*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.

Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes.

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"Last year, last year, last year," Charlie Whitman muttered to himself as he trudged up the steps of Centennial High School.

This was the last year he would have to go to school. This was the last year he would have to be the punching bag of the Alpha male jocks that each high school seemed to have in abundance. This was the last year cute girls would ignore him, walk past him as if he wasn't even there. At least this was a new high school. Last year, he'd been a student at Benhurst Academy. The five foot five inch chubby boy had been ridiculed, struck, tripped, pushed, punched...

He preferred not to think of his former high school. Thankfully, Jimmy, his father had been run off from Curtis Construction and now worked at Burns & Burns grocery store, unloading trucks, stocking shelves after hours. The move had put Charlie into this new school district in their town of Benhurst, Colorado. It also meant that Jimmy slept all day, and was gone in the evenings so could not torment his youngest son.

"God damned fat ass; do a fucking push up, huh, boy?" Jimmy would sneer. "Think any girl's going want anything do with you? Look at you."

"Jimmy, leave him alone," Miriam, Charlie's mother would whine in her screeching nasally voice.

"Last year, last year, last year," Charlie muttered as he looked again at his card.

"And then what?" Charlie asked himself.

His grades were horrible; he'd barely managed to get enough credits to advance to the twelfth grade. The eighteen year old boy had no athletic abilities. Jimmy had assured him that the military would not want him. After graduation, assuming he would graduate, Charlie's future held nothing more than looking at porn on his computer, whacking his whang to images of fresh faced teenaged girls getting fucked.

Standing in the milling throng of humanity, being jostled as students rushed around him, hearing the cacophony of voices, people calling out to one another, Charlie almost said 'the hell with it' and lurched back out the door.

"Room three ten, room, okay, that's room one twenty, shit, where the hell..." Charlie muttered to himself, brushing his blond hair out of his eyes.

"Hi Sweetie; what you looking for?" an attractive blonde girl asked him.

"Huh?" Charlie asked, turning and looking up at the five foot nine inch girl, looking into her beautiful green eyes.

"New here, huh? I'm Korrie," the girl smiled, taking his card from his hand. "Oh! Room three ten! Me too! Come on."

And with that, the tall girl grabbed Charlie's hand and pulled him through the pushing, pulling, milling mass of students. Charlie followed mutely as the girl pulled him up two flights of stairs.

The whole time they walked, she kept up a running monologue, talked about the school, talked about herself.

Charlie found her voice to be musical, warm, soothing. But over the echoing noise bouncing off the hard surfaces, he could not understand, comprehend a single word she said.

"Korrie! Hey!" a slender red head screamed as they stepped onto the third floor of the red brick building.

"Mandy!" Korrie screamed in reply.

Charlie felt his cock harden as his new friend bent and hugged a short red head. The two girls kissed, lip to lip and squeezed one another again.

"Hey; who's your cute boyfriend?" Mandy asked.

"You don't worry about it; I saw him first," Korrie teased, lightly shoving Mandy away.

"Quit! Hi, I'm Mandy Weinsmith," the girl said.

"I uh, I'm Charlie Whitman," Charlie muttered.

"Ha! Korrie DAVIS, with a 'D' guess who'll be sitting right by me, WEINSMITH with a 'W' hmm?" Mandy laughed.

"Steal him and I'll never talk to you again," Korrie threatened as they pushed their way into the bustling room.

"Hey Korrie," a large youth said.

"Hi Chad, no, Chad, don't fucking talk to me Chad," Korrie snapped.

"Double for me, Chad," Mandy said. "Korrie, over here?"

Charlie found himself being dragged to a row of desks

Finally sitting, Charlie was able to look at Korrie Davis. She was slim, with a narrow face, shoulder length blonde hair, and green eyes. Her nose was a small one, which made her full lips look even more pronounced.

Her chest was substantial on her slim frame, and her skirt was snug around her sweetly rounded buttocks. Her legs were long, tapered, bare from mid-thigh to her four inch pumps. Those pumps had helped Korrie tower over Charlie.

Mandy, Charlie guessed, was cute, with a plethora of freckles on her small face. Her carrot orange hair hung down to her calves, right now, she had much of it pulled up into her lap. Her breasts were barely a handful, her buttocks looked bony in her snug jeans.

"Okay, Charlie, we got American History, uh, oh! Algebra, and English together," Korrie said, turning to hand Charlie his card.

"Uh, okay, let's see," Mandy said, grabbing Charlie's card before he could take it from Korrie. "Yea! Algebra, and Computers, WITHOUT Korrie there to bother us and... Hmm, well, that's it."

Charlie wondered why these two girls seemed to be interested in him. He had thick blond hair, hazel eyes, a cute enough face, even if it was a little pudgy, and a short, pudgy body. His clothes were actually from the local thrift shop. His two older brothers and even his sister were taller than him; there were no hand-me-downs for him to wear.

With a warm smile, Mandy handed Charlie his card. Then a plump middle aged woman was bustling into the class and calling attendance.

"Did you have a nice day? I know, going to a new school; must have been so hard," Charlie's mother asked when Charlie entered the house.

"I uh, yeah, it was all right," Charlie agreed.

Because his dad was sitting at the kitchen table, eating a hearty meal, and already had two cans of beer sitting in front of him, Charlie said nothing of Korrie, the cute, tall blonde eighteen year old that seemed to like him, or Mandy, the cute, skinny red head that seemed to like him. His father would only laugh derisively and inform Charlie of his true status; loser.

"Did you make any friends?" Miriam asked, taking the two empty cans of beer from the table.

"He have any friends' last place we sent him?" Jimmy sneered. "What makes you think he's going get any friends here?"

Charlie did not answer. Miriam washed the cans of beer in the sink, then dropped them into the recycling bin.

Tuesday, Korrie and Mandy were waiting outside of the main building of Centennial HI School. Charlie was embarrassed that both girls saw him getting off of bus number 188. He was old enough to have a driver's license. He'd had a learner's permit for two years now. But Jimmy kept setting goals that Charlie would have to achieve first before he'd be allowed to take the truck down to the DMV to try out for his license. Then, just as Charlie looked as though he might achieve that goal, Jimmy would change the goal.

"There he is," Korrie smiled warmly.

"Uh huh," Mandy agreed.

"Told you, Mandy, I saw him first," Korrie said.

And Charlie inexplicably found himself flanked by two females. He found himself being dragged first to Korrie's locker, than Mandy's locker, and finally his own locker. From there, he was dragged into room 310.

"So... Charlie..." Korrie cooed, highly polished fingernail dragging along his jaw line. "What you doing Friday?"

"I uh, nothing," Charlie gulped.

"Love, love, love Brick's Supreme. You?" Korrie asked, face so close that Charlie could smell the orange juice she'd had with breakfast.

"Uh yeah," Charlie said, having no idea what a brick was, or what a supreme was.

"Give me your phone," Korrie demanded.

"I uh, don't got one," Charlie admitted.

"Huh?" Korrie asked.

"What?" Mandy asked.

"Charlie! That, that's un-American!" Korrie insisted.

But Korrie punched Charlie's address into her cell phone and said she'd pick him up at six thirty Friday.

Jimmy asked what kind of fat ass, pimple faced monster his son had a date with. But he did give his son a twenty dollar bill.

"Any change from that?" Jimmy started to say.

"Keep it," Miriam finished.

"Yeah, what the fuck. And make sure you use a condom. Don't need another Tina Marie, huh?" Jimmy said.

Tina Marie was Jimmy Junior's ex-wife. Jimmy, jr. and Tina Marie had married when the Latin beauty discovered she was pregnant. Jimmy the third, Triple J as Jimmy, Jr called the boy was an adorable toddler. But less than one year after their hurried marriage, Tina Marie had filed for divorce, claiming emotional and physical abuse. She was also trying for sole custody of Triple J.

On Friday, every time Korrie would smile at him, Charlie would flame bright red. She would smile wider and would nudge Mandy.

Charlie searched frantically through his meager closet and cursed his father for being so cheap. He cursed his mother for shopping almost exclusively at Truesdale's, the thrift shop in Benhurst.

"Oh! Hello," Miriam stammered, looking up at the beautiful young girl that stood on the porch.

"Hello; Charlie ready?" Korrie smiled.

"I, uh, oh. Come on in; I'll see," Miriam stammered.

Charlie sighed; the light blue button up shirt and the olive green khakis were the best he'd been able to find. And the olive green trousers were just a tad snug on him.

"Hey Korrie, I uh, this uh, this is my mom," Charlie stammered.

"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Whitman," Korrie giggled at the discomfort the two showed.

Brick's Pizzeria had a brick oven that reached temperatures of 900 degrees, hence the name, Brick's. Their Supreme had four different meats and onion, green pepper, mushrooms and olives.

"My Uncle David gave me a hundred bucks," Korrie said, gently pushing Charlie's twenty dollar bill back into his hand.

"You uh, you live with your uncle?" Charlie asked.

Korrie lost her easy smile. Then she looked into Charlie's hazel eyes and fought to smile.

"I uh, my dad? He uh, he was already married when he got my mom knocked up," Korrie said. Then, about three years ago? My mom had Phil move in. Minute ass hole moved in? Started hitting me, slapping me around, calling me a pussy and a bitch. Of course, my mom's all like, 'well, you bring it on yourself' and I'm like 'Mom, how, huh? How am I bringing this on myself?'"

"Oh God," Charlie gasped, fully able to empathize with Korrie's pain.

"Anyway, my Uncle David took me out of all that," Korrie smiled. "Oh, at first? Kind of hard get used to, but now? I'll kind of miss the place."

"Miss the, you moving?" Charlie asked, guts knotting up.

He had just met this beautiful girl; the thought of her moving away made him fearful.

