by JJ Argus
I don't know what I'm gonna do about X now. It was really hot but I ain't no dyke after all. I don't want people to think I like girls. And what would happen if K found out? I'm gonna try and stay away from her for a while and see if she forgets about me.
Still, she was a lot nicer than most of the boys I fucked. I mean, she didn't laugh at me or call me names or anything, like G does, and it was really nice afterwards when she hugged me and all. I'm no fag though. Tomorrow afternoon I'm going out with G and I'm gonna bring him home and fuck his socks off right in my parents bed!
*
Connie read the entry with a mixture of delight, excitement and worry. It seemed as though Ashley had enjoyed herself, but worried about people thinking she was gay. Well, Connie felt she could reassure the girl on that one. She was certain from the tone of the entry that she could get Ashley into bed again if she could just get her alone.
She glanced at her watch. It was afternoon now. She should get the hell out of here before Ashley came back with this boy she intended to screw. She flipped back through the pages, skimming over page after page of complaints about her parents and teachers before coming to the next interesting item. It was a week ago.
*
Went out with J again. I thought things would be different this time but they weren't. They were worse. He drove me to the park and then practically ripped my clothes off. He did me so hard my pussy still hurts. I'm not going out with him again, the scumbag.
*
She flipped back again. Ashley had apparently made love, if it could be called that, with this J guy on Saturday night. She had had sex with P on Friday, and L on Wednesday. She'd had sex with J again on Monday in his car, which was also kind of rough.
The previous week she'd had sex with four different boys. The week before that she'd had sex every day. On the Saturday she'd apparently gotten drunk.
*
I don't know if I really drank that much or if someone spiked the drinks. All I know is I was really out of it. I should have left when most of the others did but I felt so lazy sitting there on the couch. Then B and M and F started in on me.
I don't remember everything that happened but I remember M pulling my head way back and pushing his cock into my mouth. He shoved it right down my fucking throat! I thought I was gonna throw up at first. Then I thought I was gonna choke to death. I heard of deep throating before but I never done it till now.
While M had his cock in my throat, B pulled my pants off and fucked me, then F fucked me, then M did. I think they all fucked me a couple of times at least, the bastards. I bet they'll be telling everyone about what a whore I am
*
Even though she was outraged at the way Ashley had been sexually abused, she felt her loins bubbling with juices at the description of the naked young woman being used by two or three randy boys at once. Connie glanced at her watch and then shoved the book back in the dresser and pushed the drawer in.
She started down the hall and got as far as the stairs before she heard voices of people coming up. She jumped back, her pulse racing, and dove into the nearest room. She closed the door and then looked frantically around for a hiding place. She dropped low and lifted the bedspread but there were boxes under the bed.
She got up and ran to the closet, sliding inside and closing it behind her. It had to be Ashley and her boyfriend. With any luck they'd be too busy with each other in a few minutes to notice her. Besides, they were going to do it in Ashley's parents room and this was the spare bedroom.
Then the door opened and she drew back deeper into the closet as she heard Ashley speaking. Her voice was low and purred like a kitten as she talked.
"And this is the guest bedroom." she said. "Isn't it gross. All this chintz makes me wanna puke."
"Nice bed, though." a male voice said. Connie didn't have to look out to see he must be grinning like a Cheshire cat.
"It's nice and soft anyway." Ashley said, and Connie knew her face was the same.
There was silence then, or at least, the noise wasn't loud enough for her to hear it very well. The man's voice had sounded kind of... mature. She couldn't help wondering how old he was.
She swallowed nervously, then eased forward, sliding her eye against the crack between the doors.
The head of the bed was just to the right of the door and about five feet out from the wall. Ashley was lying on her back underneath a large man. She couldn't see his features very clearly since his face was pressed against hers, but he looked to be in his late twenties or early thirties.
