    Chapter 2


Gemma's next class was Dance. A few minutes after the lesson started, Hailey arrived, claiming a visit with the counsellor as an excuse. Hailey had trouble concentrating on what Ms Hullins reply. She stared into space, her eyes inadvertantly focussed on her dance teacher's melons. Breasts, Hailey corrected herself.

Hailey sat down with her fellow dance students, as Ms Hullins began to prattle on about dance theory, or something. She quickly lost interest, and soon found herself staring at her teacher's mel ... breasts, once more. Hailey didn't understand why she was suddenly obsessed with breasts. She glanced down at her own, and quickly started mentally comparing herself to the other girls in the room.

There was Tania ... she had a fairly nice rack, though of course they weren't as big as Hailey's. Still, they weren't bad. To Hailey's surprise, Tania's eyes were where Hailey's had been a few seconds ago, staring engrossed at their teacher's rack. Hailey moved on to her next friend, Freia. Freia's breasts were quite small, but then Freia was thin and wirey, and larger breasts would have looked out of place on her. Not, of course, that it would have bothered the guys. In fact, the contrast of the large breasts on the smaller body would have looked better even than large breasts on a larger build. Hailey spent quite a while imagining that, until Freia caught her glance, and sent her a puzzled look. Hailey shot back a "Nothing, nothing" look, and Freia seemed to be satisfied with that. Next to her sat Gemma, sitting on her hands, sitting in the perfect position for Hailey to see right down her top. Yes, Gemma had quite a nice pair, but really, they couldn't compare to Hailey's.

Hailey looked down at her own breasts. A C cup, she was quite well endowed. Not the biggest rack in the school, but definitely one of the nicest. No sag, no cellulite, nothing wrong that she could see. In fact, Hailey reasoned, she could probably quite safely go without a bra. Her nipples, completely erect (as they were at the moment) might give her away, but that could happen anyway, depending on which bra she was wearing.

"And so if you'd like to all go and get changed, I can take you through the routine." Ms Hullins said, snapping Hailey out of her trance. Hailey blinked twice. She had almost managed to hypnotise herself with her own tits. What was happening? Oh, right. Getting changed. Hailey hurried down to the change rooms, a step or two behind the rest. Before she left, she could have sworn she caught Ms Hullins staring at her boobs.

Down at the changing room, there was a sort of electricity in the air. Hailey could feel it the second she took her bra off in the middle of the room.

"Uh, Hailey, what are you doing?" asked Laura. "We're only getting changed into our leotards, there's no need to take anything else off."

"Yeah, I know," she replied, "It's just so good to swing free once in a while. Besides, does it offend you?"

"Not exactly..." Laura replied. "It's just a little weird."

"Lay off her!" cried one of the less popular girls in the room. "It's not her fault she has nice tits, is it?"

"Yeah! I don't mind if you take your bra off, Hailey." another girl chimed in. "Your boobs are really nice."

"Gee, thanks Cass." Hailey replied, smiling. "That's really appreciated."

Nothing more was said about Hailey's breasts, though all eyes were on them while she got changed. It was like there was a spark in the air, and it made Hailey tingle all over. To show that she wasn't at all embarrassed about her breasts, she didn't put a bra on before returning to dance. Laura looked at her strangely, but didn't comment. The girls walked back to class, Hailey's boobs bouncing freely.

Hailey started to regret her choice not to wear a bra while doing the warmup; jumping jacks were quite unpleasant without a bra, but the knowledge that everyone was watching her terrific titties were enough to justify the discomfort. After warmup, the moves got a lot slower, giving her aching mounds a rest. After about half an hour, they got the chance to get into pairs, and work out their own moves. Ignoring Gemma and Laura, Hailey went straight for Cass, the girl who had complimented her assets in the dressing room.

"So, uh, what do you think we should do, Hailey?" Cass asked. Hailey was used to guys looking at her breasts when she talked, and it normally bugged her. For some reason though, she found Cass's inability to look away from her breasts cute. It was even kind of sexy...

"Well, a shimmy is always a good way to start, don't you think?" Hailey asked, demonstrating. Without a bra, her breasts jiggled for quite a while after she stopped.

"Uh, yeah, okay..." replied Cass, transfixed. Hailey noticed that her hand had gone up to her own breast, and was gently cupping and fondling it.

"You know, you can do that to mine if you want to." Hailey said impulsively. She looked around; they were in a corner, no one would notice. Hailey had this sudden urge to be touched, and even if they had been up on school assembly with Principal Cook she probably still would have gone for it.

Fortunately, Cass didn't need to be convinced any further. She slowly brought her hands up until they were resting on Hailey's pillows, and the wave of pleasure that waved over her was unbelievable. Both girls were in ecstacy, and they lost track of the time. The fondling, groping, pulling, tweaking, cupping ... it was amazing, and both girls had trouble refraining from touching themselves or each other in a lower, more personal area. The next thing they knew, Ms Hullins was standing over them.

"Well girls, this should be a most interesting dance to watch." she said, with a grin on her face. Hailey was surprised to note that Hullins wasn't annoyed, but not as surprised as she was to notice the teachers erect nipples.

"Uh, yes Ms Hullins." Cass replied, looking downwards. Hailey however, kept eye contact, something which her teacher seemed to be finding a challenge.

The two performed a very basic dance, however the entire time, every person in the room had their eyes on Hailey's tits. They received more applause for their dance than any other pair in the class, a new experience for both of them.

As they went to leave, Hailey was pulled aside by Ms Hullins.

"Hailey, fun though it may be to hang loose ... wear a bra next time, okay?"

Hailey was about to apologise, when she noticed her teacher subconsciously licking her lips. She looked around; all the other girls had gone.

"Well Miss, if that's what you want," Hailey replied, and when she got no answer, she slowly leaned forward, until her tits were touching those of the teacher. "If that's what you REALLY want." Cheekily, she tweaked the teacher's nipples, and skipped off to get changed. Halfway down the path, she glanced back. Her teacher hadn't moved, and was staring into space, slowly massaging her own breast. Hailey chuckled, and got changed, ready for the next class.

    Chapter 3


Mona arrived to her Legal Studies class a few minutes late, after her meeting with the new (or had he been there for years?) counsellor. She sat in her regular seat, and in less than twenty seconds, she was bored. Bored bored bored.

Mona couldn't imagine a class more boring than Legal Studies, unless it were Maths ... or Health ... or English ... or any of her subjects, really. She couldn't stand being this bored, all day every day. She had once tried to smuggle a walkman in, but the teacher had caught her out pretty quickly. Magazines, books, letters from friends ... they all got consficated. Mona had to invent little games to keep herself from slowly going mad. Today, Mona was spending her time trying to remember as many old, old jokes as she could.

"Why did the boy throw his clock out the window? He wanted to see time fly."

Mona wished that she could see time fly. She was so sick of being in this boring, stuffy little classroom, with her teacher Mr Williams droning on and on and on...

"Hey, you're pretty. Pretty UGLY."- She could remember that one being used on her in primary school.

Mona was a reasonably pretty girl. She was dressed in a short skirt, nicely showing off her legs and a long top, to counter the skirt. Too much flesh, and she was a slut, but as she was, she managed to show off her legs without appearing trashy. That was the advantage of being a lower ranking in the popular group ... if one of the more popular girls had tried to wear a short skirt, she probably would have been told-off by one of the others. Mona, however, could get away with it, as they already looked down on her. There was a lot of freedom in being unpopular, but she would have traded it all in an instant for the popularity.

"Why did the poor man put holes in his son's pants for Christmas? So he'd have something to play with all year long."

Mona almost laughed out loud at that one; as it was, she had trouble disguising it as a cough. Strange, though she had dredged the joke up from her own memory, she didn't remember ever hearing it before. Still, it was amusing enough to pass the time.

Mona, unlike her best friend Katrina, was a completely untouched girl. She'd had a few boyfriends, and she'd even made out once or twice, but she'd never gone near a cock, and the space between her legs was forbidden territory. She wondered exactly how the male genetalia worked. The joke suggested that a single hole in a pocket would be sufficient for the boy to be able to play with himself, however all of the gestures that Mona had caught over the years suggested that one needed to wrap their fist around it...

Mona stopped thinking about boys jerking off, and tried to recall another joke.

"How many Grammar boys does it take to screw in a lightbulb? None. It's easier to jerk off in the dark."

Mona again had to stop herself from laughing out loud, but it came out as a slight snigger. Fortunately, no one was paying attention to her, and apart from Tania next to her (who seemed to be staring at the teacher, fascinated) no one was paying attention to Mr Williams either.

"A builder needed a hammer, so he mimed to his assistant "hammering". His assistant immediately pulled out his dick and started jerking off. "What the hell was that all about?" asked the builder. The assistant replied "I said, I'm coming."

Mona wondered what was wrong with her, she couldn't stop thinking about masturbation. It was odd that most guys masturbated, but very few girls did. She personally had never tried it ... perhaps it was time she did.

The more she thought about it, the more the idea of seeing what masturbation was like seemed like a good idea. It would be like a new game to pass the time; to see if she could bring herself to orgasm without anyone noticing.

Mona looked around. Everyone was busy with their own devices, with the exception of Tania, who was still staring at Mr Williams as he tried to teach the class. Mona figured that now was as good a time as ever, and she slowly brought a hand up to her pussy. Her panties were soaked, and she pushed them aside, and felt around for a while. It was all fairly average, and Mona couldn't see the big deal. Sure, it was nice, but nothing to go crazy ab-UHHH.

The entire class was looking at her. Fortunately, no one could see under the desk (except Tania, who was otherwise occupied) so it appeared that she had just moaned for absolutely no reason.

"Uh ... sorry about that." Mona said, blushing. "I think something bit me."

"Well are you okay?" asked Mr Williams, impatient to get on with the incredibly dull lesson he had prepared. "Then let's get on with it," he replied to Mona's nod.

Mona waited a few minutes until everyone had forgotten about her sudden outburst, then slowly slipped her hand back into her panties. She had to find out what it was that had caused that amazing reaction in her earlier ... she felt around for a bit, until she found a small nub towards the top of her opening. She rubbed that, and the sharp shock of pleasure hit her again. She managed (barely) to conceal it this time, but found herself unable to stop. Her fingers were nice and wet, and the feeling of rubbing herself in the middle of class was amazing. It was so ... wrong.

At one point, she caught Mr Williams' eyes on her, but even then she wasn't able to stop rubbing herself. It just felt soo good, and she found herself wondering how many other people did it. Her arm was moving quite obviously at this point, but no one else was looking around the room, except for Mr Williams. She bet that Mr Williams masturbated. He probably did it every night. Well, at his age, perhaps not every night. Maybe a few times a year. But perhaps tonight, he would be inspired, and he would masturbate while thinking about her masturbate...

At this, she stuck her other hand down her skirt as well. While she rubbed her clit with her left hand, her right was slowly slipping a finger in and out of her well-lubricated hole.

To her surprise, no one had noticed. She was sitting there in the middle of class, both hands moving in her panties, she was sweating, groaning, biting her lip, and staring blatantly at her teacher. She started to moan slightly, as she inserted another finger into her pussy, slowly sliding it in and out.

She accidentally bumped the boy sitting next to her, as she started to slightly thrash about. She was getting so close to orgasm, and it just felt so good that she couldn't sit still any more. The boy next to her did a double take, looking at her in surprise, and quickly worked out what she was doing. Mona realised that a single word from this boy could not only get her in more trouble than she could imagine, but completely destroy her, socially.

She kept going.

Mona made eye contact with the boy - Paul, she thought his name was - and shyly grinned at him. To her surprise, he grinned back. Mona wondered briefly if he realised how much social power he had over her at the moment, but this thought left as soon as she saw the bulge in his pants. This caused a fresh wave of fluids to soak through her panties, and she continued to masturbate.

Paul had noticed the longing look that Mona had given his member. He wondered if he could maybe hook up with her after school. The more he thought about it, the harder his erect penis got. He glanced around the room, and was delighted to find that everyone else was too pre-occupied to notice - he was the only person in a room full of 30 who had noticed the teenage girl's excited masturbation.

He had never even dreamed that he would catch a girl masturbating in class, but there it was in front of him. It was the hottest sight he had ever seen. He wondered if he could get away with it too. As soon as the thought crossed his mind, he found himself unzipping his jeans.

Mona watched, getting hotter and hotter, as Paul pulled out his cock. She had never seen one before, and was amazed at how red and large it was. She had been playing with herself for 10 minutes now, and wondered how long it took to orgasm. Not that she minded at all, of course; the journey was, in her mind, good enough in itself. Paul wrapped one hand around his cock, and started to pump. Mona was tempted to rip her top off and start playing with her nipples, but it was a miracle that no one had noticed her thus far; she didn't want to push it any further.

She decided to give her clitoris a rest, and put her right hand up her shirt. With her left index finger still slipping in and out of her wet pussy, she started tweaking her nipples through her bra with her right hand, moaning softly with each tweak, alternating breasts. Paul was having the time of his life just watching her.

