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It certainly didn't all happen to me like I've written it, but many of the experiences were exactly as I describe. I found that by pushing things to their furthest limit of my imagination it is easier to write about experiences and what had been something of a therapeutic exploration of a very traumatic few days in Santa Cruz became, well, what you are about to read. (Mmb+/F, ped, nc, rp, exh, intr, v, exh, ws, orgy) *** The most important thing that I've learned since the time of my 'story', is that there is no such thing as a slut. There are just some very insecure women out there. I'm one of them... PART ONE I picked what looked like a black one-piece bathing suit out of a table of discount items, but it had a neon pink stripe, almost an arrow, running down the front to the crotch. It looked like one of those suits designed to make girls tits stand out more. I never wear color, my whole wardrobe is black, but I didn't care about that, since I didn't plan on wearing this in front of anyone. Mickey, my fiancé, had taken me to Santa Cruz for the weekend, so we could boogie board on the beach, even though neither of us had ever done it before. He'd borrowed a couple of those thermal body suits that surfers wear because the water is so cold in Northern California, and since I almost never go swimming I didn't have anything to wear under it but my underwear. Going nude under it was not an option. I don't know why, but I just can't bear to have only one layer of clothing, and ever since I hit puberty I have always worn several layers of clothes. This whole trip was unusual for me, I mean how many Goth girls do you see at the beach. I'd found this little shop right off the beach a little ways up the coast from the Boardwalk. It was nestled into a small strip mall, with a weather worn front end with a lot of "discount" signs in the window, so I thought it would be a good place to pick up a cheap suit to wear. Mickey dropped me off with his little brother, Evan, and left to go get his friend Arnold, who I don't like because he always stares at my boobs. Evan does the same thing, but he's thirteen and can't really help himself. I know I have a large chest, but I hate my boobs because they hang down causing a fold that I can hide a cigarette under. Mickey says they're beautiful, and a lot of guys hit on me and can't take their eyes away from them, but I wish I had firmer breasts with small nipples like the models on those magazines. Mickey says that those are usually fake breasts and real ones, like mine, are better. In a bikini, or a one-piece they don't usually sag, but that's not why I avoid them. My mom was a short, round Mexican lady. I didn't inherit her smooth brown skin, but her curly black hair and thick figure. I'm not obese, or even chubby. I take a lot of pride in the fact that my waist is so much thinner than my hips and my chest, but I don't have any muscle tone, and when I bend over my belly folds a bit showing these little pudgy rolls that you can pinch. What's worse is that my butt does the same thing when I stand straight up, and it's not as if I can hold pencils in the folds of my ass, but let's just say that I get hit on by black men all the time. I exercise all the time, but that only keeps me from getting big, like my mom, and it doesn't do anything about me being so short. There's also nothing I can do about my face, which I think is plain, but a lot of men compliment me on my dark eyes and my thick full lips. I think that's mostly due to the gobs of make-up I cake on. So I didn't really care much how the suit looked when I picked it out, since I'd never wear it in front of people. I looked around to make sure that Evan wasn't around. He was pretending to look though a rack of T- shirts while actually eyeballing a couple of girls walking by the window. They had trim bodies and walked past unembarrassed in their bikinis, with their perfect tans and smooth styled hair. I brushed my hair back self-consciously. Not that I'm ashamed of it, it goes halfway down my back, and it's so kinky that I don't have to do anything with it when I get out of the shower. It dries full bodied, and I let it fall over one eye so it narrows my cheeks, and my lips, which pucker naturally, seem to stick out even more.. Guys tell me it makes me look demure. I don't have to die it black, like a lot of other Goth girls do, but then I could never get away with the bob haircut that was really popular with us back then, since it would frizz out. At any rate, with Evan distracted I folded the suit carefully so no pink showed and went to find the dressing room. He had been giving me shit all the way to Santa Cruz about how funny it would be to see me not dressed up as a Goth, since I had agreed to wear one of the body suits Mickey had gotten. I didn't want him to make fun of me for the one-piece as well, since as far as I was concerned no one would ever see me in it. I spotted a drawstring curtain in a corner of the room. I hoped that wasn't the only dressing room, since it not only opened to the whole room when drawn but it was almost a foot too short, and everyone would be able to see your feet if you undressed behind it. Aside from that the store was pretty busy, and there were about seven or eight guys and a couple of girls looking through the racks. I made my way to the dressing room, attracting a few stares, as I always do, because of my outfit, which was typical of me. A short black velvet stretch dress, tight with long sleeves, black stockings and black suede buckle boots. When I got to the dressing room I realized that not only was it the only room but that the curtain didn't close all the way. It ran perpendicular from the wall and if you stood close enough you could just lean over and look right in. What was worse was that a rack of men's bathing trunks ran right up to the open edge of the curtain, and there was a mirror placed at such an angle that one wouldn't even have to lean, but find a good vantage point and just watch. I suppose that this was all to discourage shoplifters, but I was being discouraged from buying there at all. But I needed the suit, and I wasn't about to pay ten dollars for a swim suit that didn't fit. I looked around and saw Evan looking around for me and decided to just do it. Ducking into the room before Evan could find me I knew I had to do this as quickly as possible otherwise I would just chicken out. I dropped my purse, and pulled the dress up over my head, looking around for somewhere to hang it, but there were no hooks, so I let it fall. Then, leaving my panty hose on I started to pull on the suit, but realized that I wouldn't know If I could stand wearing the one-piece, since the hose would kept me from noticing if, say, the suit rode up on me, or chafed. I pulled my leg out of the suit and yanked down my hose. Too quickly it seemed, since my panties went right down with them. Feeling the cool breeze between my thighs reminded me that never in my life had I been this exposed, even if I was behind a curtain. At that moment the curtain was the only thing keeping me from exposing myself to a room full of men. Trying to extract my panties from the hose I felt a warm, tight knot forming in my stomach, my fingers fumbled clumsily with the fabric as a faint craving to touch myself came up. I pulled up the panties, the smooth cloth rubbing over my skin, and the knot started to loosen. Ever since I was twelve I had reacted to stressful situations by masturbating. When my mom would lose her temper and start raging, or when the other girls would make fun of me at school for dressing funny, I would run to my bedroom and touch myself. It was a way to take me away from myself, so I wouldn't have to wonder why I felt so different. I never thought about suicide, for me there was always an escape that was purely physical. Sometimes I think that that was why I survived high school. Mickey complains a lot about me not wanting sex too often, but that's because it's always been a private thing for me. A place where I can go and not have to worry about what others think, or how fucked up the world can be. I finally pulled on the suit, leaving my hose discarded in a small wad on the floor. I had to stuff my breasts into the tight fabric, and I could feel it pinching my butt cheeks and smashing my chest to the sides. I looked at the mirror but all I could see was a reflection of a row of swim trunks and a couple guys looking through them... PART TWO I was facing a low hill to my left. To my right I saw the open street and the ocean beach with hundreds of bathers frolicking about just a few hundred yards away. All I had on were my boots, but there was a dumpster between me and the hill. I didn't know if anyone would be able to tell I was naked from that far away, but the cars passing nearby were very close, and when one drove by and I saw its driver do a double take I dashed for the dumpster. I spun around the back, hopefully before anyone else saw me and tripped over a man laying on the ground behind the dumpster. I fell forward onto another man. The first thing I noticed was the retched alcohol smell, then the immense BO. Compared to these men the clerk smelled like a bed of roses. The man started up as I fell on him, then grasped me with rough claws as I tried to scramble away. He kept hold of one arm and I couldn't get further away. "This your dress little lady?" asked the other bum behind me. I turned around and saw a scruffy weather- beaten man dressed in rags with hair so dirty that it had dreadlocked in thick pointed spars. He was about thirty, maybe older, the other definitely older. "The man in the store. He tried to rape me," I pleaded. The man holding me said, "Looks like he didn't just try." In a thick rasping voice. With one hand he poked at my sopping wet labia, exposed from the position I had taken when I tried to back away from him. "Don't!" I cried and tried to pull away, but his grip was too strong. I submitted to his probing, letting him spread my legs, falling back onto my butt. The other man had discarded my dress and come over closer to me, "You're one of them gothic chicks, aren't ya?" He looked carefully at my groin as his friend stuck his rough fingers into my labia. Then he noticed my large pendulous breasts swinging back and forth. Perhaps not so large as some woman, but naked, and as short as I am they seemed much larger. I looked at them both pleadingly but neither said anything. "Yes," I said. "It true you people into Satanism and vampires and all that shit?" The other man continued to poke at my vagina. He inserted one finger into my well lubricated hole. I tried scrambling away again, but the hand on my arm clamped down and I yelped in pain as he forcefully shoved his finger further in. "No," I said, and the guy with the questions came forward and started to grope at my breasts, which hung heavily below my chest. He ran a finger along the crease in my tummy. An action that instinctively caused me to suck in my gut, to try and hide it. "So what is this whole gothic thing about anyway?" He asked, going back to groping my breasts. The man holding me started pushing more fingers inside me, "You all a bunch of cocksucking sluts ain't ya?" "No!" I said, then turning to the man fondling my breasts I said, "It's just a music scene." Growing tired of pushing his fingers inside me the first man pushed me on my back and climbed on top. I was too weak to fight him, I knew that from my experience in the store, but I couldn't bear the thought of having escaped the clerk only to be had by these men. "Help me," I pleaded with the one asking me the questions as the odor of the man on top of me overwhelmed me. "What do you mean a music scene?" he asked, ignoring my plea. I gasped as the man above me started unbuckling his pants putting more pressure on top of me, "We just don't get along with normal people, so we dress different." I let out a yell as I felt a penis pushing inside me. "We listen to- aah! ...different music, and... oh please stop." He was pushing in and out of me and grunting, but he kept slipping out and having to push it back in with his rough fingers. "You're a whore, ain't ya?" the man raping me crooned. The other bum was not distracted, "If ya all dress different how come y'all look the same?" "We find each other because we - Oh my god - we identify with others who - oh! OH! - and we make friends." "Say you're a whore!" The bum on top of me groaned as he put himself back inside me yet again and ferociously grabbed my breast. "I'm a whore!" I shouted in pain. The smell of this man and the stuffing of his stubby cock inside me was becoming unbearable. I looked at his friend, but he just gestured for me to continue as I lay with my back in the dirt under the noon sun being raped by a raggedy homeless man who carried who knows what vermin and bacteria. "Well..." "Say it!" "I'm a whore!" I looked at the other man and continued, "Friends trade clothes, and ideas, and introduce each other to music - Oh, please stop! OH!" My legs were being hiked up and pushed against my chest, my feet dangling over his bony shoulders. The bum just couldn't seem to keep his thing inside me for more than a few thrusts. "Some people are really - Oh no! I'm a whore! Oh, please don't do that - OH!" He was trying to force his penis inside me with his fingers while my ass was pulled up in the air with the weight of him pushing on my upraised legs. The other bum sat down on the ground and picked up my dress, running his hands over the soft velvet, "So your saying that after enough people got together who had common enough interests in wearing black and listening to this kind of music..." "The scene was - unh! ...recognized as more than -ooh! A few friends, yes!" "Hey bob, you haven't been able to get it up in years, why don't you give it a rest and let me talk to this girl?" The man raping me, Bob, suddenly sat up, letting my legs fall to either side of him, turned to the other bum and shook a finger in his face, "Rape isn't about sex you fuck! It's about power!" He turned to me and shouted, "Beg for more!" I was terrified, and complied, "Please don't stop!" He slapped me, "I said beg!" I leaned forward and groveled on the ground before him, my breasts dragging in the rough dirt, "Please fuck me some more, please, please, please! I'll do anything you ask me!" Bob grabbed me by the hair and yanked my head up, forcing his shriveled and soft penis into my mouth, "You see?" he said to the other bum, "You give me power over a woman any day and keep your sex! No man rapes because he's horny, any man can get laid!" He pulled my head even closer into his virulent smelly crotch, "Man rapes because he wants women to know whose master! This little whore'll never live this down. She'll always remember Bob, even though I can't get it up and got a tiny dick!" With that Bob shoved me aside, landing me in the other bums lap, who started to promptly squeeze and fondle my breasts again. Bob towered over me, his hands on his hips, "Well?" "Please fuck me Bob!" I blurted out in terror, "I'm a whore, and I want your dick! I want to serve you, I'll do anything for you!" Bob looked at his friend who hadn't stopped groping me, grinned and grunted. Sheathing his penis Bob shambled off around the dumpster where he started pushing a shopping cart towards the street and out of view. I looked nervously up at the remaining bum. He continued to grope and squeeze my breasts, then leaned down and started sucking on my large nipple, just like the clerk had. He came up, "I ain't like Bob. I don't like rape." "Look," I said. "You can, you know, do whatever you want but..." I looked fearfully into his eyes, "But just don't cum inside me." He looked back down at me, smiling a black toothed grin, a sodden nappy dreadlock falling forward over one twinkling eye. I lay on my back, the dirt rubbing into my bare skin. I could smell sour alcohol, BO, and urine on this man, but I was so scared after having been raped twice that I didn't dare offend him. "What do you want me to do?" he asked, still smiling at me. "F-fuck me," I whimpered spreading my legs for him. Between them I saw under the wheels of the dumpster cars driving past, and beyond them the surf, and people frolicking carefree on the beach in their skimpy bikini's and swimming trunks. I couldn't believe that all that was happening so close to the repeated violation of my body, stained with saliva, filth, and cum from three different men, soon to be a fourth. The bum had taken off his pants, revealing gangly, hairy legs, and a strong pungent odor I had never before experienced. Rather than climb between my legs, he straddled my waist, pointing his this penis at me, letting it rest on my chest, sending waves of the pungent odor, urine and smegma, pummeling my nostrils, only a few inches away. For a moment I thought he would ask me for oral sex, but then he hefted my breasts up from the sides and pushed them against each other, locking his thing in between them. Then, pushing and shoving, grinding my back and my bottom into the coarse dirt underneath me he started to thrust. I reached over his leg, trying to reach my sex, hoping to touch myself, and make him invisible, to muffle the scent, but with each thrust his legs pushed my arm up and I couldn't keep a grip. I had to endure the whole experience aware, every moment, as he pushed himself to climax, painfully tugging on my breasts and violently mashing them into his shaft. Finally the moment came. He dropped my breasts, they fell painfully to either side of me. Then he grabbed himself and started stroking violently at himself, white globs of his stuff splattering my chest, goo splashing onto my nipples. Then he lunged forward, catching himself from falling and crushing me with one hand, but leaving his dick hovering above my face as he continued to stroke it. Jism still gushing out in surges to land on my face, in my eye, on my lips, and into my mouth, which was agape in renewed horror. This time a thick briny, but not unpleasant taste hit my tongue. My hands, freed suddenly, reached through his legs and clutched between my legs, spreading my lips wide to service myself, but the painful reminder of the abuse the convenience store clerk had put it through made me flinch and gasp. Then the bum thrust his penis downward with the last surge of sperm into the inviting maw of my mouth. The taste was beyond sour, and under the revulsion I found myself strangely curious as to why his penis would taste so bad where his cum tasted, well, not unpleasant. Churning my head to the side I let