Ashley's shirt was open and her bra unclipped in the middle. Her mini-skirt was pushed up around her hips, revealing a pair of green panties. The man was squeezing Ashley's breast with one hand. The other was inside her panties, moving energetically. Connie could see his knuckles rubbing back and forth against the thin material.
Then he slid his hand out and jerked the panties quickly down the girl's legs and off. He buried his face between her big breasts momentarily, both his hands gripping the full breasts from the sides and mashing them against his face.
He reached down to his pants and unzipped, shoving his pants down around his knees. He pulled her legs wider apart and settled firmly atop her in the missionary position. Ashley looked tiny beneath his large frame.
She could see his hand covering his cock, then pressing it against Ashley's sex as he held his hips aloft. He pushed down slightly, then removed his hand. Connie had just a moment to see his hard prick before he thrust down hard and buried it within the blonde girl's pussy.
Ashley gave a gasp of pain as the big prick drove into her, her eyes closing momentarily. Then the man, whoever he was, started to hump down into her. Connie gave him low marks for consideration since he was giving the little blonde no time to get used to his large girth, nor taking time to arouse her.
His mouth locked onto hers and slid roughly around against her while his ass rose and fell in a quick, rhythmic stroke. Connie could see his cock slicing back and forth as he fucked into Ashley. Then he lifted her thighs and shoved them back against her chest, raising her ass into the air.
He pushed her ankles back against the bed on either side of her head, in a position that Connie knew must be painful. He raised his upper body off her, holding himself up by straightening his arms. That meant all his weight was on Ashley's ankles.
The girl was bent double and from the look on her face was straining hard not to cry out in pain. Her lover, if that was the proper term, either didn't notice or didn't care. He started pounding his cock down into her exposed pussy with furious energy, pistoning his big prong inside the girl's small, tight slit.
He grunted, his head going back in a grimace of pleasure as he increased his speed even more. His hips were crashing down against Ashley's small, round bottom with brutal force, smashing her back into the bed with each blow. The poor girl's body was bouncing up and down with his violent fucking, and even from the closet Connie could hear the cruel splat as his body hammered hers.
He finally eased off and held still, sighing in relief. He sat back on his heels, pulling his prick free of Ashley's pussy, then let her legs go. They flopped down onto the mattress as she grunted, her hand going to her back.
"Nice fuck, Ash," he grunted.
He sat on the edge of the bed and bent over, lifting his jacket from the floor. He took out a pack of cigarettes and lit one up, glancing back at the nude teenager laying beside him.
"Want one?"
She shook her head. He shrugged and puffed a series of smoke rings towards the ceiling, then turned to her again.
“Go get me the ropes.”
Connie thought she saw the girl’s eyes widen and saw her inhale sharply. She got up and hurried from the room as Beacon smoked and puffed. When she came in she was carrying a brown paper bag, which she timidly gave to Beacon.
He grinned and upended it. A pile of blue rope fell onto the floor, and he sorted through it.
“Turn around and kneel, slut.”
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Ashley obeyed quickly, pulling her arms back behind her as if she knew what was coming. Beacon took a section of rope and slipped it beneath her arms, then pulled it back and began to tighten it. Ashley gasped as her arms were forced back together, but made no effort to resist.
He pulled harder and she gasped louder, letting out a soft moan, but again she did nothing as her slender arms were forced back to the point her elbows were pressed together.
“Lot of rich guys like this shit,” he said as he pulled another loop, then another and another around her arms. He tied it off, then bound her wrists together as well.
“Lean forward, slut.”
Ashley leaned forward and he slapped the back of her head.
“Farther!”
She leaned precariously forward and her heavy breasts dangled. Beacon slipped a loop of rope around them, then another and another, and drew the loops tight. Ashley shuddered, her eyes closing as the loops pulled her breasts together, squeezing them out.
