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Goth's Not A Slut: My Day At The Beach
by She-Cries (she-cires@juno.com)
***
This is something of a dramatized version of my real
life from the Summer of 1990, when I was 20. It
certainly didn't all happen to me like I've written it,
but many of the experiences were exactly as I describe.
I found that by pushing things to their furthest limit
of my imagination it is easier to write about
experiences and what had been something of a
therapeutic exploration of a very traumatic few days in
Santa Cruz became, well, what you are about to read.
(Mmb+/F, ped, nc, rp, exh, intr, v, exh, ws, orgy)
***
The most important thing that I've learned since the
time of my 'story', is that there is no such thing as a
slut. There are just some very insecure women out
there. I'm one of them...
PART ONE
I picked what looked like a black one-piece bathing
suit out of a table of discount items, but it had a
neon pink stripe, almost an arrow, running down the
front to the crotch. It looked like one of those suits
designed to make girls tits stand out more. I never
wear color, my whole wardrobe is black, but I didn't
care about that, since I didn't plan on wearing this in
front of anyone.
Mickey, my fiancé, had taken me to Santa Cruz for the
weekend, so we could boogie board on the beach, even
though neither of us had ever done it before. He'd
borrowed a couple of those thermal body suits that
surfers wear because the water is so cold in Northern
California, and since I almost never go swimming I
didn't have anything to wear under it but my underwear.
Going nude under it was not an option. I don't know
why, but I just can't bear to have only one layer of
clothing, and ever since I hit puberty I have always
worn several layers of clothes. This whole trip was
unusual for me, I mean how many Goth girls do you see
at the beach.
I'd found this little shop right off the beach a little
ways up the coast from the Boardwalk. It was nestled
into a small strip mall, with a weather worn front end
with a lot of "discount" signs in the window, so I
thought it would be a good place to pick up a cheap
suit to wear. Mickey dropped me off with his little
brother, Evan, and left to go get his friend Arnold,
who I don't like because he always stares at my boobs.
Evan does the same thing, but he's thirteen and can't
really help himself.
I know I have a large chest, but I hate my boobs
because they hang down causing a fold that I can hide a
cigarette under. Mickey says they're beautiful, and a
lot of guys hit on me and can't take their eyes away
from them, but I wish I had firmer breasts with small
nipples like the models on those magazines. Mickey says
that those are usually fake breasts and real ones, like
mine, are better. In a bikini, or a one-piece they
don't usually sag, but that's not why I avoid them.
My mom was a short, round Mexican lady. I didn't
inherit her smooth brown skin, but her curly black hair
and thick figure. I'm not obese, or even chubby. I take
a lot of pride in the fact that my waist is so much
thinner than my hips and my chest, but I don't have any
muscle tone, and when I bend over my belly folds a bit
showing these little pudgy rolls that you can pinch.
What's worse is that my butt does the same thing when I
stand straight up, and it's not as if I can hold
pencils in the folds of my ass, but let's just say that
I get hit on by black men all the time. I exercise all
the time, but that only keeps me from getting big, like
my mom, and it doesn't do anything about me being so
short. There's also nothing I can do about my face,
which I think is plain, but a lot of men compliment me
on my dark eyes and my thick full lips. I think that's
mostly due to the gobs of make-up I cake on.
So I didn't really care much how the suit looked when I
picked it out, since I'd never wear it in front of
people. I looked around to make sure that Evan wasn't
around. He was pretending to look though a rack of T-
shirts while actually eyeballing a couple of girls
walking by the window. They had trim bodies and walked
past unembarrassed in their bikinis, with their perfect
tans and smooth styled hair.
I brushed my hair back self-consciously. Not that I'm
ashamed of it, it goes halfway down my back, and it's
so kinky that I don't have to do anything with it when
I get out of the shower. It dries full bodied, and I
let it fall over one eye so it narrows my cheeks, and
my lips, which pucker naturally, seem to stick out even
more.. Guys tell me it makes me look demure. I don't
have to die it black, like a lot of other Goth girls
do, but then I could never get away with the bob
haircut that was really popular with us back then,
since it would frizz out.
At any rate, with Evan distracted I folded the suit
carefully so no pink showed and went to find the
dressing room. He had been giving me shit all the way
to Santa Cruz about how funny it would be to see me not
dressed up as a Goth, since I had agreed to wear one of
the body suits Mickey had gotten. I didn't want him to
make fun of me for the one-piece as well, since as far
as I was concerned no one would ever see me in it.
I spotted a drawstring curtain in a corner of the room.
I hoped that wasn't the only dressing room, since it
not only opened to the whole room when drawn but it was
almost a foot too short, and everyone would be able to
see your feet if you undressed behind it. Aside from
that the store was pretty busy, and there were about
seven or eight guys and a couple of girls looking
through the racks. I made my way to the dressing room,
attracting a few stares, as I always do, because of my
outfit, which was typical of me. A short black velvet
stretch dress, tight with long sleeves, black stockings
and black suede buckle boots.
When I got to the dressing room I realized that not
only was it the only room but that the curtain didn't
close all the way. It ran perpendicular from the wall
and if you stood close enough you could just lean over
and look right in. What was worse was that a rack of
men's bathing trunks ran right up to the open edge of
the curtain, and there was a mirror placed at such an
angle that one wouldn't even have to lean, but find a
good vantage point and just watch.
I suppose that this was all to discourage shoplifters,
but I was being discouraged from buying there at all.
But I needed the suit, and I wasn't about to pay ten
dollars for a swim suit that didn't fit. I looked
around and saw Evan looking around for me and decided
to just do it. Ducking into the room before Evan could
find me I knew I had to do this as quickly as possible
otherwise I would just chicken out.
I dropped my purse, and pulled the dress up over my
head, looking around for somewhere to hang it, but
there were no hooks, so I let it fall. Then, leaving my
panty hose on I started to pull on the suit, but
realized that I wouldn't know If I could stand wearing
the one-piece, since the hose would kept me from
noticing if, say, the suit rode up on me, or chafed.
I pulled my leg out of the suit and yanked down my
hose. Too quickly it seemed, since my panties went
right down with them. Feeling the cool breeze between
my thighs reminded me that never in my life had I been
this exposed, even if I was behind a curtain. At that
moment the curtain was the only thing keeping me from
exposing myself to a room full of men. Trying to
extract my panties from the hose I felt a warm, tight
knot forming in my stomach, my fingers fumbled clumsily
with the fabric as a faint craving to touch myself came
up. I pulled up the panties, the smooth cloth rubbing
over my skin, and the knot started to loosen.
Ever since I was twelve I had reacted to stressful
situations by masturbating. When my mom would lose her
temper and start raging, or when the other girls would
make fun of me at school for dressing funny, I would
run to my bedroom and touch myself. It was a way to
take me away from myself, so I wouldn't have to wonder
why I felt so different.
I never thought about suicide, for me there was always
an escape that was purely physical. Sometimes I think
that that was why I survived high school. Mickey
complains a lot about me not wanting sex too often, but
that's because it's always been a private thing for me.
A place where I can go and not have to worry about what
others think, or how fucked up the world can be.
I finally pulled on the suit, leaving my hose discarded
in a small wad on the floor. I had to stuff my breasts
into the tight fabric, and I could feel it pinching my
butt cheeks and smashing my chest to the sides. I
looked at the mirror but all I could see was a
reflection of a row of swim trunks and a couple guys
looking through them...
PART TWO
I was facing a low hill to my left. To my right I saw
the open street and the ocean beach with hundreds of
bathers frolicking about just a few hundred yards away.
All I had on were my boots, but there was a dumpster
between me and the hill. I didn't know if anyone would
be able to tell I was naked from that far away, but the
cars passing nearby were very close, and when one drove
by and I saw its driver do a double take I dashed for
the dumpster.
I spun around the back, hopefully before anyone else
saw me and tripped over a man laying on the ground
behind the dumpster. I fell forward onto another man.
The first thing I noticed was the retched alcohol
smell, then the immense BO. Compared to these men the
clerk smelled like a bed of roses. The man started up
as I fell on him, then grasped me with rough claws as I
tried to scramble away. He kept hold of one arm and I
couldn't get further away.
"This your dress little lady?" asked the other bum
behind me. I turned around and saw a scruffy weather-
beaten man dressed in rags with hair so dirty that it
had dreadlocked in thick pointed spars. He was about
thirty, maybe older, the other definitely older.
"The man in the store. He tried to rape me," I pleaded.
The man holding me said, "Looks like he didn't just
try." In a thick rasping voice. With one hand he poked
at my sopping wet labia, exposed from the position I
had taken when I tried to back away from him.
"Don't!" I cried and tried to pull away, but his grip
was too strong. I submitted to his probing, letting him
spread my legs, falling back onto my butt.
The other man had discarded my dress and come over
closer to me, "You're one of them gothic chicks, aren't
ya?" He looked carefully at my groin as his friend
stuck his rough fingers into my labia. Then he noticed
my large pendulous breasts swinging back and forth.
Perhaps not so large as some woman, but naked, and as
short as I am they seemed much larger.
I looked at them both pleadingly but neither said
anything.
"Yes," I said.
"It true you people into Satanism and vampires and all
that shit?"
The other man continued to poke at my vagina. He
inserted one finger into my well lubricated hole. I
tried scrambling away again, but the hand on my arm
clamped down and I yelped in pain as he forcefully
shoved his finger further in.
"No," I said, and the guy with the questions came
forward and started to grope at my breasts, which hung
heavily below my chest. He ran a finger along the
crease in my tummy. An action that instinctively caused
me to suck in my gut, to try and hide it.
"So what is this whole gothic thing about anyway?" He
asked, going back to groping my breasts.
The man holding me started pushing more fingers inside
me, "You all a bunch of cocksucking sluts ain't ya?"
"No!" I said, then turning to the man fondling my
breasts I said, "It's just a music scene." Growing
tired of pushing his fingers inside me the first man
pushed me on my back and climbed on top. I was too weak
to fight him, I knew that from my experience in the
store, but I couldn't bear the thought of having
escaped the clerk only to be had by these men.
"Help me," I pleaded with the one asking me the
questions as the odor of the man on top of me
overwhelmed me.
"What do you mean a music scene?" he asked, ignoring my
plea.
I gasped as the man above me started unbuckling his
pants putting more pressure on top of me, "We just
don't get along with normal people, so we dress
different." I let out a yell as I felt a penis pushing
inside me. "We listen to- aah! ...different music,
and... oh please stop." He was pushing in and out of me
and grunting, but he kept slipping out and having to
push it back in with his rough fingers.
"You're a whore, ain't ya?" the man raping me crooned.
The other bum was not distracted, "If ya all dress
different how come y'all look the same?"
"We find each other because we - Oh my god - we
identify with others who - oh! OH! - and we make
friends."
"Say you're a whore!" The bum on top of me groaned as
he put himself back inside me yet again and ferociously
grabbed my breast.
"I'm a whore!" I shouted in pain. The smell of this man
and the stuffing of his stubby cock inside me was
becoming unbearable. I looked at his friend, but he
just gestured for me to continue as I lay with my back
in the dirt under the noon sun being raped by a raggedy
homeless man who carried who knows what vermin and
bacteria.
"Well..."
"Say it!"
"I'm a whore!" I looked at the other man and continued,
"Friends trade clothes, and ideas, and introduce each
other to music - Oh, please stop! OH!" My legs were
being hiked up and pushed against my chest, my feet
dangling over his bony shoulders. The bum just couldn't
seem to keep his thing inside me for more than a few
thrusts. "Some people are really - Oh no! I'm a whore!
Oh, please don't do that - OH!"
He was trying to force his penis inside me with his
fingers while my ass was pulled up in the air with the
weight of him pushing on my upraised legs. The other
bum sat down on the ground and picked up my dress,
running his hands over the soft velvet, "So your saying
that after enough people got together who had common
enough interests in wearing black and listening to this
kind of music..."
"The scene was - unh! ...recognized as more than -ooh!
A few friends, yes!"
"Hey bob, you haven't been able to get it up in years,
why don't you give it a rest and let me talk to this
girl?"
The man raping me, Bob, suddenly sat up, letting my
legs fall to either side of him, turned to the other
bum and shook a finger in his face, "Rape isn't about
sex you fuck! It's about power!" He turned to me and
shouted, "Beg for more!"
I was terrified, and complied, "Please don't stop!"
He slapped me, "I said beg!"
I leaned forward and groveled on the ground before him,
my breasts dragging in the rough dirt, "Please fuck me
some more, please, please, please! I'll do anything you
ask me!"
Bob grabbed me by the hair and yanked my head up,
forcing his shriveled and soft penis into my mouth,
"You see?" he said to the other bum, "You give me power
over a woman any day and keep your sex! No man rapes
because he's horny, any man can get laid!" He pulled my
head even closer into his virulent smelly crotch, "Man
rapes because he wants women to know whose master! This
little whore'll never live this down. She'll always
remember Bob, even though I can't get it up and got a
tiny dick!" With that Bob shoved me aside, landing me
in the other bums lap, who started to promptly squeeze
and fondle my breasts again. Bob towered over me, his
hands on his hips, "Well?"
"Please fuck me Bob!" I blurted out in terror, "I'm a
whore, and I want your dick! I want to serve you, I'll
do anything for you!" Bob looked at his friend who
hadn't stopped groping me, grinned and grunted.
Sheathing his penis Bob shambled off around the
dumpster where he started pushing a shopping cart
towards the street and out of view. I looked nervously
up at the remaining bum. He continued to grope and
squeeze my breasts, then leaned down and started
sucking on my large nipple, just like the clerk had.
He came up, "I ain't like Bob. I don't like rape."
"Look," I said. "You can, you know, do whatever you
want but..." I looked fearfully into his eyes, "But
just don't cum inside me."
He looked back down at me, smiling a black toothed
grin, a sodden nappy dreadlock falling forward over one
twinkling eye.
I lay on my back, the dirt rubbing into my bare skin. I
could smell sour alcohol, BO, and urine on this man,
but I was so scared after having been raped twice that
I didn't dare offend him.
"What do you want me to do?" he asked, still smiling at
me.
"F-fuck me," I whimpered spreading my legs for him.
Between them I saw under the wheels of the dumpster
cars driving past, and beyond them the surf, and people
frolicking carefree on the beach in their skimpy
bikini's and swimming trunks. I couldn't believe that
all that was happening so close to the repeated
violation of my body, stained with saliva, filth, and
cum from three different men, soon to be a fourth.
The bum had taken off his pants, revealing gangly,
hairy legs, and a strong pungent odor I had never
before experienced. Rather than climb between my legs,
he straddled my waist, pointing his this penis at me,
letting it rest on my chest, sending waves of the
pungent odor, urine and smegma, pummeling my nostrils,
only a few inches away. For a moment I thought he would
ask me for oral sex, but then he hefted my breasts up
from the sides and pushed them against each other,
locking his thing in between them.
Then, pushing and shoving, grinding my back and my
bottom into the coarse dirt underneath me he started to
thrust.
I reached over his leg, trying to reach my sex, hoping
to touch myself, and make him invisible, to muffle the
scent, but with each thrust his legs pushed my arm up
and I couldn't keep a grip. I had to endure the whole
experience aware, every moment, as he pushed himself to
climax, painfully tugging on my breasts and violently
mashing them into his shaft.
Finally the moment came. He dropped my breasts, they
fell painfully to either side of me. Then he grabbed
himself and started stroking violently at himself,
white globs of his stuff splattering my chest, goo
splashing onto my nipples. Then he lunged forward,
catching himself from falling and crushing me with one
hand, but leaving his dick hovering above my face as he
continued to stroke it. Jism still gushing out in
surges to land on my face, in my eye, on my lips, and
into my mouth, which was agape in renewed horror. This
time a thick briny, but not unpleasant taste hit my
tongue.
My hands, freed suddenly, reached through his legs and
clutched between my legs, spreading my lips wide to
service myself, but the painful reminder of the abuse
the convenience store clerk had put it through made me
flinch and gasp. Then the bum thrust his penis downward
with the last surge of sperm into the inviting maw of
my mouth.
The taste was beyond sour, and under the revulsion I
found myself strangely curious as to why his penis
would taste so bad where his cum tasted, well, not
unpleasant.
Churning my head to the side I let his penis slide out,
feeling it brush wetly against my ear as I licked the
semen out of the corners of my mouth and off my lips,
trying to drown the sour taste. The pungent smell was
stronger than ever, his testicles were firmly nestled
into my eye socket, and I realized that he had passed
out.
I pulled myself downwards, trying to be as gentle as
possible, afraid I would wake him and have to do some
other disgusting deed for him. At that moment I was
boldly aware that I was no longer in the clutches of a
man. I had a few brief moments to flee to the safety of
crowds where I could not be mauled or molested by
anyone.
