She told herself over and over again that she would no longer watch children that wouldn't mind her, but found herself on another Saturday night watching children that could have been actors in Children of the Corn. Unable to say know to their parents. Inside seething and angry, but putting on a happy face so as not to offend, not to confront, not to hurt anybody's feelings.

Although Maria tried to be assertive, it was as if people sensed she couldn't say no. Like she gave off some kind of aura that announced Please Take Advantage Of Me. They would press her, cajole her, anything to get her to agree to what they wanted. They knew she would eventually say yes. Sometimes it took just a little effort. But not usually.

Sooner or later anybody that wanted something from Maria got their way. After buying or doing something she really didn't want to do she would be resentful and irate, yet she couldn't break the pattern of behavior she had created. She had this deep-seated desire to please people. Even if her own needs weren't addressed. It was as if everyone was more important than her. She knew it was a problem, that it was unhealthy, but felt that with time and some practice she would eventually learn to say no to people and stick up for herself.

However, she knew deep inside that she was making little headway. She remained very insecure and peoples' opinion of her mattered to her more than she cared to admit. Even strangers. She dreaded answering the phone because if it was a telemarketer she would wind up buying stuff she didn't want or need. Magazines, porcelain dolls, all kinds of junk that just wound up in her closet buried underneath some other junk she had been pushed into buying. Just because she didn't want to make the salesperson unhappy.

Although Maria felt that this problem was surmountable, she didn't realize to the extent how it was effecting her life. As she got older, her lack of ability to assert her needs was slowly becoming a vicious cycle that was binding her more and more into agreeing and doing things that she really didn't want to do and in turn making her more and more susceptible to the will of others.

In essence she was compounding the problem because of not seriously confronting the issue, the fear of what she might find if she really confronted herself. It pained her that wanted to be liked so bad, and she didn't want to hurt anybody's feelings. Although exploring these feelings would do wonders to helping her understand herself and start learning how to be assertive, admitting that she had a problem in the first place precluded her ability to do anything about her problem.

Thus, she was creating an emotional gauntlet for herself. A trap that she was going to wind up getting caught in. A trap of her own creation. A black hole with sides to slippery to climb up from. Unfortunately, she didn't know how close to the edge she was actually walking.

At 17 Maria had blossomed into a beautiful young woman. She was the first person in her family that had graduated from H.S. She had been able to skip her sophomore year and was only short three credits to graduate. All she needed was to complete one summer school class and she would be starting college in the spring.

Her father who had been a farmer in Jalisco, Mexico and her mother who was a housewife has snuck across the border in Texas 20 years earlier to start a new life for themselves. They lived with relatives in a rat-infested apartment that was permeated with the scent of decay and too many bodies. They had sacrificed, scrimped and saved and after many years opened a small restaurant in downtown L.A.

In the beginning they had started as a food stall in the market districts, but word of mouth about how absolutely delicious the food was brought in more and more customers. There were lines for people waiting to order, all hours of the day. To handle the heavy traffic they bought up the two stalls on either side of them. Even so, they quickly outgrew these too. By this time they had saved enough money to buy the restaurant.

That was two years ago. When Maria began working after school at the age of 15 as a waitress, business really seemed to pick up. Particularly in the evening when she was working. Her father, a strong man, shrewd, with the quick, nimble mind of a successful businessman realized that his daughter had the feminine assets that could be used to lure more customers to the restaurant.

Although Maria and her mother initially balked at the attire she was forced to wear, they both knew that as father and husband he was the man of the house and what he said went. In their home, their father was king and his wife, Maria and the rest of her younger six siblings were his court. Although he treated his wife with great respect and his children had everything they needed, he didn't ever need to tell anyone twice what was expected of them.

All of them at one time or another, excluding Maria because she was so desperate to please, had endured a hard slap in the face or worse being beat with his belt when they had dared defied his will. Maria's father was fair, but he had no problem with putting his family in line when they made the error of second guessing him. If he wanted Maria to dress in a certain way, and it was going to help the family, and increase business, she would do it or suffer the consequences.

Although after two years she had grown accustomed to the leers and stares of the restaurant patrons, putting on her dress to go to work always made her feel dirty and cheap. Although the dress was made in the traditional Mexican style of 1920's colonial Mexico, the hem was much shorter and the scooped neckline cut much lower than from that era. The bottom portion of the dress itself was a smorgasbord of bright colors, blue, red, green and white. The top was black, clingy, and scooped low showing an ample amount of cleavage. There were no shoulder straps. The only thing keeping the blouse up was Maria's large bust.

The round 34 D's jutting out from her chest like two perfectly sculpted hills, the top tapering down tightly to her slim waist and then flaring out in multi colored ruffles that ended quickly about eight inches above her knee. The pumps she wore caused her legs to look longer than they really were and accentuated her soft calves and firm thighs. By the time she was 16, Maria already had a grown up body.

Lush, firm and full. Her dress accentuating every nuance, every luscious curve of her body. With her thick, black hair French braided in one long braid and no make-up except for a little mascara, Maria was absolutely breathtaking. Her body and her innocent, childlike demure, brought out the demon of lust in every male there.

It was a Friday night at the restaurant and Maria was running back and forth hurriedly. Trying to keep track of the orders. The other waitress scheduled to work with her had called in sick and she was in charge of everything. Her mother helped when she could, but had other responsibilities to worry about. Her father worked with two other men cooking.

Maria was exhausted. Tired of the smell of Mexican food and the furtive stares of the male patrons who looked her over every single time she walked by. Staring hungrily at her breasts like a concentration camp prisoner watching a guard eat a fat, juicy bratwurst. She felt like they were undressing her with their eyes and it made her feel sick to her stomach. Thankfully she only had another hour of torture to go until the restaurant closed.