He tied another loop around her waist and then pulled the rope down between her buttocks and up between her legs, yanking it hard so it was forced up between her pussy lips. He chuckled, and Connie, growing more and more aroused, saw he was adjusting a knot which would be directly over the girl’s clit. Then he fed the rope through the loop around her waist, pulled it back down between her legs, and again tugged sharply so it was jammed up between her sex lips.
‘Okay, slut,” he said, sitting back on the edge of the bed, “Come on over here and get me hard again, then I'll really give you a ride."
Connie watched Ashley strain against the ropes, straightening and arching her back so that the rope would pull up even more sharply into her groin. Her breasts strained against the rope looping them, and the girl seemed to shudder as she turned and knelt between Beacon’s legs.
She licked at his balls, again her entire body twisting and slowly writhing in place, her back arching, her bottom pushing out. Connie swallowed, fingering her pussy as she saw the ropes jammed in between the girl’s puffy sex lips.
Ashley licked at the man’s balls, sucking them into her mouth as he looked down at her. Then she licked at his cock, mouthing it and taking the head into her mouth.
“That’s it. Dumb fucking slut,” he growled. “This you can learn. Nothing else, but this you can learn. You’ll be a great little cock sucker.”
His cock hardened, and Ashley’s lips began to bob up and down, making long, sensuous strokes along his now glistening cock.
“All the way, slut. Take it down your fucking whore throat!” he panted.
Ashley moaned, her eyes fluttering, and her lips sucked around his shaft as they descended. They dropped lower, and she gagged, drawing back.
He slapped her head. “All the way, slut!”
Ashley moaned and worked her lips down again. Again she gagged, but he seized her hair and forced her all the way down. She choked and gagged and struggled, but he held her easily in place as he jammed her face into his groin.
“Swallow! Swallow, you fucking whore!”
Her struggles eased, and he pulled on her hair, letting her back up. When her lips pulled free she coughed violently and gasped for breath.
“No expensive call girl has trouble swallowing cock meat,” he growled.
“I-I’m s-sorry!” she panted.
“Don’t be sorry, you slut! Just do it!”
He pulled her mouth against his cock again, this time standing up, lifting her head and gripping it in both hands. Her head tilted back as she looked up at him, and he began to thrust down into her mouth, causing her to gag repeatedly. He growled and thrust deep, pulling roughly on her hair, forcing her mouth up all the way to the base of his shaft.
Connie felt twisted as she watched. On the one hand she was horrified, outraged, wanting to rush out and beat the man off the poor, helpless young girl. On the other hand - the sight of Ashley being violently used was incredibly arousing. She felt guilty about that, yet consoled herself with near certainty that the girl was getting off on it to some degree. The look on her face as he had tied her up - .
But now the sight of her throat being used so roughly almost took her breath away. Ashley looked so beautiful, so helpless, so abused, and while part of her wanted to save the girl another part wanted it to be her raping Ashley’s throat, her ramming her cock, even a plastic one, down the girl’s gagging throat.
“That’s it, slut. Swallow that cock,” Beacon growled.
He drew back, and thrust deep again, drew back, and thrust hard and deep, grinding Ashley’s red, struggling face into his groin.
He pulled back and let her cough and gasp and gag, then thrust himself into her mouth again, blocking her meek protest. He began to fuck her face and throat, her hair pulled out tightly to either side filling his big fists as he forced her up and down his cock while pumping into her mouth. She gagged repeatedly, but he only sneered and continued riding her mouth until her eyes began to go glassy.
He pulled out and let her fall back onto her back, then pumped his fist and came, spewing his load over her face and breasts as he chuckled in delight.
“Better than before, slut. But you have plenty of work to do.”
He bent beside her and slapped at her bound breasts.
"You expect to make money out of this, you have to do things better," he said sternly. "My girls get paid a lot of dough and its not to be lazy pussies.
"S-Sorry," she gasped.
"Sorry'll get you a belt across the chops if you don't do things right," he growled, gripping a fat nipple and twisting it until she gasped in pain.
He let go then and sat back a little.
“Again!”