Extracting myself from his skinny saggy testicles and
legs I pulled myself up to a sitting position, scanned
the ground quickly for my purse and my dress. I saw my
purse next to the bag with the swimsuit and the
glycerin and razor, and grabbed them. Then I saw my
dress in the pile of rags that the bum who had just cum
on my face had been sitting on when I tripped over him.
I scrambled over there on my hands and knees and
snatched it up...
Just as a large black man with an equally large duffel
bag slung over one shoulder walked around the corner of
the dumpster, coming up behind me. He had long ratted
dreadlocks, a thick beard, and a belly that made the
clerk seem trim. We both froze as we saw each other. He
looked over at the sleeping, pantless bum, looked at me
with my cum smeared face, and my breasts dangling
inches from the ground as I knelt on my hands and
knees, my ass sticking up in the air. I saw myself in
this man's eyes, my labia swollen and spread wide,
sticking high up into the air, ready to receive yet
another unwelcome intrusion.
I wondered just then why I had ever thought it safe.
My vagina at that moment seemed to serve no other
purpose than to let men feed from it at will. Any man
could walk right up and take his pleasure from it. The
more men saw me naked the less I felt like my own
person, rather a possession to be tossed about...
Then I panicked.
I ran as fast as my short legs would carry me, my
breasts flopping wildly about, around the other side of
the dumpster, back towards the convenience store and
into the back area of the strip mall, a small employee
parking lot and loading dock. Behind me stood the hill,
in front of me, a hundred yards or so, was a side
street that led out to the main beach drive. Traffic
was backed up on it, but there was nowhere for me to
hide.
No where for me to go but back to the large black bum.
To my left was the back wall of the strip mall, and to
my right were several back yard fences of houses that
led into the suburban section of town. There were a few
trees on that side, and I ran towards them, aware that
my quick movement might attract the attention of some
of the drivers on the street, but too panicked to care.
My movement did attract some attention it seemed. When
I reached the trees, ducking behind them for cover, I
discovered four small boys playing in the yard that the
trees grew out of. There was no real fence on this
yard, just a row of trees. They had been running around
playing war, or some boy's game, but when I showed up,
they stopped, letting their wooden sticks, presumably
used for guns or swords, fall to their sides.
My hands instinctively went up to cover my breasts,
while skidding to a stop I slipped on the damp grass
and fell butt first onto the ground, my legs spread
wide. My possessions flew in every direction. I was
deeply aware now of the semen running down my face, my
matted ratty hair, the glistening jizz melted on my
tummy, and my swollen red labia exposed for all these
boys, no older than nine or ten, to stare at. My hands
clutching at my breasts did little, I realized, to
cover myself. With my tiny hands I could barely cover a
nipple, the rest of the breast hanging prominently down
to just above my navel, which incidentally, was hidden
safely away in the tuck of my tummy.
As embarrassed as I was before these kids I was more
terrified of the large black bum, and hunkered down
where I was, afraid to move a muscle, imploring the
kids to be silent with my eyes.
"Are you in trouble?" one of the kids asked.
I nodded.
"I'll go get my dad." He said, gesturing towards the
house with his wooden stick.
"No!" I cried, "Please don't." I was more scared of
being discovered in this position than of being
scrutinized by these young children who could not guess
at the humiliations I had experienced.
"Are you a hooker?" one of the boys, an older blond
asked.
"What?" I stammered, remembering suddenly that my legs
were spread, since that's where all their eyes were I
pulled them together and pulled them up into a ball.
Watching their gaze shift I realized I was equally
exposed, and put a hand down to my damp vagina to cover
it, letting a breast fall free to one side.
"My mom said that women who wear make-up like you do
are hookers, and she says you dress like sluts."
"I'm not a hooker," I implored, trying to curl away
even further from their determined gazes. A couple of
them had gotten very close. They didn't seem
mischievous, but curious. I imagine they had never seen
a naked woman before. More so they had never seen an
adult act in such a manner as I did that day. Nervous,
submissive, scared.
"What's a hooker?" one of the boys asked.
I looked up at him. "Could you hand me my dress?"
He looked around and saw it lying on the ground, and
went to fetch it.
I decided to answer the boy, "A hooker is a woman that
sells her body to men."
"For sex?" another boy asked.
I nodded.
"Why?" the first boy asked, handing me my dress. I
wanted them to go away, or turn their backs, but they
all waited patiently, but expectantly, for me to open
up my body, to reveal myself to them. I realized I was
going to have to do it.
"Women sell their bodies for money," I continued,
deciding that this would be easier if I didn't pay too
much attention to it. I suddenly stood up, letting them
all take a good long look at me, and shook out the
dress.
"Why don't they get a normal job?" the boy persisted.
Turning the dress inside out I realized that it hadn't
suffered much at all from being dragged around and
flung on the ground. I started to work it over my arms,
trying not to notice the four pairs of eyes riveted to
every part of my anatomy. I went on answering their
questions, "Hookers aren't like we are, they're very
poor. Most of them need to do that kind of work because
there is nothing else available for them."
"But I see job signs all over the place," one of the
kids blurted out, embarrassed.
I stopped dressing for a moment and looked straight at
him, the stretch velvet strung over the top of my
chest, "Most hookers can't even read, they come from
neighborhoods where they have to work all their lives,
and their schools are terrible. Most of them don't go
because of all the crime and drugs. When they become
women they can't find normal work, and they get picked
up by pimps, who get them hooked on drugs, who buy them
lots of pretty things that they never had before."
I realized suddenly that I was still naked and pulled
the dress on over my head, feeling the cum smear on my
face from the tight collar, "The pimps then make them
sell there bodies to pay them back, or to get more
drugs." I went on, pulling the dress past my breasts
while they boys followed wide-eyed, "They never let the
women go, they take almost all the money and the women
never earn enough to pay their pimps off." I pulled the
dress all the way down. "The women can't work on their
own because the pimp controls all the streets, and
beats up any girl who works alone until she gives him
their cut."
The blond boy looked at my dress' hem line, he was
clearly disappointed. "Is that why you're a hooker?" he
asked.
"I'm not a hooker!" I barked.
"Then why are you running around naked?" he shouted
back.
Another boy chimed in, "If you're not a hooker, then
does that mean we don't have to pay you to have sex
with us?" he smiled, as if in triumph while his friends
stared at him in shock. I watched them all turn their
heads to me one by one expectantly.
I looked the boy straight in the eye and said, "And
what would you do with me if you could?"
He stared bashfully at the ground.
I don't know why I did what I did next. Probably it had
something to do with the psychological and physical
brutality I had endured in the past hour. I think I had
snapped for a moment and was trying to lord power over
these boys in exchange for all the power and dignity
that had been stripped from me that afternoon.
I walked right up to him, "Well?"
"Well," he looked at the ground, even at nine or ten he
came up to my height and was looking down at my breasts
swinging back and forth under my dress, "I'd put my
penis in your vagina." I barely heard the words he was
no nervous.
I pulled up the hem of my skirt in front, "This?" I
asked.
He couldn't look at me. He just looked around and
nodded. The other three boys, however, were straining
to get a look at my bush, but couldn't see too well
since I was standing so close to the taller boy. I took
another step, until my breasts were pushing against his
chest, then hiked up the skirt in the back. What the
Hell, I must have been thinking. It's not as if they
hadn't already seen me.
The knot of heat was tight in my tummy, as it had been
for some time, but this time for some reason, it wasn't
accompanied by that cringing horror. The humiliation I
felt at exposing myself to these boys was having the
instantaneous reaction of sending burning flickers down
through my tummy into my swollen labia, which were
twitching and pulsating with arousal.
But the shame was equally as strong, and it's a wonder
that I didn't tear off running. My body and mind were
conflicted, to keep the incredible burning alive or to
bury it forever and end the degradation of my body.
But instead I grabbed his hand and thrust it between my
legs, "Would you put it in here?" I asked. I saw the
blond boy take a quick step closer to see, and looked
at him. He started and took a step back. I smiled at
him, and nodded towards my backside. I did the same to
another of the boys, but only the blond who had called
me a hooker came.
The tall boy was clumsily pawing at my pussy, pulling
on my pubic hair, scratching me with his nails, but his
adolescent thumping on my labia was too exiting to make
me stop. The blond boy hesitated until I smiled at him,
"Do it." I said, "I'm a slut, not a hooker."
He wasted no more time in grabbing my ass and kneading
and mauling it with one hand while poking and exploring
for my crotch with the other. I had two hands groping
me between my legs and it wasn't' long before the blond
one found my hole. I thrust my own hand down to rub at
my clitoris, pushing one of the tall boys hands aside.
I came instantly.
Rocking and gasping I shuddered in their arms and felt
my legs give out from under me, the burning sensation
in my loins giving vent to massive convulsions that
racked my body. I collapsed to the ground and knocked
the tall boy down, falling to my knees with my head in
the grass, my ass sticking up, my sex fully exposed
again for all the boys to see.
Just as quickly as the desire to control these boys had
come, it was gone, like a flight of fancy, with my
orgasm. I was mortified again, at the thought of all
these boys watching me, terrifyingly aware of the
compromising position I was in and feeling exactly as I
had in the convenience store, or with the bums. I felt
someone pawing at me, sticking his finger in my pussy,
and I just lay there and let them.
I watched the tall boy get up off the ground and push
the others away, seeing that all three had been
clamoring at my vagina. I watched as the tall boy stood
up and undid his pants, pulling out a tiny but stiff
erection. He stepped around behind me, and with the
confidence I had given him by letting him grope me, got
down on his knees and inserted his thing into my hole.
And did nothing.
I almost started laughing. He had no idea what to do
after that, so he just stood there groping me some
more, reaching around my thighs to touch my bush and
trying to push his hands up my dress. Laying there
shivering, wishing the knot of pain would turn back
into heat I started grinding myself back against him,
hoping to provoke some sensation in my labia to bring
me back out of my fear and humiliation at having just
prostrated myself for the amusement of four children.
But he had gone soft, not knowing what to do, and
probably not extracting much pleasure from the
experience, he lost interest and stood up, zipping
himself up. I slowly pulled myself up, brushing the
grass off my face, trying not to look at the kids. As I
pulled myself to my feet the blond boy came up to grab
me again, but I shuffled away, bumping into one of the
boys that hadn't spoken. His arms instinctively went
up, one hand landing on my breast.
The blond boy stepped forward, "I thought you said you
were a slut."
I tried to speak, but couldn't so I just shook my head.
"Yes you did, I heard you!"
"What's a slut?" asked the boy with his hand on my
breast.
"Someone who..." I began, "Someone who will let anyone
fuck them.
"I don't think you're a slut," the boy said. But the
blond boy chimed in saying, "She let all of us fuck
her!"
"No she didn't," the tall boy said stepping in between
the approaching blond and me, shoving the other one off
of me and putting his arm around my waist. "She just
let me fuck her. You have to use your dick!"
The blond boy and the tall one started arguing,
shouting back and forth over the definition of fucking.
They shouted at each other for a few moments, the tall
one insisting that I was his girlfriend now and no one
else could have me. When the blond suggested that the
tall one share me with the rest of them I took off
running again, my buckle boots slipping on the grass as
I tried to pull down my skirt and snatch up my purse
and bags at the same time.
This time, with my dress on, I ran straight to the
street, took a left and ran down the sidewalk following
all the traffic heading towards the beach. After a
moment I slowed down, painfully aware of how much my
chest bounced, not to mention the aching condition of
my groin. Make-up smeared, hair a mess, cum drying on
my lips and chin, not to mention my bare legs and lack
of any type of underwear. The draft between my legs was
stronger than before, and chillier, probably because of
all the juices. I was still reeling from the
humiliation of what I had just done, and feeling myself
safe at last felt wobbly and lightheaded.
As I walked past the parking lot to the strip mall it
occurred to me to go look for my bra, which Evan had
flung away. I figured that as long as I stayed in the
open no one would try anything. Besides, being on the
street I was getting a lot of catcalls from drivers. A
lot more than usual. I guess that was because of my
bare legs, and freely hanging breasts. I was so glad to
be covered up, however, that I didn't even pay
attention to what they were saying.
As I turned into the strip mall, walking down a tile
walkway that fronted all the shops I saw a couple of
Mexican guys in their teens hanging out in front of a
record store, a couple doors down from the swimwear
place I had been humiliated in. They were both wearing
nothing but long shorts hanging low on their hips and
low sneakers. Both of them were staring at me hungrily.
As I got closer I could see that they were watching my
legs and hips closely, and one of them spoke to me in
Spanish, I guess he recognized my Mexican blood, but I
don't speak Spanish and have never hung around
Mexicans, so I didn't respond, just kept walking. When
I got a little closer one of them said, "Hey mama, you
need to hike that thing up a little more to let the air
blow through."
I froze right next to them, and looked down. My skirt
was riding up, my bush sticking out under the hem just
a little. I started to grab at the dress but one of the
guys put his hand out and copped a feel. He grabbed
high enough to let me know that my cheeks were at least
half uncovered, giving the whole roadside a great view
of my legs, my ass, and my pubic hair that stuck out in
back. Frozen as I was I guess I didn't react fast
enough for the Mexican boy who had touched me, since he
quickly moved his hand between my cheeks and moved his
hands downward.
Reaching my asshole I gasped, and he stopped, saying
something to his buddy in Spanish, "Punta" and pulling
his hand away.
"Who's been fucking you lady?" his friend asked.
I shook my head.
"You're a fucking whore," the other Mexican said
matter-of-factly, then turned and walked away. His
friend started to follow, then suddenly reached out for
my bush, grabbed me with one hand and yanked up my
dress in the other, pulling it up under my breasts.
"How many guys you fucked today?" he demanded, his face
right next to mine.
"A... a few," I stammered. His fingers were rubbing my
pussy, skillfully playing with my clitoris and probing
the entrance to my vagina. It started to feel real
good, and I let him, quickly forgetting how exposed we
were.
"You want me to fuck you baby?" he whispered into my
ear, softly. I nodded, not really wanting him to fuck
me, but not wanting him to stop fingering me either.
Suddenly he stopped, said "You are a fucking whore,"
pulled his hand out and walked off after his friend
laughing, leaving me with my dress hiked up.
Quickly I scrambled to pull it down, aware that the
several occupants of the record store were watching,
men and women alike, but none had done anything to
intercede. Looking at myself in the reflection as I
pulled the dress down and scurried past it made sense.
I was dressed and looked like a whore.
PART THREE
I gave up on the idea of searching for my bra, doing so
would mean I would have to walk in front of the
swimwear store anyways, and I wanted to get as far from
that strip mall as possible. Evan was waiting on the
corner of the street. He frowned when he saw me, then
smiled as I walked up. I was painfully aware that not
only had he seen me naked, but that he had had his
fingers up inside of me and knew that I had let that
other boy come in my mouth. He had told me to grovel on
the ground and lick up someone's sperm and I had done
it.
When I reached him his eyes went wide at the condition
I was in, then he smiled again, perhaps guessing or
inventing the kind of ordeals I had been through. He
started to speak as we waited for the light, but I
stopped him, "We don't tell Mickey or anyone anything,
right!"
"What do I get?" he asked.
"You already got your revenge."
"I wanna do what Mickey does to you."
"No!" I barked.
"Well I want something."
"Look Evan," I started, "Maybe when we get back you
can... I can take off my clothes and we can masturbate
together." I couldn't believe I was offering this to
him.
"Any time I want?"
"We'll talk about it."
"We are talking about it!" he barked as we stepped onto
the beach side of the street. "You gonna eat my stuff
like you did that other guys."
Again, I don't know why I did what I did, but I winked
at him and said, "Depends how it tastes."
"I want somethin' now!" Evan demanded, "Before Mickey
gets back."
I sighed, knowing I would have to appease him somehow.
"What is it?"
He cocked his head, "Bend over and take off your
boots."
We were standing on a crowded beach, traffic whizzing
by, people all around us, but Evan's request would mean
that I would be flashing anyone who was looking. The
little perv wasn't just out to get off, though I knew
he wanted that too, but to humiliate me. He just wanted
to lord power over someone almost ten years older than
him, and he had the perfect blackmail on me. I couldn't
do it, however. The thought of being forced to do it in
private was one thing, but to willingly expose myself
in public? The very though sent stabbing pains up and
down me.
I bent over, slowly, feeling the skirt hike up. First
to my cheeks, and then I felt the familiar breeze on my
sex and shot straight up.
"Look Evan," I pleaded, smiling, "Maybe I can find
out... You know, what it tastes like."
Evan grinned, then started looking hurriedly in every
direction. He stopped when he saw a small building, and
smiling at me he gestured in its direction.
It was a small, gray brick building, a public bathroom
from what I could tell. Sheepishly I bowed my head and
started off in its direction, Evan following close
behind. The knots in my tummy were tight and painful.