Tim, Mark and Steve had been driving around looking for a place to eat. Arguing back and forth about what they wanted. "I'm sick of McDonalds you dumb fucks," Tim said irritatingly. Mark and Steve just mumbled not wanting to piss Tim off. He had a bad temper and they were not in the mood to be subjected to his anger. "Think of something else." Tim continued, his voice impatient, "Someplace that doesn't serve fucking hamburgers and fries and the fucking loser behind the counter doesn't ask 'is Pepsi o.k.' if you ask for a fucking coke."

Tim impatiently tapped out the drumbeat to "Stranglehold" that was blasting out of his stereo, on his steering wheel.

"How about over there," Steve said, pointing out the window of Tim's 79' Camero, "that Mexican place, Sonoras."

"Yeah, man good choice. I've heard they have great food and the prices are pretty decent," responded Mark.

"Cool," Tim said, "I'm game. let's go." He braked hard and skid into the entrance, pulling into the parking lot. They were halfway to the restaurants entrance when Tim asked, "Did you guys lock the doors?"

Mark and Steve looked at each other, wordlessly blaming the other.

"Well don't just stand there!" Tim said exasperated, "Will one of you dumb asses go do it?? We're not in Brentwood and if somebody steals my stereo I'm going to be one pissed off mother fucker." Mark and Steve hurried back to the car before Tim could say another word.

Maria was finishing an order when she noticed three boys sauntering in like the owned the place. They looked a couple of years younger than her, around 15 or 16, and looked like they were part of the stoner crowd. Dirty tennis shoes, 501's and each one wearing a tee shirt featuring a heavy metal rock band.

The taller one looked particularly troubling. He was tall and lanky, with longish dirty blond hair. He was wearing a Ted Nugent t-shirt. There was an arrogance about him that she found distasteful. The other two boys seemed to be more like bookends, following behind. Trying to appear tough. But obviously the taller of the boys was the leader of the three.

Tim noticed Maria right off. She stood out like a lantern on a moonless night. God she was fucking hot. What a body. What a set of fucking tits. Mark and Steve were clowning back and forth, making a scene, bringing attention to themselves. "Stop acting like assholes, you stupid assholes," Tim said angrily, not wanting the cute girl to think they were a bunch of losers.

He kicked Mark hard underneath the table making him wince. "Jeez Tim, we were-" His voice cut off in mid sentence when he saw Maria. "I know her!" he said excitedly "She goes to Andover High. She lives down the street. The only reason she doesn't go to our school is because the school..." He paused, unsure of the word.

"District line," Steve interjected. "Yeah that's the word...anyway the district line cuts across the neighborhood.

"So she lives down the street from you huh?" Tim asked, pursing his lips. He placed his elbows on the table and rested his chin on his clasped hands watching Maria as she approached their table with a basket of chips and salsa and three waters.

Maria felt jittery as she approached their table. The three of them looking at her unabashed. Particularly the guy with his hand on his chin. He was practically stripping off her clothes with his eyes. The nerve. She was going to show him and his punk friends that she was not going to let three 16-year-old losers intimidate her.

As she reached their table, she thought that they would at least look at their menus, but she was wrong. They stared at her openly. Their eyes caressing her face, her prominent breasts and cleavage and her legs. Her initial confidence faltered. She felt the hollowness of anxiety flood her gut. She took a quick, deep breath. Tim looked down at her badge. "How ya doin' Maria?" he asked lazily.

She ignored him. "Do you know what you would like to order?" Maria asked politely, not wanting to see how their brazenness had affected her.

Although Tim spent a good part of the time getting stoned and listening to heavy metal music, he was also very intelligent and a keen observer. People oftentimes mistook him for someone going nowhere, but they had no idea of his level of intuition and his keen observational skills. When he saw Maria from afar, she looked completely out of his league. A beautiful girl, with a beautiful face and a beautiful body. But close up, he detected some sort of fear. Of what he didn't know. But, he knew that she wasn't as confident as she wanted to appear. There was something about her.

There was something almost genteel about her. As if she was trying to hide a facet of herself from them. Something that she would prefer that nobody knew. But Tim knew. He knew it like he knew that his car ran on gas. She was as emotionally fragile as a house made of spit and Kleenex.

Maria paused, her pen and ordering pen at the ready, waiting for their reply. She took another breath. She felt a sense of disquiet and wanted to get away from their table as soon as possible. The leader of the three wasn't just leering at her, he was.... reading her. She could almost feel his eyes probing her mind and it made her extremely uncomfortable. She cleared her throat, and politely asked, "Would you like another couple of minutes?"

Tim leaned back in the booth and stared into her eyes. He asked in a very matter of fact way, "The chicken with mole, is that entree served with breast meat?" Tim looked at her chest as he asked. His eyes scanning her firm breasts slowly, from her cleavage to where her bronze skin disappeared into the tight top. Mark and Steve picked up on the double entendre.

Maria looked down at the table embarrassed. She forced herself to look back at him. Pretending she didn't catch his double meaning. "Actually, the chicken is a mixture of dark and white meat," she said, her fingers tapping nervously on the order pad. Tim and his friends just kept staring at her.

Their lust filled eyes engulfing her. She had never felt so humiliated in her whole life. Having to stand in front of three strangers and be subjected to their blatant leering. They weren't even trying to show some tact. She wished they would just order.

