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 Chapter 7 One Full Of Honey, Two At The Show, Three Over The Bumper, Four
Made Me Their Ho

   At first I kind of felt abandoned.  I didn't know anybody but the creepy
guy next door and now that Mr.  Sanders was gone I was afraid that he would
come over and bug me.  Thankfully, he never did.  Even so, I was a little
on edge at first.  I threw the envelope with the flyers onto the passenger
seat and sat down behind the wheel.  Mr.  Sanders had taken the keys so I
couldn't even turn on the radio.  He hadn't been gone 5 minutes and I was
already bored.  I straightened out my suit and walked around to lean
against the open trunk looking up at the Bitterroots.  Except for a little
on Saint Mary's Peak, all of the snow was gone by then.

   Crazy thoughts hit me again.  The mountains were bare.  Naked.  Mr. 
Sanders had said that I was an exhibitionist and that he was going to see
what he could do to `help me with that'.  What did he mean?  Was he going
to strip me naked in front of his friends?  Make me meet him like that at
the baseball field in the middle of the day?  Maybe I should see what I
could do to `help me with that' on my own?  What would happen if I
`accidently' spilled the water bottle all over my top and bottoms?  I knew
what would happen.  My suit would turn transparent and I would probably cum
the instant somebody looked at me.  I remember mentally shaking my head to
stop thinking about it.  If I didn't I was going to have a wet suit and it
wasn't going to get that way from a bottle of a water.

   As it was I almost peed in it when he walked around the back of the car.
He was older than Mr.  Sanders, at least he looked older.  His was kind of
skinny with leathered skin, like he had been a ranch hand all of his life.
He saw how startled I was and apologized.

   `This is a '70 Mach I isn't it?"

   "I'm sorry I don't really know.  It's my Uncle's car.  But I have a
flyer on it if you would like."

   I don't know what made me do it.  All those crazy thoughts came back I
guess and I just had to see how far I could go.  Instead of going around to
the passenger side I spread my legs a little and leaned across the driver's
seat and over the console to get the envelope.  And instead of just
grabbing the envelope I stayed like that with my legs spread until I fished
one of the flyers out of it.  When I turned around to hand it to him he had
this look on his face like he wasn't sure if I had done it on purpose or
was just clueless.  I played clueless and told him that if he had questions
about the car my Uncle would be back in a couple of hours because he was
one of the Judges.

   And that's when I decided how I was going to keep from getting bored. 
Whenever a couple or one of the Judges, or families with small kids or kids
my age would come by I would straighten my suit and get the envelope from
the passenger side.  Whenever a single man, or men, or high school guys
came by I played my clueless game and bent over the console with my legs
spread.  The only problem is that there were a lot more of the second group
and the more I did it the wetter I got.  As the day went on I could feel it
start to leak out of me and began to get a little nervous.  As soon as this
one really hot looking guy left I figured that I had better check.  I could
see two other men coming up the row but they were about 5 cars down so I
knew I had time.

   When I got back to the trunk I pulled the waist band of my suit out and
looked down.  It was worse than I had thought.  The gusset was noticeably
wet.  It wasn't too obvious from the front but I realized that it had to
have been very obvious when I bent over to get the flyers with my legs
spread.  I knew that I had to stop, but knowing how wet I was only made me
crazier.  I was heading toward one of my brain/pussy feedback loops again
and I knew it.  I promised myself that those next two guys would be the
last and then I would calm down and be a good girl until Mr.  Sanders got
back.  That was the brain side talking.  My pussy side decided that since
they were going to be the last I may as well make it worth my while.  As
always my pussy won.  I snugged my bottoms up as tight as I could, retied
the bows and then did a couple of squats.  God, I felt like such a slut at
that moment.  My suit was buried into my slit almost as deeply as it had
been when I ran into Mr.  Bailey's garage and I could feel it getting
wetter by the second.

   For the second time that day I was startled.  As I walked back around
the car I almost walked right into them.  They had skipped all of the cars
down the row and came straight to Mr.  Sander`s.  They were both good
looking.  They were a lot younger than Mr.  Sanders and Mr.  Bailey.  (I
found out later that they were both 28.) Like Mr.  Sanders they had beards
and looked strong.  Not bodybuilder strong but the kind that guys get from
hard work.  The one I bumped into put his hands on my shoulders,

   "Hey there sweet thing, you should watch where you're going.  I almost
banged right into you."

