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Amy was a small town girl who had never thought much of girls. She'd always been a tomboy, roughhousing with the boys, hanging around them, playing sports, and ignoring "girlish" things like dolls, fashion and makeup. She'd always tried to hide her despised feminine body under thick sweaters and sweatshirts. But one day at a the old pond her long time buddies got a glimpse of Amy's lovely feminine curves, and alcohol and daring led to gang abuse. Afraid of going to jail, they arranged to keep Amy as their prisoner, in old shacks, basements, and out in the woods Amy became their helpless sex toy, their bitch on a leash. But some of the gang are more cunning, looking to the future, and so they set out to tame their caged tomboy, to beat her into submission, to make her into their willing sexual slave and servant.

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She slid her hand down between her legs and cupped her pussy. There was a light golden fur over it, but it was soft, as soft as eiderdown. She rubbed her hand up and down over the narrow slit between her small, tight pussy lips, wondering what she'd look like with a cock sticking out there instead of the little slit.
She wondered if she were a lesbian. But though she tried hard to fight them, she sometimes got these... well, these graphic thoughts about boys, boys and her, kissing maybe, and maybe doing other stuff, naked.
She didn't think about actually having sex with a guy, well, she seldom did. Her fantasies moved more around kissing and fondling. The idea of a guy sticking his thing into her was just too mortifying to contemplate. Oh sure, she'd seen it done, in porn movies. Once when she and a couple of the guys were hanging around in one of their basements Mike Harris had brought down an X-rated movie.
She'd been awed by the sight. The guys had gotten all horny watching, but they hadn't, luckily, thought about her being girl in the darkened room.
She had sat there squirming uneasily as the woman on the screen knelt on all fours and the man pumped his gigantic cock into her pussy from behind. Then she'd turned over onto her back and the man had lifted her legs and shoved them back against her chest, raising her crotch up below his.
He'd stuffed his big cock down into her and humped furiously. She could hardly believe the woman wasn't being killed with that big prong stabbing into her repeatedly. She'd sure acted like she'd liked it though.
She'd looked at the guys differently after that. The last time she'd seen a real naked cock they had been little shrivelled things, almost laughable. To see a grown man with his cock all hard and thick and see him thrusting it into a woman's pussy like that, well, that had really enlightened her.
Since then she'd learned about erections and stuff, and all the mechanics and biological aspects of sex. But still, sometimes when she saw the guys, like in shorts or something, she kind of looked down, and wondered if they had a huge hard prick sticking out between their legs.
So when she looked at herself in the mirror that afternoon and thought about Joey beating off, she thought about him with a giant hard erection like the man on the screen. And, she thought, with some startlement, Joey and the others were becoming men themselves, hard as that was to wrap her mind around. High school was over now. Technically, they were all eighteen. They weren’t boys any more. They were men. Just as - and here her mind did a little stutter stop - she was no longer a girl but a woman.
She shook her head to clear that all away. The guys were - the guys. Men, she snorted. They weren’t men. They were boys. Men were people like her father - and theirs, like the teachers, like - old people.
She rubbed a finger up and down her slit as she looked at herself. Her pussy lips were tight but she could ease her finger down between them and kind of saw it up and down along the crack. But when she pushed the tip inward and tried to drive it inside herself it ached.
She knew her finger was a hell of a lot thinner than a man's cock, and hell, she was old enough now to have a guy's cock going into her, if she were so inclined. She knew some of the girls her age at school, a lot actually, were fucking boys. Hell, some of them had gotten preggo and had babies.
She wriggled her finger around, pushing harder, with more determination, but it just hurt more. She hissed and eased off a little, stroking the finger up and down her slit instead. That sure did feel good, she thought.
She stared at herself in the mirror, imagining herself one of the women in those porn films, imagining a big man coming with his thick cock, and found her chest growing tight, her breathing becoming ragged.
Before very long her finger and the soft pink flesh she was sliding it back and forth over were oily wet and slippery. She eased a finger against her virginal sex and it slipped slowly within. She ached only slightly, and it was a good ache, a delicious ache.
She eased back against the wall, her breath coming in sharp little pants. She rarely masturbated because it brought home to her how little like a boy she was, how entirely female her body was.
