Chapter 9

Mom and Ronnie had their dinner on Sunday and he asked her again

to marry him and she said yes, but wanted to wait a year. He

wasn't happy but accepted it knowing they would eventually tie the knot.

The next few days Ronnie spent on the computer setting things up

and going to rooms talking to people.

Occasionally he'd find someone in the rooms who lived close enough

to set up a date for me. He also set up a few from guys I'd fucked before and at times he'd parade me around Vicksburg in skimpy clothes looking to make some quick cash. That Friday after school he was waiting for me when I got home.

Ronnie came out with a camera and a big grin and told me that he

wanted to take some digital pictures of me stripping and submit them to websites that paid for amateur nude photos. He also said that I could make more money from the dating sites he signed me up on if I had sexier picture.

He started off with me putting on several different outfits and seductively stripping out of each one. Next I was naked on the bed and playing with myself and toys. Then he fucked me and took more pictures of the cum oozing from my pussy. I then had to play with it and finger myself. He spent the rest of the night doing things with the pictures he took.

Ronnie loved to look at porn and went to just about every adult site he could find and got me into it. He would get really horny on the gang bang and cream pie sites and fucked me at least twice every night as we watched them. He also kept checking on several sites he posted listings for me. I knew something big was about to happen but didn't know what it was. I was also worried to find out.

I dreamt of swimming up from a deep, dark place and fighting to reach the surface. I was thrashing about, my arms flinging, my legs kicking and my chest felt heavy. I couldn't breath and was gasping for air. My eyes flew open as the rocking motion stirred my sleep. Ronnie was on top of me again and thrusting back and forth.

My clock read 6:43 and he was right on time. I let him finish and rolled out of bed. It was Friday and I was looking forward to the weekend. He went to make breakfast and I cleaned up and dressed. He didn't pick out my clothes so I put on jeans and a pullover shirt and went down to the kitchen.

"If you're gunna wear shit like that at least take your bra off," he said as I entered. I ignored him and sat to eat the cereal and toast he'd made. He sat across from me drinking coffee.

"It's been a month since the new pills," he said out of the blue.

"Huh?! What did you say?" I wasn't sure I knew what he meant.

"You're mom's birth control pills. It's been a month since you switched them. Should be getting pregnant soon. She's still young and can drop a few more before she's too old." I sat stunned by his comment and was totally confused. Why did he bring that up to me? Why now?

"What do you think she'll do if she gets pregnant?" I asked taking another bite.

"She'll have it. I'll make sure she does."

I stared across the table at him wondering what he was up to. I didn't know him that well but from what I could see he wasn't the fatherly type and was too selfish to really want a baby.

"Why do you want a baby?" I blurted out not really expecting an answer. He looked at me for several uncomfortable seconds and put his coffee down.

"I got my reasons," he said taking another sip. "I gotta make plans for the future. The timing is about right for one now, if it's a girl that is. A boy will fuck things up too much."

Now I was really confused. "I don't understand."

"You will. Just hurry and eat. We gotta go."

The drive to school was distracting as he rambled on about a baby and how he wanted me to be extra close to my little sister and I tuned out most of what he said. About a block from my school he pulled off to the side and stopped.

"Remember, this belongs to me," he said grabbing my crotch. "You fuck who I say and when I say, understand?" Where did this come from? We've already had this conversation. I was dumbfounded. "Today I want you to give away pussy to any young punk you haven't fucked before. Give them a free sample of the goods." He said staring at me. "Anyone you've fucked before they gotta pay."

He put the truck in drive and let me off at school. That was weird.

My day started off just like all the other days with me fighting off the guys and having to rush between classes to keep from being pulled into an empty class room or closet. I managed to make it to lunch without have a major crisis. Then the swarm gathered around. I couldn't be late for English anymore and promised after I ate to fuck as many as I could provided they quit in time for my next class. They agreed.

My panties were soaked as I rushed down the hall just as the tardy bell rang. Mrs. Hebert glared at me as usual as I quickly sat down. My crotch was soaked through my jeans leaving a fifty cent-size spot just below the zipper. I could smell myself and knew others around me could as well.

I didn't bother dressing out for PE and sat on the stands watching as my class mates filed out of the locker rooms heading for the field. Once the guys noticed me some began heading towards where I was sitting. A few minutes later I was under the bleachers with a half dozen guys getting naked while others stood outside watching. The one good thing about black guys is most don't mind if you already have cum in you, they'll still fuck you.