The thought of sucking off my fiancée's little kid
brother in a public bathroom made me feel dirty. The
thought of doing it willingly, of having offered to do
it made me feel downright trashy.
I could feel Evans eyes on my butt as we walked. I was
aware from the warm breeze that it had ridden up when I
bent to undo my boot into the curvy folds of my butt
cheeks. Had I stopped and spread my legs apart you
would see my pubic hair sticking out as I walked
through the crowd of men, women and children playing on
the beach, walking to and from their cars to enjoy the
warm Summer sun.
When we arrived at the building, Evan skipped ahead of
me and stuck his head into the men's room. He looked
back at me and gestured me to follow him, then
disappeared inside. It was a small bathroom, with no
doors and high screens in the walls providing the only
ventilation. Looking around to make sure no one was
watching I scampered in after Evan. The smell of urine
surrounded me like a cloud.
The floor was wet with the saltwater of bathers and I
didn't want to know what else. The urinal and the sink
were stainless steel, but the door to the stall was
pitted and rusted. It was by this that Evan stood,
gesturing quickly for me to follow him. I walked in
after him, trying not to slip on the wet cement floor
and he shut the door behind me. Through the ventilation
slats set high by the ceiling I could hear bathers,
some of them standing and chatting happily just on the
other side of the wall I stood against.
"Take off your clothes." Evan ordered, "First the
boots."
I was reluctant to set my bare foot on that wet clammy
floor. Clots of paper towels and toilet paper lay in
soggy clumps here and there, but I looked at Evan and
realized that I would never get through this day if I
didn't appease him. I bent over to unzip the boots,
then thinking for a moment I turned around and did it
again, so that Evan could see my pussy while I did it.
Stepping onto the cold, damp floor sent shivers up my
spine. I lifted my dress, watching Evan over my
shoulder, unable to believe that I had sunk so low as
to become the sex slave of a thirteen year old boy. He
watched with big eyes, showing the intensity of a child
waiting patiently for his ice cream at dessert.
I lifted the dress up and over my head, baring myself
to him utterly, again, like I had bared my ass to the
children a little while earlier: Willingly. He smiled
and grinned, pulling his thin cock out of his pants,
eagerly awaiting the return on the favor I'd promised
him. I stepped forward, slowly, each step sending pools
of clammy water squishing through the toes of my tiny
feet.
Loud voices carried in from the vents, making it seem
as if I was parading naked through a crowd. He gestured
at me to drop my dress and I complied instantly,
letting it fall into the dampness. When I reached Evan
he put his hand on my shoulder and shoved me downwards,
I let him push me down to my knees where his thing
stood waiting for me, eager to have my lick plush lips
embrace his thin rigid shaft. I opened my mouth, leaned
forward, and took it.
Just then about three loud guys burst into the
bathroom, laughing and joking. One of them pushed on
the stall door, but I had drawn the latch. I was
terrified that the latch would break, that one of them
would see my legs under the high walls of the stall, or
that they'd need to use the toilet and wait until Evan
and I came out. Evan didn't seem to care, he was still
rigidly erect, and he thrust, perhaps unconsciously,
reminding me that I had a job to do.
I started to suck him, trying to be quiet, hoping that
the boisterous crowd would go away quickly while I
worked on Evan. I knew that at thirteen he wouldn't
last long, and I was right. Within a few seconds he
started to come, not even giving me the chance to put
my hand to my sex and start stroking myself.
His semen started to pulse in rapid jerks, filling my
mouth with a rich, slightly salty taste, and a faint
hint of bleach. It wasn't as good as the briny flavor
of the homeless mans cum, but then I didn't have the
bitterly sour taste of rancid cock to contend with
either. It was certainly better tasting than the strong
acidity of the first boy in the changing stall.
I thought to myself as Evan's vibrations shook him out
of me, sending the last few drops across my jaw and
chest, that I might be able to swallow his stuff after
all. Taking a hesitant gulp I confirmed this, realizing
that I could do that on a regular basis.
That shocked me. The thought of routinely taking Evan's
cum in my mouth filled me with humiliation and shame.
The realization that I had zoned out again in the face
of total submission and let myself be used, Hell, the
thought that I'd offered myself up to be taken like a
free whore made me want to be sick. But Evan stood in
front of me expectantly, his little dick shriveling up,
a glob of white dangling off the end.
I gulped down the rest of the jizz in my mouth,
suppressed a grimace and said, quietly, so the guys in
the bathroom wouldn't hear, "Not bad." I only hoped
that this little excursion would keep Evan off my back
until Mickey and I had gotten home where I could begin
to deal with everything that was happening to me.
Evan stood there, still waiting for something, and I
realized he was waiting for me to lick the last drop
off his withered dick. He was acting like he was
holding out a treat for me, like eating cum was a
present, and that I was a slut, addicted to its acidic
flavor.
Nevertheless I leaned forward and lapped up the last
drop of Evan's little gift, even licking and smacking
my lips for effect.
He beamed down at me, "You can have some whenever you
want." He smiled proudly, "You really like sucking on
guys don't you?"
I didn't answer, but smiled at him as I stood up and
walked over to retrieve my now sopping wet dress. I did
my best to wring it out, Evan didn't help, he just
stood there watching me walk around naked, grinning as
I struggled to pull the damp fabric over my voluptuous
body. My dress had been tight before, but now it seemed
to melt on to me, clinging with cold wet friction to
the curves of my body, making the already visible shape
of my breast a clear outline, as if I had been painted
with wet velvet. I pushed the ratted hair back, letting
it rest slick on my neck and shoulders, then picked up
my boots and my bags, gesturing for Evan to check the
bathroom now that it was quiet.
The coast was clear, but on my way out I ran into a
couple of kids coming in. They stared in shock at me, a
busty, scantily clad women whose clothes were soaked
coming out of their bathroom. I meekly mentioned that I
had though it was the woman's and scurried away from
them, turning around the building to go and employ the
woman's restroom for real, but there was a metal grate
welded to the front of it. A small placard read that
because of vandalism the bathroom was closed. It
directed women to go use the porta-potty's in the
parking lot across the street, but I didn't need to
pee, I needed a mirror and a clean sink.
Evan was following a few steps behind me as I sought
out a quiet place where I could wash myself, shave the
edges of my pubic hair and change into the incredibly
small and revealing bathing suit that I would wear
under the body suit that Mickey was bringing. I had to
be able to pretend that everything was normal when he
arrived, but the large amounts of cum on my body and my
disaster area of a hairdo and make-up job wouldn't
allow that.
My back was to the door of the woman's bathroom. I
guess Evan thought that the wall that jutted out to
block the doorway from view was private enough because
he walked up and copped a feel, pushing his hand right
into my thighs, his fingers probing my wet crotch. I
started to jump, to turn and shout at him, but
remembering the position I was in.
I made it seem like I had been startled, and I smiled
up at him. That must have given him the wrong idea,
since he dug his fingers deeper, probing into my
vagina, making me spread my legs a little to keep him
from pulling on my skin, and to make it a little more
comfortable for me. This of course, encouraged him to
plunge in deeper yet, until his knuckled were grinding
into me.
Oh well, it might as well have belonged to him by then.
Would I ever have the courage to make him stop?
"You must really like sex a lot," Evan said. "To be so
ready all the time." He continued to push and rub with
his fingers, grinding his thumb against my asshole,
probably in ignorance, which hurt, but felt good at the
same time.
I opened my mouth to correct him, but when I realized
that the honest answer was that I like having my pussy
played with more, which was exactly what he was doing,
I just gaped.
"How come giving blow jobs makes you so wet."
What could I say, because the thought of having him
tell Mickey what I had done terrified me, and being
scared made me want to hide and fuck myself? How could
I explain something like that to a thirteen year old
boy who I was letting grope me?
Suddenly he stopped, starting to remove his fingers
from my vagina. "Don't!" I gasped, not aware until that
moment, how involved I had been getting with his clumsy
fingers.
Evan stared for a moment, not saying anything.
Desperate to go back to the nothing state, the place
where I wasn't aware of being blackmailed and molested
by a child I reached down in front of me and pushed his
fingers back up inside of me, "I like it when you do
that," I admitted.
"That's what turns you on? Getting... fingered?" he
asked, almost embarrassed to say the word.
I wanted to shake my head, but the sensations inside me
were too strong and I didn't want to have to explain to
Evan that being humiliated was what made me so wet. Not
because it turned me on, but because I had conditioned
myself my whole life to get horny whenever I was
scared, embarrassed, or uncomfortable.
I let him rub me, shoving his fingers deeper inside me,
while I rubbed my clitoris, rapidly racing towards
another climax. I was almost blind to the woman and her
little girl who had turned the corner to use the
woman's restroom. I was oblivious to the hundreds of
beachgoers who frolicked on the sand just a little ways
away. When I finally came, not as violently as I had
with the kids, or especially with the brutal clerk in
the convenience store, but it was strong enough to send
me into Evans shaking arms, heaving and panting.
He pulled down my skirt when I turned my back to the
beach, perhaps the only kind thing he had ever done for
me. In the afterglow of my orgasm I kissed him with
such a passion as to make me wonder if I ever had
kissed a man before. He kissed back a bit, but he was
clumsy, and I knew from Mickey that he had never kissed
a girl before.
I felt his teeth as he blindly sought to know what to
do, but that didn't stop me as I smothered his thin
curved lips in my thick soft mouth that had only
recently received his shaft in total submission. I
licked him with the tongue that had tasted and lapped
up his salty cum, grinding my body into his with the
last heaving shudders of my orgasm. Finally he caught
up with me, putting one arm around me, the other on my
ass and he kissed me back, the little boy starting,
finally, to learn to be a man, now that he had a woman
who would have him.
I had given myself willingly to his perversions twice.
Both times out of fear, but never did he have to resort
to force to make me expose myself for him, to bare my
breasts and pussy for his twisted thirteen year old
desires. I had agreed to let him see me naked, and to
eat his cum when we leave the horrible beach and that
meant that life would never go back to normalcy. I
would always be at my fiancée's little brother's beck
and call, ready to be his willing vessel to receive his
sperm. Ready to expose myself for his budding manhood.
Ready to introduce him to the nature of womanhood, and
how it is designed to serve a man. And only how, for
that matter.
There would be no give and take with Evan. He would ask
and I would deliver. My reward would be the shame and
humiliation that brought about the need for the mind
numbing release of an orgasm. I had just revealed to
Evan how much I craved such a feeling, that I would let
him take me any place in the hopes of such a blissful
escape from shame. He may not have learned it that day,
but it certainly couldn't be long before he figured out
how to lord that knowledge over me. He could
conceivably make me do anything he wanted. Just so long
as I thought I would receive my reward.
Crushed up against him, my mouth locked on his, I felt
his fingers exploring the fold of my butt cheek. He
would poke it with his fingers, lift up my butt, then
let it fall and trap his fingers. The he would caress
my labia from behind, and with the slick fingers he
would run his fingers along the lines of my ass again.
Letting the kiss slow down and stop I realized that the
feeling was gone. I was again, disheveled and hardly
dressed in public, alive with the knowledge that I had
just surrendered my body to a child, that I might never
be free of his desires.
As our mouths fell apart I saw Evan gazing at me with a
look of both pride and possessiveness, adoration and
contempt. Something inside me seized up and pinched
tight, but as earlier, there was no reassuring warmth.
Nothing to promise the sensuous return for my
submission but the memory of my fading orgasm. Then I
remembered that Mickey was coming, and I still had to
get ready.
"When Mickey gets here," I pleaded, "we won't say
anything, all right?"
"I want to do it again." Evan said, cocking an eyebrow
and putting his hands on my hips. He was testing me, I
knew it. Perhaps he was afraid that if he let me leave
I wouldn't be his slave any more.
"But Evan, if Mickey gets here and sees me like this
he'll know something happened."
Evan frowned and crossed his arms. I was tempted with
the urge to lift my dress for him again, but we were in
public, shielded though we might be.
"If Mickey sees me like this I'll have to explain." I
stepped right up against him and putting my mouth to
his ear went on, "I have your juice on my breasts," I
was smashing my chest into his crossed arms, "It's in
my hair and running down my belly," I kissed him
lightly. "I can still taste it," I whispered lastly and
finally saw it dawn on Evan that if Mickey saw all that
semen on me then not only would Mickey beat the crap
out of him, but that I would be gone for good.
Evan looked at the ground, then stepped out onto the
sand and looked around. Then he looked back at me
defiantly with a frown and said, "There's some showers
down the beach." He looked at the ground again, "I'll
be at the burger joint." The burger joint was where
Mickey and Arnold were supposed to hitch up with us.
With all I'd been through that day I still couldn't
believe that I'd only been dropped off little over an
hour ago.
Evan looked up at me again, jerking his head while
looking at my dress' hem. I felt the cold chill again,
but complied with his wishes and lifted up my skirt,
just enough for him to see my pussy. He twirled his
fingers and I turned around, hiking the dress up over
my ass. Then I bent over so he could see my puffy labia
protruding from between my legs. He looked for a
moment, then with a huff stomped off, leaving me to
quickly yank down my skirt.
I walked down the beach for a long ways before I caught
sight of a few small buildings. I was right where the
beach ran into the highway and there was a large scenic
outlook with a largely empty parking lot. I presumed
the buildings were restrooms for the drivers. Walking
along the beach I didn't attract as much attention as I
had by the stores, probably because being wet and half
dressed was normal on the beach. Most of my make-up was
gone and I'd gone and left my boots with Evan, so there
wasn't much left to identify me as a fish-out-of-water
Goth at the beach.
People pretty much accepted me as I was. There were a
few sunbathers, mostly guys who sat up and stared as I
walked too close to them, giving them an inadvertent
glimpse of my nude cheeks and my pussy as I took large
clumsy steps in the hot sand. I did my best to avoid
these, and always hurried away.
Looking back over my shoulder I saw a couple of guys
sitting up and staring at me. The closer I got to the
buildings the more sparse the crowd became. At this end
of the beach there were breaker waves and lots of large
rocks in the water, so even wading was unsafe, which
was fine by me. I had had enough of crowds and was
ready for a little privacy.
When I reached the buildings I saw that one of them was
a bathroom like the one I had been in before. Two of
them were little outhouse shaped shower stalls, built
out of wood with lean-to shaped roofs set about a foot
above the walls allowing the person in the shower to
see all around them. Of course they were probably made
for someone taller than myself, I was only 5'5" and had
to stand on tippy-toe to see inside, even then I
couldn't see down inside of it.
The first stall I checked was rusted out and someone
had obviously put a lot of effort into vandalizing it.
The second one was in much better shape, though it
certainly needed a cleaning. The only problem was that
it was right next to the parking lot and there were
already two cars parked there. I saw a middle-aged man
playing with his dog not far away and there were two
old ladies walking past me as I contemplated the stall.
I was certainly apprehensive about stripping down in
this little box. The idea of being naked while only a
thin, low, wooden door separated me from any number of
pedestrians made me more scared than ever, sending the
fleeting moments of security away as quickly as they
had come. But I had to do it, Mickey was coming, and I
had to appear normal, otherwise explain why I had let
so many men see me naked, let them grope me, cum on me,
and cum in my mouth.
I had never before tasted sperm, now I had sampled
three men and committed myself to doing it again and
again with the third. I had even let two of them and a
child have sex with me. How many men had laid their
hands on me today, certainly more than had ever in my
life all combined. I was fortunate that I hadn't had to
take anyone's cum inside my vagina.
To me that was the ultimate degradation next to
swallowing their sperm, to take a man's sperm
unwillingly. In a way it was worse, since their sperm
would then be deep inside me, and since I had always
made Mickey wear condoms I wasn't protected. How many
men had almost impregnated me today I didn't want to
think about.
The one thing I knew for certain was that Mickey would
never accept my explanation that I was simply scared
when I opened my mouth and let that strange teenager
put the penis in my mouth that had started the ordeal.
I would simply have to pretend nothing had happened and
hope Evan did as much himself. Considering all that I
had been through, however, getting naked in the shower
stall didn't seem like such a leap. But since I had
been so brutalized today, stepping through the rickety
door I was reminded of all the penis', I could taste
all the cum, and I was terrified that it would happen
again.
With a Herculean effort I made it through the doorway,
dropped my bag and with single-minded determination
pulled my dress up, but froze halfway up. I closed my
eyes, and for some reason saw Evan standing defiantly
with his arms crossed. Somehow that pushed me over the
edge and within a moment I was naked. All around me I
saw the bright blue sky, the world seemed to be buried.
Pinholes of light shed in from narrow cracks in the
weathered wood and a cool breeze blew through the
screened openings that revealed the azure blue sky.
