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 Learning men are pigs

   How do we learn?  That is a good question.  Some of us never learn. 
Many of us learn the lesson and equate it to all men.  I, on the other
hand, have learned that even though all men are pigs by nature some have
learned to cope with it.  The following story is true.  I am not
necessarily proud of it but it is part of my life.  At least I learned
lessons from my youthful experimentation.  In my later years, when I
actually applied the lessons my parents had tried to teach me, I found a
mate who although he is a pig is in control of his behaviors enough to not
show it.  This story or account would have made him very upset 20 years ago
but today my guess is that it will just turn him on.  Is this maturity or
depravity?  To me it doesn't matter.

   This all begins the summer of my 17th year.  We were totally cool then.
Going on to our senior year in High School and having the summer on the
beach in Southern California.  That is the summer I got my nickname.  The
one I use to this day.  My name to my friends, the elite and totally
bitchen surfer crowd was Sunnie.  I was the junior class Homecoming
Princess and on track to be Class Valedictorian.  I was going steady with
the biggest hunk surfer and football player around.  Tell me how I could
have been any Cooler.  My boyfriend, Greg, and I had been sexually active
for about three months.  From just before the Prom till the current time of
this story.  He was the only boy I had gone all the way with and was sure
that we would be married and live happily ever after.  Greg had graduated
and I assumed he would start to work for his dad after the summer was over.
He had dreamed of Pro football but he had neither the size nor the grades
to get a scholarship to Play College Ball.  We were the center of our
social circle.  The main source of recreation was of course surfing,
sunbathing, and Beach parties.  Being the early 70's drugs were prevalent
and beer was always available to us.  I was starting to have second
thoughts about Greg.  My girlfriends all thought I was crazy after all "he
was the most bitchen dude and all" but I saw many changes in him through
the summer.  He was using drugs more and didn't really care what his
parents asked of him.  He started making demands of me.  Little things
mostly.  Like making me take my Bikini top out from under me shirt when we
were at a Bonfire or when we were finished swimming.  Like fondling me when
people could see.  Like telling me what to do instead of asking me.  Like
bragging about our sexual activities around his friends.  He even got me to
take off my top in one of those little black and white photo booths down on
the pier and I caught him showing his buddies my pictures.  I didn't learn
my lesson about men being pigs the easy way.  I will have to admit what
happened to me at the big summer's end Bonfire was consensual but as I have
said it was pivotal in my forming my opinions about life and love and men
in general.

   That afternoon I was wearing my neon pink string tie Bikini.  The one I
had to sneak out of the house in my beach bag.  We spent a few hours girl
talking and roasting in the sun while the guys surfed. .  I took my final
dip shortly before the sun dipped all the way down below the turquoise
sunset.  Walking to the newly set fire I squeezed the water out of my
auburn hair that had bleached almost white on the top from the summer of
sun and ocean.  I slipped on my white crop top cotton t and picked up a
miller highlife from a cooler that had appeared at the party.  I moved over
to Greg, who was standing with a group of his friends and slipped my arm
into his.  He looked at me briefly and said" Sunnie loose the top chick you
know I don't like it." I new it was useless to argue so I set my beer down
and untied the strings holding it on.  I slipped it out from under my T.  I
was painfully aware of all of Greg's buddies watching the semi strip tease
and blushed red.  I couldn't help notice a couple of new guys.  They were
trying real hard not to stare at my nipples as they poked through my
T-shirt.  My breasts were still wet from my swim and the night air was
beginning to chill.  It was hard for me to reconcile my feelings.  In one
way I was disgusted and ashamed in others....  Well I was turned on by the
thought of being looked at that way.  They were already passing the first
joint and I started my second beer.  With no food since lunch I was already
feeling a little buzz.  Early in to the evening it was obvious to me that I
was going to get bombed.  I told myself then that I should have walked home
but my feelings of belonging to a group and to be around Greg kept me
there. A little later I felt his arms slip around me and felt his lips
brush my neck as I was talking to my girlfriends.  I thought to myself this
is what I needed from Greg just some tenderness and basked in the attention
and the perceived feelings of envy from my girlfriends.  After a few
minutes Greg pulled me aside and said " Babe you know those dudes Jake and
Tyrone?  The guys from laurel High?"