"Well, yeah, I mean, sooner or later, huh? College? Maybe get married?" Korrie pointed out.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, yeah," Charlie agreed.

He didn't like mushrooms, or onions, or olives, or ham. But when their pizza came, Charlie ate every bite of the four slices he managed to get his hands on. Korrie ate the other five pieces, leaving the crusts.

"My dad would say that's not fair," Charlie said, pointing to her crusts.

"Here," Korrie smiled, sliding the plate over.

She beat him soundly at miniature golf, but her musical laugh and soft kiss afterward made his humiliation worth it. Then Korrie linked fingers with Charlie and asked if he'd ever been to the Ridge.

"I uh, no," Charlie admitted, wishing his slacks weren't so damned tight in the waist.

"Oh, goody," Korrie husked, hitting the key fob for her Lincoln Navigator.

At the Ridge, Korrie urged Charlie into the rear seat of the SUV. No sooner was he able to close the door than Korrie was shoving her tongue down his throat. She moaned into his mouth as she rubbed her chest against him.

"Come on, Charlie, they won't break," Korrie husked, placing one of his hands onto one of her breasts.

Even through blouse and bra, Charlie could feel the springiness of her flesh, could feel her fat nipple. He continued to play with her impressive breasts while they kissed hotly.

"Pinch, ugh! Yes!" Korrie instructed, then grunted as Charlie pinched her nipple through blouse and bra.

She shrugged out of her blouse and Charlie was looking at her pretty pink lace bra. Then she fiddled with the front claps and he was staring at his first real live breasts.

"Yes!" Korrie hissed as Charlie's lips began to suckle at her nipple.

Her hand went to his waistband and Charlie almost gasped with relief when she unbuttoned his trousers. Then her small hand was fumbling with his briefs and Charlie grunted, then ejaculated into his briefs.

"Did you, aw! That is so sweet!" Korrie enthused as she eased his sticky briefs down.

She eased him to sit against the door and slid herself off the bench seat.

"Erk!" Charlie grunted loudly when Korrie's hot mouth encircled the head of his shrinking cock.

Her mouth was warm and wet. Her tongue started off softly, teasing the head of his cock. Korrie increased the suction, increased the pressure of her tongue against the mushroom shaped head of Charlie's cock and Charlie could feel his cock quickly regaining an erection.

Korrie bobbed her head up and down, each down stroke taking more of his cock into her hot mouth. He had quickly swelled to his full five and a half inches and Korrie easily took him down to the root. She pulled her head up until just the head of his cock remained inside of her mouth and her small hand stroked his spittle lubricated cock.

"I'm not a slut," Korrie insisted, then swallowed Charlie's cock to the root again.

"I erk, I ugh, God! I know that," Charlie protested.

Soon, too soon, Charlie was grunting and bucking. Korrie moaned her approval as Charlie's spunk filled her mouth.

"Mm-hmm," she cooed, head bobbing up and down the length of his cock, milking his cock.

When he quit making animalistic sounds, Korrie pulled her mouth off of his cock. She knelt on the floor of the SUV and gently pulled Charlie's head forward.

"Mm," she cooed, kissing his gasping mouth.

Korrie was already shrugging into her blouse when Charlie realized; Korrie Ann Davis had just fed him a sizable portion of his own semen. To his horror and revulsion, his cock began to swell again.

"Come on, Baby," Korrie whispered softly into his ear. "Need get home; it's almost eleven o'clock."

She apologized, but she would be busy the rest of the weekend. She had schoolwork, and had a family commitment.

"My sister Britney and her husband Paul are bringing their baby by on Sunday. Sunday dinner's a big deal at my uncle's house," Korrie said happily as she started the vehicle.

"Their baby's Annalei; Britney can't have babies so they adopted her. She's Colombian, no, no, Guatemalan, oh! She is the cutest little baby ever. I want one," Korrie enthused as she drove toward Charlie's house.

"I uh, maybe one day I'll get meet her," Charlie thought to say.

Monday morning, Charlie smiled as he saw Mandy and Korrie waiting outside of the school building. Mandy stepped down the steps and intercepted Charlie as he approached.

"Korrie says you're a hot kisser," she said.

"Korrie's got a big mouth," Charlie smiled.

"Didn't mind my big mouth too much when your dick was in it," Korrie said.

"Wait, what?" Chad exclaimed.

"Uh, didn't send you no invitation, huh?" Korrie snapped at the young man. "So uh, don't need be listening in, huh?"

"My uncle's going be out the house Friday," Korrie hinted on Wednesday.

"I, oh, okay," Charlie said.

"So, we'll have the whole house, all to ourselves," Korrie continued, breathing warmly into Charlie's ear.

"Ms. Davis," Ms. Rittmuller, their Algebra teacher snapped.

"Yes ma'am," Korrie smiled sweetly.

"So, Charlie, why don't you come on over?" Korrie asked Thursday morning as they sat in their homeroom.

She leaned close, breathing hotly into his ear.

"I'd love to fuck you," she breathed. "Think you'd like to get fucked?"

"Think I'd love it," Charlie gasped out, his cock tenting his jeans.

"Uh huh," Korrie enthused. "And you got the ass for it, Baby."

To prove her point, she raked her fingernails over Charlie's plump buttocks.

"Mm-hmm, nice," Korrie purred.

Again, Friday afternoon, Charlie cursed his lack of decent clothing, finally deciding on a pair of jeans that had seen better days and his older brother's Denver Broncos pullover shirts.

"Hi, Mrs. Whitman, my man ready?" Korrie asked pleasantly when Miriam opened the door.

"OH, love the Broncos!" Korrie said when Charlie entered the living room. "John Elway was so cute when he was quarterbacking. But oh! Pay. Ton. Man. Ning, huh?""

"Isn't that Johnny's shirt?" Miriam asked Charlie.

"Said I could borrow it," Charlie lied.

"Oh, okay," Miriam said.

As usual, Korrie did most of the talking as she drove through Benhurst. Soon, they were in Raquel Falls, climbing in elevation.

"And..." Korrie said, pulling in front of a gated home.

"Holy shit," Charlie said, looking at the mansion. "Uh, what exactly does your uncle do?"

"Uncle David? He's the chief medical examiner of the county," Korrie said as the gate slid open.

"Your uncle's David Rippen?" Charlie asked.

"Uh huh," Korrie smiled as she pulled into the garage.

"Good evening, Missy Korrie," an Asian woman greeted them in heavily accented English.

"Good evening, Mrs. Kensati," Korrie agreed. "Mrs. Kensati, this is my boyfriend, Charlie."

"How you do?" the woman asked, bowing slightly.

""I uh, I'm fine. You?" Charlie asked, in awe of their opulent surroundings.

"Wash hands, dinner ready on table," Mrs. Kensati ordered.

"Thank you," Korrie said, pulling Charlie to a small half-bath.

"Uh, thank you; nice to meet you," Charlie said.

The woman was gone when they emerged, still patting their hands dry. Korrie pulled Charlie into a dining room, where two plates waited for them.

Dinner was grilled salmon, a vegetable medley and creamy noodles and cheese. When Charlie had finished, Korrie kissed him, then grabbed his plate.

"And for dessert..." she said, carrying two small plates with a thick slab of chocolate raspberry cake on each plate.

Charlie was rewarded with another kiss, and a happy smile from Korrie.

After their dessert, Korrie pulled Charlie up the stairs. She flung open the door to her room. Charlie was hesitant to enter.

"I uh, I mean, Mrs. Kensati? She uh, she going tell your uncle I was in here?" Charlie asked worriedly.

"Uh, Mrs. Kensati knows I didn't bring you here play gin rummy," Korrie giggled.

Her bedroom was just like her; very feminine. The four poster bed had a gauzy coverlet forming a canopy around the large bed. The carpet was pink, the furniture white with gold filigree.

Korrie put on some music and grabbed Charlie. Before he could protest that he didn't, he couldn't dance, Korrie was guiding him around the room.

"I'm pretty sure, isn't the guy supposed to lead?" Charlie asked.

"My room," Korrie answered and kissed him.

Her tongue worked into his mouth. Her fingernails lightly scratched at his face, his throat. Then she was edging his Broncos pullover shirt up his chubby belly.

"Mm-hmm," Korrie groaned approval, her fingers teasing and tweaking Charlie's nipples.

Charlie was embarrassed. He had a chubby torso, and a bit of a belly. Shirtless, these defects were readily apparent.

"Oh, yes, Charlie," Korrie husked.

She bent and took one of his nipples into her mouth and sucked on the tender flesh. She nuzzled his nipple for a moment, then lightly bit down.

"Ugh!" Charlie grunted, his erection tenting his jeans.

"Take those off," Korrie husked. "I want to see you naked."

"Want see you naked," Charlie agreed, quickly kicking his tennis shoes off.
"Uh huh, you will, Baby, you will," Korrie promised, watching as Charlie stripped out of jeans, briefs and socks.

She turned him around and playfully slapped his jiggling buttocks.

"Yes," Korrie enthused.

She pulled him to her bed and sat him on the lip of the mattress. They kissed hotly for a few moments, her hand constantly lightly stroking his cock. Just when Charlie was sure he would ejaculate, Korrie pinched and twisted the base of his cock, staving off the inevitable.

By the time Korrie shimmied out of blouse and lacy bra, Charlie was panting, almost trembling. She took pity on him and lay him down on her soft mattress.

"Oh God," Charlie groaned as Korrie's hot mouth slurped noisily from the head of his cock, down to the root.

"Mm-hmm," Koori cooed as Charlie grunted and thrust his hips.

When he finished ejaculating, Korrie wiggled forward and pressed her lips to Charlie's gasping mouth.

Charlie knew she was feeding him his own semen. His first instinct was to turn his head away. She must have sensed this; her small hand was on the side of his face, holding him in place.

