Chapter 3: The Structure of Expansion

Sasha strained to open her eyelids after the conversant echoes of her parents’ voices shouting at each other downstairs rustled her from the comfort of her already-forgotten dreams.

She rubbed the crust out of the corners of her drooping eyes and extended herself into a full-body stretch before indiscriminately whacking her palm around on the nightstand in search of her iPhone. Her eyes attempted to shut again to reject the repelling brightness of the phone’s Retina-display, but she forced them to adjust.

1023 new notifications.

Her morning ritual was underway.

The Big City Life-filtered Instagram photo of her and Megan sticking their pierced tongues out at the camera in front of Adam and Eve, the adult store on 70^th Street that was just a few blocks from her house, got 582 hearts!

She knew that a lot of people would like that one though. Especially her older followers.

And, of course they wanted to see perky, hormonal 15-year-olds suggestively posing as if they had any idea of what was inside the store in the background.

She swiped over to Tik Tok, where there were another 302 likes for the video of her seductively twerking to Drake’s “Know Yourself” in her bathroom wearing nothing but a too-long Bulls jersey with a black and red bikini bottom.

She stayed glued on the video for a second, admiring how smooth and toned her ass had become.

I look fucking hot! All those lunges have really been paying off.

The home’s front door slammed shut downstairs.

She let her mind fleetingly drift from her phone.

Dad must have gotten pissed and stormed out again.

Scrolling through the comments, she made sure to react with a heart to any cute or relevant guys she knew from her school that affirmed how gorgeous she was.

The last like, much to her disbelief, on the video was Matt, her best friend’s boyfriend.

He was sexy, he was on the basketball team, and Sasha had covertly been pining for him for weeks now. Ever since Megan had started dating him. Ever since Matt took her virginity at that party and fell in “love” with her.

Knowing Matt’s history of doing this exact thing with other girls, Sasha balked at the idea that he was suddenly in love with Megan.

Yeah right.

The truth was that Matt could have free-reign on Sasha’s virginity too, if he wanted.

There’s no way she could do give him what I could give him, and she knows it.

Sasha slid her free hand down her slender, 100-pound frame to the top of her moist slit. She was already forming a balmy wetness.

Her mind flashed to the time that Megan revealed to her that Matt’s dick was so long and fat that she could barely fit half of it in her mouth, much less take it all. Sasha bit her bottom lip as her middle finger slipped inside the moist opening of her labia, and she softly tickled the outer edges of her clit.

“Mmmmfu,” she quietly moaned under her breath as she fidgeted and stroked herself with increasing veracity, now sliding her index finger past her dripping folds to join the other one in rounding the small bump of her clit.

She quickly swiped over to her DMs with her free hand.

Predictably, there was an onslaught of complete strangers trying to elicit a response from her, get her to randomly meet up, or just sending her straight-up dick pics.

The girls got so many of these unwarranted pictures that they started saving them to compare with each other’s, and to make fun of all the guys who thought a random picture of a dick would get them laid.

But, secretly, almost every morning as of late she would energetically swipe through the obscene pictures and find the fattest cock or the most lude message. One text is all it would take. Then, she would imagine herself being overpowered by the stranger she had just met in the public bathroom of a restaurant, or somewhere similar.

In this latest fantasy of hers, she would spiritlessly struggle under his immovable grip and cry for him to stop, but her body would tell him a different story. She would spring her ass into his waist as the stranger passionately kissed around the soft spots of her neck while he tore her pants down and uncaringly stuffed himself all the way inside of her.

She never once fantasized about romantic, candlelit love-making.

She swiped to the biggest faceless dick on her phone and, this time, she visualized that it was Matt as the one pushing himself inside of her as she fruitlessly resisted underneath his iron grip. Her third finger penetrated her labia majora, and she shook under the pressure of the building rush that she so desperately needed.

The pressure intensified, and her mind frantically hopped from topic to topic seeking a realistic and logical entry point to continue her submissive fantasy of seducing Matt.

I bet he’s watched the videos.