After a few seconds Mark asked Maria, "I was curious if I could just order a pair of firm thighs." He asked his question lightly, but there was no doubt to what he was referring. "If you don't mind us saying so," Tim continued, "you've got a pretty nice set of thighs yourself. And the rest of your body looks good enough to eat too." The boys looked at Maria noting her reaction. She shifted in front of them nervously.

Totally unsure of herself. Her mind blank and confused. She also felt warm as if someone had turned on the heater. She just stood there immobile. Maria's lack of response emboldened Tim. In a soft voice he said, "Would it be O.K. if I just took a little peak under your skirt?"

Maria looked at him with outrage, but did nothing as he reached over slowly and began to raise her skirt. Finally, mustering up the courage Maria said with forced lightness, "Look you guys, I have a lot of other people to serve." But she didn't move an inch and continued to let the boys have their way with her, to use her like a human doll.

Tim raised Maria's skirt past the upper part of her thighs. She knew she should slap him, but she felt like her muscles were locked into place. She felt dizzy and somewhat giddy at the same time. Her stomach felt empty except for a sphere of anxiety that sickened her as it spiraled lazily around her stomach. She felt physically ill, but emotionally confused.

As Tim pulled Maria's skirt past the point of her thin cotton panties all three of the boys blew out their breath in unison. They could see that Maria had a abundant bush that fully filled out her thin cotton panties. They could see her cunt through the thin material. The stray pubic hairs poking out of the sides of her panties.

Tim could feel his cock throb in his pants. "I know one thing," Tim said thickly "Your pretty juicy too." He ran his index finger into the wet folds of Maria's cunt, which were moistening.

The shock of his touch broke through her daze and she quickly slapped Tim's hand away. She looked furtively around. Thank God they were on the slow side of the restaurant. Otherwise somebody could have seen. Angry at herself for her lack of will, Maria stated forcefully, "What do you guys want? I'm busy."

Tim, already knowing how easy Maria was to manipulate pretended nothing had happened. He calmly ordered his entree and Mark and Steve did the same, taking the cue from Tim to drop the game. At least for the time being. When she brought their order they didn't even give her a glance.

The rest of her shift passed by uneventfully. There were no more problems with the boys. In fact, when they went they left her a generous tip. The whole episode seemed to surreal that she wondered if it really happened. If she really was so weak that she would let herself get felt up like that in a restaurant.

As she helped her father and mother closed up the restaurant she couldn't help remember the conflicting emotions that went through her as her skirt was raised. She didn't even try to stop him. Why? What was wrong with her?

That night she slept fitfully, tossing and turning, her mind going a mile a minute, her nerves frazzled. She woke up around 6:30 a.m. and was shocked to find that she had her hand in her panties. Her middle finger curled up into her wetness.

Shamefully, she took her finger out of herself and wiped her juice on her mattress. Disgusted with herself. Not wanting to further explore the Pandora's Box that had started to open up ever so slowly. She turned her attention to other matters. Today was Saturday and she had a lot of stuff to do. There was a test coming up and she needed to study.

Both of her parents were out so Maria decided to go study at the neighborhood pool. This early nobody would be up. She could work on her tan, not that she needed to get any darker, and study the chapters she needed to know for the test. After a quick breakfast of bananas and granola and a glass of orange juice, Maria went up to her room and put on her bathing suit.

She preferred to wear a one piece because she attracted less attention and hated to be stared it, but unfortunately it was dirty and needed washing. She paused uncertainly. 'who cares' she thought to herself, 'nobody is going to be out this early anyway.' She took off her robe and pajamas laying them on the bed. Maria quickly grabbed her other suit, a white bikini, stepping into it sliding the bottom of the suit up her lean legs, her fingers tugging the material up around her shapely thighs and ass. She slid the top up over her arms accommodating her heavy breasts into the cups.

Feeling comfortable with the fit she reached behind and deftly secured the strap. She glanced at herself in the dresser mirror. Her bikini top was a tad too small and enhanced the size of her breasts. Embarrassed, not wanting to attract attention to herself, Maria threw on an oversized California Angeles t-shirt, put on her flip- flops, grabbed her history book and bounded down the stairs

Maria was relieved that she had the pool to herself. She pulled out one of the pool chairs and adjusted it so she could lay back, but not far enough where she wouldn't be able to read her book. Stretching out she propped up one of her sleek, firm legs to use to keep her book up. Subtly adjusting herself she began to read, the sun now beating down warmly on her body.

Down the street at Marks house, Tim was motioning to his friends to stop making such a commotion. "You dumb assess, hold on a second," he said angrily. "I'll let you take a look once I know there is nobody around." Mark and Steve shuffled there feet. Impatient, wanting to taking a peek at Maria who was laying out about 100 yards away.

Ever since they had left the restaurant the night before, they had been talking amongst themselves about Maria. The size of her tits, how fucking hot she was, her thick bush, the fact the she actually let them see her pussy through her cotton panties. She didn't even try to stop them. She had just stood there like a statue, her face passive, her eyes reflecting her humiliation.

Afterward, adrenaline flowing, Tim thought they should just crash at Mark's house and from there watch Maria from afar with binoculars. They had a perfect view to her house. To see how she was dressed, where she was going, and just gape at her until they could figure out another way to continue their little game. A game that Tim knew had the potential of going on a lot longer then the night before. Mark was the first one who noticed that Maria was heading to the pool.

The boys were so worked up from the escapade at the restaurant that they were up and about by 5:00 in the morning. "Fuckin' A, that's her. She's going to the pool by herself." he said excitedly. Tim grabbed the binoculars from the nightstand to get a better look. Yep it sure was her. There was no way. No fucking way you could miss that body. You'd have to be blind or gay.

