" I sobbed."Tell me then you little urchin, am I the man of the house?" Yes you are the man," I whimpered between sobs."You love my cock in your mouth..." Yes I love it, please stop."On and on he continued, "Do you want me to fuck this sweet arse." Yes, yes I want you to fuck me, but please stop."He stopped beating me, his hand running smoothly around my flame redcheeks. "Vivian, come and have a turn... Spank her."Surely Vivian wouldn't do that, but then I felt a slap, lighter almostgentle."Not. As I expected, after practice, later in the locker room as most were showering up, not one, but five of the b o y s actually approached me about being cut. Each saying in their own ways that they would do anything to not be cut. Of course, I told each that it just is what it is, and to remember that it didn't mean they were off the team. Of course also, there was that one, who just wouldn't give up. He started hanging real close to me right there in the locker room. Handing me my towel,. I could feel my hand dropping, butcould do nothing to prevent its decent! In seconds, I firmly placed myhand upon the front of his trousers. In panic, I began to manipulate himto an erection. I could feel him growing, stiffening harder and harder. Itwas one thing when I did this for money, but what I was doing at thatmoment...seemed to be happening for pleasure - his!"More..." he sighed, his hot breath sending chills down my spine. Hishands never left me, mine never left their erotic. You can come and watch if you’d like.’ Hannah joyfully accepted the invitation, full of anticipation at seeing a lesbian fuck fest. Back at Naomi’s house, Naomi led Judy gently by the hand to her bedroom. The walls were covered with posters and photographs of Naomi’s lesbian heroines: Madonna, Navratilova, Cindy Crawford, and, more surprisingly to Hannah, who was naive in these matters, a whole lot of celebrities — TV personalities like Anna Ford, film stars like Barbra Streisand, writers like.