The more she thought about the class full of people who were possibly watching her, and the one cute guy who was definitely watching her, she more aroused she got. She thought about it more and more, and got hotter and hotter, but she still couldn't cum. It was as though there was a glass wall stopping her from cumming; she could see it, taste it, smell it, but couldn't quite reach it.

Paul was more aroused than he'd ever been in his young life. One of the hottest girls in the school seemed to be completely transfixed with his cock. More than that, it was causing her to emit tiny, almost inaudible squeaks. Within less than a minute of pulling his Johnson out, he was cumming, squirting his sticky seed all over the underside of the desk.

Mona watched, fascinated and highly aroused as Paul came. As soon as she saw him cum, the glass wall smashed, and she found herself cumming as well.

At that moment, Mr Williams knocked a pile of books off his desk. The entire class, with the exception of Mona and Paul, were temporarily distracted. Despite this, and exciting though the prospect was, Mona knew that a screaming orgasm in the middle of class would be social suicide, not to mention possible expulsion or detention as well. So her first ever orgasm was as restrained as she could make it. She bit her lip, hard, and while she couldn't stop the shudders that overcame her, she managed to avoid making any noise.

Her first orgasm took a good thirty seconds, and it was wonderful. Looking over, she saw that Paul seemed to think so as well - he had a huge grin on his face, as he tucked his penis back into his pants.

Mona was fairly sure that Paul wouldn't say anything. He'd be in as much trouble as her, and if word got around, she could quite simply deny it. No one else had seen anything, no one else knew that there was anything to see.

After a few minutes, she broke eye contact with Paul, and they both went back to pretending to listen to Mr Williams. Within less than a minute more, Mona was bored again. What's more, she realised, she was going to be this bored for the rest of the day.

Unless...

She mentally checked her timetable. Next up was Maths, and she was reasonably sure she could get a secluded seat up the back...

Mona was unable to stop herself from grinning. Boredom in class looked like it was going to be a thing of the past. If she could find a buddy like Paul each lesson for the rest of the day, she was sure that they'd be able to amuse themselves ... and each other.

The bell for lunch rang, and Mona rushed out, not even stopping to talk to Paul. She went straight for the far stall in the ladies toilets.

20 minutes later, she emerged, looking a little flushed. If you'd looked closely, you would have noticed that she was no longer wearing a bra, but only if you'd looked behind the toilet she'd just emerged from would you have known that she was no longer wearing any panties.

    Chapter 4


Kerin arrived at lunch a few minutes late - her meeting with the new guidance counsellor had taken longer than expected. She looked around for one of her friends. Everyone seemed to be engaged in conversation already. Mona seemed to be missing, as was Alex. Kerin had noticed Alex leaving the guidance counsellor as she exited, so that certainly couldn't be where she was.

No, wait. Alexandra wasn't missing - she was just with the large group of boys who sat nearby. She seemed to be the centre of attention; the Asian girl was sitting in the middle of the group, laughing loudly at their jokes, and every now and again she would reach over and touch one of them on the leg. Kerin shook her head disapprovingly. A good little Christian girl, she didn't believe in getting close to boys until she was married, and she would NEVER act like that. Kerin watched as Alex blinked twice provocatively at one of the boys; he looked as surprised as Kerin felt. Alex was normally quite a shy girl.

Kerin considered herself to be the moral voice of the group. She would lecture any of the girls if they wore clothes which she considered to be too trampy, and while she enjoyed gossip as much as the rest of them, she would pretend not to be interested when they started to talk about who had slept with who. She was also the mediator; if two of the girls had a fight, more often than not it was Kerin who brought them back together.

Kerin's last boyfriend and her had broken up when Kerin had refused to go "all the way." Kerin knew that lust was a sin, and so she would only make out until she started to feel a stirring in her loins, at which point she would break it off, and insist that she was driven home. Natasha was the other Christian in the group, however Kerin knew for a fact that she had gone to "third base" with a boy, actually putting her mouth on his ... thing.

Kerin shuddered at the thought.

Katrina's bag was open, and Kerin spotted some red nail polish. It was more gaudy than anything she'd normally wear, but it called to her for some reason. Katrina was deep in conversation with Gemma, and Kerin was sure that she wouldn't mind...

Kerin sat alone, and started to put the red nail polish on. She thought about the last Youth Group meeting she'd been to. They'd had one of those negro ministers in, who had ranted about the dangers of sin, and the perils of hell. It had been very interesting, though of course the entire group had pretended to be scandalised by the enthusiasm that the man showed. Religion was meant to be much more sedate and peaceful, not passionate.

He had spoken at great lengths about hell, and it was this subject that she thought about now. Hell was, of course, the center of all sins. Sins such as lust. Kerin had only felt the faintest flickerings of lust before, but she had been assured that it was a horrible, disgusting thing, which seperated you from God.

So Hell, as the place most seperated from God, must be full of lust. Full of naked, writhing bodies, people sweating, rubbing up against each other, groping, touching, licking, fucking ... why, hell must be like one non-stop orgy. Everyone always, constantly horny, constantly getting it off with each other, with other sinners, with demons, with Satan himself...

Kerin shook her head, and blinked twice. That certainly wasn't the kind of thoughts that a good little Christian girl such as herself was meant to have. Of course, it was Biblical, so it couldn't be too bad. She was fairly sure that the Bible told everyone of faith that they had to focus on Hell for a few minutes each day. To scare yourself out of sin, that kind of thing.

Sex was almost a sin in itself, so Heaven almost certainly wouldn't be a place where people could freely fornicate. No, all the sex in the afterlife would have to be going on in hell. There were so many sinful ways to have sex, they were probably having sex all the time just to fit it in. Anal sex, homo-sexual sex, incestual sex, bestiality ... Kerin could imagine herself in hell, simultaneously being pleasured anally by a dog, fellating her father, while her mother licked her out...

Kerin realised that she was no longer painting her nails, she was simply sitting there, breathing heavily, her face flushed, her..."nether-regions" all hot and bothered.

No, this couldn't be right. Perhaps it wasn't hell she was supposed to think about - that would surely only lead one down the wrong path. It must be sin; as a good Christian, she was supposed to reflect on sin, and how bad it was.

Stealing, that was a sin. Yes, Kerin thought, as she continued to apply Katrina's nail-polish to her nails, she was the kind of girl who would never steal. That was simply wrong.

Using the Lord's name in vain. That was the kind of action that certainly wasn't allowed. Kerin was very careful to use swearwords like "Gosh" and "Well now", to maintain her sinless soul.

Kerin looked around for inspiration, and saw Dominic, a cute boy who went to her church. Having sex with Dominic, that would surely be a sin. Pre-marital sex, lust, using a condom ... they were all major, major sins.

Yes, having sex with Dominic, that would be incredibly naughty. Kerin tried to imagine how such a situation would occur. Perhaps they'd both be sitting in church, listening intently to the priest. Kerin's eyes and mind would wander, and she'd notice that Dominic had an erection. Perhaps he'd notice her noticing it, and he'd gesture for her to follow him.

The two of them would creep out, and sneak out the back. Without saying a word, Dominic would drop his trousers, and she would see his ... erect member, pointing straight at her. She would lower her underpants. Since she was wearing a dress, she wouldn't have to strip any more, but if she was sinning anyway, she might as well completely remove her dress, and her bra.

She would be standing there, completely nude, in front of Dominic, watching the effect that her heaving breasts, her sweaty, flushed body would have on his manhood. He would be unable to control himself, he'd grab her, and kiss her passionately, his hand upon her womanhood.

She'd spin around, and he would plunge straight into her. Kerin had no idea how it would feel, but she was sure that it would be deliciously sinful, naughty beyond belief ... copulating in a church, that would be a sin above all else.

He would continue to thrust into her, and perhaps the sound they were making, the grunts, the pants of pleasure, the little squeals that she would be sure to emit, perhaps this would cause the congregation to wonder what was happening. The minister would open the thin partition that separated the back room from the main pulpit, and suddenly their sinful, wicked actions would be apparent to the entire church. Her parents, all of her fellow Christians would see what a naughty, sinful, wicked girl she was.

But perhaps Dominic would have his eyes shut, and he wouldn't know that they were being watched. He would continue to ram into her, and despite herself, she would start to orgasm, cumming in front of everyone who held her to such high standards, everyone would see what a slut, what a harlot, what a Jezebel whore she was...

Kerin realised that once again, she'd stopped painting her nails. She opened her eyes, and looked down at her red nails. To her surprise, they, along with the rest of her hand, were fondling her breast, while her other hand was gently rubbing her nether-regions. Masturbation, that was certainly a sin. She looked around but it seemed that fortuitously, no one had noticed her actions. She was in a relatively secluded part of the school yard, and everyone else was busy - the girls with their conversations, and all the nearby guys with Alex, who was continuing to be extremely friendly.

Kerin's lips tightened once more. That Alex, now she was a tramp. She was there, actively flirting with several boys. Kerin was a good girl, she knew that she'd never do anything like that. Just like she'd never steal, just like she'd never use the Lord's name in vain.

Going back to painting her nails, Kerin was quite happy with herself. She was a good girl, and as long as she continued her daily prayer, meditation, and sin visualisation, she was sure that she'd remain a good girl for years to come. Kerin looked up, and noticed Dominic passing by again. He gave her a friendly wave, and in return, she winked, and licked her lips.

    Chapter 5


Walking home, Laura sighed. With the exception of Hailey's antics that morning, she hadn't even noticed the odd actions of the girls around her. She couldn't stop thinking about two things; boys, and money. Unlike most girls of her age thinking about the same things, however, Laura had more serious issues to worry about. Her mother had been divorced for just over ten years now, and Laura hadn't even seen her dad in three. He used to pay child support regularly, however since July of last year, the payments had dropped off entirely. Her mum was working double shifts, but it wasn't enough. Laura needed to get a job of her own, which brought her to her second trouble. Boys.

Laura knew that it was an honour to be part of the elitest group in school, and she fully appreciated it. She also knew, however, what kind of an upkeep it was. New clothes and new shoes (which, if she got a job, she'd again be able to afford) and time, time, time. Laura had been without a boyfriend now for a few months, which was really the upper upper limit for the group. Rinnny was the only other one who hadn't had a boyfriend for that long, but Rinnny had never had a boyfriend, and somehow that was okay with the rest of the group. Laura, however, had been getting funny glances for a while now, and if she didn't get a boyfriend soon, then her social status might disappear completely.

The trouble was, the kind of boyfriend required to remain in with the group was the kind who would expect her to be available every Friday and Saturday night, and a number of weeknights as well. The hours which would be expected of her if she got a job. What's more, none of the other girls in the group had a job, and while Laura was sure she'd get away with it, she certainly wouldn't get away with a job AND being single.

So Laura's mind was definitely elsewhere as she walked home. She was soon snapped out of her reverie, however, by the catcall of a construction worker. Between Laura's house and the school, a new mall was being built (much to the delight of Laura's group) and as such, Laura had to endure the lewd cries of the workers.

"Shake it baby, shake it!" yelled the sole construction worker. Normally there were five or six there, but today he appeared to be alone.

"You couldn't afford it!" Laura yelled back. She was generally considered the queen of comebacks in the group, however she slightly quickened her pace. She didn't want to use up her limited mental energy on this uncouth man.

"Oh no!? I've got twenty bucks right here, toots. If you ever want a real man, come in here!"

Laura stopped. She had been shopping with Megan on the weekend, and had been unable to buy the pair of shoes she wanted, because she was short exactly twenty dollars. Laura slowly turned, as did the wheels in her head. The construction worker was surprised, but quickly grinned, and continued to wave twenty dollars at him.

"How ... how do I come in there?" Laura asked, a slight quiver in her voice. She didn't even think to check if anyone was watching (fortunately for her, no one was.)

"You don't cum in here, baby, I do!" the man yelled. Clearly he thought they were still merely exchanging retorts, and hadn't noticed the change in tone.

Laura set down her school bag (it was mostly empty anyway) and considered the metal fence in front of her. As a young girl, her and her brother had climbed harder, but that was many years ago, and she was out of practice (and wearing high heels.)

The construction worker watched, amused, as the school girl he'd been calling out to climbed the fence. He briefly wondered if she was going to try to fight him, but he was fairly sure he could defend himself against the slip of a girl. As she landed safely on his side of the fence, he tried to work out what she was up to. The idea that she was actually taking him up on his offer didn't even cross his mind, until the next thing that she said removed all doubt.

"Twenty bucks for a blow job."

"I ... uh, what?"

"If you give me twenty bucks, I'll give you a blowjob."

Laura looked at the worker in front of her. His name badge said his name was Jack. No, no, she thought, names were a bad idea. Keep it professional and impersonal.

"Are you serious, girly? Is this one of them police tricks?"

"Twenty bucks. Blow job. Can I make it any simpler?"