Megan was always hilariously enamored by the fact that Sasha had absolutely no gag reflex. For close to a year now, Megan had been recording videos for YouTube of Sasha sloppily swallowing whole brat-sausages, bananas, cucumbers, and more. Then, just for added shock-effect, Sasha would slowly pull the phallic food from her throat and naughtily let her own slop drip all over round face and shiny metal braces. Then, she would theatrically moan and sensually wipe the swill all over face with the soggy food.

YouTube removed a couple of those videos, but most of them got through the algorithm and garnered tens of thousands of views. And the way Matt started to look at her as their videos got crazier and more popular, she was almost positive that he silently watched her every post.

Sasha arched her back and barely suppressed a grating moan by gritting the Sailor Moon comforter in the grip of her teeth as she finally slipped her middle finger past the opening of her now-gushing crevice and circled its fleshy walls.

Matt thoughtlessly ripped himself out of her, after only a minute of wholly making her his bitch against the imaginary bathroom counter, and pushed her down to her knees to shove his still-sopping monster into the back of her endless throat.

Just to test, she assumed, to see if the videos were as accurate as they seemed.

The fact that her body was clearly being used without concern for her own pleasure or emotional well-being was the crux of this fantasy.

By now, the whole school “knew” that Sasha could prove her skills in action with Matt when it came down to it.

I bet he’s jerked off thinking about testing me.

Though nobody else but Megan would believe it at this point, Sasha had only ever given three blowjobs so far in her life. And they all legendarily happened in that wild blur of a day.

Sasha braggingly recounted the story to her giddy friend often, in increasingly vivid detail.

It was only the second time that she had ever smoked. Right after the first of her “Swallow Series” had posted on YouTube back when she was 14. Against She accompanied Dante, a Junior at the time, over to his “plug-house” somewhere off of Martin Luther King Boulevard in Wildewood to pick up a “zip” of “gas” for a party that was happening later that night. He promised to get “zooted” with her and invite her to the party if she showed up with him and acted flirty towards his dealer in order to get a better price.

It was all so dangerous, and she was in the mood for just that.

Dante had been flirting with her ever since she had let Trey, one of Dante’s younger friends, inelegantly finger her and make out with her in the back seat of Dante’s car in the school parking lot a couple weeks prior. She supposed Dante wanted the same from her, or maybe more.

Eager to prove herself and keep the popular older boy’s new-founded attention, she foolishly agreed to his plan.

When they first arrived at the surprisingly quaint home, an unassumingly sweet old lady invited Megan and Dante into a clean, family-photo-laden interior that had been lovingly maintained and polished. But as the old lady led them into the kitchen and pointed towards the basement, Sasha heard the loud thumping of bass and the echoes of raucous laughter.

Her heart thumped out of her chest as Dante opened the door and guided her down the rickety stairs.

It was already exhilarating.

Some ancient Millennial rap was droning on in the background about 20-inch rims and Glocks, or something, when Dante and Sasha emerged onto the musty concrete of the basement floor and were greeted by the hoots and howls of three thuggish twenty-somethings on a dented, dusty couch.

The sudden tingly warmth from her escalated blood flow washed over her and stopped her in her tracks as she looked around the unkempt, smoke-filled basement.

Jars of oversized buds and multiple colorful rolling trays were scattered on a filthy glass coffee table in front of the three lazily-sprawled men. Sticky PlayStation 4 controllers were strewn about the area amidst old candy wrappers, chip bags, cigarette butts, and other drug-stuff that Sasha didn’t fully recognize. The couch was spotted with stains, and it rested crooked upon a broken leg.

The rest of the dingy basement was just storage for old family clutter like boxes and broken furniture, aside from the sheetless, spotted mattress in the corner of the room.

The atmosphere was certainly alarming, and that was what made it overwhelmingly enthralling to Sasha. Plus she figured that she was already in too deep to turn back now.

The truth was that Dante had capitalized on her sexuality her at the perfect time, when Sasha was relatively new to the constant attention that she was garnering. Her modest 32B-sized breasts hadn’t even really developed until last year, so she had gotten used to people thinking she was still just a little kid. Megan, for instance, had gotten her bazookas way before Sasha.