his penis slide out, feeling it brush wetly against my ear as I licked the semen out of the corners of my mouth and off my lips, trying to drown the sour taste. The pungent smell was stronger than ever, his testicles were firmly nestled into my eye socket, and I realized that he had passed out. I pulled myself downwards, trying to be as gentle as possible, afraid I would wake him and have to do some other disgusting deed for him. At that moment I was boldly aware that I was no longer in the clutches of a man. I had a few brief moments to flee to the safety of crowds where I could not be mauled or molested by anyone. Extracting myself from his skinny saggy testicles and legs I pulled myself up to a sitting position, scanned the ground quickly for my purse and my dress. I saw my purse next to the bag with the swimsuit and the glycerin and razor, and grabbed them. Then I saw my dress in the pile of rags that the bum who had just cum on my face had been sitting on when I tripped over him. I scrambled over there on my hands and knees and snatched it up... Just as a large black man with an equally large duffel bag slung over one shoulder walked around the corner of the dumpster, coming up behind me. He had long ratted dreadlocks, a thick beard, and a belly that made the clerk seem trim. We both froze as we saw each other. He looked over at the sleeping, pantless bum, looked at me with my cum smeared face, and my breasts dangling inches from the ground as I knelt on my hands and knees, my ass sticking up in the air. I saw myself in this man's eyes, my labia swollen and spread wide, sticking high up into the air, ready to receive yet another unwelcome intrusion. I wondered just then why I had ever thought it safe. My vagina at that moment seemed to serve no other purpose than to let men feed from it at will. Any man could walk right up and take his pleasure from it. The more men saw me naked the less I felt like my own person, rather a possession to be tossed about... Then I panicked. I ran as fast as my short legs would carry me, my breasts flopping wildly about, around the other side of the dumpster, back towards the convenience store and into the back area of the strip mall, a small employee parking lot and loading dock. Behind me stood the hill, in front of me, a hundred yards or so, was a side street that led out to the main beach drive. Traffic was backed up on it, but there was nowhere for me to hide. No where for me to go but back to the large black bum. To my left was the back wall of the strip mall, and to my right were several back yard fences of houses that led into the suburban section of town. There were a few trees on that side, and I ran towards them, aware that my quick movement might attract the attention of some of the drivers on the street, but too panicked to care. My movement did attract some attention it seemed. When I reached the trees, ducking behind them for cover, I discovered four small boys playing in the yard that the trees grew out of. There was no real fence on this yard, just a row of trees. They had been running around playing war, or some boy's game, but when I showed up, they stopped, letting their wooden sticks, presumably used for guns or swords, fall to their sides. My hands instinctively went up to cover my breasts, while skidding to a stop I slipped on the damp grass and fell butt first onto the ground, my legs spread wide. My possessions flew in every direction. I was deeply aware now of the semen running down my face, my matted ratty hair, the glistening jizz melted on my tummy, and my swollen red labia exposed for all these boys, no older than nine or ten, to stare at. My hands clutching at my breasts did little, I realized, to cover myself. With my tiny hands I could barely cover a nipple, the rest of the breast hanging prominently down to just above my navel, which incidentally, was hidden safely away in the tuck of my tummy. As embarrassed as I was before these kids I was more terrified of the large black bum, and hunkered down where I was, afraid to move a muscle, imploring the kids to be silent with my eyes. "Are you in trouble?" one of the kids asked. I nodded. "I'll go get my dad." He said, gesturing towards the house with his wooden stick. "No!" I cried, "Please don't." I was more scared of being discovered in this position than of being scrutinized by these young children who could not guess at the humiliations I had experienced. "Are you a hooker?" one of the boys, an older blond asked. "What?" I stammered, remembering suddenly that my legs were spread, since that's where all their eyes were I pulled them together and pulled them up into a ball. Watching their gaze shift I realized I was equally exposed, and put a hand down to my damp vagina to cover it, letting a breast fall free to one side. "My mom said that women who wear make-up like you do are hookers, and she says you dress like sluts." "I'm not a hooker," I implored, trying to curl away even further from their determined gazes. A couple of them had gotten very close. They didn't seem mischievous, but curious. I imagine they had never seen a naked woman before. More so they had never seen an adult act in such a manner as I did that day. Nervous, submissive, scared. "What's a hooker?" one of the boys asked. I looked up at him. "Could you hand me my dress?" He looked around and saw it lying on the ground, and went to fetch it. I decided to answer the boy, "A hooker is a woman that sells her body to men." "For sex?" another boy asked. I nodded. "Why?" the first boy asked, handing me my dress. I wanted them to go away, or turn their backs, but they all waited patiently, but expectantly, for me to open up my body, to reveal myself to them. I realized I was going to have to do it. "Women sell their bodies for money," I continued, deciding that this would be easier if I didn't pay too much attention to it. I suddenly stood up, letting them all take a good long look at me, and shook out the dress. "Why don't they get a normal job?" the boy persisted. Turning the dress inside out I realized that it hadn't suffered much at all from being dragged around and flung on the ground. I started to work it over my arms, trying not to notice the four pairs of eyes riveted to every part of my anatomy. I went on answering their questions, "Hookers aren't like we are, they're very poor. Most of them need to do that kind of work because there is nothing else available for them." "But I see job signs all over the place," one of the kids blurted out, embarrassed. I stopped dressing for a moment and looked straight at him, the stretch velvet strung over the top of my chest, "Most hookers can't even read, they come from neighborhoods where they have to work all their lives, and their schools are terrible. Most of them don't go because of all the crime and drugs. When they become women they can't find normal work, and they get picked up by pimps, who get them hooked on drugs, who buy them lots of pretty things that they never had before." I realized suddenly that I was still naked and pulled the dress on over my head, feeling the cum smear on my face from the tight collar, "The pimps then make them sell there bodies to pay them back, or to get more drugs." I went on, pulling the dress past my breasts while they boys followed wide-eyed, "They never let the women go, they take almost all the money and the women never earn enough to pay their pimps off." I pulled the dress all the way down. "The women can't work on their own because the pimp controls all the streets, and beats up any girl who works alone until she gives him their cut." The blond boy looked at my dress' hem line, he was clearly disappointed. "Is that why you're a hooker?" he asked. "I'm not a hooker!" I barked. "Then why are you running around naked?" he shouted back. Another boy chimed in, "If you're not a hooker, then does that mean we don't have to pay you to have sex with us?" he smiled, as if in triumph while his friends stared at him in shock. I watched them all turn their heads to me one by one expectantly. I looked the boy straight in the eye and said, "And what would you do with me if you could?" He stared bashfully at the ground. I don't know why I did what I did next. Probably it had something to do with the psychological and physical brutality I had endured in the past hour. I think I had snapped for a moment and was trying to lord power over these boys in exchange for all the power and dignity that had been stripped from me that afternoon. I walked right up to him, "Well?" "Well," he looked at the ground, even at nine or ten he came up to my height and was looking down at my breasts swinging back and forth under my dress, "I'd put my penis in your vagina." I barely heard the words he was no nervous. I pulled up the hem of my skirt in front, "This?" I asked. He couldn't look at me. He just looked around and nodded. The other three boys, however, were straining to get a look at my bush, but couldn't see too well since I was standing so close to the taller boy. I took another step, until my breasts were pushing against his chest, then hiked up the skirt in the back. What the Hell, I must have been thinking. It's not as if they hadn't already seen me. The knot of heat was tight in my tummy, as it had been for some time, but this time for some reason, it wasn't accompanied by that cringing horror. The humiliation I felt at exposing myself to these boys was having the instantaneous reaction of sending burning flickers down through my tummy into my swollen labia, which were twitching and pulsating with arousal. But the shame was equally as strong, and it's a wonder that I didn't tear off running. My body and mind were conflicted, to keep the incredible burning alive or to bury it forever and end the degradation of my body. But instead I grabbed his hand and thrust it between my legs, "Would you put it in here?" I asked. I saw the blond boy take a quick step closer to see, and looked at him. He started and took a step back. I smiled at him, and nodded towards my backside. I did the same to another of the boys, but only the blond who had called me a hooker came. The tall boy was clumsily pawing at my pussy, pulling on my pubic hair, scratching me with his nails, but his adolescent thumping on my labia was too exiting to make me stop. The blond boy hesitated until I smiled at him, "Do it." I said, "I'm a slut, not a hooker." He wasted no more time in grabbing my ass and kneading and mauling it with one hand while poking and exploring for my crotch with the other. I had two hands groping me between my legs and it wasn't' long before the blond one found my hole. I thrust my own hand down to rub at my clitoris, pushing one of the tall boys hands aside. I came instantly. Rocking and gasping I shuddered in their arms and felt my legs give out from under me, the burning sensation in my loins giving vent to massive convulsions that racked my body. I collapsed to the ground and knocked the tall boy down, falling to my knees with my head in the grass, my ass sticking up, my sex fully exposed again for all the boys to see. Just as quickly as the desire to control these boys had come, it was gone, like a flight of fancy, with my orgasm. I was mortified again, at the thought of all these boys watching me, terrifyingly aware of the compromising position I was in and feeling exactly as I had in the convenience store, or with the bums. I felt someone pawing at me, sticking his finger in my pussy, and I just lay there and let them. I watched the tall boy get up off the ground and push the others away, seeing that all three had been clamoring at my vagina. I watched as the tall boy stood up and undid his pants, pulling out a tiny but stiff erection. He stepped around behind me, and with the confidence I had given him by letting him grope me, got down on his knees and inserted his thing into my hole. And did nothing. I almost started laughing. He had no idea what to do after that, so he just stood there groping me some more, reaching around my thighs to touch my bush and trying to push his hands up my dress. Laying there shivering, wishing the knot of pain would turn back into heat I started grinding myself back against him, hoping to provoke some sensation in my labia to bring me back out of my fear and humiliation at having just prostrated myself for the amusement of four children. But he had gone soft, not knowing what to do, and probably not extracting much pleasure from the experience, he lost interest and stood up, zipping himself up. I slowly pulled myself up, brushing the grass off my face, trying not to look at the kids. As I pulled myself to my feet the blond boy came up to grab me again, but I shuffled away, bumping into one of the boys that hadn't spoken. His arms instinctively went up, one hand landing on my breast. The blond boy stepped forward, "I thought you said you were a slut." I tried to speak, but couldn't so I just shook my head. "Yes you did, I heard you!" "What's a slut?" asked the boy with his hand on my breast. "Someone who..." I began, "Someone who will let anyone fuck them. "I don't think you're a slut," the boy said. But the blond boy chimed in saying, "She let all of us fuck her!" "No she didn't," the tall boy said stepping in between the approaching blond and me, shoving the other one off of me and putting his arm around my waist. "She just let me fuck her. You have to use your dick!" The blond boy and the tall one started arguing, shouting back and forth over the definition of fucking. They shouted at each other for a few moments, the tall one insisting that I was his girlfriend now and no one else could have me. When the blond suggested that the tall one share me with the rest of them I took off running again, my buckle boots slipping on the grass as I tried to pull down my skirt and snatch up my purse and bags at the same time. This time, with my dress on, I ran straight to the street, took a left and ran down the sidewalk following all the traffic heading towards the beach. After a moment I slowed down, painfully aware of how much my chest bounced, not to mention the aching condition of my groin. Make-up smeared, hair a mess, cum drying on my lips and chin, not to mention my bare legs and lack of any type of underwear. The draft between my legs was stronger than before, and chillier, probably because of all the juices. I was still reeling from the humiliation of what I had just done, and feeling myself safe at last felt wobbly and lightheaded. As I walked past the parking lot to the strip mall it occurred to me to go look for my bra, which Evan had flung away. I figured that as long as I stayed in the open no one would try anything. Besides, being on the street I was getting a lot of catcalls from drivers. A lot more than usual. I guess that was because of my bare legs, and freely hanging breasts. I was so glad to be covered up, however, that I didn't even pay attention to what they were saying. As I turned into the strip mall, walking down a tile walkway that fronted all the shops I saw a couple of Mexican guys in their teens hanging out in front of a record store, a couple doors down from the swimwear place I had been humiliated in. They were both wearing nothing but long shorts hanging low on their hips and low sneakers. Both of them were staring at me hungrily. As I got closer I could see that they were watching my legs and hips closely, and one of them spoke to me in Spanish, I guess he recognized my Mexican blood, but I don't speak Spanish and have never hung around Mexicans, so I didn't respond, just kept walking. When I got a little closer one of them said, "Hey mama, you need to hike that thing up a little more to let the air blow through." I froze right next to them, and looked down. My skirt was riding up, my bush sticking out under the hem just a little. I started to grab at the dress but one of the guys put his hand out and copped a feel. He grabbed high enough to let me know that my cheeks were at least half uncovered, giving the whole roadside a great view of my legs, my ass, and my pubic hair that stuck out in back. Frozen as I was I guess I didn't react fast enough for the Mexican boy who had touched me, since he quickly moved his hand between my cheeks and moved his hands downward. Reaching my asshole I gasped, and he stopped, saying something to his buddy in Spanish, "Punta" and pulling his hand away. "Who's been fucking you lady?" his friend asked. I shook my head. "You're a fucking whore," the other Mexican said matter-of-factly, then turned and walked away. His friend started to follow, then suddenly reached out for my bush, grabbed me with one hand and yanked up my dress in the other, pulling it up under my breasts. "How many guys you fucked today?" he demanded, his face right next to mine. "A... a few," I stammered. His fingers were rubbing my pussy, skillfully playing with my clitoris and probing the entrance to my vagina. It started to feel real good, and I let him, quickly forgetting how exposed we were. "You want me to fuck you baby?" he whispered into my ear, softly. I nodded, not really wanting him to fuck me, but not wanting him to stop fingering me either. Suddenly he stopped, said "You are a fucking whore," pulled his hand out and walked off after his friend laughing, leaving me with my dress hiked up. Quickly I scrambled to pull it down, aware that the several occupants of the record store were watching, men and women alike, but none had done anything to intercede. Looking at myself in the reflection as I pulled the dress down and scurried past it made sense. I was dressed and looked like a whore. PART THREE I gave up on the idea of searching for my bra, doing so would mean I would have to walk in front of the swimwear store anyways, and I wanted to get as far from that strip mall as possible. Evan was waiting on the corner of the street. He frowned when he saw me, then smiled as I walked up. I was painfully aware that not only had he seen me naked, but that he had had his fingers up inside of me and knew that I had let that other boy come in my mouth. He had told me to grovel on the ground and lick up someone's sperm and I had done it. When I reached him his eyes went wide at the condition I was in, then he smiled again, perhaps guessing or inventing the kind of ordeals I had been through. He started to speak as we waited for the light, but I stopped him, "We don't tell Mickey or anyone anything, right!" "What do I get?" he asked. "You already got your revenge." "I wanna do what Mickey does to you." "No!" I barked. "Well I want something." "Look Evan," I started, "Maybe when we get back you can... I can take