Jack thought about this. He didn't know how much a typical whore charged for a blowjob, but the girl standing in front of him seemed to be hotter than your standard whore, and certainly didn't look like she was carrying any kind of disease. He decided to try to push his luck.

"Twenty bucks if you're nude while you do it."

Laura considered this. She had never been a great negotiator, but she decided to give it a go.

"Twenty-five and you've got a deal."

Jack's eyes lit up. Not only was he going to get an unexpected blowjob, but he was going to get to see the hot school-girl who he passed every day completely starkers, and all for less than an hour's pay. Heck, he was technically getting paid now, so when it came down to it, this blowjob could be considered "free". He was certainly glad that he had come in to work today, and not gone with the rest of the crew to pick up some cement and lumber.

Laura eyed off the guy in front of her. He was slightly overweight, appeared to be about 30, but he wasn't bad-looking. Laura had certainly sucked off worse, back when she was still climbing the social ladder. She went behind a nearby post, and started to undress. Within a few minutes, she was in the buff, and came back out to the construction worker.

Jack's eyes bulged when he saw the 17 year-old beauty returning. She was about 5 foot 3, and slightly pudgy, but that didn't stop her from being smoking hot. She had puppy fat in all the right places, pushing her breasts over the edge from a C-cup to a D-cup, and causing her to have a larger arse than most. Her legs were quite muscular as a result of dance, and she had light blonde pussy hair.

It wasn't bikini season, and Laura hadn't had a boyfriend in months, so her pussy hair wasn't shaved or even trimmed, but she could tell that Jack didn't mind. He just stared at her for a few seconds, before almost ripping off his pants.

"So," he said, still slightly in awe, "How do you want to do this?"

Laura tried to remember how hookers acted in movies, but could only remember Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman, and after a brief attempt to imitate her smile, decided not to even try.

"However you want to." she replied, "Just as long as I don't get dirty."

Jack sat down on a bucket, and spread his legs. He had a 6 inch cock, which Laura was sure that she could handle. She'd once had a boyfriend of 9 and a half inches, and while she'd never actually managed to deep-throat him, she'd come pretty close.

As Laura knelt down in front of this near-total stranger, the depravity of what she was doing hit her. Here she was, buck naked, kneeling on a mat which Jack had generously put down for her so she didn't get mud on her knees, in the middle of a construction zone, giving a blowjob for less than it cost to buy her cheapest textbook at school. Instead of embarrassment, however, she was surprised to feel arousal. Her cunt started to get wet as she took Jack's dick into her mouth, and as the sweat of the construction worker hit her taste buds, she realised that she had never been as turned on in her life.

"Call me a whore" she said, which with a cock in her mouth sounded more like "Cor he ha hor"

"What?" asked Jack, starting to get a little nervous. The guys were due back in about 10 minutes, and if this bitch wasn't any good, he'd be caught with his pants quite literally down.

"Call me a whore" Laura clarified, then went back to sucking.

"Uh, you're a whore." Jack stammered. He wasn't sure what the girl was up to.

Laura groaned, and continued her blowjob with gusto. Jack looked down, and noticed that she had one hand on his balls, and the other in between her legs.

"The bitch gets off on this," he thought, and then realised that he could vocalise that.

"You get off on this, don't you, you bitch." Laura's whole body shook with excitement, which created some fantastic vibrations from Jack's end. "You little slut. You whore. You're nothing but a cheap tramp, you dirty pirate hooker."

With each insult, Laura got more aroused, and Jack's blowjob got better and better.

"Fucking cunt. Look at you. You absolute tramp. You, oh god, you're the fucking best lay I've had, you whore. Tramp! Cunt! Bitch!"

As Jack's obscenities got more and more degrading, Laura got closer to orgasm. When she felt the cum of a total stranger hitting the back of her throat, however, she came, hard, and started spluttering on the semen in her mouth.

Jack hadn't blown his load that hard for several years now. The whore was definitely worth the $25 he paid. He watched as she rolled around in the mud which a few minutes ago she had tried to avoid touching at all. Her hand was still between her legs, and he realised that he'd found someone special.

Laura's mind came back to reality, and she got up, blinked twice, and tried to brush the mud off. When she realised she couldn't, Jack offered to hose her off, but she declined, and got dressed. Laura was just about to leave, when Jack said something which stopped her in her tracks.

"Tomorrow the whole crew's going to be here. How much for you to do all 8 of us?"

Her mind working faster than it ever had before, Laura quickly did the maths. $25 by eight people - she could make a lot of money.

"$100." she replied.

"Done."

As Laura walked home, the sun began to set, and she thought of all the things she was going to do with her newfound source of income.

    Chapter 6


Sitting around the dinner table with her family that night, Freia was having trouble concentrating on the conversation. She couldn't stop thinking about her friends, wondering if they were okay - everyone had been acting a little strangely all day.

Firstly, Hailey had deliberately shown off her (admittedly impressive) rack in the changing rooms that morning, then Cass had spent the entire morning groping her, and her dance at the end of the lesson had seemed to be nothing but an (again, impressive) attempt to make her boobs bounce as much as possible. Not to mention the fact that Hailey wouldn't stop staring at Freia's tits while Ms Hullins was talking...

And Mona was definitely coming down with something - all through Legal Studies, she had been coughing and groaning, and at the end of the class she was flushed and panting, just from sitting still in class.

Alexandra was a worry too - Freia didn't remember any kind of fight between her and the other girls, but she hadn't sat with them at all during the day, instead going and sitting with the rather shy group of nerds who sat only a few tables away.

No, there was definitely something wrong with the group. Freia hoped that they weren't drifting apart - she enjoyed the female companionship that they brought to her life, as her mother had died when she was quite young. At dinner, there was only herself, her father, and her two brothers. (Heath and Van.)

She had spoken about her mother's death to the school counsellor a few times over the years, but the new counsellor that she saw today seemed particularly empathetic. After visiting his office this morning, she'd felt much better about it.

Noticing the odd quietness of his daughter, Freia's father started to make conversation.

"So, Heath," her father said. "How's that new girlfriend of yours going?"

Freia was jolted out of her thoughts about the size of her friendship group, and listened interestedly to her brother's response. Heath had recently started dating a girl who lived across town, a mechanic, or a driving instructor or something like that. Freia hadn't been particularly interested until now.

"Well, Dad," Heath drawled, "It's going well, all things considered. What specifically did you want to know?"

Freia's Dad, Norman (or "Nord" as he was known, originally short for "Nord the Nerd") had been extremely overprotective of his children ever since their mother had died. He knew that Heath, being the full-blooded 20 year-old that he was, would probably be involved in sexual intercourse, but it wasn't a topic that he'd ever felt compfortable openly discussing.

Nord knew that his questioning techniques over the years had grown more and more subtle, so his kids never knew what he was really asking, but somehow they'd never managed to garner any results. He decided to try again.

"Well, you've been dating for a week now. What have you been up to?"

Freia (and her brothers) knew exactly what their Dad was talking about. He was always on about their girlfriends (or celebrating their lack of) but had never before been quite so blatant about it. For the first time, however, Freia was actually interested in knowing how far her brother had gotten sexually. She had never before really thought of her brothers as male ... they were always just there for her when she needed them, threatening to beat up whatever boy had just broken her heart, and always providing the hugs that only a brother can give.

"Well, we went and saw a movie last weekend." Heath replied, with a quick grin to his siblings. Toying with their dad had become a game.

"Saw a movie" indeed, Freia thought. She bet that Heath and his girlfriend had spent the entire time making out. It was surprisingly easy to visualise Heath making out, imagining the feeling of his tongue in her mouth, his hands roaming around her body, her hands exploring his, ending up at his...

"Sure you did, Heath." her father replied, snapping Freia out of her daydream. He chuckled, and decided to lay off his oldest. At least for a while. At least, he thought, Freia and Van were safe. Freia had just broken up with her boyfriend, and, based on past experience, it would take her a month to get over it, and then she'd be onto the next guy. From her frequency in changing boyfriends, he was fairly sure that none of them had gotten serious. Van, on the other hand, was unpopular enough that he'd never even been kissed.

A good thing, too. He remembered Freia's mother at that age ... how randy she had gotten, their frequent makeout sessions in cars, resulting in pregnancy and a much-too early marriage. Nord was only 35, having gotten married at 16 and they'd had Heath a few months later. Once married, they had found no reason to keep their hands off each other (or their genitals apart) and Van had been born a year later, followed by Freia the next fall.

His wife had died shortly afterwards. Nord hadn't been deeply in love with her (at 16, it had been more about ruttin' than romance) but he did love her, and of course he missed the intimate times. Freia took after his wife; the same thin, wiry frame, the face with freckles and a snub nose. Yes, in his memories, his wife could easily have been replaced with Freia. He wondered if she had the same perfect arse, before realising what he was thinking about, and carefully averting his gaze.

Nord tried very carefully to concentrate on dinner for the rest of the meal.

After dinner, the children went off into their own separate rooms, supposedly to do homework. At 10pm, when Freia was fairly sure that everyone had gone to bed, she left her room quietly, and flitted across to Heath's. She was dressed in the nightie that she normally wore to bed, which was pink, thin and revealing.

"Heath? Heath, are you awake?"

She pushed open the door, and as she entered, Heath hurredly picked up a blanket, covering himself up. Freia wondered what he was doing that had required covering up.

"Freia!? What do you want? It's ten o'clock." Heath asked. Freia noticed that he was panting slightly, as if he had been running a race.

"I just wanted to ask you a question."

"Yes? What is it?"

"It's about what Dad was talking about at dinner ... I'm curious. How far /have/ you gone with your new girlfriend?"

"Freia," Heath replied, cautiously, "Did Dad send you in to pump me?" Immediately after saying the word "pump", he blushed.

"No no no," Freia laughed. "I'm genuinely curious."

"Well," Heath was still cautious, but decided to answer his sister's query. "Not that it's any of your business, but we've kissed, and that's it."

"You mean ... she hasn't taken care of your needs at all?" Freia was surprised to feel a sense of outrage. If you were honoured enough to be chosen by her brother, then you'd better damn well at LEAST suck him off.

"Freia, why do you think I was wanking when you came in?" Heath replied, throwing caution to the wind.

Freia gasped. That explained quite a lot. At the same time, her sense of outrage grew. Her brother, her twenty year-old attractive brother, was reduced to wanking, all because his bitch of a girlfriend wouldn't spread her legs once in a while. Well, she reasoned, it was time to take matters into her own hands.

"You don't have to do that, Heath!" she exclaimed. Heath grinned.

"Actually, as a male, I do. You see, if I don't jack off at least once every few days, then-" Freia interrupted.

"That's not what I meant at all." Before Heath could say another word, Freia had whipped the blanket off his privates, and dived headfirst into her very first blow-job.

Freia wasn't entirely sure what had inspired her to do this. Her brother didn't deserve to be spending his nights wanking, that she knew. And as the only female in the house, it was her job to take care of his needs. On top of that, she'd always wondered what giving a blow-job was like, and now she knew; it was WONDERFUL. She couldn't believe the sensations coursing through her body as her young tongue played with her brother's huge cock, as it occasionally collided with the back of her throat, pumping in and out of her mouth. Her nipples grew almost painfully hard, and her cunt started dripping.

As well as that, Freia reasoned it would really help her and Heath bond. They'd been growing apart lately, and this was something that they'd have in common. She contemplated other bonding activites as her hands reached up to cup his balls. She used her hands to jack him off, and sucked on his testes for a few seconds, before returning to her enthusiastic blowjob. She couldn't think of anything else which would bring them as close together as this activity.

Freia also knew that none of those reasons were why she'd done it. Her real reason, she slowly realised, as her head bobbed up and down his dick, was that her brother was damned hot, she was damned horny, and she didn't want any other bitch to have a piece of him. She selfishly wanted his cock all to herself.

And as she blew him, she realised why she felt like this. It was so large ... so thick ... so GOOD. She had never felt more than mildly horny before now, but as she sucked her brother off, her pussy practically gushed. She could imagine taking him deep inside her, as he pounded her all night, her hot older brother.

Heath was shocked, as anyone would be, to find his hot younger sister suddenly trying to suck his brains out of his penis. He had always known that his sister was hot, and had even been vaguely jealous of her suitors before, in the way that older brothers are. Never before, however, had he thought of her in a sexual light. Now, with her mouth wrapped tightly around his dick, her small but firm breasts jiggling as she bobbed up and down on his cock, and her nighty sticking to her sweat-drenched body, showcasing her fabulous arse, it was difficult to think of her as anything BUT a sexual being.

He knew, on some level, that he should stop her. But, the more primal areas of his brain reasoned, it wasn't like she could get pregnant or anything from sucking his dick. He hadn't coerced her into it, and she was clearly enjoying it. On top of that, his primitive brain screamed, she was GOOD. He had been given blowjobs before; his previous girlfriend had been quite proficient at it, but nothing had ever felt like this before. Freia was ... she was almost godly.

