That morning as I dressed for work, I thought about Ash. Every day for the past six years he was the last thing I thought of before bed and the first thing I thought of each morning.

Stepping out of the shower, I stood nude before the mirror. I envisioned Ash standing behind me his dark hair falling over his forehead as he leaned over me. His hands would trail up my nude body cupping my breasts from behind. I traced my fingers over my hard nipples dreaming of Ash kissing my neck softly as his fingers milked my nipples. My pussy began to get wetter and wetter as I thought of his firm, muscled chest pressed against my back….

Suddenly, the phone rang. I clutched a towel to my body running to grab it.

“Ash? What’s wrong?”

His voice was strained. His breath was coming hard and fast.

“It’s Debra, my mother. She…she wasn’t breathing when I got here. She OD’d. I’m on the way to the hospital with her now.”

“Oh my God, Ash. Is she going to be okay?”

I heard the paramedics talking to her.

“Pulse is weak. Need to stabilize her.”

I collapsed on the bed. Poor Ash.

“I don’t know, Amber. Can you--””

“—come to Chicago? Of course.”

“Yes, I wish you would. I’ve called Whitmore. The plane is ready and waiting if you don’t mind coming here.”

“Of course, Ash. I’ll be right there. Tell Whitmore I’m on my way.”

“Thanks, Amber. I’ll have a driver waiting for you when you land.”

* * *

Sitting in the private jet, I couldn’t stop thinking about why I’d left Chicago in the first place.

My past had been turbulent, to be sure. I was one of seven children raised by alcoholic parents. They both worked two full time jobs just to feed us, but when they were home they were usually too drunk to see straight. I knew they loved us, but their alcoholism destroyed our family in more ways than one.

Growing up with five older brothers and one younger sister in a small house on the south side of Chicago was far from easy. Due to our large family, we struggled financially. My father was a plumber and my mother worked as a daycare assistant.

Instead of being protective, my older brothers picked on me constantly. I developed early and their friends continually harassed me.

As the plane circled to land, I gazed out the window at all the houses which appeared as tiny specks below.

“Hey Mark, when’s your sexy sister going to come out?” The pimply faced friend of my brother asked leering up at my window.

Pulling back seeing the group of teenage boys gathered around the house, I looked at myself in the mirror. I was wearing the most modest thing I could. I was only thirteen yet my breasts were extremely large. I had outgrown all my bras quickly and now was forced to wear a matronly bra which made me feel like an old woman. I couldn’t wear the frilly, lacy bras from the department stores.

I had slipped one of my brother, Mark’s sweatshirts on which was very large on me, but still I appeared quite busty in it. I pulled my long honey blonde hair back into a ponytail.

I was the only girl I knew that tried to appear less attractive than I actually was. I couldn’t stand it when my brothers’ friends whistled at me and catcalled as I walked by.

I glanced at the clock. There was no more time to waste. I had to walk outside right past them to get to school.

“There she is!”

“Hey, gorgeous, when are you gonna go out with me?”

“What about me, baby? How about you shake those tits at me?”

“Come on, show us your tits!”

I cringed as I pressed my books to my chest.

“Mark, why doesn’t your baby sister wanna play with us?”

The mob of boys clamored about me. I felt sickened as I tried to hurry past them. These boys were all in high school and I was only in the seventh grade.

I waited anxiously each time for my brother to make them stop. He only laughed along with them.

As I got older, the teasing didn’t relent. It only got more serious. By that time, I had gotten used to the catcalls, the whistles, and the inappropriate comments. I held my head high and stopped caring what people said. I began to use makeup and flaunt my beauty.

Big mistake.

One terrible night caused me to run from the south side and never look back.

Until today that is.

* * *

I had been working at the local pub where my parents sat every night after work drinking themselves into a stupor. I wasn’t old enough to serve liquor, but I worked the tables serving food. The outfit I had to wear wasn’t skimpy in the least, but on me it appeared almost lewd. The t-shirt was extremely tight across my chest and there was no more hiding how large my breasts were. Even though I had a tiny waist and small firm ass, the shorts were tight and rode high up on my ass no matter how much I tried to pull them down.