   For some reason his partner found that funny, grinned down at me and
said,

   "So what's your name, cutie?  Mine's Jeff, and this big lug is Kyle."

   They were both staring at my camel-toe and I almost wished that I hadn't
made it so obvious.  There was something about them that made me feel
sluttier than I had felt since those guys came up to the truck at Southgate
Mall.  And since they were my last two I just had to give them a good
`clueless' show.  They stopped looking at my slit and looked at me when I
told them,

   "Candice, but everyone always calls me Candy.  I have some flyers about
my uncle's car if you guys would like one."

   Jeff kind of choked when I said that and turned away but Kyle said they
would love to see one.  I felt that there was something odd about them.  At
the time I thought it was because the wet spot had climbed higher and was
making my suit transparent.  But I was locked into the `clueless' game by
then and went through my whole routine.  Even if my wet spot hadn't climbed
any higher in front I knew that they could see it from behind.  I know I
deliberately spread my legs a little wider for them just to be sure.  I
couldn't help it really.  I was getting hornier by the second and if they
were going to be the last two I wanted to get the most I could get out of
it.  When I turned around to hand them their flyers the stunned looks on
their faces made me cream.  They recovered quickly, thanked me and started
walking around the car.  When they got around to the trunk Kyle called to
me,

   "Hey, Candy?  Do you know anything about these pictures?"

   "No, those are pictures my Uncle took when he was restoring the car."

   "Are you sure?  Because you are in some of them."

   I remember thinking to myself that these guys must have liked what they
had seen and were using this as an excuse to get me to bend over the trunk
for them.  They did, just not in the way that I expected.  When I got back
there they were standing to the side a little.  Jeff pointed at Mr. 
Sanders' picture frame and said,

   "Isn't that you?"

   "Where?"

   "No, not there.  On the floor of the trunk.  Right there."

   I walked up and looked.  My knees started to buckle and Kyle caught me.
There were four pictures of me and they were all in bright glossy living
color.  Me on the floor of Mr.  Sanders' basement with 3 fingers in my hole
and his cum all over my face.  Me with my nose pressed against Mr. 
Bailey's pubic hair, his cock pushed all the way down my throat and
somebody else's cum all over my face.  Me getting fucked from behind by Mr.
Sanders over the arm of his chair with a LOT of cum on my face (along with
a look of pure bliss).  And me from behind, my paddle pushed into my cookie
by the handle and my cheeks glowing red.

   I turned around to face them but I couldn't look into their faces,

   "Where?  Where did you get those?"

   I didn't need to ask.  I already knew the answer.  Kyle reached over and
pulled up my chin to look at him,

   "From your `Uncle'."

   They both smirked when he said that.

   "We work with him out at the Stone Container plant.  We have lots more
just like those over in my van.  Why don't you come over there with us and
we'll show them to you.  Maybe we'll find that you might want to take some
more just like them.  Jim says that you always get wet when he takes
pictures of you.  Are you wet right now, Candy?"

   Mr.  Sanders had always told me that he was taking pictures of me to
show to his friends and it made gush when he said it.  But I never imagined
that he would give them away or that I would ever meet any of the guys that
had seen them, especially this way.  While Jeff played lookout Kyle backed
me up against the trunk and pushed his hand down the front of my bikini
bottoms.  I had managed to keep my suit from getting too wet (at least for
me) even though I had been teasing guys for a couple of hours.  I guess
because there was always time in between to dry off a little bit.  But I
was pretty worked up mentally from doing it, and as soon I felt one of his
big fingers work its way into me I juiced all over it.  I don't think it
took him more than a minute to make me cum.  When he pulled his finger out
of me the gusset of my suit was soaked and I could feel the wet spot
creeping up in front as well as in back.

   "So what do you think, Candy?  Why don't you come over to the van with
us and we'll fuck the shit out of that slutty little cunt of yours."

   Sometimes I think that I must have an invisible sign on my forehead that
only becomes visible when hot guys are around.  In big red letters it must
say `talk to me as nasty as you can because it makes me cream.' I wanted to
go with them so bad.  I wanted them to `fuck the shit out of my slutty
little cunt' as much as I had wanted Mr.  Sanders to all summer long. 
Looking down I could see that my suit was transparent and that my swollen
clit hood as well as my slit were on display.  I felt another big gush ooze
into my suit just from looking at it.  When I started thinking about having
to hand out flyers like that it only made it worse.

   "I want to but I can't.  Mr.  Sanders told me not to leave his car."