Now she eased her finger deeper, twisting it slowly in and out as she watched herself in the mirror. As she pumped, as she stroked, her pussy became warmer, and she could feel her insides clutching at her finger. She could feel the soft, warm moistness of her pussy, and the warmth of her inner heat. Her pussy walls seemed to suck on her finger, trying to draw it in deeper. They squeezed down repeatedly, in time to her heart beating. She moved the finger in and out slowly, then started thinking about a guy fucking her.
She pretended it was a guy's cock moving in and out of her pussy like that. Her mind spun and twisted. Sometimes she imagined she was a guy fucking - her, or at least, a weak, soft girl who looked like this. Sometimes she was herself being fucked by a big, powerful, masculine man. She pumped her finger in and out, thrusting it in to the knuckle and groaning softly as she stroked her clitoris with her other fingers.
“Fuck,” she gasped.
Girls were weak. They were stupid. Their bodies were meant to be used by big strong men, to be fucked, to be pumped. She reached up and squeezed her breast hard, gasping in both pleasure and pain. Her breast ached, but throbbed with life and excitement. She rubbed at the swollen nipple, pinching and twisting it, and moaned again, her head thumping back against the wall as she raised her eyes to look at herself again.
“Fucking whore,” she panted.
She turned her back to the mirror and bent forward, her neck aching as she turned to look behind her and saw the luscious bottom pushed out at her. Her finger thrust into herself, and now she added a second, groaning in pleasure/pain at the tightness and ache, thrusting up deep.
“Take it, slut,” she whispered, hardly hearing herself. “Take that big cock!”
Her eyes swept over the counter and paused on the tube of toothpaste. It was not an old fashioned squeeze tube, but a dispenser, and in her present state her mind seized on the phallic shape of the round tube as she turned and reached for it.
Breathing raggedly, she pressed the base of the tube against the edge of the counter and leaned forward, pushing her backside towards it. She felt the rounded top against her sex hole and groaned as she pushed back. It was far wider than her finger, than both her fingers together. She began to grind herself back, to push rhythmically. The prodding made her sex ache in a delicious way and she could feel her sex lips being forced inwards, spreading wide.
“Oh! Oh! Oh shit!” she gasped, her neck aching as she stared at the image in the mirror, stared at the fat, round tube pressed against her sex opening.
And then her sex lips spread just a little wider and the tube entered her body. She shuddered, her eyes wild with excitement, her body almost trembling with arousal now.
She’d masturbated before with her fingers, but usually in the dark, beneath the covers, and even then she rarely pushed them into her body. Now the sweet ache of her sex lips made her body burn with a lust she could not remember ever feeling. Her eyes were fixed on the sight of the tube as it slid slowly up into her body, and even as the ache grew worse the heat of her sex spread up through her body like a bush fire.
She eased the tube out, staring at her sex lips before turning quickly around. She found a bottle of baby oil in the cabinet and her trembling hands opened the top, then poured it over the tube. She turned again, pressing the base of the tube against the edge of the counter. Once more she leaned forward, lining up the top of the tube with her sex, and then pushed back.
It entered her much more easily now, and the sensation of hot slipperiness was incredibly. She gasped aloud, moaning as she leaned forward further, her head turned again to watch the site of the tube sliding up into her sex. She wondered where her cherry was, how deep it would be, and why she hadn’t already broken it. The tube was halfway inside her now, and she was amazed at the sensation deep in her lower belly, the hot full feeling.
She reached between her legs, holding the tube against the counter, and began to work her hips in and out. That was an even more amazing sensation, and her breath became even more ragged. She cupped one of her breasts, squeezing it hard, rubbing her arm against the other.
“Fucking whore. Fucking slut!” she panted. “Take that cock, slut!”
She rose somewhat, and sat back, and her eyes bulged as the entire long length of the tube slid up into her belly. For a moment the pain made her stiffen and start forward, but then the orgasm hit and she cried out, sinking fully, letting all her weight down on the edge of the counter.
The wild flare of heat between her legs shot up into her belly and ripped through her body like an explosion, making her tremble and shake and locking the breath within her lungs. She stiffened and arched back as she shuddered, barely managing to keep enough control of herself to keep from falling over.
Her fingers stroked roughly and wildly against her clitoris, and the orgasm screamed higher as she bucked and bounced and jerked wildly, uncontrollably, her body alive with sexual heat and pleasure.
She stopped, gasping for breath, chest heaving.


