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Family Girl Copyright (c) 2011 by Cody Although many elements of this story are fiction, much of it is based on my real-life experiences coming of age in the mid- to late-70's. Disclaimer: this story contains subjects that are not suitable for all audiences, such as underage sex, homosexuality and references to incest. If such things are illegal in your area, stop reading now. If such things offend you, I can't help but to wonder: what were you were thinking when you accessed this story? :-) Author's warning: As mentioned, this story contains occasional depictions of underage and homosexual sex and inferences to incest. In no way do I condone the actions of some of this story's characters happening in real life. And while some of this story is fantasy, some of it really happened. This is a story I feel compelled to tell, regardless of how painful it is to tell it, or to read it. All I ask of the reader is a little patience, and to please keep reading. A couple of reviewers have expressed a little confusion about the relations between the main characters introduced so far. I apologize for the confusion. I did say in the story text that it was complicated. But real life can be very complicated and, other than the names, the relations I described are completely *factual*. Perhaps it would have been better not have been so detailed, but it's too late for that now. In any case, let's clear that confusion away, shall we? Patricia is the mother of Joey/Joanne, Darryl and Rita. She divorced those kids' birth father when Joanne was five and that "father" has no other part in this story at all. Fred got married to a woman years before. That woman had a daughter from a previous marriage of *hers*; the daughter is named Stephanie. Stephanie's father is *not* mentioned in this story at all. After Fred and the woman were married, *they* had a son together themselves and named him Patrick. Subsequently, Fred and the woman divorced, too. Fred met Patricia some time later and they were married. And there's where he comes into the story. I hope that helps. Thanks for your patience. *** *** *** Part 6 I was lying on Mandy's bed alone, still fully clothed. Bob had left a little while after I'd sucked his cock; he had to get to his silly football game, even though he wasn't starting because he'd missed practice the day before. Greg had left a little while after that, saying he had stuff to do that he didn't go into. Jamie and Randy were still down the hall in one of the extra bedrooms. Before leaving, Greg had shared some more of that wonderful weed and I was now floating along, eyes closed, feeling all tingly again, and warm, enjoying the music playing on Mandy's stereo. I thought about what had happened with Bob; not only about how much I had loved doing him, but also about how big a step I'd taken along my new path in life. I was now officially a cocksucker. I would always be a cocksucker; you can't undo something like that. But I also wanted more. I wanted to do it again, and with other boys; boys whose cocks could fit all the way into my mouth. I hoped one day to be able to go all the way down on Bob but I knew there was no way for that to happen without a lot of practice. Mandy had been right about that, as always; she knew so much! I also thought about my next step. I didn't want to wait for it. I wanted to get fucked. But if I couldn't handle Bob's cock in my mouth, which can open wide, there was no way it was going to fit into my pussy, not yet. Maybe not for a long time. More practice! Mandy was sitting at her vanity fixing her make-up. I didn't want to fix my face yet. I liked the dirty feeling of Bob's sticky, dried cum on my cheeks and chin, crusted on my eye brows, and around my smeared lips. I idly pushed on the front of my skirt over my crotch, feeling the tiny bump of my clitty in my still-damp panties. Having a cum while sucking off my boyfriend was something I'd never expected or imagined possible. But I'd done it. Maybe I wasn't broken after all. I liked that idea. "So, how did ya like the taste?" I opened my eyes to see Mandy walking over to stand next to the bed. "I loved it!" I said happily. She was wearing just her skimpy, lacey panties, as was her habit in the afternoons. I admired the swell of her B-cup breasts, and her curvy body, and her puffy pussy lips under her panties. I wasn't at all surprised by the damp spot showing there. I idly wondered if it was Greg's cum leaking out or if it was her own. "You were so right about boy's cum!" I sat up and Mandy sat beside me, one leg crossed in front of her, the other dangling off the bed. "I just wish boys could do it more; twice wasn't enough cum." I patted my tummy and smiled. "Damn, babe, you're comin' along so fast!" Mandy laughed. "Thanks, teach!" I ran a hand along the smooth calf of her leg. "You were right about Bob, too," I added. "I could barely get my mouth over the head of his beautiful cock." Mandy leaned forward and kissed me, forcing me to lie back down. I could taste the sweet mix of her saliva, weed and boy's cum. I greedily suckled on her tongue and wrapped my arms around her neck. "God! You are such a doll!" she gasped out after breaking our kiss. "You're gonna turn out so great!" She sat back astride me, her pussy resting on me over my crotch, rocking up and down while she talked. "Just remember what I told you. Bob isn't the only boy that has lots and lots of hot, juicy cum for you!" "I know. I want some more already." I smoothed my palms on her knees on either side of me. "Mandy? When can I learn about gettin' fucked?" I was so anxious to become what I wanted to be. If having a cock in my pussy felt anywhere near as good as a finger, I knew I would love it, and that meant getting closer to being the girl I thought Daddy wanted me to be. "What's the hurry, Joanne?" she asked with a smile. She put her hands over mine. "It's only your second day of slut training." I couldn't help but laugh along with her. She seemed to always know how to make me laugh. "I want to be just like you, Mandy. As much as I can." "You don't have any idea what you just said, babe," she replied with a sudden worried look on her beautiful face. "Maybe not, but I don't wanna waste any more time." I did really want to be just like her, but I couldn't tell her I was