Tim scanned the entire pool area. Finding the area empty other than the solitary figure of Maria. He trained the binoculars back on her and adjusted the focus. At that moment Maria grabbed her t-shirt and pulled it over her head causing her to arch her back, squeezing her large breasts, the big mounds stretching the material of the top outward. Tim could see the swell of her breasts on the sides, taut and firm. He licked his lips.

Tim said, "Forget the binoculars you guys, it's time to see Maria close up. Take my cue. Don't say or do anything stupid, all right?" Steve and Mark shook their heads in confirmation.

"Okay, come on, let's go. Don't forget your swimming stuff. We don't want to look conspicuous." With eyes glittering with excitement the three boys made there way to the pool trying to make as little noise as possible. Not wanted to let Maria see them until the last possible second.

"Oh hi Maria!" Tim said with exaggerated friendliness. "What a surprise. Do you mind if we join you?"

Oh my God, it was them! The three boys from the restaurant, how embarrassing, where had they come from? Taken aback and not wanting to appear rude, but irritated at the intrusion, Maria asked them to join her, "Sure...eh... you guys, pull up a seat."

The guys grabbed some deck chairs and make themselves comfortable. Tim motioned to Mark and Steve when Maria wasn't looking to sit on the other side of her so that she was between all of them. Maria felt uncomfortable, but tried not to show it. "I can't really stay too long, I have a lot to do."

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Mark and Steve scanning her body. She felt a slight shiver pass through her. The boys ignored her comment. "What are you studying?" asked Steve feigning interest.

"The Mexican-American war. I have a big test coming up next week." Maria replied. She tried to concentrate on her book, hoping the boys would stop asking questions. Desperately wishing they would just leave. She needed to study and having them here alone with her was making her nervous and anxious.

"Who teaches that class?" asked Tim.

Maria looked up at him to answer and caught him looking down at her breasts. He slowly raised his eyes up pausing every few seconds until he made eye contact with Maria. Maria could feel a slight mist of anxiety starting to roll across her abdomen. She unconsciously shivered. "Mr. Nelson does," she replied. "You wouldn't know him. He only teaches at my school."

Maria tried to look like she was in control, but she was obviously scared. Even her voice cracked a bit when she answered his question. Even though it was early the sun was already out and it was humid. Maria really wanted to jump in the pool and cool off, but did not want the boys to see her wet. She knew they would be able to see her nipples through her top. Damn them. She felt warm, anxious and out of her element. She noticed that they had scooted closer to her.

She could feel a tension in the air. Something wasn't right. Abruptly, Maria got up. "I really have to go now," she said nervously. "I.... I have some stuff do to in the house."

Tim grabbed her leg playfully, his hand encircling her firm calf. "You're so pretty Maria, so pretty," Tim said softly. "You have the best body of any girl I've even seen. Don't you agree guys?" He began to run his hand up and down her legs softly.

Maria was embarrassed. She shifted back and forth on her feet not sure what do to. She felt a tingling sensation pulse up her spine making her quiver.

"You do, you really do. You have a great body," Steve and Mark chimed in.

She saw them looking at her with longing. From the other side of her chair, Mark and then Tim started to work their hands across Maria's warm skin. Stroking her legs up and down, their fingers feather light.

She gasped, her respiration increasing, "That's enough you guys," she said with forced luster. Her body felt tense and immobile. Just like at the restaurant. God, she had to get control of herself, but she felt frozen. She began to breath slightly faster.

The fact that Maria hadn't stopped them encouraged them to push her further. Tim pushed Maria back towards her chair. She lost her balance and plopped down her legs splayed wide. She attempted to pull herself up but the boys were all over her insistently stroking her legs, stomach and arms.

She began to pant aware that she was not just feeling humiliated, she was becoming sexually aroused. Desperately trying to maintain control she said, her voice reflecting her fear, "Please you guys, all right that's enough. I really have to go.. please let me go. please!" She tried to climb out of the chair, but was shoved down insistently by Tim.

Bending towards her Tim said thickly, "Show us your tits Maria. We want to see your tits."

A scalding heat seared through Maria's body making her catch her breath.

"Come on Maria. Do it! show us those fucking tits," Mark asked hungrily. "Show us like you showed us your panties. Remember your wet panties Maria?"

Maria's nipples had begun to harden and elongate under her bikini top. "Don't talk to...to me...like that," she said, her breath coming in short little gasps. Her breasts felt hard and constricted. The anxiety rolled back and forth in her stomach likes sea swells. Maria hesitated, her mind blank, her mind overloading with feelings. Feelings she couldn't define. Feelings that she was letting enslave her. This can't be happening again, she thought with anguish. It can't!

Mark suddenly reached over and softly pinched one of her nipples, making her moan. She made a motion to slap his hand away, but in that instant, Mark reached over and began to knead her other breast. Hefting the large mound and then every few seconds rubbing and pulling at the nipple thru the thin material of the bikini top.

Mark and Tim's ministrations were causing Maria to squirm all over the chair. She was panting heavily. Steve could see that the crotch of her bikini was darkening. He sucked in his lip, his cock heavy in his shorts.

Tim pulled Mark away from Maria leaving her aroused and in need.

She looked at them angrily, but pleadingly, not knowing what to say or do. Wanted to run away, but unable to muster the energy to do so. She sat on her chair panting heavily, making her big tits quiver in the tight confines of her top. Intermittently she licked her dry lips.

"Take off your top Maria, we want to see your tits," hissed Tim. "They're so fucking big. We want to see them naked. Come on. Show us!"