Excerpt..

She slid her hand down between her legs and cupped her pussy. There was a light golden fur over it, but it was soft, as soft as
eiderdown. She rubbed her hand up and down over the narrow slit between her small, tight pussy lips, wondering what she'd look like with a
cock sticking out there instead of the little slit.

She wondered if she were a lesbian. But though she tried hard to fight them, she sometimes got these... well, these graphic thoughts
about boys, boys and her, kissing maybe, and maybe doing other stuff, naked.

She didn't think about actually having sex with a guy, well, she seldom did. Her fantasies moved more around kissing and fondling. The
idea of a guy sticking his thing into her was just too mortifying to contemplate. Oh sure, she'd seen it done, in porn movies. Once when she
and a couple of the guys were hanging around in one of their basements Mike Harris had brought down an X-rated movie.

She'd been awed by the sight. The guys had gotten all horny watching, but they hadn't, luckily, thought about her being girl in the
darkened room.

She had sat there squirming uneasily as the woman on the screen knelt on all fours and the man pumped his gigantic cock into her pussy
from behind. Then she'd turned over onto her back and the man had lifted her legs and shoved them back against her chest, raising her crotch
up below his.

He'd stuffed his big cock down into her and humped furiously. She could hardly believe the woman wasn't being killed with that big
prong stabbing into her repeatedly. She'd sure acted like she'd liked it though.

She'd looked at the guys differently after that. The last time she'd seen a real naked cock they had been little shrivelled things,
almost laughable. To see a grown man with his cock all hard and thick and see him thrusting it into a woman's pussy like that, well, that
had really enlightened her.

Since then she'd learned about erections and stuff, and all the mechanics and biological aspects of sex. But still, sometimes when she
saw the guys, like in shorts or something, she kind of looked down, and wondered if they had a huge hard prick sticking out between their
legs.

So when she looked at herself in the mirror that afternoon and thought about Joey beating off, she thought about him with a giant hard
erection like the man on the screen. And, she thought, with some startlement, Joey and the others were becoming men themselves, hard as that
was to wrap her mind around. High school was over now. Technically, they were all eighteen. They weren’t boys any more. They were men. Just
as - and here her mind did a little stutter stop - she was no longer a girl but a woman.

She shook her head to clear that all away. The guys were - the guys. Men, she snorted. They weren’t men. They were boys. Men were
people like her father - and theirs, like the teachers, like - old people.

She rubbed a finger up and down her slit as she looked at herself. Her pussy lips were tight but she could ease her finger down
between them and kind of saw it up and down along the crack. But when she pushed the tip inward and tried to drive it inside herself it
ached.

She knew her finger was a hell of a lot thinner than a man's cock, and hell, she was old enough now to have a guy's cock going into
her, if she were so inclined. She knew some of the girls her age at school, a lot actually, were fucking boys. Hell, some of them had gotten
preggo and had babies.

She wriggled her finger around, pushing harder, with more determination, but it just hurt more. She hissed and eased off a little,
stroking the finger up and down her slit instead. That sure did feel good, she thought.

She stared at herself in the mirror, imagining herself one of the women in those porn films, imagining a big man coming with his thick
cock, and found her chest growing tight, her breathing becoming ragged.

Before very long her finger and the soft pink flesh she was sliding it back and forth over were oily wet and slippery. She eased a
finger against her virginal sex and it slipped slowly within. She ached only slightly, and it was a good ache, a delicious ache.

She eased back against the wall, her breath coming in sharp little pants. She rarely masturbated because it brought home to her how
little like a boy she was, how entirely female her body was.

Now she eased her finger deeper, twisting it slowly in and out as she watched herself in the mirror. As she pumped, as she stroked,
her pussy became warmer, and she could feel her insides clutching at her finger. She could feel the soft, warm moistness of her pussy, and
the warmth of her inner heat. Her pussy walls seemed to suck on her finger, trying to draw it in deeper. They squeezed down repeatedly, in
time to her heart beating. She moved the finger in and out slowly, then started thinking about a guy fucking her.