His second instinct was to open his mouth wide. His cock slowly stiffened again as he tasted his own semen on Korrie's probing tongue. The two lovers kissed, gently touching one another's faces.

"Charlie, can I, you can say no, but, can I fuck you?" Korrie whispered hotly into his ear.

"I uh yeah, yes, please let me fuck you," Charlie gasped out, cock twitching and jerking.

"I, Charlie, it all right, I mean, I know it's kind of, it's kind of kinky but..." Korrie hesitated as she unzipped her skirt.

Kinky's good, kinky's good," Charlie quickly agreed and she laughed.

Charlie was puzzled when Korrie tied his wrists to the right and left posts of her headboard. His cock jerked, pulsed as she wiggled around him, black lace thong cradling, displaying her compact buttocks.

"And, oh! Someone likes this," Korrie giggled, seeing Charlie's hard cock bobbing.

She bent and licked Charlie's cock, her green eyes peering into his hazel eyes.

"Wait, going be kind of hard to..." Charlie said as Korrie lifted one heavy leg and tied it to the cross beam of her headboard.

"No, no, it'll work, you'll see," Korrie giggled as she fastened his other leg over his head.

She wiggled three pillows underneath his hips, thus reliving some of the strain in his back and the backs of his thighs.

"Charlie," Korrie whispered, fingers in the waistband of her panties. "Charlie! Ready to get fucked?"

"Uh huh," Charlie agreed eagerly.

"Okay, Charlie, and I'm ready to fuck you," Korrie tittered as she eased her panties down and off of her long legs.

At first, Charlie could not comprehend what his eyes were seeing. Korrie had beautiful hips; they flared out beautifully from her narrow waist. Her pubic hair was a light brown in color, light brown tightly coiled curls.

And Korrie had a seven inch, fat, angry looking cock and two heavy balls.

"That's, Korrie, you, you're a guy?" Charlie sputtered, staring at Korrie's cock.

The head glistened with Korrie's excitement. Her cock bobbed and twitched and pulsed. Her heavy balls wobbled and her cock bobbed as she knee walked to where Charlie lay, legs up, anus exposed.

"Ready to get fucked, Baby?" Korrie cooed, unscrewing the lid from a jar of anal lubricant.

"You, I'll scream," Charlie threatened as the mattress sagged.

"And? Think Mrs. Kensati will save you?" Korrie giggled.

"Help! Help!" Charlie did scream as he felt Korrie's greased finger begin to probe his struggling anus.

"Charlie! Stop that!" Korrie hissed, gripping Charlie's balls in her other hand.

"Erk!" Charlie cried out; the pressure was excruciating.

Then, to his horror and shame, his semen jetted out of his hard cock. His semen jetted out, striking him on the face, throat and chest.

"Going quit screaming?" Korrie asked, slightly releasing her grip on his testicles.

"Yes, yes," Charlie groaned.

Soon, two fingers were probing, thrusting in and out of his greasy rectum. Charlie closed his eyes, face red with shame. His treacherous cock had again swelled as Korrie's fingers pushed in and out of his virgin orifice.

"Oh God, this, oh this is, I wanted do tis first time I saw that pretty face of yours," Korrie husked as she gripped her fat erection in her hand.

"Please, Korrie, Please don't," Charlie whimpered as he felt the head of her cock against his rectum.

"Oh, Baby," Korrie said, sounding almost sad. "Baby, it's too late."

"Ugh!" Charlie screamed as the blunt head of Korrie's cock pushed into his anus.

He could feel the blunt end of her cock pressing against his tightly clenched opening. He could feel his muscles weaken against the invasion. He could feel the blunt head gain a millimeter, press and gain another painful millimeter.

"Ugh, God damn, it hurts, it hurts," Charlie sobbed out as the head caused his rosebud to flower open.

"Shh, shh, first time always does," Korrie whispered, voice tight with her strain.

Charlie could feel the blunt head pushing in past his opening. He could feel the flared ridge around the glans of Korrie's cock as it rasped against his sensitive tissue. He could feel the blunt head pushing, pushing, gaining millimeter after millimeter.

"Ugh, damn you are tight," Korrie wheezed

"Please, Korrie, please stop, I won't tell anyone you're a guy, okay?" Charlie sobbed, tears streaming down his face as pain radiated from his anus outward.

"Told you, Baby; too late," Korrie groaned and slowly began to back up.

"Ugh! God damn it!" Charlie howled, feeling every millimeter of her blunt cock now rasping as she pulled out of him.

Then she was pushing in again. A curious warmth began to well up in Charlie's guts. He could feel the head of Korrie's cock pushing in deeper. He could feel his anus relaxing, accommodating the impressive girth of her cock.

"Ugh, aw shit!" Charlie cried out and again his cock jerked and spurted a heavy stream of semen, the semen striking him in his face, throat and chest.

"Ugh, God damn, like my cock, huh?" Korrie giggled and started to pull herself out of his clutching rectum again.

"Ugh," Charlie sobbed, not answering her question.

"You going make a great pussy," Korrie whispered. "You going make a great bitch. I bet Uncle David's going love you, Baby."

Charlie just grunted and moaned as Korrie began to thrust forcefully. Korrie's cock was now hammering in and out of Charlie's hole.

"Ugh, yes, yes, oh," Korrie grunted and began to spurt a hot stream of her semen into Charlie's sore bowels.

"Oh, oh, yes, oh God," Korrie grunted and panted as she gasped to catch her breath.

She bent and kissed Charlie on his lips.

"Oh! Ew, come on, ew, God, got your shit all over my cock," Korrie complained as her cock popped out of Charlie's hole.

Korrie quickly untied Charlie and helped him get to shaky legs. He staggered slightly as she pulled him toward a door.

"Toilet's right there; I'm jumping in the shower," Korrie said.

Charlie wearily plopped onto the padded seat of the commode. Korrie did slide the clear glass door open and start the shower.

"Finish in there, come join me," Korrie said.

"Ugh! Oh," Charlie sobbed as his guts twisted, then unknotted.

After he finished, he did open the door of the shower. Korrie smiled and pulled him against her wet body.

"I, I'm not gay," Charlie said, resisting as Korrie hugged him.

"I'm not either," Korrie smiled and easily pinned him against the shower wall.

She kissed him. After a moment, Charlie opened his mouth and the two kissed. Then Korrie grabbed a nylon netting sponge and squirted some body was onto the ball. She made quick work of cleaning the dribbles of semen from his throat and chest. When that was done, she then twisted Charlie around.

"Aw yeah, Baby's got a nice ass, huh?" Korrie praised, then soaped up Charlie's butt crack.

"Need get that hiney all nice and shiny," Korrie hissed, pinning Charlie's torso against the shower wall.

"I'm not, Korrie, I'm not gay," Charlie almost sobbed.

He could feel the rough material rasping against his tender flesh. He could feel his erect cock bending as Korrie pushed him against the wall.

"I know that," Korrie said, biting down on Charlie's ear. "I wanted some gay guy, I'd get Peter in here."

Peter Delahoosy was a fellow classmate. No one knew for sure, but it was rumored that the young man was gay.

Korrie used a fluffy towel to dry Charlie and then had him sit on the lid of the commode while she dried herself off. His cock jerked and twitched as he watched her compact buttocks strain and flex as she toweled off. She made quick work of blowing her hair dry, again with much flexing and swiveling her buttocks for his benefit.

When she'd finished, she smiled at him in her mirror. He smiled sheepishly. Then she turned, one hand gripping her erect cock.

"You ready to play again?" she cooed.

"Korrie, I, no, I, my ass can't take that again," Charlie protested.

She first kissed him, sliding her tongue into his mouth. Her other hand softly stroked his hard cock as they kissed. She then stood and presented her cock to him.

"I, I'm not gay," Charlie protested, shrinking away from her.

"I know that. I'm not either," Korrie snapped. Losing patience.

She gripped the back of Charlie's head in a surprisingly strong grip and pushed her cock against his mouth. He tried to twist away.

"Look. I sucked yours. Fuck, I sucked you off, what? Twice. Least you could do is..." Korrie bartered.

"Let you fuck my ass," Charlie shrilled.

"And don't try tell me you didn't like it," Korrie said.

"I didn't," Charlie denied.

"Charlie," Korrie said.

"I DIDN'T!" Charlie sobbed.

"Yeah, yeah you did," Korrie whispered, squatting down and looking into Charlie's eyes. "Baby, way your ass was squeezing my cock? You liked it, a lot."

She stood and pulled Charlie to his feet. Korrie led the sobbing boy back into her bedroom. Again, she pulled him to lie on her bed, after shoving the mound of pillows aside. Then she cuddled up against him. Her hands stroked his flesh. Her lips kissed his face and throat.

"Baby, it's all right," she soothed. "Hey, liking a big fat cock doesn't make you a fag."

"Then what's it make you?" Charlie screeched angrily.

"Makes you a great fuck," she claimed. "Makes you a great piece of ass."

She bit down on one of his nipples, teeth gently but firmly holding onto the nub. Her tongue lapped against the tender flesh. She released his nipple, kissed him, then took the other nipple into her mouth.

Her hand went to his rock hard cock and stroked it gently. Then her hand cupped his balls and gently squeezed them. She rolled them in her hand.

Korrie twisted around and took Charlie's cock into her mouth. She held just the head in her loose lips, letting her tongue do the work. Her pressure was light as she slid her mouth down the length of his cock.

"Ooh," Charlie moaned.

And then Korrie's cock was nudging against his cheek. It bumped into his face a few times.

"Baby, come on," Korrie gently commanded, letting Charlie's hard cock pop out of her mouth.

Her small hand continued to toy with his balls and her lips loosely held his cock. Again, her hard cock bumped into his cheek.