Coach had to blow his whistle several times to get the guys to file in and take roll. I used this time to go into the locker room and shower. Wearing only a towel I waited in the coach's office on his sofa. I must have fallen asleep as the next thing I remember is the sounds of slamming lockers and shouts and talking. I looked around the room and saw Coach Jenkins standing over me.

Taking the towel by the corner I opened it and spread my legs. He was on me quickly. I was definitely getting an A in PE. I made my next two classes easily and soon was heading out the front door being followed my several guys and noticed Ronnie waiting for me in the truck. I waved and turned back to the guys and smiled.

"Sorry, boys, I gotta go now," I said blowing them a kiss.

"You smell like a whorehouse," Ronnie said as I closed the door. "How many dicks you take today?"

There was no sense in lying so I told him about the lunch "rush" with seven guys, the four that were able to fuck me under the bleachers and of course Coach Jenkins.

He didn't know about my deal with the coach and ask me to explain it. I told him about Mr. Curry and Mr. Nichols and Coach and he patted my leg. "Now that's using your head, girl," he said with a big grin. "Why work for a grade when all you gotta do is spread your legs. You fucking any other teachers?"

"No. The rest are women."

"Well maybe they're into girls too. Could be a few lez in the mix. Give it a shot next time." I stared at him shocked that he's say such a thing.

We started going the opposite direction to our house and I asked where we were going.

"See someone," was all he said. I knew not to press him for more.

When we pulled into the Super 8 Motel I looked at him puzzled. He pulled in front of the building and turned the truck off. "When we go inside I want you say you need to use the restroom and clean up, okay?" I nodded. "Here, this will help relax you," he said pulling out a small baggy with several crystal rocks. He handed me one and I quickly smoked it. It had been late last night since my last smoke and I really needed it.

The building had two floors and the room we went to was on the second level. He knocked and the door was quickly opened. An older man, maybe mid fifties was standing there with a big grin. I was ushered in and he and Ronnie shook hands.

"My God you're even more beautiful than your pictures," the man said extending his hand for a shake. I thanked him and asked to use the bathroom. My panties were still soaked and very crusty so I rinsed them and left them out to dry. Sitting on the toilet I pushed out what I could of the remaining cum and wiped myself really good with a warm rag.

I must have been taking too long because Ronnie was knocking on the door wanting in. "What's taking so long?"

"Just cleaning up."

"You're clean enough, now get out there," he said giving me a little push. I was only wearing my shirt and reached for my jeans. "You won't need those," he added. I must have looked dumb just standing there staring at him before he grabbed the bottom of my shirt and lifted it above my head. My bra came off next and he took me by the elbow and led me out into the next room.

The old man was lying on the bed, leaning against the head board only wearing a pair of boxers, a muscle shirt and black socks. I stopped short when I saw him. He turned towards me and started to speak but I stopped him. I knew why I was there it just surprised me.

"Go fuck his brains out, Tiger," he whispered to me patting my ass as I passed.

The old man was kinda on the skinny side and I was afraid I'd break a bone but he was totally into everything I did. Twenty minutes after we started he couldn't go any more. He'd cum once but I kept going, trying to get him up again. It didn't work. After a while he got up and began getting dressed. He couldn't stop thanking me telling me how great I was.

I went to get cleaned up and heard Ronnie on his cell when I left the restroom. He mentioned the room number we were in and something about 15 minutes. I was holding my clothes in my hand not sure if I should dress or not. That answered my question.

It was almost 20 minutes later when there was a knock on the door. I was on the bed with a towel around me when a large, hulking man entered. He was totally the opposite of the old man. Young, large and looked scary.

He never took his eyes off of me as he fished out his wallet, pulled some money out and handed it to Ronnie. I watched as he began undressing and did a double take when his pants dropped showing a huge bulge in his briefs. He was very well endowed but I'd had bigger.

He wanted a quick suck job then climbed on top of me. The bed whined under his bulk and every down thrust knocked the wind out of me. I had to wrap my arms and legs around him just to hang on. He roared like a wounded beast when he finally came, soaking my insides once again.

The next guy was a black guy not much older than Ronnie and well dressed for Vicksburg. He must have been a business man traveling through because he definitely didn't look local.

The last guy for the night was a redneck wearing a Peterbuilt ball cap, worn jeans and a snap down, long-sleeved shirt with the sleeves rolled up. There was a circular pattern worn in his back pocket from his snuff can and his teeth were blackened from prolonged use. He didn't bother taking out his chew and kept dripping stinky spit on me as we fucked. I was glad when he finally came and I rushed to the restroom to clean up. Not so