She clenched her teeth in shame and kept her arms to her sides, clenching and unclenching her little hands, trying to defy them. Showing them that she would not let three teenage boys not much younger than her humiliate her further. She was not going to obey them. She refused.

As the seconds ticked by it became a battle of wills. She could see the boys looking at her, their eyes filled with lust. Caressing her body from one end to another. She could see reflected in them the pent up lust, the animal craving.

She could see that all three of them were hard. She could see their cocks straining against the material of their bathing suits. She looked away and scanned the pool. She needed help. She couldn't fight them alone. But there was nobody around to help her. She felt helpless and lost. Physically, she felt hot and bothered too.

Her top felt so tight. She could feel her nipples throbbing under her bikini top. Looking down at the ground, ashamed at her weakness, her eyes watering, she slowly reached up and around unhooking her top. Her large breasts no longer confined to such tight quarters seemed to explode out of her chest leaving the top in her lap. Maria's tits were hard and firm, capped with dark brown nipples that poked out of the aureoles. The tips hard and pointing out defiantly. Her breasts were a soft coffee color in contrast to the rest of her bronze skin. The sight of her was absolutely breathtaking.

Momentarily at a loss at the shock of seeing Maria in all her splendor, Mark and Tim quickly went to work, not wanting to let Maria realize the folly of her mistake. The folly of letting her repressed sexuality, her inner desires override her judgment.

Although she began to protest, she felt completely overpowered by the three horny boys. They knew exactly what to say and exactly what to do. Not leaving her even a second to think of a way to work her way out of the mess she had gotten herself into. They began to systematically heft her breasts, gently and then roughly, every couple of seconds pinching her hard nipples and pulling them away from her heavy breasts causing Maria to moan in both pain and pleasure. Little pinpricks of heat that seemed to be poking her from the inside of her skin.

Maria's hands were clenched tightly around the arms rests of the chair and her body would arch up like a live wire in tandem to the hands, which insistently were mauling her big tits. Making them jiggle and bounce. She wanted to get up so badly, to run away. Anything to end the shame and humiliation that sickened her in it's intensity, the dual pulls of morality and pure animal lust tearing her in half. But she couldn't. She couldn't.

"Oh...sweet mother of Jesus stop... stop it," Maria said panting as Mark and Tim pinched the hard nipples, pulling them outward and then rolling them, over and over again tightly between their fingers. Sending bolts of pleasure rocketing through Maria's emotionally tortured body.

Finally Maria arched are back in aching need and at the same moment squeezed her firm legs together with a guttural moan. Knowing that they had more than partial control of her Tim instructed Steve to get behind her and grab her wrists pinning them above her head.

Panicking, Maria attempted to jerk herself up from the chair, but could not tear herself from Steve's grasp. "No...please...no!" Maria cried out in a panic.

"Hold her down!" Tim hissed to Mark. "I'll grab her legs, grab her by the side."

Mark got down on his knees and hooked his strong arms around Maria's tender torso his head resting on one of her large breasts. Looking up at Steve he told him to put a towel over Maria's mouth to keep her quiet.

Although it was early in the morning and the pool was far enough away from bordering homes they couldn't afford to let anyone hear Maria's loud cries of protest. Maria's body tensed up and she shook her head from side to side violently as Steve fit the towel snugly around her mouth making her long hair flay wildly from side to side.

Tim bent down close to her, his warm breath on her ear. "If you just play along with us, we won't hurt you. We know you are enjoying this. Your bikini bottoms are soaked and you haven't even gone in the pool yet." Mark and Steve smirked at the comment.

Maria looked up him beseechingly, her eyes forming tears. Her hands held up over her head by Steve as if she was a side of beef on a hook. She began to cry, the tension of the last few minutes leaving her mentally, physically and emotionally exhausted. Knowing that further opposition could result in possible physical violence, Maria willed her self to quiet down.

Breathing through her nose she took deep breaths. 'I have to stay in control' she thought. 'If I want to get out of this, I have to stay in control.'

"That's good Maria," she heard Tim say. "You know you're enjoying this."

Maria could only moan into the towel.

"Hold her tight you guys," Tim said as he reached up slowly with his hands to her bikini bottoms. He grasped them firmly from one side and began to pull them insistently down the roundness of her firm ass, on one side and then the other. Each pull uncovering more and more of her firm skin. Tim took his time. Patiently waiting out the inevitable.

Maria moaned back in her throat as she felt the fabric being worked off of her. Each tug leaving more of her skin exposed. "Raise your butt, c'mon," Tim commanded.

Shuddering with fear, her stomach flooded with anxiety, Maria raised her tight ass off of the chair using her feet to prop herself up enough so that Tim could slowly pull the bikini bottom down her lean legs. He casually tossed them away leaving Maria totally exposed. Completely naked. Her body shuddered.

The three boys started at her firm body eagerly, their eyes dancing all over her firm limbs, the perfect symmetry. Visually consuming her large breasts, hard, pointy nipples, taut stomach and firm, beautiful, legs that tapered up in a graceful curve, ending at the thick hair at the juncture of her beautiful, soft thighs. Each patch of exposed, firm, brown flesh, causing their collective penises to throb with desire.

Tim licked his lips. Maria laid back on the chair breathing shallowly her eyes darting from one boy to the next, like a gazelle ready to be brought down by a hungry lion. Unable to move, her arms up over her head held by her wrists, her mouth covered by a towel, her waist gripped tightly and now two hands that were slowly encircling her slim ankles. She knew she was at their mercy.

From his position Tim could see the folds of Maria's cunt, which were slightly distended, and the cuntal juice of her arousal, which coated the soft, upper areas of her thighs.

