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Honey Smart
by Shooter3704 (shooter3704@yahoo.com)
***
The story of how Honey Smart got her start as a
prostitute. (MMF, voy, intr)
***
Honey Smart is my real name, believe it or not. It's on
my birth certificate. On the very day I was born my
daddy found and robbed a bee tree and got a lard bucket
full of honey. My red hair is natural and so is
everything else about me.
Everyone always ask me, how did I start being a whore?
Well, that's a good question. You have to understand
that I came from poor white trash. My mother was poor
trash, my father was poor trash and all my relatives
are Poor trash. I grew up in a trailer. Not a mobile or
modular home. Just a trashy old trailer. I was born and
raised in the backwater town of Home Bayou. That's
nearly as far south as you can go and stay in Alabama
or even the country.
They used to joke about it and say that the richest man
in town was poor, but that was a lie. The richest man
in Home Bayou was Carlton Mills. Everybody else was
broke. Carlton Mills owned the damned town and
everybody in it. I managed to graduate from high
school, but just barely, but I did make it. I was the
only one of my five siblings to do so.
After graduation I got a full time job waiting tables
in the only café in town. One day Carlton Mills came in
and I served him a burger and fries. When I took his
order I intentionally leaned in and rubbed my boobs on
his shoulder. Being tall, blonde and cute always got me
looks from the guys. Mills was no exception.
"Where in hell did you come from, girl?" he asked me.
"I thought I knew every pretty gal in this town." I
suspect he did. The gossip around town was Carlton
Mills was one horny son of a bitch. If you believed the
tongue-waggers he had bedded almost all the women in
town. Carlton never let a thing like them being married
stop him from hopping on a gal. He didn't let the legal
age bother him much either. Who was going to complain
and who would they complain to? The bastard owned the
only grocery store, the only hardware and the only
industry around for miles. His industries was the
turpentine plant and the sawmill. Everybody either
worked for him or some business that was supported by
him and his companies.
He seemed old as dirt to me at the time, but I don't
suppose he was much over fifty years old when he took
notice of me. Having Carlton Mills take notice was
either a good thing or a terrible thing. I was still
pretty young and unsophisticated , but I was old enough
to know what Carlton was after and foolish enough to
let him think he could get it. I flirted with him every
time he came in for a week or so even though all my
friends told me I was stupid.
"I got a little place down on Mobile Bay," he told me
one day. "You ought to see it. Right on the beach."
"I guess I should," I teased. "When is that going to
happen?"
"How about this weekend? I'll pick you up Friday
afternoon and we'll drive down in my new car. We'll
have a lot of fun playing in the water and all."
Suddenly it wasn't funny anymore. My flirting and
teasing had got me in a place where I had to fish or
cut bait. Shit or get off the pot. If I had know what
was going to happen I would have jumped off the pot and
ran like the devil was after me. Instead of running I
said I would be ready.
That night I told my momma I was going away for the
weekend with Carlton Mills and she cried. She begged me
not to go and I asked her why.
"He's an evil man," she said sobbing. "Pure evil and
he'll mess you up , Honey. There is no good in the man
at all. He'll only want one thing from you and you'll
have to give it to him. Please don't do it. I know
where of I speak."
Like most eighteen year olds I didn't pay any attention
to my mother. When Friday came I had a few of my nicer
things packed and I was ready.
***
Carlton's little place looked like a mansion to me.
Coming from a trailer almost anything would. His house
was old, but it was a grand old place. It was built to
withstand hurricanes and sat high off the ground on
stone pillars. It had a wide porch that went all the
way around it. Inside, to me, was simply lavish.
"Me and you'll be sleeping down here," Carlton said
once we were inside. It hadn't been discussed and I
knew what was expected of me, but it was still a shock
to hear it said out loud. "The other's can bunk down
wherever they want."
"What other's?" I asked. That was something else that
hadn't been discussed. I just assumed it would be me
and Carlton there.
"I got some friends comin' in from Mobile for the
weekend. Real party people. You're goina like 'em. Come
on, Honey and let's skinny-dip in the bay before they
show up. I'm dying to see them fine titties you got." I
brough a swimsuit, but apparently it wasn't going to be
needed.