So, when Sasha came back to Oklahoma City from her summer stint of staying with her real mom in Chicago and started Freshman year at Buffalo High with a much more desirably filled-out, yet petite figure, everything in her life changed.

And on the morning that Dante asked her to skip the last half of the day, she was determined to explore those nagging changes.

Still, she wasn’t even really sure how to be “flirty,” especially around older guys like these. But she didn’t intend to let Dante down.

The first of the men to speak and acknowledge the two high-schoolers’ presence donned a head of imposingly hardened dreads that covered much of his tattoo-laden face. He extended a fully packed blunt in their general direction as he chirped a high-pitched hail.

“Yooo Dante, you wasn’t playin’ my nigga. This fire you brought in, on God!”

Dante dramatically threw up both of his hands and replied with a bombastic “Ayyyyye I’m sayin’!”

Sasha had watched enough porn and social media to at least somewhat comprehend how to turn guys on. In that moment, as all of the energy in the room clearly shifted to her, some sort of self-disregarding savagery wrangled control.

She decided to just go for it.

She self-assuredly swayed up to Dreads, who was sitting on the sagging middle cushion, and grabbed the overstuffed blunt out of his hand while simultaneously pushing him back and swinging her legs over him to straddle his lap on the couch. Both of her legs were brushing up against the other two stoners beside him as she pulled herself further onto his thighs, until she rested the tiny crack of the ass of her white cotton shorts right where she felt the bulge in his jeans.

Megan never fully believed this section of the story when Sasha proudly told it to her in their near-weekly sleepovers, but soon the tale had spread around the school hallways from the mouths of Dante’s circle, which added validity to the whole thing. Of course, the sensationalized legend snowballed after some months, until some gossipy circles were eventually whispering that Sasha got the “train ran on her” by a dozen old men in a dirty basement.

Sasha actually hated that she had gained the reputation of being that kind of slut around the halls of her school, and how every guy now thought she was just a piece of meat they could get with minimal effort. That’s why she had resisted doing anything with any other boys at school after what happened.

But it didn’t matter. Eventually, every boy was secretly telling their friends that Sasha was topping up everyone with enough courage to ask. And ask they did. Early on, she became a master of leading boys on and letting them down easily, usually by way of lying that she had a boyfriend whom she really cared about or that her father would kill her.

But Megan, Sasha’s best friend since they met in grade 6, knew how much Sasha enjoyed reliving the actual experience in private. It made Sasha feel grown and experienced, and gave her a certain levity over boys in social situations that she didn’t previously have.

Sasha took a reckless, drawn-out toke from the hijacked cigar and leaned forward to exhale the smoke into the mouth of a wide-eyed Dreads. He pressed his lips to hers and connected their pierced tongues as they exchanged both saliva and smoke while the other two men on the couch let out stupefied cheers of encouragement. She put her Tik-Tok twerking skills to practice on his lap as she swayed her still-burgeoning hips to the rhythm of the music and finished blowing the smoke into his stunned mouth.

Then, she took another colossal hit from the blunt and confidently inhaled as she swung her legs around to the lap of the guy to the left of Dreads. This was the first time she had really even looked at this guy, but she was relieved to find out that he was also fucking hot in a grungy way.

His whole vibe was tattoo-rugged with lengthy, greasy hair and smooth, tawny skin. She slinked into his lap and pushed the chest of her fitted, pink t-shirt right into his face before sliding down and meeting his lips with hers to exhale the smoke into his mouth.

Shaking his head in amazement at what was happening next to him, Dreads leaned up from the couch and spun open one of the jars on the coffee table.

As Dreads measured out skunky buds on the metal plate of his dirty digital scale, the portly, gold-chain laden thug on the right cushion stood up and swaggered around to the back of the couch.

Sasha figured it would just be a couple more minutes now before Dante was ready to leave and smoke that joint with her. Then she could quit this façade.

Plus, her panties were becoming soaked from all this attention.

She never planned to actually do anything other than tease them.