She pretended it was a guy's cock moving in and out of her pussy like that. Her mind spun and twisted. Sometimes she imagined she was
a guy fucking - her, or at least, a weak, soft girl who looked like this. Sometimes she was herself being fucked by a big, powerful,
masculine man. She pumped her finger in and out, thrusting it in to the knuckle and groaning softly as she stroked her clitoris with her
other fingers.

“Fuck,” she gasped.

Girls were weak. They were stupid. Their bodies were meant to be used by big strong men, to be fucked, to be pumped. She reached up
and squeezed her breast hard, gasping in both pleasure and pain. Her breast ached, but throbbed with life and excitement. She rubbed at the
swollen nipple, pinching and twisting it, and moaned again, her head thumping back against the wall as she raised her eyes to look at
herself again.

“Fucking whore,” she panted.

She turned her back to the mirror and bent forward, her neck aching as she turned to look behind her and saw the luscious bottom
pushed out at her. Her finger thrust into herself, and now she added a second, groaning in pleasure/pain at the tightness and ache,
thrusting up deep.

“Take it, slut,” she whispered, hardly hearing herself. “Take that big cock!”

Her eyes swept over the counter and paused on the tube of toothpaste. It was not an old fashioned squeeze tube, but a dispenser, and
in her present state her mind seized on the phallic shape of the round tube as she turned and reached for it.

Breathing raggedly, she pressed the base of the tube against the edge of the counter and leaned forward, pushing her backside towards
it. She felt the rounded top against her sex hole and groaned as she pushed back. It was far wider than her finger, than both her fingers
together. She began to grind herself back, to push rhythmically. The prodding made her sex ache in a delicious way and she could feel her
sex lips being forced inwards, spreading wide.

“Oh! Oh! Oh shit!” she gasped, her neck aching as she stared at the image in the mirror, stared at the fat, round tube pressed against
her sex opening.

And then her sex lips spread just a little wider and the tube entered her body. She shuddered, her eyes wild with excitement, her body
almost trembling with arousal now.

She’d masturbated before with her fingers, but usually in the dark, beneath the covers, and even then she rarely pushed them into her
body. Now the sweet ache of her sex lips made her body burn with a lust she could not remember ever feeling. Her eyes were fixed on the
sight of the tube as it slid slowly up into her body, and even as the ache grew worse the heat of her sex spread up through her body like a
bush fire.

She eased the tube out, staring at her sex lips before turning quickly around. She found a bottle of baby oil in the cabinet and her
trembling hands opened the top, then poured it over the tube. She turned again, pressing the base of the tube against the edge of the
counter. Once more she leaned forward, lining up the top of the tube with her sex, and then pushed back.

It entered her much more easily now, and the sensation of hot slipperiness was incredibly. She gasped aloud, moaning as she leaned
forward further, her head turned again to watch the site of the tube sliding up into her sex. She wondered where her cherry was, how deep it
would be, and why she hadn’t already broken it. The tube was halfway inside her now, and she was amazed at the sensation deep in her lower
belly, the hot full feeling.

She reached between her legs, holding the tube against the counter, and began to work her hips in and out. That was an even more
amazing sensation, and her breath became even more ragged. She cupped one of her breasts, squeezing it hard, rubbing her arm against the
other.

“Fucking whore. Fucking slut!” she panted. “Take that cock, slut!”

She rose somewhat, and sat back, and her eyes bulged as the entire long length of the tube slid up into her belly. For a moment the
pain made her stiffen and start forward, but then the orgasm hit and she cried out, sinking fully, letting all her weight down on the edge
of the counter.

The wild flare of heat between her legs shot up into her belly and ripped through her body like an explosion, making her tremble and
shake and locking the breath within her lungs. She stiffened and arched back as she shuddered, barely managing to keep enough control of
herself to keep from falling over.

Her fingers stroked roughly and wildly against her clitoris, and the orgasm screamed higher as she bucked and bounced and jerked
wildly, uncontrollably, her body alive with sexual heat and pleasure.

She stopped, gasping for breath, chest heaving.