Tim looked up at Maria. "There isn't much you can do Maria," he said, "We'll take the towel away from your mouth if you promise you'll behave yourself."

Maria moved her head up and down quickly, the towel covering her face making her feel suffocated. Tim motioned to Steve to take it off her face. Maria took a large gulp of fresh air. Anxiously she said, "Okay you got your thrill. You've seen me naked. Haven't you done enough? Someone might come." Her eyes furtively scanned the pool area. Her heart sank when she saw that the entire pool area was completely deserted.

Tim began to spread her sleek legs apart. Maria looked at him fearfully.

Staring into her eyes he said, "To be honest Maria, we were hoping you would let us fuck you."

Maria looked at him in shock and began to babble, "No... no.. God no... not that....no way.....I'm not -"

"Shut up Maria!" Tim said scowling. "You like the idea of us fucking your cunt, don't you?"

Tim's words ricochet in her mind, fuck.... cunt.... cunt... fuck.... She felt a heat sear through her causing her body to break out in a light sheen of perspiration. She took a deep breath. Willing control. She looked at him defiantly, "I'm not.... I can't let you do that!"

"Why are your nipples so hard Maria?" Mark said with a half smile. His mouth just a couple of inches from the rock hard nubs. "Do you want me to suck them?" he said slowly, "Do you want me to suck your big, aching tits?"

Mark's words caused another wave of heat to course through her, envelope her. Frightened, Maria attempted to bring her arms down to stop him but was held in check by Steve who squeezed her wrists making her wince. Mark hefted her breast and fed her taut tit into his mouth sucking the hard nipple into it, his tongue licking it quickly back and forth while he kept a tight suction on the dark brown aureole. Bringing it deeply into his mouth.

Maria sucked in her breath deeply, desperately trying to mentally put out the fire that was smoldering within her body. With his free hand, Mark brought it up to Maria's full lips.

"Suck my fingers Maria. Come on. Do it!" he hissed.

Maria tried to pull her head to the opposite side but could not escape the probing fingers. As his fingers brushed her full lips he gently bit on her nipple causing her to cry out. A tremor passed through her body. Maria opened her mouth and began to suck his fingers. Running her tongue around each digit and between them.

Feeling as if she no longer was in control of her body, but a toy, a plaything. She sucked hard on his fingers. Mark took his fingers out of her mouth and moved his hand down to her free breast and began to roll the stiff nipple soft and then hard while maintaining the sexual assault on the other breast. Maria arched her back and groaned. She knew she should end this before it ended in a way that would forever change the course of her life, but could not summon the inner will to do so.

As Maria was grappling with her confused feelings, Tim began to slowly draw Maria's legs apart. Although she was resisting as much as she could from the standpoint of what she was saying, her body was betraying her. Marie's arousal was obvious. The lips of her cunt pink, wet and distended like the petals of a blossoming flower, vulva shining with her juice.

As Mark continued the to suck and knead Maria's full mounds, Tim bent between her spread legs and began to softly lap at her vagina, his tongue running along the folds of Maria's cunt and every couple of seconds, swirling around her hard clit. He maintained a steady pressure. His hands on each of her warm thighs holding them wide.

He kept her cunt as exposed as possible. Her wetness and his saliva running down the swollen, wet folds of her vagina. Each pass of his tongue over her sensitive clit and vaginal lips causing Maria to jerk involuntarily in the chair. His insistent tongue causing her to writhe back and forth, helplessly.

As Tim continued to eat out Maria's cunt he looked upwards and paused to watch Mark suck on Maria's stiff nipples, which had turned a deeper shade of brown from the hard sucking. Mark's greedy mouth alternated form one to another. Sucking one firm tit hard with his lips while his other hand was pinching and rolling the other, causing Maria to flex back and forth on the deck chair, defenseless.

A slave to her inner lust and the sick desire to please, Maria was shaking her head back and forth. Her thick, black hair, flaying from side to side.

Every few seconds Mark would alternate the two motions, keeping Maria on the edge, causing her to moan anew.. Between her rapid ventilation's, Maria would feebly cry out, "I...I... don't want this anymore...stop I.." but she could not summon up the strength or the will to fight them.

Tim looked up toward Maria's face. Her eyes were lidded with sexual arousal. Between pants Maria pushed her tongue out of her mouth to lick her dry lips. The site of her writhing uncontrollably with her arms held up over her head brought Tim lust to a boiling point. "All right," he said, his voice tight, "let her go. She has to do this on her own free will."

Maria moaned, sucked her lower lip into her mouth, her body heaving. The sudden end to the pleasure she was receiving leaving her feel empty and irritated. Her stomach felt jittery. Her vagina and breasts radiated a terrible heat that both soothed her and scalded her. Denied the sexual stimulation. She grabbed the handles of the seats and jerked upward in frustration. She sat back panting. Each quick intake of breath making her large tits shake pleasingly.

Tim motioned to Mark to hand him the towel. "Raise your ass Maria," he commanded.

Maria hesitated, knowing his intentions. Tim wanted to fuck her. No way. There was no way. Absolutely no way she was going to let him inside her. She couldn't.... wouldn't let him.

"NOW I said!"

She paused, in agony, trying to stare Tim down. Finally she dropped her eyes to the ground as a pool of tears gathering at the corners of her beautiful eyes. She slowly raised her hips, her tears beginning to run down her cheeks. Unable to handle the spiral of thoughts and feelings swirling through her mind and body. Her face crumpled as she began to sob softly.