Yet, as she finished exhaling the smoke into the second guy’s mouth and removed her lips to gaze up and cough, she had twist to dodge a heavy, sparkling medallion as a pimply, rotund visage leaned into her space and grabbed the back of her head. He crudely pulled her face forward and opened his crusty lips onto hers. No playful shotgun-smoke or anything. Just a muddled, uncoordinated kiss.

Already feeling the anxiety of the oncoming high, and not sure how to respond, she instinctively opened her mouth to reciprocate his kiss while she continued to instinctively bounce to the beat on Greasy-Hair’s growing bulge.

He gripped a ball of her hair in his fist as he clumsily tongued the back of her braces.

As Greasy-Hair started to slide his hand up the skin of her spine under her shirt and fumble with the clip of her matching-pink training bra, Dreads threw a few chunky buds of Girl Scout Cookie into a ziplock bag and carelessly rolled it up before unceremoniously tossing it at Dante, who was still standing on the other side of the coffee table.

Dreads gestured at Sasha.

“You really came through nigga, you def earned this shit.”

Sasha let Greasy-Hair slide her bra off of her shaky arms and pull it out through the bottom of her shirt.

She knew she should stop at this point, but she also kind-of wanted Greasy Hair to play with her hardening, overly-sensitive nipples for a little bit before Dante swooped in and said they had to go. She loved the fact that these older guys were all over her like this and not pushing her away in disgust, but she was also terrified of what was going to happen if this kept going.

Later she realized that Dante was dead-broke and that she was the payment.

Dante callously replied to Dreads in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Yeah, I figured she would be into it.”

He swiped up on his phone and flipped it around to show Dreads a YouTube video of Sasha pulling a cucumber out of her throat and letting her own saliva pool onto her pretty teen face.

“Daaaamn!” Dreads shouted out and spun around to face Sasha’s backside as she stayed locked in a deep kiss with Chubby Chains.

Dante smirked and called out to the back of Sasha’s head as he pocketed his new baggie.

“Aye Sash, I’ll be back in like 15 minutes, I got to run home real quick and help my moms.”

Sasha pulled back from the kiss and tried to stand up in protest, but Greasy-Hair stopped playing with her tits and reached back around to bear-hug her in place. He effortlessly overpowered her ass back on to his lap.

That’s when she realized that Dante knew what he was doing.

“Nah, Chill here real quick. I can’t be with some freshman bitch when I hit the crib, you know how it is.”

Her spine shivered as he spoke.

“Don’t worry, these guys will take good care of you, and I’ll be back to scoop you up real soon.”

Her stomach turned with fright, but before she could say anything, Dreads reached around from behind her and swiped the blunt from her hand. He took a quick hit then put it back to her lips, inviting her to inhale again. He hissed into the frightened girl’s ear.

“Take another hit and just chill here while he’s gone.”

Her head was swimming, and she didn’t know how she could say no to him after teasing them so hard, so instead she took another cherry-sparking rip from the blunt and tried to relax her tense muscles. Dreads ripped the blunt from her lips as she started to choke on the smoke and erupt into a violent coughing fit. While she was still spraying spit everywhere from the cough, Chubby Chains pushed his tongue back into her mouth causing her to inflate his cheeks with smoky air.

Silently accepting the fleshy, fat tongue, a tear involuntarily streamed down her cheek as the crash of the basement door behind her sealed her fate. It was promptly followed by the heartless creaking of Dante’s Jordans ascending the stairs to leave her behind with these strangers.

Sasha had just started to accept at that point what she felt to be inevitable. She figured that she was the one who brought all of this on, after all. She had willingly put herself in this situation, and she was idiotically teasing grown-ups.

She tried to prepare herself to get fucked.

Yet, much to Sasha’s disbelief, Chubby Chains immediately noticed the warm tear get absorbed into his plump face. He pulled back, stood straight up, and gazed down into her scared, teary eyes. He scrunched his face up in confusion and reached down to gently rub the tear away with his thumb.

Sasha only found out later that Chubby Chains was the actual dealer, and that this was his house.

She shivered and leaned into his palm as he lovingly wiped away her tears before addressing her in a smooth, silky tone.