I reached for the shower nozzle and cranked it hard,
ready for an ice-cold blast of water to wash the scum
and sperm away. But nothing came. I heard a faint
gurgle, but no water cam out. I looked at the floor, it
was bone dry, a cement depression surrounded by a short
brick ledge with a grate in the center of it all.
Disappointed hardly began to describe how I felt, but
resigned I let go of the nozzle and reached for my
baggie of clothes hanging from a hook on the door. I
would just have to go over to the bathrooms to clean up
my face when I was done, but first I had to shave my
pubic hair and get into that suit so I wouldn't have to
flash every man I stepped near.
I poured some of the glycerin onto my hand and started
to work it into the edges of my pubic hair, rubbing it
liberally into my very sensitive labia. Doing that made
me realize that I was basically alone, and the hormonal
rush from having locked myself in my room so many
nights came back with a mad passion. My clitoris was
sore and swollen, but my lips were engorged and as I
rubbed my lubricated fingers deep into my dampening
folds I felt myself gasping with pleasure.
With my eyes tight shut and my heaving breath I didn't
notice a rattling at the door, but when I finally heard
it my eyes popped open and I saw a face peering down
over the top of the door. It was a black face with long
dreadlocks and a wiry beard.
It was in fact the same man who had seen me eating the
cum of the bum behind the dumpster.
He pulled again on the door, and the flimsy copper
latch broke. He stood there watching me for several
long seconds while I slowly stroked myself, my hands
gliding over the smooth lubricated folds of my sex. I
didn't stop, I couldn't stop I was so terrified of him,
this great fat black beast leering down at me from so
high up. I had nowhere to go. I was locked in. All I
could do was stroke myself and try to make it all go
away. When I saw him pull out his penis I simply upped
the tempo, grinding my palm into my clitoris while I
buried my fingers into my moistened cunt.
His cock was thick, thicker than any I had ever seen
before, not that I had seen many, but not so big as I
had been led to believe of black men. It hung just past
the end of his hand, not quite hard yet, and he hefted
it as if it weighed a ton to pull his testicles out
from his pants. The whole ensemble stuck out from under
a thick, wide belly. He pulled on it once, all the time
staring at me with a wide blank expression. I said
before that I get hit on a lot by black men, well,
considering that he still wasn't hard and that he
looked at me straight in the eye I had to conclude that
he was either pretty drunk or pretty far gone on
something.
Then he started to pee.
He had aimed it at my feet, but as the jet grew in
force it climbed up my legs, the thick warm stream
showering the dried cum from my thighs as I stroked
myself with a violent ferocity.
He had come into this stall to pee, and he didn't care
that I was there, he had to go. All I was to him was
something to pee on. This was worse than the other men,
to whom I was nothing more than a body to fuck, or a
mouth to come in. I was now a receptacle for human
waste, and as the piss splashed my hands I rubbed
myself even harder, but it wasn't enough to make the
humiliation and shame go away.
The warm yellow fluid ran under my fingertips, mixing
with my juices as I ran my fingers deeper and deeper
into me, trying to make the man vanish, but the whole
time staring mesmerized at him while he fixated me with
his stare. Then he stole a glance down at my body,
shooting out two last squirts of piss, both hitting me
square in the chest, a few drops splattering my face. I
looked down at his hand and saw that his thing had
grown a bit. It was now much thicker than the store
clerk's, but not much longer than Mickey's, about seven
inches. It was stiff, sticking straight out, and it was
getting closer.
I looked up at the black man as he stepped up to me,
the shower stall door swinging shut behind him. I tried
to back away, but had nowhere to go. Stepping on the
ledge that kept water from running out onto the street
I shot up, nearly to the height of the black man, and
then smelled his fetid breath just a moment before his
hands clutched my breasts violently.
"Please!" I cried, but I didn't know what I was asking
for. I felt his thick stubby dick jabbing me in the
thigh and I put a shaking hand down to touch it. "Do y-
you want me to suck you?" I asked gibbering with fear.
He smiled, and leaned hard into me moving his hands
down instead to clutch my ass pulling my hips close to
him while shoving me hard against the rickety wooden
wall. Resigned to what would happen next I twisted my
hips the way he was pulling and bent my knees,
spreading my thighs apart.
I took his penis and gingerly guided it to my hole.
Then, carefully I worked myself down onto the fat shaft
which filled me up so deeply inside that I thought
someone had inflated a balloon inside me. He began to
push, causing me to gasp for air with every thrust. His
hot, sour wine breath pelted me as his thick wiry beard
scratched my face. His strong hands grappled with my
wide flanks, pulling them apart, digging deep into the
supple flesh of my ass as he continued to pump deep
inside me, splitting me in two.
Supported by his firm grip I lifted my legs
involuntarily, trying to ease the pressure on the walls
of my vagina. His weight kept me pinned to the back
wall which creaked uncomfortably under my bare back. I
wrapped my legs around his sides, but he was too fat
for me to reach around him. With some effort I
extracted my hands from the weight of his tummy and
clutched his shoulders, as much to keep from slipping
down as to have something to squeeze to fend off the
insufferable stuffing which was not so much painful as
it was incredibly intrusive.
I surrendered myself wholly to this man's primal
instincts, twisting my hips to accommodate his thrusts.
Thankfully I had been sopping wet down there, not to
mention soaked with glycerin, so he had had no trouble
filling me up. The further I twisted my hips and spread
my legs the deeper he was able to plunge his shaft
inside me, hammering away at my insides, his thick
belly mashing down on my chest, tummy, and bush. I
could feel the pressure it created with every thrust of
his penis on my clitoris, grinding my little bud into
his driving shaft.
I could smell his thick secretions of sweat combined
with recumbent filth accumulated from years of living
on the streets. I knew that he was spreading that filth
all over my cum splattered, urine drenched body, and
pushing it deep inside my hole as the first bum who had
raped me had tried to do. The rape seemed to go on
forever, I was on the verge of fainting.
I could feel his thick hot drool running down my cheek
which he rested his mouth against as he hunched over
trying to force himself further and further up inside
me. His sweat was all over me, I could feel it running
down my sides in thick runnels, pooling up in the thick
folds of skin that I had made in my scrunched up
position.
Then he seized up, thrusting so hard that he
practically bounced me in the air, locking his arms
around me painfully, his coarse scratchy lips smashed
against mine, panting and heaving his fetid breath into
my mouth, drooling onto my wide lips, almost as wide as
his thick black mouth. His orgasm racked up inside me,
I couldn't feel it but my mind raced with images of
giant blobs splattering into my unprotected cervix,
racing into my uterus, big black sperm seeking out my
defenseless egg.
He had been motionless for several seconds when I dared
to open my eyes. I started to bring my legs down,
shifting my weight to take some of it off of his strong
hands. His calm dark eyes were calm, but bloodshot now.
When my feet found the ledge he lightened his grip on
my buttocks, caressing them gently now, running one
finger up and down the length of my crack like Mickey
does sometimes, but also rubbing my anus.
I have to admit that after the violent thrusting it
felt good and I relaxed into his soft round girth,
letting him caress me, letting his lips flutter over
mine, feeling his shaft soften inside me but still
filling me up. I didn't dare try to push myself off of
him, and I waited for him to get bored. He removed one
hand from my butt and brought it up to cradle my
breast, which swung free in the motion. He gently ran
his callused finger over the nipple, watching it
intently.
Not knowing what to do I started to gently knead his
shoulders. He obviously wanted a little after-play, or
perhaps to appreciate my body which he had not bothered
to do before ravishing me and planting his seed inside
me. I played along, even kissing him on the cheek.
"That was great," I whispered, and as his eyes darted
at mine I gave him a cautious open-mouthed kiss.
Returning the kiss in kind he would have been a much
better kisser than Evan had the sour smell not been
accompanied by a sour taste, but I didn't stop him. I
just wanted to satisfy him so he would leave me alone.
I still had to shave and clean up and Mickey was
probably already at the restaurant waiting for me. The
thought of facing Mickey for some reason didn't bother
me. I had never much cared about him sexually. But
Arnold and Evan, could I look them in the eye, they who
so openly lusted after me, Evan who practically owned
me, could I let them see me without being aware of how
cheapened I had become? That I had become the drinker
of other men's sperm and now had taken a giant black
mans semen in my vagina?
Finally the black mans penis had shrunk enough that the
force of my pussy pushed it out. I felt it fall wetly
against my thigh, and felt my vagina closing up behind
it, a great pressure on my inside had been released,
like that sore and uncomfortable feeling you get right
after you poo. He let go of my ass, which I again had
to admit left me feeling kind of let down, losing the
one source of small pleasure I had felt I was left with
the sore emptiness in my tummy, a scratched and bruised
backside, and still no hope for a shower.
He took a step back, looking me over. I looked him
over, he was more repulsive than before. Rather than
tall and proud as when he had come in he was slumped
and tired, his great belly sticking out even further
over his fat dick, which was dribbling a long dangly
trail of cum.
I was still terrified of him, and hoped he was ready to
leave now that he had had his fun, but I didn't want to
offend him, and when I saw him look down at his cum
capped shaft I went to my knees. Down here the smell
was worse, but not as bad as the first bums. His penis
had been cleansed in the deluge of my own juices, but
the odor of urine and other bacteria was still strong.
Nevertheless I reached out and took his penis with my
mouth, the act almost forming a habitual nature so
often had I been made to do it in the past couple of
hours. My hands planted on the ground I could hardly
reach up to the man's thick black penis, which I had
little trouble taking inside my wide mouth, though I
had to open it all the way. I lapped up the trailing
vestiges of semen off of the head, noticing the
familiar briny taste that the other bum had had, and
gulping it down with no problem.
In fact, after I was done I licked my lips to get the
last remnants and returned to suck a new drop that had
leaked out of his penis, an effort that rewarded me
with another surge of rich briny sperm. I sucked again,
trying to milk more of the jizz from the black bum's
cock, but at last he pushed my head off of his flaccid
shaft, pushed it back into the folds of his pants,
turned around and disappeared out the door, leaving me
kneeling in a puddle of his piss formed in the
obviously backed up drain. I rolled the last drops of
semen around on my tongue for a moment before
swallowing it, wishing he had not planted so much
inside me.
Then, as usual, I caught myself. I don't know how I
kept myself from screaming out loud, but instead I
collapsed in a fetal ball into the puddle of cooling
piss, shivering at the memory of my having so willingly
dropped down to my knees to give up the last of my
dignity to the man who had just raped me. It was so
much worse than it would have been had I let the clerk
have me. Perhaps he would have been nice, he certainly
cared a lot about pleasing me, which was more than any
of the bums had done.
But there I was lying face down in a pool of piss
instead, wishing I had let a violent ogre of a man
finish raping me and plant his seed in me while lying
on my back on a counter top in a convenience store. I
had sunk pretty low. Scarcely a single man had touched
me without forcing his shaft into my mouth, and I felt
for a moment that I'd never eat real food again, but
live on a diet of semen for the rest of my life. If
only Evan's sperm tasted as good as that of the bums.
That thought woke me up. I jerked up to my knees and
remembered again where I was and what I had to do. I
would just shave myself, get dressed, and leave. I
picked up the razor off the floor where I had set it
next to the glycerin, only the glycerin had been tipped
over and now mixed with the pee to form the puddle I
was kneeling in. My crotch was still well lubricated,
glycerin doesn't readily rub off, but when I reached
down between my crotch to feel for wetness I realized I
had no reason to worry.
Thick runnels of the black mans semen were filling up
the folds of my labia. The semen that had just moments
before been so succulent to me now disgusted me. It
served as a bold reminder of the violent intrusion I
had experienced, a final insult dripping out of my most
private, well until recently, regions.
I had nothing to wash myself off with but the puddle of
piss, so I had no choice but to live with it. I started
to work on my bush, shaving it off in big wads, not
caring any more about my tan line, just determined to
get the job done. After a couple strokes I realized I
had nothing to clean the razor with, so gritting my
teeth I shook it out in the puddle of pee and
continued.
When I reached my labia I had completely shaved the
front portion bald. Clumps of dried semen and filth
from the day's misadventures had left it a knotted mass
and I was glad to be free of the whole mess. I then sat
down with my back to the wall, trying to ignore the
cold piss that welled around my butt cheeks and sent
shivers where it touched my asshole. I spread my legs
wide apart, and pulled my lips together where the
chafing would be worst. The sperm continued to dribble
out, coating my lips with its gooey essence, but being
so close I didn't stop or try to clean myself, I just
shaved another patch and dipped it in the puddle of
pee.
That's when the door opened up and two boys stood
staring. I stared back in half a panic for a moment,
but had been hit so many times that day, a couple more
7 or 8 year old kids didn't keep me stunned for long.
"Shut the door!" I ordered. But one stood defiantly,
"The men's bathrooms are out of order, so my dad told
me to use this!"
I looked back at them, they were both, of course
gawking at me, astonished to see a naked woman much
less one in such a position. I wondered for a moment if
they knew what it was that was running out of my vagina
in thick creamy strands into the puddle I sat in. "What
are you doing?" the same boy asked, a short kid with
short brown hair. Behind them I saw that the parking
lot had begun to fill up, people were walking back and
forth.
"I'm shaving," I pleaded, "Please close the door." I
was futilely trying to contain the flow of jism from my
vagina with one hand. The other had gone modestly to my
nipples, spreading semen all over them.
The short boy's friend had tried to tug him away from
the door, but was ignored, "Why are you shaving?"
"Can't you see I'm naked? Please just leave me alone."
"Well, let me come in and we will." The boy declared. I
felt a strange crawling feeling creep up over me, and
once again, I knew I was under yet another mans power.
I nodded, and the boy came in, his clumsy toes
splashing piss everywhere while the other boy looked I
the doorway which he held slightly ajar.
"Where am I supposed to go?" the boy asked, for some
reason ignoring the fact that I was still spread-eagled
on the ground beneath him. I made a defiant gesture
indicating the puddle I was sitting in. "The drain's
backed up..." I started to say, but the boy wasted
little time in pulling his tiny thing out and letting
go right between my legs a jet-stream of piss that made
the puddle foam and sent streams of heat over my
freezing buttocks and into my frozen anus.
My shock was abated for a moment as the soothing heat
flowed over me, but as the boys piss stream built up it
moved and struck me right where I had been shaving. I
stared up in horror and fury as preadolescent pee
pummeled my vagina, held open and exposed, washing the
steady dribble of black mans semen into the growing
puddle I was sitting in. He was smiling, and began to
move his thing around, thoroughly bathing my crotch,
rinsing off the rogue hairs that I had shaved off,
leaving my lips smooth and shiny with little yellow
droplets forming where the glycerin had been rubbed.
I dropped the razor, standing up enraged, the piss
splashing all over me. Trying to avoid his stream I
knocked my head on the wall, and slipped, barely
catching myself on the wall as my breasts swung about
violently until I regained my balance by grabbing the
boy's shoulders. My chest was right up against his
face, and he stopped urinating as he pulled his head
back to avoid being swatted by my bosom, each one being
easily the size of his boyish head. "Get the fuck out
of here!" I demanded, shaking him.
"I'm gonna tell my dad!" He screamed, crying.
Again, the thought of being humiliated before an adult
after having been exposed to children filled me with
terror. "No," I pleaded. "Don't do that." I tried to
force a smile, "It's just not polite to pee on people
like that." But as quickly as the words were out of my
mouth I felt the warm jet pelting me, this time in the
tummy, running down into my crotch, the hot liquid
shooting straight up.
As degrading as it was it started to feel very good.
Were it not for the smell... I wanted to throttle him,
but I just smiled and glanced at his friend who was
watching with glee. He stuck a finger out, pointing at
my pussy and said, "You got stuff comin' out of your
coochie!"
I let go of the other boy and looked down. Indeed, the
bum's sperm was dangling from the part in my labia in a
long gooey tail, the boys piss running over my lips and
dripping off the end of the trail of jizz that had
dripped down from deep inside me to hang between my
parted legs. The boy in front of me stopped peeing
again to look, and I scooped it up with a free hand.
"It's just soap," I tried to explain, cupping my cunt
as much out of modesty as to staunch the endless flow
of jizz from my once very private and sheltered sex.
Now with the hair gone it was more exposed than ever
and I was humiliated to realize that two small children
had been the first to see my loins. For years I had had
men trying to sleep with me, treating me like a sex
object, goosing me in crowds, calling me names, all
sorts of thing. I knew it was because of my large
chest, wide hips and comparatively narrow waist, not
because I am particularly beautiful.
I also knew that most men think that Goth girls are
sluts, which is goes to show you that most men don't
think. Most of us are rather monogamous, and will only
date Goth guys who respect our bodies as much as our
minds.