After thirty seconds of such thoughts, his brain switched off, and he gave himself into the feelings coursing through his penis. It only took a few minutes, and he was thrusting forward, and shoving a fist into his mouth to stop himself from screaming. Perhaps it was the fact that she was his younger sister, perhaps it was the fact that he hadn't cum in a few days, or perhaps it was just that Freia was so fucking hot and so fucking good at giving head, but he came that night like he had never come before. Freia, not missing a beat, swallowed it as quickly as he could pump it out.

Even while coming, Heath looked down and saw his sister bucking around. It looked like she was coming, but she hadn't taken her nightdress off for a second, or even gone near her young cunny. She ended her orgasm at the same time as he did, but kept sucking for a few seconds, as though she wanted more.

As Freia swilled her brother's seed around in her mouth, enjoying the taste, there were a few seconds of awkwardness.

"Uh, thanks." mumbled Heath.

"No worries" replied Freia with a grin. She gave him a quick, unexpected kiss on the lips, blinked twice, and skipped out of the room.

Although Freia got into her own bed a few minutes later, neither Freia nor Heath got much sleep that night.

    Chapter 7


Richelle sighed with boredom as her boyfriend, Greg Mac, droned on and on about his latest car. Greg was currently doing an apprenticeship as a mechanic, which suited him just fine; cars had been his passion all his life. Normally Richelle wouldn't be seen dead with a boy from her own school, but he was making good money, and he did have a nice car. They were sitting in the car as they spoke, up at the local "make-out" point. Richelle had suggested going up there. For some reason, she'd been feeling really tense ever since her meeting with the school counsellor. She'd thought that a good necking session might calm her down.

Instead, however, as soon as they had arrived, Greg had started to talk about whatever latest adjustments he had made to his car, and the different models that he had serviced today ... Richelle had next to no interest in cars. She enjoyed being seen in a flashy car, and of course she enjoyed the convenience of getting from place to place, but cars had never been one of her main interests. This left Greg and her with little to talk about, but she wasn't dating Greg for his conversational skills. She thought that by now he would have realised that, but no, he was still trying to engage in small talk, or maybe he was lost in the sound of his own voice, droning on and on about his stupid car...

Richelle had to admit that it was a nice car. She didn't know any of the technical terms, but it was red, it was a two-seater, and though not a convertible, was still quite pretty, and Greg made sure that it was always shiny. It had an excellent sound system, and - best of all - it had leather seats. Richelle loved the feel of leather against her skin, more than silk, or any other material. She wasn't wearing stockings, and had made sure when she sat down to ensure that as much of her legs were touching the leather as was decently possible. Richelle, despite her long brown hair, nice C-cup tits and round, firm arse, considered her legs to be her best feature. As the tallest of her friends, they were long, and she shaved them daily. She was praying for the day that short skirts came back into fashion, so that she could finally be the girl in the school who drew the most glances.

It sounded like Greg wasn't going to shut up any time soon, so Richelle thought that she might as well make herself a bit more comfortable. She raised her bottom from the seat, and let her skirt ride higher up her legs, exposing more of her skin to the leather. The leather felt great; just the right temperature, just the right texture. Despite his constant lectures about the ins and outs of cars, she was glad that she was dating Greg, if it meant that she got contact with this leather more often.

Clearly, he hadn't noticed her complete lack of attention. Ah, Greg. She watched him as he talked about whatever upgrades he had made to the engine lately. She had been considering breaking up with him lately, and had put tonight down as the night where she chose whether or not to continue the relationship. Choosing to talk about cars rather than engage in a more interesting activity wasn't winning him any points, but Richelle stared at him as he pointed out something on the dashboard. He was very handsome, after all. Sure, he wasn't much for conversation, and he didn't always want to make out when she did, but he did work long days, and he was always ready to pick her up when he needed. He was actually quite a good boyfriend, she suddenly realised.

It occurred to Richelle that perhaps she wasn't as perfect a girlfriend as she had always assumed. It wasn't entirely fair on him, she realised with a start, to be at her beck and call at all hours. She could think of many times when she had called Greg up at odd hours, wanting to be picked up from a friend's house, or driven to a concert ... and instead of thanking him, she had been ungrateful that he looked so tired and cranky. And he hadn't even complained, not once.

Yes, she thought, the least that she could do was listen attentively when he rabbitted on about cars. She leant over, and snuggled up to him, curling her legs up underneath her. Greg looked down at her in surprise, but she merely batted her eyelids and asked him to continue. Her legs were now in contact with even more leather, which suited her just fine. She almost wished that she was completely nude, so that she could feel the leather rubbing against all of her skin. Mmm, yes. Naked, naked in a car. Naked in a car, surrounded by leather, and machinery, and that big, throbbing motor...

Greg was really getting into his car spiel, but Richelle was getting turned on by all these images of leather, and cars. She leaned up, and kissed him. He was surprised, but soon realised what she was after. He picked up on the subtle hints that she was giving out; the slight moans, the increased breathing, her hands starting to explore his body, her tongue trying to reach every crevice of his mouth...

Richelle was surprised. She didn't often feel randy, but when she did, a bit of making out was soon enough to satisfy her. Tonight, however, she sense that kissing wasn't going to do it. She could feel the car around her. A car like this deserved more than making out to occur inside it. She decided that tonight she'd let Greg go from first to second base.

Greg was amazed. One minute he'd been talking about the gear troubles he'd been having with his car, and now his normally stand-offish girlfriend was moaning like a bitch in heat, passionately kissing him, and making noises like a porn star. His night had just gotten better, but he had no idea how much it was still to improve.

Moaning with pleasure, Richelle guided Greg's hands from around her waist straight to her breasts, where he clumsily started pawing them. Richelle was surprised at the electricity jolting around her body as a result, and resumed her moaning, louder and more passionate than before.

Suddenly breaking off the contact with Greg (to the dismay of both him, and her aching nipples) Richelle pulled her sweater up over her head, removed her shirt, and almost ripped her bra off. The feeling of leather sliding against her back was sensational, almost matched by Greg's awkward hands fondling her bare breasts. She was getting close to something, but she wasn't sure what.

Her sweat was causing the leather to become slippery and wet, making it easier for her to rub her back up and down the leather. For the second time in a minute, she broke off contact with Greg, suddenly turning around.

"Richelle? What's-" asked Greg, before stopping in shock as she turned and started to rub against the leather, panting harder than before. Her erect nipples were sliding up and down the slippery leather, sending electricity straight to her cunt.

"Oh God, yes, yes" Richelle moaned, while Greg simply watched. She was in her own world now, her mind filled with nothing but thoughts about the leather car around her. She stuck out her tongue, and tasted the leather, tried to suck it in, absorbing the taste of leather mixed with her own sweat.

Greg was stunned, but realised that as much as he was enjoying the show, he had to do something to get Richelle out of this trance that she was in. He brought his hand up, and slapped her on the arse.

It had the desired response. Richelle turned around, and realised that she was neglecting her boyfriend. She didn't want to neglect her boyfriend. He was the one who owned this beautiful, beautiful car.

Between the driver and passenger seats was, as is fairly standard in cars, a gearstick. Greg however, had spared no expense on this car, and the small grip of the gearstick was leather as well. Richelle noticed this as she crept closer to Greg, her hands on his chest. She kissed him passionately, hoping that he'd forget about her moment of madness. As she made out with him, his hands came back onto her breasts.

With one hand, she pulled her skirt up, and with the other hand, her panties aside, and before Greg could notice a thing, she lowered her cunt onto his gear stick. For an instant she felt pain as her hymen was torn by an inanimate object, but then all she could feel was the leather, the leather outside, inside, fucking her.

Richelle, with Greg fondling her breasts and passionately kissing her, and his gearstick inside her, was almost in heaven. She was inside the car which was inside her, and she was close to cumming.

She was about to come, when she realised how unfair she was being on her boyfriend. Here she was, about to get off on his gearstick, and all he was getting out of it was some fondling. Greg, who was further than he thought he'd ever actually get with Richelle, wasn't complaining, but Richelle knew it was fundamentally unfair.

She reluctantly pulled herself off the gearstick, and fell back onto the passenger-side chair.

"Greg," she said, "I want to do it."

Greg stared at her, his eyes bulging, his hands still busy on her tits.

"You ... want me to fuck you?" he replied nervously, tweaking her nipples and making her squeal.

"Yes!" moaned Richelle, "Fuck me! Oh, Greg, do me."

Greg wasn't entirely sure what had gotten into his usually sedate girlfriend, but he wasn't one to pass up an opportunity like this. He quickly fumbled with his pants and boxers, and despite the lack of room had them at his ankles in four seconds flat. He pulled Richelle's skirt up, her panties down, and plunged his cock into her pussy.

Richelle felt a moment of regret as she realised she'd only been intending to go to second base tonight, but this feeling was almost instantly removed by the feeling of pure, unadulterated lust that she felt as Greg's 7 inch cocks thrust in and out of her dripping cunt. As nice as even that was, it couldn't compare to the feelings caused by the leather on Greg's seats which she was rubbing against with almost every inch of exposed flesh.

Greg was in heaven. Richelle's tight, wet pussy was spasming every few seconds, and the noises coming out of her mouth were almost gutteral. He pulled a tab, and the seat which Richelle was leaning against went suddenly from vertical to horizontal, providing them with more room to fuck.

Richelle was now able to slide freely around the leather seat without such inconvenient things as gravity getting in the way. She proceeded to do so with gusto, and started to orgasm at the feeling of all the leather, constantly rubbing up against her nipples, her breasts, her stomach, her face. As she came, her pussy clamped down on Greg's cock, and he started to cum as well.

The two teenagers shared a moment of ecstacy, and in Richelle's mind, the car shared it as well. All three of them were simultaneously losing their virginity.

As Greg pulled out of Richelle, she noticed some cum splash onto the seat. "Well," she thought, blinking twice. "We can't have that, can we?" and started to lick it up. Greg awkwardly pulled his pants back up, not quite sure what had just happened. Richelle slowly got dressed as well, and Greg stopped thinking, as he enjoyed the show. As Richelle put her top back on, he started the car.

"That's odd," he thought, driving Richelle home. "My gearstick feels sticky."

    Chapter 8


Gina had been walking home, when she had passed a newsagents. Realising that she hadn't yet purchased her week's quota of magazines, she had ducked in and picked them up. It was quite late that night when she finally got around to opening up the bag and looking at them. Cosmo, Seventeen, Teen Magazine, Playboy...

"Woah!" Gina said, blinking twice in surprise. "How did that get in there?"

She thought that the newsagent had looked at her strangely.

Well, the money was spent now, and she was hardly going to go back and return it. Before she threw it out (or hid it among her brother's stash - Gina's brother was hardly subtle about his porn collection) she might as well flip through it, have a look.

To her surprise, there was a /lot/ of text. She had always assumed that these magazines were almost entirely pictures of naked women. But here was an article about cars, one about the best way to attract women, one about the latest DVD releases...

Gina found herself actually quite interested in these articles. Gina, in her spare time, wrote. She knew that she would probably never reach a point where she could live off original fiction, so instead she had recently been focussing on journalism. In a little less than a year, she'd be going to university, and she had already been accepted into her journalism course.

These articles, they were a type of journalism. Perhaps she could get a job writing these, once she got her degree. Yes, a job at Playboy. That sounded exactly like what Gina wanted. She'd have to tell the guidance counsellor about this new career choice, in her follow-up meeting. He'd be so pleased.

Engrossed in the pages, Gina flipped them rapidly, until abruptly, she came to the centrefold. She had become so absorbed in her reading, the primary purpose of Playboy had slipped her mind; she'd been quite literally reading it for the articles.

Gina turned her head to the side, in the same manner as thousands of teenage boys had done before her. The girl was pretty cute. It was a good photo, too. Probably airbrushed, but you couldn't actually spot the airbrushed areas.

Gina blinked twice, and wondered how her own body looked, in comparison. If she was going to get a job at Playboy (and the idea was seeming more tempting the more she thought about it) then she was going to have to get used to the female form. Nudity was something she was not only going to have to get accustomed to, but start to both appreciate, and critically analyse.

Nervously, she stood up, and stripped off. No one was home, she realised with a pang of regret. Wait, regret? If someone was home, she realised, she wouldn't be able to walk around naked. Otherwise she'd have their eyes, following her, watching her naked breasts bounce as she walked, watching her shaved...

Nude, Gina stood in front of the mirror. She looked down at her pussy. It wasn't shaved, she realised. It wasn't even trimmed. Gina had never been a big fan of sex - she'd had plenty, but it had always been lights off, under the cover. And since it wasn't bikini season, what was the point of shaving it? If it were shaved, then all the boys would be able to see her pussy lips. And if she was going to be naked for all the boys, well, she wanted them to see her pussy lips, didn't she?

Gina blinked twice. That had been an odd thought. She glanced down at her pussy again. One of her hands wandered towards it, and discovered that as well as being unshaven, it was starting to grow moist.