   Kyle laughed, backed me up against the little round gas cap, and stuck
his hand down my bottoms again.  He pushed his finger into me, stroking
gently,

   "Oh, so it's Mr.  Sanders now.  I thought this was your `Uncle's' car.
Well, it's ok, Candy.  He told us to tell you that it was all right to
leave it for a little bit."

   He started fucking me faster and faster with it and then pushed down on
my clit with his thumb just like Mr.  Bailey had.  For the second time in
as many minutes I went over the top and creamed all over his hand.  He was
grinning at me.  I was hunched over with my hands pressed against my crotch
desperately trying to control the trembling.  Somehow I managed to look up
at him and beg,

   "Pleeeese, I promised him I wouldn't leave it!"

   "Wow!"

   It was Jeff.  He was looking down at me from the side of the trunk.

   "Wow?"

   "Yeah, wow!  We were wondering if we could seduce that slutty little
pussy of yours into Kyle's van.  I mean, look at those pictures.  It's
pretty obvious that you love the cock."

   It doesn't happen very often but I kind of got mad.  Looking down at my
suit I could see that it was soaked half-way up to the waist band and I was
sure that the back was the same.  If I had gone swimming I couldn't have
been any wetter.  I had no idea how I was going to talk to people or even
hand out flyers looking like that.  I'm sure that I looked cute as hell
when I pushed myself off of the trunk with my hands on my hips, because
they both grinned at me when I said,

   "You mean this was all some kind of test?  Look at my suit!"

   Which was kind of a dumb thing to say because both pairs of eyes were
raping my slit at that point.  Then I noticed Jeff's eyes looking behind me
as a hand smacked into my right cheek.  I spun around to see Mr.  Sanders
face grinning down on me.

   "Yes, I guess it was, Candy.  But not on my part.  I just told these
horn dogs to introduce themselves and keep you company until I could get
back.  And by the looks of your suit it seems like they've been doing a lot
more than just keeping you company."

   They all laughed and I turned red.

   "Candy, have you introduced yourself properly yet?"

   I looked up at him and I know that he could see the want in my eyes. 
Grinning he turned me around to face them and then moved back from me a
couple of steps.  I know now that he did that for a reason.  He wanted me
to know that whatever I said or did from that point on was because I wanted
to, not because he was making me.

   "Candy, these are two of my best friends, Jeff Nivison and Kyle Eggert."

   I didn't have to be told to look up at them, I wanted to.  And when I
did I knew that they could read me just like Mr.  Sanders.

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

   They were grinning at me and at Mr.  Sanders behind me.  Then Jeff said
something that I will never forget,

   "You know that you are going to be a little fuck-puppet for every man
you meet don't you, Candy?"

   I remember I felt a big glob leak into my suit when I told him yes. 
They laughed when they saw me tremble and probably guessed what had just
happened between my legs.  Even back then I knew he was right, at least
when it comes to men he was.  Guys my own age always seemed 5 or 6 years
younger to me.  But guys 5 to 40 years older?  They can read me like a book
and start pulling my strings in no time at all.  Sometimes I feel I am more
like a comic book.  They read me so fast that before I even know what has
happened I am already bent over something with my legs spread and a big
super hero stuffed inside of me.

   Mr.  Sanders decided that people would probably notice if we all walked
over to the van together and since it was Kyle's van he went first. 
Whenever somebody came by to look at the car Mr.  Nivison would stand in
front of me so no one would see my slit through my wet suit.  After the
second visitor left Mr.  Sanders told me to go but to walk slowly so no one
would pay attention.  When I got around to the far side Mr.  Eggert was
waiting for me with the door open.  He got out to let me in and as I
crawled up he pulled both bows on my suit and let it drop into the grass.
Inside it was plush.  It was one of those really old vans from like the
70's.  It didn't have any windows and the sides were covered with
tapestries.  On the floor was a mattress with another tapestry tucked in
all around it.  I remember thinking how soft it felt on my hands and knees
as I waited for him.  I heard him slide the door shut but instead of moving
up behind me he rolled me over onto my back and pushed my legs apart.

   When he saw the look on my face he grinned,

   "Are you telling me that nobody has eaten this sweet little snatch of
yours yet?"