also in a hurry so that Daddy would take me and leave Rita alone. I couldn't take the chance that he would do to Rita what Tammy's father was doing to her. "I wanna be fucked, Mandy! I have to be!" I was begging and I knew it. Mandy looked at me for a minute, her brows unfurrowed and a smile slowly grew on her face. I looked up at her hopefully. "Okay, then. Stay put," she said. She climbed off the bed, went to her dresser, and looked through the top-left drawer a minute. She took her hand out, holding something inside her clenched fingers. She grabbed her drink off her vanity table and walked back to the bed. "Are you sure you're ready, Joanne?" "Yes!" Even I could hear the desperation in my voice. "Please?!" I sat up. "Okay, but if you don't like it, don't say I didn't ask." She held the drink out to me and opened her other hand to show me a small, yellowish- white pill with some tiny lettering on it. "Here, take this," she said. I took the drink and the pill from her. I held the pill up and looked at it. I was used to taking pills to turn my body girly, but I couldn't figure out what taking a pill had to do with getting fucked. "What is it?" "It's called a 'lude'." I'd never heard of it and hesitated. "Quaalude. Come on, babe, if you wanna get fucked so soon, then you have to take that pill." I quickly put the pill on my tongue and swallowed it down with some of her drink. The drink had a really weird tasted, very sweet but something else, too. I'd thought it was Coke and ice. "What's that?" I asked, handing her back the glass. "Just a little whiskey and Coke, sweetie." She took the glass and drank the rest of it down. "You like?" She looked at me with a satisfied smile. "Yeah, I guess." I shrugged my shoulders. It didn't taste bad. I was only a little shocked to find out that Mandy drink booze. I guessed it was just part of being a slut and figured I'd probably start doing it, too, soon. "What's a 'lude' gonna do to me?" She sat back on the bed and put her arms around me. "It'll help you relax," she said, "especially down there." She reached under my skirt to touch me between my thighs near my pussy. "And it'll also make you feel real good for a while; I mean *really* good!" She smiled and kissed me. "I use 'em sometimes, when I don' wanna think too much about what I'm doing so I can enjoy it. Lay back on the bed, babe, and let it do its thing." She guided me down and I tried to relax. She got up and went to the door with her glass of half-melted ice cubes. "It's gonna take a few minutes to start working, doll. I'll be back with your next lesson in bit," she laughed. "Okay, Ms. Wilson," I said, smiling through my nervousness *** *** *** I lay there for a while just thinking, anticipating what that 'next lesson' was going to be. I had no idea what Mandy had planned but I knew it involved getting fucked. That's all that mattered to me. The little sip of whiskey I'd had from Mandy's drink made me feel a little warm, but that was all. After a while I started to feel a little dizzy and sleepy, and I'm sure I'd passed out. I had some really weird dream where I was this tiny little fairy with wings and everything, flying around kissing and licking giant cocks until they shot fountains of sticky, syrupy cum into the air and I flew around trying to catch it. I awoke to the sound of voices talking outside Mandy's bedroom door, but I didn't understand what they were saying. If I had actually fallen asleep then only my mind had done it, because my hands were busy. One hand was rubbing and squeezing a breast while the other hand had pulled up my skirt and was inside the triangle of my g-string playing with my clitty. I felt so incredibly good, more tingly and sensual than I'd ever felt, and I could only think about one thing: cock, cock and more cock. I'd become obsessed with pleasing it, with worshipping it, with knowing intimately every cock in the world. I whispered to myself: "I'm a slut; I love cock; I'm a slut; I love cock" over and over, and I felt prouder than I'd ever felt. At least, that's what I thought I whispered, because all that came out was a stream of "shlut-cock-shlut-cock". I only wished these feelings I was having would never, ever end. I heard the sound of the door opening but I was having too much fun to bother looking. After a time, I heard a voice speak. "She's really into it, now," the voice said. I opened my eyes and I saw Randy standing at the foot of the bed, smiling. He was looking at me rubbing and playing with myself but I felt too good to stop. I heard movement and turned to see Mandy and Jamie standing beside the bed. They were also smiling broadly. "How ya feelin', doll baby?" Mandy asked me. "Feel shooo gooood," I slurred. I had a sudden wicked thought. I grabbed both of my little breasts and pushed them up. "Make bigger!" was all I managed to say. It was hard to think, and I didn't really want to anyway. I slid my hands up and down my body, writhing and rubbing my thighs together. Mandy laughed as she watched me. "They'll get there, honey," she said. "So, ya little slut-wannabe, still wanna get fucked?" I held my hands above my head, clenching and unclenching my tingly fingers, over and over. I opened my legs as wide as I could, thrusting up my hips so they'd notice my exposed clitty. "Yesh!" I said. "Fuck! Yesh fuck yesh fuck fuck fuck." I just loved the sound of that word and the feel of my mouth saying it. "Fuuuucck!" I groaned. It seemed like every movement sent tingling waves of pleasure through me. I closed my eyes because I didn't like the bright overhead lights anymore. "Yeeeessshh," I sighed. "Goddamn, what a slut!" I heard Randy say. "I think she's cute," Jamie said in his soft, girly voice. "She sure *looks* ready." "I dunno if her body is, but she wanted it so bad. That's why I gave her the 'lude'. Might make it easier." "She wants it bad, alright," Randy said. "Just be gentle with her. 