Perhaps, she reasoned, she should shave it. If she was going to work at Playboy, then she was going to have to learn to fit in with all the other girls who worked there. And by the look of these pictures, all the girls who worked at Playboy had shaved pussies.

Of course, that was the models, not the journalists. But Gina had a fairly great body, she reflected, while checking herself out in the mirror. Maybe she could cross-over, and do both. Model and write articles, surely girls did that all the time at Playboy.

If she was going to be modelling, Gina pondered, her fingers playing with her pubic hair, then she probably wouldn't have time to write articles. She didn't know a lot about it, but she was pretty sure that taking nude photos was pretty time-consuming. She wondered how many men were at an average shoot - the photographer, perhaps the director (or were they the same guy?) - one or two lighting technicians, make-up, maybe a few assistants...

The one thing they wouldn't need for sure was the costume department, Gina thought with a giggle. All those people, just to look at her naked body ... sure, they'd all pretend to be professional, but they'd all be checking her out whenever they could, looking at her firm breasts, her tight arse, her long legs ... some of them would probably nip off to the bathrooms if they got a chance, to have a quick wank.

And of course that was just the people on set! Gina groaned, as she imagined how many other people would be looking at her, appraising her naked body, and masturbating at the thought of it. The thought sent shivers down her spine. Hundreds, thousands, maybe hundreds of thousands, all of them masturbating while thinking of her, mentally twisting her body into all kinds of positions, mentally inserting her into a million different scenarios...

The thought made her shudder with pleasure.

Without even realising it, Gina had started playing with herself. What's more, she was watching herself playing with herself in the mirror. She was watching herself masturbate, imagining other people watching her masturbate. Imagining that the mirror was a camera, imagining that thousands of guys could see what she could see, could see how turned on she was, imagining that millions of men were playing with themselves thinking of her playing with herself...

Boys as young as twelve or thirteen, finding their dad's porno magazines in the back of an old closet. She could be their first fantasy - she could be the standard that they held every other woman they ever met to. Men as old as 80, 90, too old to find a woman to take care of their needs - she could be their last dream girl, their last glimpse at a naked woman, as they rubbed themselves, imagining deviant sexual acts with a girl young enough to be their great-great-grandchild.

Middle-aged men, hiding their porn collection from their wives. Policemen, dustmen, milkmen, firemen ... Gina moaned, but never once took her face off her own naked, writhing body in the mirror, as her skin got flushed, as goosebumps began to appear all over her body, as her face started to get slightly red, and her fingers started to glisten in the light, wet with her own juices. Businessmen would sneak off to the bathrooms at lunch to masturbate, thinking of her, then return for the rest of the day's work. Teachers would imagine her naked body on their students - perhaps her own teachers would see the photos, and finally get to see what they'd tried to picture every day in the classroom.

Perhaps images of her naked body would last longer than she did, perhaps men would be masturbating, thinking of her, for hundreds of years to come. So many men, connected by one thing - an orgasm caused simply by the thought of her young, supple, naked body.

Gina was staring intensely into the mirror, sweating, her hand furiously rubbing her hot, wet, unshaven pussy, imagining every man she'd ever met cumming, spraying their seed all over her picture - the thoughts overwhelmed her, and she started to orgasm, never once looking away from her own naked sweaty body, the sight of herself cumming hard making her cum even harder, which made her cum harder again, all the time one thought in her head - "this looks so fucking hot..."

Coming down from her orgasm, Gina blinked twice, and realised that modelling was going to be hard work.

She was determined that she could make it, however. She inspected her body with a more critical eye. Without the arousal fogging her head, she realised that while she /was/ hot, she was going to require a bit of work yet - maybe she could join a gym, start working out. She could start watching what she ate, too. And of course she was going to have to learn what men's magazines looked for in a model; perhaps she could get a subscription to Playboy, and some of the other major rags. This would require some research; which magazines looked for what?

And of course, most importantly, she'd have to learn what drove men wild. She wouldn't leave school until she had a definite position with a magazine, but she could use the rest of her time there as research, learning what turned a man on beyond all else. What poses, what positions to stand in, how to emit "sex" with a single look. She could make sure that every minute of every day from now on was spent making males hot and bothered, making sure that every look, every move she did wasn't wasted.

And when she wasn't turning men on, she could be researching. Gina wandered, still naked, into her brother's room, and started sifting through his porn.

It was going to be a productive night.

    Chapter 9


Halfway across town, Carly was sitting alone in her room, thinking about sex. She had finished her chores around the farm, and was now relaxing cross-legged on her bed, absent-mindedly patting her dog Alistair.

A lot of the girls at her school had started to have sex lately, she realised. More girls than she'd previously thought. Before you knew it, even the really uptight girls like Kerin and Liesel would probably be having sex. And Carly didn't want to be left behind.

Carly was a natural blonde, both in hair colour and in temperament. She wasn't one of the most attractive girls in the school, but her country girl look was appealing, and she had a nice enough body to fit in with the popular group. Mostly she played on the "girl-next-door" look, with overalls and jeans, but she had been known to get away with the occasional knee-length shirt, or revealing top. She had tanned shoulders, which she showed off only slightly more than her tanned cleavage.

Despite her attractiveness, however, Carly had never had a real boyfriend. She had always been too shy, or too busy, or perhaps a combination of the two. Scratching behind Alistair's ear, she wondered what she was going to do when every other girl she knew was having sex. Carly didn't want to be left out ... but the fact was that she was completely inexperienced when it came to sex. She'd never even seen a penis, let alone touched one.

Well, obviously working with animals as much as she did, she'd seen penises before. In fact, when the horses were in heat, it was hard to miss them. But that was completely different...

Or was it?

Perhaps pensises worked the same no matter what species they were attached to. Carly did have to practice operating a penis after all ... perhaps this was the easiest way.

Carly sat up, and Alistair rolled over onto his back. She could see his penis now, it was pink, and a few inches long. Carly slowly, tentatively reached down, until she was touching it. It felt rubbery, and as she played with it, it started to grow. She had heard about this somewhere, if it grew, that meant that the guy liked you. Clearly, Alistair liked her, as she continued to play with his penis, and it kept on growing, stopping at around 5 or 6 inches.

Carly continued to stroke Alistair's penis, it was surprisingly easy for her small cool hands to work on. Of course, she reasoned, she would have to learn a bit about her own privates while she was educating herself - it would be embarrassing if she was in the middle of sex, and couldn't answer a question about her own parts!

Continuing to work one of her hands up and down his rod, Carly slowly unbuttoned her jeans with the other hand, lowered her soaked panties, and started exploring her own (increasingly wet) pussy.

After a few minutes of bliss, Carly realised that Alistair was going to orgasm shortly. She wasn't sure what she should do; she couldn't have him cumming on her sheets, or on the carpet. Of course she /was/ trying to learn more about the penis, and she felt that she'd mastered stroking by now...

Without any more hesitation, Carly got down on her knees, leaving Alistair up on the bed, and lowered her mouth over his cock. She couldn't think of it as a penis any more ... penises were what little boys had. For something that was as beautiful as Alistair's though, it needed a better name. She was surprised to find that it was relatively tasteless; the hole at the end tasted salty, but the rest just tasted like skin. She managed to fit about 3 or 4 inches into her mouth the first go, a bit more the bob after that, and soon she was sucking on the entire 6 inches of her dog's cock.

She felt so proud.

She could feel the end of Alistair's cock meeting the back of her throat on each thrust, while one hand massaged her breasts, and the other was hard at work on her pussy. No wonder those girls had started having sex ... if it was as fantastic as this, she was suprised people weren't fucking all the time. She was getting some great experience, she'd have to thank Alistair for helping her later. If what she was doing right now wasn't thanks enough, that is.

She could feel Alistair's thrusting getting faster and faster, and she herself was building to some kind of a peak as well. She started to massage the dog's cock with her tongue on every inward thrust, while filling herself with two fingers, moving in and out of her wet cunt. Suddenly, Alistair froze mid- thrust, and she could feel her mouth being filled with a saltly goo. She had never felt so sexy in her life, and as one hand pinched her nipple, and she put a third finger into her needy pussy, she found herself orgasming as well. If she hadn't had her mouth full, she would have been screaming in ecstacy.

A few seconds later, Carly lay back on the carpet, exhausted. She played with the cum in her mouth for a while before swallowing it, and looked up to Alistair. He was licking himself, still erect, but as she watched, his cock deflated, until it was the small pink penis that she'd seen earlier.

Carly blinked twice, and smiled. She was no longer the inexperienced girl she'd been at the beginning of the night, no. She was almost a pro - she certainly knew how to make her man happy.

All she needed now was someone to make her his bitch.

    Chapter 10


Natasha generally thought of herself as a pretty good Christian. She had never actually read any of the Bible, true, but she knew all eight commandments off by heart, and was great at telling other people when they were breaking them. She went to youth group every Wednesday (admittedly, she spent most of her time staring at the cute guys, but it was the attendance that was important) and most importantly, she was a virgin. She knew that it was a very Christian thing to be a virgin. So in order to keep her virginity, she had given out blowjobs to most of the guys she'd dated. Natasha had always thought she was a pretty good Christian for doing all this.

Today, however, she was starting to have second thoughts. Perhaps when God said you were meant to stay a virgin, he meant that you weren't meant to let boys stick their cocks in ANY of your holes, or even give them handjobs! The more she thought about it, the more it made sense in her mind. What's more, she thought that she remembered something about lusting after guys being a sin in itself. And Natasha lusted after a LOT of guys.

So at the end of first break, on the way to Gym class, Natasha sought out Kerin. Kerin was such a good Christian, she was sure to know.

"Well, Natasha, you're right. It says in the Bible that if you lust after a guy, well, then that's just as bad as having sex with him. And if you lust after a guy, then you'll go to hell. Yes, to hell, where you'll be hot, hot, hot for the rest of eternity, and demons will constantly be ... poking you ... sticking nasty things in all your crevices..." Erin trailed off, and Natasha decided to leave her to her thoughts. They must have been strange thoughts, because when Natasha looked back a few minutes later, Erin was still standing in the same position, and Natasha thought she even saw a bit of drool.

So lusting after guys was bad. Natasha had thought as much. She would have to take a break from having boyfriends for a while, at least until she got her spiritual life in order. Natasha didn't want to face eternal torment.

In the change rooms, Natasha looked around. She saw one of the girls, Christy Radcliffe, going off into a change room, and decided to follow her. Christy wasn't the kind of girl who Natasha normally talked to (Christy had piercings, and Natasha was pretty sure that God hated piercings.) but Christy hadn't had a boyfriend for as long as Natasha had known her, and she wanted to know how it was done.

"Hey Christy, wait up." Natasha called out, and Christy, flattered that one of the popular girls was paying attention to her, did.

"Heya Natasha. What's doing?"

Natasha noticed Christy looking her up and down as she ran to catch up. Natasha was half-changed, wearing only her sports bra and panties. Proud of her looks, Natasha couldn't help putting a little wiggle in her walk as she caught up, and when Christy looked at her in surprise, she just winked. Christy grinned back.

"Not a lot. I just wanted to ask you some questions, Christy."

"No worries. Here, come in here while I get changed, we can talk there."

As Christy took off her day clothes, Natasha noticed that she'd worn her normal bra and panties to school.

"I just wanted to ask you ... you never seem to have a boyfriend. How do you get rid of your ... you know, urges."

"You mean what do I do when I get horny?" Christy nonchalantly replied, taking off her bra. Natasha looked at her boobs - it was always good to compare yourself to other girls. Makes you know how good you look naked, comparitively. Christy had some damn fine tits. Natasha felt the unexpected urge to fondle them, but reasoned that she must just want to know what they felt like in comparison to hers. Christy's must have been a B-cup, maybe a C-cup.

"Yeah, what do you do when you get horny?" Natasha asked, blushing slightly. She didn't normally use words like "horny". God didn't like it. But she was doing a fact-finding mission.

"Well, you can do several things. Do you ever masturbate?" Christy replied, grinning when she saw that Natasha was transfixed by her boobs.

"Masturwhaturbate?" Natasha asked. She decided to see if her own tits were as big when compared to Christy's, "Do you mind if I take off my bra?"

"No, not at all. Masturbating. It's what you do to get rid of, you know, urges."

Natasha took off her bra. Her breasts were definitely bigger than Christy's, at a definite C-cup, though Christy's had a bit less sag. Christy's nipples were slightly bigger, and pink where Natasha's were brown, and Natasha was surprised to realise they were erect. Not nearly as surprised as she was to discover that her own were erect, however.

"How do you do that?" Natasha asked. She had finished her breast appraisal, but couldn't stop staring at Christy's nipples.

"Here, do you want me to show you?" Christy asked, hardly believing her luck.

"Sure!" Natasha replied, enthusiastically.

"Okay, watch my hand." Christy said, and took off her panties.

"Eeeeew!" cried Natasha, disgusted. "What on earth are you doing?"

"It's called masturbating. Everyone does it."

"Everyone?"