   I new who he meant it was the too new dudes hanging with the guys.  I
replied " yeah."

   He said, " they have this killer weed.  It like is really wild man."

   I answered " bitchen are you trying to score some?"

   He said, " Sure but I am like tapped out got any Bread?"

   I was lucky my Mom trusted me with lunch money so of course he knew I
was broke to.  But I still said " sorry Greggie I wish I did for you."

   He said "That's cool they asked me to go toke up with them any way you
comin?" It was nothing I hadn't done a hundred times before so we slipped
away from the light over to a now empty lifeguard Tower and joined Jake and
Tyrone, Greg's new found drug buddies in a happy little drug circle.  I was
completely wasted by this time and was functioning in a fog.  Jake was your
typical druggie/surfer lots of sun and burned out eyes but Tyrone, On the
other hand was a big tough looking black guy.  I remember him as a
linebacker from the Laural High team.  He seemed oddly out of place there
smoking dope with three bleached hair white teenagers.  It wasn't long till
we were all hi.  Greg was right about one thing the drugs these guys had
was, as we used to say "Primo smoke." I was sitting there enjoying the
closeness of Greg and wondering a whole lot of nothing when I became aware
that the guys were watching Greg slip his hand up my top.  Jake said " hey
dude you gonna Bogart the chick man?" I was to stoned to really catch what
he meant.

   " Yeah dude I wanna see those little white tits for my self not just
pictures." Tyrone added.  I blushed pink to my roots.

   Greg looked at me and said, " come on Sunnie let them see your tits."
With a big grin on his face.

   I was jolted by this and replied " hey no way." And crossed my arms and
scowled.

   Greg reached for me and snapped me up on my knees.  Then he said in a
voice I was learning to fear "Hey you Bitch you do what I tell you." He
proceeded to push my shirt up and expose my breasts.  He knew I would
comply so I let him do it.  As a kneeled there with Greg holding my arm and
his other hand holding up my top I couldn't help but see the look of total
lust in the other guy's faces.  I knew deep inside all I had to do was
scream or fight a little and I could stop it but I was feeling so many
strange feelings.  Many I had only felt with Greg before.  Wild, guttural,
earthy, feelings.

   Finally I said "OK OK Let me go.  I will do it.  " Greg let my arm go
and I settled back..  Looking straight at his drug buddies I slowly lifted
my top over my head. .  A rush of blood ran to my brain and to my pussy. 
This was so new, and so frightening, so sexual.  I could feel feelings in
me I had only experienced with Greg or from my own fingers but nothing was
touching my pussy.  I reached down and pulled my bottoms up on the sides
fully aware that three men were watching me but unable to stop myself.  The
extra pressure it put on my pussy lips almost set off an orgasm right there
with out any contact.  Greg slipped up behind me and started to roll my
nipples.  He was looking over my shoulder and watching Jake and Tyrone
watch me.  I couldn't help it I melted back and let him.  My head rolled
back and my eyes closed to a squint but I couldn't take my eyes off of the
guys watching me either.  My breath was getting ragged and I was almost
there when Greg pulled away.  I almost screamed.

   " Sunnie take off your bottoms and show these guys how you like to touch
your pussy." Greg announced.

   I hesitated for a second and then caught that look.  I sat back and
pulled off my bottoms and leaned back against the railing.  At this point
the compulsion to touch my self was so strong I knew I couldn't resist.  I
began softly to caress myself and Greg reached over and shoved my knees
back and apart so all of them could see.  I was so ashamed but also unable
to stop myself.  Through my own passion I could here them say things to me.
Dirty things.  Things like "Look at that sweet pussy.  Look at how wet the
slut is.  Rub that clit bitch."

   I was again about to complete when Greg said, "stop Bitch wait till I
can do you." And knocked my hand away.

   Just then Tyrone said, " how much do you want for the white slut dude."
And I became aware that Greg was about to trade my body for drugs.  The
worst part was I new deep inside of me that I would let him.

