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 Chapter 5 Why Swimming Suits Have Liners

   One of the main reasons that I wanted a new swimming suit was because my
old one was so small on me.  I was ok with the top because it pulled my
breasts up and in and gave me a lot of cleavage.  Plus when it was wet and
my nipples got hard it was pretty obvious.  That made the boys stare of
course and I really liked that.  The bottoms were another story.  Just like
my old cut-offs they were too small and too tight because of the way that
my hips had filled out that year.  Wet or dry they would manage to find a
way into me and I was constantly having to reach down into the leg holes to
pull the material flat again.

   Getting out of the pool was the worst.  When I would get to the ladder I
would pull them down flat but as soon as I would climb out the back would
droop down from the weight of the water and I would have to pull it up
causing the front to suck up into me again.  I would then have to race to
my towel with all of the boys staring at my slit, loving the attention and
getting creamy from the embarrassment.  Walking was almost as bad.  The
pool was 12 blocks from my house and 7 blocks from Ashley's.  The first day
that summer I walked over to her house in my suit and flip-flops with my
backpack over my shoulder.  I had only walked about a block and half when
some high school boys drove by and one of them leaned out the window and
yelled,

   "Nice camel-toe, slut!"

   When I looked down I was embarrassed but to be honest a little wet too.
After all, they were high school boys.  And they had definitely noticed me.
By that time I had been Mr.  Sanders' slut for a little over a month and I
couldn't help but wonder what those boys would have made me do for them if
they had known.  I should have straightened the bottoms out but I kept
thinking about the back seat of their car and somehow that made me want to
see what else might happen.  Nothing did, at least not until I got to
Ashley's.  As soon as she saw me she squealed,

   "Candy!  Look at your suit!"

   I pretended to be shocked and pulled it down flat.  By that time my labs
were starting to push over both sides of the gusset and I knew that I must
have looked pretty slutty in front of her.  Ashley ran back inside her
house and got one of her cover-ups for me and that's what I wore to the
pool and back for the rest of the summer.  Well, for most of the summer. 
After my 13th birthday everything changed.  A lot.  But to be honest, even
if I had known how much I was in for, I wouldn't have done anything
different.

   Running over to Mr.  Bailey's that day I knew I was in trouble and not
just for being late.  I knew that if just walking over to Ashley's in that
little suit made my labs hang out, running over to Mr.  Bailey's was going
to be worse.  By the time I got across the street and all the way back to
his garage the gusset had disappeared up my slit and the two of them where
smirking.  It wasn't just Mr.  Bailey waiting for me.  He had a friend with
him.

   "Candy, this is my friend Matt Howard.  Matt, this is the little girl
from across the street that I was telling you about.  Candy, what in the
fuck is wrong with your bathing suit?"

   "It's too small for me, sir.  I'm supposed to get a new one this
Saturday."

   "Well, we sure as hell can see that."

   They both laughed at me when he said that.  They were staring at my
crotch with nasty grins on their faces, making me feel totally embarrassed.
I reached down to pull it flat but Mr.  Bailey stopped me.

   "Leave it alone.  I like it that way.  Now why don't you introduce
yourself to my friend?"

   Remember what I said about being clueless?  Even though I was feeling
self-conscious and completely humiliated because of my suit, I did the
polite thing; I put my hand out as if to shake his and said,

   "Hello Mr.  Howard, my name is Candy Krieger and I live across the
street,"

   And then I caught on when Mr.  Bailey said,

   "Jeeezus H.  Christ, Candy, have you forgotten everything we taught you
last night?  Now introduce yourself properly!"

   I remember looking up at him with my mouth open in disbelief as his
words sank in.  I knew what he wanted me to say.  They had made me say
those words enough times that I will never forget them.  Mr.  Bailey
grinned down at me and then kind of nodded his head towards his friend. 
And that's when I knew that he was going to pass me over to Mr.  Howard
just like Mr.  Sanders had passed me over to him and Mr.  Groh.  It wasn't
until I turned, looking at his feet that I realized how wet I was getting.