I was eighteen years old and this was one of the last weekends I would have to work there. I had been accepted at Northwestern and I was ecstatic!

As I helped the owner, Sallie close the bar, I noticed Larry, my father’s drinking buddy still sitting at a corner booth slumped over the table. Everyone else including my parents had left. Larry was good looking for a man of his age. He was rugged, but handsome. He usually appeared unshaven. His dark hair was tipped with a bit of silver. He had several tattoos and still worked out regularly. His muscles rippled beneath his shirt.

Larry and his wife, Julie were good friends of my parents. Larry was several years younger than my father, making him about forty-two years old. They had a son, Jackson who was the same age as me. He was a younger looking version of his father. I’d grown up around Larry, so I didn’t think much of him being passed out at the bar. It was becoming a regular occurrence since he lost his job at the glass plant last year.

“Larry, it’s closing time. Can you get up?” I gently tapped him on the shoulder. He reeked of alcohol. It wasn’t the first time he’d passed out in the bar.

“Huh? What?”

“Closing time, Larry. Do you need me to call you a cab?” I bent down to clear the empty beer mugs off the table.

His eyes opened slightly as he gazed at me.

“I know you. You’re the one with the big titties. What you doin’ here?” His words slurred terribly.

“Yes, I’m Amber. It’s time to go home, Larry.” I ignored his rude comment.

“Hey, Amber, are you having a hard time getting that asshole up?” Sallie, the owner, was a tough as nails older woman. She had been the bar owner for over twenty years. I’d known her since I was little.

“Yeah, Sallie, he just doesn’t want to leave I guess.” I laughed carrying the tray with glasses back to the bar.

“Well, I’ll just call his wife to come get him.” Sallie picked up the phone.

I finished clearing all the tables and wiping them down. I was going to be so glad to be finished with this job. Counting up my tips, I stuffed the cash into my purse.

“Go on, get outta here, honey.”

I watched as Sallie shoved Larry out the door. Gathering my jacket and my purse, I walked out the door towards home.

The bar was only about ten blocks from my house. Sometimes I called a cab, but tonight was such a warm night I thought I’d walk.

The streets were nearly deserted as it was after three AM. Even though it wasn’t the best neighborhood, I’d lived here all my life. I felt relatively safe here.

Just as I was walking beneath the L tracks, a dark, shadowy figure appeared.

“Help me. Please help me,” a muffled voice cried.

I turned around to look. It was Larry. He had fallen down on the sidewalk and was reaching up toward me.

Hurrying back, I ran to help him up. I was puzzled as I thought his wife was coming to pick him up.

“Where’s Julie, Larry? I thought she was coming to get you.” I had to step back as he reeked so strongly of alcohol the fumes burned my nose.

“She’s not here, pretty girl. I just need help. My house’s just up the street.”

“I know, Larry. I’ve been there many times with my parents, remember?”

“Just help me walk, okay?” He mumbled holding his arm out to me. He was a tall and muscular man and it was difficult for someone as small as me to help him without falling over myself.

We walked down to his house. It had deteriorated drastically since I’d last been there. The shutters were falling off and the paint was peeling. The grass was knee high. I knew he had fallen on hard times recently with being let go from the glass plant he’d worked at for twenty years. His wife, Julie was nowhere to be seen. The house was pitch dark.

“Where’s Julie, Larry?”

Larry threw the door to his house open.

“She’s gone. She left me, pretty girl. Left me last week. Now I got nothin.” He slurred, tossing his jacket off. He stumbled inside and flicked the lights on.

Horrified, I glanced around at the dozens of empty beer cans and cigarette butts littering the floor and the table. Empty food bags and pizza boxes contained a multitude of bugs crawling all over them. I was repulsed by the sight.

“Okay, Larry, I’ve got to get home now. Have a good night.” I turned to leave.