   I shook my head no.  I wasn't sure what he meant and when he put his
head down there I was afraid that he was going to bite it.  It felt so
good, way better than my fingers ever had.  He kept licking and licking
until I was just ready to cum.  As soon as he would see that he would suck
and lick as hard as could right on my clit making me explode.  The second
time he did it he had to reach up and put his hand over my mouth.  I was
still shaking from that one when he pushed my top up grabbed my nipples and
squeezed them until I coated his face the third time.  I was still
trembling when he pulled off his jeans crawled up between my legs and
pushed himself inside of me.

   It was the first time that I had been fucked in the `missionary'
position.  It didn't feel as good as from behind but it still felt
wonderful.  He was so much bigger than me that he had to push up on his
hands to keep from crushing me and couldn't get as deep.  At least not
until I figured out how to pull myself up on it by wrapping my legs around
his waist.  He was still fucking me like that when I heard the van door
slide open.  I heard the door close but I wasn't really paying attention
because I was coming on Mr.  Eggert's cock so hard.  It wasn't just how
good he felt inside of me, it was knowing that the door was open and that
people could see me getting used by him that really blew me over the edge.
I was still going when Mr.  Nivison crawled around us, kind of did a
push-up over my head and then did a push-down right into my mouth.  If
anyone ever felt like a `fuck-puppet' I sure did at that point.  I couldn't
help it.  Every time a guy puts his cock in my mouth I always think about
those first 2 times on our garage floor and start to cream.  That drove Mr.
Eggert over the top.  He fucked me harder for about 30 seconds and exploded
inside of me.

   I thought Mr.  Nivison was going to blow too but he didn't.  He made me
turn around on my hands and knees for him and then spanked me 10 times. 
When I had told him that I was a slut for the 10th time he grabbed my hips
and slammed into me.  If he hadn't been holding onto me I know I would
fallen flat on my belly.  Instead he banged right into my cervix and I
yelled loud enough that Mr.  Eggert had to put his hand over my mouth
again. He eased up after that and started fucking me with long slow strokes
that had me creaming again in no time.  He lasted a lot longer than Mr. 
Eggert had but I was on my `plateau' and didn't want him to ever stop.  I
guess watching us had made Mr.  Eggert hard again.  I was down on my
forearms with my face pressed against the mattress when he pulled up on my
pigtails and pushed his cock against my lips.  I opened up and swallowed
him just like Mr.  Sanders taught me and that set them both off.  I would
have cum anyway just from feeling Mr.  Nivison squirt inside of me but Mr.
Eggert made sure of it when he pulled out and hosed me.  I can't be sure
but it felt like he came twice as much on my face as he had inside of me. I
came hard.  I don't even remember Mr.  Nivison pulling out of me or how I
ended up on my back with my fingers inside of me.

   I heard them getting dressed and then the van door opening.  They both
got out and I heard Mr.  Eggert say,

   "Come on `fuck-puppet'.  Get dressed.  Jim's probably wondering if you
are still here or out fucking one of the dogs in the barn over there."

   I pulled my top down but couldn't find my bottoms anywhere.  Then I
remembered that Mr.  Eggert had pulled them off of me when I was climbing
into the van.

   "You guys, are my bottoms out there?"

   "Yes, but you left them here so you come out and get them."

   I knew it was useless to argue and the way I was starting to twitch
inside again I knew that I wanted to do it.  As humiliating as it would be
if someone saw me getting dressed out there I knew that I would probably
cum from it.  But when I got out of the van and looked on the ground where
I thought Mr.  Eggert had dropped them they weren't there.  I looked at
them and they were grinning at me again.  Mr.  Nivison nodded towards the
front of the van.  He had tied them around the antenna with one string and
then laid them out flat so the wet spot was visible.  I thought I was going
to cream again.  Anyone walking by had seen them there and knew that
whoever owned them was inside getting fucked.  Even though they couldn't
know for sure that it was me, I had given out enough flyers during the day
that at least some of them would remember what I had been wearing.

   He had tied the knot really tight on purpose and the fact that I was
trembling because their cum was starting to run down my legs didn't make it
any easier to get it off.  I was sure that someone was going to walk by and
see it.  It wasn't until I was tying the second bow and some of it dripped
off of my chin onto my top that I remembered how much more of it was
visible on my face.  They told me to wait until they got back to the car so
no one would know who had done it to me and somehow that made it worse.  I
watched them walk away from me and I remember how unbelievably slutty I
felt at that moment.  I knew that I was going to have to walk back to Mr.
Sander's car with their cum dripping off of my face onto my chest and
rolling down my legs as it leaked out of the gusset of my bottoms.  And I
also knew that they would all be watching and laughing at me with every
step I took.