"Everyone."

Natasha knew that if everyone did it, then it couldn't really be a sin. If everyone did it, then Kerin would have to do it, and Natasha knew that Kerin didn't sin.

"Okay then, show me."

Christy sat down on the bench, and started to masturbate. Natasha sat down on the floor and watched, engrossed.

"You see, there are several ways you can do this. You can stroke the slit, or you can use a finger to go in and out, or you can just go for the clitoris."

"The clitoris? Where's that?"

"Here," Christy offered, "Let me show you. You sit here."

As Natasha sat where Christy had been a few seconds ago, she took off her panties. The two girls stood there, nude, looking at each other. Natasha was surprised to find that she was panting slightly. Christy reached forward, and started to finger Natasha.

"Oh, oh god." Natasha gasped, "Oh, this is good. This is gooooood. How come you're so good at this?"

"Just lucky, I s'pose," Christy grinned. "I'll tell you what would feel even better though..."

"What?" panted Natasha, as Christy's fingers continued their magic.

"If I used my mouth."

"Oh god, oh Jesus Christ, oh my almighty Lord" Natasha cried, "Oh God, do it."

Christy used her fingers open Natasha, and used her tongue, sliding up and down her slit, and occasionally running it over Natasha's clitoris.

"Oh, oh fuck, oh fuck me, oh fuck me Jesus Christ" Natasha blasphemed, "You are a fucking God, Christy."

Christy said something in reply, but it was absorbed by Natasha's cunt. As Natasha thrashed around, her cries of joy got louder and louder

"Oh, father son and the holy ghost, Mary Magdalene, fucking Jesus Christ's cock, oh God, what's happening!?"

Natasha had no idea that anything could feel this good. Christy's tongue in her vagina felt better than the time that she had let her boyfriend finger her. He hadn't been very good, and so after a few minutes, Natasha had given him a blowjob just to make him stop. Now Natasha knew what he'd been going for - this feeling of absolute bliss.

In a flash, Natasha realised what this was. She was doing a good, Christian thing by not being with any guys, so this must be what connecting to God felt like. She'd heard some of the cute Christian guys at youth group rabbiting on about connecting to God - at the time, she'd been focussing more on what they looked like naked, but now she realised why they were so excited. It felt fucking GREAT.

As Natasha thought about the holiness of her current situation, she suddenly became aware that something was happening, she was building to something. As Christy ran her tongue over Natasha's clit one last, time, Natasha felt a moment of pure bliss, and could have sworn she felt God looking straight at her.

"Ohmyfuckinggod, I love you!" Natasha screamed, and came. Hard.

Christy just smiled up at her, and waited as Natasha's orgasm subsided.

"Oh, Christy, thank-you! Oh, how can I ever repay you?"

"Well, you know, it's customary to return the favour. It's only manners."

Natasha thought about this for a minute. She knew that God loved good manners. Natasha blinked twice, and knelt in front of Christy. She slowly leant forward, licking her lips, until they reached Christy's cunt. Tentatively, she stuck her tongue out, and licked at Christy. She didn't taste anything in particular, just felt some hair on her tongue.

Christy sighed, and Natasha knew that they were on a limited time scale here. The other girl's in gym would be wondering why they were taking so long to get changed. Natasha leant forward, and stuck her tongue into Christy's pussy as far as it could go.

Both girls gasped. Christy was amazed; Natasha had obviously never eaten pussy before, but she seemed to know exactly where to stick her tongue. Natasha was amazed to discover that she liked - nay, LOVED - the taste of Christy's pussy. Putting her hands on Christy's thighs for support, she dove in, trying to get as much cunt juice on her tongue as she could. Christy squirmed and squealed above her, but Natasha didn't even notice, just enjoying the taste.

"Oh, Natasha, oh God..." Christy cried, a bit louder than she intended. Christy briefly wondered if the girls outside could hear them, but realised that Natasha's screams had been louder than hers. With the knowledge that she could safely scream whatever she liked as loudly as she liked, Christy brought her hands up to her nipples, and scooted forward on the bench.

Meanwhlie, Natasha had discovered a little nub at the top of Christy's snatch. This must be the "clitoris" she was talking about. It was quite fun to rub her tongue over it, and watch Christy's reaction. She could tell that Christy was close to orgasm, so she decided to try to get as much of that wonderful flavour as she could before she'd have to stop.

Christy was blown away. Natasha had more enthusiasm, skill, and passion than any other partner she'd ever had, and Christy had been the resident lesbian for the past few years, with quite a few girls. She had never suspected that Natasha swung that way; that whole "good little Christian girl" persona must have just been an act. But this was all moot right now - as Natasha tried to get as much of her tongue into Christy's cunt as she could, Christy started cumming,

Slurping down as much of the gushing juices as she could, Natasha found herself more satisfied than she'd ever felt, even more than she'd been after her orgasm a few minutes ago. What's more, she hadn't even lusted after a guy during the entire session, so she knew that it was all okay with God.

As the two emerged from the change room, most of the other girls stared at them with smirks on their face. Natasha didn't understand why - didn't they realise that sex with girls was one of the best things a good Christian girl could do?

    Chapter 11


After her Legal Studies class, as everyone else was leaving, Tania loitered behind. The last few students left through the door, and Tania closed it behind them. Mr Williams looked up from his desk.

"Yes Tania, what can I do for you?"

Tania had, for the first time ever, actually been interested in what Mr Williams had taught. Typically, his dry, dull, boring speeches put her (and the rest of the student population) to sleep, but today it had kept her riveted. She had taken notes for almost the entire lesson, and actually understood what he had said. At one point, however, she had zoned out. She had still stared at Mr Williams, but instead of taking notes, she had been drawing love hearts all over her books.

"Mr Williams, I found what you taught us today about torts absolutely fascinating."

"You did?" Mr Williams replied, shocked.

"Yes sir. I was wondering if you could look at my notes, you went too fast for me at one point, and I missed what you were saying about jail sentences."

Both Mr Williams and Tania knew that she was lying; the teacher's snails pace was more than slow enough for students to copy down what he said word-for- word, let alone summarise in notes. Tania, however, wanted to get these notes, and Mr Williams was happy enough that someone was interested in his teaching to overlook the lie.

"Certainly Tania. If you leave your book here, I'll look over it, and give you notes on what you missed."

"Actually sir, I was wondering if you could fill it in now. I was hoping to study it tonight. If you're not busy, of course."

Tania blushed while making this request. For some reason, it felt wrong for her to be asking Mr Williams to be doing her a favour. Mr Williams was a teacher, and a teacher was someone you had to obey. Tania wanted to obey Mr Williams.

"Well, that shouldn't be a problem. It'll take me about 10 minutes: did you want to come and collect it at the end of break?"

Mr Williams had been teaching for almost 50 years now. He was in his early 60s, but he still enjoyed teaching. It was the routine which appealed to him; every day, you came in, taught certain classes, had certain periods off, had lunch, and went home after 6 hours. Normally he shyed away from any break in routine, but today's was a pleasant surprise. He hadn't had a student actually interested in what he had to say for 10 years, and he'd never had a student come in to ask for extra notes. Generally his students passed his class by blatantly cheating during the tests.

"Well sir," Tania replied, "I've got nowhere to be. I'm quite happy to wait while you fill it out."

Tania did in fact have somewhere to be; a dance rehearsal, but it had completely slipped her mind. Just standing in the presence of Mr Williams was making her knees tingle. He was such a dominant man, she realised. His glasses, his slow gait, his polite way of speaking - Tania couldn't think of anything more manly.

"Certainly Tania. I'll start right away."

Tania bit her lip as Mr Williams said her name. It sounded so different coming from his mouth. She realised that she was here to learn - and he was here to teach - and decided to see what he wrote, so that she could see where she had gone wrong.

As Mr Williams slowly started to copy his notes over into Tania's book, he became acutely aware of her presence. She had slipped around behind him, and was leaning over him as he copied notes, her body pressed against his. He decided not to point it out to her; no point in embarrassing the girl. Besides, he was enjoying the feeling of a young girl against his body, and it was entirely innocent anyway.

He had just found the section which she had skipped, when suddenly he realised that she was no longer leaning against his back. Rather, she was slowly rubbing up and down. He wasn't sure whether he should say anything, when he noticed that she was also moaning softly. Mr Williams realised that he had better do something about this.

"Tania?" he said, "Tania, are you okay?"

Tania hadn't even realised that she had been rubbing her young, nubile body up against his. She had been watching him copy notes over, and thinking about how manly, how very ... sexy he was. Yes, sexy. Mr Williams was a sexual being. Tania knew that females reached their sexual peak at about age 18, but she couldn't recall when men reached theirs. Probably about 60, she reasoned.

"Yes Mr Williams? I'm fine."

"Are you sure, Tania?"

With two people both at their sexual peak, Tania couldn't help but think what a waste it was that they weren't busy pleasing each other. Of course, Tania realised that she'd be pretty easy to please. She'd be happy as long as she was pleasing her partner. With a strong, sexual partner like Mr williams, how could she not be pleased? If he even got a tiny bit of pleasure from her, then she'd probably be completely satisfied.

"I'm fine and dandy, Mr Williams. Sir."

Tania was aware that she was a sexy girl. She had great legs, great tits, a great body in general, and a fantastic smile. It was this last asset that she flashed at Mr Williams, tempted though she was to flash the rest.

"Well, okay. I've found the section that you missed now."

Mr Williams went back to copying his notes, and wasn't surprised when Tania went back to leaning over him. She was holding her usually baggy shirt back, highlighting her taut breasts less than a few inches from his face. He tried to ignore this, and continued copying.

Tania was wracking her brains trying to think of a way that she could show off some of her body, and perhaps give Mr Williams some pleasure. He deserved it, she knew. He was the most dedicated teacher that she'd ever met (not to mention the best-looking. That prickly beard of his was driving her crazy.) and before today, she hadn't appreciated him. Well, that was all going to change. She was going to try as hard as she could in his classes from now on, and make him proud. As well as that, however, she was sure that she could think of some ... extra-curricular activities that she could do to make him happy.

As Tania's brain started going into detailed sex fantasies with Mr Williams, she was completely unaware that it she was again rubbing herself against the teacher, and emitting small sexy groans. Mr Williams, however, was more aware of it this time than the first time. He couldn't think of what to do - he could barely kick the poor girl out, but ethically he couldn't sit there and let her rub herself against him. He decided to see if she stopped.

After a few minutes, rather than stopping, Tania finally noticed what she was doing, and more importantly, the effect that her rubbing was having on Mr Williams. She had been thinking about holding his dick in her hand when she had glanced down at it, and noticed that it was bulging. Tania knew that she couldn't just jump her teacher, but ethically she couldn't just sit there and let him be unsatisfied. He deserved to be pleased.

"Excuse me sir," said Tania, her body shivering slightly as she said "sir", "Do you have a wife?"

"Uh, no. No, I'm a bachelor m'dear." Mr williams replied, mentally kicking himself for the affectionate term which had slipped out.

"So you live all alone?" Tania asked, her hands starting to massage her elderly teacher's back.

"Uh, yes. Um, yes, I do. Don't, uh, Tania, don't, uh..."

"Don't what, sir?"

"Perhaps, uh, we should stop this."

Tania couldn't help but notice how much Mr Williams was sweating. She was annoyed that she hadn't worn one of the sexier bras in her collection this morning. Mr Williams was a teacher, a noble profession, and he deserved the best that she had to offer. Still, she'd do the best that she could with what she was wearing; a white shirt which buttoned down the front and a white bra.

"Stop what, sir?" Tania asked, as one of her hands slipped around to her teacher's front, and massaged his chest, while the other went up to her own chest.

"Tani, Tania, I, uh..." Mr Williams started sweating profusely as Tania's hand slowly crept down his chest.

"Sir, you know I respect you as a teacher, don't you?" Tania asked, undoing her shirt. "You know that I think you're a really good teacher."

Tania's hand had reached Mr William's pants, and he decided it was time to stand up and end this.

"Tania," he started, standing up and turning around. He was hit, rather unexpectedly, with the sight of her standing before him topless but a bra. "Tania!"

"Sir," Tania said, coyly biting her lip, and looking up at her teacher with huge eyes, "You know I only want to learn."

"Tania, we really can't..."

Mr Williams trailed off as Tania reached behind herself, and undid her bra. Her firm young breasts were bare in front of him, and he couldn't stop himself from licking his lips as he looked at her pert pink nipples.

Tania grabbed Mr William's hands, and slowly led them to her breasts.

"Oh, yes, sir!" she exclaimed as they made contact. "Teach me! Teach me everything you know!"

Mr William's mind was a complete blank as he played with his young student's breasts. The last time he'd played with breasts like this, he had been in his twenties.

As Mr Williams tweaked her nipples, Tania managed to fight through the fog of lust overwhelming her mind for long enough to remember how to undo a pair of jeans. She slipped the belt off Mr William's waist, undid his button, unzipped his fly, and came as she saw his member.