off my clothes and we can masturbate together." I couldn't believe I was offering this to him. "Any time I want?" "We'll talk about it." "We are talking about it!" he barked as we stepped onto the beach side of the street. "You gonna eat my stuff like you did that other guys." Again, I don't know why I did what I did, but I winked at him and said, "Depends how it tastes." "I want somethin' now!" Evan demanded, "Before Mickey gets back." I sighed, knowing I would have to appease him somehow. "What is it?" He cocked his head, "Bend over and take off your boots." We were standing on a crowded beach, traffic whizzing by, people all around us, but Evan's request would mean that I would be flashing anyone who was looking. The little perv wasn't just out to get off, though I knew he wanted that too, but to humiliate me. He just wanted to lord power over someone almost ten years older than him, and he had the perfect blackmail on me. I couldn't do it, however. The thought of being forced to do it in private was one thing, but to willingly expose myself in public? The very though sent stabbing pains up and down me. I bent over, slowly, feeling the skirt hike up. First to my cheeks, and then I felt the familiar breeze on my sex and shot straight up. "Look Evan," I pleaded, smiling, "Maybe I can find out... You know, what it tastes like." Evan grinned, then started looking hurriedly in every direction. He stopped when he saw a small building, and smiling at me he gestured in its direction. It was a small, gray brick building, a public bathroom from what I could tell. Sheepishly I bowed my head and started off in its direction, Evan following close behind. The knots in my tummy were tight and painful. The thought of sucking off my fiancée's little kid brother in a public bathroom made me feel dirty. The thought of doing it willingly, of having offered to do it made me feel downright trashy. I could feel Evans eyes on my butt as we walked. I was aware from the warm breeze that it had ridden up when I bent to undo my boot into the curvy folds of my butt cheeks. Had I stopped and spread my legs apart you would see my pubic hair sticking out as I walked through the crowd of men, women and children playing on the beach, walking to and from their cars to enjoy the warm Summer sun. When we arrived at the building, Evan skipped ahead of me and stuck his head into the men's room. He looked back at me and gestured me to follow him, then disappeared inside. It was a small bathroom, with no doors and high screens in the walls providing the only ventilation. Looking around to make sure no one was watching I scampered in after Evan. The smell of urine surrounded me like a cloud. The floor was wet with the saltwater of bathers and I didn't want to know what else. The urinal and the sink were stainless steel, but the door to the stall was pitted and rusted. It was by this that Evan stood, gesturing quickly for me to follow him. I walked in after him, trying not to slip on the wet cement floor and he shut the door behind me. Through the ventilation slats set high by the ceiling I could hear bathers, some of them standing and chatting happily just on the other side of the wall I stood against. "Take off your clothes." Evan ordered, "First the boots." I was reluctant to set my bare foot on that wet clammy floor. Clots of paper towels and toilet paper lay in soggy clumps here and there, but I looked at Evan and realized that I would never get through this day if I didn't appease him. I bent over to unzip the boots, then thinking for a moment I turned around and did it again, so that Evan could see my pussy while I did it. Stepping onto the cold, damp floor sent shivers up my spine. I lifted my dress, watching Evan over my shoulder, unable to believe that I had sunk so low as to become the sex slave of a thirteen year old boy. He watched with big eyes, showing the intensity of a child waiting patiently for his ice cream at dessert. I lifted the dress up and over my head, baring myself to him utterly, again, like I had bared my ass to the children a little while earlier: Willingly. He smiled and grinned, pulling his thin cock out of his pants, eagerly awaiting the return on the favor I'd promised him. I stepped forward, slowly, each step sending pools of clammy water squishing through the toes of my tiny feet. Loud voices carried in from the vents, making it seem as if I was parading naked through a crowd. He gestured at me to drop my dress and I complied instantly, letting it fall into the dampness. When I reached Evan he put his hand on my shoulder and shoved me downwards, I let him push me down to my knees where his thing stood waiting for me, eager to have my lick plush lips embrace his thin rigid shaft. I opened my mouth, leaned forward, and took it. Just then about three loud guys burst into the bathroom, laughing and joking. One of them pushed on the stall door, but I had drawn the latch. I was terrified that the latch would break, that one of them would see my legs under the high walls of the stall, or that they'd need to use the toilet and wait until Evan and I came out. Evan didn't seem to care, he was still rigidly erect, and he thrust, perhaps unconsciously, reminding me that I had a job to do. I started to suck him, trying to be quiet, hoping that the boisterous crowd would go away quickly while I worked on Evan. I knew that at thirteen he wouldn't last long, and I was right. Within a few seconds he started to come, not even giving me the chance to put my hand to my sex and start stroking myself. His semen started to pulse in rapid jerks, filling my mouth with a rich, slightly salty taste, and a faint hint of bleach. It wasn't as good as the briny flavor of the homeless mans cum, but then I didn't have the bitterly sour taste of rancid cock to contend with either. It was certainly better tasting than the strong acidity of the first boy in the changing stall. I thought to myself as Evan's vibrations shook him out of me, sending the last few drops across my jaw and chest, that I might be able to swallow his stuff after all. Taking a hesitant gulp I confirmed this, realizing that I could do that on a regular basis. That shocked me. The thought of routinely taking Evan's cum in my mouth filled me with humiliation and shame. The realization that I had zoned out again in the face of total submission and let myself be used, Hell, the thought that I'd offered myself up to be taken like a free whore made me want to be sick. But Evan stood in front of me expectantly, his little dick shriveling up, a glob of white dangling off the end. I gulped down the rest of the jizz in my mouth, suppressed a grimace and said, quietly, so the guys in the bathroom wouldn't hear, "Not bad." I only hoped that this little excursion would keep Evan off my back until Mickey and I had gotten home where I could begin to deal with everything that was happening to me. Evan stood there, still waiting for something, and I realized he was waiting for me to lick the last drop off his withered dick. He was acting like he was holding out a treat for me, like eating cum was a present, and that I was a slut, addicted to its acidic flavor. Nevertheless I leaned forward and lapped up the last drop of Evan's little gift, even licking and smacking my lips for effect. He beamed down at me, "You can have some whenever you want." He smiled proudly, "You really like sucking on guys don't you?" I didn't answer, but smiled at him as I stood up and walked over to retrieve my now sopping wet dress. I did my best to wring it out, Evan didn't help, he just stood there watching me walk around naked, grinning as I struggled to pull the damp fabric over my voluptuous body. My dress had been tight before, but now it seemed to melt on to me, clinging with cold wet friction to the curves of my body, making the already visible shape of my breast a clear outline, as if I had been painted with wet velvet. I pushed the ratted hair back, letting it rest slick on my neck and shoulders, then picked up my boots and my bags, gesturing for Evan to check the bathroom now that it was quiet. The coast was clear, but on my way out I ran into a couple of kids coming in. They stared in shock at me, a busty, scantily clad women whose clothes were soaked coming out of their bathroom. I meekly mentioned that I had though it was the woman's and scurried away from them, turning around the building to go and employ the woman's restroom for real, but there was a metal grate welded to the front of it. A small placard read that because of vandalism the bathroom was closed. It directed women to go use the porta-potty's in the parking lot across the street, but I didn't need to pee, I needed a mirror and a clean sink. Evan was following a few steps behind me as I sought out a quiet place where I could wash myself, shave the edges of my pubic hair and change into the incredibly small and revealing bathing suit that I would wear under the body suit that Mickey was bringing. I had to be able to pretend that everything was normal when he arrived, but the large amounts of cum on my body and my disaster area of a hairdo and make-up job wouldn't allow that. My back was to the door of the woman's bathroom. I guess Evan thought that the wall that jutted out to block the doorway from view was private enough because he walked up and copped a feel, pushing his hand right into my thighs, his fingers probing my wet crotch. I started to jump, to turn and shout at him, but remembering the position I was in. I made it seem like I had been startled, and I smiled up at him. That must have given him the wrong idea, since he dug his fingers deeper, probing into my vagina, making me spread my legs a little to keep him from pulling on my skin, and to make it a little more comfortable for me. This of course, encouraged him to plunge in deeper yet, until his knuckled were grinding into me. Oh well, it might as well have belonged to him by then. Would I ever have the courage to make him stop? "You must really like sex a lot," Evan said. "To be so ready all the time." He continued to push and rub with his fingers, grinding his thumb against my asshole, probably in ignorance, which hurt, but felt good at the same time. I opened my mouth to correct him, but when I realized that the honest answer was that I like having my pussy played with more, which was exactly what he was doing, I just gaped. "How come giving blow jobs makes you so wet." What could I say, because the thought of having him tell Mickey what I had done terrified me, and being scared made me want to hide and fuck myself? How could I explain something like that to a thirteen year old boy who I was letting grope me? Suddenly he stopped, starting to remove his fingers from my vagina. "Don't!" I gasped, not aware until that moment, how involved I had been getting with his clumsy fingers. Evan stared for a moment, not saying anything. Desperate to go back to the nothing state, the place where I wasn't aware of being blackmailed and molested by a child I reached down in front of me and pushed his fingers back up inside of me, "I like it when you do that," I admitted. "That's what turns you on? Getting... fingered?" he asked, almost embarrassed to say the word. I wanted to shake my head, but the sensations inside me were too strong and I didn't want to have to explain to Evan that being humiliated was what made me so wet. Not because it turned me on, but because I had conditioned myself my whole life to get horny whenever I was scared, embarrassed, or uncomfortable. I let him rub me, shoving his fingers deeper inside me, while I rubbed my clitoris, rapidly racing towards another climax. I was almost blind to the woman and her little girl who had turned the corner to use the woman's restroom. I was oblivious to the hundreds of beachgoers who frolicked on the sand just a little ways away. When I finally came, not as violently as I had with the kids, or especially with the brutal clerk in the convenience store, but it was strong enough to send me into Evans shaking arms, heaving and panting. He pulled down my skirt when I turned my back to the beach, perhaps the only kind thing he had ever done for me. In the afterglow of my orgasm I kissed him with such a passion as to make me wonder if I ever had kissed a man before. He kissed back a bit, but he was clumsy, and I knew from Mickey that he had never kissed a girl before. I felt his teeth as he blindly sought to know what to do, but that didn't stop me as I smothered his thin curved lips in my thick soft mouth that had only recently received his shaft in total submission. I licked him with the tongue that had tasted and lapped up his salty cum, grinding my body into his with the last heaving shudders of my orgasm. Finally he caught up with me, putting one arm around me, the other on my ass and he kissed me back, the little boy starting, finally, to learn to be a man, now that he had a woman who would have him. I had given myself willingly to his perversions twice. Both times out of fear, but never did he have to resort to force to make me expose myself for him, to bare my breasts and pussy for his twisted thirteen year old desires. I had agreed to let him see me naked, and to eat his cum when we leave the horrible beach and that meant that life would never go back to normalcy. I would always be at my fiancée's little brother's beck and call, ready to be his willing vessel to receive his sperm. Ready to expose myself for his budding manhood. Ready to introduce him to the nature of womanhood, and how it is designed to serve a man. And only how, for that matter. There would be no give and take with Evan. He would ask and I would deliver. My reward would be the shame and humiliation that brought about the need for the mind numbing release of an orgasm. I had just revealed to Evan how much I craved such a feeling, that I would let him take me any place in the hopes of such a blissful escape from shame. He may not have learned it that day, but it certainly couldn't be long before he figured out how to lord that knowledge over me. He could conceivably make me do anything he wanted. Just so long as I thought I would receive my reward. Crushed up against him, my mouth locked on his, I felt his fingers exploring the fold of my butt cheek. He would poke it with his fingers, lift up my butt, then let it fall and trap his fingers. The he would caress my labia from behind, and with the slick fingers he would run his fingers along the lines of my ass again. Letting the kiss slow down and stop I realized that the feeling was gone. I was again, disheveled and hardly dressed in public, alive with the knowledge that I had just surrendered my body to a child, that I might never be free of his desires. As our mouths fell apart I saw Evan gazing at me with a look of both pride and possessiveness, adoration and contempt. Something inside me seized up and pinched tight, but as earlier, there was no reassuring warmth. Nothing to promise the sensuous return for my submission but the memory of my fading orgasm. Then I remembered that Mickey was coming, and I still had to get ready. "When Mickey gets here," I pleaded, "we won't say anything, all right?" "I want to do it again." Evan said, cocking an eyebrow and putting his hands on my hips. He was testing me, I knew it. Perhaps he was afraid that if he let me leave I wouldn't be his slave any more. "But Evan, if Mickey gets here and sees me like this he'll know something happened." Evan frowned and crossed his arms. I was tempted with the urge to lift my dress for him again, but we were in public, shielded though we might be. "If Mickey sees me like this I'll have to explain." I stepped right up against him and putting my mouth to his ear went on, "I have your juice on my breasts," I was smashing my chest into his crossed arms, "It's in my hair and running down my belly," I kissed him lightly. "I can still taste it," I whispered lastly and finally saw it dawn on Evan that if Mickey saw all that semen on me then not only would Mickey beat the crap out of him, but that I would be gone for good. Evan looked at the ground, then stepped out onto the sand and looked around. Then he looked back at me defiantly with a frown and said, "There's some showers down the beach." He looked at the ground again, "I'll be at the burger joint." The burger joint was where Mickey and Arnold were supposed to hitch up with us. With all I'd been through that day I still couldn't believe that I'd only been dropped off little over an hour ago. Evan looked up at me again, jerking his head while looking at my dress' hem. I felt the cold chill again, but complied with his wishes and lifted up my skirt, just enough for him to see my pussy. He twirled his fingers and I turned around, hiking the dress up over my ass. Then I bent over so he could see my puffy labia protruding from between my legs. He looked for a moment, then with a huff stomped off, leaving me to quickly yank down my skirt. I walked down the beach for a long ways before I caught sight of a few small buildings. I was right where the beach ran into the highway and there was a large scenic outlook with a largely empty parking lot. I presumed the buildings were restrooms for the drivers. Walking along the beach I didn't attract as much attention as I had by the stores, probably because being wet and half dressed was normal on the beach. Most of my make-up was gone and I'd gone and left my boots with Evan, so there wasn't much left to identify me as a fish-out-of-water Goth at the beach. People pretty much accepted me as I was. There were a few sunbathers, mostly guys who sat up and stared as I walked too close to them, giving them an inadvertent glimpse of my nude cheeks and my pussy as I took large clumsy steps in the hot sand. I did my best to avoid these, and always hurried away. Looking back over my shoulder I saw a couple of guys sitting up and staring at me. The closer I got to the buildings the more sparse the crowd became. At this end of the beach there were breaker waves and lots of large rocks in the water, so even wading was unsafe, which was fine by me. I had had enough of crowds and was ready for a little privacy. When I reached the buildings I saw that one of them was a bathroom like the one I had been in before. Two of them were little outhouse shaped shower stalls, built out of wood with lean-to shaped roofs set about a foot above the walls allowing the person in the shower to see all around them. Of course they were probably made for someone taller than myself, I was only 5'5" and had to stand on tippy-toe to see inside, even then I couldn't see down inside of it. The