Excerpt..

She slid her hand down between her legs and cupped her pussy. There was a light golden fur over it, but it was soft, as soft as

eiderdown. She rubbed her hand up and down over the narrow slit between her small, tight pussy lips, wondering what she'd look like with a

cock sticking out there instead of the little slit.


She wondered if she were a lesbian. But though she tried hard to fight them, she sometimes got these... well, these graphic thoughts

about boys, boys and her, kissing maybe, and maybe doing other stuff, naked.


She didn't think about actually having sex with a guy, well, she seldom did. Her fantasies moved more around kissing and fondling. The

idea of a guy sticking his thing into her was just too mortifying to contemplate. Oh sure, she'd seen it done, in porn movies. Once when she

and a couple of the guys were hanging around in one of their basements Mike Harris had brought down an X-rated movie.


She'd been awed by the sight. The guys had gotten all horny watching, but they hadn't, luckily, thought about her being girl in the

darkened room.


She had sat there squirming uneasily as the woman on the screen knelt on all fours and the man pumped his gigantic cock into her pussy

from behind. Then she'd turned over onto her back and the man had lifted her legs and shoved them back against her chest, raising her crotch

up below his.


He'd stuffed his big cock down into her and humped furiously. She could hardly believe the woman wasn't being killed with that big

prong stabbing into her repeatedly. She'd sure acted like she'd liked it though.


She'd looked at the guys differently after that. The last time she'd seen a real naked cock they had been little shrivelled things,

almost laughable. To see a grown man with his cock all hard and thick and see him thrusting it into a woman's pussy like that, well, that

had really enlightened her.


Since then she'd learned about erections and stuff, and all the mechanics and biological aspects of sex. But still, sometimes when she

saw the guys, like in shorts or something, she kind of looked down, and wondered if they had a huge hard prick sticking out between their

legs.


So when she looked at herself in the mirror that afternoon and thought about Joey beating off, she thought about him with a giant hard

erection like the man on the screen. And, she thought, with some startlement, Joey and the others were becoming men themselves, hard as that

was to wrap her mind around. High school was over now. Technically, they were all eighteen. They weren’t boys any more. They were men. Just

as - and here her mind did a little stutter stop - she was no longer a girl but a woman.


She shook her head to clear that all away. The guys were - the guys. Men, she snorted. They weren’t men. They were boys. Men were

people like her father - and theirs, like the teachers, like - old people.


She rubbed a finger up and down her slit as she looked at herself. Her pussy lips were tight but she could ease her finger down

between them and kind of saw it up and down along the crack. But when she pushed the tip inward and tried to drive it inside herself it

ached.


She knew her finger was a hell of a lot thinner than a man's cock, and hell, she was old enough now to have a guy's cock going into

her, if she were so inclined. She knew some of the girls her age at school, a lot actually, were fucking boys. Hell, some of them had gotten

preggo and had babies.


She wriggled her finger around, pushing harder, with more determination, but it just hurt more. She hissed and eased off a little,

stroking the finger up and down her slit instead. That sure did feel good, she thought.


She stared at herself in the mirror, imagining herself one of the women in those porn films, imagining a big man coming with his thick

cock, and found her chest growing tight, her breathing becoming ragged.


Before very long her finger and the soft pink flesh she was sliding it back and forth over were oily wet and slippery. She eased a

finger against her virginal sex and it slipped slowly within. She ached only slightly, and it was a good ache, a delicious ache.


She eased back against the wall, her breath coming in sharp little pants. She rarely masturbated because it brought home to her how

little like a boy she was, how entirely female her body was.


Now she eased her finger deeper, twisting it slowly in and out as she watched herself in the mirror. As she pumped, as she stroked,

her pussy became warmer, and she could feel her insides clutching at her finger. She could feel the soft, warm moistness of her pussy, and

the warmth of her inner heat. Her pussy walls seemed to suck on her finger, trying to draw it in deeper. They squeezed down repeatedly, in

time to her heart beating. She moved the finger in and out slowly, then started thinking about a guy fucking her.