Today, however, it seemed that I had become the object
everyone treated me like, and had thus plummeted to a
level that deserves no respect, dignity, or even the
right to refuse any man her body for anything. As I
stood there legs bowed, clutching myself to contain a
handful of sperm forced inside me by a large black bum
while two little boys pissed on me and laughed at me
while I smiled good-humoredly at them I became
convinced that I was indeed a sex object. I was nothing
more than a hole to be fucked. At the mercy of any man
who might turn his gaze my way.
"That's not soap!" the short boy insisted.
I smiled. "No it's not," I admitted.
"Well what is it then?" the other boy prodded, while
the short boy grabbed my boob.
I started to pull away, but as he pinched and squeezed
it I relaxed and let him explore. He was only six or
seven, he didn't really know what a breast was for.
"It's a man's cum." I said, responding to their
quizzical looks with. "It's what comes out of a man's
penis when he..." I realized the horror of illustrating
the act of sex to these boys. What if they wanted to
try it? "When he rubs his penis."
"Why's he rub his penis?"
The other boy blurted out, "Because it feels good, my
dad told me all about it. She was letting a man rub her
in there," he pointed at my pussy, his finger bare
millimeters away from the split of my labia sticking
out over my hand. "Now she's gonna have a baby." The
thought of that made me shudder, and he continued, "Why
are you holding it like that?"
The other boy laughed, "Are you gonna eat it?" they
both burst out laughing.
"Eat it!" they shouted together.
I smiled, trying to laugh with them, but for some
reason I was remembering the taste of the black man as
I willingly kneeled in his piss and put my lips over
the head of his cock. Scooping the puddled goo out of
my bare, shiny labia I raised my cupped hands to my
pouting mouth. My legs were shaking as I tried to force
a laugh for the boy's sake, but when I slowly pushed my
tongue out over my bottom lip to slurp up the puddle of
cum I was stung with the acrid bitter taste of the boys
piss.
Looking up I could see they were both staring at me
wide eyed, expectantly, in their innocence forgetting
all about my nudity. I stuck my tongue into the puddle,
the strong briny taste rolling onto my tongue through
the bitter watery pee and started to lap it up. I
Slurped the goo into my mouth in great gulps, letting
the jizz roll around on my tongue as it made its way
towards my throat and down into my tummy.
Both boys were making sounds of disgust, but I let
myself get enraptured in the act of degrading myself
further for these boys by the familiar heady flavor of
the homeless man's strong semen. It wasn't as good as
the pure stuff was, it wasn't as pleasant as having
gotten to lick it right from the source... The slamming
door shocked me. The boys were gone. I could hear them
running away and laughing.
Cum utterly covered my mouth and chin and I scrambled
to finish the mess and get on with dressing myself.
Licking my fingers clean and pushing what cum had run
down to my chin I realized that my bag was no longer
hanging on the door! Had the boys taken it? Standing on
the ledge I propped myself up to look over the doorway.
There on the sidewalk were my bag and my dress. They
must have been knocked down when the boys ran off.
I looked around the parking lot, and to my horror saw
several people, some teenagers skateboarding at the far
end of the lot, a couple of girls in bikini's with
their tight, hard bodies walking towards the beach. To
my right, only a couple cars away from the one parked
in front of the shower stall I was in, I saw two middle
aged men, conservative but working class types
eyeballing the girls. The kids were no longer in sight.
Watching the girls I calculated that the men would be
looking the other way as they got closer to the beach
so I waited for my moment, knots building up inside me,
heat flushing my loins, my legs and hands shaking like
leaves in a storm. When the moment was right I didn't
hesitate.
PART FOUR
I pushed the door open and took a small step onto the
warm cement sidewalk, then one large step, putting me
in reach of my bag, then bent double over to retrieve
it. What I hadn't taken into account was the strong
breeze that came up and tore the door out of my
trembling hands, slamming it back into the stall with a
loud cracking sound as I snatched the sack.
Looking up from my bent in half position I saw through
my legs both men turning to look, seeing my ass and
pussy spread wide on display for them. I stood straight
up, starting to turn and saw the two girls strutting
their firm tits and tight asses under their slinky
bikini's looking as well.
They burst out into laughter as my breasts fell back
down into place and turned and walked away. Heat
flushed into my face, my groin started to burn and my
stomach was on the verge of a seizure. I reached out
and grabbed for the shower stall door, determined to
not let another human being see me naked for as long as
I lived. But the door was stuck.
Maybe it was the boys slamming it, or the black bums
forceful tearing at the door, but it had fallen and
knocked itself behind the door jam, where it resisted
my efforts to pull it back open, and wouldn't swing
inwards. I could feel my boobs slapping against my rips
as I desperately seized at the door. All my worst
nightmares had come true.
It was anyone's worst nightmare. I was standing alone
in a public place utterly naked with nothing to cover
myself. My world tunneled down to a narrow field, my
hands and the door. Let me in, I silently begged, make
it all stop. My eyes were going gray, and I started to
become worried that I would faint, to be found naked
with cum dribbling out of me, and my panic grew.
Then a warm hand touched my shoulder.
I jumped, spinning around, my back slamming into the
wall of the door. I was facing the two men, both in
their early forties, both clean-shaven and balding. One
had a gut pushing over his belt, the other was really
skinny. They both wore large shorts and had knobby
knees. They wore T-shirts that said Santa Cruz and
California respectively. The fat balding man put his
hand out, presumably to steady my shaking body, and it
worked. I froze solid.
He said, "Hey hon, we're just trying to help." The
other guy leaned forward, his eyes involuntarily
darting from my face to the ground to scanning my ample
flesh exposed for him and anyone else to see, "Yeah,
why don't you let us have a look at the door?" I looked
at the other guy, who was looking down at my chest. He
looked up suddenly, blushing and glanced away, "Yeah,
let Charley here have a look."
Have a look, I thought, they could already see
everything. As much as any man I would ever know would
see. But they just smiled, waiting politely, their
faces looking in every direction from embarrassment,
but always returning to steal a glimpse of my nudity. I
steeled myself to move, then took a step from the door.
They were so close that I had to walk towards the
chubby guy, since there was no where else to move. He
held still for a moment, perhaps as mesmerized by my
public exposure as I was.
Charley stepped up to the door, but he took a moment to
put his hand out and touch my back, gently nudging me,
or perhaps trying to reassure me that I was in good
hands. "Dan why don't you take her back to the car?" he
said as he started to examine the door.
"And let all those skateboarding hooligans see her?" I
looked into Dan's eyes imploring his not to make me go
anywhere. He smiled a polite middle-class gentleman's
smile at me and shook his head. "No Charley, you just
get that door open, so this young lady..." his voice
trailed off and I caught him staring at my bosom, his
eyes fixated on my wide, erect nipples which heaved up
and down with my ragged panting breath.
Being scared wasn't much different from being fucked,
the thought occurred to me. Dan glanced up into my
scared eyes, "Sorry miss, I've just never..." he looked
away, and I looked over at Charley, who was working the
door open slowly by pulling it upwards. Even doing
that, he had his head turned and fixated on my butt.
I dropped a hand to my bottom, running it over my
cheeks, then realizing it was futile to try and cover
my ample features. I had a large chest and a wide,
round butt, and men found that desirable. More so for
sex than for looks, from what it seemed, and that meant
that men would become all the more animal around me
than, say, thinner girls.
I looked back at Dan, he was looking at me again, both
of us looked down. When I did I saw a short little pup-
tent growing in his baggy shorts. Dan saw that I saw,
and turned to hide it. My legs were weak, as they had
been all along. The stress was starting to weight
heavily on me and I put a hand out to steady myself,
clutching Dan by the shoulder, "Mister..." I whimpered.
His arms were instantly around me, supporting me. My
chest was smashed against his, and resting comfortably
on his gut. One of his arms propped me up in the center
of my back, the other low on my waist. Too low, I
though, since a hand was firmly planted on my right
butt cheek, bare inches away from my damp, glistening,
cum-drenched vagina.
I was too short of breath and too scared to object
though. I was just happy to drift off and let Dan hold
me, the first gentle man I had met since the clerk had
taken me on to his counter. Before he raped me, that
was. But this guy reminded me of my dad, firm and
protective. My dad never looked at me the way Dan did,
however. Then again he never saw me naked. I started
thinking about my daddy when Charley saw what I was
doing.
"Dan she's younger than your daughter for Christ
sakes."
"I'm just holding her up. She's almost feinted."
"Well you're practically molesting her!" Charley
shouted. I could feel Dan's shaft pushing against my
tummy, just above my newly shaved groin. I let him hold
me up, putting more weight against him and rubbing
myself up against his hard thing. I heard him gasp, hot
air sliding down over my neck and back, but I was
dizzy, enjoying the moment of numbness. I was afraid
that if I pushed him away I'd feel nervous and exposed
again.
Was that how I'd gotten into trouble with the other
guys? By not saying 'No.' when I had the chance?
Pushing the thought back I continued to push myself
against Dan's penis. Slowly, so neither he not Charley
would suspect my deliberate intentions. As long as I
did that, I thought, Dan would hold me and I would feel
safe. I thought of my dad again, rubbing my tummy into
Dan's dick made me feel like I was doing my dad,
letting him rub against me like boys did in high school
when I didn't really realize what they were doing.
"C'mon honey. The door's open," I heard faintly. The
hand dropped from my back and gently pushed me on the
shoulder, trying to encourage me to turn around, but I
hung on tighter, gyrating my pelvis into Dan's, rubbing
my pussy against his bare thigh. My hand dropped to
touch his thing, but as I did, my fingers gently
exploring the length and size of his shaft I woke up. I
looked right up into Dan's eyes, shock on both our
faces.
I tried supporting myself but found myself leaning even
heavier on his arm, his hand digging deep into the soft
flesh of my ass, one finger rubbing at the edge of my
ass. He must have moved it while I was zoning out. I
could feel it sliding over the tight folds of my
asshole with the lubrication from my recent raping. I
turned to look at Charley. He stood next to the now
open door staring at me as I let his friend run his
roving finger over my willing asshole, one hand firmly
clutching Dan's dick.
I let go, Dan's hands flew off me like I'd burnt him. I
stooped down, snatched up the swimsuit bag and dashed
inside the stall, my feet landing on damp, but
otherwise dry, cement as the slow seepage had drained
out the piss. The strong breeze had blown away most of
the piss odor and I gratefully stepped into the stall,
spinning around to see Charley and Dan staring at me
with wide eyes still, but unabashed wonder. I grabbed
the door and pulled it from Charley, who let it go.
"Thank you," I said sweetly and honestly with a smile,
my voice echoing in the small room. Then I pulled the
door shut and literally tore the bag open to extract
the suit.
"You need to learn some control," I heard Charley
saying in low tones outside.
Dan replied, "How do I control myself with a woman like
that?"
"She was vulnerable and she needed our help."
I barely heard Dan whisper, "But she grabbed my dick."
"Your daughter's older than she is."
I pushed my legs through the tight openings.
Dan was talking still, "Meg hasn't put out more than
once a week in five years, I just couldn't help myself.
What would you have done." Charley laughed aloud,
quickly hushing up, thinking I couldn't hear as I
struggled to pull the suit up past my waist. He
whispered, "She's just a scared girl."
"Did you see her?" Dan butt in, "She had cum on her
mouth. Her pussy was shaved and dripping wet. Her whole
ass was slick. She's a beach bunny, she probably ran
out just to get our attention. She must sit in there
all day waiting for guys to come in and..."
"Dan you are so full of shit!"
I was frozen, terrified at what Dan thought of me.
Charley went on. "I mean she had something on her
mouth, and I know you don't see a shaved woman every
day, but that doesn't mean that she's some beach
trollop who puts out for any man. I mean what would she
want with a couple of middle aged balding salesmen?"
"You saw her, she's short and chubby. Guys around here
go for those tall tanned girls, that girl was white as
a ghost."
There was a pause.
I continued getting into my suit and realized that my
dress was still on the ground outside. The suit was
very tight, as tight as I'd remembered it and it rode
up uncomfortably on my labia, but fortunately without
the painful chafing. I struggled to make it cover
something of my ass but trying to pull it up to cover
my chest pulled it up tight, again making a thong that
ran up my back exposing my flanks to the world.
Charley was mumbling, "You really think she's sitting
in there waiting for us to..."
I could feel the crotch absorbing the moisture of the
remains of the sperm and my piss drenched backside. I
pulled one strap up over my shoulder preparing to
thrust my breasts into the tiny one-piece when the door
flew open. Dan stood there with one hand held out
indicating me while Charley stared on. I had one hand
nestled into the crotch of the suit trying to relieve
pressure and it served to expose my new baldness for
the two men to re-examine.
Dan must have lost some of his courage, because we all
froze for a moment. Then he came to his senses, glanced
at Charley and stepped inside letting the door close
behind him. I stepped back, allowing him more room and
saw him glaring at me with contempt he hadn't shown
before. He reached down and started to undo his shorts
while I pulled my hands up to try to cover myself, but
Dan stepped closer, I felt the ledge at my heels and
stepped up on it, just like before. I closed my eyes
and waited.
Dan wasted no time. He put his arms around me and
grabbed my ass, slipping one hand down to pull up one
leg so my pussy was open for him to plunge in, which he
did. He fucked my like that for a long time, his shaft
not as thick as the black mans or the store clerks, but
longer. He was also more in control, his rhythm steady
and deliberate. He used my elevated position to get my
nipple in his mouth, though it required some stooping.
In a few minutes he was fucking and sucking me, sending
shivers through my body, each thrust a gentle, painful
reminder of the abuse my tender body had taken so far
that day. I gasped with each thrust, moaning and
groaning at his incessant lust, pushing my hips out to
take him deeper in the hopes that he would come sooner,
but this was no boy.
Being as old as he was he took a long time to finish,
stopping every once and a while to catch his breath.
When he seemed like he was going to start again I would
kiss him, trying to buy my aching vagina a little more
time, but it wouldn't stop him, it just encouraged him,
and prevented the pleasant shivers I got when he sucked
so artfully on my nipples.
"You like it don't you?" he asked several times, "This
is what you wanted isn't it?"
Every time he asked I just kissed him, or thrust my
nipple back in his mouth, letting him drive his long
dick inside me, spreading my lips apart. At one pint I
remembered the cum that had run so freely out of me,
and I said, "When you cum, pull out."
"Is that what you like?" he grinned, "You like it when
guys cum on your mouth?" He started thrusting harder,
causing me to moan harder and louder, "Is that what you
did to the last guy?"
I nodded, unable to speak, hoping he would understand.
He started pumping harder, faster and faster, until I
was gasping in short squeaks. He ran his lips over
mine, which engulfed his over and over as he built up
for orgasm.
When he started to come I gasped, "Don't cum inside me,
put it in my mouth, please."
But he was already cummming, he pulled back, sliding
his orgasming dick out of my smooth slick vagina. His
hand clutched the base of his dick in an awkward way
and though cum dribbled heavily off the tip none shot
out. He had already come inside me, and I knew that the
first shot was the one with all the sperm, but he was
waiting, expecting me to take the rest of it.
For the fourth time, with as many men in one afternoon,
I knelt down and parted my thick luscious lips for a
strange mans cock as life giving semen ran through them
onto my tongue, filling my world with the scent and
taste of semen.
I knelt there, moving my mouth up and down over his
shaft, letting him milk every last drop from his
manhood into my body, a vessel for his pleasures. I
submitted myself to his guilty desires, proving true to
his theory that I was nothing but a beach slut who
waited for men to take her in any way they wished, all
for the taste of his semen. I licked and sucked on his
shaft until it was clean but for my saliva, and it was
soft.
I felt his goo dribbling out of my hole as I knelt, my
legs spread apart, and I looked up into his soft
adoring eyes. All trace of contempt was gone, and I
thought again of my dad as he looked on so lovingly,
his penis in my mouth getting softer with every gentle
suck or squeeze with my thick pouting lips. He seemed
taller now, more confidant, while my tongue did laps
around the head of his long penis.
He ran his hands through my hair enjoying the service I
was giving him. He hadn't tasted so good. He was lot
like Evan, though it was bitter and smelled bad, but I
was eager to please him, as I was eager to please my
father when I would run home as a child with an A+
paper from school. I swallowed his semen with no
difficulty this time, occupied as I was with examining
the taste and pleasuring his penis. "All right little
lady," he began, "That's enough." And he pulled his
penis out of my mouth.
"Yes sir," I said, "Can I go now?"
As he put himself away and made himself decent he said,
"Well don't you think it's only fair that you do
Charley too?" I looked up at him, scared again, the
warm comfortable feeling slipping away as he looked on
with displeasure. I nodded my head to him and looked
down.
A few moments later he was gone, and Charley had
entered, looking nervous. I waited for him to make a
move, but when he didn't I realized that I was going to
have to make it for him. I was scared of making Dan
angry, so I stood up, put my arms around Charley's tall
shoulders and kissed him, gently, then with growing
passion on the lips. Between kisses Charley mumbled,
"Dan says you like it in the mouth."