Charlie opened his mouth. The taste was of lavender, of the lavender body wash they'd just used. There was a slightly bitter taste oozing from the tip, her excitement. The texture of her cock was velvety soft, smooth against his tongue. Her skin felt warm as she pushed herself deeper into his mouth.

"Mm-hmm," Korrie moaned in approval as Charlie's hot tongue lapped at her sensitive cock.

"Breathe through your nose, Baby," Korrie counseled when her cock thrust too far, causing him to gag and cough.

"Mmph!" Charlie gagged again as Korrie's cock bumped into his throat.

"Your nose, Baby, breathe through your nose," Korrie said, her small hand holding the back of Charlie's head in place.

"Ack! Ack!" Charlie gasped and grunted.

"Oh fuck yeah," Korrie moaned as her cock slid down Charlie's throat. "Fuck! Yes!"

Stream after stream of her semen pumped down Charlie's flexing, constricting throat. Charlie fought, unable to breathe as Korrie held him in place.

"Fuck, oh that was so good, Baby," Korrie enthused, finally pulling her cock from Charlie's gagging, retching throat.

"Fucking trying kill me?" Charlie screamed, tears running down his face.

"Shh, shh, stop," Korrie demanded, wiggling around to kiss Charlie's tears away.

She hugged him tightly and kissed him. Then she was urging his legs apart.

"Korrie, what, no, please don't," Charlie begged.

Even as he begged her not to use his aching bowels again, his cock was throbbing. His legs parted of their own accord. He whimpered as she again wormed two greasy fingers into his rectum.

"Augh! Oh God!" he cried out as she slowly pushed her hard cock into him.

This time, because he was not bent nearly double, when his cock twitched then spurted his semen, it jetted out toward the ceiling. Korrie giggled as Charlie's semen jetted upward, then splattered onto his belly and patch of light brown pubic hair.

Korrie used a finger to scoop up his semen, then fed Charlie his semen. Charlie licked and sucked Korrie's finger clean.

Charlie came to, a soft white light bathing him. He could feel a soft, cool pillow underneath his head, could feel crisp white cloth against his bare skin. It was cool in the room, but not cold. The crisp sheet covering him was drawn up to just under his armpits.

"Hey, you're awake?" Korrie asked softly.

"Mm, uh, yeah," Charlie croaked softly.

"Here, need some water?" Korrie asked, standing.

He saw that Korrie was dressed in a white tank top and pair of Daisy Duke Denim shorts. Her light brown nipples were visible through the thin material of her tank top.

"Here you go, Baby," Korrie soothed, putting a straw to his lips.

Charlie tried to raise his hand, to take the cup from her. His wrists were securely fastened to cold metal railings along the small gurney he lay upon.

""What? What am I, why am I..." Charlie mumbled, head still slightly foggy.

"Shh," Korrie soothed, kissing him on his lips. "Let me tell you my story."



"Swear to fucking God, wish I had a gun, would just kill the mother fucker," Lawrence Kettering thought bitterly.

His face hurt where Phil had hit him. He couldn't even see out of his right eye; it had swollen shut.

And his mother. His own mother, instead of protecting her son, her only child from the savage beating her boyfriend had given him, his own mother said he'd brought it on himself.

How exactly Lawrence had brought the latest beating on himself, Penny couldn't say. But supposedly, Lawrence had either said or done something that warranted Phil punching the slender eighteen year old boy in his face.

So, he had to start the new school year, his last year of school with a nasty purplish-blackened right eye and a jaw so sore he'd been unable to eat breakfast that morning. Chewing his Cap'n Crunch had hurt.

"Oh, Sweetie Pie! Oh, what happened to you?" a beautiful, slightly chubby Latin girl cooed, actually reaching her hand up to gently touch Lawrence's face.

Lawrence stared, uncomprehending. He was Loser Larry. Beautiful girls didn't fuss over him. Beautiful girls with impressive chests and wonderfully rounded hips and beautiful eyes didn't look into his green eyes with concern.

In front of his classmates, the students that called him loser, and dork, and dumb ass, Lawrence sobbed out the story. While he sobbed, Britney Ann Davis held him against her pillowy soft 38DD breasts. She stroked his blond hair, she whispered soothing words into his ear.

"Hi, I'm Britney," she finally smiled. "I'm new here."

"I uh, I'm..." Lawrence stammered.

"Larry the Loser," Todd Celcamp sneered.

"Wow, a rectum that can talk," Britney sneered at Todd. "Come on, Larry, we're sitting over here, okay?"

"Uh, Lawrence. I hate 'Larry,'" Lawrence said.

"Oh, okay, Sweetie Pie," Britney smiled.

Her shoulder length black hair shone as it surrounded her round face. Her eyes were large, dark as they peered into his eyes. Her nose was small and her lips were full, pouting.

Her skin tone showed her Latin heritage, her hourglass figure also showed her heritage.

"I just moved here from Missouri; you live here long?" Britney continued. "My uncle? See, I was living, oh God, you don't even want know how bad it was, you know, the fat girl, everybody wants make fun of the fat kid, right?"

They had three classes together. In each class, Britney grabbed Lawrence and pulled him to sit next to her. At lunch, he was herded to her table. Other males, the Alpha males in the school noticed the new girl, noticed her large chest, her nice jiggly butt and approached her.

But she ignored them, smiling at Lawrence. She touched him, his hand, his arm, his leg.

"Lawrence, how you getting home?" she asked, catching him as he left his last class of the day.

"I uh, buss," Lawrence admitted.

"Well, no sir! Come on; I've got my uncle's old car over here," Britney enthused, guiding Lawrence toward a lipstick red BMW.

Britney did not say anything about the trailer park. She made no comment about the fact that out of all the rusted, sagging trailers, the one Lawrence lived in looked the most in need of repairs, or demolition.

"I come get you tomorrow, okay?" Britney enthused, kissed Lawrence on his lips and waited until he entered the trailer before pulling away.

"Fuck! Who was that, huh?" Phil demanded, standing in the open doorway, watching the BMW pull out of the trailer park.

"Britney," Lawrence mumbled.

"Britney? Who's this Britney?" Phil asked.

Lawrence was afraid to say anything. He was afraid if he gave too much information, somehow Phil would find a way to destroy the one good thing he had in his life.

But he was also afraid not to say anything. He did not want to somehow anger Phil again; his face still hurt.

"Goes to my school; we got a bunch of the same classes. Got a butt load of homework," Lawrence said, hoping that would satisfy Phil.

"Shit, man, see she's got a sister, huh?" Phil chortled, giving Lawrence a light slap to his shoulder.

"A sis, and uh, hey, what you need with a sister, huh?" Lawrence's mother asked.

A light slap to Penny's face silenced her complaint. Lawrence quickly went to his room, to start on his homework.

"Lawrence, I'm picking you up tonight, okay? We're going on our first date," Britney husked in Lawrence's ear as she dropped him off at his trailer Friday afternoon.

"What should I wear?" Lawrence asked.

"Hmm, oh, just some nice jeans, a nice shirt," Britney said. "Baby, I know you don't got a bunch of money, so don't get too dressed up. We're just going to Rio Del Sol, then the Ridge, okay?"

"The, the Ridge?" Lawrence asked, voice slightly strangled.

"Yeah, uh, unless you don't want to?" Britney asked, peering into his beautiful eyes.

"Oh yeah I want to, hell yeah I want to," Lawrence enthused. "It's just that, I mean, God, you're gorgeous! Why would you want go there, with me?"

"Because, God, you're gorgeous," Britney giggled and kissed him. "Now, get out. I need go home and get beautiful."

"That shouldn't take too long; you're already beautiful," Lawrence said.

"Get out," Britney mock-ordered. "See you at six, okay?"

Phil flirted with Britney, right in front of Lawrence's mother. Phil seemed oblivious to her glares, but Britney and Lawrence noticed.

"Get that little slut out of my house and don't bring her back here," Lawrence's mother hissed, her ragged fingernails digging painfully into Lawrence's scrawny bicep.

Rio Del Sol was an upscale Mexican restaurant. The salsa and the guacamole was made to order, at the customer's table. Britney ordered everything, speaking in fluent Spanish with the Latin waiter.
Apparently, Britney liked very spicy foods; Lawrence couldn't feel his tongue as they left the restaurant.

At the Ridge, Britney urged Lawrence into the back seat of her car. They made out for a few moments before Britney encouraged Lawrence to play with her breasts.

"Got big titties for a reason," she husked. "They're there for you to play with."

Lawrence got his very first blow job. Britney was delighted with how long his cock was and hungrily sucked him off.

"Mm, love, love taste of a man's juice," Britney enthused.

"Uh huh," Lawrence gasped.

"My time of the month or I'd let you fuck me," Britney confessed.

They continued to make out until Lawrence's cock was at full mast again.

"God, oh, Baby, you're so big," Britney enthused, stroking Lawrence's member.

She nibbled on his bottom lip. Then her glittering eyes looked into his still dazed eyes.

"Tell you what, how about this?" she whispered. "How about I let you fuck me up the ass?"

Lawrence almost blew his load when she said this. He had fantasized about anal sex ever since seeing a pornographic movie on Phil's laptop computer. In the video clip, the emaciated blonde had taken a large dick into her gaping anus, squealing and moaning like she loved it, like the huge cock was killing her.

"Here," Britney said, smearing Lawrence's cock with a gooey substance.

She wiggled around and knelt on the seat, large buttocks sticking up. Then she eased her jeans and lacy thong down to just underneath her tightly clenched anus.

"Go slow, Baby," she said, voice shaking with excitement. "You're pretty big."

"Ugh!" they both cried out as Lawrence's greasy cock pressed against, then bounced away from Britney's rosebud.

"Oh, Jesus," Lawrence hissed as his cockhead slipped a millimeter into Britney's incredible tightness.