   "My name is Candy and"

   "What are you doing, slut?  Look Mr.  Howard in the eye and introduce
yourself the way we taught you."

   I remember thinking how mean it was for him to call me a slut in front
of his friend.  Even though I was about to do it myself, somehow coming
from him made me feel even lower.  Humiliated and getting wetter by the
minute I finally did it.  Looking up at his grinning face I said the words
that they wanted to hear.  The same words that I knew I wanted to say,

   "Hello Mr.  Howard.  My name is Candy.  I'm a nasty little 13 year old
slut and I want you to fuck me!"

   Like he was going to refuse,

   "You do huh?  Well then I guess you better get your suit out of your wet
little cunt and bend over the hood of the car."

   My hands were shaking as I began to pull the side bow loose.  After all
of the humiliation I wanted it as bad as I had the night before and I knew
they could tell as I struggled with it.  The bow was easy but the square
knot underneath was tight and it took me a minute to get it loose.  I
almost had it undone when Mr.  Bailey said,

   "What the hell kind of knot is that?"

   "I have to tie them this way.  If I just tie them in a bow the boys try
to pull them off."

   "Then I guess you better be careful around the boys.  From now on you
tie them in a bow.  It will serve you right to have them see your puffy
little slit.  And I want easy access.  Now get your suit off and put your
hands over that hood.  "

   Mr.  Howard was tall and really well built.  Looking back on it now I
would guess that he was probably 6'4" or so.  At the time he seemed a lot
taller than that to me.  As I looked at him over my shoulder I remember
thinking that his cock was going to be huge too.  It wasn't, a little
smaller than Mr.  Sanders I guess.  I don't know, girls always talk about
how big their guys are but in the last 10 years I've only seen 3 really big
ones and maybe the same number of really small ones (like Mr.  Groh).  All
of the rest have pretty much been the same.  What I do know is that every
one of them has made me cum so it doesn't really matter to me.

   Mr.  Howard sure did.  I don't think he was in me for more than a minute
before I started to cream on him.  They both thought that was funny as hell
and then the name calling started which only made it worse.  But in my
defense there were two other factors that were making me so hot.  The first
one was that he didn't even bother to take his jeans off.  The fact that I
was naked and he wasn't told me all I needed to know about what he thought
about me.

   The other thing was that we were in Mr.  Bailey's garage.  Even though
our garages were at the back of our yards I knew that if anybody looked
close enough they would be able to see me.  God, I was so clueless.  It
never occurred to me how much trouble they would have been in if we were
caught.  I was afraid that I would be the one to get in all the trouble
because I was a slut.  Maybe he was thinking the same thing because he
didn't last very long at all.  Either that or it was because I was too
short for him and he had to hold me up with an arm under my belly and fuck
me with my feet dangling off of the floor.

   He made me get down on the floor so he could cum on my face and as
always I had 2 fingers in me cumming like crazy when he did it.  Mr. 
Bailey didn't even fuck me.  He just walked over and did the same thing and
then told me not to move.  With my face covered in cum and Mr.  Howard
laughing at me he walked across his yard and went inside his house.  When
he came back out he had a pair of scissors and a little screw driver in his
hand.  At least I thought it was a screw driver.  Some of their cum had
dripped down into my eyes by then so I couldn't really tell.

   "Does your mom have a sewing machine, Candy?"

   "Yes, Sir"

   "Do you know how to use it?"

   "Yes, Sir.  A little.  We learned how in Home Ec class."

   Then he held up the little screw driver.

   "Do you know what this is?

   "No, Sir."

   "This is a seam ripper and I'm going to teach you how to use it.  It's
really easy."

   I should have known from the leer he gave me that no matter how easy it
was I wasn't going to like it.  He picked up my bikini top and pushed the
cups inside out.  Then he took the seam ripper and pulled out 2 or 3
stitches.  I was in shock.  I only had that one suit and he was ruining it
on purpose.  But when he took the scissors, slipped them under the opening
and started cutting all around the hem of the cup I finally found the
courage to beg him to stop.  But by then it was too late.  With a couple
more snips the liner fell out onto the garage floor.