She pretended it was a guy's cock moving in and out of her pussy like that. Her mind spun and twisted. Sometimes she imagined she was

a guy fucking - her, or at least, a weak, soft girl who looked like this. Sometimes she was herself being fucked by a big, powerful,

masculine man. She pumped her finger in and out, thrusting it in to the knuckle and groaning softly as she stroked her clitoris with her

other fingers.


“Fuck,” she gasped.


Girls were weak. They were stupid. Their bodies were meant to be used by big strong men, to be fucked, to be pumped. She reached up

and squeezed her breast hard, gasping in both pleasure and pain. Her breast ached, but throbbed with life and excitement. She rubbed at the

swollen nipple, pinching and twisting it, and moaned again, her head thumping back against the wall as she raised her eyes to look at

herself again.


“Fucking whore,” she panted.


She turned her back to the mirror and bent forward, her neck aching as she turned to look behind her and saw the luscious bottom

pushed out at her. Her finger thrust into herself, and now she added a second, groaning in pleasure/pain at the tightness and ache,

thrusting up deep.


“Take it, slut,” she whispered, hardly hearing herself. “Take that big cock!”


Her eyes swept over the counter and paused on the tube of toothpaste. It was not an old fashioned squeeze tube, but a dispenser, and

in her present state her mind seized on the phallic shape of the round tube as she turned and reached for it.


Breathing raggedly, she pressed the base of the tube against the edge of the counter and leaned forward, pushing her backside towards

it. She felt the rounded top against her sex hole and groaned as she pushed back. It was far wider than her finger, than both her fingers

together. She began to grind herself back, to push rhythmically. The prodding made her sex ache in a delicious way and she could feel her

sex lips being forced inwards, spreading wide.


“Oh! Oh! Oh shit!” she gasped, her neck aching as she stared at the image in the mirror, stared at the fat, round tube pressed against

her sex opening.


And then her sex lips spread just a little wider and the tube entered her body. She shuddered, her eyes wild with excitement, her body

almost trembling with arousal now.


She’d masturbated before with her fingers, but usually in the dark, beneath the covers, and even then she rarely pushed them into her

body. Now the sweet ache of her sex lips made her body burn with a lust she could not remember ever feeling. Her eyes were fixed on the

sight of the tube as it slid slowly up into her body, and even as the ache grew worse the heat of her sex spread up through her body like a

bush fire.


She eased the tube out, staring at her sex lips before turning quickly around. She found a bottle of baby oil in the cabinet and her

trembling hands opened the top, then poured it over the tube. She turned again, pressing the base of the tube against the edge of the

counter. Once more she leaned forward, lining up the top of the tube with her sex, and then pushed back.


It entered her much more easily now, and the sensation of hot slipperiness was incredibly. She gasped aloud, moaning as she leaned

forward further, her head turned again to watch the site of the tube sliding up into her sex. She wondered where her cherry was, how deep it

would be, and why she hadn’t already broken it. The tube was halfway inside her now, and she was amazed at the sensation deep in her lower

belly, the hot full feeling.


She reached between her legs, holding the tube against the counter, and began to work her hips in and out. That was an even more

amazing sensation, and her breath became even more ragged. She cupped one of her breasts, squeezing it hard, rubbing her arm against the

other.


“Fucking whore. Fucking slut!” she panted. “Take that cock, slut!”


She rose somewhat, and sat back, and her eyes bulged as the entire long length of the tube slid up into her belly. For a moment the

pain made her stiffen and start forward, but then the orgasm hit and she cried out, sinking fully, letting all her weight down on the edge

of the counter.


The wild flare of heat between her legs shot up into her belly and ripped through her body like an explosion, making her tremble and

shake and locking the breath within her lungs. She stiffened and arched back as she shuddered, barely managing to keep enough control of

herself to keep from falling over.


Her fingers stroked roughly and wildly against her clitoris, and the orgasm screamed higher as she bucked and bounced and jerked

wildly, uncontrollably, her body alive with sexual heat and pleasure.


She stopped, gasping for breath, chest heaving.


Reviews

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Author Information

Argus is a man with long experience and credits in the publishing world. He has had almost two hundred novels published in the United Kingdom and The United States, by such publishers as Beeline, Star, Nexus, Chimera, Silver Moon, and Olympia. He has also been published in dozens of magazines.

 


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