"Yyeess," Britney hissed. "God, you're killing me, Baby."

"Want me to stop?" Lawrence grunted as another millimeter pushed into her.

"No!" Britney screamed.

"No, Baby, you better not stop, you hear? You better fuck me," Britney grunted, pushing back.

Even after Britney's ball draining blow job, Lawrence did not last long in her tight ass. If she was disappointed, Britney did not let on. She used a wad of napkins to clean his soiled cock, then wadded up a few more napkins and jammed them against her drooling anus.

"Guess you think I'm just this big slut, huh?" Britney said quietly.

"Huh? No, no, I don't think..." Lawrence quickly defended.

"It's just that, just that, Lawrence? I think I'm in love with you," Britney said.

"Think I love you too," Lawrence said.

As she pulled up to his trailer, Britney told Lawrence she would be busy the rest of the weekend. Her Uncle David and Aunt Linda had plans for the three of them.

"I uh, I could come along," Lawrence suggested.

"Maybe next time. No, no, definitely next time," Britney promised.

The next Friday, Britney quietly whispered that Aunt Linda and Uncle David were out of the house. She drove them there straight from school.

Lawrence goggled at the sight of the mansion. Britney smiled at Lawrence's obvious admiration of the large home and neatly manicured lawn.

"Mrs. Kensati? This is my boyfriend, Lawrence," Britney introduced as they entered the large kitchen.

"Mm-hmm," was the Asian woman's only indication that she'd heard Britney.

"When will supper be ready?" Britney asked, already pulling Lawrence out of the kitchen.

"Six o'clock," Mrs. Kensati answered.

In Britney's room, the two eighteen year olds sat on her bed and kissed passionately. Lawrence glanced at the open door as Britney began to ease his zipper down.

"She doesn't come up here," Britney giggled. "But I'll close it if you absolutely need me to."

She did get to her feet and walk to the open door. As she turned, Britney began to remove her blouse. By the time she reached the bed again, she was out of blouse, bra and skirt and stood in sandals and lacy panties.

"Uh, someone is very overdressed, Britney cooed.

She giggled as Lawrence tried to take shirt, shoes, jeans and underwear off, all at the same time. Finally, Lawrence stood, nude in front of his girlfriend.

"Last time, you liked putting that big fat cock up my itty bitty hole? You liked fucking my ass?" Britney cooed, hugging Lawrence.

"Yeah," Lawrence agreed readily.

"And I liked it, I loved it," Britney agreed. "Let's do that again, okay?"

She eased her tong panties down in the rear, again exposing her tightly crinkled rectum. As she knelt on her bed, she handed Lawrence a jar of desensitizing lubricant.

"Here Sweetheart, get my hole ready, okay?" Britney cooed.

Lawrence was clumsy in his ministrations. Britney cooed and giggled as her boyfriend finger fucked her tight ass with one, then two, and finally three fingers.

"Oh Baby, oh, got my ass ready. That cock ready?" Britney grunted.

Lawrence pressed his greasy cock to her constricting anus and pushed in.

"Ugh! Oh Baby, you big," Britney grunted and cooed.

She encouraged him to play with her hanging breasts. Lawrence's hands grabbed onto her heavy breasts and tugged and pinched her hard nipples.

"Yyeess," Britney hissed, then shuddered.

Lawrence's hand left her right breast and traveled over her soft belly. His fingers traced along the lacy waistband of her panties. Working two fingers underneath the elastic band, Lawrence could feel her silky soft strands of pubic hair. Her pubic hair was wet, gummy from her excitement.

And then Lawrence felt Britney's short, fat cock.

"What?" Lawrence gasped out, then shook as his cock spurted and twitched and pumped his semen deep into Britney's guts.

"Oh! Yyeess, God yes Baby, come in me," Britney cried out.

"That's a, ugh, oh God," Lawrence cried out as Britney's cock twitched and spurted in his hand.

Lawrence came to, lying on crisp white sheets. Britney smiled at him and kissed him deeply.

"I was born William Manuel Ortega," Britney smiled. "My parents are here illegally, but I was born here in this country; I am an American citizen. Because of that, my mother named me William, after William Clinton, our great president."

"Huh?" Lawrence croaked, throat dry.

"Here, Baby, here, drink some water," Britney said, holding a straw to his lips.

"Oh," Lawrence sighed, the ice cold water soothing his throat.

"And from day one? I knew I was gay," Britney said. "To compensate for the torment, the ridicule, I ate. I stuffed food in my mouth, anything and everything I could get my hands on, I ate. By the time I was eighteen? I'm five feet seven inches tall and almost five feet seven inches around. I weighed three hundred pounds. And I'm getting my ass kicked every day, by jocks, by nerds, by everyone. And my father? He's beating me with a belt when I'm home, going to beat the devil out of me, beat me until I'm not gay."

"God!" Lawrence said and moved to take her hand.

Lawrence looked down. His wrists were affixed to the cold steel rails of the gurney. Britney smiled and took his left hand into her soft warm hands.

"Then Shannon? This gorgeous girl suddenly starts coming to our school. And she makes a bee line, straight for me. I tell Shannon I'm gay and she says that's fine, we'll just be the best of friends," Britney smiled. "And she brings me here and introduces me to Uncle David and Aunt Linda. Uncle David is the Chief Medical Examiner; he's a brilliant pathologist. He met Aunt Linda when he was just starting in medical school; he was twenty three and she was forty seven. They fell in love and got married. Aunt Linda had a stroke shortly after Uncle David became the Assistant M.E. Now, Uncle David's only twenty nine. He's young, he's going to want sex. But Aunt Linda loves him, doesn't want to lose him to some little whore, some eighteen, nineteen year old blonde slut gets knocked up first time they fuck."

"What's that got do with..." Lawrence asked.

"So, they came up with the idea of taking pretty boys and making them into pretty girls. Uncle David is straight; not a gay bone in his body. These little sissy boys have a face he can fuck, an ass he can fuck, hormones and fat cell displacement gives him titties to play with; I told you, he's a brilliant pathologist, didn't I? After two, three years? His latest little fuck toys find him a new fuck toy and they go on their merry little way. That way, Uncle David never falls in love, Aunt Linda's safe from ever losing Uncle David, the little sissy boy's given some money, everyone's happy," Britney finished her tale.

"But, my mom, I mean, sooner or later," Lawrence stammered.

"Baby, your mom's not going look for you," Britney said, almost sadly. "How long you think it'll take before she even notices that you're gone?"

>>.>>.>>

"Took almost a whole week," Korrie continued her tale. "Six days before she thought to call the police. And only reason she did that? School called, wanting to know why I hadn't been in class that week."

"Huh," Charlie said.

"Kind of ironic twist; police start looking for me, try to find Britney, that BMW of hers, but she's long gone. Uncle David's the M.E. and dumps a body, same basic body height and weight as Lawrence Kettering. Because it took my mother so long even notice I'm gone? The dumped body has decomposed, animals have been after it, not even enough left for my mom to identify," Korrie said. "Uncle David says it's my body, well, the body of the missing Lawrence Kettering, cause of death blunt force trauma, couple of gang members get arrested for my murder. My mom? Somewhere, she got this life insurance policy on me. That ass hole Phil, takes the twenty five thousand out of her account, finds some nineteen year old black meth whore and runs off. My body? My mother didn't even have enough to bury me; I'm lying in some unmarked grave somewhere."

"What? But you're not, you're right here," Charlie pointed out.

"Aunt Linda passed away last year. Thought for sure Uncle David was going kick me out; he no longer needs me, right? No longer needs fuck his little sissy boy," Korrie said. "But things go on like always. Three, four times a week, I'm getting my pussy fucked, getting my face fucked.

She ran her fingers through Charlie's thick hair. Leaning forward, she kissed Charlie softly.

"Knew, minute I saw you, you'd be perfect," she whispered. The eyes really are the window to the soul," Korrie whispered.

"Oh good, our little patient is awake now," a handsome man said, voice deep, rich.

"Uncle David! Hi! This is... Um, this is..." Korrie enthused, bouncing over and hugging the tall man.

"Kayleigh," David Rippen said. "So pleased to make your acquaintance."

Thus saying, David bent, pressed his full lips to Charlie's lips and kissed the still groggy young man. David's hand ran up and down Charlie's chest, then dipped underneath the cool sheet.

"Mmph!" Charlie gave a little grunt as David's thick finger and thumb gently pinched, twisted Charlie's nipple.

"Mm-hmm," David moaned as he sucked on Charlie's tongue.

"Mm-hmm," Charlie heard himself agreeing as David's large hand gently cupped his growing shaft, his heavy balls.

"Kayleigh, I think you and I are going to be very happy together," Uncle David declared, standing again.

Uncle David then checked the drip bottle that Charlie had not noticed before. The man checked that the IV needle was still securely affixed to the back of Charlie's right hand. He injected a syringe into the drip bottle, shook it slightly then smiled down at Charlie.

"Let the drugs do the work, Kayleigh," Uncle David ordered gently. "Just let them do the work, okay?"

"Yes sir," Charlie agreed, beginning to feel sleepy again.

He came to, no idea how many minutes or hours he'd been asleep. Looking over to where Korrie had been sitting, he saw a Latin beauty. The woman read silently from her cell phone, smiling to herself.

"You, you're Britney?" Charlie croaked out.

"Hi! Yes, I'm Britney, one of Uncle David's nieces," the woman smiled. "Need anything?"

"Korrie's right, you are beautiful," Charlie said.

"Aw! Korrie's such a sweetie, isn't she?" Britney said. "Here, need some water? The drugs always made me so thirsty."

"Where's Korrie?" Charlie asked.

"School," Britney said.

"Hey, she's awake, huh?" a handsome young man asked, entering Charlie's line of sight.