first stall I checked was rusted out and someone had obviously put a lot of effort into vandalizing it. The second one was in much better shape, though it certainly needed a cleaning. The only problem was that it was right next to the parking lot and there were already two cars parked there. I saw a middle-aged man playing with his dog not far away and there were two old ladies walking past me as I contemplated the stall. I was certainly apprehensive about stripping down in this little box. The idea of being naked while only a thin, low, wooden door separated me from any number of pedestrians made me more scared than ever, sending the fleeting moments of security away as quickly as they had come. But I had to do it, Mickey was coming, and I had to appear normal, otherwise explain why I had let so many men see me naked, let them grope me, cum on me, and cum in my mouth. I had never before tasted sperm, now I had sampled three men and committed myself to doing it again and again with the third. I had even let two of them and a child have sex with me. How many men had laid their hands on me today, certainly more than had ever in my life all combined. I was fortunate that I hadn't had to take anyone's cum inside my vagina. To me that was the ultimate degradation next to swallowing their sperm, to take a man's sperm unwillingly. In a way it was worse, since their sperm would then be deep inside me, and since I had always made Mickey wear condoms I wasn't protected. How many men had almost impregnated me today I didn't want to think about. The one thing I knew for certain was that Mickey would never accept my explanation that I was simply scared when I opened my mouth and let that strange teenager put the penis in my mouth that had started the ordeal. I would simply have to pretend nothing had happened and hope Evan did as much himself. Considering all that I had been through, however, getting naked in the shower stall didn't seem like such a leap. But since I had been so brutalized today, stepping through the rickety door I was reminded of all the penis', I could taste all the cum, and I was terrified that it would happen again. With a Herculean effort I made it through the doorway, dropped my bag and with single-minded determination pulled my dress up, but froze halfway up. I closed my eyes, and for some reason saw Evan standing defiantly with his arms crossed. Somehow that pushed me over the edge and within a moment I was naked. All around me I saw the bright blue sky, the world seemed to be buried. Pinholes of light shed in from narrow cracks in the weathered wood and a cool breeze blew through the screened openings that revealed the azure blue sky. I reached for the shower nozzle and cranked it hard, ready for an ice-cold blast of water to wash the scum and sperm away. But nothing came. I heard a faint gurgle, but no water cam out. I looked at the floor, it was bone dry, a cement depression surrounded by a short brick ledge with a grate in the center of it all. Disappointed hardly began to describe how I felt, but resigned I let go of the nozzle and reached for my baggie of clothes hanging from a hook on the door. I would just have to go over to the bathrooms to clean up my face when I was done, but first I had to shave my pubic hair and get into that suit so I wouldn't have to flash every man I stepped near. I poured some of the glycerin onto my hand and started to work it into the edges of my pubic hair, rubbing it liberally into my very sensitive labia. Doing that made me realize that I was basically alone, and the hormonal rush from having locked myself in my room so many nights came back with a mad passion. My clitoris was sore and swollen, but my lips were engorged and as I rubbed my lubricated fingers deep into my dampening folds I felt myself gasping with pleasure. With my eyes tight shut and my heaving breath I didn't notice a rattling at the door, but when I finally heard it my eyes popped open and I saw a face peering down over the top of the door. It was a black face with long dreadlocks and a wiry beard. It was in fact the same man who had seen me eating the cum of the bum behind the dumpster. He pulled again on the door, and the flimsy copper latch broke. He stood there watching me for several long seconds while I slowly stroked myself, my hands gliding over the smooth lubricated folds of my sex. I didn't stop, I couldn't stop I was so terrified of him, this great fat black beast leering down at me from so high up. I had nowhere to go. I was locked in. All I could do was stroke myself and try to make it all go away. When I saw him pull out his penis I simply upped the tempo, grinding my palm into my clitoris while I buried my fingers into my moistened cunt. His cock was thick, thicker than any I had ever seen before, not that I had seen many, but not so big as I had been led to believe of black men. It hung just past the end of his hand, not quite hard yet, and he hefted it as if it weighed a ton to pull his testicles out from his pants. The whole ensemble stuck out from under a thick, wide belly. He pulled on it once, all the time staring at me with a wide blank expression. I said before that I get hit on a lot by black men, well, considering that he still wasn't hard and that he looked at me straight in the eye I had to conclude that he was either pretty drunk or pretty far gone on something. Then he started to pee. He had aimed it at my feet, but as the jet grew in force it climbed up my legs, the thick warm stream showering the dried cum from my thighs as I stroked myself with a violent ferocity. He had come into this stall to pee, and he didn't care that I was there, he had to go. All I was to him was something to pee on. This was worse than the other men, to whom I was nothing more than a body to fuck, or a mouth to come in. I was now a receptacle for human waste, and as the piss splashed my hands I rubbed myself even harder, but it wasn't enough to make the humiliation and shame go away. The warm yellow fluid ran under my fingertips, mixing with my juices as I ran my fingers deeper and deeper into me, trying to make the man vanish, but the whole time staring mesmerized at him while he fixated me with his stare. Then he stole a glance down at my body, shooting out two last squirts of piss, both hitting me square in the chest, a few drops splattering my face. I looked down at his hand and saw that his thing had grown a bit. It was now much thicker than the store clerk's, but not much longer than Mickey's, about seven inches. It was stiff, sticking straight out, and it was getting closer. I looked up at the black man as he stepped up to me, the shower stall door swinging shut behind him. I tried to back away, but had nowhere to go. Stepping on the ledge that kept water from running out onto the street I shot up, nearly to the height of the black man, and then smelled his fetid breath just a moment before his hands clutched my breasts violently. "Please!" I cried, but I didn't know what I was asking for. I felt his thick stubby dick jabbing me in the thigh and I put a shaking hand down to touch it. "Do y- you want me to suck you?" I asked gibbering with fear. He smiled, and leaned hard into me moving his hands down instead to clutch my ass pulling my hips close to him while shoving me hard against the rickety wooden wall. Resigned to what would happen next I twisted my hips the way he was pulling and bent my knees, spreading my thighs apart. I took his penis and gingerly guided it to my hole. Then, carefully I worked myself down onto the fat shaft which filled me up so deeply inside that I thought someone had inflated a balloon inside me. He began to push, causing me to gasp for air with every thrust. His hot, sour wine breath pelted me as his thick wiry beard scratched my face. His strong hands grappled with my wide flanks, pulling them apart, digging deep into the supple flesh of my ass as he continued to pump deep inside me, splitting me in two. Supported by his firm grip I lifted my legs involuntarily, trying to ease the pressure on the walls of my vagina. His weight kept me pinned to the back wall which creaked uncomfortably under my bare back. I wrapped my legs around his sides, but he was too fat for me to reach around him. With some effort I extracted my hands from the weight of his tummy and clutched his shoulders, as much to keep from slipping down as to have something to squeeze to fend off the insufferable stuffing which was not so much painful as it was incredibly intrusive. I surrendered myself wholly to this man's primal instincts, twisting my hips to accommodate his thrusts. Thankfully I had been sopping wet down there, not to mention soaked with glycerin, so he had had no trouble filling me up. The further I twisted my hips and spread my legs the deeper he was able to plunge his shaft inside me, hammering away at my insides, his thick belly mashing down on my chest, tummy, and bush. I could feel the pressure it created with every thrust of his penis on my clitoris, grinding my little bud into his driving shaft. I could smell his thick secretions of sweat combined with recumbent filth accumulated from years of living on the streets. I knew that he was spreading that filth all over my cum splattered, urine drenched body, and pushing it deep inside my hole as the first bum who had raped me had tried to do. The rape seemed to go on forever, I was on the verge of fainting. I could feel his thick hot drool running down my cheek which he rested his mouth against as he hunched over trying to force himself further and further up inside me. His sweat was all over me, I could feel it running down my sides in thick runnels, pooling up in the thick folds of skin that I had made in my scrunched up position. Then he seized up, thrusting so hard that he practically bounced me in the air, locking his arms around me painfully, his coarse scratchy lips smashed against mine, panting and heaving his fetid breath into my mouth, drooling onto my wide lips, almost as wide as his thick black mouth. His orgasm racked up inside me, I couldn't feel it but my mind raced with images of giant blobs splattering into my unprotected cervix, racing into my uterus, big black sperm seeking out my defenseless egg. He had been motionless for several seconds when I dared to open my eyes. I started to bring my legs down, shifting my weight to take some of it off of his strong hands. His calm dark eyes were calm, but bloodshot now. When my feet found the ledge he lightened his grip on my buttocks, caressing them gently now, running one finger up and down the length of my crack like Mickey does sometimes, but also rubbing my anus. I have to admit that after the violent thrusting it felt good and I relaxed into his soft round girth, letting him caress me, letting his lips flutter over mine, feeling his shaft soften inside me but still filling me up. I didn't dare try to push myself off of him, and I waited for him to get bored. He removed one hand from my butt and brought it up to cradle my breast, which swung free in the motion. He gently ran his callused finger over the nipple, watching it intently. Not knowing what to do I started to gently knead his shoulders. He obviously wanted a little after-play, or perhaps to appreciate my body which he had not bothered to do before ravishing me and planting his seed inside me. I played along, even kissing him on the cheek. "That was great," I whispered, and as his eyes darted at mine I gave him a cautious open-mouthed kiss. Returning the kiss in kind he would have been a much better kisser than Evan had the sour smell not been accompanied by a sour taste, but I didn't stop him. I just wanted to satisfy him so he would leave me alone. I still had to shave and clean up and Mickey was probably already at the restaurant waiting for me. The thought of facing Mickey for some reason didn't bother me. I had never much cared about him sexually. But Arnold and Evan, could I look them in the eye, they who so openly lusted after me, Evan who practically owned me, could I let them see me without being aware of how cheapened I had become? That I had become the drinker of other men's sperm and now had taken a giant black mans semen in my vagina? Finally the black mans penis had shrunk enough that the force of my pussy pushed it out. I felt it fall wetly against my thigh, and felt my vagina closing up behind it, a great pressure on my inside had been released, like that sore and uncomfortable feeling you get right after you poo. He let go of my ass, which I again had to admit left me feeling kind of let down, losing the one source of small pleasure I had felt I was left with the sore emptiness in my tummy, a scratched and bruised backside, and still no hope for a shower. He took a step back, looking me over. I looked him over, he was more repulsive than before. Rather than tall and proud as when he had come in he was slumped and tired, his great belly sticking out even further over his fat dick, which was dribbling a long dangly trail of cum. I was still terrified of him, and hoped he was ready to leave now that he had had his fun, but I didn't want to offend him, and when I saw him look down at his cum capped shaft I went to my knees. Down here the smell was worse, but not as bad as the first bums. His penis had been cleansed in the deluge of my own juices, but the odor of urine and other bacteria was still strong. Nevertheless I reached out and took his penis with my mouth, the act almost forming a habitual nature so often had I been made to do it in the past couple of hours. My hands planted on the ground I could hardly reach up to the man's thick black penis, which I had little trouble taking inside my wide mouth, though I had to open it all the way. I lapped up the trailing vestiges of semen off of the head, noticing the familiar briny taste that the other bum had had, and gulping it down with no problem. In fact, after I was done I licked my lips to get the last remnants and returned to suck a new drop that had leaked out of his penis, an effort that rewarded me with another surge of rich briny sperm. I sucked again, trying to milk more of the jizz from the black bum's cock, but at last he pushed my head off of his flaccid shaft, pushed it back into the folds of his pants, turned around and disappeared out the door, leaving me kneeling in a puddle of his piss formed in the obviously backed up drain. I rolled the last drops of semen around on my tongue for a moment before swallowing it, wishing he had not planted so much inside me. Then, as usual, I caught myself. I don't know how I kept myself from screaming out loud, but instead I collapsed in a fetal ball into the puddle of cooling piss, shivering at the memory of my having so willingly dropped down to my knees to give up the last of my dignity to the man who had just raped me. It was so much worse than it would have been had I let the clerk have me. Perhaps he would have been nice, he certainly cared a lot about pleasing me, which was more than any of the bums had done. But there I was lying face down in a pool of piss instead, wishing I had let a violent ogre of a man finish raping me and plant his seed in me while lying on my back on a counter top in a convenience store. I had sunk pretty low. Scarcely a single man had touched me without forcing his shaft into my mouth, and I felt for a moment that I'd never eat real food again, but live on a diet of semen for the rest of my life. If only Evan's sperm tasted as good as that of the bums. That thought woke me up. I jerked up to my knees and remembered again where I was and what I had to do. I would just shave myself, get dressed, and leave. I picked up the razor off the floor where I had set it next to the glycerin, only the glycerin had been tipped over and now mixed with the pee to form the puddle I was kneeling in. My crotch was still well lubricated, glycerin doesn't readily rub off, but when I reached down between my crotch to feel for wetness I realized I had no reason to worry. Thick runnels of the black mans semen were filling up the folds of my labia. The semen that had just moments before been so succulent to me now disgusted me. It served as a bold reminder of the violent intrusion I had experienced, a final insult dripping out of my most private, well until recently, regions. I had nothing to wash myself off with but the puddle of piss, so I had no choice but to live with it. I started to work on my bush, shaving it off in big wads, not caring any more about my tan line, just determined to get the job done. After a couple strokes I realized I had nothing to clean the razor with, so gritting my teeth I shook it out in the puddle of pee and continued. When I reached my labia I had completely shaved the front portion bald. Clumps of dried semen and filth from the day's misadventures had left it a knotted mass and I was glad to be free of the whole mess. I then sat down with my back to the wall, trying to ignore the cold piss that welled around my butt cheeks and sent shivers where it touched my asshole. I spread my legs wide apart, and pulled my lips together where the chafing would be worst. The sperm continued to dribble out, coating my lips with its gooey essence, but being so close I didn't stop or try to clean myself, I just shaved another patch and dipped it in the puddle of pee. That's when the door opened up and two boys stood staring. I stared back in half a panic for a moment, but had been hit so many times that day, a couple more 7 or 8 year old kids didn't keep me stunned for long. "Shut the door!" I ordered. But one stood defiantly, "The men's bathrooms are out of order, so my dad told me to use this!" I looked back at them, they were both, of course gawking at me, astonished to see a naked woman much less one in such a position. I wondered for a moment if they knew what it was that was running out of my vagina in thick creamy strands into the puddle I sat in. "What are you doing?" the same boy asked, a short kid with short brown hair. Behind them I saw that the parking lot had begun to fill up, people were walking back and forth. "I'm shaving," I pleaded, "Please close the door." I was futilely trying to contain the flow of jism from my vagina with one hand. The other had gone modestly to my nipples, spreading semen all over them. The short boy's friend had tried to tug him away from the door, but was ignored, "Why are you shaving?" "Can't you see I'm naked? Please just leave me alone." "Well, let me come in and we will." The boy declared. I felt a strange crawling feeling creep up over me, and once again, I knew I was under yet another mans power. I