I wanted to scream, but I couldn't. I was playing a
part and I had to see it through, otherwise I might
have three men's cum inside me. I decided I wouldn't
let Dan down, but I would also cover my bases, I mean
what's one more mouthful of sperm.
"I love it when a men lets it go in my mouth," I said
as convincingly as I could. Then I reached down and
started to stroke his cock through his shorts.
Charley let me kiss him again, but when I started to go
down he stopped me.
"Uh, I'm a bit old fashioned, could we do it normal for
a bit first?" Still playing the part I smiled broadly
at him. I suddenly pushed the bathing suit down,
relieving the awful pinching of the suit against my
sides and crotch. Completely naked now I saw Charley
looking me over with growing interest. He put his hands
out and started to fondle me every which way, an action
which I found very soothing after all the men who had
just forced their way into my sex.
He kissed me all over and when I turned around he moved
up behind me. I stepped up onto the ledge, pushed my
butt out a bit, and reached between my legs to take
Charley's dick. He had pulled it out and I guided it
inside me. Taken from behind was much nicer as all the
bruising had been against my pelvic bone, though I was
still very sore.
Charley had a nice penis. It wasn't too long and its
shaft wasn't too thick, but he wasn't too small either.
It fit inside me nicely and I let him have his way with
me, running his hands over my body pushing himself deep
inside me, kissing my neck and shoulders and telling me
the whole time I was beautiful.
It was undoubtedly the single most pleasurable sex I
had ever had. My hands being free to gently stroke
myself I found myself rising to climax quickly,
grinding my ass back to meet Charley's steady deep
thrusts so as to increase my own pleasure. For a man I
hadn't wanted to touch a few minutes before I found
myself deeply aroused, but then, considering what I had
been through today, being at least half in control was
definitely a big part of that.
For as long as it had taken Dan it took Charley longer,
pleasuring me with his deep steady thrusting while I
brought myself off with my hands. Charley would stroke
my nipples whenever I came, sending lines of
electricity through my body until I was screaming and
panting, gasping for air, unable to stand.
Charley had stopped, he was just holding me up, still
buried inside my sex.
"What's wrong?" I asked. "I want you to finish."
He was silent for a moment, "I already did." He finally
said, guiltily.
My high shattered. Why wouldn't anyone listen to me.
Why did he have to ruin such a wonderful experience by
coming inside me, planting more chances for me to get
pregnant. But then it wasn't the news so much as the
revelation that I had so willingly given myself over to
these men that brought me down so low. It had been one
thing for me to stand in fear as the clerk molested me,
or the bums forcefully had their way with me. It was
another altogether to be encouraging total strangers to
have sex with me, to come in my mouth.
Charley was trying to be nice, "If you'd like there's
probably some left."
I just shook my head, "I have to go meet my boyfriend."
Tears were welling up in my eyes Charley seemed shocked
to hear this, but he just let go, his softening dick
slipping out of me. I bent down to retrieve my suit
while Charley stared sheepishly around him, then he
moved towards the door.
I wanted to thank him, or something, but I was too
distraught at this new turn of events in my life. Was
this how I held up to pressure? Was this how I behaved
when things were against me? Total submission? Pulling
on the bathing suit distracted me long enough to
compose myself as Charley walked out, Dan craning his
neck to look in and catch another glimpse of me.
After I was dressed I pushed open the stall door to
find Dan and Charley waiting. They jerked to attention,
but I just strode out and picked up my dress, then made
my way for the bathrooms with as much dignity as I
could muster. I could feel Charley's sperms dribbling
out of my vagina, dripping down my thigh, but I
pretended to ignore it as I brushed past the two of
them without comment, making my way to the bathrooms
where hopefully they had running water and a mirror.
I was conscious of the stares I was attracting from
people getting into and out of their cars. My entire
backside was exposed by the tiny suit, but I just acted
as if this was normal, and it was since most women went
around in less than I had on at the beach.
To get to the bathroom I had to pass by the teenagers
who were skateboarding off of the parking curbs. They
stopped, one by one, to stare as I walked past, each
one transfixed, several whistling or calling out to me
to come join them. I plodded resolutely on towards the
bathroom.
When I reached the door I turned around and saw the
crowd of skaters, still staring after me. I looked
straight at one of them, a tall boy older than the
rest, winked and blew him a kiss. Then I walked into
the bathroom.
The door was an iron grate that was chained open to the
wall, but I hadn't seen any women around the parking
area and assumed I would have a few minutes. I dropped
my dress and my purse, pulled the skimpy suit off my
body, cranked the sink to full and proceeded to douse
myself in water.
At least I would be clean when I met Mickey later.
Well... most of me...
Rubbing the last of my smeared make-up off of my face I
could feel the heat of Charley's sperm running down my
thigh. I knew that without a douche or an enema bag
that there would be no way to purge the excess sperm
swimming around inside of me, but I started splashing
myself there all the same. It was a sheer joy to feel
the cold water rinsing the days filth from my skin,
letting all of the cum and piss run off me onto the
floor to disappear into the drain in the center of the
room. But the thought of all those tiny little sperm in
my vagina wouldn't leave me alone.
I knew I didn't have anything in my purse that would
serve to flush me out, and even though I knew I might
already be pregnant or diseased, the thought of leaving
all that semen inside me to increase my chances was
making me weak and nervous. I thought that maybe if I
pushed something up inside me it would help purge the
infestation of unwelcome jism, but the biggest thing I
had was a mascara stick, and that was only three inches
long. Then I heard scuffling at the door. I turned to
look but saw nothing, hearing only a telling "Shh."
It must have been the boys. I started to kick myself
for having winked, and grabbed for my suit.
But then I realized that they might have something for
my problem. I startled, shaking my head. I couldn't
possibly be considering asking one of them to have sex
with me just to pump out the excess sperm in me could
I? I didn't know which thought was worse. Further
violating my promise to Mickey to be faithful or to
have to look him in the eye with the sperm of three men
swimming around inside me. What if he wanted to fool
around, what if he touched me and found that my pussy
had been used by another man, how could I explain that
I was still his faithful girlfriend.
I heard some more scuffling, and clutching the skimpy
suit to my chest looked up, seeing two small faces
peering in. They both vanished as suddenly.
"Hey," I whispered.
No reply.
"You can come in," I said, my legs shaking and my tummy
quivering. This was the worst yet. Before I had been
violently taken, scared into submission, and caught
while in shock. Now I was not only myself, but I was
actively soliciting another invasion into my privacy
and my dignity. What was worse, I was doing it from two
peeping tom teenagers, hardly out of puberty.
But still they didn't come out.
I took a step towards the doorway, their shadows
clearly outlined on the floor. I clutched the suit to
my chest, then realized that I would have to show
myself anyway if I was going to let one of them have
me. Besides, if they were reluctant to listen, perhaps
my body would convince them to be more bold.
Dropping the suit and taking a deep breath I rounded
the corner and stepped into the blinding sun.
It only took a moment for my eyesight to return. I was
looking at two very young teenagers, possibly younger
than Evan. Further away the entire crowd of
skateboarders, maybe ten boys were staring. Obviously
they had been watching the two younger boys attempt to
catch a glimpse of me.
Ten, maybe more, boys staring at me, naked in full
view. My pale white skin, shining with water still
dripping off my nipples and beading up on my glycerin
coated labia, shaved and exposed for all to see. I
wanted to dart back inside, but the damage was done,
and I still didn't know what to do about the sperm
inside me.
Shaking, on the verge of tears, I looked at one of the
two boys, a small guy with longish brown hair falling
in greasy locks over his shoulders.
Forcing a weak smile on my lips I said, "Don't you want
to come in?"
He looked at his friend, then at the crowd of gawkers.
He took a step towards me, his face dotted with tiny
pimples, braces on his teeth. He looked at his friend
once more, then reached out, taking me in his arms, and
planted a kiss on me, his braces rubbing painfully
against my soft lips.
I let him kiss me, running his hand down my body, while
everyone watched me, naked, taking this young boy. To
them it must have seemed that I was asking him for it,
and I was. Just a wanton slut throwing myself around at
any man who comes near.
The other boy, a young curly haired boy stood up
straight and barked, "What about me? It was my idea."
He was younger than the one who now held me. The boy
kissing me stopped, and clumsily pushed me towards the
bathroom, for privacy fortunately. As we were walking
in he turned over his shoulder and said, "You can do
her next."
Do her. That's what they were doing, all of them. The
thought of letting two boys take me made me mad, but I
couldn't tell him why I was asking him to do it. I had
to let them believe what they thought: That I was just
a slut who couldn't wait for a dick in her pussy.
Stopping, I turned around and put my hand on the boy's
shaft. It was already rock hard.
I pulled down his baggy swimming trunks just enough to
reveal it and wrapped my hand over its length. It was
pretty small, shorter than Evans and not as thick,
though it bowed out in the middle. He was staring at me
with wide eyes, "M-my names... Mitch." He stammered
unable to believe what was happening to him. I could
understand why.
He wasn't an attractive boy, but like Evan. He was a
geeky pimple faced kid. He was gangly, greasy, and for
a thirteen year old had already started working on a
beer gut. He had probably never even kissed a girl, and
probably wouldn't for years. I imagined that I was
building up to be the single biggest thrill of his
life. He was gasping from the stroking I was giving
him. I realized I had to explain the rules to him.
"Mitch, I want you to make love to me. I want you to
fuck me, right here, right now," then I squeezed his
shaft a little harder, he gasped again, "but I don't
want you to cum in me. If you cum in me I'll get in
trouble." I realized I would have to offer him an
incentive to help avoid what Dan and Charley had done.
"When you start to get close pull out, and I'll finish
you off with my mouth." With that I planted another
kiss on him, letting me feel the softness and
lusciousness of my lips. I let him imagine what I would
do with those lips. "I love the taste of cum, Mitch.
All I want is a taste of your cum."
Then I let him go and looked for a place to lay down. I
grabbed my dress off the floor and spread it out on a
spot where there wasn't any water, not that it mattered
much; it was still damp from the bathroom where I'd
eaten Evans sperm. I lay down on my back, while Mitch
pulled his shorts off, leaving him naked but for a pair
of sneakers, which he left on.
He lay down on top of me, hands and knees first, then
crushed me as he tried to lay up against me, clumsily
not knowing what to do with his arms and legs. He
started prodding me with his little thing, not knowing
how to guide it in, and I reached down and took it,
aligning it with my vagina and putting my hand on his
bony butt and gently pulling.
That was the last gentle thing that happened. For the
next five minutes Mitch lost control, stopping every
minute or so as if about to cum. I would ask him to put
it in my mouth, but he would say 'Just a bit longer.
You feel so good.' Or 'You're so beautiful.' I let him
pummel away at him, after all he was doing me a favor,
I owed it to him to let him have a good time though his
skinny penis and jerky movements gave me little in the
way of pleasure.
Nevertheless I tried to make it better for him by
matching his thrusts and running my hands over his
smooth boyish ass. I kissed him a lot, trying to show
him how to make love to a grown woman and generally
live up to the greatest experience of his young life. I
wrapped my legs around his narrow body, and ground my
soft plush hips into his bony pelvis.
But when he started to cum he lost control, pushing
down on me, forcing me to take his sperm deep inside
me, totally unaware of me or anything. He just shook
and then froze on top of me.
"I'm sorry," He finally said, pulling off of me, as if
he was ashamed. He sat up, looking down at my body, my
breasts smashed flat on my chest, my legs spread wide
with my feet still resting on his hips, my pussy spread
open wide, still digesting his unwelcome bath of semen.
I couldn't believe it. Why couldn't anyone listen, now
I had four men's sperm inside me. The thought of having
exposed myself to all those men, and having betrayed
Mickey yet again with a near child made me want to cry.
"Oh Mitch..." I started saying, but I couldn't tell him
what was really on my mind, I had to pretend that I was
disappointed that I hadn't gotten my sperm. Mitch
blurted out, "I still have some left." With that he
hopped to his feet and scampered around to my head,
kneeling down and offering me up his penis, still
erect, but covered with bubbling globs of beige goo.
What could I do? I had told him I craved the taste of
sperm, he was just trying to be nice.
For the umpteenth time that day, I leant over to open
my lips and take a man's penis in my mouth. Opening my
mouth I licked my lips and pushed my little tongue out.
Then a scuffling sound alerted me to the door, and
between my spread legs I could see four or five faces
peering in. They had seen the whole show, and were now
staring at my wide open labia as I craned my neck to
sample the last dribbled of semen from Mitch's mouth. I
couldn't stop.
Something in me made me continue, leaving my legs open
while all those boys stared at me. I started lapping up
the drops of Mitch's jizz, then took the thin shaft in
my mouth, rolling my tongue over it and running my
plush lips up and down the length of his shaft while
Mitch moaned hysterically. Having tasted Mitch's sperm,
a faintly bleachy but otherwise bland taste I let him
go and laid back down. "It was great Mitch."
"Can I be next?" a cry went up from the crowd at the
door. "I'll cum in your mouth!" The boys burst out
laughing, but the little curly haired boy strode out
from the crowd, only to be grabbed by another, bigger
boy. The big boy, who must have been almost 18 pulled
him back and stepped up to the front.
"How about it miss?" he asked politely, "I mean, can we
uh..." but shyness or just plain embarrassment stopped
his voice.
I propped myself up on my elbows. With all these boys
watching it would be humiliating, but I was already
humiliated, tears welling up in my eyes and my
breathing short and quick. The thought of one more
stranger sampling my body was terrifying to say the
least, but now I not only had Dan's, Charley's and the
black mans sperm inside me, but Mitch's too. I don't
know why I thought that letting another man fuck me
would pump the sperm out, but I was desperate for
anything at this point to reduce the chances I'd get
pregnant.
"If you promise to cum in my mouth," I blurted out, my
stomach seizing up at what I had just asked for. In
front of a growing crowd of boys, my legs spread wide,
I had just offered to trade sex for a mouthful of cum.
The older boy gestured over his shoulder at the group,
"For all of us?" he asked, smiling again.
I looked up and counted almost twelve smiling young
acne ridden faces. Looking back at the older boy I
shook my head, closing my legs and starting to pick
myself up.
He said, "That's the deal." Calmly, though I could see
his hands were shaking.
How could I endure twelve boys fucking me, pummeling me
with their thin and thick shafts? Would any of them be
able to control themselves better than Mitch had, or
even Dan and Charley for that matter? I realized right
then and there that my plan was futile, even if I did
manage to pump out the semen there would still be sperm
untouchable in my uterus. Now the sperm of four men. At
that I realized that I might wind up with the sperm of
sixteen men inside me if I was to let this continue.
"No," I whimpered, "No, please just leave me alone."
But the boys were there in force, I had already offered
myself to one of them, and he didn't seem about to give
up his claim. Not with the twelve of them backing him
up. I began to get scared. Real scared. I was losing
control of the situation again, and realized that the
only hope I had was to give into them. That way I
could, perhaps, keep them from coming inside me again.
But I had made the older boy mad. He took a meaningful
stride towards me. I don't know if he was ready to
really rape me yet, but I was so scared that having all
the other, younger boys looking on might hurt his pride
if I didn't placate him.
"I'm sorry," I sat up, crossing my legs and putting my
hands in my lap. I could feel Mitch's cum gathering in
my labial folds. "I'm just still sore from Mitch." I
tried to explain, not wanting to admit that I had been
had by so many men that day, or to the extent that I
was sore. "I don't have any protection from pregnancy,
and I was afraid..." I ran out of things to say, so I
added, "There are so many of you."
The older boy seemed satisfied. He had saved his pride,
and, of course, he was still going to get to have me.
He shooed Mitch away with his hand, Mitch scampered off
to find his shorts, then he turned to the boys and
shouted for them to leave, to go outside and wait until
I was ready for them. He seemed to have taken charge of
the distribution of my body.
As the boys scurried out he sat down next to me,
running his hands down my back and sides, reaching up
to touch my breasts, "I've never been with a girl who's
tits were as big as yours." He said cradling my boob.
"Please," I asked submissively, "Don't let them all in
here to fuck me."
I rubbed my crotch for added emphasis, to remind his
that I was sore. "Well you can give some of them blow
jobs, right?" he asked, but it wasn't so much a
question as a matter of fact statement. That would
certainly help, but the thought of that much cum, the
thought of giving myself to so many boys, there was no
way I could submit myself to the most degrading act I
could to twelve strangers who weren't old enough to
drive.
He went on, pushing his hand down to my pussy where he
explored freely as I moved my hands for him, "That's
what you said to Mitch wasn't it?" I looked at him
questioningly and he explained, "That you love eating
cum."