My breasts started developing early and they just kept
growing. By the time I was a freshman in high school I
had the biggest breasts in the whole school and even
then I grew some more. At eighteen I wore a thirty-
eight double D bra. The truth of the matter for most of
my formative years my boobs embarrassed me. I tried to
hide them as much as possible. It wasn't until after I
turned eighteen that I started to let them out. I
stopped being embarrassed and started enjoying what God
gave me. The boys I dated all seem to get a lot of joy
from them.
Carlton grabbed some towels and lead me down to the
beach. It was only a few yards to the sandy beach. Once
we were at the water's edge I took my dress off. While
Carlton watched I removed my bra and panties and
dropped them on the towel.
"By damn, girl!" he said when I was naked. "You got
some fine titties there. You're a natural redhead,
too!" His eyes were alternating between my breasts and
my downy covered pussy. I thought I would never get
pubic hair like the other girls. For all I had I might
as well have had none.
I left him gawking and ran into the surf. The water was
blood warm. I didn't look at Carlton until he joined me
in the water When I did look at him I was shocked. That
ol' boy was hung like a donkey! I wasn't a blushing
virgin, but the boys I had been with didn't have
anything like what old man Mills had swinging between
his legs. I couldn't take my eyes off of it. I realize
why Carlton Mills looked so scrawny. It made him poor
just carrying that dick around.
"Like my cock, don't you, little girl?' Carlton said
putting his arm around mu bare shoulders and grabbing
my tit with his free hand. "That's good because you're
going to get plenty of chance to get very well
acquainted this week end. Do you know how to give a
blow Job?" What kind of question was that to ask me? Of
course I knew how. That and hand-jobs kept my hymen
intact as long as I wanted it to.
Kneeling in the surf with waves bouncing me around
while giving head was new. I discovered that sex on the
beach, while seemingly romantic was not. Too much salt
and sand. I also discovered something else while being
fucked on a small towel. Big dicks are more fun, even
with all the sand, than small dicks.
Carlton and I made it back to the house before the
guests arrived. I had time to take a shower and attempt
to wash the sand out of my pussy. On the way back to
the house Carlton told me I would be acting as hostess
that night. I was thrilled and honored. Yeah, thrilled
before I found out that as hostess I had to fetch the
drinks and get more dip and chips and run my ass off
while having my tits and ass grouped by a bunch of old
farts. The hostess had other duties, but I didn't find
out about them until later in the evening.
"Carlton, where on earth did you find this pretty young
gal with these big tits?" one man asked him.
"Out in the swamp," Carlton answered with a big laugh.
"Young and fresh as the morning. She loves to fuck,
don't you Honey?"
While it was true I did like to fuck, I didn't like it
that Carlton was telling all those men about it. I had
noticed that there were only men. No women came, making
me the only woman in the house. A smart girl would have
been concerned, but since I've never been accused of
being too smart I wasn't worried. Six old men didn't
scare me one bit.
After a while the men started playing poker and they
played for blood. I watched long enough to determine
the white chips were worth a hundred dollars. I made
three dollars an hour plus tips waiting tables at the
café so that was a lot of money to me. I saw one pot
that had to be worth three or four thousand dollars. It
was mindboggling to me how they could be so causal with
that kind of money.
"Honey, I'll give you this white chip if you'll show me
just one tit," one of the men said.
"Shit, Fred, don't be a piker," the one they called Tom
said. "Give the young woman a red one and we'll all see
both her tits." Five hundred dollars just to see my
boobs? That was unbelievable! Fred held out a red chip
and I snatched it.
"Them's some fine looking titties, Honey," Fred said
after I lifted my shirt and let him see. "Are they
real?" What a question! I had heard about women who got
their tits made bigger, but not in Home Bayou. I told
him they were real.
"Honey sucks a mean cock, too," Carlton said winking at
me and causing my face to turn an even darker shade of
red. "She polished my knob down in the bay a while ago.
I fucked her on the beach and she did pretty good for a
kid." Carlton threw his cards down and got up from the
table telling me to follow him. He took me to a bedroom
on the main floor.
"I got you something to wear," he said handing me a
plastic shopping bag. I opened it and saw it was some
kind of costume. I asked him what it was. "It's a
French maid's outfit," he answered. "I had to guess at
your size, but it should fit. Put it on and come back
out."