   I thought he was going to do the other one too but instead he handed me
the top and told me to do it.  I knew better than to argue with him.  It
wouldn't have mattered and just would have earned me a spanking.  So down
there on the garage floor I pulled a couple of stitches out and began
cutting into what I knew was going to be one more humiliation for me.  The
suit was baby blue and while not transparent without the liners it was
going to show a lot more than it would if they were in, especially when it
got wet.

   It was worse than I thought.  When I was through he told me to put it on
and when I looked down I could see my nipples poking right through the thin
material.  I could also see the growing wet spots as the suit absorbed the
cum that was dripping off of my face onto my chest.  They were both
grinning down at me as those little traitors told them all that they needed
to know about how turned on I was.

   "What are you, Candy?"

   I knew what he wanted.  He wanted me to say it again and he knew that I
wanted to say it again.

   "I'm a nasty little 13 year old slut and I want you to fuck me!"

   "I bet you do, Candy.  I bet you would just love to have our cocks in
that slutty little pussy of yours wouldn't you?"

   I was a light breeze away from cumming again.  All I could do was look
up at them, nod and beg,

   "Pleeeeeeeeeeese???"

   They really started to laugh at me then.  I was a mess.  Their cum was
glazing on my face as I kneeled back on my calves on the garage floor with
no bottoms on and I knew they could see my goo dripping out of me.

   "Well, we'll be glad to do that for you, Candy, but you know what?"

   (Yes, I knew what.)

   "You're going to have to earn it first."

   I knew I wasn't going to like it and I didn't.  (No, that's a lie.  What
I really knew was that I shouldn't like it but I did.) Mr.  Bailey turned
around, picked up my bikini bottoms, untied the other knot and handed them
to me.  I came.  I had been so close for so long by then that just the
thought of what I was going to look like with my pussy almost visible in
front of everybody blew me over the edge.  I don't even remember spreading
my knees apart, pushing 3 fingers into me and rocking back and forth on
them.  At least not until I started to calm down and found them there,
coated in my goo.

   I remember Mr.  Bailey turning to his friend and saying,

   "See, I told you that she fucking loves this shit.  You wouldn't believe
some of the stuff that Sanders has made her do.  Right, Candy?  You love it
when we degrade and humiliate you like this.  Don't you?"

   I knew it was true.  I was only 13, barely 13.  I knew it was probably
wrong in so many ways but I couldn't help it.  I didn't want to admit it
but their humiliations made me cum hard every time I was with them.  But
even though I knew it was true I didn't want to say it out loud, especially
in front of a man I had just met.

   "Say it, Candy.  If you want another fucking look up at me and tell me
that you love it when I degrade and humiliate you."

   God, I was so crazy hot by then.  I wanted their cocks in me so bad I
couldn't have stopped myself even if I had wanted to.

   "Yes, sir, I love it when you degrade and humiliate me.  You know that I
do."

   "Yes I do, Candy.  We all do."

   Then he reached down, picked up the seam ripper and handed it to me.  It
wasn't until he did that that I realized my right hand was between my legs
again.  I remember that he made some joke about having to sterilize it
before his wife used it but by then I was into one of my zones.  I barely
remember removing the liner.  The whole time I was doing it I kept thinking
about how slutty I was going to look.  Not just because I was going to have
a camel toe that would be impossible to hide, but because I knew that there
was going to be a wet spot that would just keep growing larger until I took
it off again.

   When I was done he told me to get up, put them on and snug them up tight
when I tied the bows.  As expected they slipped right into me and looking
down I discovered that it was worse than I had thought.  It wasn't just my
slit that was on display but so was the engorged hood of my clit.  Mr. 
Bailey told me to spread my legs and then reached down and started stroking
me.

   "You know what, Candy.  I think this suit fits you a lot better than it
did when you first got here.  You know why?  Because it makes it obvious
what a dirty little tramp you are!"