"Uh huh. Oh! And here's Mommy's pretty girl. Yes you are! Yes you are!" Britney enthused.

"Kayleigh, this handsome man is my husband, Paul. Don't get any ideas, hear? And this is our baby girl Annalei," Britney made the introductions.

"I'm not, my name is..." Charlie protested.

"Great to meet you, Kayleigh," Paul said, relinquishing the struggling toddler over to her mother.

"But my name isn't..." Charlie said, voice growing frantic.

"Hey, hey, ask you to keep an eye on her. Who got her so riled up?" Dr. Rippen demanded, barging into the room.

"My name is Charlie. Charles Whitman," Charlie sobbed as a syringe was injected into his flabby upper arm.

"Charlie Whitman's dead," Charlie heard as he again drifted off to sleep.

"Wasn't much of a life anyway," Charlie heard someone else say.

Charlie spent a great deal of time drifting in and out of consciousness. Sometimes the beautiful Britney would be sitting next to him. Sometimes Korrie would be there. Korrie always smiled happily and kissed him whenever she saw his hazel eyes looking at her.

"Huh?" Charlie weakly mumbled, feeling himself being hoisted out of the gurney.

He came to again, seated in a wheelchair. The slight rocking motion as they travelled down a hallway lulled him to sleep again.

"Mmph!" Charlie gasped then coughed as his head was dunked underneath the warm water.

"Hate to do that, Kayleigh, but good grief! That hair needs a good washing," Uncle David chuckled when Charlie spluttered.

He could feel Uncle David's fingernails rasping against his scalp. Could feel a tingling from the shampoo as Uncle David massaged the shampoo into his thick blonde hair.

"And, hold that breath again," Uncle David ordered and pushed Charlie underneath the water's surface again.

Charlie was almost fully awake by the time Uncle David finished scrubbing his body clean. He did protest slightly as he was pulled out of the warmth of the water.

Then he was pulled to sit on Uncle David's lap. A large fluffy towel was wrapped around his shoulders, cradling his smooth buttocks. Uncle David used a second fluffy towel to pat, rub Charlie's body dry.

Uncle David carried Charlie into a bedroom and lay him down, still cradled in the towel.

"And..." Uncle David smiled, pouring some gentle smelling lotion into the palm of his large hand."

Mm-hmm," Charlie murmured as the man's large hands began to massage the lotion into his skin.

Uncle David's hands traveled down Charlie's limp arms, then along his ribcage. Uncle David's hands massaged the lotion into Charlie's swelling breasts, over his sensitive nipples. His hands brought each nipple to full hardness.

"Thirty five B right now," Uncle David commented. "But there's enough cellulose; we should get you up to about a thirty five D, don't you think?"

Uncle David continued to apply the lotion to Charlie's skin, over his slight paunch, even over his hard, throbbing cock and heavy balls.

When Uncle David finished massaging the lotion into Charlie's feet, he gently rolled Charlie onto his belly. The swell of Charlie's breasts made it difficult for Charlie to get comfortable; he'd never had breasts before. His erection bent underneath him, bent to the side.

"Oh, but that is a pretty gluteus maximus," Uncle David chuckled.

"Oh, and what a pretty little hole," David crooned as his lotion slick hands kneaded Charlie's buttocks.

"It might be wrong," Uncle David whispered into Charlie's ear as he applied the lotion to Charlie's shoulders. "But I think I'll enjoy fucking my pretty little niece. Don't you, Kayleigh?"

Charlie did not respond. But, to his shame, his horror, he grunted, then loosed a torrent of semen, saturating the fluffy towel underneath him.

"Here, Kayleigh," Uncle David husked, laying on the bed next to Charlie. "Why don't you wrap those pretty little lips around my cock? Oh, Sweetheart, I've been waiting so long for this."

Charlie looked at the handsome man's nude body. Uncle David had a head of dark hair with some strands of gray woven throughout. His face was large, with large blue eyes, a strong nose, full pouting lips and a healthy tan.

His chest was broad, muscular. There was a smattering of chest hairs, dark, with a few strands of gray mixed in.

His abdomen also had a small patina of hair, was taut, leading down to narrow hips.

Charlie looked at the large, thick cock that lay on Uncle David's belly. Even in its semi-flaccid state, Uncle David's cock looked quite large, imposing.

"Eight and a half inches when it's fully hard," Uncle David crooned, taking one of Charlie's small hands, bringing Charlie's hand to his member.

He kissed Charlie softly.

"I don't want to tell you the circumference; you'll just complain that it'll never fit your sweet little pussy," Uncle David husked.

"But it will," Charlie moaned, stroking the growing member.

"Yes, sweet little Kayleigh, it will," Uncle David agreed, moaning as Charlie's hot mouth wrapped around the tip of his growing cock. "It will fit that sweet little pussy to perfection, won't it?"

Uncle David did not fuck Kayleigh's little pussy that night. But he did fuck Kayleigh's hot mouth four times. Uncle David had not exaggerated; the man's cock was enormous in girth, filling Kayleigh's stretched jaws, her tight throat almost painfully.

By morning, Kayleigh was able to swallow Uncle David's thick slab of meat all the way down her throat. Kayleigh was able to hold Uncle David in her throat for several long seconds before the need for oxygen dictated that she pull his cock from her throat.

When Uncle David declared an end to that night's fun, he had Kayleigh put on a pink baby doll with matching thong panties. Then, cradling Kayleigh in his arms, the two fell asleep.

"Here, Kayleigh," Uncle David said the following morning, handing Kayleigh a short pink robe. "We dress appropriately to eat in this house.

Korrie was already seated at the table when Uncle David and Kayleigh entered the dining room. She studied Uncle David's face, then smiled when Uncle David gave her a small nod and smile.

"Uncle David, where do I sit?" Kayleigh asked, hand resting on Uncle David's large bicep.

"Right here, my pet," Uncle David said, indicating a seat to his left.

"Good morning, Korrie," Kayleigh said.

"Good morning, Kayleigh," Korrie agreed.

"Mrs. Kensati," Uncle David called out.

Silently, the woman marched into the room. She served Uncle David first, then served Korrie, and finally Kayleigh.

"Korrie and Mrs. Kensati will be doing your hair, your nails today," Uncle David stated. "Tomorrow? Britney will come by, take you shopping for some clothes."

"Uncle David," Korrie began.

"And tomorrow night? Korrie will be bringing her little friend by," Uncle David said.

"Yay!" Korrie squealed excitedly.

"Your friend?" Kayleigh asked.

"Mandy," Korrie affirmed.

She leaned forward. Kayleigh also leaned forward.

"I, I've been in love with her forever," Korrie confessed.

"But you, you're a, does she know?" Kayleigh asked, beautiful hazel eyes wide.

"I uh, no. I, I'm going tell her tomorrow night," Korrie admitted, face growing concerned.

"I hope she doesn't hate me when she finds out," Korrie whispered.

"Korrie, she's your true friend? She'll love you all the same," Uncle David soothed.

When Uncle David finished his breakfast, he kissed Korrie, then Kayleigh. Then Korrie dragged Kayleigh up the stairs to her room. Still in their sleep wear, the two sat cross-legged on Korrie's bed while Korrie worked on Kayleigh's fingernails.
"What do you think? Light pink? Or 'I'm such a whore' red?" Korrie asked, showing Kayleigh a small selection of fingernail polish.

"Oh, I don't know," Kayleigh said, pretty face twisted in confusion.

"Korrie, what, what's happening to me?" she whispered, leaning close to Korrie.

"Part of it's the estrogen he put in your IV," Korrie confided. "There's a bunch of other hormones, other junk in there."

Korrie decided on light pink and made quick work of painting Kayleigh's fingernails. Then she did Kayleigh's toenails as well. The glossy red, Korrie selected for herself. She had Kayleigh practice on her toes first, then did allow Kayleigh to do her fingernails.

"Think Mandy will like this?" Korrie asked, modeling her pretty fingernails.

"I bet she loves the color red," Kayleigh giggled.

"I know! Right?" Korrie squealed.

"I hope, I hope it does work out for you two," Kayleigh said and the two girls hugged.

Mrs. Kensati rapped once on the doorjamb of Korrie's room. With a head nod, the Asian woman bade Kayleigh follow her.

Kayleigh again wondered just how long she'd been under the influence of Uncle David's drug cocktail. Her thick blonde hair nearly touched her smooth shoulders.

"You hair, it still growing, we maybe do..." Mrs. Kensati said, demonstrating a simple bob to Kayleigh.

"Whatever you think is best, Mrs. Kensati," Kayleigh demurred.

In a matter of moments, the woman had trimmed and shaped Kayleigh's hair into a soft, feminine bob that framed her slightly chubby features.

"And, hmm, pink..." Mrs. Kensati murmured, applying a light pink gloss to Kayleigh's lips.

Uncle David did approve of the hairstyle and smiled when Kayleigh squealed her happiness. He kissed his niece softly and smiled as Kayleigh hugged him tightly.

Again, Kayleigh slept in Uncle David's bed that night. Again, he fucked her throat to three juicy climaxes. He chuckled and kissed Kayleigh when she showed him that her pretty little panties were soaked with her own orgasm.

In the morning, Uncle David reminded Kayleigh that Britney was taking her clothes shopping. Her first instinct was to refuse, but Kayleigh realized, she had no clothes.

Britney drove a minivan with a child seat in the rear seat. But there was no Annalei strapped in the seat.

"Oh, I told Paul, sometimes it's just got to be us girls, am I right?" Britney babbled happily when she and Kayleigh backed out of the long driveway. "So, he's watching his little angel. We're trying to adopt another one; a little boy this time. Someone for Paul to take to football games. God, I just do not understand what is so great about football, do you?"