'Kay, guys?" Mandy asked. I wondered for a second who this 'she' was they were talking about, but then remembered that I was the only other girl in the room. I tried to think about their words but it was so hard. I heard the bedroom door close and I opened my eyes. The room was darker now. "Where Ma-Mandy?" I asked with a hiccup, looking around. Only Randy and Jamie were there with me. They were taking off their clothes. Thoughts of Mandy quickly disappeared as I noticed their sexy naked boy bodies. Randy was faster in his unceremonious stripping and I got a wonderful view of his lean, lanky body as he climbed onto the foot of the bed and crawled on his hands and knees towards me. When I saw his cock I couldn't take my eyes off it; it looked as long as my dildo Tom, but skinny, just like Randy himself. Randy lay down next to me and put his hand onto the front of my panties, and kissed me. He started to kiss my cheeks and forehead, and I couldn't help but whimper. I heard Jamie giggle, and I looked to the side. He was just taking off a pair of sheer, lacey, blue nylon panties! When he tossed them casually to the floor behind him, I took in the vision of his slender, delicate body. He was still a boy but he was just so, so pretty. As he climbed onto the bed I couldn't help but notice that his cock was very different than Randy's; it was short, maybe only four inches long, but very thick around, with a large head. And, unlike Randy's, it was already erect; the tip glistened with a small drop of pre-cum and I wanted to taste it. I loved that taste almost as much as real cum! Randy took me by the wrists and held them over my head while Jamie pulled my tank-top off. I felt so submissive, so relaxed; I decided to let them do whatever they wanted to do with me. They were boys, after all; I was just a slut girl; that's how things were supposed to be, I felt. I enjoyed that feeling. I just laid there and enjoyed the feel of their hands on my hot, tingly skin. Randy turned me by the shoulder to lie on my side away from him. I was looking right into Jamie's face. "You are just so fucking pretty!" he whispered intently. He kissed me and slid his hands up and down my sides. I felt Randy unsnap my bra and slide down the zipper of my skirt. My heart almost jumped out of my throat when I remembered what was going to happen. I was going to get fucked! I'd thought Mandy would just use a dildo on me, but no, I was going to be fucked by a boy's actual warm, fleshy cum-spewing cock! "Don't be scared, Joanne," Jamie whispered to me. I probably looked frightened but the fear fled as I surrendered to Jamie's soft, girlish lips. Randy gently pulled me back down onto my back, and then lifted away the delicate little bra I'd worn and he tossed it carelessly to the floor. "Lift up," he ordered, patting my hip. I obediently raised up my pelvis and he slid the skirt down over my legs and tossed it over his shoulder. He next slid off my tiny g-string panties and threw them behind him to join the rest of my clothes. He was trying to figure out how to remove my garter belt when sweet Jamie stopped him. "Leave that on, baby," he said to Randy. "It looks so cute on her." Randy shrugged his shoulders. "Sure," he said smiling at Jamie. I laid there watching and listening. I felt incredibly good but I didn't know what to do next, and that made be nervous. I so wanted them to like me! "Joanne, honey, just relax, okay?" Jamie said. "Me and Randy are gonna make you feel soo, soo good." He kissed me on my cheek, and then on my eyelids and down my nose back to my lips. Every place his lips kissed me I felt little, fluttery tingles. He slid his hands up and down my tummy as we kissed, and I moaned and whimpered when Jamie's tongue caressed my lips. I instinctively opened my mouth and suckled on his tongue until he pulled it back. I pushed my tongue into his mouth to try to find his tongue again and I groaned as he sucked on mine. Quivery tingles shot down through me right to my crotch. Large, gentle hands began caressing my tingling breasts while I kissed Jamie. I knew they were Randy's hands because I could feel Jamie's delicate hand slide down my tummy to my crotch, freshly shaven that morning before I dressed at home. He hummed into our kiss, sending tickly vibrations through my lips. His searching fingers slid across my clitty, back and forth, flipping it around like a fat little noodle. He cupped my clitty and empty sack for a few seconds before breaking our kiss and asking the inevitable. "Where's your balls, honey?" His voice was husky with passion. "Did you get someone to cut them off for you already?" "Gone away, inside," I answered, or thought I did. I was so delirious with pleasure and need I probably wasn't making any sense. "Uh huh," he said. "How'd that happen?" "Push them up. Mommy pills make me girly," I slurred. I was too high and too deep into the sensation of being touched and caressed and kissed by two boys to be alarmed at divulging such a secret. "I girl now, pretty girl, love cock girl," I babbled. "Prolly the same pills that made these little things," Randy said. "Cop a feel, Jamie." "My boooobieees," I said, giggling. The giggling turned to a loud "oh! oh! oh!" when I felt both nipples first tickled with fingers and then kissed. They each took one, licking kissing sucking biting. They cupped each breast in one hand while another hand caressed and massaged a different part of my body. I squeezed my eyes closed, pressed my head further back into the pillow. I roughly grasped each of their heads and pressed their faces onto my breasts. My legs flapped open wide, my heels pulled up, my tummy clenched to pull my crotch up in need. I knew what I wanted, and they understood. Their free hands caressed my body down to my crotch, one of them playing with my clitty while another hand slid under it and its fingers rubbed against my pussy and gently probed inside, further and further, wriggling and pushing. I felt such a spasm of unbelievable pleasure I wondered how someone could stay sane with such pleasure. I didn't. "She's finally getting a little hard," a soft voice said. "You should feel this, man, her ass is trying to grab my fingers," another voice said. "I don't fucking believe it." The voice laughed and I liked it because what they said sounded like I was good enough to be liked. I almost cried out in disappointment, though, because neither of my nipples was being suckled anymore. "Fucking," I moaned out. "Fucking fucking fuck fuck fuck." I was trying to say "fuck me" over and over but that's all that came out. I so loved saying that word! I took my breasts in hand and smiled when I felt the wetness from their mouths on my palms. I tried to lose myself in the sensations as they kept playing with my pussy and my clitty. "Wanna