nodded, and the boy came in, his clumsy toes splashing piss everywhere while the other boy looked I the doorway which he held slightly ajar. "Where am I supposed to go?" the boy asked, for some reason ignoring the fact that I was still spread-eagled on the ground beneath him. I made a defiant gesture indicating the puddle I was sitting in. "The drain's backed up..." I started to say, but the boy wasted little time in pulling his tiny thing out and letting go right between my legs a jet-stream of piss that made the puddle foam and sent streams of heat over my freezing buttocks and into my frozen anus. My shock was abated for a moment as the soothing heat flowed over me, but as the boys piss stream built up it moved and struck me right where I had been shaving. I stared up in horror and fury as preadolescent pee pummeled my vagina, held open and exposed, washing the steady dribble of black mans semen into the growing puddle I was sitting in. He was smiling, and began to move his thing around, thoroughly bathing my crotch, rinsing off the rogue hairs that I had shaved off, leaving my lips smooth and shiny with little yellow droplets forming where the glycerin had been rubbed. I dropped the razor, standing up enraged, the piss splashing all over me. Trying to avoid his stream I knocked my head on the wall, and slipped, barely catching myself on the wall as my breasts swung about violently until I regained my balance by grabbing the boy's shoulders. My chest was right up against his face, and he stopped urinating as he pulled his head back to avoid being swatted by my bosom, each one being easily the size of his boyish head. "Get the fuck out of here!" I demanded, shaking him. "I'm gonna tell my dad!" He screamed, crying. Again, the thought of being humiliated before an adult after having been exposed to children filled me with terror. "No," I pleaded. "Don't do that." I tried to force a smile, "It's just not polite to pee on people like that." But as quickly as the words were out of my mouth I felt the warm jet pelting me, this time in the tummy, running down into my crotch, the hot liquid shooting straight up. As degrading as it was it started to feel very good. Were it not for the smell... I wanted to throttle him, but I just smiled and glanced at his friend who was watching with glee. He stuck a finger out, pointing at my pussy and said, "You got stuff comin' out of your coochie!" I let go of the other boy and looked down. Indeed, the bum's sperm was dangling from the part in my labia in a long gooey tail, the boys piss running over my lips and dripping off the end of the trail of jizz that had dripped down from deep inside me to hang between my parted legs. The boy in front of me stopped peeing again to look, and I scooped it up with a free hand. "It's just soap," I tried to explain, cupping my cunt as much out of modesty as to staunch the endless flow of jizz from my once very private and sheltered sex. Now with the hair gone it was more exposed than ever and I was humiliated to realize that two small children had been the first to see my loins. For years I had had men trying to sleep with me, treating me like a sex object, goosing me in crowds, calling me names, all sorts of thing. I knew it was because of my large chest, wide hips and comparatively narrow waist, not because I am particularly beautiful. I also knew that most men think that Goth girls are sluts, which is goes to show you that most men don't think. Most of us are rather monogamous, and will only date Goth guys who respect our bodies as much as our minds. Today, however, it seemed that I had become the object everyone treated me like, and had thus plummeted to a level that deserves no respect, dignity, or even the right to refuse any man her body for anything. As I stood there legs bowed, clutching myself to contain a handful of sperm forced inside me by a large black bum while two little boys pissed on me and laughed at me while I smiled good-humoredly at them I became convinced that I was indeed a sex object. I was nothing more than a hole to be fucked. At the mercy of any man who might turn his gaze my way. "That's not soap!" the short boy insisted. I smiled. "No it's not," I admitted. "Well what is it then?" the other boy prodded, while the short boy grabbed my boob. I started to pull away, but as he pinched and squeezed it I relaxed and let him explore. He was only six or seven, he didn't really know what a breast was for. "It's a man's cum." I said, responding to their quizzical looks with. "It's what comes out of a man's penis when he..." I realized the horror of illustrating the act of sex to these boys. What if they wanted to try it? "When he rubs his penis." "Why's he rub his penis?" The other boy blurted out, "Because it feels good, my dad told me all about it. She was letting a man rub her in there," he pointed at my pussy, his finger bare millimeters away from the split of my labia sticking out over my hand. "Now she's gonna have a baby." The thought of that made me shudder, and he continued, "Why are you holding it like that?" The other boy laughed, "Are you gonna eat it?" they both burst out laughing. "Eat it!" they shouted together. I smiled, trying to laugh with them, but for some reason I was remembering the taste of the black man as I willingly kneeled in his piss and put my lips over the head of his cock. Scooping the puddled goo out of my bare, shiny labia I raised my cupped hands to my pouting mouth. My legs were shaking as I tried to force a laugh for the boy's sake, but when I slowly pushed my tongue out over my bottom lip to slurp up the puddle of cum I was stung with the acrid bitter taste of the boys piss. Looking up I could see they were both staring at me wide eyed, expectantly, in their innocence forgetting all about my nudity. I stuck my tongue into the puddle, the strong briny taste rolling onto my tongue through the bitter watery pee and started to lap it up. I Slurped the goo into my mouth in great gulps, letting the jizz roll around on my tongue as it made its way towards my throat and down into my tummy. Both boys were making sounds of disgust, but I let myself get enraptured in the act of degrading myself further for these boys by the familiar heady flavor of the homeless man's strong semen. It wasn't as good as the pure stuff was, it wasn't as pleasant as having gotten to lick it right from the source... The slamming door shocked me. The boys were gone. I could hear them running away and laughing. Cum utterly covered my mouth and chin and I scrambled to finish the mess and get on with dressing myself. Licking my fingers clean and pushing what cum had run down to my chin I realized that my bag was no longer hanging on the door! Had the boys taken it? Standing on the ledge I propped myself up to look over the doorway. There on the sidewalk were my bag and my dress. They must have been knocked down when the boys ran off. I looked around the parking lot, and to my horror saw several people, some teenagers skateboarding at the far end of the lot, a couple of girls in bikini's with their tight, hard bodies walking towards the beach. To my right, only a couple cars away from the one parked in front of the shower stall I was in, I saw two middle aged men, conservative but working class types eyeballing the girls. The kids were no longer in sight. Watching the girls I calculated that the men would be looking the other way as they got closer to the beach so I waited for my moment, knots building up inside me, heat flushing my loins, my legs and hands shaking like leaves in a storm. When the moment was right I didn't hesitate. PART FOUR I pushed the door open and took a small step onto the warm cement sidewalk, then one large step, putting me in reach of my bag, then bent double over to retrieve it. What I hadn't taken into account was the strong breeze that came up and tore the door out of my trembling hands, slamming it back into the stall with a loud cracking sound as I snatched the sack. Looking up from my bent in half position I saw through my legs both men turning to look, seeing my ass and pussy spread wide on display for them. I stood straight up, starting to turn and saw the two girls strutting their firm tits and tight asses under their slinky bikini's looking as well. They burst out into laughter as my breasts fell back down into place and turned and walked away. Heat flushed into my face, my groin started to burn and my stomach was on the verge of a seizure. I reached out and grabbed for the shower stall door, determined to not let another human being see me naked for as long as I lived. But the door was stuck. Maybe it was the boys slamming it, or the black bums forceful tearing at the door, but it had fallen and knocked itself behind the door jam, where it resisted my efforts to pull it back open, and wouldn't swing inwards. I could feel my boobs slapping against my rips as I desperately seized at the door. All my worst nightmares had come true. It was anyone's worst nightmare. I was standing alone in a public place utterly naked with nothing to cover myself. My world tunneled down to a narrow field, my hands and the door. Let me in, I silently begged, make it all stop. My eyes were going gray, and I started to become worried that I would faint, to be found naked with cum dribbling out of me, and my panic grew. Then a warm hand touched my shoulder. I jumped, spinning around, my back slamming into the wall of the door. I was facing the two men, both in their early forties, both clean-shaven and balding. One had a gut pushing over his belt, the other was really skinny. They both wore large shorts and had knobby knees. They wore T-shirts that said Santa Cruz and California respectively. The fat balding man put his hand out, presumably to steady my shaking body, and it worked. I froze solid. He said, "Hey hon, we're just trying to help." The other guy leaned forward, his eyes involuntarily darting from my face to the ground to scanning my ample flesh exposed for him and anyone else to see, "Yeah, why don't you let us have a look at the door?" I looked at the other guy, who was looking down at my chest. He looked up suddenly, blushing and glanced away, "Yeah, let Charley here have a look." Have a look, I thought, they could already see everything. As much as any man I would ever know would see. But they just smiled, waiting politely, their faces looking in every direction from embarrassment, but always returning to steal a glimpse of my nudity. I steeled myself to move, then took a step from the door. They were so close that I had to walk towards the chubby guy, since there was no where else to move. He held still for a moment, perhaps as mesmerized by my public exposure as I was. Charley stepped up to the door, but he took a moment to put his hand out and touch my back, gently nudging me, or perhaps trying to reassure me that I was in good hands. "Dan why don't you take her back to the car?" he said as he started to examine the door. "And let all those skateboarding hooligans see her?" I looked into Dan's eyes imploring his not to make me go anywhere. He smiled a polite middle-class gentleman's smile at me and shook his head. "No Charley, you just get that door open, so this young lady..." his voice trailed off and I caught him staring at my bosom, his eyes fixated on my wide, erect nipples which heaved up and down with my ragged panting breath. Being scared wasn't much different from being fucked, the thought occurred to me. Dan glanced up into my scared eyes, "Sorry miss, I've just never..." he looked away, and I looked over at Charley, who was working the door open slowly by pulling it upwards. Even doing that, he had his head turned and fixated on my butt. I dropped a hand to my bottom, running it over my cheeks, then realizing it was futile to try and cover my ample features. I had a large chest and a wide, round butt, and men found that desirable. More so for sex than for looks, from what it seemed, and that meant that men would become all the more animal around me than, say, thinner girls. I looked back at Dan, he was looking at me again, both of us looked down. When I did I saw a short little pup- tent growing in his baggy shorts. Dan saw that I saw, and turned to hide it. My legs were weak, as they had been all along. The stress was starting to weight heavily on me and I put a hand out to steady myself, clutching Dan by the shoulder, "Mister..." I whimpered. His arms were instantly around me, supporting me. My chest was smashed against his, and resting comfortably on his gut. One of his arms propped me up in the center of my back, the other low on my waist. Too low, I though, since a hand was firmly planted on my right butt cheek, bare inches away from my damp, glistening, cum-drenched vagina. I was too short of breath and too scared to object though. I was just happy to drift off and let Dan hold me, the first gentle man I had met since the clerk had taken me on to his counter. Before he raped me, that was. But this guy reminded me of my dad, firm and protective. My dad never looked at me the way Dan did, however. Then again he never saw me naked. I started thinking about my daddy when Charley saw what I was doing. "Dan she's younger than your daughter for Christ sakes." "I'm just holding her up. She's almost feinted." "Well you're practically molesting her!" Charley shouted. I could feel Dan's shaft pushing against my tummy, just above my newly shaved groin. I let him hold me up, putting more weight against him and rubbing myself up against his hard thing. I heard him gasp, hot air sliding down over my neck and back, but I was dizzy, enjoying the moment of numbness. I was afraid that if I pushed him away I'd feel nervous and exposed again. Was that how I'd gotten into trouble with the other guys? By not saying 'No.' when I had the chance? Pushing the thought back I continued to push myself against Dan's penis. Slowly, so neither he not Charley would suspect my deliberate intentions. As long as I did that, I thought, Dan would hold me and I would feel safe. I thought of my dad again, rubbing my tummy into Dan's dick made me feel like I was doing my dad, letting him rub against me like boys did in high school when I didn't really realize what they were doing. "C'mon honey. The door's open," I heard faintly. The hand dropped from my back and gently pushed me on the shoulder, trying to encourage me to turn around, but I hung on tighter, gyrating my pelvis into Dan's, rubbing my pussy against his bare thigh. My hand dropped to touch his thing, but as I did, my fingers gently exploring the length and size of his shaft I woke up. I looked right up into Dan's eyes, shock on both our faces. I tried supporting myself but found myself leaning even heavier on his arm, his hand digging deep into the soft flesh of my ass, one finger rubbing at the edge of my ass. He must have moved it while I was zoning out. I could feel it sliding over the tight folds of my asshole with the lubrication from my recent raping. I turned to look at Charley. He stood next to the now open door staring at me as I let his friend run his roving finger over my willing asshole, one hand firmly clutching Dan's dick. I let go, Dan's hands flew off me like I'd burnt him. I stooped down, snatched up the swimsuit bag and dashed inside the stall, my feet landing on damp, but otherwise dry, cement as the slow seepage had drained out the piss. The strong breeze had blown away most of the piss odor and I gratefully stepped into the stall, spinning around to see Charley and Dan staring at me with wide eyes still, but unabashed wonder. I grabbed the door and pulled it from Charley, who let it go. "Thank you," I said sweetly and honestly with a smile, my voice echoing in the small room. Then I pulled the door shut and literally tore the bag open to extract the suit. "You need to learn some control," I heard Charley saying in low tones outside. Dan replied, "How do I control myself with a woman like that?" "She was vulnerable and she needed our help." I barely heard Dan whisper, "But she grabbed my dick." "Your daughter's older than she is." I pushed my legs through the tight openings. Dan was talking still, "Meg hasn't put out more than once a week in five years, I just couldn't help myself. What would you have done." Charley laughed aloud, quickly hushing up, thinking I couldn't hear as I struggled to pull the suit up past my waist. He whispered, "She's just a scared girl." "Did you see her?" Dan butt in, "She had cum on her mouth. Her pussy was shaved and dripping wet. Her whole ass was slick. She's a beach bunny, she probably ran out just to get our attention. She must sit in there all day waiting for guys to come in and..." "Dan you are so full of shit!" I was frozen, terrified at what Dan thought of me. Charley went on. "I mean she had something on her mouth, and I know you don't see a shaved woman every day, but that doesn't mean that she's some beach trollop who puts out for any man. I mean what would she want with a couple of middle aged balding salesmen?" "You saw her, she's short and chubby. Guys around here go for those tall tanned girls, that girl was white as a ghost." There was a pause. I continued getting into my suit and realized that my dress was still on the ground outside. The suit was very tight, as tight as I'd remembered it and it rode up uncomfortably on my labia, but fortunately without the painful chafing. I struggled to make it cover something of my ass but trying to pull it up to cover my chest pulled it up tight, again making a thong that ran up my back exposing my flanks to the world. Charley was mumbling, "You really think she's sitting in there waiting for us to..." I could feel the crotch absorbing the moisture of the remains of the sperm and my piss drenched backside. I pulled one strap up over my shoulder preparing to thrust my breasts into the tiny one-piece when the door flew open. Dan stood there with one hand held out indicating me while Charley stared on. I had one hand nestled into the crotch of the suit trying to relieve pressure and it served to expose my new baldness for the two men to re-examine. Dan must have lost some of his courage, because we all froze for a moment. Then he came to his senses, glanced at Charley and stepped inside letting the door close behind him. I stepped back, allowing him more room and saw him glaring at me with contempt he hadn't shown before. He reached down and started to undo his shorts while I pulled my hands up to try to cover myself, but Dan stepped closer, I felt the ledge at my heels and stepped up on it, just like before. I closed my eyes and waited. Dan