Suddenly, I felt his strong arm wrap around my body.

“You’re not going anywhere, pretty girl.” His voice was no longer slurred. Terrified, I looked up into his eyes. They were completely clear. His pupils weren’t dilated. It was like he magically sobered up.

“Larry, I thought you were drunk.” I stammered.

He laughed.

“When am I not drunk, right? No, not tonight, pretty girl.”

“Amber, I know you’re leaving in a few weeks. I’ve watched you for years just waiting until you were old enough.”

His voice so clear and so different made my skin crawl. I had never been so frightened in my life.

I struggled to escape his tight grasp.

“Larry, what are you talking about? Old enough for what?” I knew the answer, but was just sick with the thought.

Shoving me against the wall, his strong, beefy hands ran all over my body. He pushed my shirt up revealing my bra.

“For fucking. I’ve always thought it was criminal for a girl so young to have such a great body. I told your daddy that too when you were just thirteen. You know what he said?”

My mouth went dry. Vomit rose in my throat.

“What?” I whispered.

“Told me to wait ‘til you were old enough. Then I could fuck the shit the out of you.”

“What?” My mind reeled. My father wouldn’t have said that. He just wouldn’t. He loved me…

“No, he didn’t.” I squirmed beneath his grip.

“Yep, he sure did. He even told me when you’d be leaving so I could have you. You’re eighteen now. You’re legal.”

“Get the FUCK off me now, Larry!” I screamed clawing at his face.

Slapping me hard, he pushed me down to the ground.

“I already paid for you.”

“What?” I screamed.

“Yep. Gave him all the money I had left. Five hundred dollars.” Larry laughed.

“No,” I whispered. I couldn’t believe it.

“Well, I said it was your daddy, but Mark and Jackson were there too. Mark said he would tell me what to do, how to get you alone.”

Vomit rose in my throat. I could hold it no longer. Opening my mouth, I quickly turned my head and bitter tasting liquid poured out. The sour smell of my own vomit penetrated the air.

“You fucking, dirty bitch.” With that, Larry slapped me again. Blood trickled from my nose and mouth.

I couldn’t believe this was happening. I’d known Larry and his wife since I was five years old.

Pulling me up by my hair, he drug me back to his bedroom. The odor of stale cigarettes, beer, and urine sickened me.

“Now, little girl, I paid for you. I want to see those titties. Take off those fucking clothes.”

Curling up into a ball, I shook my head.

Larry reached into his dresser drawer and pulled out a 9 mm.

I sucked in my breath realizing what was going to happen. He must’ve lost his mind! I never imagined he’d do something like this!

“Get out of those clothes NOW!” He pointed the gun at me.

Trembling, I pulled off my t shirt and bra.

Larry’s beady eyes widened as he admired my naked breasts.

“Wow, Amber. You really have grown up to be a beautiful woman.” He held the gun to my head as he ran his hand over my breasts squeezing them. I closed my eyes as he brought his lips to my nipples sucking them.

I cringed hoping that was all he wanted. He gently prodded my breasts with the gun. He traced my nipples with the barrel of the gun then slipped the muzzle over my nipple.

“Now, make ‘em bounce,” he whispered.

“What?” I stammered, my heart thudding in my chest. Perspiration broke out across my forehead. The sweat trickled down my face mixing with my tears.

“Jiggle them for me. You know, bounce up and down!” He commanded pointing the gun at me.

Feeling vomit rising again, I swallowed hard. I shimmied my shoulders making my breasts jiggle.

“Damn,” he moaned. I glanced down seeing his erection through his pants. I desperately wanted to throw up again.

“Now, show me that pussy.”

Oh God, no, I thought. Please, no.

“NOW!” He cocked the gun and pointed it straight at me.

Slowly, I lowered my shorts. I leaned stepped out of my panties. He stared in awe at my shaved pussy.

“Sit on the bed.” He commanded. I glanced at the sunken mattress. It had no sheets and had deep brown stains on it.

“Spread your legs, slut. I want to look at it.”