do her first?" the laughing voice said. "Nah, bro, she needs you to loosen her up. My fat boy might hurt her. She's still a virgin, ya know." I heard laughter and a drawer slide open, and then shut again. "Not for long," said the other voice, and the both of them laughed. I smiled, because after Mandy's teaching I actually understood what they were talking about, and that 'what' was me, and they were going to fuck me. The finger in my pussy went away and I whimpered like a lost puppy. But a smile grew large on my lips when I opened my eyes: Randy was kneeling between my spread legs, smearing some clear, gooey clear gel all over his beautiful hard cock, and smiling at me. "Doggie, baby," Jamie said to Randy. "I want her to blow me while you take her cherry." I looked over at him confused but he just grinned and played with my clitty. "Good idea!" Randy agreed. "I love slapping soft little asses like hers." He caressed one of my opened thighs. "Hey, Joanne, sweetie?" I looked at him expectantly. I felt so incredibly submissive and needy at the same time, I was ready to do whatever either of them asked of me if it meant getting fucked. "Turn over and get on your hands and knees for me." I didn't hesitate a second. I was getting an idea of what was going to happen now and I couldn't wait! "Wow, she's wantin' it for sure," Randy said. Jamie moved over in front of me on his knees, putting his thick, hard cock against my mouth. It all suddenly made sense, even to my fogged, delirious mind. I knew what to do. I wasn't just going to be fucked. I would be having the glorious cock of a cute, pretty boy in my mouth while the long, skinny cock of a gentle but masculine boy would fuck me. I would be filled with cock at both ends at the same time! I gasped and opened my mouth wide when I felt Randy's fingers smear my pussy with the cool, gooey gel. That was all Jamie needed and he pushed the large head of his cock into my mouth. I needed no other encouragement to begin licking and slurping on his tasty flesh. It smelled a little poopy but I didn't care. I was grateful to have a cock to suck again and, unlike Bob, I could get Jamie all the way into my mouth to feel his pubic hair tickling my lips and nose. I licked and suckled him, keeping my lips rolled over my teeth as my wonderful, sexy teacher had taught me. Jamie started to slide his cock in and out over my tongue and lips slowly, teasingly. "Oooh yeaahh!" he said. "This bitch is gonna be a pro!" He caressed my hair and ears like a dog's and, at that moment, with the position I was in, I realized what Jamie had meant by "doggie". Somehow that seemed funny. I wanted to giggle but my mouth was full of cock. "Not yet!" I heard Randy say from behind me. "Shut up and just fuck the sissy bitch!" Jamie said in a harsh whisper. If I hadn't been so busy sucking his cock I would have laughed at the sound of such an otherwise soft, girlish, lisping voice trying to sound so tough and boyish. "Sorry," Randy said quietly. I wished he would just do what Jamie said. I was going crazy with the constant, intense, tingling pleasure flashing between my pussy, stiffened clitty, and the hard nipples of my dangling, jiggling breasts. With an empty mouth I might have begged for it but I wasn't going to stop licking, sucking and slurping Jamie's cock to beg for Randy to 'just do me!' I wouldn't have made sense anyway. But my eyes flashed open to see Jamie's crotch and pubic hair, and I sucked his cock further into me in a gasp with what I felt next. It wasn't a finger; it was the head of Randy's cock pushing against my pussy hole. Jamie pulled his cock slowly from my desperately sucking mouth and it left with a soft 'pop'. I looked longingly and whimpered at the hard wet cock before me and leaned forward to try and get it back into my mouth. "Just lick me, sweetie," Jamie said gently "I don't want you biting off my cock when Randy pops your ass." They both laughed. I stuck out my tongue and desperately lapped at his hard, pre-cum dripping cock. Randy grabbed me by the hips and started to push against my pussy. "Just relax, baby," he said. Jamie caressed my face. "It hurts the first time but that'll go away eventually." Jamie ran his hands through my hair, dragging his long nails across my scalp and I couldn't help but relax, as I always did when someone did that. Randy pushed a little harder and it did hurt. I squeezed my eyes shut and whimpered again. "It's okay, baby girl, you'll get there," Jamie said. "Act like you're taking a shit, Joanne." I looked at him like he was crazy. He laughed. "I know that doesn't make any sense, trying to push out when you want something inside you. Just trust me!" I tried to relax as I'd been ordered. Randy pushed much harder. I could feel myself opening a little. Randy just kept pushing. I tried to obey Jamie, I wanted to obey, to do what a boy told me, and I tried to poop, and grunted, and then my eyes opened wide with the realization that Randy had pushed into me. I'd done it! I started giggling uncontrollably even with the pain of Randy's cock and looked up at Jamie. "Good girl!" he said. "Such a gooood giirrrll"! Jamie caressed my face again and smiled at me. Randy still hurt me but I was so happy that the pain he gave me dimmed in relation to the pleasure I felt at finally being truly fucked! Randy pushed a little further into me and then slid back out a little. I grimaced at the stinging aching pain I felt. He kept pushing in and out, over and over, the hard ridge of his cockhead sliding in me, caressing me more intensely intimately than any fingers ever could. Randy slowly, agonizingly, pulled out until only the head of his cock remained within. I felt a longing emptiness, even though I reveled in the thought that I was accepting a boy's glorious cock, and I wanted it back! And he gave it to me, in one, quick thrust. The pain of it made me see stars behind the lids of my tightly shut eyes. But something else happened, too, something really good. I felt such an intense burst of pleasure from deep inside me behind my crotch. My eyes opened slowly as Randy rubbed his hairy thighs around against my smooth bottom. The pain was still there but paled in comparison to the pleasure that kept pulsing through me. "That got her," Jamie said with a chuckle. "Go for it, baby!" he said to Randy. Randy began a