   It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, it was worse.  I had gone
about 10 steps before I felt brave enough to look up and when I did it was
to see 4 men waiting for me, not 3.  At first I thought that it was another
of Mr.  Sander's friends that he was going to pass me over to.  But as I
got closer I realized that he already had.  It was Mr.  Bailey and he had
his camera pointed right at me.

   "Hi, Candy.  It looks you've been a naughty little slut again.  Is that
cum on your face?"

   He knew that it was.  We all knew that it was.  He just wanted to
humiliate me by making say it.

   "Yes."

   "Yes what, Candy."

   God, he was always such a master at making me feel low.

   "Yes sir, I have cum on my face and I've been a naughty little slut
again."

   "And what happens to naughty little sluts?"

   "They get spanked, sir."

   "Yes they do, Candy.  Yes they do."

   He looked like he wanted to spank me over the trunk in front of them and
Jeff and Kyle looked like they couldn't wait to watch.  But Mr.  Sanders
saved me and told them that he would take care of it later.  I always had
the impression that Mr.  Sanders knew how to take care of himself and that
the others knew it.  They certainly never questioned or crossed him that I
remember.  Even though I was going to get spanked I was glad that it would
be by him.  He knew how make it sting just enough to make my clit stand up
and beg for more.  As crazy as it sounds he knew how to make it fun.  Mr.
Bailey always seemed to make it hurt and even though it made me wet too it
definitely wasn't fun.

   He did let him take a bunch of pictures of me though.  I had to look at
the camera and say `I am nasty little 13 year old slut' each time so the
embarrassment would show on my face as he posed me in front of the others.
I had to spread my legs and point at my clit, bend over and look back at
him through my legs.  I shouldn't admit it but that one was my favorite.  I
knew they could see how wet my suit was, the gusset pulled into my slit and
their cum dripping off of my face.  The looks on their faces made me cream.
And they all laughed when they saw that.  He had to push it farther of
course, just like he always did.  Just when I thought it was over he told
me to slowly pull my bottoms to my knees and every couple of inches he made
me stop so he could take another picture and make me tell him that I was a
slut.

   What I didn't know was that there was a bunch of strands of cum that
were stuck between my lips and the suit.  He was getting shots of them as
they broke and of Jeff and Kyle's cum dripping out of my hole.  It wasn't
until I heard Kyle say,

   "That is so fucking awesome!"

   that I looked down to see what he was talking about.  I was just in time
to see a big glob of their cum drop out of me and land right in the middle
of my suit.  Mr.  Bailey made sure to get 2 pictures of the look on my face
after I saw that.  He gave me a copy of one of them and I still have it. 
When I look at it now I always get a shiver.  Part of it is because how
very young I look, (too young to be honest), but the other part is because
of the look on my face.  Embarrassed and excited at the same time, I look
like I am having an orgasm right there in front of them with my cum soaked
pants around my knees.

   Mr.  Sanders told me to pull them up and to `behave' while he was gone.
He had to go over to the judge's tent for the awards ceremony and it was
obvious that he couldn't take me with him.  But if he wanted me to `behave'
he should have told his three friends.  As soon as they saw that everybody
was heading over there they knew that no one would be around to see what
they were doing to me.  I don't think he had time to walk between the next
row of cars before Kyle backed me up against the trunk and pushed his hand
into my pants again.  But he didn't finger me.  He pulled his hand out and
showed it to me.  The back of his hand and fingers were coated.  He made me
lick them clean and then told me to pull my bottoms back down to my knees.
He pushed his big middle finger into me slowly started fucking me with it.

   "I thought Jim told you to behave while he was gone.  He hasn't even
reached the judges tent yet and you already have your pants around your
knees.  Is this what you call behaving?"

   "But you told me to."

   "Yes I did, but a girl that is behaving would have said no.  You said no
before when Jeff and I asked you to come over to my van.  Why didn't you
say no this time?"

   He pulled his finger out of me, waiting for answer, leaving me right on
the verge and breathless.  He knew that I wanted him to put it back in me
and I knew that he wouldn't until I gave him an answer.

   "I don't know.  I guess because I wanted you to see me like this again?"

   He pushed his finger back into me and started fucking me with it,
brushing my clit with his thumb each time he slid it in.