I finally got the tiny little dress on. It was snug on
top, but most things are for me. There was some black
fishnet hose and a garter belt. I knew about garters
from catalogs, but I hadn't ever worn one. The real
high heels were a little too big, but I could wear
them. After I finally got the things on I looked at
myself in the mirror. Part of me thought I looked like
a real slut, but the other and larger part thought I
looked dammed good. My boobs were barely covered, but
that didn't worry me much. They had already seen my
tits.
I went back to the room where they were playing cards
and when they saw me they whooped and hollered like
school boys.
"Damn, that gal has a fine ass on her, too!" Fred said
loudly. "You ever been poked in the ass, Honey?" I
didn't know exactly what he meant so I told him no. I
figured he was talking about being ass fucked and I
had, but that wasn't none of his business. I kept my
virginity another few months by letting my boyfriend do
me in that hole.
"You mean to tell us you ain't ever been fucked up the
shitter?" a man by the name of Ross said. I ignored him
and went to get them more drinks.
"Honey," Ross said when I returned. "What would it take
to be the first to fuck your ass?"
"Two blues and a red," I answered. The blues were worth
a thousand and the reds five hundred so I thought that
would shut his nasty mouth.
"How much for just some pussy?" another man said.
"Hold on!" Ross snapped at the man. "Me and Honey is
workin' on a covenant here. We're negotiating. Now
Honey, don't you think that's a little steep. I don't
pay twenty-five hundred for ass in Mobile. You got to
lower your fee some."
I glanced at Carlton and saw him grinning at me. It
suddenly dawned on me that they thought I was a whore!
Carlton had apparently told them I was.
"What about a blue chip and one red one?" Ross
persisted. "That's fuckin' good money for some ass.
Even one as young and nice as yours."
As pissed-off as I was I had to stop and think about
it. Fifteen hundred dollars to let some old man pop my
ass? How long would I have to wait tables to make that
kind of money? I won't lie. That was a tempting offer.
"Hey, you guys settle down," Carlton said. "Why don't
we just pool our money? Say everybody tosses in fifteen
hundred and we can fuck the gal anywhere we want."
"For how long?" Fred asked. "Are we talking all night?
What about tomorrow? What's that going to cost?"
I was mentally figuring it up. Nine thousand dollars
just to have sex with them? Six old farts were planning
on paying me nine thousand dollars? I wouldn't make
that much money all year…or the next year either.
"How about this?" Carlton said. "Pony up for tonight
and we'll figure out what she should get tomorrow. What
do you say, Honey? Could you use nine grand?"
You have to remember I was just nineteen and wasn't all
that experienced. I didn't have a clue what it would be
like to have sex with six men. Once I let two boys fool
around with me and they did me one at a time, but that
was my only time with more than one man. To be honest,
all I could think about was nine thousand dollars and
what I could do with that kind of money. I didn't have
to think about it for very long. I was seriously
considering to agree. They each put the two chips in
the center of the table. Six blue chips and six red
ones. It didn't look like much, but Carlton exchanged
them for real cash money. I had never seen that much
money at one time in my whole life. I was sold.
I suppose I thought they would take me into the bedroom
one at a time and after humping me a few time they'd
grunt and get off. I was wrong. They drew high card to
see who was going to be first. Ross, the butt fucker
won. I started for the bedroom, but he called me back
to him. I went to where he sat and he stripped me down
to just the garter, hose and heels.
The next thing I knew he was kissing me all over. Right
there in front of the others. Since my nipples are so
sensitive it didn't take long before I was hot. I
didn't care that the other men were watching. I was so
hot I would have let him fuck me in front of the Home
Bayou city hall.
"Ross, take the bitch over to that couch," Carlton
said. "You can dip your wick there. Save her ass for
later."
Ross pushed me to a long leather couch and put me down
on it. He pushed my legs open and rammed his stubby
little cock in me. I came right away and that caused
the other men to cheer. Ross squirted in me and got
off. Fred was next and each of the other's in turn. I
don't know how many times I came, but it was a bunch.
When the last man took his turn fucking me I foolishly
thought it was over with. Boy, was I ever wrong! Them
old fuckers had just started!
It was one at a time for a while. Then they started
doubling up on me. I was sucking one while another one
fucked me. I'm telling the truth when I say I loved it.