Caught in the lie I had no choice but to nod nervously.
He smiled and pulled his shorts down, pushing me down
onto my dress, "Don't worry," he said, "I'll let you
eat mine like you did Mitch." Then he climbed on top
and with only slightly more elegance than Mitch started
to fuck me. His dick wasn't much bigger, but it filled
me nicely, like Charley's did, and his fucking was all
right I suppose, for how sore I was.
I treated him much like I had treated Mitch, doing
everything I could for him to make him as satisfied as
possible, including bucking up to meet his thrusts and
kissing him passionately. Unlike Mitch he pulled out
just in time, splattering me with his sperm, and
lunging forward to thrust his sputtering cock into my
mouth, which he fucked and pumped into, milking himself
on my lips while I struggled to keep from gagging on
the strong acrid jizz. I forced it down, gulping shot
after shot of the nasty stuff, while he rocked back and
forth, finally coming to a halt.
He got up, pulled his shorts up while I panted heavily,
lying on my back with cum splattered all over me. I
heard a footstep, then opening my eyes saw another boy
undoing his shorts, this one stripping completely
naked. I shot up, my breasts colliding painfully in the
center and swinging back and forth. "Let me give you a
blow job," I offered, half begging.
But he shook his head, "I've never been with a girl
before." He admitted blushing, "I just wanted."
I looked at him, sympathy for the boy welling up in me,
but how could he be so selfless for my needs. I laid
back down, letting the chubby youth stroke me with his
stubby fingers. He was pretty fat, and like Mitch had
probably never even dated. I was probably the only
chance he'd have to have sex for years. "You sure are
one hot chick," he said, and while I spread my legs
open he mounted me, his girth knocking my wind out and
the sweaty flesh mashed into me.
He spent a lot of time playing with me; sucking on my
breasts, fingering my pussy, just exploring my body,
and I gave it to him with everything I could. I gave
him more than I had given to Mitch, serving him like a
high class prostitute, making sure that everything was
as wonderful as possible for him.
Why I tried so hard for him and the boy after him, and
the one after that I don't know, but for some reason it
was very important that I make sure they all had the
time of their lives, perhaps to add some meaning to my
total degradation. I humiliated and debased myself so
low that the chance to raise my esteem in their eyes
must have been my only hope of redemption.
I let the fat boy cum inside me, and the one after
that. When the older boy came back for seconds I went
down on him in spite of the acrid taste. In fact I
begged him for the chance to I was getting so sore.
After what might have been hours while the boys guarded
the doors (as I found out from one of them who had
trouble getting an erection) I was exhausted, drenched
in cum, saliva and my own juices.
I hadn't had a single orgasm, but the task of servicing
all those boys had driven the need from me, making me
numb in my sheer exhaustion. My arms, mouth and legs
were all sore, my pussy ached ferociously. Thick white
creamy globules now ran freely, a solid line from my
labia to the floor, and puddling up around my ass. When
the older boys came back for seconds they wouldn't
touch my pussy thank god, so drenched in cum it was. I
had to fellate them, however, turning my soft lips into
the service my labia were meant to perform, and taking
all their sperm, some salty, some bitter, but swallow
it all I had to and I did, until I was full of it.
The jizz was all over my face, slicking back my hair,
covering my wide flanks and tummy, spreading down in a
viscous cloudy pool to my knees. My dress had soaked so
much sperm that the goo now just pooled up between the
folds.
Actually a bit of cum had dribbled out of me and
stained the front of the skirt, but damnit, that was
how it felt to have all those boys use me. A teaspoon
of semen feels like a gallon when you've been forced to
assimilate twelve of them into your body multiple times
through one orifice or another in under an hour. I had
been splattered in the face and the tummy so many times
I had no idea how many times I'd been used, and as I
pulled myself up off the ground I was genuinely
astonished to see myself in the mirror.
I was a bit sweaty, my nipples were purple and swollen,
and my hair was a mess, but otherwise I looked
absolutely normal. I couldn't believe that I wasn't
drenched in semen. The normal wetness in my crotch
couldn't possibly be the semen of ten or twelve men
could it? I was cold, sore, and weak, and I stepped
into my suit, the last of the boys sitting on the
ground were I had just made him cum into my mouth
watching as I pulled the thin scrap of cloth into the
line between my butt cheeks. Smiling whenever I looked
at him, acting like we were in love or something.
I just smiled back, feeling guilty somehow for the
contempt I had for him. Didn't he know that I had been
terrorized all day? Didn't he know that when a girl is
confronted by twelve men that there is no way to say
"no."
Stuffing my breasts into the suit I washed my face
again, pushing my hair back and rinsing and spitting,
rinsing and spitting, but I couldn't get the taste of
cum out of my mouth. So much cum. I felt a hand touch
my behind. The boy was there. In the mirror I saw
another couple of boys, probably checking to see if
they could get their seconds or thirds.
"You were great," he said. "My names Dave. What's
yours."
As I stood, bending over a sink with a fourteen year
old with greasy skin fondling my ass he asked me my
name. As I rinsed my mouth out over and over to wash
the taste of him and his buddies cum from my mouth he
rubbed and pinched and squeezed. As I fretted over the
ramifications of having had at least ten or fifteen
different loads of sperm shot at my cervix he was
trying to be social.
I stopped washing, grabbing his hand roughly and
pushing it away. I spun around and looked at one of the
other boys, a short chubby one who clung to a
skateboard like it was a teddy bear, "Give me your
shirt."
He paused for a moment, then pulled it off. I snatched
it from him and proceeded to dry my face off, then my
neck and chest while three boys who had just had their
penis' in me gazed on, watching me strut around in a
skimpy one piece bathing suit that probably would have
gotten me arrested in Brazil.
"Sluts don't have names," I said to the boy who had
just fed me my last serving of jism. "We're just here
for your amusement."
He was dumbfounded, so were the other two boys. I went
over to where my dress was. It was partly dry from the
days heat, though the sweat stain from my body and the
cum stain were pretty noticeable. I ran the spot under
the faucet.
"Hey, I wasn't trying to..." the boy finally replied,
"Uh, insult you. I was just wonderin' if you wanted to
go over to the park with us." I snapped a glare at him,
and he added, "After you get dressed, I mean. I mean
there's some Goth girls that hang out."
How the fuck he knew I was a Goth I'll never guess. My
velvet dress could have been on the back of any street
hooker, and he had only seen me bare-ass naked and in
this disgusting one-piece with the pink stripe.
"Look," I explained wringing the skirt of my dress out.
"You don't take a girl out who you and all your buddies
have fucked. You don't buy her dinner, you don't take
her to a movie, you don't introduce her to your other
girlfriends."
"He doesn't have any girlfriends," the fat boy chimed
in. "You're his first lay!" he laughed, and the other
boy with him laughed also.
"And what are you!?" I snapped.
His friend, another boy about fourteen with collar
length hair blurted out, "He didn't get his turn.
Prancer pushed him out of the way and went in."
I looked at the fat kid, "You didn't get to have me?" I
grinned mercilessly at him.
He looked at the ground and shook his head.
"That's pretty sad, isn't it?" I looked around at the
boys, all of them were trying to find something else to
look at. Inexplicably I started to feel bad for the
kid, left out when all his friends had had the time of
their lives.
"Shit," I said, dropping my dress I kneeled on the
floor in front of the fat kid, "You ever been with a
girl before?"
He shook his head nervously. I yanked his shorts down
and grabbed his thing with my hand. It was already rock
solid and god damnit if he didn't have the biggest dick
I'd seen on any of the boys. It wasn't as wide as the
black mans, but it was a good two hand lengths long.
"What's your name kid?" I asked looking up at him,
running the long tube along my wide lower lip.
"They call me... Peewee. Cause I'm fat, y'know..." he
was gasping now.
"They're gonna have to start calling you Tiny," I said,
licking the head of his cock making him shudder.
"You've got the biggest dick I've ever seen." I lied.
I looked to his friends to see their reaction, but I
couldn't tell if they had heard because they just
stared wide eyed. I went on, "I'm glad you didn't get
to fuck me, this monster would have spit me in two."
I engulfed the rod with my mouth, just as he started to
cum. After a minute or two of milking him dry I
realized that he hadn't tasted too bad. Having
swallowed so much cum that day I was becoming an
aficionado, and his jism had tasted faintly sweet, with
only a vague bleach smell. I told him so, planting a
monster kiss on the little rat, his hands reaching up
to squeeze my breasts, his long dick poking me in the
tummy, still hard, still vibrating with his pulsing
orgasm.
I still couldn't believe the way I was acting, after
having let preadolescent children take me, after having
welcomed two middle aged men into my arms, after giving
myself to bums and all these kids my behavior still
astonished me. Without even caring any more I pulled
the crotch of my suit aside, set my butt onto the sink
and said, "Come on Tiny."
He looked up astonished, so did the other boys. I
continued, "You're so short and fat no girl is ever
gonna let you touch her to find out about that long
thing of yours. Why waste the opportunity?"
Again I exposed myself for strange men to see, but they
had all had me hadn't they? They had all put their
things inside me. It wasn't as if I had anything to
hide from them. I reached up and pulled the straps off
my shoulder, letting my breasts fall so Peewee would
have the same chance to play as the other boys.
I hated long dicks. They jabbed you hard in the cervix,
stretched you out, and generally made your life
miserable, but some masochistic twig had snapped in me
and I was begging for more punishment, something to ice
the cake on my martyrdom.
Surprisingly enough it didn't hurt at all, aside from
the soreness I already felt as the chubby ugly kid
drove his thing in me. He hardly had to stoop to get it
under me, and I guess he didn't know much about using
his hips since he just prodded me with it while I held
him close in my arms and kissed him passionately;
Stopping and chiding him every time he bit my lip by
accident, forcing him to kiss me like a man, making him
loosen his grip on my breasts and caress them gently,
showing him how a woman likes to have her nipples
stroked, how I did when they weren't so sore.
As he came inside me, filling me with yet another
teaspoon that felt like a deluge I realized that I had
probably just made his life. I had given him something
that he would never forget and for some reason I found
myself deriving satisfaction from that. Gasping and
panting he leaned heavily on me as his thing shriveled
up inside me, and I laughed out loud. Me, the high
school nerd, the reject who people laughed at and
called slut even though I was a virgin until 19, was
now running around serving adolescent geeks unfulfilled
dreams and making them feel like real men.
Of course a real man has to learn how to earn a woman's
love and trust, and know how to keep her around, but
that wasn't my problem. These weren't men yet. They
were boys.
I pushed the kid off of me and picked up my dress,
plying the crotch of the suit to cover my smooth shaven
labia and hauling the suit up to stabilize my flopping
breasts. I pulled the damp dress over my head, getting
it on with some struggle and then opened up my purse,
putting on make-up while the boys made themselves
comfortable, waiting on me like handmaidens.
When I stepped out of the bathroom with the three kids
in tow I was good to go. Except for my wet hair and
bare legs and feet you wouldn't have known that I had
been raped, fucked, and cum on more than a dozen times
that day. I was everything a gothic girl should be,
pale face, dark eyes, blood red lipstick smeared thick
over my ample lips, I had even pulled a strand of hair
down to fall over one eye.
There were about three guys still hanging out, the
older ones, and they stood up as if at attention when I
arrived. One of them, the oldest guy who had had me
first and then two more times after that stepped up to
me. I stopped him, "Unless you plan on bullying me back
into that bathroom to do you all again I suggest you
get the fuck out of my way!" I growled.
He was taken aback, and his face went pale, "But I...
But you wanted... I just wanted to know your name."
I stepped around him and started back towards the
beach, "Tell him Dave."
Walking away I heard, "She's a slut. Sluts don't have
names."
The sun was still high, but I had been at this parking
lot for a long time. I started thinking up an excuse as
my legs grew wobbly and my heart started to thump
harder and harder. I just hoped that I wouldn't cry and
make a mess of my make-up
PART FIVE
I sat on the beach soaking wet, but wrapped tightly in
the body glove like it was armor. It clung to my body
like a thick skin, but its density and tight fit
pressed into my body, making me feel more like I was
heavily shielded than exposing my curves to the world.
It was black with blue swatches sewn in at dramatic
angles, and zipped tightly up the back.
I had been a failure at boogie boarding. Nothing I
could do would keep me on top of a wave for more than a
couple seconds, then the wave would pass me by and I
would be left to kick back out to where I had started
and try again. I had finally given up, coming to the
shore to hang out with Evan and Arnold while Mickey
persevered. I didn't mind, since my mind wasn't really
into the whole idea of having fun on the beach so much
as recuperating in a nice hot bath. Maybe a little hot
tea and professional therapy.
But I was so scared of the consequences and
humiliation, even of having what little Evan knew of my
trials that day, that I went along with the guys,
trying to be a sport. Evan seemed to be very nervous
and uncomfortable, but I guess he was as scared as I
was that Mickey would suspect something was up. He did
a good job of keeping his distance.
I was, however, more aware than ever of Arnold's
leering glares. He was still only eighteen but he and
Mickey were fast friends from high school, which Arnold
still hadn't graduated from. He was average height,
average build, average everything I guess. He refused
to take off his T-shirt or to get in the water, I knew
from Mickey it was because he had back pimples, and he
insisted on trying to grow a mustache, though I
couldn't imagine why since he had only sparse growth
that made him look dirty, and even a little greasy. He
wasn't Goth, like me and Mickey, but wore jeans and T-
shirts like most guys, only his were always heavy metal
bands. His hair was about shoulder length, and usually
looked unwashed and uncombed.
In short, I thought he was a total nerd. Not that I'm
one to make judgments like that being a freak, but
after two years freedom of the domination of high
school I had become very picky about who I did and
didn't hang out with. Guys who leered at me like junior
high school students or construction workers didn't
fall into my usual company, but I loved Mickey, and
usually could tolerate such treatment. Of course, today
was a different story.
Mickey and I had just come out of the water. He was
ready to go back for more, but I was done. Evan had
clamored up wanting to try, but with the freezing
Pacific ocean there was no way he could go unless he
had a body suit. Mickey only had brought two. I had
tried to let them let me go up the beach and to the car
to retrieve my dress, but Evan let it slip that I had a
bathing suit under the body glove, and I was stuck.
I had tried to tell them that it was indecent but they
all laughed that off, chalking it up to my usual
inhibition about showing skin. Then Mickey had run off,
saying he was going to try some better waves he had
heard about down the beach. Left alone with Evan who
already knew me intimately, and Arnold who lusted after
me, I reluctantly reached back, and grabbing the zipper
I undid the suit and started to pull it off of me, but
in its wetness it was terribly difficult.
I looked over at Evan, who waited smiling maliciously.
He had prodded me in front of Mickey encouraging
everyone to believe that I was just being overly
modest, and I was. I knew that. But they didn't know
the full extent as to why I was so scared to pull down
the suit. They didn't have any desire to respect my
body. Mickey was only interested in having fun, Evan
wanted to make me cringe, and Arnold wanted to see me
exposed, as Evan had finally. At least I was in a very
public place. I may have felt indecent, but a lot of
people dressed like I would be, and certainly no one
would try to rape me.
Besides, I figured I would just get out of the suit and
run up to the car parked on the cliff behind us where
the road ran. Looking up and down the beach there were
a couple dozen people. A lot of guys and a few girls,
either sunbathing, playing Frisbee, or playing in the
waves. Most of them were in swimsuits despite the cool
breeze. Sitting in the sun did a lot to push off any
chill that might come up. I guess Evan lost patience
with my procrastination because he walked up and
started helping me undress.
He started by pulling on the collar. "C'mon I want to
catch up with Mickey." And with another of his
diabolical grins he roughly tugged at the suit, pulling
it down over me breasts which sprang free from the
confines like flowers from a magician's sleeve. I saw
Arnold sit up, craning his neck to see more. I snapped
a glare at him, but he only smiled back at me while I
let Evan strip me completely, taking no compunction not
to touch me or squeeze me wherever the need arose.
At one point he dug his hands into the suit, one hand
firmly over each cheek. Looking again at Arnold I saw
him raising an eyebrow to the tolerance with which I
let Evan touch me. When Evan used his leverage to pull
the suit down over my hips Arnold raised both eyebrows,
his mouth parting slightly as Evan revealed to him the
whole of my exposed ample buttocks, firm, pale white,
with and adolescent hand planted firmly on each half.
Only the thin black strip of cloth that bunched up in a
wad on its way up my spine prevented me from revealing
to the world what I had already revealed to, and shared
with, so many.
Lifting up my feet so Evan could pull the suit off
completely I saw Arnold's eyes riveted to my crotch
area, barely covered by the thin swatch of fabric.
Pulling the suit free Evan hefted it and the body board
up under his arms and ran off after Mickey. He was so
young. A grown woman reduced to serving his every
pleasure and he was more interested in boogie boarding.