wasted no time. He put his arms around me and grabbed my ass, slipping one hand down to pull up one leg so my pussy was open for him to plunge in, which he did. He fucked my like that for a long time, his shaft not as thick as the black mans or the store clerks, but longer. He was also more in control, his rhythm steady and deliberate. He used my elevated position to get my nipple in his mouth, though it required some stooping. In a few minutes he was fucking and sucking me, sending shivers through my body, each thrust a gentle, painful reminder of the abuse my tender body had taken so far that day. I gasped with each thrust, moaning and groaning at his incessant lust, pushing my hips out to take him deeper in the hopes that he would come sooner, but this was no boy. Being as old as he was he took a long time to finish, stopping every once and a while to catch his breath. When he seemed like he was going to start again I would kiss him, trying to buy my aching vagina a little more time, but it wouldn't stop him, it just encouraged him, and prevented the pleasant shivers I got when he sucked so artfully on my nipples. "You like it don't you?" he asked several times, "This is what you wanted isn't it?" Every time he asked I just kissed him, or thrust my nipple back in his mouth, letting him drive his long dick inside me, spreading my lips apart. At one pint I remembered the cum that had run so freely out of me, and I said, "When you cum, pull out." "Is that what you like?" he grinned, "You like it when guys cum on your mouth?" He started thrusting harder, causing me to moan harder and louder, "Is that what you did to the last guy?" I nodded, unable to speak, hoping he would understand. He started pumping harder, faster and faster, until I was gasping in short squeaks. He ran his lips over mine, which engulfed his over and over as he built up for orgasm. When he started to come I gasped, "Don't cum inside me, put it in my mouth, please." But he was already cummming, he pulled back, sliding his orgasming dick out of my smooth slick vagina. His hand clutched the base of his dick in an awkward way and though cum dribbled heavily off the tip none shot out. He had already come inside me, and I knew that the first shot was the one with all the sperm, but he was waiting, expecting me to take the rest of it. For the fourth time, with as many men in one afternoon, I knelt down and parted my thick luscious lips for a strange mans cock as life giving semen ran through them onto my tongue, filling my world with the scent and taste of semen. I knelt there, moving my mouth up and down over his shaft, letting him milk every last drop from his manhood into my body, a vessel for his pleasures. I submitted myself to his guilty desires, proving true to his theory that I was nothing but a beach slut who waited for men to take her in any way they wished, all for the taste of his semen. I licked and sucked on his shaft until it was clean but for my saliva, and it was soft. I felt his goo dribbling out of my hole as I knelt, my legs spread apart, and I looked up into his soft adoring eyes. All trace of contempt was gone, and I thought again of my dad as he looked on so lovingly, his penis in my mouth getting softer with every gentle suck or squeeze with my thick pouting lips. He seemed taller now, more confidant, while my tongue did laps around the head of his long penis. He ran his hands through my hair enjoying the service I was giving him. He hadn't tasted so good. He was lot like Evan, though it was bitter and smelled bad, but I was eager to please him, as I was eager to please my father when I would run home as a child with an A+ paper from school. I swallowed his semen with no difficulty this time, occupied as I was with examining the taste and pleasuring his penis. "All right little lady," he began, "That's enough." And he pulled his penis out of my mouth. "Yes sir," I said, "Can I go now?" As he put himself away and made himself decent he said, "Well don't you think it's only fair that you do Charley too?" I looked up at him, scared again, the warm comfortable feeling slipping away as he looked on with displeasure. I nodded my head to him and looked down. A few moments later he was gone, and Charley had entered, looking nervous. I waited for him to make a move, but when he didn't I realized that I was going to have to make it for him. I was scared of making Dan angry, so I stood up, put my arms around Charley's tall shoulders and kissed him, gently, then with growing passion on the lips. Between kisses Charley mumbled, "Dan says you like it in the mouth." I wanted to scream, but I couldn't. I was playing a part and I had to see it through, otherwise I might have three men's cum inside me. I decided I wouldn't let Dan down, but I would also cover my bases, I mean what's one more mouthful of sperm. "I love it when a men lets it go in my mouth," I said as convincingly as I could. Then I reached down and started to stroke his cock through his shorts. Charley let me kiss him again, but when I started to go down he stopped me. "Uh, I'm a bit old fashioned, could we do it normal for a bit first?" Still playing the part I smiled broadly at him. I suddenly pushed the bathing suit down, relieving the awful pinching of the suit against my sides and crotch. Completely naked now I saw Charley looking me over with growing interest. He put his hands out and started to fondle me every which way, an action which I found very soothing after all the men who had just forced their way into my sex. He kissed me all over and when I turned around he moved up behind me. I stepped up onto the ledge, pushed my butt out a bit, and reached between my legs to take Charley's dick. He had pulled it out and I guided it inside me. Taken from behind was much nicer as all the bruising had been against my pelvic bone, though I was still very sore. Charley had a nice penis. It wasn't too long and its shaft wasn't too thick, but he wasn't too small either. It fit inside me nicely and I let him have his way with me, running his hands over my body pushing himself deep inside me, kissing my neck and shoulders and telling me the whole time I was beautiful. It was undoubtedly the single most pleasurable sex I had ever had. My hands being free to gently stroke myself I found myself rising to climax quickly, grinding my ass back to meet Charley's steady deep thrusts so as to increase my own pleasure. For a man I hadn't wanted to touch a few minutes before I found myself deeply aroused, but then, considering what I had been through today, being at least half in control was definitely a big part of that. For as long as it had taken Dan it took Charley longer, pleasuring me with his deep steady thrusting while I brought myself off with my hands. Charley would stroke my nipples whenever I came, sending lines of electricity through my body until I was screaming and panting, gasping for air, unable to stand. Charley had stopped, he was just holding me up, still buried inside my sex. "What's wrong?" I asked. "I want you to finish." He was silent for a moment, "I already did." He finally said, guiltily. My high shattered. Why wouldn't anyone listen to me. Why did he have to ruin such a wonderful experience by coming inside me, planting more chances for me to get pregnant. But then it wasn't the news so much as the revelation that I had so willingly given myself over to these men that brought me down so low. It had been one thing for me to stand in fear as the clerk molested me, or the bums forcefully had their way with me. It was another altogether to be encouraging total strangers to have sex with me, to come in my mouth. Charley was trying to be nice, "If you'd like there's probably some left." I just shook my head, "I have to go meet my boyfriend." Tears were welling up in my eyes Charley seemed shocked to hear this, but he just let go, his softening dick slipping out of me. I bent down to retrieve my suit while Charley stared sheepishly around him, then he moved towards the door. I wanted to thank him, or something, but I was too distraught at this new turn of events in my life. Was this how I held up to pressure? Was this how I behaved when things were against me? Total submission? Pulling on the bathing suit distracted me long enough to compose myself as Charley walked out, Dan craning his neck to look in and catch another glimpse of me. After I was dressed I pushed open the stall door to find Dan and Charley waiting. They jerked to attention, but I just strode out and picked up my dress, then made my way for the bathrooms with as much dignity as I could muster. I could feel Charley's sperms dribbling out of my vagina, dripping down my thigh, but I pretended to ignore it as I brushed past the two of them without comment, making my way to the bathrooms where hopefully they had running water and a mirror. I was conscious of the stares I was attracting from people getting into and out of their cars. My entire backside was exposed by the tiny suit, but I just acted as if this was normal, and it was since most women went around in less than I had on at the beach. To get to the bathroom I had to pass by the teenagers who were skateboarding off of the parking curbs. They stopped, one by one, to stare as I walked past, each one transfixed, several whistling or calling out to me to come join them. I plodded resolutely on towards the bathroom. When I reached the door I turned around and saw the crowd of skaters, still staring after me. I looked straight at one of them, a tall boy older than the rest, winked and blew him a kiss. Then I walked into the bathroom. The door was an iron grate that was chained open to the wall, but I hadn't seen any women around the parking area and assumed I would have a few minutes. I dropped my dress and my purse, pulled the skimpy suit off my body, cranked the sink to full and proceeded to douse myself in water. At least I would be clean when I met Mickey later. Well... most of me... Rubbing the last of my smeared make-up off of my face I could feel the heat of Charley's sperm running down my thigh. I knew that without a douche or an enema bag that there would be no way to purge the excess sperm swimming around inside of me, but I started splashing myself there all the same. It was a sheer joy to feel the cold water rinsing the days filth from my skin, letting all of the cum and piss run off me onto the floor to disappear into the drain in the center of the room. But the thought of all those tiny little sperm in my vagina wouldn't leave me alone. I knew I didn't have anything in my purse that would serve to flush me out, and even though I knew I might already be pregnant or diseased, the thought of leaving all that semen inside me to increase my chances was making me weak and nervous. I thought that maybe if I pushed something up inside me it would help purge the infestation of unwelcome jism, but the biggest thing I had was a mascara stick, and that was only three inches long. Then I heard scuffling at the door. I turned to look but saw nothing, hearing only a telling "Shh." It must have been the boys. I started to kick myself for having winked, and grabbed for my suit. But then I realized that they might have something for my problem. I startled, shaking my head. I couldn't possibly be considering asking one of them to have sex with me just to pump out the excess sperm in me could I? I didn't know which thought was worse. Further violating my promise to Mickey to be faithful or to have to look him in the eye with the sperm of three men swimming around inside me. What if he wanted to fool around, what if he touched me and found that my pussy had been used by another man, how could I explain that I was still his faithful girlfriend. I heard some more scuffling, and clutching the skimpy suit to my chest looked up, seeing two small faces peering in. They both vanished as suddenly. "Hey," I whispered. No reply. "You can come in," I said, my legs shaking and my tummy quivering. This was the worst yet. Before I had been violently taken, scared into submission, and caught while in shock. Now I was not only myself, but I was actively soliciting another invasion into my privacy and my dignity. What was worse, I was doing it from two peeping tom teenagers, hardly out of puberty. But still they didn't come out. I took a step towards the doorway, their shadows clearly outlined on the floor. I clutched the suit to my chest, then realized that I would have to show myself anyway if I was going to let one of them have me. Besides, if they were reluctant to listen, perhaps my body would convince them to be more bold. Dropping the suit and taking a deep breath I rounded the corner and stepped into the blinding sun. It only took a moment for my eyesight to return. I was looking at two very young teenagers, possibly younger than Evan. Further away the entire crowd of skateboarders, maybe ten boys were staring. Obviously they had been watching the two younger boys attempt to catch a glimpse of me. Ten, maybe more, boys staring at me, naked in full view. My pale white skin, shining with water still dripping off my nipples and beading up on my glycerin coated labia, shaved and exposed for all to see. I wanted to dart back inside, but the damage was done, and I still didn't know what to do about the sperm inside me. Shaking, on the verge of tears, I looked at one of the two boys, a small guy with longish brown hair falling in greasy locks over his shoulders. Forcing a weak smile on my lips I said, "Don't you want to come in?" He looked at his friend, then at the crowd of gawkers. He took a step towards me, his face dotted with tiny pimples, braces on his teeth. He looked at his friend once more, then reached out, taking me in his arms, and planted a kiss on me, his braces rubbing painfully against my soft lips. I let him kiss me, running his hand down my body, while everyone watched me, naked, taking this young boy. To them it must have seemed that I was asking him for it, and I was. Just a wanton slut throwing myself around at any man who comes near. The other boy, a young curly haired boy stood up straight and barked, "What about me? It was my idea." He was younger than the one who now held me. The boy kissing me stopped, and clumsily pushed me towards the bathroom, for privacy fortunately. As we were walking in he turned over his shoulder and said, "You can do her next." Do her. That's what they were doing, all of them. The thought of letting two boys take me made me mad, but I couldn't tell him why I was asking him to do it. I had to let them believe what they thought: That I was just a slut who couldn't wait for a dick in her pussy. Stopping, I turned around and put my hand on the boy's shaft. It was already rock hard. I pulled down his baggy swimming trunks just enough to reveal it and wrapped my hand over its length. It was pretty small, shorter than Evans and not as thick, though it bowed out in the middle. He was staring at me with wide eyes, "M-my names... Mitch." He stammered unable to believe what was happening to him. I could understand why. He wasn't an attractive boy, but like Evan. He was a geeky pimple faced kid. He was gangly, greasy, and for a thirteen year old had already started working on a beer gut. He had probably never even kissed a girl, and probably wouldn't for years. I imagined that I was building up to be the single biggest thrill of his life. He was gasping from the stroking I was giving him. I realized I had to explain the rules to him. "Mitch, I want you to make love to me. I want you to fuck me, right here, right now," then I squeezed his shaft a little harder, he gasped again, "but I don't want you to cum in me. If you cum in me I'll get in trouble." I realized I would have to offer him an incentive to help avoid what Dan and Charley had done. "When you start to get close pull out, and I'll finish you off with my mouth." With that I planted another kiss on him, letting me feel the softness and lusciousness of my lips. I let him imagine what I would do with those lips. "I love the taste of cum, Mitch. All I want is a taste of your cum." Then I let him go and looked for a place to lay down. I grabbed my dress off the floor and spread it out on a spot where there wasn't any water, not that it mattered much; it was still damp from the bathroom where I'd eaten Evans sperm. I lay down on my back, while Mitch pulled his shorts off, leaving him naked but for a pair of sneakers, which he left on. He lay down on top of me, hands and knees first, then crushed me as he tried to lay up against me, clumsily not knowing what to do with his arms and legs. He started prodding me with his little thing, not knowing how to guide it in, and I reached down and took it, aligning it with my vagina and putting my hand on his bony butt and gently pulling. That was the last gentle thing that happened. For the next five minutes Mitch lost control, stopping every minute or so as if about to cum. I would ask him to put it in my mouth, but he would say 'Just a bit longer. You feel so good.' Or 'You're so beautiful.' I let him pummel away at him, after all he was doing me a favor, I owed it to him to let him have a good time though his skinny penis and jerky movements gave me little in the way of pleasure. Nevertheless I tried to make it better for him by matching his thrusts and running my hands over his smooth boyish ass. I kissed him a lot, trying to show him how to make love to a grown woman and generally live up to the greatest experience of his young life. I wrapped my legs around his narrow body, and ground my soft plush hips into his bony pelvis. But when he started to cum he lost control, pushing down on me, forcing me to take his sperm deep inside me, totally unaware of me or anything. He just shook and then froze on top of me. "I'm sorry," He finally said, pulling off of me, as if he was ashamed. He sat up, looking down at my body, my breasts smashed flat on my chest, my legs spread wide with my feet still resting on his hips, my pussy spread open wide, still digesting his unwelcome bath of semen. I couldn't believe it. Why couldn't anyone listen, now I had four men's sperm inside me. The thought of having exposed myself to all those men, and having betrayed Mickey yet again with a near child made me want to cry. "Oh Mitch..." I started saying, but I couldn't tell him what was really on my mind, I had to pretend that I was disappointed that I hadn't gotten my sperm. Mitch blurted out, "I still have some left." With that he hopped to his feet and scampered around to my head, kneeling down and offering me up his penis, still erect, but covered with bubbling