Ashley pulled herself to her knees and leaned in as he sat back on the bed.”
"Okay, suck it."
She bent forward and slid her lips around the head of his semi-hard prick, then started bobbing up and down as she sucked.
"More tongue action," he ordered. "You think my customers are gonna pay you for half assed work? You wanna make a lot of money you'll have to be really professional about your work."
She mumbled something and he snickered in amusement.
"Don't talk with your mouth full."
She bobbed her head up and down for long minutes as he watched. His hands came down on top of her head then and started pushing her down harder as he bucked up. He grunted in pleasure as he started to fuck her face with his now hard prick.
His hands seized thick bunches of hair as he jerked her up and down on his meaty organ, and Connie heard the girl choking as he kept ramming the cockhead down her throat.
He pulled back and shoved her away hard so she fell back on the floor. "Get on your knees and bend over," he panted.
Ashley slowly rolled over onto her belly, then drew her knees in and raised her bottom, looking back at him.
"Want it up the ass again?" he taunted.
Her face looked frightened.
He guffawed as he knelt behind her, slapping her bottom sharply. "Spread those legs, baby," he grinned.
She complied and he slid his hand beneath her sex, rubbing it up and down.
"Push your ass out more, and raise it a little above your head. That's it. Looks great. Memorize this position. It's one you're gonna be doing a lot. You know what position that is? Huh?"
"No," she said in a small voice.
"That's called doggie style. This is the way bitches get fucked. This is the natural way for a woman to get it. in fact, it's a woman's natural position, on the knees with her ass sticking out, ready to be fucked."
He took out his belt and doubled it in his hand, and Ashley seemed to tremble.
“Now. I told you before you needed to practice deep throating. It’s obvious you haven’t so you’re going to be punished.”
He brought the belt slashing down across her bottom and Ashley let out a cry of pain. She made no effort to move away, though as a red line appeared across her shapely rump.
Again the be
lt cracked down, and again, and again. With every blow the girl’s body jerked, and she let out a cry of pain. But her eyes were clenched in something Connie thought other than pain. And her hips seemed to roll as she strained against the ropes.
Beacon delivered a dozen blows that had her bottom red, then dropped to his knees behind her, hard again. Connie wondered if he had a sex drive like her own - or perhaps like Ashley’s.
He undid the rope which was digging into her sex lips, then pushed the tip of his cock against her pussy.
“Ready, slut? Ready to get fucked?”
He rammed forward, almost knocking her off her knees as his tool thrust deep into her pussy.
"For a girl like you, Ashley," he grunted, "this is all you're good for."
He started pumping into her, his hands tight on her hips as he ran the entire length back and forth inside her small, snug belly.
"Some girls got brains, an' some got beauty. You girl, got a great pair of tits and a tight, hot little pussy. Go where your strengths are, that's what I say. Ung! Ungh! Ungh! Yeah! Unnngh! That's it! Squeeze that pussy!"
He pumped harder, his hands sliding down her waist and under her to cup her bound breasts and crush them up against her chest.
"You might be a Goddam brainless dwarf... Uhng! but... uhg... you got a... ungh... great... uhhh... body!"
His hands moved up and gripped her long hair, twisting and twining it together into a tail, then he gripped it with one hand, puling her head way back as he slapped her bottom with his free hand and rutted into her pussy.
"Ride em cowboy!" he laughed.
His thighs were pounding into her soft young body with hard, cruel force as he skewered the little blonde's pussy.
He abandoned her hair after several seconds, his hands going onto her shoulders instead as he began to jerk her back against him, the muscles of his bare arms showing the force he used to drag the slender girl back against his bucking, rutting pelvis.
He slowed abruptly, his breathing coming in pants and gasps, then he halted, his cock buried inside her.
"Don't wanna come too soon," he panted.
"You're a good fuck, kid," he gasped, "but you ain't worth a thousand dollars a night yet. You been training like I told you?"