slow, rhythmic fucking of me and, every time he pushed all the way in and the tops of his thighs brushed against my bottom, I felt that glorious pulse of intense pleasure. I could feel my stiff little dribbling clitty bobbing around, and the tickling of his large, hairy balls brushing against my empty sack. He began to fuck me harder and faster, and all I could do was moan and whimper. Jamie was rubbing his cock into hardness against my face. I smiled and eagerly licked and slurped it back into my drooling mouth. When it was fully hard and all the way in he held the side of my head by my ear, playing with my earring; his other hand lined up his cock so it pointed straight into my mouth so he could fuck my face. "Yeah, just like that ya little slut," he said, his lisp noticeable even to my drug and pleasure fogged mind. I liked listening to it confirm what I knew I was. The word 'slut' resonated there, increasing my pleasure and pride. I really did feel like a slut at that moment. I wished that everyone could see me then: a slutty girl filled with hot, hard cocks at both ends. "Just swallow our cocks like a good girl," Randy said, his voice coming in husky gasps. "We'll do all the work." I felt his hands grip me by the hips to push me off and pull me back onto him. When Randy pulled me onto him, I was pulled off of Jamie; then he would push and Jamie would be back in my mouth and only the head of Randy's cock would be in my pussy. Randy held my hips while Jamie kept my mouth perfectly aligned with him. I could hear the licking and slurping of my mouth and a schlock-slop sound from my pussy. I heard moaning and the sound of kissing from above me, and I felt a warm glow as I realized that Randy and Jamie were somehow kissing each other. The rhythm got faster and faster, the pleasure more and more intense with each passing moment, until I felt that now-familiar icy-fiery explosion of joy envelop my body, my mind, my soul. I could feel my pussy clenching at Randy's cock and I couldn't help but cry out in joy around Jamie's. My joy must have been enough to push Randy over the edge, because I heard him scream out "god! I'm cumming!' He thrust into me harder and faster and I felt hot squirts of cum shoot deep inside me. Randy kept sliding in and out, slowing down as he cummed into me, but Jamie was now literally fucking my face; both his hands tightly gripped my head by the ears, his hips pushing and pulling his cock through my mouth, my tongue desperately trying to lick him. With one final shove he pushed into me and shot glob after glob of hot, sticky delicious cum into my mouth and down my throat. I swallowed all that I could and let the rest dribble out of the sides of my mouth and down my chin. Randy's softening cock slipped lazily out of my sore, pussy. I loved the feeling of his cum leaking out of me. I kept lapping and licking and kissing Jamie's thick, beautiful cock, nuzzling it with my nose, chin, cheeks, trying to cover my face with the last little drops of cum still leaking from it. Jamie caressed my head and hair, rubbing the tops of my ears between his thumb and fingers. I felt so happy, at peace and fulfilled. I felt incredible joy giving pleasure to cock and receiving it in return. "Damn, she just can't get enough of it," I heard Randy say breathlessly from where he was laying beside me. "We gonna switch?" "Nah, baby, no time," Jamie replied. I felt a sudden disappointment that the most fulfilling experience of my life was about to end. "Too bad, man," Randy said. I thought so, too, but I kept worshipping Jamie's cock anyway, hoping to make things last a little longer. "She's so tight and warm, and the way she can grab your dick in a vice when she cums is totally awesome." "Next time, I get her first," said Jamie. Next time? My heart beat faster at the thought. Jamie finally pulled my face away from his crotch. "That's enough, sweetie!" I was in such a daze, cock was all I could think of and it was all I wanted. I was now a cock-hungry cum slut and I loved it! I looked up at Jamie, still on my hands and knees. "I want some more," I said, smiling. "More, please?" "Sorry, Joanne, but me and Randy gotta get home before the old lady has a fit." I must've still been in a daze because that didn't make sense. "What old lady?" I asked. "Our mom, silly." Jamie wiped a bit of his cum from the corner of my mouth and I licked it hungrily from his finger. "I don' understand." "Jamie and I are brothers, sweetie," Randy said, kissing me on the cheek. "You didn't know?" Jamie asked. They laughed at the stunned expression on my face. *** *** *** Jamie and Randy gave me tender kisses on my stunned, speechless face, quickly got dressed, and left me laying there alone. My drug- and lust- fogged mind just couldn't grasp what they'd said. I'd never gotten even a hint that they were related, let alone brothers. It was true: I didn't know them that well. I knew they were a year ahead of me in school; they were good friends of Mandy's and Bob's; and I knew they were lovers. And, apparently, brothers. It made no sense to me at all. But I was feeling too good and too buzzed to think about it much more. The tingles still flashed occasionally all over my body and I slid my hands up and down. My pussy felt good, even though it was stinging and aching. I felt so deliciously dirty from Randy's cum slowly drooling out. My clitty was soft again but it was so small it just poked up at the ceiling, with a little drop of cum leaking out of the pee-hole. My nipples were red and swollen from the boys' intense sucking, licking and biting before The Fuck. That's how I thought of it, in blazing capital letters, burning the memory of it into my brain for the rest of my life. I don't know how long I laid there, savoring every wonderful tingling, stinging, aching sensation before falling into a dreamless sleep. I was gently shaken awake by Mandy. "Joanne, honey, wake up now," she whispered. "It's almost six o'clock. You should get ready to go home." I opened my eyes to see her beautiful, shining face hovering over mine. The room was dimly lit by the last rays of light from the setting sun through the bay window. It framed her angelic face in glowing, yellow- orange halo. My heart and soul swelled with love for my wonderful friend and teacher. I smiled and said: "Thank you, Mandy," as my eyes welled up