Tim folded the towel twice and then slipped it under Maria's firm ass, raising it about three inches off the chair. The elevated position causing her pelvis to flatten out slightly, causing the dark triangle of hair to slightly part revealing the wetness within. Mark and Tim stared at Maria with an obvious animal yearning. Tim worked the shorts off his body, his hard cock springing into the air like a missile. His hard, throbbing cock protruded from the base of his ball sack, filled to bursting with his warm teenage cum.

It had been a while. A long while, since he had the opportunity to discharge the cargo of seed that he felt in his hard balls. He was glad he didn't jerk off last night. He knew where he wanted his sperm to go. He edged himself forward, his lance seeking the wet vagina beneath him.

Maria gripped the handles of the chairs so hard her knuckles turned white mortified at was happening. Plaintively, almost begging, she said, "Listen.... this... this isn't right.... what.... what.. your.... why.... why... wh..." Maria tried to pull back into the chair, but could go no farther. She looked at Tim's cock in horror as he edged closer, the purple helmet of his teenage cock scraping along Maria's hard clit that had extended itself out of its little hood.

Bolts of pleasure radiated out of her pink, pulsing button. Her sobs segued into crying. Larger tears welled in her eyes and cascaded down her cheeks. Her voice quickening, timbered with beginning hysteria she said, "Look I let you see me naked. Please.... please don't put yourself inside of me... please... don't.... don't.... you're not using protection.... I'm ovulating, PLEASE!"

Tim just looked at her, his face blank and impassive.

Maria continued to babble. "Do you... you.... you... have a condom... please say you do. please. please say you do. God. please put one on.... I don't want to get pregnant. I don't want a baby!" She looked at Mark and Steve beseechingly, but found no empathy in their lust filled eyes. All they cared about was getting her next. Fucking her. Filling her with their sperm.

She heard Tim say, "Maria, reach down and put my cock inside your tight cunt."

A ball of nausea passed through her stomach. She could feel the bile rising in her throat while at the same time the lips of her vagina, swelled and puffy with arousal, pushed further out leaving the wet hole of her cunt hole exposed for all to see.

"Oh God.... please... please... don't make me do this.... not this. PLEASE!" she said nervously. "I'm in the middle of my cycle, please!" Her eyes reflected the fear she felt and the dirtiness of the nonconsensual act that she was being made to endure.

Yet, there was something else. Her own cravings that tugged at her. Made her aware of her hard, heaving breasts, and her legs that were pulled provocatively apart by the strong hands of her tormentor. She felt locked in the proverbial war of what was right and wrong. This was wrong. Her parents hadn't raise her like this. She began to pant heavier.

Tim licked his lips. His eyes roaming across her tense body that was trembling imperceptibly. "Now Maria.... now. put my cock in your cunt. C'mon I'm not going to tell you again. I probably won't need to anyway, right?" he said, maliciously. "Every time I use the word cunt, you seem to get more excited. Look how soaked your getting."

Maria looked down. She could see how much juice she was secreting. Her pubic hair was matted with it. The inside of her soft thighs were slick and wet. "Oh...God..." Maria moaned with shame and humiliation.

She reached down with a trembling hand and grasped the base of Tim's engorged phallic. She bit her lip, hesitating, willing herself to let go, to let the boy's throbbing cock go.

Tim bent down and whispered in Maria's ear, "You're a cunt."

Maria shuddered helplessly, a captive of her repressed desires, a slave to her lust. She began to slowly move Tim's cock towards the opening of the vagina.

"That's it you little cunt.... put my cock in your tight little cunt," he said soothingly.

Maria moaned with fear.

"It's going to feel great Maria... really great... I can hardly wait.... I know it's going to be tight... it's going to be so great fucking you..." He spread her legs out a little further. Anticipating her complete debasement.

Maria groaned with embarrassment and shame as she began to sink Tim's cock into her vagina. Her little hand pushing more and more of the hardness within her. Each push sending more and more pulsation's of pleasure coursing through her, as she worked more and more of the stiff rod into her wet hole.

Steve had stopped sucking on Maria's tits to watch Tim as he began Maria's debasement, but sensing Maria's confusion and wanting to insure complete domination of the sexually torn teen Steve motioned to Mark to get on side of Maria.

They both began to suck softly on her stiff, elongated nipples, one each side. Hefting her large mounds and squeezing them making her nipple stick out farther. She gasped with perverse pleasure at the hardness stretching and filling her insides, and now, the insistent lips and tongue on her over stimulated nipples. She unconsciously arched her back pushing her hard tits into the faces of her sexual tormentors.

Maria gasped out loud in shock as Tim pushed forward on his own accord burying his cock all the way to his cum filled balls. She could feel the hard cock inside her, the inner muscles of her cunt surrounding it greedily. 'He's going to.... fuck me...' she thought, paralyzed with fear and a perverse eagerness she couldn't fathom.

She tried not to think of his hard sack filled to the brim with hot cum and the fact he wasn't using protection. She squeezed her eyes together, pushing the thought out of her mind. Terrified of her thoughts and how they made her feel. She didn't want to do this, but she couldn't stop herself.

Maria shivered, sending goose bumps up and down her body, as Tim pulled back slowly out of Maria's wet cunt, his cock almost exiting and then he shoved slowly back again into the smooth, silky wetness.

"God do you have a tight cunt," he sighed. Tim's words made her moan helplessly.

He pushed her legs farther apart with his hands into a wide V. He moved back into her again, his cock disappearing back into her wet hole, making Maria groan deep in her throat with wanting, with need, but also with fear. The fear of losing complete control of her emotions, the double-edged sword of surrender.