Shaking so hard, I could hardly move, but I did as he asked.

“Now, take your fingers and spread your pussy open for me.”

Gulping, I pulled my pussy open.

“More.”

I did as he requested. I felt the cold metal of the gun barrel as he rubbed it against my clit. Then I felt his fingers trace over my pussy. He shoved his finger inside me. Then he put it into his mouth.

“That’s one dirty little cunt you have there. Still, so sweet and tasty. You’re not a virgin, are you? You can’t be. I know you’re a little slut. I’ve heard my son tell me about all those guys you sucked off in the locker room.”

What guys? I wanted to ask. I’d never been with any other guys except my steady boyfriend, Luke.

“I used to watch you at the football games, Amber. You were the best cheerleader in the bunch. You in that tight sweater. You never wore a bra, did you? I could see your nipples clear as day. Didn’t you notice all the men staring at you? Those big boobs bouncing all around. Told my son he should be a cheerleader instead just so he could look up that short skirt of yours.”

My mouth felt dry as a desert. I remembered how Larry had always leered at me, but I always saw him as a bit of a father figure. I dismissed my concerns as being paranoid. Now I realized I’d been right.

He ran his rough, strong hands up my legs grinning. He was an attractive man when he smiled, but at this moment he sickened me.

“Come on, Amber, you know you want it. Let me show you what a real man can do.” Larry licked his lips staring at my nude body.

“You’ve got a nasty little twat there, baby. You’re just aching for a real man’s cock, aren’t you? I’ve been told I’ve got a huge one. And I’ve been waiting for five years to tear into your sweet hole.”

“Please, Larry. Don’t do this.”

He rubbed his face.

“Might scratch you a bit. I haven’t shaved in a while. It’ll be better this way so I can keep smelling that sweet pussy of yours after I’m done licking it.”

I shivered with disgust. The thought of Larry putting his tongue against my pussy was revolting.

He fell upon me then, kissing me hard. He thrust his tongue deep into my mouth choking me. His hands gripped my tits so hard I cried out.

“What’s the matter, baby? You’re not used to a real man holding those jugs? You need a man with big hands to handle those babies.” He grinned again kissing his way down my body. He tossed the gun down off the bed as he kept me pinned beneath him.

“You want to see what you’ve done to me?” He unzipped his pants and pulled out the biggest cock I’d ever seen. The head was deep purple and throbbing.

My eyes widened. I knew he’d rip me apart with that.

“See, baby, that’s what you’ve done to me for the past five years. Always coming over here shaking your shit, jiggling those titties in my face at the bar. Now it’s time you took care of this hard cock.” He grabbed my hand and put it on his cock. The skin was smooth, but hot and throbbing. A bit of precum oozed from the tip.

“You’re a little cumslut, aren’t you? I’ve heard Jackson and your brothers talk about how you suck off the football players. I’ve heard stories about guys coming all over your face. Jackson said you got caught titty-fucking the coach after school.”

My mind reeled. Where the hell did he come up with this nonsense? I’d never done anything of the sort!

“No, Larry, I haven’t. I’ve only been with Luke, my boyfriend. That’s it.”

Larry slapped me hard in the face.

“You lying slut. With a body like that, I know you’ve fucked and sucked your way around town. Well, now it’s my turn. My graduation present for you.”

I felt so sick I wanted to die. His eyes roamed my nude body.

He fell to the floor and buried his face between my legs. I felt his tongue against my clit. I wanted to curl up into a ball and die. His whiskers were rough against my delicate skin. I stared up at the ceiling looking at the dust caked on the ceiling fan. I couldn’t believe this was happening. His large hands roamed to my chest clutching at my breasts. His thumbs rolled across my hardening nipples. The fact that my body responded to his touch made me even sicker. When my pussy became wet from his touch, I felt my body was betraying me.

He looked up at me from between my legs my juices glazed his tanned face.

“So good, baby,” he murmured. He kept staring into my eyes as he slipped his finger deep inside me. I shivered with disgust willing my pussy not to respond.