   "Like what, Candy?  See you standing here with your cum soaked bikini
bottoms around your knees acting like a slut?  Is that how a girl who
behaves wants to be seen?"

   Right on the verge for the second time he pulled his finger out.

   "N00000."

   He knew what I meant but took it the way he wanted.  I knew he was
playing me.  Playing with his new `fuck-puppet' but I was reveling in it
all the same.  He pushed it back into me again.

   "No is right, Candy.  This isn't how a girl that is behaving acts.  This
is how a slut who is misbehaving acts.  So what is going to be?  Do you
want to behave?  Or do you want us all to fuck you again?"

   This time he not only left it in but pushed down on my clit, but just
enough to keep me hanging.  He knew what my answer was going to be.  We all
knew it and we all had known it ever since he first backed me up against
the car.

   "No, I don't want to behave.  I want you all to fuck me again. 
Pleeeeese?"

   He let me cum then, shuddering in front them with my hands clutching his
arms.  As soon as I calmed a little he spun me around, bent me over the rim
of the trunk and pushed into me.  All 3 of them took me like that and it
was one big long orgasm, not just from their cocks inside of me and their
cum on my face, but from the fact that the whole time I was bent me over
that trunk I was staring at pictures of myself getting bent over, fucked
and cummed on.

   Mr.  Bailey had just finished cumming all over my face like the other
two when Mr.  Sanders came back around the car.  I was sitting back on my
calves on the ground and feeling wonderful when he said,

   "What The Fuck, Candy!  I thought I told you to behave."

   I don't know why I said it.  It was just the first thing that came into
my head I guess.

   "I know you did, but you didn't tell them."

   I think it took all of us a a couple of seconds before we realized
exactly what I had said.  I started giggling but they were all laughing so
loud I thought for sure that someone would stop by just to see what was
going on.  Mr.  Sanders reached down and helped me to my feet, told me to
behave again and walked over to get the trailer.  That time I did behave,
but Kyle didn't.  Mr.  Sanders wasn't 5 feet away from us before he backed
me up against that little round gas cap again and fingered me to another
orgasm.  It wasn't until he had me right on the verge that I realized that
I still had my cum filled bottoms around my knees and that was all it took
to blow me over the edge.  Well, that and Kyle's thumb.  I pulled them up
after that but I could just as well have pulled them off.  They were just
as transparent as they had been in Mr.  Bailey's yard.

   They stuck around long enough to help get the car on the trailer
although there really wasn't anything for them to do but watch him drive it
up.  I think it was just an excuse for Kyle to stick his hand down my pants
again and for Mr.  Bailey to take more pictures of all of the cum on my
face.  My t-shirt was dry when I got back to the cab but I knew it wasn't
going to be for very long.  I asked Mr.  Sanders if he wanted me to change
into my sweats so the seat wouldn't get soaked again but he just laughed
me,

   "Hell no, you're not going to get off that easy.  I'm going to make sure
that a lot more people see your jizzed soaked face before you do that."

   I shuddered when he said that but to be honest it was more from
anticipation than fear.  When I climbed in the cab and shut my door we both
turned to look at each other and grinned,

   "Have a good day today, slut?"

   "Yes, sir."

   "You look like it."

   Somehow we both knew what I wanted.  His grin got a little wider and he
nodded.  By the time we got around the curve heading into Stevensville my
top was off, my bottoms were around my knees and I had 2 fingers in my
hole. I know a lot of people saw me but it was one of those things where
they probably weren't sure if they had just seen what they thought they had
seen.  When we pulled out onto 93 he looked over at me and said,

   "Are you feeling brave, slut?"

   I knew what he wanted and got back up on my knees.  I stayed that way
all the way back to Lolo when his radar detector went off and I had to sit
down again.  By then the wind had dried most of the cum on my face anyway.
When we got back to his storage lockup he made me get out and guide him
back in.  He pulled the trailer off of the hitch while I stood there
feeling like a slut because the passenger door was closed and I was sure
somebody was going to drive by again and this time they would see me.  And
of course he made it worse by bending me over the fender on the trailer and
making me repeat those slutty words the whole time he was fucking me.  When
we drove out I had another load of cum on my face.

   He let me put my suit on but when we turned back onto Reserve he gave me
one of his nasty leers,

   "I guess I can't take you home to your mom looking like that.  We need
to find some place to get you cleaned up.  Any suggestions?"