They pumped a gallon of cum in me and I never gave it a
moment's thought that I wasn't on any kind of birth
control and there wasn't a condom in sight.
Sometime around midnight Carlton sent me to clean up
and wash the cum off of me. I was covered with their
sperm. After a hot shower I came back out and they were
all waiting on me. The fucking started all over again.
This time was a little different. Ross got my ass like
he wanted. He used some kind of grease and it wasn't
all that bad. They all wanted some of my butt and they
got it.
I'm not a huge fan of ass fucking. I mean I can take it
or leave it, but six horny old men can do a number on a
girl's asshole. It was getting to be a bother when they
decided to really double up on me. Carlton did my
bottom and Fred fucked my pussy. I really got off on
that deal. That was the first time I ever fucked two
men at the same time, but it for damned sure wasn't the
last time.
They finally left me alone, but it was nearly daylight
when they all stumbled off to bed. I slept on the cum
covered couch. When I woke up the six men were all on
the front porch drinking beer. I went to the shower and
washed off all their dried cum. I even had it in my
hair. I found some coffee in the kitchen, poured myself
a cup, and took it outside.
"Here she is," Carlton announced. "How you doin',
Honey?"
"Fine," I said. That wasn't the whole truth. My pussy
and ass was a little sore. My tits were sore, too. It
wasn't anything I couldn't survive. "I couldn't find my
money."
"I gathered it up for you and put it in your bag,"
Carlton said laughing. "We're gentlemen and we'd never
cheat a whore out of her just deserts, would we men?" I
wasn't too happy about him calling me a whore, but the
fact of the matter was, I was a whore and I
acknowledged it to myself.
"What'ch goina do with all that money, Honey?" Fred
asked me. I hadn't really planned that far ahead. "You
want to make some more today?" I nodded my head. I did
want some more. I wanted a lot more even if I didn't
have a plan for it.
"You're going for a boat ride in a little while,"
Carlton said. "These old boys have to go back to town,
but don't worry your pretty little head. You'll make
some good money today. Go get some food in you and get
into your bathing suit."
I went in and checked on my money then I found some
food and ate. I put on my old one piece swim suit and I
knew what the first thing I was going to buy. I wanted
a bright red bikini. I found a table cloth and used it
as a wrap. Carlton was waiting on the porch by himself
when I went out.
"You'll be with Dave and Marcus today, Honey," Carlton
said taking my arm and leading me down the path to a
pier. There was a big-ass boat alongside the pier with
two black men on it. Two large black men.
"Carlton, they're black," I whispered to him. "I ain't
going out on no boat with them."
"Hush your mouth, Honey," he said. "We live in an
enlighten age now. A nigger's money is just as good an
anybody's money. It's a mighty fine ol' day and you
just get on that boat and have a good time. You ain't
seem Mobile Bay until you see if from a boat. You show
these fellows a good time or I'll whip your ass with a
car antenna. You hear me, Honey?"
I did hear him and I believed him. The cheerful Carlton
Mills had gone and this one was a mean son of a bitch.
He scared the crap out of me.
"Here she is, just like I promised," Carlton called
when we got close to the boat. The two black men got
off and waited for us on the pier. "This is Honey and
she's a honey. Got a sweet little cunt and big
knockers." Carlton shook their hands and pulled me
forward. "Honey, this is Dave," he said pointing to one
of them. "This guy is Marcus. Y'all go on out and have
a good time. I'll see you when you get back."
The man he called Marcus helped me get on the boat and
we got underway just after one o'clock that afternoon.
It was a beautiful day with clear blue skies with only
a few wispy white clouds. The temperature was in the
mid eighties.
Carlton was right. You should see Mobile Bay from the
water. It was beautiful. I kept the table cloth wrap on
for a while until Dave insisted I remove it. Then he
suggested I take the swimsuit off. I hesitated but
Carlton's warning came to mind. I slipped the suit off.
I'm vain enough to appreciate the audible gasp from
Marcus and the look of admiration from Dave.
"We don't need a tan," Marcus said laughing, "So how
about helping us get some sun blocker on?" The guys
stripped down to bare skin and I spread the sun blocker
on both of them. Then it was my turn.
"Take the wheel," Marcus told Dave. "Don't run over
anything. I'll protect this lovely creature from the
sun." Marcus spent a lot of time putting the blocker on
me. Dave told him to be sure to put plenty on my
breasts.