Kayleigh remembered her father, her brothers crowded around the television set, screaming, shouting, arguing. She never could tell who they were screaming at, who they were shouting for, why ten yards was so important.

"Just give them each a ball, tell them go home," Britney deduced as they pulled into the parking lot of Myra's Boutique.

"Oh, I would never be able to afford anything here," Kayleigh protested.

"We've got Uncle David's American Express," Britney giggled.

Kayleigh was exhausted by the time Britney dragged her out of the exclusive store and to a nearby Benny's Burger Bar. Britney smiled sheepishly.

"It's my one true vice," she whispered. "No matter how many diets I go on? I just love love love Benny's Burger Bar; there's a thousand ways you can fix your burger."

Diet or not, and she never did say what diet she was currently on, Britney ordered a one pound burger, a double fries, and a large chocolate malt.

"Quarter pound? QUARTER POUND? Can you even taste the meat on there?" Britney squealed when Kayleigh ordered her own meal.

"Shush you," Kayleigh giggled. "I'm getting onion rings and if you're not careful I'll breathe on you."

Uncle David was tired after a grueling day of work; a hunter had discovered a mass grave just outside of a farm in Benhurst. Each body had to be photographed, then carefully exhumed and transported to the lab.

"Cause of death is pretty obvious, a bullet to the back of the head," Uncle David mused as he sipped his scotch. "But, did the killer or killers leave any clues? I'm even having to sift through the dirt underneath them, the dead leaves, the crap left on top of them."

"Shh, you're not at work," Kayleigh soothed, gently rubbing Uncle David's shoulders and neck.

She kissed along his jawline, despite the heavy stubble. Then she blew warm air into his ear.

"Thank you for my clothes," she whispered.

"Welcome Sweetie. Did you and Britney have fun?" Uncle David murmured as Kayleigh skipped around to stand in front of him.

"Mm-hmm," Kayleigh admitted. "She's so sweet."

She knelt down and gently removed Uncle David's shoes. Some traces of dirt, dirt from the graves of the nine bodies fell from his socks. Kayleigh put that thought out of her mind as she gently began to rub Uncle David's feet.

"Mm, oh, Sweetheart, been a long time, your Aunt Linda used to do that. But you already knew that, didn't you?" Uncle David murmured, eyes closed.

"No, Uncle David," Kayleigh said.

"Hmm? Oh, oh, that's right. You didn't get to meet her. Oh, Kayleigh, you would have loved her. What a truly remarkable, beautiful woman she was," Uncle David said, a sob catching in his throat.

"Mr. Rippen, you dinner it's ready," Mrs. Kensati announced standing in the door of the man's study.

"Hmm? Oh! Korrie, her friend is here?" the man asked, standing and pulling his niece to her feet.

"Mandy? Yes she here," the woman acknowledged and marched away.

"Thank you, Kayleigh," Uncle David said and kissed the beautiful blonde on her lips.

"Thank you, Uncle David," Kayleigh murmured, arms holding the man tightly.

There was a brief hesitation when Kayleigh saw Charlie's former friend, Mandy Weinsmith seated at the dinner table. Mandy and Korrie were giggling about something and both girls looked up when Uncle David and Kayleigh entered the room.

"Uncle David? Kayleigh? This is Amanda Weinsmith; she goes to my school," Korrie made the introductions.

"Oh, how wonderful! And when did you buy this school?" David teased, shaking Mandy's hand.

"Huh?" Korrie asked.

"Well, you said she goes to your school. When did it become your school?" David asked as Mandy and Kayleigh likewise shook hands.

"Oh. Ha. Ha. You know what I mean," Korrie groused.

"If Mandy recognized Kayleigh Ann Davis, she gave no indication. She and Korrie kept up a running patter throughout dinner, tattling lightly on one another's exploits as they ate.

"That cop? The one with the curly hair?" Mandy asked.

"Cop?" Kayleigh asked.

"Yeah, after Charlie's suicide," Korrie said. "The cops wanted to know if I knew he was going do that."

"God! Total shock to all of us," Mandy admitted. "I mean, he was so cute! Then to just take his dad's shotgun and... Well, you know."

"And all his brother Johnny kept saying was 'my Broncos shirt! My Broncos shirt!' God, what a dick, huh?" Korrie said.

Kayleigh looked at Uncle David. The man regarded her, his large blue eyes unreadable.

"Almost told him, 'Here, here's ten bucks, go get yourself another damned shirt,'" Mandy spat. "I mean, cared more about that stupid shirt than his own brother?"

"I love you, Uncle David," Kayleigh murmured, looking into his eyes.

After dinner, Uncle David gave a hug to his two nieces, then retired again to his study. Korrie dragged Kayleigh along as she and Mandy ran up the stairs to Korrie's room.

"My mom would love you," Mandy complimented as she looked at how neat Korrie's room was.

"Uncle David cannot stand a messy room," Korrie confessed.

Without Uncle David in the room, Mandy was able to talk a lot more freely about Korrie's exploits, and her own exploits at Centennial High School. Kayleigh gasped and giggled when she heard about Korrie giving Chad a 'foot job.'

"Yeah, he says 'Hey, Korrie, uh, why don't you give me a little head, huh?' and Korrie says, 'small as your dick is? That's all you'd be able to get is a little head.'" Mandy giggled. "And get this, get this! He pulls it out!"

"I've seen bigger," Korrie answered Kayleigh's unasked question.

"And then Korrie said, 'hey, how about a foot job?' And Chad says, 'yeah, Shure,' and Korrie WHAM! Kicks the dumb ass! Right in the Johnson!" Mandy said, collapsing in giggles.

"Ow! Korrie, you didn't?" Kayleigh gasped.

"Hey, gave him a foot job," Korrie laughed.

Kayleigh then let a yawn escape. She hugged both Korrie and Mandy, then crawled out of the large bed. With a wave to the two girls, Kayleigh left the room.

She found Uncle David still in his study, glass of scotch in hand. The man stared into the amber liquid, stared at the melting ice.

"Uncle David?" Kayleigh asked softly.

"There were three little girls," the M.E. murmured, staring at the liquid. "Couldn't have been older than nine, maybe ten years old."

"Oh! How awful," Kayleigh gasped.

"Then to be so callously... Well, they'll still be there tomorrow," Uncle David sighed. "Ready for bed, Sweetheart?"

"I'm ready for you to hold me, protect me," Kayleigh whispered.

As Uncle David was admiring his niece's new lavender teddy, with snap crotch, Korrie was steeling herself. She and Mandy were getting ready for bed, she in a simple camisole and tap pants set, Mandy in her threadbare tee shirt and panties.

"I uh, hey uh Mandy, I uh, I got something, I been meaning," Korrie stammered as they crawled underneath the covers.

"I love you too," Mandy said quietly.

"I what?" Korrie asked, looking at the hotly blushing red head.

"I uh, I love you too," Mandy confessed.

She rolled over and hugged Korrie tightly.

"I, God! I been dying, I've wanted tell you first time I saw you," Mandy babbled.

"Oh, Mandy! I've, I love you too," Korrie said.

The two girls kissed, their tongues mashing against one another. Korrie's fingers touched her girlfriend's face softly.

"But I, uh, Mandy, I need show you something," Korrie confessed, pulling slightly away from Mandy.

"What? What is it?" Mandy asked, her happiness beginning to fade slightly.

Then her eyes opened wide as Korrie began to push the bedcovers down. She looked toward Korrie's flat belly.

"You're not pregnant, are you?" Mandy whispered.

Mandy kissed Korrie again. She looked deeply into Korrie's green eyes.

"It doesn't matter. We'll raise the baby as our own. Oh, poor Charlie, he never... Korrie! Is that what, is that why he..." Mandy babbled.

"Huh? No, no, Mandy, I'm not preggers," Korrie gasped.

Korrie steeled herself, then slipped her tap pants down her slim legs. She lay back down, hard cock bobbing in the air.

"Korrie, that's, you, you're a, that's a dick!" Mandy stammered.

"I'm a transgender," Korrie whispered. "I was born a boy. And now? I'm a girl. And I'm in love with a girl."

"Who? Is it that Kayleigh? I'll rip her fake blonde hair out, I swear to God," Mandy snarled, pretty face twisted in jealous anger.

"Huh? No, no, you doofus! I'm in love with you," Korrie laughed.

"Does, does it work? Your weenie, I mean," Mandy asked after she finished laughing at her own foolishness.

"Mandy! Look at it. It's hard as a rock. Does it work? What do you think, you dork," Korrie laughed.

"Hey, that's not nice, calling your girlfriend a dork," Mandy said.

"Then quit being a dork," Korrie said and kissed Mandy again.

"I mean, does it, do you shoot that stuff out of it?" Mandy asked.

"Sperm? By the bucket," Korrie confirmed.

"So, if we, I could get pregnant?" Mandy asked, already wiggling out of her tee shirt.

In the morning, Kayleigh rolled over and was disappointed that Uncle David was not there. Last night, he had held her in his arms, had kissed the back of her neck, his large hands cupping her breasts.

"Oh, Uncle David," Kayleigh sighed, feeling Uncle David's hard cock pressed against her pudgy buttocks.

Kayleigh had cleansed herself, in preparation of Uncle David's large cock. Korrie had taken Charlie's anal virginity; Korrie's cock was thick, long. But Uncle David's cock was easily an inch or two longer, and certainly much thicker around than Korrie's cock.

"Ugh! Oh, yes," Kayleigh hissed as she felt the blunt head of Uncle David's substantial cock pressed against her rosebud.

"Yes?" Uncle David chuckled as Kayleigh gasped and grunted.

"Yyeess," Kayleigh affirmed then squealed as a millimeter of Uncle David's cock gained entry.

Kayleigh groaned, then shuddered as another millimeter of hard flesh pushed into her hole. Uncle David put his large hands on Kayleigh's hips and firmly pulled Kayleigh back, pushing further into her.