with tears of happiness. "You're the best friend ever!" I sat up and pulled her into a fierce hug, and kissed her neck and shoulder. "Oh, babe, you are so welcome!" She caressed my back and kissed me on my neck, right where Bob had given me a hickey. We stayed like that for a minute or so, just holding each other. "Come on now, sweet cheeks. Let's get you cleaned up!" "Okay." She let go of me, got up and turned on the lights. Pain briefly stabbed through my eyes before they adjusted to the brightness. I gingerly scooted off the bed. It was then that I saw that her bed sheets were splattered with cum at two ends, and in the middle where I'd been laying was a tiny puddle of cum streaked with blood. "Oh, god, Mandy!" I exclaimed. "I'm bleeding!" Mandy looked to where I was pointing. She stood behind me, wrapped her arms around my waist, and nuzzled her face next to mine. "All girls bleed a little when they lose their virginity, sweetie. It'll be okay." She kissed my shoulder and gently turned me around to face her. "Come with me, we have to clean you up." She took me by the hand and we left her room. At first I was worried about wandering through her house practically naked, but I remembered that Mandy had been doing it all afternoon. And besides, I reasoned: I was a slut; that's what we do. I giggled and stood up straight, pushed my chest our proudly, and tried to wiggle my bottom like Mandy was doing. We didn't get five steps down the hallway before the large double-doors at the end opened up, and out walked a tall, unshaven, dusky-skinned man with close-cropped black hair and deep, dark brown eyes, wearing a very nice looking grey suit. My shyness returned, despite the pride I felt in my status as a newly-christened slut. I huddled behind Mandy. The man was just starting to put on the coat when he saw us. He just looked at us for a moment, and then smiled and walked toward us. "Hey there, Mandy!" he said when he stopped right in front of us. Hey, Mario!" Mandy replied. "Leaving already?" Neither of them seemed the least bit surprised to see each other, or bothered by our near- nudity. "Yeah, got a late dinner meeting at the Monticello Hotel," he said. He had a light Hispanic accent I found very nice to listen to. Mario seemed to be eyeing Mandy lustfully. Then he tried to peer around her at me. His smile got even bigger as he looked me over, from my cum-splattered make-up smeared face to my little jiggling breasts, down my side to my still garter- and stocking-clad waist and legs. His gaze was making me tremble but it wasn't from fear: it was from need. I really liked feeling his eyes roaming over me, and I fantasized about his hands doing it, too. But I was grateful that my little clitty was hidden behind Mandy, lightly tickling one of her bottom cheeks. I didn't know how he would react if he saw the rest of me. "Who's the new chica?" he asked, still licking me with his smiling, twinkling eyes. "This is Joanne," Mandy replied without turning around. I think she knew that I wanted to keep my clitty hidden. Or maybe she liked it tickling her. "Say hello to Mario, babe." She squeezed my hand to reassure me. "Hello, sir," I said, meekly, too intimidated to use his name. I started to feel a little of Randy's cum dribble down the inside of my thigh when my pussy spasmed from my nervousness. "'Sir', huh?" He chuckled. "A polite one, isn't she?" He looked at me and smiled. "Maybe you and me could date of these days, hey, Joanne?" "She's not your type, Mario," said Mandy. "Aren't you gonna be late for you meeting?" she asked when he just keep staring at me. "Yeah, Mario, leave the poor girl alone," Mandy's mom said. She was standing at the door to what must've been her bedroom. She was wearing a pale-yellow chiffon negligee trimmed with lace, a matching robe, and nothing else as far as I could tell from what I could see under the very sheer fabric. "Okay, okay, I'm going," he said, and turned to look at Rosalyn. He held his hands up, palms facing her in a token of surrender. He turned back to us. "Bye, Mandy. See ya 'round, bonboncita." He put on his suit coat and left. "What did he say?" I asked Mandy as we started back down the hall. "It was Spanish," she replied. "It sorta means 'sweetie pie' or something like that." "Oh." I thought about such a sexy man calling me that and felt really good. Rosalyn walked up to us as we got closer to the bathroom door.. She gave Mandy and I a peck on the lips. "Sorry about that, girls," she said. "Sometimes Mario can be a little, uh, rude." She looked at me and smiled. "Don't you look a mess!" "She just got her cherry popped, Mom." Mandy laughed. "At both ends!" "Oh, well then congratulations, honey!" Rosalyn said to me, giving me fuller kiss and a hug. "How'd you like it? Didn't hurt too much did it?" I felt as open and comfortable around her as I did with Mandy, so I didn't hesitate to answer. "I just loved it!" I gushed. "It hurt some at first, and still does a little. But I wanna do it again, lots!" The words came out in a rush and Rosalyn laughed. Mandy smiled at me, squeezed my hand, and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Stick with my Mandy, little one, and you'll get all you want." "I can't wait!" I said, jumping a little in my excitement. I felt Randy's cum drip further down my leg. "Ah oh!" I looked down, scooped the little dribble off with my fingers and then licked them clean. Rosalyn laughed. "Oh, Joanne, you are just too precious for words!" She patted me out the shoulder. "Go on, you two, get cleaned up. I've got another appointment soon. There's some ointment in the cabinet, baby," she said to Mandy. "Later, dolls!" She sauntered back to her room, her hips swaying, even though she was barefoot. I watched her, fascinated. She gave me a smile and a wink before she shut the doors quietly. "Appointment?" I asked when the spell was broken. It seemed kind of late to be working. "Never mind, babe," Mandy said. "In here." She pulled me by the hand into the large, spacious bathroom. It had a huge tub, a large separate shower stall, two sinks, a toilet and a bidet, tall mirrored doors set into the wall. The sinks were inset in a cabinet with drawers and doors. On the counter around one of the sinks was an assortment of soaps, lotions, a couple toothbrushes, paper drinking cup dispenser and other things. There