“Does that feel good? I bet you’ve had plenty of things stuffed up that hot little twat.”

His fingers twisted around and around inside my pussy.

Tears rolled down my cheeks as I wanted to snap my legs closed. The room was stiflingly hot. The mattress reeked with a strange musty smell.

His fingers continued downward until he reached my ass.

“Oh, a virgin asshole? From the way my son talked I figured you’d been fucked in every hole. Get up on your hands and knees I want to see that tight, pink asshole of yours.”

I lay there not moving.

Larry reached up and slapped me hard.

“I said on your knees, slut!”

I knelt on my hands and knees somewhat relieved not to have to look at him anymore and to have my face away from that mattress.

He spread my ass cheeks wide open. Then I heard him spit and the saliva trickled down my ass and dripped off my pussy. I gagged and nearly vomited again.

“Don’t you puke, you fucking slut,” he ordered as he twisted his finger deep inside my ass. He then slipped the two fingers from his other hand deep into my pussy and started fingering both my holes at once. I leaned forward and covered my face with my hands.

“So tight,” he murmured.

He bent his head down and I felt his unshaven face against my ass. He parted my cheeks and slipped his tongue deep into my asshole. He ran his tongue back and forth between my pussy and ass.

“My God, your asshole is sweet. I’d love to shove my fucking cock in there. How’d you like that, slut? Take my hard cock up that virgin asshole?”

“Please, don’t, Larry.” I began to sob.

“God, I love it when you cry, slut. But I’m not gonna do that. I just want to fuck that tight pussy of yours.”

Larry pushed me face down on the bed. He turned me over on the bed. Sitting on top of me, he then pushed his cock forward. I stared up at his muscular frame bent over me.

“Wrap your hands around those jugs. I want to titty-fuck you.”

Crying as hard I could, I shook my head.

“No? Well, then I’ll just fuck your asshole then.”

“No, please, no.” I pushed my tits together. My enormous cleavage immediately swallowed his cock.

“Here, put this oil on those tits first. I want to watch you oil them up.”

He handed me a bottle of baby oil he had in the nightstand drawer. I poured the oil liberally over my breasts.

“Ahhhh, so good.” He moaned as he slid his cock back and forth between my tits.

“I’m gonna come.” He groaned. I braced myself closing my eyes.

“I want to come all over you. Then I want you to lick it up, you filthy slut.”

Larry’s cock pumped hot streams of white all over my breasts. I cringed as I smelled the acrid odor of his come.

“Now run your fingers over your tits and lick it off.”

I did as he requested nearly gagging.

Larry backed off me standing up.

I cringed waiting for the inevitable. I opened my eyes and looked straight at him. I had to think about how to get him to stop before he raped me.

“Larry, do you remember the first day my daddy brought me here? It was the fourth of July. Julie made that delicious Jello salad you love so much. I was only five years old. I was scared of the fireworks and you let me sit on your lap.”

Larry stood there with his cock in his hand come still dripping from it.

“Remember? You were so kind to me. I never forgot that day. You were like my second daddy. I loved coming over here to play.”

His eyes softened a bit. It was working!

“Amber, you were such a pretty little girl,” he murmured.

Slowly, I closed my legs. I prepared myself to bolt as soon as I could.

“Larry, I never told you this, but sometimes I wished you were my daddy. Remember when you fixed my swing set for me? I was only seven when Mick broke it. Daddy couldn’t fix it, so you came over. I was so happy.”

Larry’s eyes misted with tears. He looked down for a moment.

As soon as he did, I kicked him in the balls as hard as I could. I raced from the house and ran down the street nude screaming as loud as I could.

A neighbor heard my screams and let me inside her house. She called the police. Larry was arrested and charged with assault. He claimed he had no memory of the things he’d done to me and that he had been highly intoxicated. He later committed suicide while awaiting trial.

I never spoke to my father or Mark since that day. I gathered my things and left for Northwestern.

And now I was coming back to Chicago.