Mr Williams was overwhelmed as he saw the young girl orgasm at the mere sight of his 63 year-old penis, erect for the first time in many months. He staggered back onto his chair, while Tania's orgasm literally brought her to her knees in front of her.

After she had come, she was overcome with guilt. Here she was, orgasming and having all the pleasure, and all she'd left poor old Mr Williams with was a handful and eyeful of her young tits. Well, she was going to make up for it, and she was already in the right position to do so.

Tania leant forward, and slowly slid the old man's member into her mouth. It tasted better than any cock she'd ever had in her mouth before, and she'd had a fair few in her time. Mr Williams, meanwhile, was in heaven. When he was younger, he'd had his fair share of girls, but as he got older, they got less interested, and he got less interested. The last time he'd received a blowjob, he'd been 35, and while he vividly remembered the sensations, they paled in comparison to the enthusiastic blowjob he was receiving now.

Looking up at her teacher, Tania was satisfied that he was enjoying himself. She expertly deepthroated him, and used one hand to tweak her own breasts, and the other to play with his wrinkly old testicles.

The advantages of age, Tania thought lovingly, she'd been blowing him for five minutes now, and he didn't even seem to be close to coming. She closed her eyes, and let the pure joy of what she was doing wash over her. Mr Williams, looking down at the young nymph who was heartily blowing him, and playing with herself at the same time, lost himself in the moment as well.

Twenty minutes later, when the bell rang for the end of break, Tania rushed to lick up her elderly teacher's cum, while he tried to straighten the room up before the first students arrived. Tania gave him a thirty second kiss, blinked twice, licked her lips, and said "Thank you sir. I'll see you next lesson." before running to her next class.

Mr Williams had always enjoyed teaching Legal Studies, but he knew now that it was about to become his favourite class. As the next class wandered in, he sat down at his desk, and slowly continued copying his notes over to Tania's book

    Chapter 12


Rinny looked at her camera. She generally took about 20 photos per day, and could usually edit one or two of them to look spectacular. Today, however, she simply wasn't happy with any of the photos, and she'd taken 50+. She had a look at her photos, and she couldn't work out what was wrong. None of the photos were bad, it was just that none of them /motivated/ her.

For as long as she could remember, Rinny had wanted to be a professional photographer. Generally she specialised in landscapes, but she had taken photos of animals before, which had worked quite well for her. When she had turned 11, her parents had bought her Adobe Photoshop, and within a month, she could do almost anything with photos.

Rinny's preoccupation with the digital world had caused repercussions on her social life. For the first few years of high-school, she had been extremely shy. She could easily have been one of the more popular girls in school; though only standing tall, she had a great body. Not that anyone knew, of course, as she kept it covered up. Her big break popularity-wise, however, was when Alex had decided to apply to a modelling agency. Rinny had heard about it, and volunteered her services as a photographer. She wasn't fantastic at photographing people, but she had a good printer, and printed out some shots that would have set Alex back a good three or four hundred dollars.

Alex had appreciated it, and to their surprise, the two had gotten along quite well. Alex had introduced Rinny to the rest of her friends. Rinny quickly realised that this was her one chance at popularity, and grabbed it with both hands. Within a few weeks, she was one of the gang. Since then, she had enjoyed ruling the roost along with her friends. Occasionally, she took a shot of the entire group, and printed a few copies up, but generally she got by on her charms, rather than her technological skill.

Despite sitting with one of the more fashionable groups at school, Rinny hadn't changed her policy on showing off her body. She, along with Kerin and Liesel, were along the more conservative dressers of the group, and Rinny was quite happy for it to stay that way. She felt that covering up her body added a bit of allure, but perhaps it was adding a bit too much allure. Rinny had never had a boyfriend, a fact which had not gone unnoticed by the rest of the group. They had been surprisingly good about it, pitying instead of shunning her. Of course, Rinny wanted to be neither pitied nor shunned.

Rinny sighed, and went back to skimming the photos she had taken. Typically, she took photos of landscapes, however one photo caught her eye. It was originally of a landscape, but a local family had wandered in, and Rinny had framed the photo to feature them. She liked it, and in a flash realised what her photos were missing. The human element! She'd gotten so used to taking photos of inanimate objects and of landscapes that she had forgotten to try to even it out with photos of people, going about their daily life, or perhaps in unusual situations.

She took another look at the photo, and decided not to edit that one tonight. While the family of four was featured, it was still primarily a landscape shot, and she was in the mood for editing a more person-oriented photo. She briefly looked through her sorted collection of 10 000+ photos, before realising that none of them would fit the bill, and she'd have to take some more tonight.

An only child, Rinny was alone in the house. Her parents were out at a show of some kind, and wouldn't be back until late. She had the whole house to herself.

So Rinny set up a tripod, set her camera onto auto-timer, and sat on her parent's bed (it was the room with most room) to have a photo taken. She was still wearing her pink pyjamas, she reasoned that noone but herself would see these photos, so there was no need for embarrassment. She took photos of herself in various different poses, looking off to the side, lying flat on the bed, kneeling, and on her back. The time blurred, and at the end of the shoot, Rinny was surprised to find that she'd been there almost an hour, and taken over 200 photos.

Getting back to the computer, she felt slightly different. It was as if there was a warmth inside her, a glow of some kind. It just felt so good to pose in front of a camera, so ... sexy. She shook it off, and looked through the photos she'd taken. Most of them were fairly mundane, and she was disappointed to still find herself uninspired.

If she'd thought about it, she might have noticed that her pussy was getting slightly damp at the thought that she'd have to go back and take more photos. Rinny, being without a boyfriend for the 18 years she'd been alive was no stranger to masturbation, but she only masturbated once a month, and except for those rare times of self-pleasure, she never thought about her "down there" area. So Rinny scanned through the photos without noticing her growing arousal.

Until, that is, photo number 137. When she reached photo 137, she sat upright suddenly. It was as if someone had connected a pleasure battery straight to her cunt, and she'd received an electric shock. At first glance, photo 137 looked pretty much the same as the others. It was a photo of herself kneeling, looking off to the side, and perhaps pushing her chest slightly forward. It was her chest which had drawn her attention however, as through the missing button on her pyjama shirt, if you looked closely, you could clearly see Rinny's left nipple.

Rinny spent a surprising amount of time staring at this photo. There was something so sublimely sexy about a photo of your nipple being on your hard- drive. One press of the wrong button, and it could easily be on the internet, flying around, with millions of people looking at it, looking at her naked...

Rinny was in a hot sweat. Her pussy, which had been slightly damp before was now almost dripping. The idea of photos of her naked were so sexy.

Almost in a trance, Rinny disconnected her camera, and went back to her parent's bedroom. Taking off her pyjama top and pants, she set up the camera, and got back on the bed. After all, it wasn't as if nude photos were a new thing. Nude photos were artistic, and had been since the invent of the camera. With her camera on an auto-timer again, she started posing. Each flash of the camera was like a fresh bolt of electricity straight to her cunt. Her panties were starting to get soaked, but she didn't want to take them off. Photos of yourself topless were almost explainable, but completely nude photos were something else.

After the first 250 or so photos, the spark started to go out of the nude photoshoot. Rinny was panting heavily, and it was as if her pussy was on fire, but with each new flash of the camera, it slightly lessened. Frustrated (both sexually and artistically), Rinny pulled on her nipples, in an attempt to calm her hungry pussy, and let her think. As soon as she touched her nipple, her camera flashed again, and she almost came on the spot.

The idea of a photo catching her most intimate moments, her masturbating, was what relit the flame. As the camera took photos, she tugged and tweaked at her nipples, her pussy thrusting upwards, her face in the turmoiled pose of ecstacy. Rinny pulled at her nipples for 10 minutes, then when she could bear it no longer, she ripped off her panties (her camera going off at that moment, in what she hoped would make a great photo.)

Without her panties to stem the flow, her pussy juices almost started gushing onto her parent's bedsheet. Within moments of taking off her underpants, however, Rinny's hands were down there, opening herself up to expose at the camera, inside herself (for the first time; normally she masturbated in the shower, using nothing but the showerhead) and rubbing at her most sensitive parts. It only took 11 photos, and Rinny was cumming, cumming harder than she ever had before, and causing the wet patch on her parent's bed to double in size.

As Rinny came down from her orgasm, she looked seductively at the camera, as it flashed, taking photo after photo of her hot, flushed, sweaty, sexy body. Her nipples were so hard that they ached, but as Rinny was about to reach up to take care of them, her camera abruptly switched off. The battery must have died.

The urge to rub herself completely subsided almost instantly, and Rinny got up to plug her camera back into its charger, and into the computer to download the photos. As they downloaded, she blinked twice, and wondered what she could do with them. There were too many to individually edit, but she could do a quick fix on the lot, and then perhaps set them up as a slideshow? Mentally, she started going through all the steps, but when the photos finished loading, she skimmed through them, stopping on photo 383. That was the exact moment that she'd had an orgasm.

Rinny sat and stared at it for quite a while. Her eyes were rolled back in her head, her right hand was deep in her pussy while her left roughly pulled at one of her nipples. Her legs were spread wide apart, and her butt was lifted off the bed. Her tongue lolled freely in her mouth, and her entire body was covered with a sexy red flush.

"Now that," Rinny thought, "was a Kodak moment."

    Chapter 13


Carly woke early, at the crack of dawn. She hadn't slept well last night - after using her dog Alistair as a sex aid, she'd tossed and turned all night, as horny as could be. Even as she awoke, her first thought was "Is that a cock?"

It was indeed a cock, but not the type Carly hoped for. It was the rooster, crowing as the sun came up, and reminding her that she had to get up and do all her chores. Yawning, Carly tossed on her "work" overalls - she had two sets of clothing, the trendy type which she wore to school, and her work clothes which got dirty as she did her chores around the farm.

Carly's parents owned a wheat farm, but as with any farm, they owned a few stables full of animals as well. There were cows, chickens, a few dogs like Alistair, and Carly's personal favourite, the horses. Carly rode horses in all the showjumping competitions that the community had, and more often than not, won. It was her responsibility to take care of all the horses, and that was what she was doing now.

An hour and a half later, all the horses were fed, cleaned, and ready for the day ahead. Carly had about an hour to kill before she had to start getting ready for school, and traditionally she used this time to ride the horses. Today, however, her heart wasn't in it. She considered going back inside and "practising" sex with Alistair some more, but knew that any minute her parents would be going back inside to have breakfast, and she didn't want to risk being caught.

So today she was sitting there patting her favourite horse, and talking to it about the troubles she'd been having at school lately.

" ... so then Kerin said that laziness was a sign of the devil, and of course Natasha chimed in. I mean, God, like they've ever done a decent day's work in their life."

She trailed off. Her mind wasn't really in the current bitching's of her group, and she knew that if she wanted to talk about it, any number of the girls she sat with would be interested in a good gossip session. Instead, her mind drifted to sex. She wondered how big the average penis size was. Alistair's had been about8 inches, but he was a dog about half the size of a man. Did that mean that a man's penis would be about 16 inches? Perhaps her practise on Alistair hadn't been nearly enough, and if she ever needed to give a blowjob, she'd end up embarrassed, and the subject of ridicule for years to come.

Carly's cheeks went red at just the idea. She couldn't risk that happening! She had to find an animal with a bigger penis, a larger cock to practise on. As soon as the thought entered her mind, she glanced down at the horse she was gossiping to. Marcus, his name was, her very own horse, and the one she had won the most medals with. She wondered if a horse's penis would be the same size as a man's.

Using the logic she'd used a few minutes ago, she knew that it would probably be far bigger. But perhaps if she practised on something bigger, then when she got to the real thing, she'd be so good that they'd consider her an expert. She'd seen horse's penises erect before, but she'd been so embarrassed that she'd looked away immediately, and thus couldn't remember what size they were.

Carly knelt down on the dirty stable floor. There it was, hanging freely between Marcus's legs. Soft, it was almost as big as Alistair's had been erect, which Carly considered to be quite a good sign. Carly made sure that Marcus was calm, and unlikely to trample her, then knelt back down, and gently reached out her hand to touch it.

It felt a lot like Alistair's cock had felt last night, rubbery to the touch. Trying to remember what she'd done last time, Carly enveloped it with her hand, and slowly began to stroke it. It was warm in her hand, and almost relaxing, slowly stroking the horse's large cock with her tiny, cold hand. Marcus made a slight noise, but Carly could tell he wasn't annoyed, just a bit surprised, and maybe slightly tense.

"Well," thought Carly, "I'll soon get rid of that tension.", and increased the speed of her rubbing slightly. She watched as the large horse cock inflated like a balloon, getting to about 18 to 20 inches. To Carly's surpise, it was much thinner than she expected, but she hoped that this would just make it easier to deal with. Carly didn't want her parents knowing what she was doing, so rather than get her overalls too dirty, she quickly took them off (along with her underclothes) and, stark naked, knelt underneath her favourite showhorse.