Unconsciously, she began to slowly rotate her ass. She knew this was probably going to stimulate Tim more, but.... but it felt so good. But this was so dangerous. So incredibly depraved. This was something you read about in an erotic story archive, but it didn't happen in real life. Another shudder passed through Maria's body. She could feel her vagina filled and emptied over and over again.

Each hard thrust, working her up more and more. Being stimulated simultaneously in all her most sensitive areas caused an overload of sexual feeling throughout her body. The sweet pleasures bouncing throughout her lithe body like pinball machine. Tim moved back, clenched his buttocks and pushed forward again, slightly harder and faster. He was having a difficult time maintaining a slow steady pace although his main concern was not to give Maria pleasure, but to cum, to discharge the cargo of sperm and relieve that tightness in his hard balls.

He disappeared into Maria's cunt again, the cum filled balls slapping the inside of Maria's warm thighs with a soft thud. Maria could hear the steady, thud, thud, thud, of Tim's sperm filled sack as he continued to pummel into her, building speed. Her thighs were slick with the juice of her aroused pussy. Tim groaned louder. His cock awash in pleasure.

As Maria rotated her ass a little faster, Tim groaned again, pulling out a little quicker and pumping into Maria even harder on the next thrust, his heavy cum filled balls slapping harder against Maria's soft, inner thighs that he kept spread out and wide with his strong hands.

The sensation of being full of Tim's cock, that was pistoning into her harder and with more urgency on every stroke filled Maria with a flood of sexual heat, fear, shame and desire. It felt... so.... so... so good to be filled... to have that horrible itch of need and desire vanquished by the sawing of the hard cock within her, but she knew she couldn't let him ejaculate inside of her. She had to stay in control.

She made herself stop gyrating her ass, but Tim was too far-gone to care. Her period was at least 2 weeks away. She had woken up that morning slightly warm and aroused. Today of all days she probably was at her most fertile. Even one sperm entering her womb would probably induce conception. It was crazy what she let herself get into. It was dangerous. It was stupid. She could get pregnant. What would her parent's say?

The thought brought forth a cold realization. She was 17 years old and hadn't even started living yet. She hadn't even started her first semester at college. She couldn't let this happen. She was much too young to have a baby. She suddenly felt scared and panicky.

She had to get control of the situation. Maria was panting heavily and could barely talk, her breath coming in a rush. The stimulation of her breasts and more so each stroke of Tim's cock, making her weaker and wetter and less able to articulate what she knew she needed to say. What she needed to do.

Tim's strokes were getting faster now. She could feel his balls as they rhythmically thudded against the soft, wet thighs right below the wet, matted triangle. She saw there was a tightness in his face. It could only mean one thing. He was close to coming. She had to do something now. Now!

In between pants Maria gasped in panic, "Tim.... Tim... listen.... please.... listen... I'm not on the pill... and you're not using anything.... please.... for God's sake Tim... pull out when you cum!"

Perspiration covering his set face, Tim placed his hands around Maria's legs and raised them about an inch higher, so he could bear down on her more. He wanted his cock to go into her as deeply as possible. He continued his thrusting, his face set, the intake of his respiration quick. He felt his cock beginning to tingle. His balls began to slightly rise up signaling the opening salvo of sperm into Maria's soaked hole.

Panic gripped Maria like a vise. She knew what Tim was doing. He was trying to insure the best possible angle so that he would ejaculate directly into her womb. His two friends watched him fuck Maria. Their own cocks straining for release from the confining hold of their swimming trunks.

Her body was shuddering with fear. She began to cry again and babble hysterically. "Jesus.... Tim... Tim.... listen.... listen to me," she implored, knowing instinctively that she only had a few seconds left before Tim came.

Tim began to moan gutturally, "I'm close, just a few more... fuck.... fuck.... fuck." His thrusting became frenzied, his cock burrowing into Maria's hole so fast it was almost a blur.

"No... no... NO!," Maria cried, "NO.... oh god please don't cum inside me. Pull out! Please... please cum on my stomach. Tim PLEASE!" Adrenaline shooting throughout her body, she tried to use her arms to push Tim off her, but sensing her intentions, Mark and Steve grabbed her arms and pinned them down.

Looking deep into her beautiful brown eyes, Tim, his voice constricted in his throat, gasped, "Oh FUCK.... I'm.... I'm cumming Maria... I'm cumming in your cunt!"

In shock at what was occurring, but unable to stop it, Maria could only stare back at Tim with revulsion and fear as she felt the first contraction. This couldn't be happening! It just couldn't! Worms of desperation filled her insides, "No... oh God no..." she whispered.

She tried to arch her back tried to buck Tim off her, to make Tim's cock come out of her vagina and shoot onto her stomach, but it was impossible. Mark and Steve were still holding her down too tight. No amount of contortions could rid her of Tim's hard tool as it began its thick white discharge.

"No.... Tim... pull out! PULL OUT!" She felt the slight expansion of the pistoning cock inside her and gasped loudly "Oh my God, No!" as the first onslaught of hot sperm ejaculated into her, making her shudder helplessly.

Her body writhed underneath him as his contractions continued, two, three, four times. Tim groaned with satisfaction at each hard ejaculation. Each contraction lasted a couple of seconds.

Maria could feel the threads of his warm cum shooting into her like a fire hose at each down stroke. Pumping into her deeply. Tim's potent sperm settling down deeply within her as it made it's way to her womb. She trembled helplessly. Her body quivering.

Finally Tim pulled out of her, slightly winded, his face had a look of total contentment. His flaccid penis coated with Maria's cunt juice and his sperm.

Maria sat back motionless, her mouth slack, her mind and body in shock, her long legs spread out obscenely. She was only dimly aware that Steve and Mark had begun to take off their shorts.

The End