   When he said the word `tramp' he pinched my clit really hard and then
kept pushing on it with his thumb as I came in front of the two of them,
soaking my suit as I fell back against the car.  He let go of me then,

   "Do you still want us to fuck you, Candy?"

   "Pleeeeese??  You know I do"

   I knew he wasn't going to make it easy.  He didn't.

   "Well here's the thing.  You've gone and pretty much soaked that suit
from the front to the back.  I think that you look just a bit too skanky
for us to fuck right now.  Don't you, Matt?  I think that maybe you should
clean that suit first."

   I wanted it to be bad.  I was getting wetter with every word, hoping
that he was going to make it as nasty as possible.  I got my wish, and then
some.

   "So here's what I want you to do.  Crawl over to the house and get the
garden hose and turn it on.  Then crawl back into the middle of the yard,
stand up and face us.  Stick the nozzle down the front of your bottoms and
hose them out really good.  Then turn around and do the back.  When you are
done with that face us again and wash those cum stains off of your top. 
Can you remember all of that?"

   Clueless me, I thought that he was done.  As if crawling around his back
yard humiliating myself for him and his friend wasn't enough.  I was
already on my hands and knees on the garage floor when I looked up and told
him yes.

   "I know you want us to fuck you, Candy.  I promised you that we would
and I never break my promises.  So after you have that suit good and clean
crawl behind the garage and don't stop until you are all the way up to the
garbage cans next to the alley opening.  I know how much you like getting
fucked next to garbage cans.  Jim told me all about it.  That's where you
lost your cherry isn't it?  When you get there spread your knees apart as
far as you can and drop down onto your forearms with your cheek against the
grass.  When you are ready for us to fuck you just say `Woof Woof" loud
enough for us to hear you and we will come around and take care of you like
the little bitch you are."

   Then he reached down and kept spanking me all the way out of the garage
until I reached the grass.  Crawling through his yard as fast as I could I
remember thinking how much it felt like the night before when I was
crawling across Mr.  Sanders' carpet.  I was dipping wet and totally
embarrassed by having to do it in front of Mr.  Howard.  When I got over to
the house I grabbed the nozzle, crawled back to the middle of the yard
pulling the hose behind me, stood up and pushed it down inside my bikini
bottoms.  But when I squeezed the handle nothing came out.  I knew why, but
Mr.  Bailey let me know anyway,

   "You have to turn the spigot on first you stupid slut!"

   I knew better than to walk.  But crawling back was even worse.  My
bottoms weren't just soaked, by then the gusset was all of the way up in me
again and I knew that they could see my lips hanging over the sides of it.
I may as well have been as naked as I had been the night before.  I turned
the spigot on and squealed when I got sprayed right in my face because the
hose didn't fit tight.  They thought that was hilarious and were still
laughing at me when I got back to the nozzle.

   I thought the water was going to be really cold because it sure was when
it sprayed out of the spigot.  But the hose had been lying in the sun all
day so the water was warm and felt really nice.  Even though it was
embarrassing to see them grinning at me as the water poured out of the
bottom of my suit I did exactly as he had ordered and then dropped the
nozzle, got back down on my hands and knees and started crawling towards
the back of the garage.  Mr.  Bailey stopped me of course.

   "Jeezus, Candy, I swear you are dumber than a box of rocks.  Get your
slutty ass back there and turn the spigot off first."

   I know it was because he didn't want to waste water but laughing at me
as I got another face full was probably part of it too.  But even I wasn't
dumb enough to let it happen twice.  I turned sideways but even so the
spray came at me a lot faster than it had when I first turned it on.  By
the time I had turned it off my hair was wet in front as well as the side.
I had lost the hair tie to my pony tail when Mr.  Howard was fucking me
because he had been pulling on it when he held me up.  So my hair was
hanging down the sides of my face as I crawled past them and just like the
night before I was afraid that they wouldn't want to fuck me because my
hair wasn't pretty anymore.  The fact that not a little of their cum had
landed in it too never crossed my mind.