"Sure don't want those pretty white titties to burn, do
we?" Dave said. Apparently Marcus shared Dave's concern
because he put a lot of lotion on me, especially my
boobs. My nipples sprang to attention and Marcus'
fingers kept them hard. I should have felt strange
being naked with two men, Two black men, but I wasn't.
Until we docked, I didn't have any opportunity to wear
anything.
I wasn't scared of blacks because I grew up around
black people. I went to school with black kids so I
wasn't a total stranger to blacks. I never dated a
black boy. I never even considered it because it just
wasn't done in Home Bayou. Even if I had wanted to,
black boys would go out with white girls because the Ku
Klux Klan was alive and well in that part of the rural
country.
They both knew what they wanted and they knew why I was
there. Marcus took me to the front deck, put some
cushions down and proceeded to eat me. He apparently
was a man who like to eat pussy because he ate me to
three orgasms, two of them real big ones. Then he
fucked me. Once while I was on top of Marcus, Dave took
the boat over some waves churned up by a big naval
vessel of some kind. The wave action drove me down hard
on Marcus black cock. Marcus liked it and made circling
motions with his hand and switched so that he was on
top when we went back over the rough water. Wow, what a
trip! The wake slammed me up and Marcus down, impaling
him even deeper in me.
Being fucked by a black man wasn't any different than
being fucked by white guys. Okay, there was some
difference. It was better because both Marcus and Dave
were huge. Big ol' beautiful black cocks that got hard
and stayed hard. I forgot all about my tender pussy
pretty damned fast.
After a while Marcus took control of the boat and Dave
took control of me. Watching his friend fuck me, had
Dave rearing to go. He took me with a force I had never
seen before. While Dave drove his beautiful black cock
in me, Marcus took the boat into a secluded cove where
they both fucked me.
I was so engrossed in what was happening to me I had
not realized that another large boat came into our cove
and the passengers, two men and two women, were
watching the show. I was astride Dave, facing him, his
cock in my pussy, and Marcus was fucking my ass from
behind. If the other boat hadn't drifted and slightly
nudged our boat, I don't know when I would have noticed
the watchers.
"Sugar, I want to try that," one of the women said.
"Hey, sweetheart, my wife wants to know if you'll share
your studs," one of the guys laughingly yelled across.
"No," I managed to say. "Go find your own cocks. Leave
mine alone." That tore Marcus up. Dave just grinned.
Sometime mid-afternoon they stopped fucking me long
enough to unpack lunch. We ate and they went right back
at me again. I certainly didn't complain. I was caught
up in a sexual frenzy and I loved every minute of it. I
asked what time we were going back and they laughed.
"We got your ass for the night," Marcus said. Okay,
that suited me just fine. I was having a lot of fun and
two hard dicks. That night we slept on deck. It would
have been cool, but I had the heat generated by two
black hunks to keep me warm. They fucked me almost all
night long. We went back in the following morning.
There were a couple of other boats tied up at the pier
when we got back. Big party boats full of party people.
I'm sure the people on the other boats and on the dock
knew the minute they saw me that I had been well fucked
by the two black men. I didn't care because I didn't
know any of them.
"How was your trip?" Carlton asked when we got to the
house.
"One fucking great trip," Dave answered. "You were
right. Honey is a honey all right. Best pussy I've had
in a long time. What will you take for her?"
"She's a rental only," Carlton said laughing. "You
ready to do business now?"
While they talked I went to shower and change clothes.
I looked in the shoe where I put my money and saw that
there was even more money there. Another three thousand
dollars! I laughed all the while I showered. I made
three thousand dollars for getting the best fuck of my
young life. That was fucking great!
***
It was late Sunday night when Carlton dropped me off at
my home. That ratty ol' trailer looked even worse after
being in that big fine house.
"Well, you don't look any worse for wear," my mother
said looking me over. "He did you, didn't he?" I
admitted he had. "Did he pay you?" Again I admitted it
was true. "Was it worth it?"
"Yes it was, Ma," I answered.
"I guess you know what that makes you," she said
looking sad.
"Yeah, I sold what I've been giving away," I snapped.
"So I'm a whore. I'm a rich whore. I made twelve
thousand dollars in one weekend."