were racks on the walls with brightly-colored fluffy bath and face towels hanging from them. This was so very different from the tiny, cramped bathroom my family shared at home. "Your mom is so nice," I said as she ran a pink washcloth under the hot water tap of what was obviously the sink she used the most. "Thanks, I love her so much," Mandy said. "She lets me be whoever I want to be, and always takes care of me when I need her." She walked over next to the toilet. "Bend down over here and spread your legs. Just cross your arms on the lid, babe. I'll do it this first time so I can get a look at ya." "Okay." I did as she told me. I gasped as she gently washed my pussy, the inside of my legs, and between my bottom cheeks with the hot but soft wash cloth. I grimaced and grit my teeth as she probed and pushed around my pussy hole, but my clitty started to stiffen as she did it. "Lookin' good, Joanne," she said. "No tearing, and the bleeding seemed to have pretty much stopped. Pretty nice for your first time." She must have noticed the state of my clitty because she rubbed it gently with a finger. "You are such a horny little girl, ain'tcha?" She laughed when I moved my bottom from side to side at her and giggled. "Definitely a slut!" "Thank you!" I said. "Do you like my bottom?" "Ass, Joanne! Jeeze, do I have to get a slut dictionary or something?" She playfully swatted me and stood up. "Stay there." She went to one of the large mirrored doors, opened it up, and from the top shelf brought back a bright, silvery tube of something. "So, do you like my *ass*," I said, emphasizing the word. I grinned over my shoulder at her. She just stood there, watching me sway my bottom back and forth. "Yeah, and so will a lot of boys. And men." "Like Mario?" "Yeah, like him, and tons of others, too. You'll see. It's a nice little bubbly thing, but when you fill out a little more, you are gonna have a *great* ass, babe." I gasped when she spread something cool and a little greasy all over my pussy and inside it a little. I was getting excited again but tried to ignore it. "Who is he?" "Mario? Oh, he's just a, uh, friend of my mom's," she said. "He's cute!" "God, I've created a monster!" she said, laughing. "Don't you think of anything else?" She patted my ass softly. "Okay, just one more thing. Stay put." "Not when I feel like this," I answered dreamily. Mandy went to the cabinet under the sink and from a box took out three long white tubes wrapped in paper. She set two on the counter and opened the other. "What's that?" I asked. "This is a tampon, Joanne. Hasn't your mother taught you *anything*?" She walked back over to me holding a tube of plastic with a string hanging out of one end. "Girls and women use these to soak up the blood from our periods. It's sometimes easier than wearing a kotex in our panties, especially with tight outfits." She smiled. I knew what a period was; I'd heard the girls at school mention them once or twice. Having a period sounded really messy but it meant they could get pregnant, if they wanted to. "Mommy never taught me about that stuff. I'm not lucky enough to have a vagina or be able to make babies like you." As good as I was feeling, that still choked me up a bit and Mandy could tell. She quickly bent over me, hugged me, and kissed me on the cheek. "Oh, baby, it's okay. Remember our talk the other day?" I nodded. "Just don't worry about it, doll. You're fine the way you are. Maybe you'll get a vagina someday, maybe not, either way you're just fine." She stood up. "Now, you see this part? This is called the 'applicator'. The tampon is inside it, attached to this little string, see? It's made of some really soft cotton. You slide the applicator into your pussy, and then use a finger to keep the tampon inside while you pull the applicator out. It's really easy. I'll do it for you this first time, though. I got you a couple extras for tonight and tomorrow morning. We'll hit the store after school tomorrow and get you some of your own." "Why do I need to use it?" I was curious, but I felt oddly good about wearing one. I would feel better doing something real girls did, sort of. "You should always use one, sweetie, if you can, if a guy cums in your pussy like Randy did. Especially after the first few times because you'll bleed a little bit until your pussy gets used to having sex. This will soak up the blood and cum and you won't stain your clothes." She got behind me and said: "Okay, here we go. Just relax, sweetie." "That's what they said." We laughed at my joke. I could feel Mandy's fingers and then the applicator. I couldn't believe my clitty started to stiffen again as she slowly slid it into me. I was like a thick finger, and only stung a little. Then I could feel some pushing and the applicator slid out." "All done!" Mandy pronounced. "You can stand up now." She threw the applicator and wrapping paper in the trash, and then washed her hands. Mandy had to hold me steady a second while the dizziness passed. I slid my hand around and reached back to feel the little dangling string poking out of my pussy. "What do I do with it?" "Bend over like you were, or squat down, then just pull gently on the string and it should slide right out. Throw it away, and then wash your pussy clean, and put some more of this ointment on your pussy." She handed me the two other tampons and the silvery tube. "Wash your hands really good with soap and hot water and replace it with one of those." "What this for?" I asked, holding up the tube. It didn't have a label on it. "That's a special antiseptic cream with some pain medicine in it. Use that like I did on your pussy after you clean yourself. Use it until you stop bleeding from sex." "Wow, Mandy, thanks!" We shared a hug and a kiss. "You've taught me so much, and helped me to be the girl I want to be. You've been so good to me." "You're welcome, babe. We're friends, and that's what friends do for each other." We used her sink to get my face cleaned up and moisturized, brushed the dried crusty cum out of my hair, and went back to her room so I could change into my 'little girl' clothes for home. I stuffed my purse with the tampons, the ointment and my dildo. I smiled when I thought about how awed I'd once been about it. Now it was just a tool. By the time I was ready it was 6:45 and I was going to be a little past curfew. 