globs of beige goo. What could I do? I had told him I craved the taste of sperm, he was just trying to be nice. For the umpteenth time that day, I leant over to open my lips and take a man's penis in my mouth. Opening my mouth I licked my lips and pushed my little tongue out. Then a scuffling sound alerted me to the door, and between my spread legs I could see four or five faces peering in. They had seen the whole show, and were now staring at my wide open labia as I craned my neck to sample the last dribbled of semen from Mitch's mouth. I couldn't stop. Something in me made me continue, leaving my legs open while all those boys stared at me. I started lapping up the drops of Mitch's jizz, then took the thin shaft in my mouth, rolling my tongue over it and running my plush lips up and down the length of his shaft while Mitch moaned hysterically. Having tasted Mitch's sperm, a faintly bleachy but otherwise bland taste I let him go and laid back down. "It was great Mitch." "Can I be next?" a cry went up from the crowd at the door. "I'll cum in your mouth!" The boys burst out laughing, but the little curly haired boy strode out from the crowd, only to be grabbed by another, bigger boy. The big boy, who must have been almost 18 pulled him back and stepped up to the front. "How about it miss?" he asked politely, "I mean, can we uh..." but shyness or just plain embarrassment stopped his voice. I propped myself up on my elbows. With all these boys watching it would be humiliating, but I was already humiliated, tears welling up in my eyes and my breathing short and quick. The thought of one more stranger sampling my body was terrifying to say the least, but now I not only had Dan's, Charley's and the black mans sperm inside me, but Mitch's too. I don't know why I thought that letting another man fuck me would pump the sperm out, but I was desperate for anything at this point to reduce the chances I'd get pregnant. "If you promise to cum in my mouth," I blurted out, my stomach seizing up at what I had just asked for. In front of a growing crowd of boys, my legs spread wide, I had just offered to trade sex for a mouthful of cum. The older boy gestured over his shoulder at the group, "For all of us?" he asked, smiling again. I looked up and counted almost twelve smiling young acne ridden faces. Looking back at the older boy I shook my head, closing my legs and starting to pick myself up. He said, "That's the deal." Calmly, though I could see his hands were shaking. How could I endure twelve boys fucking me, pummeling me with their thin and thick shafts? Would any of them be able to control themselves better than Mitch had, or even Dan and Charley for that matter? I realized right then and there that my plan was futile, even if I did manage to pump out the semen there would still be sperm untouchable in my uterus. Now the sperm of four men. At that I realized that I might wind up with the sperm of sixteen men inside me if I was to let this continue. "No," I whimpered, "No, please just leave me alone." But the boys were there in force, I had already offered myself to one of them, and he didn't seem about to give up his claim. Not with the twelve of them backing him up. I began to get scared. Real scared. I was losing control of the situation again, and realized that the only hope I had was to give into them. That way I could, perhaps, keep them from coming inside me again. But I had made the older boy mad. He took a meaningful stride towards me. I don't know if he was ready to really rape me yet, but I was so scared that having all the other, younger boys looking on might hurt his pride if I didn't placate him. "I'm sorry," I sat up, crossing my legs and putting my hands in my lap. I could feel Mitch's cum gathering in my labial folds. "I'm just still sore from Mitch." I tried to explain, not wanting to admit that I had been had by so many men that day, or to the extent that I was sore. "I don't have any protection from pregnancy, and I was afraid..." I ran out of things to say, so I added, "There are so many of you." The older boy seemed satisfied. He had saved his pride, and, of course, he was still going to get to have me. He shooed Mitch away with his hand, Mitch scampered off to find his shorts, then he turned to the boys and shouted for them to leave, to go outside and wait until I was ready for them. He seemed to have taken charge of the distribution of my body. As the boys scurried out he sat down next to me, running his hands down my back and sides, reaching up to touch my breasts, "I've never been with a girl who's tits were as big as yours." He said cradling my boob. "Please," I asked submissively, "Don't let them all in here to fuck me." I rubbed my crotch for added emphasis, to remind his that I was sore. "Well you can give some of them blow jobs, right?" he asked, but it wasn't so much a question as a matter of fact statement. That would certainly help, but the thought of that much cum, the thought of giving myself to so many boys, there was no way I could submit myself to the most degrading act I could to twelve strangers who weren't old enough to drive. He went on, pushing his hand down to my pussy where he explored freely as I moved my hands for him, "That's what you said to Mitch wasn't it?" I looked at him questioningly and he explained, "That you love eating cum." Caught in the lie I had no choice but to nod nervously. He smiled and pulled his shorts down, pushing me down onto my dress, "Don't worry," he said, "I'll let you eat mine like you did Mitch." Then he climbed on top and with only slightly more elegance than Mitch started to fuck me. His dick wasn't much bigger, but it filled me nicely, like Charley's did, and his fucking was all right I suppose, for how sore I was. I treated him much like I had treated Mitch, doing everything I could for him to make him as satisfied as possible, including bucking up to meet his thrusts and kissing him passionately. Unlike Mitch he pulled out just in time, splattering me with his sperm, and lunging forward to thrust his sputtering cock into my mouth, which he fucked and pumped into, milking himself on my lips while I struggled to keep from gagging on the strong acrid jizz. I forced it down, gulping shot after shot of the nasty stuff, while he rocked back and forth, finally coming to a halt. He got up, pulled his shorts up while I panted heavily, lying on my back with cum splattered all over me. I heard a footstep, then opening my eyes saw another boy undoing his shorts, this one stripping completely naked. I shot up, my breasts colliding painfully in the center and swinging back and forth. "Let me give you a blow job," I offered, half begging. But he shook his head, "I've never been with a girl before." He admitted blushing, "I just wanted." I looked at him, sympathy for the boy welling up in me, but how could he be so selfless for my needs. I laid back down, letting the chubby youth stroke me with his stubby fingers. He was pretty fat, and like Mitch had probably never even dated. I was probably the only chance he'd have to have sex for years. "You sure are one hot chick," he said, and while I spread my legs open he mounted me, his girth knocking my wind out and the sweaty flesh mashed into me. He spent a lot of time playing with me; sucking on my breasts, fingering my pussy, just exploring my body, and I gave it to him with everything I could. I gave him more than I had given to Mitch, serving him like a high class prostitute, making sure that everything was as wonderful as possible for him. Why I tried so hard for him and the boy after him, and the one after that I don't know, but for some reason it was very important that I make sure they all had the time of their lives, perhaps to add some meaning to my total degradation. I humiliated and debased myself so low that the chance to raise my esteem in their eyes must have been my only hope of redemption. I let the fat boy cum inside me, and the one after that. When the older boy came back for seconds I went down on him in spite of the acrid taste. In fact I begged him for the chance to I was getting so sore. After what might have been hours while the boys guarded the doors (as I found out from one of them who had trouble getting an erection) I was exhausted, drenched in cum, saliva and my own juices. I hadn't had a single orgasm, but the task of servicing all those boys had driven the need from me, making me numb in my sheer exhaustion. My arms, mouth and legs were all sore, my pussy ached ferociously. Thick white creamy globules now ran freely, a solid line from my labia to the floor, and puddling up around my ass. When the older boys came back for seconds they wouldn't touch my pussy thank god, so drenched in cum it was. I had to fellate them, however, turning my soft lips into the service my labia were meant to perform, and taking all their sperm, some salty, some bitter, but swallow it all I had to and I did, until I was full of it. The jizz was all over my face, slicking back my hair, covering my wide flanks and tummy, spreading down in a viscous cloudy pool to my knees. My dress had soaked so much sperm that the goo now just pooled up between the folds. Actually a bit of cum had dribbled out of me and stained the front of the skirt, but damnit, that was how it felt to have all those boys use me. A teaspoon of semen feels like a gallon when you've been forced to assimilate twelve of them into your body multiple times through one orifice or another in under an hour. I had been splattered in the face and the tummy so many times I had no idea how many times I'd been used, and as I pulled myself up off the ground I was genuinely astonished to see myself in the mirror. I was a bit sweaty, my nipples were purple and swollen, and my hair was a mess, but otherwise I looked absolutely normal. I couldn't believe that I wasn't drenched in semen. The normal wetness in my crotch couldn't possibly be the semen of ten or twelve men could it? I was cold, sore, and weak, and I stepped into my suit, the last of the boys sitting on the ground were I had just made him cum into my mouth watching as I pulled the thin scrap of cloth into the line between my butt cheeks. Smiling whenever I looked at him, acting like we were in love or something. I just smiled back, feeling guilty somehow for the contempt I had for him. Didn't he know that I had been terrorized all day? Didn't he know that when a girl is confronted by twelve men that there is no way to say "no." Stuffing my breasts into the suit I washed my face again, pushing my hair back and rinsing and spitting, rinsing and spitting, but I couldn't get the taste of cum out of my mouth. So much cum. I felt a hand touch my behind. The boy was there. In the mirror I saw another couple of boys, probably checking to see if they could get their seconds or thirds. "You were great," he said. "My names Dave. What's yours." As I stood, bending over a sink with a fourteen year old with greasy skin fondling my ass he asked me my name. As I rinsed my mouth out over and over to wash the taste of him and his buddies cum from my mouth he rubbed and pinched and squeezed. As I fretted over the ramifications of having had at least ten or fifteen different loads of sperm shot at my cervix he was trying to be social. I stopped washing, grabbing his hand roughly and pushing it away. I spun around and looked at one of the other boys, a short chubby one who clung to a skateboard like it was a teddy bear, "Give me your shirt." He paused for a moment, then pulled it off. I snatched it from him and proceeded to dry my face off, then my neck and chest while three boys who had just had their penis' in me gazed on, watching me strut around in a skimpy one piece bathing suit that probably would have gotten me arrested in Brazil. "Sluts don't have names," I said to the boy who had just fed me my last serving of jism. "We're just here for your amusement." He was dumbfounded, so were the other two boys. I went over to where my dress was. It was partly dry from the days heat, though the sweat stain from my body and the cum stain were pretty noticeable. I ran the spot under the faucet. "Hey, I wasn't trying to..." the boy finally replied, "Uh, insult you. I was just wonderin' if you wanted to go over to the park with us." I snapped a glare at him, and he added, "After you get dressed, I mean. I mean there's some Goth girls that hang out." How the fuck he knew I was a Goth I'll never guess. My velvet dress could have been on the back of any street hooker, and he had only seen me bare-ass naked and in this disgusting one-piece with the pink stripe. "Look," I explained wringing the skirt of my dress out. "You don't take a girl out who you and all your buddies have fucked. You don't buy her dinner, you don't take her to a movie, you don't introduce her to your other girlfriends." "He doesn't have any girlfriends," the fat boy chimed in. "You're his first lay!" he laughed, and the other boy with him laughed also. "And what are you!?" I snapped. His friend, another boy about fourteen with collar length hair blurted out, "He didn't get his turn. Prancer pushed him out of the way and went in." I looked at the fat kid, "You didn't get to have me?" I grinned mercilessly at him. He looked at the ground and shook his head. "That's pretty sad, isn't it?" I looked around at the boys, all of them were trying to find something else to look at. Inexplicably I started to feel bad for the kid, left out when all his friends had had the time of their lives. "Shit," I said, dropping my dress I kneeled on the floor in front of the fat kid, "You ever been with a girl before?" He shook his head nervously. I yanked his shorts down and grabbed his thing with my hand. It was already rock solid and god damnit if he didn't have the biggest dick I'd seen on any of the boys. It wasn't as wide as the black mans, but it was a good two hand lengths long. "What's your name kid?" I asked looking up at him, running the long tube along my wide lower lip. "They call me... Peewee. Cause I'm fat, y'know..." he was gasping now. "They're gonna have to start calling you Tiny," I said, licking the head of his cock making him shudder. "You've got the biggest dick I've ever seen." I lied. I looked to his friends to see their reaction, but I couldn't tell if they had heard because they just stared wide eyed. I went on, "I'm glad you didn't get to fuck me, this monster would have spit me in two." I engulfed the rod with my mouth, just as he started to cum. After a minute or two of milking him dry I realized that he hadn't tasted too bad. Having swallowed so much cum that day I was becoming an aficionado, and his jism had tasted faintly sweet, with only a vague bleach smell. I told him so, planting a monster kiss on the little rat, his hands reaching up to squeeze my breasts, his long dick poking me in the tummy, still hard, still vibrating with his pulsing orgasm. I still couldn't believe the way I was acting, after having let preadolescent children take me, after having welcomed two middle aged men into my arms, after giving myself to bums and all these kids my behavior still astonished me. Without even caring any more I pulled the crotch of my suit aside, set my butt onto the sink and said, "Come on Tiny." He looked up astonished, so did the other boys. I continued, "You're so short and fat no girl is ever gonna let you touch her to find out about that long thing of yours. Why waste the opportunity?" Again I exposed myself for strange men to see, but they had all had me hadn't they? They had all put their things inside me. It wasn't as if I had anything to hide from them. I reached up and pulled the straps off my shoulder, letting my breasts fall so Peewee would have the same chance to play as the other boys. I hated long dicks. They jabbed you hard in the cervix, stretched you out, and generally made your life miserable, but some masochistic twig had snapped in me and I was begging for more punishment, something to ice the cake on my martyrdom. Surprisingly enough it didn't hurt at all, aside from the soreness I already felt as the chubby ugly kid drove his thing in me. He hardly had to stoop to get it under me, and I guess he didn't know much about using his hips since he just prodded me with it while I held him close in my arms and kissed him passionately; Stopping and chiding him every time he bit my lip by accident, forcing him to kiss me like a man, making him loosen his grip on my breasts and caress them gently, showing him how a woman likes to have her nipples stroked, how I did when they weren't so sore. As he came inside me, filling me with yet another teaspoon that felt like a deluge I realized that I had probably just made his life. I had given him something that he would never forget and for some reason I found myself deriving satisfaction from that. Gasping and panting he leaned heavily on me as his thing shriveled up inside me, and I laughed out loud. Me, the high school nerd, the reject who people laughed at and called slut even though I was a virgin until 19, was now running around serving adolescent geeks unfulfilled dreams and making them feel like real men. Of course a real man has to learn how to earn a woman's love and trust, and know how to keep her around, but that wasn't my problem. These weren't men yet. They were boys. I pushed the kid off of me and picked up my dress, plying the crotch of the suit to cover my smooth shaven labia and hauling the suit up to stabilize my flopping breasts. I pulled the damp dress over my head, getting it on with some struggle and then opened up my purse, putting on make-up while the boys made themselves comfortable, waiting on me like handmaidens. When I stepped out of the bathroom with the three kids in tow I was good to go. Except for my wet hair and bare legs and feet you wouldn't have known that I had been raped, fucked, and cum on more than a dozen times that day. I was everything a gothic girl should be, pale face, dark eyes, blood red lipstick smeared thick over my ample lips, I had even pulled a strand of hair down to fall over one eye. There were about three guys still hanging out, the older ones, and they stood up as if at attention when I arrived. One of them, the oldest guy who had had me first and then two more times after that stepped up to me. I stopped him, "Unless you plan on bullying me back into that bathroom to do you all again I suggest you get the fuck out of my way!" I growled. He was taken aback, and his face went pale, "But I... But you wanted... I just wanted to know your name." I stepped around him and started back towards the beach, "Tell him Dave." Walking away