I heard a whistle, and then someone call out. Looking
around me I realized that I had caught the attention of
a few guys who had been boogie boarding as well, but
were now resting on the beach in their tight body
suits. They watched, smiling at me while I stood there
feeling exposed and unprotected again. I moved over to
Arnold and sat down next to him, hoping that his
presence would keep any men from wandering over.
Not that his presence was welcome, just his affiliation
with my brother felt safer than standing alone in that
skimpy suit would have. Arnold scooted over a bit,
positioning himself so he would be facing me slightly.
"You look nice." He said, but I already knew what he
thought. He hadn't even looked up from my juggling
boobs only half covered to tell me. He went on, "You
should dress down more often." I glared at him,
frowning.
"I didn't mean it like that." He said, laughing out
loud. "I just meant that you're always so embarrassed
to show any skin." His eyes were peering under my bent
knees pulled tightly together to look at the crotch of
the suit half buried in the sand which spread around my
cheeks with a warm scratchy embrace. He looked up
smiling, "I mean other girls do it."
I snapped back, "Why is it okay? Why should I have to
show my body to any man who wants to look just because
other girls do it?" He used the opportunity to look me
over. I could see him shift his position, trying to
hide his growing erection. Jesus Christ, even without
touching me I was again being used as a sex object. He
leaned forward, and reaching a finger out in a pointing
gesture leveled it at one of my breasts.
"You've got a tear," he said. I looked down, just in
time to see the suit ripping where my breasts pushed
out the most. Right where, to my horror, my erect
nipple was sticking out, its half inch protruding. His
finger didn't stop though. Maybe he thought that Evans
groping meant that I was a lot more liberal about
physical contact than I had led him to believe, or
maybe he was so taken aback by my partial nudity that
he lost sense of our boundaries.
Either way his finger stuck in and hooked the torn
portion. I could feel the threads ripping further as
his knuckle ground into my nipple, swollen from the
cold water. I sat there, my legs spread around him as I
had shifted position to look at myself while his single
warm finger sent tingling waves of heat into my cold
nipple, knots into my tummy, and a familiar buzzing
glow into my groin.
"Don't!" I barked.
He looked up at my face, pale and nervous. He yanked
his finger out, another rapid fire thumping as thread
ripped further and snatched his hand away. We both
stared at each other in shock at what he had done. I
was infuriated at the sensation he had caused me,
inadvertently triggering my learned instincts to become
aroused and paralyzed when embarrassed. I was also
concerned that he had noticed how long it had taken me
to make him move his finger. What if it occurred to him
to stick it somewhere else?
"I-I'm sorry..." he began to say, then burst out
laughing. I looked at myself again, and his finger had
caused the tear to be much larger. The whole of my
aureoles was revealed now, and I do not have small
nipples. The tightness of the suit caused it to jut
out, almost comically. If Arnold had ever wondered what
my nipples were like, and I was sure he had, he now
knew.
I covered it with one hand, "Give me your shirt!" I
snapped. But he shook his head. "In this sun I'd get
heatstroke and fry in five minutes."
I grimaced at the lie and the laughing man in front of
me, his gaze wandering freely over my body again, "I
just need it to get to the car." Arnold was staring at
my crotch again. I knew that it showed a lot, but the
seam which ran right down the middle to accommodate the
pink swatch was also straining. I could see my pale
white skin through the threads. I became terrified that
I would burst right out of the suit at any moment.
But I also knew that was ludicrous. The suit would have
torn up inside the body glove. I had only to get to the
car so I could cover myself up and end this nightmare
once and for all.
Arnold placed his hand on my thigh, again exhibiting
the boldness that must have come from watching Evan
undress me. I started to grab his hand, but when he
pulled my leg so it was further spread from the other
one I froze, my hand holding his, and looked at what he
was seeing. The joining of the crotch, a short seam
only a couple inches long had split entirely. It was
only held in place by two thick threads that had made
up the almost invisible hem of the suits legs.
Arnold shifted his hand further up my thigh and leaned
in for a closer look at my bald, smooth labia spreading
under the pressure of my position and the tight suit.
The pink meat of my inner lips was sticking out. I was,
of course, glistening with moisture. Most of it was
from the sea, but neither I nor Arnold could avoid the
unmistakable scent of a woman. His hand was only a few
inches from my exposed sex. He was using my predicament
to cop a few cheap feels, not to mention to have
license to gawk with impunity.
It was only his lack of overtness that kept me from
exploding in his face. Overall he remained no more
obvious than a casual boyfriend might be with his
girlfriend. Most people were too far away to notice
what were actually small tears in my suit and I
realized that if I made a scene I would not only be
half naked, but I would reveal the other half in the
act.
Catching another strong whiff of myself I hoped that
Arnold would assume that my scent was only the normal
odor of a woman, rather than the lubricating emissions
of a woman's overused vagina. "Arnold," I murmured
quietly at him, leaning over to speak into his ear,
"Please move your hand."
But his finger was on the prowl again, this time over
the edge of the suit where it ran down my tummy into my
exposed sex. "I'm just checking for more tears," he
said, as if he was doing me a favor as he ran his
fingers under the fabric, just a few inches above my
exposed lips.
I wanted to sit down on them, to hide them from his
studious gaze, but the thought of grinding my sex into
the sand sounded horribly painful. "Arnold this isn't
helping," I said.
His finger ran up and down sending shivers through me,
each touch pinching a nervous knot in my stomach which
I sucked in with all my might to lessen the intensity.
This served only to pull my hips up higher, and I
watched, gasping and panting as he went lower and
lower.
"Arnold please, this isn't the place for this?" He
looked up suddenly, watching me pant. He looked at my
flushed chest, my erect nipples sticking up, even the
one that wasn't exposed was plainly visible. He looked
down again at my glistening labia, my hips swishing
around in the sand as he moved his finger.
I looked at the pole in his shorts and knew what he was
thinking. He was thinking that he had somehow magically
gotten me so turned on that I was heaving and panting
from pleasure, not the terror of being exposed in front
of dozens of people. Certainly not the discomfort of
having my fiancé's best friend taking advantage of me
while I was scared and wouldn't be able to scream, or
smack him.
He was still groping me with his fingers as he scooted
around and put his arm around me, his hand falling to
rest on my utterly bare hipbone. "It's okay," he said.
"When Evan gets back we'll get you into the suit
quickly. Until then, if anyone comes by, I'll cover you
up."
I didn't know whether he thought he was being
comforting or if he was now thinking that I would enjoy
the chance for a little fooling around. Maybe he
thought in his ignorant male way that he was getting me
off, and thus keeping my mind off my situation.
As if to illustrate, one of the boys who had whistled
at me was walking in our direction. Arnold grabbed my
breast with his free hand, and to my shock and sheer
terror, plunged the other between my legs. His warm
hand a defacto patch for my exposed lips. I felt his
dry touch sliding against my ever more moist lips as
the boy walked past.
He watched with some amazement at me as I sat there
submitting to Arnold's crude groping. I realized I was
staring, and turned away to find Arnold's face right
next to mine, his wiry whiskers tickling my lips and
nose. "Is this really necessary?" I demanded.
"Well did you want him to see you?" he replied, his
fingers now squeezing at my nipples, his other hand
stroking me very softly. "You've been waiting for a
chance like this for a long time haven't you?"
He looked at me as if he had been caught with his hand
in the cookie jar, then regaining his composure resumed
his stroking, "Well how else would you explain to them
why my hand is where it is?" I could feel one finger
probing further than I thought he would have dared,
even at this point.
My mouth fell open, but I realized again that he was
just making it up as he went along.
Another person, this one an older man with his wife and
daughter were heading straight towards us. It would
only be a few seconds, so rather than try to sort it
out with Arnold I found myself kissing him, hoping he
had seen the couple as well.
My only hope was that they would not notice the state I
was in, or Arnold's odd hand placement and that they
would find a place far away from us young "lovers."
I wrapped my closer arm over his waist, leaning into
him as he continued to squeeze and now poke at me, his
uncut nails stabbing painfully into my tender skin. He
kissed me bag with growing passion, his hand tucking
itself under my suit to explore my breast further, I
could hear the tearing. I opened my eyes, hoping that
the couple were gone, but they were only a few yards
closer to us. The stabbing in my crotch was getting
painful as Arnold moved his hungry fingers around, but
I could find no means to stop him just yet.
"A little higher," I whispered as we kissed. Arnold
didn't need directions, he had just needed permission,
and he wasted no time plunging one, then two, then
three of his fingers into me, making me gasp.
Struggling hard not to cry out I kissed Arnold with
growing ferocity, biting his lips, my hand strayed to
his cock and I grabbed it, squeezing it with all my
force but he only moaned, and responded by pushing
harder and harder into my dripping hole. The pain was
intense, it was growing worse than the scratching had
been.
I pulled my mouth away and looked up, shoving his hand
out of me with a great sigh of relief. Looking around I
saw the family moving away down the beach, the man
looking over his shoulder at me with distaste. Looking
around us I saw a lot of people with similar
expressions. What had meant to be an act of concealment
had made exhibitionists out of both of us. Of course he
was still dressed, and I was wearing tattered rags. He
probably didn't mind the mishap a bit. It was that
whole slut-stud double standard by which men who sleep
around are lauded and praised, but women who do are
defiled and vilified.
The tear over my nipple ran down the length of my suit,
ending right above Arnold's hand which hovered
"protectively close to my exposed sex, now wholly so as
Arnold's eager probing had ripped the last two shreds
of dignity I had left. His other hand still cradled my
breast, though it seemed to have lost all pretense of
coverage.
I squeezed Arnold's penis, it's long and thick shaft
surprising me with its bulk, "Arnold do you like what
I'm doing to you?" He said 'yeah,' and leaned back into
me, trying to kiss me again, his hand going back to
caress my womanhood. I put my free hand up in front of
his mouth, letting his stoke and grope me. The shape of
his penis made me wonder momentarily what he tasted
like. I moved my hand down a little until I had a
testicle. Arnold gasped.
"Arnold," I said.
"Yes," he groaned.
"If you don't give me your shirt I'm taking this
instead.
He followed me up the hill, apologizing profusely,
saying it was all a misunderstanding, that he hadn't
seen any family of three, and begging me not to tell
Mickey. He was right behind me the whole way, a few
steps lower on the rocky trail up to the car park. I
knew he had a ripe view of my loins the whole way up in
spite of the low hanging T-shirt, but I didn't care
much.
It really didn't matter.
I remember thinking at that point that it would be
better to just get it over with and to show the whole
world. Looking down the hill to the people frolicking
on the beach I wondered about Mickey, and if I would
ever willingly let a man have sex with me again. I knew
right then that my situation with Evan was moot. I
would have to leave Mickey.
I stared out at the ocean for a long time trying to
discern his body from the innumerable bodies in the
water, but shortly gave up. Reaching the car I
extracted the key Mickey keeps hidden under a fender
and opened the back door. Inside the car was a bag
with, wonder of wonders a fresh change of clothes. I
turned to Arnold, scanning the area as I did it. There
were some sightseers, light traffic, and a lot of
people below us on the beach.
I tore off the T-shirt, throwing it at Arnold. He
frantically pulled it on, his reddening chest proving
that his assertion earlier had been no lie. He was
extremely sensitive to the sun. I had one breast
hanging out, the torn crotch meant that the suit hardly
came down to my navel, and with one brutal yank I tore
at the suit, peeling it away from my body as Arnold
stared in wonder and amazement. The sleeves were
holding out against my best efforts, and still looking
at Arnold I said, "What are you doing just standing
there?"
He snapped from his reverie, grabbed a shoulder strap
and yanked hard, pulling on my but succeeding in
ripping the last shreds of the suit from my body.
Totally naked in public once again I climbed into the
car. I laid out on my back and lifted up one leg
exposing some space on the seat. Looking back up at
Arnold who stood still holding the remains of my
swimsuit dumbfounded I repeated myself, "What are you
waiting for." Arnold took a moment, looked around us,
but deciding it was worth the risk pushed his baggy
shorts down enough to expose his penis and climbed
inside the car.
He lasted only minutes, but his eager thrusting filled
me up utterly, spreading me wide, forcing me to arch
and buck to accommodate his girth and length. Pumping
his semen inside me he cried out my name, telling me
how much he'd always wanted me, telling me that to him
I was the only woman in the world. That I was the only
woman he'd ever loved. Some tiny, very small part of me
was glad that I'd gotten to give this to him since I
told myself then that it would be the last time a man
ever had sex with me.
I gave him a few minutes then made him get off of me
and stand watch as I got dressed, this time thankfully
in a pair of slacks. Mickey and Evan took a long time
in returning, but I refused to leave the car. Arnold
didn't mind waiting, and my curiosity getting the
better of me, I discovered that he too had a slightly
sweet flavor, with almost no trace of the smell of
bleach.
He didn't try making any more passes at me, and oddly
enough I realized that he wasn't staring at my breasts
when he looked at me, but deeply into my eyes.
Poor sap.
***
In the months that followed he came over to my
apartment a lot. He had stopped spending time with
Mickey after I broke it off with him, and started
dressing in black, presumably to impress me. I would
usually take the time to give him a blow job, sometimes
I'd even let him undress me and run his hands over me,
fingering me to an orgasm as I bucked and gasped.
But I never let him sleep with me.
He sported the money for my abortion, thinking that it
was his fault. Who knows, it might have been his, but I
appreciated the gesture all the same. We never got too
close. He wanted to be closer, but I would always stop
him when the conversation strayed into territory I was
uncomfortable with. Usually by going down on him or
stripping myself. Sometimes when he persisted I would
finger myself until he took over, letting him make the
world go away in the wake of a violent orgasm or a
mouthful of jizz.
When things got too rough, and Arnold wasn't around I
would drive over to Mickey's parent's house, knock on
Evan's window, and get my escape from him. I taught him
everything about loving a woman, giving him a lot of
what I wouldn't give to Arnold. But Evan had a world of
his own, and though he always wanted my body, and he
always took it -sometimes making me call in sick for
him at school, or play his big sister to get him out of
classes- but he rebuffed me just as often, never
wanting to spend time after he had cum.
I even gave him my sex, letting him use me as he wanted
to, putting his semen inside me. But as before he would
lose interest when he came. He lost interest in making
me cum and sometimes would rebuff me completely. There
were times, when his parents were asleep and we had
just made love in his bedroom at home, he would throw
me out naked, leaving me to get dressed in the cold
night. Once I had left my dress inside, and had to
drive home naked. Getting home to find a late night
party going on.
Climbing in through my bedroom window to find a couple
having sex in my bed. One day I went to Evan's school
wearing only shoes and a dress. A button down number
that went to mid thigh, showing a lot of chest and
shoulder. I went pretending that I had to bring Evan
some books that he had forgotten and called for, but
arrived at lunch when no one noticed. Well, a lot of
students noticed, and I was whistled at a lot. I was
even goosed a couple times, but I knew I couldn't
respond, otherwise I'd make a scene.
I found Evan where he had told me to meet him, on a
flight of wooden stairs that led down to a creek behind
the school. He had a bunch of buddies with him, all
boys, all his age.
For Evan's attention, for his pleasure I let him
command me to take the dress off in front of everyone,
and taking Evan inside me first, I let every one of the
boys have me, giving them what I had given those
skaters in Santa Cruz: The time of their lives.
They were all geeky young boys, like Evan, and like
Evan I was probably the only chance they had ever had
to be with a woman. And thusly I wrapped my arms around
them, kissed them deeply, and told them how wonderful
they were, just like I had in Santa Cruz. Only this was
my home town. I got to see them again, when Evan would
have me come over and I found myself doing three, maybe
four kids a night. Sometimes they would see me around
town, and I would let them have me in a bathroom or the
back of my car.
And then they introduced me to their friends...
No...
None of that happened. That was just the story I told
the counselor at the hospital after I'd tried to kill
myself. Evan tried to force himself on me one night and
that was the last I had ever seen of him. I wouldn't
give into him, but he refused to see me after that,
unless I'd put out. I missed him so much that I ate a
bunch of pills rather than have to deal with the pain
or having to let a man use me again. I tried to kill
myself over a thirteen year old boy. Pathetic hardly
begins to describe it.
Six months after that painful day I finally got some
help. Arnold was really supportive, though I still
won't sleep with him. He's grown up into quite a
striking young man and gotten wholeheartedly into the
gothic scene. Though I still can't call him my
boyfriend we've been around each other all this time,
and he's the only man I will let near me.
When I told him the whole story he almost had a
breakdown, knowing that he had been a part of the worst
day of my life. But he came back after a few weeks, and
though we are still lovers (though we never have sex)
he and I are more like brother and sister. I never saw
Mickey again.
Fini
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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