She wasn't entirely sure how she was going to manage this, so rather than just trying to swallow it, Carly started by licking her master's - Marcus's, she quickly corrected herself - cock, up and down a few times. Like Alistair's before, she loved the taste of the salty hole at the end, so she spent quite a few minutes licking up the dick to get to the salty treat at the end. Holding the horse's large member with one hand, her other was between her legs, fiddling away as if she'd been doing it all her life.

Eventually, Carly decided that it was time to try this. She carefully positioned herself at the end of Marcus's cock, and slid the head into her mouth. The head alone almost caused her cheeks to bulge, but she knew that if she tried hard enough, she could get the entire thing into her. Lubricating the head by licking around it, she savoured the taste and feeling of the cock in her mouth. It was a good thing, she reflected, that she'd taken her panties off, because otherwise she would definitely have had to change them before school. She was gushing juices at this point, and her hand was soaking wet.

Carly tried to slip a few more inches into her mouth, but she'd gotten no more than 3 in before she hit a barrier of some kind. She paused, and contented herself (and Marcus) by moving her mouth back and forth over those 3 or 4 inches, sucking and using her tongue like a pro. Marcus was starting to get a bit restless, so she tried again, slightly slower this time. When she reached 3 inches, she was glad to find no barrier, and continued sucking. Carly managed to reach 9 inches, an inch more than she had managed with Alistair, but couldn't work out how to go any further.

Annoyed, (she didn't want to be known as "that girl who couldn't give good head") she decided that if she couldn't take more than 9 inches with her mouth, she'd have to find some other way to content her master. Her man! Some other way to content her man. But Carly's parents had raised her never to leave a job half-done, so Carly went back to the blowjob with gusto. After a few minutes, Carly was taking 9 inches with ease, not having to slowly inch it down as she'd had to the first time.

The feeling of a horse's cock in her mouth was so ... educational. She used the opportunity to work out what she could do with the 10 or so inches which weren't making it in, and though she reluctantly had to drag her hand away from her own aching pussy, she used her juices as lubrication, and jerked off the horse as she blew him.

Without her hand there to stem the tide, Carly's wet cunt was gushing pussy- juices, and getting hotter and hotter. Carly had just managed to take 12 whole inches of horse cock into her mouth and throat when the horse started cumming, pumping directly into her stomach. Carly quickly tried to withdraw her mouth enough that she could taste the cum before she swallowed it, but slipped and fell backwards. Marcus was still pumping semen, but now it was going all over her body. (she thanked her lucky stars that she had thought to take her outfit off first).

Lying on her back in the dirt, with horse cum covering her body, Carly forgot who she was or what she was doing, and just started smearing the cum all over herself. Covering her breasts, she tweaked her nipples before using both hands to smear the sticky substance all over her wet cunny. As soon as the cum touched her pussy, she found herself cumming, thrusting upwards against an imaginary cock, and trying to get as much sweet, beautiful horse sperm into herself as she could. After thirty seconds, Carly returned back to herself, blinked twice, and stood up. Horse cum dripped off her wet, beautiful body, and she patted Marcus on the nose.

"Good boy, Marcus, good boy."

Cleaning herself off consisted of eating as much of the horse's delicious, salty cum as she could, hosing herself down, and getting back into her overalls. Carly went back inside, but paused to admiringly stare at her master - Marcus, at her Marcus! and reflect on how much she'd learnt this morning, before returning inside.

When Carly's parents asked what she wanted for breakfast, she just grinned, and replied that she'd had a more than large enough feed already.

    Chapter 14


Heath had been nervous about picking up his kid sister from school all day. It was getting harder for him to think of her as that since last night, when she had snuck into his room after everyone else was asleep, and given him the best blowjob he'd ever had. He'd considered trying to talk it out with her, but he was afraid that he'd again give into temptation. He knew that sex with his baby sister was wrong, but that wasn't stopping him from getting a hard-on every time he thought about it.

Finally, he'd decided that rather than risk another one-on-one encounter, he'd bring his younger brother, Van along. Van's real name was Frank, and until he was about 13, he'd been called "Froh" for short. At the age of 13, however, he'd decided that his one ambition in life was to own a van, and drive around town in it. He obsessed about it, and as a joke, everyone started calling him "Van". It had caught on, and now everyone called him Van all the time.

When he'd turned 18, his wish had finally come true, and it was in Van's van that Heath was picking up Freia.

"Here she is," Heath said, as they slowed down to let her jump in. There were only two seats, so Freia would have to ride in the back, while the two boys stayed up the front. Freia got in the van, but not after shooting Heath a meaningful look which had his pants bulging in no time.

"Oh, that reminds me," Van said. "I need to pick up some new speakers from around the corner. I don't want them rattling around loose in the back, so you'll have to ride with Freia, and I'll put the speakers in your seat."

Heath went pale. He had no real grounds for objecting, but he considered doing it anyway. If he was to ride in the back with Freia, he was sure that within minutes, he'd be riding Freia in the back. He soon realised, however, that if he objected, he'd cause fuss, and Van might get suspicious.

Reluctantly, Heath got out of the car, helped Van load his new speakers in the front, and got in the back with Freia. He was amazed at the sight which waited for him; Freia had, in anticipation, taken off her school uniform and neatly folded it. She stood before him in her bra and knickers, however clearly she'd been planning this all day, as she was wearing the most risque set of underwear Heath had ever seen. A black, lacy, push-up bra, and panties so slight that he suspected they were about to dissolve, particularly considering the amount of juices soaking it through.

"Freia, we really shouldn't..." Heath started, before Freia held her hand up to her lips, and gestured that Van could hear every word they said. Heath immediately stopped talking, and tried to mime "We shouldn't be doing this; incest is morally wrong, and I really don't feel comfortable thinking of you as a sex object", but he had gotten no further than "W" when Freia started kissing him.

Heath melted into Freia's kiss, just as she hoped he would. Ever since the clumsy blowjob she'd given him, Freia had been feeling horny, horny, horny. All day at school, every male she'd looked at had looked like Heath, and from there it was only a small step into the deviant sexual acts they could perform together. She knew that it was wrong to lust after her brother like she did, but the wrongness only made it sexier, which made her lust more, creating a vicious circle.

Kissing his little sister was everything that Heath had expected it to be, and more. Ever since her inpromptu blowjob, he hadn't been able to get his sexy little sister out of his mind. After she'd left, he'd jerked off three more times just thinking about her, but Heath was still incredibly horny. His sister's tongue darted into his mouth, and he forced his own into hers. His hands started wandering, starting at her taut stomach, moving down to her long, long legs, exploring those for a while, but eventually he reached her firm, tight arse, and pulled her against him.

Freia could feel Heath's erect member pushing against his pants. Reluctant though she was to break off the kiss which was causing butterflies in her stomach, and explosions in her panties, she knew she had to free her brother's cock, and worship it like she had last night.

Heath was momentarily disappointed when Freia broke off the kiss, but grinned when he realised why she was slithering down his body. She unzipped his pants, and his dick sprung out, almost hitting her in the face. To his surprise, instead of slipping it in her mouth, she merely stroked it a few times, then brought her body back against his as she came face-to-face with him once more. Heath leant down, and Freya whispered into his ear,

"I want you to do me."

"I ... I can't, Freia. It's wrong." Heath whispered back, hating himself for it every moment. Rather than the counter-argument which Heath expected, Freia stepped back. Heath knew he had won, but wished to God that he had lost.

Rather than backing off, however, Freia had merely stepped back to undo her bra. Heath's eyes nearly bulged out when he saw his sister's young, small, firm, and incredibly suckable tits. Combined with her now completely transparent knickers, Freia stood in front of Heath as good as nude.

Heath had visualised his sister naked many times since last night, but not even his wildest visions of her came even close to the real thing. She reminded him of a wood elf, or a pixie or a nymph of some kind. Judging by the look of lust on her face, she was at least a nymphomaniac of some kind. Without even realising it, Heath's hand went to his cock, and started pumping. The girl in front of him was infinitely better than any of the girls in Playboy, Penthouse, or any of the sites on the internet that he frequented. What's more, she was horny, and willing to do anything that he wanted.

But he couldn't. Heath was just opening his mouth to tell his horny sibling that they couldn't go through with it, when the van turned a particularly sharp corner. Suddenly Freia was thrown against him, and he was touching her, grabbing her, feeling her, groping her...

The next few moments were a blur in Heath's mind, but the next thing that he remembered was that Freia was on all fours in the middle of the van, her panties had been torn off, and he was pumping his thick cock into her pussy. Judging by the sporadic spasms wracking Freia's body, she was enjoying it, and Heath knew that he would never find a fuck as good as this again in his life.

"Are you two okay back there?" Van asked.

"Oh god," Freia panted in reply, "Yeah, we're, we're, oh God we're fine."

"Uh, okay." Van said, and presumably was happy with this answer, as he didn't ask any more questions.

Heath wasn't surprised that Van was suspicious, Freia was giving off little moans, squeaks and squeals, and Heath was grunting with every thrust. His sister's pussy was so wet, so tight, and seemed to have been made just for his 8 inch cock. Every time he pushed into her, she seemed to cum, and Heath knew that he wouldn't be long himself. He reached around in front of his sister, and played with her tits as he did her doggy-style.

Freia was in total bliss. Her brother's cock seemed to fill her up like no other cock had before it, despite the fact that she'd had larger. Freia had slept with 4 or 5 boyfriends in her time, although she'd never given a blowjob before. She'd always been disappointed; with the picture that the media painted about sex, she'd expected fireworks, or at least an orgasm. Now she understood what she'd been doing wrong - she'd been fucking the wrong men. With Heath inside her, she was feeling more randy than she'd felt even while cumming last night. When Heath reached around and started playing with her nipples, she completely lost track of where she was, and just concentrated on the fireworks going on in her head and her cunt.

Despite the cold metal of the van floor, the cramped conditions, and the movement of the vehicle, Heath couldn't imagine sex being any better. Incest truly was best, he realised, the chemistry between his sister and him was greater than the sexiest girl in the world doing a lap dance for him. Of course, he soon corrected, his sister probably was the sexiest girl in the world, and she was doing much more than a lap dance for him. Her erect nipples were almost dancing in his hand, and her tight, wet, warm, soft, fantastic cunt couldn't possibly be paralleled.

Heath was just about to cum when it happened. The van door opened, and Van stood there, looking shocked.

"What the fuck is going on here!?" he exclaimed. Freia and Heath had been so engrossed in their animal rutting that they hadn't noticed that they'd arrived at home, the van stopping, or Van getting out and walking around to the back.

Heath looked up, still thrusting away, and noticed Van looking angry and shocked. Freia looked up, and all that she noticed was that he was sporting an erection.

"Come here," she said, and to Van's surprise, he found himself obeying. There's something about a girl who is almost at a primal level of heat which makes it hard for a guy to disobey. With Heath supporting her by cupping her tits, Freya was able to lift her hands up and unzip Van's fly. He just stood there in shock while she pulled out his erect penis and started sucking.

When Van had heard the grunting noises coming from the back of his van, he hadn't known what to expect. His brother and sister engaging in a good hard doggie-style fucking was definitely quite low on the list, and he found himself angry, confused, surprised, and unexpectly - jealous. Why should Heath get to fuck their little sister? Van missed out on everything; he wasn't popular with the girls, he wasn't as smart as Heath, and except for owning his van, Van had never really accomplished anything in his life. So when Freia pulled out his dick and proceeded to blow him, Van felt that feeling of satisfaction which you only really get when you've finally received your due.

Freia, meanwhile, was amazed. She had thought that being fucked by her brother had felt good, but having two holes filled at once was unbelievable. Just the knowledge that she was being double-teamed by her two older brothers was enough to make her cum on the spot, though Freia tried to continue focussing on the blowjob she was giving Van. She felt so proud, to be bonding with both of her brother's at once. She was really bringing them closer together as a family.

Unlike Heath, Van had not cum 4 times in the past 20 hours, was brought to orgasm quickly. The sight of his naked sister cumming, her cunt wrapped around Heath's cock, her mouth eagerly sucking on his cock as it roughly thrust into her mouth, and her breasts being fondled by her older brother, it was enough to tip him over the edge.

Heath, meanwhile, had used all of his willpower trying not to come when Freia's cunt clamped down on his the first time, but as Van's semen went down her throat, Freia found herself cumming again, and her gurgles of pleasure tipped Heath over the edge. As he squirted his juice into her needy pussy, he found himself squeezing Freia's tits so hard that she cried out in pain, which quickly turned back into a cry of pleasure.

As soon as she had finished cumming, Freia collapsed on the floor, completely drained. Cum leaked from her pussy on to the hard metal of the van, but Van didn't mind. He'd always wanted to own a van, but he'd never before seen all the possibilities that owning one would bring. After a few minutes, Freia looked up at her two brothers, and they just stared back at her in adoration. With a mouth still half full of cum, she blinked twice and grinned. She had a plan to bring her father into the fun as well...

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