   Greg looked at them and said " for two lids of that shit you have you
can both do anything you want to her." Jake who hadn't said a word reached
into his baggie pocket and produced two Baggies of Dope.  He threw them to
Greg and smiled at me.  I was suddenly aware of Tyrone beside me and heard
him say

   " ma man Greg here tells me you are a real good cocksucker .  So show me
how a white girl does it."

   I was up on my knees by then and staring at the second penis I had ever
seen.  It was huge and Black.  I looked up at him and let my jaw go slack.
He almost tenderly guided it into my mouth.  Holding the back of my head he
slowly fed it to me an inch at a time every time he hit my gag reflex he
would back off just a little then continue.  Soon he was sliding that thing
in and out of my mouth.  Jake was behind me easing my knees back and
spreading them slowly.  I could feel his hand rub my pussy as he reached
around my waist.  I spasmed through my first orgasm with Tyrone's cock in
my throat and Jake rubbing my pussy from behind.  I felt Jake's knees in
between mine and his shaft at the entrance of my pussy.  I had never done
it this way before.  Like a dog.  He slammed into me.  No gentleness, no
care for me.  When he entered me he impaled me on Tyrone's dick I put up my
hands to push away but they held me tight.  The sensation of being unable
to breathe was so strong I almost fainted.  They backed off long enough to
let me catch a breath and slammed me again.  It was futile to struggle.  I
quaked through the most intense physical feeling I had ever felt.  I came
back to reality to recognize that Tyrone had pulled out of my mouth.  He
laid down flat on the deck of the tower with his massive dick sticking up
like a flagpole.  I was guided, carried, pushed until I was straddling him
and lowered onto his prick.  I remember a feeling of stretching and
fullness but it wasn't long and Tyrone's strong arms were pumping me up and
down on his manhood.  It was beyond description.  Jake stepped up to my
face and roughly grabbed my hair.  He wiped his cock on my face leaving
trails of my own juices across my cheeks.  He plundered my mouth forcing
his cock into my throat.  Again the feelings built deep inside me of
powerful, all encompassing pleasure.

   I heard Greg from behind me say "hold her still." I was beyond thought.
I couldn't fathom what was to occur Tyrone held me steady and Jake pulled
me further forward.  I could feel Greg's knees between mine with Tyrosine's
legs between his.  It dawned on me what he was about to do.  He had tried
before but I had always resisted.  I felt him press down hard on the small
of my back.  My tiny pink rosebud of an asshole was stretched open and I
could feel the breeze tickle my inner cheeks.  Greg put his cockhead to my
asshole and forced it in ever so slowly.  I almost passed out from sensory
overload.  Pain and pleasure, passion and fear, impending orgasm and total
humiliation.  He entered me and slowly started to pump.  Tyrone resumed too
but more of a pelvic rock with his giant dick embedded in my pussy.  Jake
held my hair so tight my scalp burned and was jack hammering in and out of
my mouth.  I surrendered to waves upon waves of pleasure.  Jake was first,
pulling out just as he came and shooting his cum all over my face the sight
of it was to much for Tyrone and he held me tight and grunted through a
orgasm.  Greg pulled out and came up to take Jake's place putting his cock
fresh from my asshole into my mouth.  I collapsed and he shot his cum deep
down my throat.  I came to a short time later.  Jake and Tyrone were both
gone.  Greg was sitting there smoking his new weed.  He looked at me and
said " hey Babe I am gonna let you smoke this with me kewl."

   I didn't even answer him I slipped on my shorts and T-shirt and walked
home, leaving him their smoking his dope.  It came to me right there that
his weed was worth more to him than I was. .....I went on to be a Prom
Queen that year.  I danced with the Prom king and went to football games. I
did all the normal things my friends did except date.  I did win the spot
as Class Valedictorian.  I spent several years wondering if I could ever
have sex with a man again.  The answer is yes.  In college I found the
right guy.  Just home from Vietnam, and so dashing in his uniform. .  He
filled me with laughter and treated me with respect.  After we were married
he found out when to pull my hair and when to "force" me to be nasty.  But
I always knew he would respect me and I was the most important thing in his
life.

   That is how I found out men were all pigs.  The upside to it is I enjoy
rolling in the mud sometimes and my pig can make me feel better than all of
the others did at once.