   They helped me of course, if you can call it that.  Laughing at me and
calling me every nasty name they could think of as I crawled by them
towards the back of the garage.  They kept telling me to hurry up or I
wouldn't get what I wanted.  I crawled as fast I could until I got behind
the garage.  But there wasn't any grass back there, just dirt and twigs
that had fallen off of the bushes that bordered the alley.  The two garbage
cans were on either side of the opening to the alley and there was a gap
between them that I could easily have crawled through.  I knew that anyone
driving down the alley would be able to see me back there.

   On my hands and knees, behind the garbage cans I did what Mr.  Bailey
had told me to do.  I spread my legs, got down on my forearms, put my face
in the dirt and said,

   "Woof, Woof"

   Just saying it had me creaming into my wet suit and I couldn't wait for
them to come around the garage and use me.  But Mr.  Bailey had no
intention of letting me off that easy.

   "Did you hear something, Matt?"

   "I don't know, Rich.  It kind of sounded like a little bird or
something."

   I know I am not very smart.  High School showed me that if nothing else
did.  But even I could figure out that they were playing with me,
humiliating me just a little bit more by making me bark louder for them.

   "Woof, Woof."

   "There it is again.  What the hell is that?"

   "It kind of sounds like a dog.  It's probably just the Hanacek's mutt
from across the street."

   God, I was such a mess.  My bottoms were soaked and buried in me from
crawling all the way there and I could feel my goo dripping over the
gusset. I was scared to death that if I barked any louder someone was sure
to hear and would come to investigate.  I knew that that was exactly what
Mr.  Bailey wanted.  He knew how much more humiliated I would feel and I
knew it too.  While not as good a them fucking me I knew that it would make
me cum like crazy if someone found me like that.  So as loud as I could I
did what they wanted and shouted,

   "Woof, Woof!!"

   "You know what, Rich I think it's coming from behind your garage."

   But they still weren't finished playing with me, at least Mr.  Bailey
wasn't.  When they got back there he grabbed one of the cans and pulled it
over next to the garage.  I knew that anyone driving down the alley was
sure to see me after he did that.  I had 2 fingers in me again and actually
moaned I was creaming so hard.

   "Well, look what we have here, Matt.  It's a little bitch dog and she's
in heat.  Do you think we should go over to the Hanacek's and ask if we can
borrow their Lab?"

   Then he reached down and patted me on the top of my head.

   "Is that what you want little bitch.  Do you want a nice big doggie to
fuck you?"

   God, I was so bad.  Even though I said no to him I was thinking about
it. I was thinking that if the only way I could get him and Mr.  Howard to
fuck me was to let a dog fuck me first that I would do it.  And then I
started thinking that I would still do it even if they wouldn't fuck me. 
Knowing how much more degraded I would feel to have them laughing at me, as
that big dog humped me in front of them and in view of anyone driving down
the alley, I came in front of them.

   "Holy shit, look at that, Matt.  I think she wants to get dog fucked. 
Is that what you want, Candy?  Do you want to get fucked by the Hanacek's
big black Lab?"

   "Noooo, pleeeeeeese, I want you guys to fuck me."

   "Then say it right, slut!"

   God, how many times over the next 5 years did he make me say it?  Just
like Mr.  Sanders spankings every year the only thing that changed was my
age.

   "My name is, Candy.  I am a nasty little 13 year old slut and I want you
to fuck me!"

   They both laughed when I said it which only made me feel trashier.  Mr.
Bailey got down behind me, pulled on the bows to my suit, yanked it off of
me and threw it behind him.  Then he said something about how much he loved
`easy access' and pushed into me all the way up to my cervix as hard as he
could making me squeal so loud I was sure the neighbors would hear me and
making my head shoot up in the process.  And that's when I saw how
completely exposed I was to the alley.

   "Mr.  Bailey, pleeeese.  Can you move the garbage can back where it was?