"Ugh, oh God," Kayleigh whimpered as her rectum stretched, fought against this intrusion. "Ugh, fuck! Fuck, you're huge."

"Uh, no ma'am, little girls don't use nasty words like that," Uncle David snapped and slapped Kayleigh's left buttock, hard.

"Shit!" Kayleigh squealed as the head of Uncle David's cock popped past her sphincter.

"And what did I just say?" Uncle David demanded and Kayleigh's right buttock received a very stinging slap.

"I'm sorry, it's just, it's just, oh, oh no, oh God," Kayleigh sputtered, then groaned as her cock jerked and twitched, then spewed a torrent of her sperm onto the comforter of Uncle David's bed.

She received another stinging slap to her pretty buttocks when she screamed 'fuck' out loud when Uncle David's cock was fully inside of her. She grunted, shivered and shuddered, feeling Uncle David's thick, coarse pubic hair rasping against her stretched, raw hole.

When she felt a thick stream of Uncle David's semen pumping into her, Kayleigh almost earned a fourth slap, but bit down on the vulgar words as her own cock spurted more semen onto the bed coverlet.

Now, as she gingerly walked, guts knotted, anus quite sore, Kayleigh's pretty little head was buzzing, whirring.

"Is it the drugs?" she wondered as she sat on the commode.

"Or, ugh, oh," Kayleigh whined as her guts clenched, then unknotted. "Or has this always been, have I always..."

She could remember just not being very interested in sports. Or muscle cars, NASCAR, hunting, fishing. She could remember her brothers, her father sneering at her because she had no interest in any of their interests, their pastimes, their passions.

She remembered appraising Tina Marie, her brother's wife, now ex-wife. Yes, the girl had large breasts, but she also wore too much makeup, too much perfume, not enough clothing. She remembered being hyper-critical of Johnny's succession of girlfriends. To a girl, they were all large-breasted, small-minded easily manipulated drones.

"Is that, is that what Korrie saw? Did she see the girl in me?" Kayleigh asked, now looking at herself in the large bathroom mirror.

Mrs. Kensati came along, demanding that Kayleigh hurry.

"Breakfast. Then I clean. I need clean and you making me wait," the woman barked.

"I'm sorry," Kayleigh apologized and scurried from Uncle David's room to her own room.

She dressed in a short skirt, pretty blouse, and simple flip flops. Mrs. Kensati nodded curtly as she slapped Kayleigh's breakfast in front of her.

"Thank you, Mrs. Kensati," Kayleigh called out, but got no response.

"Breakfast! I need clean, you lying in bed," Kayleigh heard Mrs. Kensati yelling at Korrie, Mandy. "I no care you got guests. I got work."

"Jesus, what a bitch," Mandy grumbled, padding down the stairs

"She is not," Kayleigh defended. "She has work to do."

"Whatever," Mandy said, taking her seat. "Doesn't need to be such a bitch about it."

"Yes ma'am, I'm sorry, ma'am," Korrie apologized as she took her seat at the table.

"Butt kiss," Mandy whispered.

"Uh huh, you know how cook? You know how get them stains out the sheets? No? Then damned right I'm going kiss her butt," Korrie stated.

"I do know how cook," Mandy defended.

In front of Kayleigh, the small red head pulled Korrie's face down and kissed her. She did not look over at Kayleigh, or Mrs. Kensati as the woman slapped two plates down. Mandy just looked at Korrie.

"I do know how to cook, to clean. And I'm going do all those things when we get our own place," Mandy promised.

"Mrs. Kensati? Soon as I finish my breakfast, I'm going help you, okay?" Kayleigh stated.

"No. My job," the woman barked.

But the woman did allow Kayleigh to help. She nodded approval as Kayleigh quickly made Uncle David's bed, quickly found a clean comforter and spread it onto the bed.

And when Uncle David came home, face ashen from the horrors of his job, Kayleigh fixed him a drink, rubbed his shoulders. Then she fixed him a second drink and removed his shoes, rubbed his feet.

After dinner, Kayleigh again made sure she was clean, ready for her beloved Uncle. She grunted, groaned, then squealed happily when he was balls deep inside of her.

The case of the mass graves was solved, another case took its place. That case was solved and another took its place. There were never a shortage of cases for a skilled medical examiner, a skilled pathologist.

"Kayleigh, it's, I've grown very fond of you," Uncle David said one evening as Kayleigh knelt, rubbing his feet.

"And I love you so much, Uncle David," Kayleigh gushed.

By now, Kayleigh had mastered the art of deep-throating Uncle David's fat cock. She could swallow him all the way down, then flick her tongue around the base of his cock. She could stretch her tongue and lap at his hairy balls while humming in her throat.

By now, she had mastered the art of relaxing her rectal muscles. He would drive himself into her pussy. Then, as Uncle David began to pull out, Kayleigh would clamp down, squeeze, milk his fat cock.

Kayleigh would catch her own spendings in the palm of her hand, would lick her hand clean of her own delicious spendings. Mrs. Kensati had complained, albeit lightly, of having to wash the large, bulky comforters. But by catching her semen, Kayleigh minimized the amount of wash time each comforter required.

And, each time Uncle David used her, used her mouth, used her pussy, used her breasts for his pleasure, it pleased Kayleigh. Each time he used her, fucked her, she fell more in love with the handsome older man.

"No, no, Sweetheart, I mean, I'm becoming far too attached to you," the man said, large hand gently stroking Kayleigh's cheek.

"And I'm..." Kayleigh started to say.

"So, before it becomes too hard, too difficult to let you go? I think it's time we started looking for your replacement," Dr. Rippen said, almost coldly, clinically.

"I, I, but..." Kayleigh stammered, tears springing to her eyes.

The St. Pius Catholic High School uniform did look quite fetching on Kayleigh. As the twenty year old looked at herself in her bedroom mirror, she could see why some men had a school girl fetish.

She was supposed to be an eighteen year old transfer student, transferring from Garland County High School in Utah. Her long blonde hair, hanging down in simple ponytail did help her look the part of an eighteen year old girl.

Before leaving her room, Kayleigh made sure the bed was neatly made. From the moment he'd made his heartbreaking announcement, that it was time to start looking for her replacement, Uncle David had insisted that Kayleigh should sleep in her own bed.

From time to time, he would come into her room. He would kiss her awake, his large hands stroking her firm breasts, his lips teasing her ears, her neck. When she was awake, moaning in her need for him, he would take her.

"Beautiful. Just absolutely beautiful," Uncle David praised when Kayleigh skipped down the stairs.

She again modeled the school uniform of crisp white blouse and plaid skirt. The pleated skirt reached down to just below her knees, the white socks reached to just under her knees. The blouse was snug across her 35DD breasts. Mrs. Kensati had taken in the waist of the three skirts to fit Kayleigh's 27 inch waist. The pleated skirt seemed to magnify Kayleigh's 34 inch hips, her slightly pudgy buttocks.
"And..." Uncle David coaxed and Kayleigh lifted the hem of her skirt, displaying her plain white cotton panties.

"Oh, before I forget, Mandy and Korrie are bringing little David over tonight; somehow we got volunteered to babysit," Uncle David smiled.

Kayleigh smiled, thinking of the precious little baby boy Mandy had given birth to. And, Uncle David might be saying 'we got volunteered' but she knew from past experience, Uncle David would not let Kayleigh have much of the infant's attention.

The 2018 Dodge Charger chewed up the miles as Kayleigh drove to the Benhurst high school. As she drove, she listened to a Schubert piece. Uncle David loved classical music and, in time, she too had grown to love the beauty of the music as well.

"Can't believe I used to like, oh well, never mind," Kayleigh said as she parked in the student parking lot of the large school.

Kayleigh found the Administration office, got her class assignment card, got her meal card, then went in search for her locker.

"Hey! Aw, cut it out, huh you guys?" Kayleigh heard as she stepped into the corridor.

Sprawled on the ground was a chubby boy. His books were scattered on the ground around him. Three tall, very handsome young men and two very cute girls were standing, laughing.

"Here, Cutie Pie," Kayleigh said, helping the chubby boy pick up his books.

"Aw, don't waste your time on him, huh? That's just Mikey," one of the handsome young men sneered.

"Michael, huh? I like that name," Kayleigh smiled at the cute boy. "I'm Kayleigh Ann Davis."

"I uh, um, I'm..." Michael Lanza said, pushing his thick glasses up his tiny nose, blushing hotly.

"I'm looking for locker three twelve; help me find it?" Kayleigh asked Michael.

"Three twelve? That's right over..." one of the young men started.

"You on drugs?" Kayleigh asked, glaring at the hulking boy. "It even look like I was talking to you?"

"Yeah, Danny, you on drugs?" one of the hulking boy's friends laughed.

"I uh, I'm in uh, my locker's two eighty nine," Michael mumbled as he helped Kayleigh find her locker.

"So, at lunch time, I'll meet you at your locker?" Kayleigh asked, looking nearly eye to eye with the chubby eighteen year old boy.

THE END

**Author's Note: I write these stories for my pleasure. I post them here for your enjoyment. I thank you sincerely for reading my stories.

I especially thank those that take the time to leave comments, good and bad, and those that take the time to rate my submissions. I do read all comments. Some I learn from, some I disregard.

And, before anyone goes on a rant, I am in no way inferring that Transsexuals or Transgender are all abused people, persons with horrible home lives, people that don't fit in. I am implying, however, that some of these boys, people on the fringes are easily ensnared by Dr. David Rippen, seduced into a new start as a different person. I am implying that Dr. David Rippen, through a twisted sense of loyalty, duty to his wife has found fucking transsexuals somehow does not violate his fidelity to Linda Ann Davis.

Have a sticky kind of day.