   I couldn't think of anywhere but the locker room at the pool and I knew
that one look at me in my wet suit was sure to cause problems.  He had it
all figured out of course, just like he always did.  A couple of blocks up
Brooks he turned into one of those `do it yourself' car wash places.  There
was only one other car and he was in one of the middle bays.  We pulled
into the last bay and I remember thinking that this would be ok because we
could wash his truck and me at the same time.  With only that one guy four
bays down I wouldn't have to worry about anyone seeing my cum coated face
and cum soaked transparent suit.  Clueless, I know.

   We got out of the truck and he went over to the coin drop to start the
wash and pick up the wand.  He reached in his pocket, grinned at me and
told me that he didn't have any quarters.  I was still clueless when he
pulled out his wallet and handed me 3 dollars.  In a matter of seconds
clueless brain became wet pussy.

   "Down between the two middle bays there is a coin machine on the wall.
Take those and get me 3 dollars in quarters."

   My brain told me it was crazy but my bottoms became even more
transparent.  I knew that I wanted to do it but I was scared to death at
the same time.  Mr.  Sanders didn't give me any choice.

   "Go now, Candy or I'll send you down there naked."

   I remember thinking that with my bottoms all but see-thru how much
different would that be?  Mr.  Sanders removed any difference there would
have been.

   "Too slow, so let's make this more interesting."

   Even though my bottoms were soaked my top was still fairly dry except
for a few spots where his cum had dropped off of my chin.  He reached down
and scooped some it from of my cheeks and rubbed it all around my nipples.
Although my areolas aren't very dark they are still darker than the rest of
my skin.  They were now as visible as my slit and clit with the added
embarrassment of my rock hard nipples.  Once again those little traitors
told both of us how I really felt.  With a spank to get me going I slowly
walked down towards the middle bay.

   He was vacuuming out the back seat of his car so I was almost past him
when he happened to look through his back window.  I think he bumped his
head getting out of his car so fast.  I was already getting my first four
quarters when he walked up to me.

   "What the fuck you little slut.  Do you always walk around town with cum
on your face?"

   I put my second dollar in and turned to answer him,

   "Only when my boyfriend and his friends tell me to."

   I saw no reason to tell him that my `boyfriend' was older than he was.
That seemed to surprise him but it was nothing like the look on his face
when he looked down at my suit and saw my slit looking back at him.  I put
the last dollar in and picked up my quarters.

   "I have to go now.  My boyfriend and his friends are waiting for me."

   I almost floated back to Mr.  Sanders.  My clit was throbbing so hard I
thought I was going to cum before I was even halfway there.  Mr.  Sanders
made sure of it as soon as I walked back into the bay.  He didn't even have
to stick his finger in me.  I exploded all over his hand as soon as he
pushed it into my suit.

   "You really loved that didn't you, slut?"

   I couldn't even speak as I trembled in front of him.  All I could manage
was to grin at him and nod my head.  He made me take my suit off and then
we washed it, his truck and me all at the same time.  I pulled my hair ties
out and then bent forward.  The detergent wasn't the best thing for my hair
but at least it got the cum out.  He didn't have a towel so I put on my
sweats and got my brush out.  Since I couldn't go home with wet hair we
drove up Brooks to Higgins and across the river.  The whole way I was
brushing my hair and letting the wind dry it.  We turned around at the X's
and by the time we got back across the river it was finally dry and I could
put it back up in pig-tails again.

   When we got home no one was there.  My mom had left me a note telling me
that they had gone to see a movie at The Wilma with the Almonds and then
were going out to dinner at the Iron Horse.  They were sharing a baby
sitter so Debbie was over there.  We could have come straight home.  But
then I would have missed talking to that guy with Mr.  Sanders' cum on my
face so I was glad that we hadn't known.  He wasn't through with me yet
though.

   "I believe somebody has a spanking coming.  Get those pants down and
give me one of those sandals."

   He sat down on one of our kitchen chairs and pulled me over his lap. 
But only gave me 13.  When he rolled me off of his lap onto the floor I
looked up at him puzzled.  He knew what I was thinking.

   "Meet me in the dugout at the baseball field at 2am.  And wear your
flip-flops"

   It wasn't until I was standing in front of my mirror that I saw the slut
in my eyes and started to grin.  I had let 4 different men use me all day
and I had loved every minute of it.  I set my alarm for 1:30 and crawled
under my covers for a nap.  Well almost.  I made a stop at my bottom
dresser drawer first.

   I never did find out if creepy Mr.  Petro's car won `Best of Show'.