   He must have realized how visible we were too so he had Mr.  Howard move
it back closer to the other one.  But just to tease me a little bit more he
forced me to crawl forward and push my head through the gap until my
shoulders were up against the plastic sides.  Somehow that seemed almost
worse.  I kept thinking about people walking by and leering at my cum
stained face and wet straggly hair, knowing what was happening behind me
and laughing at me because I couldn't get loose.  I came really hard all
over him.  My whole body was shaking as I tried desperately not make a
sound that would lead to my discovery.

   He thought it was funny that I was coming on him like that and if
anything, fucked me even harder, making my orgasm last longer.  When I
started to calm down a little he did the same thing he did the night before
and made me do the `work'.  And it had the same effect, pushing me back up
towards the next one.  I was starting to get tired when he reached up,
untied my top and threw it over his back with my bottoms.  He must have
been pretty worked up by then because it wasn't too long after he leaned
forward and started pulling on my nipples that he yelled at me to turn
around.

   With his cum all over my face and hair and feeling like the nastiest
little girl that ever lived I crawled back to the garbage cans, stuck my
head between the gap and got down on my forearms for Mr.  Howard.  Somehow
I felt even more exposed with all of that goo dripping off of me but Mr. 
Howard didn't give me much time to dwell on it.  He had the same problem of
course.  I was just too short for him so he made me get up off of my knees
and kind of half squat for him.

   Even though he had cum before too he didn't last nearly as long as Mr.
Bailey, but he did last longer than the first time.  He had a hold off my
hips with both hands and every once in a while he would let go with one and
spank me really hard.  Each time he did, it was all I could do to keep
quiet as I looked out at the alley.  He kept saying something about how
little sluts need to be spanked and how he was looking forward to doing it
as often as he could.  At the time I just thought he meant when he was over
at Mr.  Bailey's.

   I could tell when he was getting ready to cum.  His head swelled up
inside me, spreading my walls even wider and feeling so good.  He asked me
if I was on the pill and when I told him yes he was disappointed.  He told
me that nothing would make me look sluttier than to be walking through the
halls of my middle school with a baby in my belly.  We both came at the
same time when he said that.  I know he was as hot as I was because it felt
like he shot more cum into me than he had onto me in the garage.  When he
was through he just pulled out and dropped me, giving me one last really
hard spank.

   Even though I could hear them pushing the garbage cans back out of the
way I just couldn't stop myself from reaching back and rubbing his leaking
cum all over my clit.  I knew I was in full view of the alley again but I
didn't care.  All I wanted was to prolong my orgasm for as long as I could.
If anything, knowing that I could be seen (and wanting to be seen) with
their cum dripping off of my face and out of my cooter didn't just prolong
it but made it more intense.  It was just like that time at the bottom of
Mr.  Sanders' stairwell when the Hanacek's dog caught me.  I didn't want it
to end until I did get caught.  It was Mr.  Bailey who brought me out of
it.

   "You better get home little slut before your mommy catches you."

   I knew that it couldn't possibly be close to 6 yet.  It was just his way
of reminding me how young I was, that I still had a `mommy' to report to.
And it was also his way of letting me know that I would never be anything
but the neighborhood slut to him, someone for him to fuck when he felt like
it and then kick out of his yard.  Feeling more degraded than I had all day
all I wanted to do was keep masturbating in front of him but he walked back
into his garage.

   I knew I had to get up.  But when I turned around to pick up my suit it
wasn't there.  I remembered Mr.  Bailey throwing it behind him but it
wasn't until I looked up that I saw where it was.  He had purposely tossed
both pieces up into the bushes bordering the alley and the bottoms were on
the top on the alley side.  I'm 5'2"now but I was barely 5' then, if that
much.  I was able to jump high enough get my top but there was no way I
could reach my bottoms, and no matter what I was going to have to go out
into the alley to get at them.