“What’s wrong baby-girl? I thought you was down for this.”

Then, the other two guys also became acutely aware of her nervously-shaking body and stopped caressing her.

They spoke to her in almost perfect unison.

“Yeah, are you okay?”

Another tear streamed down her cheek from the other eye.

She always left this part out of the story.

“Yeah. It’s just ... I’ve never ... I just didn’t think this is how I would lose my virginity.”

She sniffled the snot back down.

She looked around and could tell how shocked all three of them were.

Dreads echoed out from behind her head.

“Wait, but you came in here and jumped on my dick like right away! How can you be you a fuckin’ virgin?!”

She looked down at Greasy-Hair’s shoulder and watched another tear roll away from her chin onto his neck before she could catch it.

Her voice was thin and raspy now.

“I’m so sorry for pretending. Dante told me I just had to come and flirt with you to get a better deal on the weed.”

Greasy-Hair pushed her up and off of his lap so that she was awkwardly standing in front of him.

She was so ashamed. They were treating her like a little kid now instead of the sexy woman that she was a second ago.

Chubby Chains threw up his hands and spun around to grab a tequila bottle off the floor behind him.

“That grimy ass nigga flunky as fuck.”

Dreads responded in kind.

“That jit is going to catch some hands when he comes back. Flaunting this innocent little virgin girl to us like she’s about to be a freak. That’s shady as hell.”

Sasha hated that they were talking about her like this. This is how her parents would sometimes talk about her to each other when she was little. Like she wasn’t even in the room.

Greasy-Hair chimed into the conversation as he leaned back and grabbed a Newport from his pocket.

“Yeah, he bout to catch a fade for this one for sure.”

Knees shaking, she tingled with fear all over and impulsively blurted out her objection to the group as she turned to face Dreads.

“No, please don’t hurt Dante. I’ll do ... I’ll do whatever you guys want.”

Dreads raised an eyebrow and looked her up and down before following up.

“Dante showed me a video on YouTube of you swallowing a Cucumber. What was that shit all about?”

A numbing sensation washed over her body as she realized why they thought she was someone that she wasn’t.

“It’s ... It’s nothing. Just me and my friend being dumb for YouTube. She’s always making fun of me for having no gag reflex.”

Even explaining this to them was mortifying her.

Dreads took a hit off the blunt and laughed out smoke into her face.

“Well shit, I’d say that’s quite the talent!”

She realized at this point that her options were limited.

She could either give them what they wanted, or she could let Dante possibly get hospitalized or worse.

Sasha realized that part of the reason that her fantasies always shifted back to this one real sexual encounter was because she secretly loved to feel dominated and used, which is exactly what happened that day. Her current fantasy changed from taking Matt’s cock in a public bathroom to Matt being a fourth member of the infamous basement group as she massaged the upper walls of her inner labia with her middle finger and swirled her clit around in the other two fingers.

Inside that grimy basement, with eyeliner running down her smeared cheeks, she nodded and dropped to her knees in front of Dreads, who was already unzipping his jeans.

She reckoned that she was lucky that they were letting her get away with just a blowjob. And she was so turned on that she couldn’t think about anything else but them stuffing every one of her holes.

Truth be told, if they had pressed her into sex, she wouldn’t have fought against the idea too hard. Her mind was permeated with the possibilities of what they could do to her.

Conversely, she was also getting wetter just thinking about how they were sweet enough about the situation to not be taking more from her.

Dreads reached his whole hand into the slit of his boxers and struggled to pull out a monster of a cock that rivaled the cucumber from Sasha’s video.

She always lustfully imagined that Matt matched or surpassed Dreads in size.

She nervously opened her mouth as wide as she could for Dreads as he pressed the girthy tip of it to her lips. And Dreads definitely understood by this point that this girl had no idea what she doing. But she was too cute to not get something out of it. He grabbed her head and guided her mouth onto his cock to see how she responded. At first, she kissed it a bit and tried sucking on just the tip of it like a lollipop, so he yanked it back out of her mouth. She heard belts clanking just outside of her peripherals followed by the familiar buzzing sound of zippers as Dreads calmly explained what she should do to him.

