stream of piss burst from his hard cock, and I almost gagged as it surged down my throat. It came so fast that it was running down my chin onto my flat little-girl's chest, and down my belly. After that he had to flick me again, and again!
As time went by and I began to approach my teenage years, the kids at school started to talk about sex in self-conscious whispers. I started to realize that there was supposed to be something shameful about the kind of relationships Margot had with the men who stayed in our apartment. This troubled me, not so much for Margot's sake, but for my own. These men were my link to the rest of the world, the proof that I was worth something and that somebody liked me, my guarantee against loneliness. They made me feel good because they not only said they like me, they showed it! How could something that seemed so necessary to me be wrong? The men in Margot's life-and in mine-were everything wrapped into one: proof that I was somebody that people could like, and the substance of the continuing dream of a father and brothers and sisters. The men went on changing, but the dream and my own needs remained the same.
By the time I was a teenager, my daydreams had started to change. There had been an endless succession of men, but it was clear that Margot was never going to settle down with any one of them. My fantasies about a family were altered. Now, I projected myself into the future, imagining myself with a husband and my own children, although strangely enough, I didn't connect this dream with sex. Although I didn't realize it at the time, I had gradually made the decision that I wanted all the men for myself, that I no longer wanted to share them, with Margot or anyone.
Meanwhile, I had come to accept Margot as she was-a beautiful amoral woman. I can't honestly say I was ashamed of her. She was reasonably discreet about her affairs, and outwardly gave the appearance of being a perfect lady. Besides, her affairs with men provided me with a steady source of satisfaction which kept me from being lonely. And just as she gave the outward impression of being a lady, I gave the outward impression of being an innocent child. Still, something inside me made me not want to pattern my life after hers. It was disturbing to me that as I got older the resemblance between us became startling. I had her tall, curvaceous body, her green eyes, and her pale-blonde hair, even on my cunt where it had started to sprout. On the other hand, it quickly became apparent as I became a teenager that I attracted boys the way she attracted men, and this opened up fascinating opportunities to me.
Until I was eighteen, I had never fucked anyone who wasn't a grown man and one of Margot's lovers. However, the boys had started to hang around me at school, begging for dates. As I had a steady supply of males at home, I turned them all down. Fucking Margot's boyfriends was all pleasure and no emotional risk. As I had long since figured out that none of them was going to stay around for very long, I didn't have to worry about any of them getting tired of me and risking any sort of disapproval. Each one liked me and then was replaced by somebody else who liked me just as much. Also, each one was teaching me new things.
However, as the boys continued to buzz around me I became more and more aware of them in spite of myself. I started looking at them in a new way, increasingly becoming aware of the bulges in the crotches of their tight jeans. Soon my daydreams included imagining what this one would be like in bed, picturing what that one's cock looked like when it was hard. It was around this time that I met Jeff.
I was the same age, at eighteen, that Margot had been when she had gotten involved with my father and pregnant with me, although the irony of it escaped me at the time. Jeff was a couple of years older than I was, a senior, and sat across from me in the study hall. I'd seen him from a distance all the way through school. He was the star runner on the track team. He was also an A student. He wasn't exactly good-looking, but he was tall and muscular and only had a little bit of acne. Half the girls in school seemed to be vying for his attention. Still, until we met, he hadn't dated much. And I, even though I had been sucking on cocks, and had had them stuck up every orifice of my body for four and a half years, was a social virgin.
Jeff was the first boy to whom I was attracted as an individual, and he was as attracted to me as I was to him. We made a Saturday-night date the first day we met. That night, at dinner, I told Margot excitedly about Jeff.
'You'll be wild about him!' I cried. 'He's terrific! I just melted when he looked at me.'
'Well, it's about time some boy interested you,' Margot laughed. 'I was beginning to think your grandmother's old-fashioned ideas had made you frigid.'
The blood rushed to my face, but not for the reason Margot assumed. Suddenly, I didn't want to talk with Margot about Jeff any more.
