Her Master's Slut

Prologue April fool’s day had gone, spring break was nearly over, her twenty-first birthday was just around the corner, and her boyfriend of six months had stayed behind at school to study. The girl who had worn the yellow poke-a-dot bikini arose, gathered her swim suit from the ocean’s edge, and stumbled toward the Fort Lauderdale Palace where earlier that morning she had seen the swimsuit hanging in the shop window across the street and been tempted. “Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow poke-a-dot Bikini,” she had sung, the lyric springing from her lips like lightning bugs flitting into the sky. It was a song her father sang, a song made popular during the sixty’s, popular like she had been for the last three hours. Still awash with alcohol, the girl dragged the flimsy panty brief up her legs and over her hips, pulled the minuscule bra in place over her breasts and tied the string. It was the empty Tequila bottle’s fault; she told herself, but she knew it wasn’t. She had set out to f**k all those guys since before the sun went down. Because her college roommate visited friends in Miami, she was walking alone on the sidewalk in front of the motel when a god in human form trailed by an equally appealing god specimen, yelled, “Hey beautiful, ya wanna party? Bring a bottle—bonfire on the beach—nine o’clock tonight.” “I’m underage,” she had shouted back, wagging a finger but adding a blond hair shake coupled with a butt wiggle for their entertainment. The god laughed, and the specimen pointed. “See the clerk at ABC liquor; name’s Bradley, bat your eyes and he’ll take care of you.” Both deities moved on, but the temptation remained. Temptation has a way of weaseling into dark corners of the soul. Bradley the girl found out was old, was bald, and made a business of selling alcohol to underage college kids. The girl knew she shouldn’t have gone to the liquor store, and she knew she shouldn’t have gone to the party, but spring break is a crazy time, and she had wondered how it would feel being a party favor. Thirty yards away, the girl’s eyes caught the light from the bonfire and the earlier impropriety once more entered her mind like fuel from a fire-breathing dragon. ”My friend says you’ll go for it, will you?” the god caressing her breasts had asked. She didn’t remember kissing her god, and she couldn’t recall when he took liberties with her or when her hand had filled with flesh. She shook her head, or thought she did, and drained the last few drops of the illegal Tequila pint. It had been easy to score booze from Bradley. “Ah-come on…,” her god persuaded. “I’ve never done it before.” “Do you want too?” “Too much light,” she had slurred. “There isn’t over by the beach chairs…” He nodded south toward the dunes. “Will you take me back to my room?” “I like you; besides what’s the problem, my friend says you want it.” “All of you?” His head pumped. “Will you do me first?” She had asked disregarding the caution from her inner voice. “Last,” he said. “First and last if I do it.” “First and last, then…” “I don’t think I can walk that far.” “I’ll carry you.” “They won’t hurt me…?” “No!” *** Her god was big and strong and handsome and his c**k reached depths she thought unreachable. With pain she thought unbearable, like a horse’s kick it consumed her breath, and forced her eyes to engage his. In a night without stars, they were the most fearsome eyes she had even seen. Why hadn’t she noticed those eyes before? “My god you’re so big,” she whimpered. “I can’t take any more.” “Sure you can, honey…” He pulled her wrists above her head, “A girl like you—so wet—shaking your ass at us, begging to get fucked.” “Please pull out…” He snorted and penetrated deeper. “I wanted to be last after my friends loosened you up, but you wouldn’t have it.” She had had c**k before, plenty of c***s she guessed but never a c**k like this. “AAAHHH,” she moaned. “Sweet Jesus you’re big.” He arose on his elbows, called her “CUNT” and pounded his c**k faster through the folds of her flesh like a battling ram. “Please kiss me,” she begged. “Will you at least kiss me?” “Are you worth kissing?” “I want to be,” she groaned as beach sand flew in all directions and no-see-um fleas chewed her skin. Horrified by her perversion, the question of worth stuck unmoving in her mind. “Ask me again!” “Please kiss me…” “Will you be a good f**k for my friends?” She could have lain on her back beneath her god forever, could have serviced his c**k throughout time. “I promise,” she sobbed, her hot tears draining down her chin like corrosion. Her god gathered steam. He f****d her hard, f****d her quick, licked her face, and bit her neck. He ravished her pelvic split, jackknifed her female spread, and rode her thighs like a mule. “Whatever they want…?” “I promise,” she convulsed. He kissed her then, deep and ethereal. “Something to get you through,” he teased before tapping her womb with his own fertilizer and rolling away. She felt his weight lessen and watched him bend. She saw him collect his swim trunks and felt their mixture leaking down her legs. “Who’s next,” she heard him yell. Next was his friend, the facsimile. She watched him remove his, dark as night, swim trunks, sighed as his c**k sprung forth, and gasp as he climbed aboard. “I told him you were hot for it. A w***e in the making, I told him. Move that ass, girl,” he yelled. “f**k me back, or I’ll thrash your butt.” The girl groaned and her body caught speed. Swim trunks up… swim trunks down. The facsimile rolled off, and another rolled on. The boy from Minnesota, the one she had teased earlier by the bonfire, had her next. “Dirty slut,” he shouted when he came. The girl heard another “next.” She was beyond caring who she was, or what she was, or what she would become by then, the disgraceful word corrupting her mind like a devil’s toxin. Another put her on hands and knees like a dog and made her bark. Then she was doubled. A short skinny d**k found her p***y while a long skinny d**k used her mouth. She screamed when a third d**k lambasted her anus with pain. “Make my friends happy,” her god had told her. If I’m anything, I’m a real good f**k she thought as her over flowing swamp was once again filled with a gigantic thickness. “First and last,” he had promised. She began ferociously to f**k him. “You can hurt me if you want too,” she cried a moment before her god and the world disappeared.