“No, no don’t fuckin’ kiss it. The whole goal is to make it as sloppy as you can, and go as deep with it as you can.”

He rubbed his calloused thumb around the rim of her quivering lips.

“Oh, and never put those metal teeth of yours on a dick or I’ll return that pain on you three-fold.”

She looked up at him with bloodshot eyes and blankly nodded at his direction.

“Good, let’s try this again.”

He stuck his throbbing cock back into her face and she apprehensively opened her mouth again and took him back in.

As he slowly slid himself further into her mouth, Sasha regurgitated slobbery spit into her cheeks to make it as wet as she possibly could. He grunted as he pushed himself deeper and deeper into her throat until she caught herself tensing up to reflexively gag up more spit into her mouth.

Dante mercifully stopped for a moment and let some drool escape her mouth onto the cold, cement floor.

“Ungh, there you go bitch. You catch on quick. No teeth or nothing!”

Encouraged by his words, she relaxed her esophagus for him, just as she had practiced in the videos.

Finally, Dreads wrapped a clump of her loose hair in his fist and thrust the whole 9-inch length of his rock-hard cock into the back of her teenage throat.

He expected this girl to instantly gag and cough before he could get all the way down like so many other confident women that came before her. Maybe her inexperience would even cause her to puke on him.

But she actually took the whole thing like a fucking champ.

Sasha always proudly lingered on this part of the story when telling it to Megan. Even though Megan was actually much more sexually experienced than her, Sasha loved that she could get Megan going with a real-life story that actually topped any of Megan’s exploits thus far.

And it was proof of concept that Sasha actually had no gag reflex.

She opened her mouth a little bit wider and stuck her tongue out to try to reach behind his balls as he filled her throat, but her tongue wasn’t quite long enough to reach it.

Not realizing that the pulsating inside of her mouth meant that he was about to unload into her stomach, she kept her pharynx as open as she could to keep him lodged in place.

Dreads loudly grunted and spasmed as he pumped shot after shot of salty jizz down her unexpecting throat until she coughed so hard that he had to remove himself from her lips.

As he pulled himself out and dotted a few more drops onto her face, two waterfalls of runny, foggy-white cum-and-spit poured out of both sides of her chin. She put her hand over her mouth in embarrassment as she heaved out more of his seed, causing it to splash through her fingertips onto her shaky, scuffed knees.

Damn, he opined to himself after one of the best nuts of his life, She was born for this shit.

While she was still gasping for air and trying to catch her breath from coughing up his unnaturally-copious load, Dreads thoughtlessly gripped the top of her head with his huge hand.

Like a toy, Dreads unsympathetically swiveled Sasha’s head around until her forehead was pressed up against the stretchmarks of Chubby Chains’s obese stomach, her mouth just inches away from his veiny, pencil-sized dick.

His necklaces clanked together as he grasped the back of her head and squeezed her face underneath the roll of his fat. Sasha was thankful that she could comfortably rest her already-tired lips around him and recover her jaw’s strength for a moment.

Besides, she reasoned, He’s really nice.

Mercifully, she didn’t even really have to move for Chubby Chains as his belly never unfolded from her forehead. She just held on tight to him with her suckling lips as he clumsily twitched and gawkily probed her face with no real rhyme or reason to his motions.

This went on for far longer than she preferred, but since it was so easy, she just went with the flow. When she felt the now-familiar sensation of the seed filling his shaft, she forced her head back and pinched his spitlogged member with her thumb and index finger.

She didn’t want to taste more cum again so soon after almost puking on Dreads.

She bent her elbow to get a better angle and maneuvered the tip of her tiny, pinching fingers up and down his shaft only two times until he boisterously moaned and exploded all over her face and shirt with so much initial force that it sent her falling back onto her ass. She closed her eyes and clinched her teeth as wave after wave of spattering cum drenched her tiny upper body. She couldn’t believe how much could come out of one so small.

Before Chubby Chains had even completely finished with her, Greasy-Hair was expectantly slapping her shoulder with his own neglected manhood.