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 "Do you trust me?"

   Sara looked over at Eric as he drove.  "You know I do."

   "Strip."

   She had sensed the change in Eric about a month earlier, the subtle
change in attitude and how he looked at her.  How his requests were
becoming more than requests, how her pussy pulsed when this new voice
spoke. She stripped. .  Outside the car the shroud of night was claiming
the city around them, the shadows deepening, colors fading, the far reaches
lost in the growing gloom of night.  Soon all that was left were the
artificial glows of mankind, the sings on storefronts, the spaced street
lights, the lights on the other cars around them.

   Sara wondered if anyone could see her nakedness and felt herself getting
wet.  She could feel her nipples crinkle and pinch as they hardened as she
imagined the group of teen aged boys they passed catching a glimpse of her.
She felt her legs spreading of their own accord and smelled the scent of
herself rising from the moist folds.

   "Roll down your window."

   She obeyed without a thought feeling the warm night air caress her
fevered skin, felt her nipples tighten even more.

   "Don't speak until I tell you."

   She nodded her head as Eric pulled the car over and stopped by a group
of five boys.  She guessed they were in their mid to late teens.  Eric got
out and walked around to them and started talking, she could only make out
a word here and there but they were all looking straight at her.  Part of
her wanted to slide down in the seat, instead she raised herself up so that
her breasts were clearly showing.  She wasn't sure Eric wanted that, but it
felt right.

   The group came over.

   Two different hands cupped each breast, palms sliding over her nipples.
Her breath was quick and ragged as she met Eric's eyes.  The hands were
timid.  They explored, one teased her nipple and she gasped as shivers ran
through her body.  The group shifted without a word and new hands found her
tits.

   Traffic passed on the street.  Cars and trucks, people going their way
without realizing what was happening as they passed.

   "Get out."

   She pulled the handle releasing the door and one of the boys opened it.
She swung one leg out feeling the cool air swirl around her pussy and heard
at least two of the boys take a sudden breath.  She stopped for the moment
to pass then swung the other leg out and stood.  A hand guided her away
from the door and it closed behind her.  The group closed around her and
began walking, taking her with them.

   She felt the rough pavement under her bare feet, the air swirling around
her naked flesh, the slipperiness between her thighs as she walked, naked,
hidden in this groups of boys.  Eric led them into a park, night cloaking
them as they left the street behind.

   They moved through the shadows, color bleached from existence, every
sound amplified by the darkness.  She could hear the breathing of the boys,
the soft fall of their footsteps.  Then one of them touched her.  A hand at
the small of her back.  It lingered there as they moved, a spot of warmth
that seemed to grow, seemed to expand warming her whole body.  Then it
slowly slid down to rest on her flexing ass.

   "Here." Eric's voice came out of the dark.  There was grass under her
feet and she felt the hand pull away as the boys stepped back.  In the dim
light filtering from the street Eric stepped up to her and kissed her, his
hands roamed, touching her breasts, sliding down her belly, parting her
legs and slipping into her wet pussy.  She felt his fingers sliding slowly
in and out, felt the rush of excitement growing in her.

   "Kneel."

   She lowered herself and started to reach for his pants.

   "No." Then he stepped back and pointed at one of the boys.  "You."

   As he stepped in front of her Sara she wondered what this would be like,
the only cock she had ever sucked was Eric's.  Before him she had always
refused, before him it had always been `a dirty act', something `good girls
don't do'.  Before Eric.

   The boy stopped inches from her face and she barely hesitated before
reaching to open his pants.  As her hands slid up his legs she could feel
his hardness and she wanted to see it, to touch it, to know `this' cock. 
She slid the zipper down and unbuttoned the top, then worked his pants
down, pulling his boxers with them.  With a sudden bounce his cock came
free, nearly slapping her on the chin.  The head slowly bobbing before her
nose.  She could feel the heat radiating from it, smell the slight tang of
urine, see it move with the rhythm of his heartbeat.
   Then she opened her mouth and engulfed it.