"Best you put some of it back," my mother said. "Hard
times are always just around the corner. Did Carlton
turn you out for some others to do? Forget that. Of
course he did. He always does." Suddenly it hit me.
Mother wasn't just guessing. She knew for a fact.
"You?" I asked her. "You've been down to Mobile Bay to
his house?" She nodded wearily.
"Yes, and to his place in Mobile," she said. "Back when
you were a child your father got hurt at the saw mill
and we were hard-up for money. Carlton offered me a way
out and I took it. I ain't proud of it, but you do what
you have to do to survive. I had a family to feed."
"How long were you with him?"
"Not very long," she answered. "A few months I guess.
Carlton gets tired of a woman after a while and goes
looking for another one. He'll tire of you pretty soon.
That's why I say to put some money back. Who all were
there this weekend?" I told her and she smiled a sad
little smile.
"I don't know some of them. Fred and Ross I remember.
They've been friends with Carlton for a long time. It
was Ross who did my ass for the first time. I don't
know them niggers you fucked. They must be new. I'm
surprised Carlton didn't have you put a show on for his
friends. He always liked to have a couple coons do a
white woman for them to watch."
My mother didn't mean anything by calling blacks
niggers or coons. That's how she was raised. Down there
even the blacks called each other nigger.
"Did you do it with black men?" I asked her.
"Oh yeah," she said. "That's something Carlton
demanded. All his women have to fuck niggers. I know if
a few women who wouldn't and they suffered real bad for
it. Husbands, boyfriends, brothers or somebody in the
family lost their jobs. Because I was a good girl and
did whatever Carlton wanted you daddy got to keep his
job at the mill. He even got paid while he was laid up.
Do you remember the Smiths who lived on down a ways?
Mary was her name. She got knocked up by some of
Carlton's tame niggers. Could have been any one of a
dozen she was with."
"What happened to her?" I asked.
"Oh, Carlton took her off somewhere and got her fixed.
Then he took her someplace off and gone and put her in
a nigger whorehouse for a while. When she came back a
year or so later she had aged ten years. They all moved
off a short while later. Don't know whatever happened
to them. I heard that Carlton got one of her daughters
to play with for a while. I don't know it for a fact,
but I believe it."
"I remember Mrs. Smith," I said. "I don't remember much
about her or any of them."
"What I'm trying to get across to you is, no matter
what happens, it ain't going to last long. You'll
either become a whore for sure or you'll come back to
Home Bayou and live a life of drudgery here. My advice
is to save every penny you can and when the time comes
you take off for someplace up north and get away from
all this." Then she did something she didn't do very
often. She hugged me tight. "Go to see doc Miller
tomorrow and get on birth control. Make every man use a
condom when you can. Honey, you better start right now
and protect yourself as best you can. Sure as hell
nobody else will protect you."
"I will Ma," I said trying not to cry.
"When are you and Carlton getting together again?"
"This Friday he's taking me to Mobil," I answered
wondering what was in store for me.
Before I left for Mobil that Friday I gave Ma most of
the money I earned. I had a feeling I wouldn't be
coming back and I was right. I never went back to Home
Bayou ever again. Not even for a visit.
Carlton set me up in Mobil and I fucked every man he
said to. Carlton was a rich mean man, but to give the
devil his due, he was generous. I took my mother's
advice and I saved my money. I didn't wait for Carlton
to get tired of me. After about six months I packed up
and went to Atlanta. I whored there for about a year
and went to California. After California I went to
several cities. I finally made it to East Saint Louis
where I worked in a house that catered to black men. I
stayed there for several years. I saved every dime I
could.
Since I was still young and still nice looking with a
great set of tits I finally left East Saint Louis for
the Big Apple. I took my money and started my own
escort business. That's what I'm still doing today. I
supply good looking white women for wealthy black men.
I have a black gentleman who keeps me happy so I don't
do much of the actual fucking anymore.
The End
(Author's note: Honey Smart is a tiny part of a larger
story called "Highway of Life" Ask me and I'll tell you
where to find it. You can find me at
shooter3704@yahoo.com. As usual I feel obligated to
remind you, dear reader, that this is a yarn of pure
fantasy. It's okay to read and to fantasize about
unprotected sex with multiple partners, just don't be
foolish and try it in real life."
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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