   I looked around for a branch or something but there were only the twigs
that I had crawled over before.  I knew I didn't have a choice.  I put my
top on, trying to regain a little dignity, but with Mr.  Howards cum
dripping out of my snatch and Mr.  Baileys dripping off of my face I was
only fooling myself.  I walked around to the side door of the garage to
find them standing there, each with a beer in his hand.  Mr.  Bailey held
his up at me, reminding me of the night before, and then he stopped
smiling,

   "What the hell are you doing, slut?  Get that top off.  When you are
over here I want to see you naked and on your hands and knees.  Now what
the fuck do you want?"

   Getting wet all over again I took off my top, got down on my hands and
knees and looked up at him with my best puppy dog face.

   "My bottoms are stuck at the top of the bushes and I can't reach them.
Could you please get them down for me?"

   He was laughing at me again,

   "I could, but I won't.  They aren't mine.

   He went back into his garage and at first I thought he was going to
leave me like that.  He came out with a broom and threw it down next to me.

   "And don't put them on until you bring it back.  In fact all I want to
see is the strings hanging out of your slutty cunt.  The rest of it better
be inside you.  And I suggest you hurry up.  Mommy is going to be home
soon."

   With that he picked up my top and the two of them went back inside his
garage, leaving me creaming at the thought of what I was going to look like
with my bottoms stuffed inside of me.  I grabbed the broom handle and
crawled back to the opening between the garbage cans.  When I got to the
other side I was shaking I was so hot.  It was the same feeling I would get
when Mr.  Sanders would make me meet him at the baseball field in just my
Skechers.  I was scared to death that someone would drive down the alley
and see me and secretly hoping that they would at the same time.

   Even standing right next to the brushes I still had to jump a couple of
times to get it down.  I knew better than to wait until I was back in the
yard to do what he wanted.  Scared and creaming all of over my thighs I
spread my legs and started to push it into me.  The back was wider than the
front so I pushed that in first until I got down to the gusset.  I felt so
full and nasty that I thought I was going to cum right there.

   I kept trying to use my fingers to push the part that was in me deeper
so I could get the rest in but it was too hard to do it standing up like
that.  The only way to do it was to get back down on my hands and knees. 
It worked, but it took a while.  The whole time I was creaming inside just
from thinking what I would look like to someone if they drove up in back of
me.  Nobody did, but just like always I had been hoping that they would.

   When I got back to the side door they weren't there.  They were inside
by the little refrigerator so I knew I had to crawl in with the strings to
my suit dangling between my thighs.  I had expected that.  What I hadn't
expected was to find Mr.  Bailey holding up one of my flip-flops.

   "I've looked all over, Candy but I can't find the other one.  Do you
think it might have been kicked under the car by accident?"

   Right, by accident.  All 3 of us knew who had kicked it under the car
`by accident'.  It was just one more little humiliation he was throwing at
me.  He was going to make me get down on my belly and crawl under his car
with my bikini bottoms sticking out of me in front of them.  I knew there
was no use in defying him, although I did consider using the broom handle
to fish it out.  But as degraded as I felt at that point I knew I would do
it and cum right in front of them at the same time.

   They were laughing of course as I got down and started to crawl under
there.  I know I must have looked silly with those strings hanging out of
me.  But when I finally reached it and started to crawl out he told me to
stop and then spanked me as hard as could with the one in his hand.

   "You've been a very naughty little slut today, Candy.  Haven't you?"

   I remember thinking to myself `who did he think made me that way?' But I
knew what he wanted to hear.

   "Yes, Sir."

   "And what happens to naughty little sluts, Candy?"

   "They get spanked, Sir."

   "That's right they get spanked.  Now get out from under there and get in
position with your hands on the bumper."

   I did it of course.  I knew I deserved it and by that time I wanted it.
I wanted the humiliation of getting spanked in front of Mr.  Howard.  I
knew that the heat would go straight to my pussy and make me cum in front
of him and I knew he would laugh at me when I did.  What I didn't expect
but should have seen coming was what Mr.  Bailey said next,

   "Give your sandal to, Mr.  Howard, Candy."