'Oh well,' I thought. I'd been good, and called Mommy once we got to Mandy's house. I knew she wouldn't be mad, as long as she didn't know why I was late; she'd pretty much said she didn't want me to be around Daddy as much anymore. I saw the remains of my virginity on her bed again as we were walking out. "Oh, Mandy! I'm really sorry about making such a mess on your bed!" "Don't worry your little head about it, babe," she said, patting me on the ass. "That bed has seen far worse, believe me! Lots more sheets where those came from." I was still pretty out of it from the drugs, and sex, and everything that had happened, but just as we got to the top of the stairs I remembered what Jamie and Randy had said. I turned and looked at her. "Mandy? Is it true? Jamie and Randy are brothers?" She laughed and gave me a hug. "They told you?" I nodded. "Well, they ain't blood, if that's what you're worried about, honey," she said smoothing a finger across my furrowed brow. "They're foster brothers. Jamie's mom and dad got killed when he was three. Jamie's dad's best friend adopted him. When they got older, Jamie and Randy thought they were a couple a' pervs 'cause they had the hots for each other. When they were thirteen, they found out Jamie was adopted. Since then, they've been jumping each others bones every change they got!" "Oh, wow," I said. I wasn't sure if it was still okay for them to be lovers; they were raised as brothers. But I guess if they were okay with it, and considering the turns my own life was taking, I didn't think it my place to judge them. They weren't hurting anyone. "Does their mom and dad know?" "Their mom found out last year, and boy did they get a whoopin'! She's one of those bible thumpers that told 'em they were going to hell for it, and all that crap. Their dad doesn't know, but he'd be the same way. Their mom thinks they stopped doing it after they got punished; that's why they come over here so much, so they can have some privacy." She patted me on the arm. "They can be such jokers sometimes. Once they get to know ya, they'll tell ya that they're brothers just to get a reaction." "Oh, well they sure had me going!" I laughed with Mandy. "You seem to know them really well. How long have you know them?" "Since we were in second grade. I love 'em like they were my brothers. And no! Not like that!" she said when I smiled and raised my eyebrows up and down. She swatted my ass hard and rubbed it. "Besides, they're not into girls." "But ... " "You have no idea what it took to convince them to take you, Joanne. If it weren't for that little dangly thing down there, I don't think they would've wanted to." "It sure seemed like they liked me," I said. "They even played with my boobies, and kissed them and licked my nipples." "That's because you're still pretty small, babe. Sorry, but you are. They really do like you a lot, though, and they wanna do you again, especially Jamie, but in a few more months, after these grow some more," she said, cupping my breasts in either hand, "they won't be as interested. And if you get a vagina --" "When!" I interrupted and smiled. "Okay, *when* you get your vagina," she continued. "They won't want to be with you at all anymore." She saw the expression on my face and hugged me. "I'm sorry, Joanne, but that's gonna happen with some of the queer boys you'll meet. The girlier you get, the less they'll want you." I started to feel depressed for some reason. "But straight boys won't want me at all until I get one!" I protested. "True, but there are still a ton of boys and men out there who'd go crazy for you, just the way you're built right now." "Where are they hiding?" I asked with a more excited look on my face, probably looking like a little girl. Mandy laughed. "One of these days, after we get your pussy broken in a little more, we'll hop a bus to Portland. I have some friends down there who just *love* girls like you!" She held me by the cheeks and kissed me. "Really?" My slight depression vanished with the hope of meeting those guys. "Really!" She let go of my cheeks and swatted my ass again. "Now get goin' ya silly slut. You're already gonna be pretty late." I giggled all the way down the stairs. We said our good-byes at the door with a tender kiss. *** *** *** I got home as quickly as I could. Mommy had saved me a light dinner for me and we chatted while I ate. She was concerned when she saw me wince sitting down, and wondered if I'd hurt myself; I told her I had slipped and fallen on my bottom. I'm not sure she believed me. I got ready for bed early and stayed in my room until bed-time. I was still a little fogged in the head and didn't want to risk my family finding out I'd been doing drugs. I was also very sleepy but I couldn't get to sleep right away. I just laid in my bed and stared unfocused up at the ceiling with a silly grin on my face. It was done! I'd gone from a 'good little girl' still playing with her little sister and watching cartoons to a boy-crazy, cock-hungry cum-slut in less than a week. I'd sucked off two different guys and been fucked by a third. And I wanted to do it again. My mind became even more boggled when I thought about how far and how fast I'd progressed in my goal. This adventure had started so I could make Daddy happy so he'd keep us, but now I was doing it for me. I loved being with boys, and making their cocks happy, and I loved the way people were relating to me now. I wanted more. That night I had another fun dream were I was lying center stage on a huge pink bed, and boy after boy came for me to suck them and to fuck me, one after another, sometimes two at a time. And, while I was having sex with the boys, all the kids from school were sitting in bleachers surrounding me, cheering me on. My friends were leading them, dressed like slutty cheerleaders with skirts that didn't cover their bottoms and tops that only went half-way down their breasts, waving black pom-poms. Mandy was in the center of them, wearing only a red g-string and holding two huge pink batons shaped like doubled-headed cocks. And, after all the boys in my class had cum in my face and fucked me, Bob appeared, slowly floating down to the bed, his manly, muscly body completely naked, his cock dangling, long and hard. And just as he was about pierce me between my impossibly wide-spread legs, I woke up. End of Part 6