'Look, kitten,' she said, her tone becoming serious and concerned. 'I know I haven't been much of a mother to you, but better late than never. I'd like to give you some advice. Don't take any chances. And I mean not any! Just ask me, J can tell you how easy it is to get pregnant.'
I was shocked. Pregnant? It had never entered my mind. Sure, I knew how babies were made, but it hadn't occurred to me that it could happen to me. In all of the fucking I had done I had never taken any precautions. Margot's warning shocked me into reality, and I resented her for doing it.
She was trying to be diplomatic and said, 'Now, I'm certainly not saying that you plan to go to bed with this boy, but that's what I thought the night you were conceived. But, thank God, the pill's available now! Maybe you'd better see Dr. Gray and get a prescription.'
Suddenly, I was no longer a child, feeling free to do whatever I pleased. I became acutely aware for the first time that I was a young woman, and there were potential consequences to my actions. I can't let this happen to me, I thought in a panic. I can't get pregnant! I can't wind up like Margot! I stared at her, feeling sudden revulsion. I pushed away from the table. 'I'm not like you,' I choked, blinded by my tears. 'Grandma didn't make me frigid, but she did teach me right from wrong.'
'Hear! Hear!' Margot retorted, more amused than angry. 'Hail the fair maiden with her marvelous, untried moral standards!'
'Don't make fun of me!' I cried out. 'I am decent, the way Grandma was, and I will be decent,' Margot's attitude confused me into turning the issue completely around in my mind. I was resentful that she had shocked me into concern over getting pregnant. And my concern over not winding up like her forced me into a position where I began to defend the innocence which she attributed to me, but which I actually didn't have. At that moment, I made the decision that I was going to be everything that Margot wasn't, and made the immediate decision that sex was out from now on, now that I was a proper young lady.
'I appreciate your high moral plane,' Margot said, 'but take my advice and see Dr. Gray-just in case.'
'Never!' I screamed, and I ran to my room, slamming the door. I was determined to prove I was not the kind of girl who needed to be concerned about things like birth control pills.
I fell in love with Jeff on our first date, and I could tell he felt the same way about me. He held my hand all through the movie and, later, while we were sipping our malts, he didn't take his eyes off my face.
'You're so beautiful,' he said in a husky, awed voice.
'Thank you,' I whispered. For the first time I was glad I'd inherited Margot's beauty.
'You will go out with me again, won't you?' he asked anxiously.
'Oh, yes!' I dried, then added, 'Any time you say.'
'Maybe we could go swimming tomorrow,' he said eagerly. 'That is, if you like swimming in the ocean.'
'There's a pool at our apartment house,' I suggested happily.
'That's super!' he said, and just sat devouring me with his eyes.
Jeff kissed me good night at the door. It was a swift, self-conscious kiss that didn't last more than a second, but it was the first good-night kiss on my first date, and it was beautiful. At that moment it seemed more overpowering than all of the raw sex in the world. But that night I dreamed of Jeff, and in a dream over which I had no control things developed far beyond a chaste good-night kiss. It was a wild dream. He held me in his arms, kissing me the way the man and woman do in the movies, long and deeply. There was even music in the background. Then, abruptly, the music stopped. Jeff pulled himself back to arm's length and said, 'Look at me,' and suddenly there were three of him, all naked with huge stiff cocks.
Feeling my nipples becoming erect and my crotch tightening, I looked down at myself and discovered I was now completely nude, also. The three Jeffs advanced toward me, their cocks getting bigger all the time. I screamed in terror, but some unseen force was controlling my body and forced it down on its back, spread eagling its legs so that my smoldering cunt beckoned with its throbbing, dripping lips obscenely wide open.
The three of them took me all at once, one of them fucking my cunt all the way to the hilt, another ramming his giant prick all the way to his balls in my tight ass, and the third sitting on my face and forcing his cock down my