   Somehow that was worse.  Even though I still had his cum inside of me I
was embarrassed that this man I had just met was going to spank me too. 
And it was worse.  With my head down I walked around to the front of the
car, put my hands on the bumper, spread my legs apart and turned my toes
in. But instead of one at a time they got on either side of me and let me
have it on each cheek at the same time.  They made me count them just like
Mr.  Sanders always did.  By the time we got down to 3 they had to stop
because I was on the garage floor with my right hand between my legs
cumming in front of them.  I think they made the last 6 (3 from each of
them) even harder because I had.

   When they were through Mr.  Bailey told me not to move, took my
flip-flops and put them on the floor next to the back door of the car.  My
knees literally started to shake as I realized what he was going to make me
do.  They weren't 5 feet from the entrance to his garage and I knew that he
was going to make me get dressed right there.  He was grinning at me when
he told me to come over and put them on.  I was trembling and they thought
that was hilarious.  I knew better than to try and cover up with my hands
but it took all of my will power not to.  Just putting them on was hard
because I couldn't keep my feet steady and kept watching the street.  If
anybody had come by I didn't care how hard they would spank me, I was ready
to run.  The thought of just where I was going to run to with my bikini
bottoms stuffed into me didn't really occur to me.  I finally managed to
get the second one on and Mr.  Bailey handed me my top.  Mr.  Howard
started laughing,

   "I bet you are never going to look at those flip-flops the same way
again are you, Candy?  Every time you put them on from now on you are going
to remember how we spanked you with them and why."

   I knew he was right.  Just looking down at them as I struggled with my
top it was all I could do not to put my hand between my legs again.  It
wasn't just the flip-flops.  I was filthy.  My legs had been wet from the
garden hose so my calves and knees were muddy from crawling through the
dirt behind the garage.  But crawling under the car had been even worse. 
My chest and tummy were covered in dirt, grease and motor oil.  With their
cum on my face and hair I knew I had to look like the poster girl for
trailer trash slut of the month.

   As soon as I got my top tied and started to reach for the strings Mr. 
Bailey told me to stop and ran into his house.  Even though he had only
been standing next to me somehow I felt even more exposed with him gone. 
He wasn't gone long.  When he came out he was carrying his camera. 
Grinning at Mr.  Howard he said,

   "Dammit!  I wish I had thought of this sooner.  You can put these up on
your board at work when I get them developed."

   They both started laughing when he said that but I didn't find out why
until later.  He made me pull it out slowly and smile up at him as I did
it. And as always the click of the camera was driving me crazy.  They were
soaking wet but not like they were from the garden hose.  They were slimy
and sticky wet from Mr.  Howards cum and just pulling them on made me feel
even dirtier if that was possible.  Plus knowing that they were almost
transparent didn't help.  He made me snug them up and tie them as tight as
I could so he could take a picture of my wet camel-toe and then he came up
to me and kissed me on my cheek.  I didn't know what to think.  Not even
Mr. Sanders had ever done that.  But he didn't let the moment last very
long.

   "Now what I want you to do is reach inside there and push 2 of your
dirty fingers up into you're your dirty cunt.  And I want you to leave them
there until you get home.  Now get the fuck out of my yard you little
slut!"

   He spanked me so hard when he said `slut' that he almost knocked me
over. It hurt.  I started running down his drive way but he yelled at me
and told me to walk.  He told me that he didn't want me to lose my
flip-flops again.  I could still hear them laughing at me when I got to our
back door.  I really couldn't help it.  As soon as I saw myself in my
bedroom mirror I couldn't get to my dildo fast enough.  Because it wasn't
until then that I discovered just how transparent my little blue suit was
when it was wet and how absolutely filthy I was.  Mr.  Bailey was right
about one thing.  Tying my bows like that did make for easier access.

   Mr.  Howard fucked me a few more times that year.  I think he came to 4
or 5 of Mr.  Sanders' monthly `poke-her' parties.  Each time they kept
making all these sly jokes about his `work' that didn't make any sense to
me.  But the following year when I walked into my Freshman English class on
the first day of school they did.  That's when I found out that he was the
J.V.  Boys' Basketball coach too.  It would be his team that I would be
cheering for the next two years.