I heard, "She's a slut. Sluts don't have names." The sun was still high, but I had been at this parking lot for a long time. I started thinking up an excuse as my legs grew wobbly and my heart started to thump harder and harder. I just hoped that I wouldn't cry and make a mess of my make-up PART FIVE I sat on the beach soaking wet, but wrapped tightly in the body glove like it was armor. It clung to my body like a thick skin, but its density and tight fit pressed into my body, making me feel more like I was heavily shielded than exposing my curves to the world. It was black with blue swatches sewn in at dramatic angles, and zipped tightly up the back. I had been a failure at boogie boarding. Nothing I could do would keep me on top of a wave for more than a couple seconds, then the wave would pass me by and I would be left to kick back out to where I had started and try again. I had finally given up, coming to the shore to hang out with Evan and Arnold while Mickey persevered. I didn't mind, since my mind wasn't really into the whole idea of having fun on the beach so much as recuperating in a nice hot bath. Maybe a little hot tea and professional therapy. But I was so scared of the consequences and humiliation, even of having what little Evan knew of my trials that day, that I went along with the guys, trying to be a sport. Evan seemed to be very nervous and uncomfortable, but I guess he was as scared as I was that Mickey would suspect something was up. He did a good job of keeping his distance. I was, however, more aware than ever of Arnold's leering glares. He was still only eighteen but he and Mickey were fast friends from high school, which Arnold still hadn't graduated from. He was average height, average build, average everything I guess. He refused to take off his T-shirt or to get in the water, I knew from Mickey it was because he had back pimples, and he insisted on trying to grow a mustache, though I couldn't imagine why since he had only sparse growth that made him look dirty, and even a little greasy. He wasn't Goth, like me and Mickey, but wore jeans and T- shirts like most guys, only his were always heavy metal bands. His hair was about shoulder length, and usually looked unwashed and uncombed. In short, I thought he was a total nerd. Not that I'm one to make judgments like that being a freak, but after two years freedom of the domination of high school I had become very picky about who I did and didn't hang out with. Guys who leered at me like junior high school students or construction workers didn't fall into my usual company, but I loved Mickey, and usually could tolerate such treatment. Of course, today was a different story. Mickey and I had just come out of the water. He was ready to go back for more, but I was done. Evan had clamored up wanting to try, but with the freezing Pacific ocean there was no way he could go unless he had a body suit. Mickey only had brought two. I had tried to let them let me go up the beach and to the car to retrieve my dress, but Evan let it slip that I had a bathing suit under the body glove, and I was stuck. I had tried to tell them that it was indecent but they all laughed that off, chalking it up to my usual inhibition about showing skin. Then Mickey had run off, saying he was going to try some better waves he had heard about down the beach. Left alone with Evan who already knew me intimately, and Arnold who lusted after me, I reluctantly reached back, and grabbing the zipper I undid the suit and started to pull it off of me, but in its wetness it was terribly difficult. I looked over at Evan, who waited smiling maliciously. He had prodded me in front of Mickey encouraging everyone to believe that I was just being overly modest, and I was. I knew that. But they didn't know the full extent as to why I was so scared to pull down the suit. They didn't have any desire to respect my body. Mickey was only interested in having fun, Evan wanted to make me cringe, and Arnold wanted to see me exposed, as Evan had finally. At least I was in a very public place. I may have felt indecent, but a lot of people dressed like I would be, and certainly no one would try to rape me. Besides, I figured I would just get out of the suit and run up to the car parked on the cliff behind us where the road ran. Looking up and down the beach there were a couple dozen people. A lot of guys and a few girls, either sunbathing, playing Frisbee, or playing in the waves. Most of them were in swimsuits despite the cool breeze. Sitting in the sun did a lot to push off any chill that might come up. I guess Evan lost patience with my procrastination because he walked up and started helping me undress. He started by pulling on the collar. "C'mon I want to catch up with Mickey." And with another of his diabolical grins he roughly tugged at the suit, pulling it down over me breasts which sprang free from the confines like flowers from a magician's sleeve. I saw Arnold sit up, craning his neck to see more. I snapped a glare at him, but he only smiled back at me while I let Evan strip me completely, taking no compunction not to touch me or squeeze me wherever the need arose. At one point he dug his hands into the suit, one hand firmly over each cheek. Looking again at Arnold I saw him raising an eyebrow to the tolerance with which I let Evan touch me. When Evan used his leverage to pull the suit down over my hips Arnold raised both eyebrows, his mouth parting slightly as Evan revealed to him the whole of my exposed ample buttocks, firm, pale white, with and adolescent hand planted firmly on each half. Only the thin black strip of cloth that bunched up in a wad on its way up my spine prevented me from revealing to the world what I had already revealed to, and shared with, so many. Lifting up my feet so Evan could pull the suit off completely I saw Arnold's eyes riveted to my crotch area, barely covered by the thin swatch of fabric. Pulling the suit free Evan hefted it and the body board up under his arms and ran off after Mickey. He was so young. A grown woman reduced to serving his every pleasure and he was more interested in boogie boarding. I heard a whistle, and then someone call out. Looking around me I realized that I had caught the attention of a few guys who had been boogie boarding as well, but were now resting on the beach in their tight body suits. They watched, smiling at me while I stood there feeling exposed and unprotected again. I moved over to Arnold and sat down next to him, hoping that his presence would keep any men from wandering over. Not that his presence was welcome, just his affiliation with my brother felt safer than standing alone in that skimpy suit would have. Arnold scooted over a bit, positioning himself so he would be facing me slightly. "You look nice." He said, but I already knew what he thought. He hadn't even looked up from my juggling boobs only half covered to tell me. He went on, "You should dress down more often." I glared at him, frowning. "I didn't mean it like that." He said, laughing out loud. "I just meant that you're always so embarrassed to show any skin." His eyes were peering under my bent knees pulled tightly together to look at the crotch of the suit half buried in the sand which spread around my cheeks with a warm scratchy embrace. He looked up smiling, "I mean other girls do it." I snapped back, "Why is it okay? Why should I have to show my body to any man who wants to look just because other girls do it?" He used the opportunity to look me over. I could see him shift his position, trying to hide his growing erection. Jesus Christ, even without touching me I was again being used as a sex object. He leaned forward, and reaching a finger out in a pointing gesture leveled it at one of my breasts. "You've got a tear," he said. I looked down, just in time to see the suit ripping where my breasts pushed out the most. Right where, to my horror, my erect nipple was sticking out, its half inch protruding. His finger didn't stop though. Maybe he thought that Evans groping meant that I was a lot more liberal about physical contact than I had led him to believe, or maybe he was so taken aback by my partial nudity that he lost sense of our boundaries. Either way his finger stuck in and hooked the torn portion. I could feel the threads ripping further as his knuckle ground into my nipple, swollen from the cold water. I sat there, my legs spread around him as I had shifted position to look at myself while his single warm finger sent tingling waves of heat into my cold nipple, knots into my tummy, and a familiar buzzing glow into my groin. "Don't!" I barked. He looked up at my face, pale and nervous. He yanked his finger out, another rapid fire thumping as thread ripped further and snatched his hand away. We both stared at each other in shock at what he had done. I was infuriated at the sensation he had caused me, inadvertently triggering my learned instincts to become aroused and paralyzed when embarrassed. I was also concerned that he had noticed how long it had taken me to make him move his finger. What if it occurred to him to stick it somewhere else? "I-I'm sorry..." he began to say, then burst out laughing. I looked at myself again, and his finger had caused the tear to be much larger. The whole of my aureoles was revealed now, and I do not have small nipples. The tightness of the suit caused it to jut out, almost comically. If Arnold had ever wondered what my nipples were like, and I was sure he had, he now knew. I covered it with one hand, "Give me your shirt!" I snapped. But he shook his head. "In this sun I'd get heatstroke and fry in five minutes." I grimaced at the lie and the laughing man in front of me, his gaze wandering freely over my body again, "I just need it to get to the car." Arnold was staring at my crotch again. I knew that it showed a lot, but the seam which ran right down the middle to accommodate the pink swatch was also straining. I could see my pale white skin through the threads. I became terrified that I would burst right out of the suit at any moment. But I also knew that was ludicrous. The suit would have torn up inside the body glove. I had only to get to the car so I could cover myself up and end this nightmare once and for all. Arnold placed his hand on my thigh, again exhibiting the boldness that must have come from watching Evan undress me. I started to grab his hand, but when he pulled my leg so it was further spread from the other one I froze, my hand holding his, and looked at what he was seeing. The joining of the crotch, a short seam only a couple inches long had split entirely. It was only held in place by two thick threads that had made up the almost invisible hem of the suits legs. Arnold shifted his hand further up my thigh and leaned in for a closer look at my bald, smooth labia spreading under the pressure of my position and the tight suit. The pink meat of my inner lips was sticking out. I was, of course, glistening with moisture. Most of it was from the sea, but neither I nor Arnold could avoid the unmistakable scent of a woman. His hand was only a few inches from my exposed sex. He was using my predicament to cop a few cheap feels, not to mention to have license to gawk with impunity. It was only his lack of overtness that kept me from exploding in his face. Overall he remained no more obvious than a casual boyfriend might be with his girlfriend. Most people were too far away to notice what were actually small tears in my suit and I realized that if I made a scene I would not only be half naked, but I would reveal the other half in the act. Catching another strong whiff of myself I hoped that Arnold would assume that my scent was only the normal odor of a woman, rather than the lubricating emissions of a woman's overused vagina. "Arnold," I murmured quietly at him, leaning over to speak into his ear, "Please move your hand." But his finger was on the prowl again, this time over the edge of the suit where it ran down my tummy into my exposed sex. "I'm just checking for more tears," he said, as if he was doing me a favor as he ran his fingers under the fabric, just a few inches above my exposed lips. I wanted to sit down on them, to hide them from his studious gaze, but the thought of grinding my sex into the sand sounded horribly painful. "Arnold this isn't helping," I said. His finger ran up and down sending shivers through me, each touch pinching a nervous knot in my stomach which I sucked in with all my might to lessen the intensity. This served only to pull my hips up higher, and I watched, gasping and panting as he went lower and lower. "Arnold please, this isn't the place for this?" He looked up suddenly, watching me pant. He looked at my flushed chest, my erect nipples sticking up, even the one that wasn't exposed was plainly visible. He looked down again at my glistening labia, my hips swishing around in the sand as he moved his finger. I looked at the pole in his shorts and knew what he was thinking. He was thinking that he had somehow magically gotten me so turned on that I was heaving and panting from pleasure, not the terror of being exposed in front of dozens of people. Certainly not the discomfort of having my fiancé's best friend taking advantage of me while I was scared and wouldn't be able to scream, or smack him. He was still groping me with his fingers as he scooted around and put his arm around me, his hand falling to rest on my utterly bare hipbone. "It's okay," he said. "When Evan gets back we'll get you into the suit quickly. Until then, if anyone comes by, I'll cover you up." I didn't know whether he thought he was being comforting or if he was now thinking that I would enjoy the chance for a little fooling around. Maybe he thought in his ignorant male way that he was getting me off, and thus keeping my mind off my situation. As if to illustrate, one of the boys who had whistled at me was walking in our direction. Arnold grabbed my breast with his free hand, and to my shock and sheer terror, plunged the other between my legs. His warm hand a defacto patch for my exposed lips. I felt his dry touch sliding against my ever more moist lips as the boy walked past. He watched with some amazement at me as I sat there submitting to Arnold's crude groping. I realized I was staring, and turned away to find Arnold's face right next to mine, his wiry whiskers tickling my lips and nose. "Is this really necessary?" I demanded. "Well did you want him to see you?" he replied, his fingers now squeezing at my nipples, his other hand stroking me very softly. "You've been waiting for a chance like this for a long time haven't you?" He looked at me as if he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, then regaining his composure resumed his stroking, "Well how else would you explain to them why my hand is where it is?" I could feel one finger probing further than I thought he would have dared, even at this point. My mouth fell open, but I realized again that he was just making it up as he went along. Another person, this one an older man with his wife and daughter were heading straight towards us. It would only be a few seconds, so rather than try to sort it out with Arnold I found myself kissing him, hoping he had seen the couple as well. My only hope was that they would not notice the state I was in, or Arnold's odd hand placement and that they would find a place far away from us young "lovers." I wrapped my closer arm over his waist, leaning into him as he continued to squeeze and now poke at me, his uncut nails stabbing painfully into my tender skin. He kissed me bag with growing passion, his hand tucking itself under my suit to explore my breast further, I could hear the tearing. I opened my eyes, hoping that the couple were gone, but they were only a few yards closer to us. The stabbing in my crotch was getting painful as Arnold moved his hungry fingers around, but I could find no means to stop him just yet. "A little higher," I whispered as we kissed. Arnold didn't need directions, he had just needed permission, and he wasted no time plunging one, then two, then three of his fingers into me, making me gasp. Struggling hard not to cry out I kissed Arnold with growing ferocity, biting his lips, my hand strayed to his cock and I grabbed it, squeezing it with all my force but he only moaned, and responded by pushing harder and harder into my dripping hole. The pain was intense, it was growing worse than the scratching had been. I pulled my mouth away and looked up, shoving his hand out of me with a great sigh of relief. Looking around I saw the family moving away down the beach, the man looking over his shoulder at me with distaste. Looking around us I saw a lot of people with similar expressions. What had meant to be an act of concealment had made exhibitionists out of both of us. Of course he was still dressed, and I was wearing tattered rags. He probably didn't mind the mishap a bit. It was that whole slut-stud double standard by which men who sleep around are lauded and praised, but women who do are defiled and vilified. The tear over my nipple ran down the length of my suit, ending right above Arnold's hand which hovered "protectively close to my exposed sex, now wholly so as Arnold's eager probing had ripped the last two shreds of dignity I had left. His other hand still cradled my breast, though it seemed to have lost all pretense of coverage. I squeezed Arnold's penis, it's long and thick shaft surprising me with its bulk, "Arnold do you like what I'm doing to you?" He said 'yeah,' and leaned back into me, trying to kiss me again, his hand going back to caress my womanhood. I put my free hand up in front of his mouth, letting his stoke and grope me. The shape of his penis made me wonder momentarily what he tasted like. I moved my hand down a little until I had a testicle. Arnold gasped. "Arnold," I said. "Yes," he groaned. "If you don't give me your shirt I'm taking this instead. He followed me up the hill, apologizing profusely, saying it was all a misunderstanding, that he hadn't seen any family of three, and begging me not to tell Mickey. He was right behind me the whole way, a few steps lower on the rocky trail up to the car park. I knew he had a ripe view of my loins the whole way up in spite of the low hanging T-shirt, but I didn't care much. It really didn't matter. I remember thinking at that point that it would be better to just get it over with and to show the whole world. Looking down the hill to the people frolicking on the beach I wondered about Mickey, and if I would ever willingly let a man have sex with me again. I knew right then that my situation with Evan was moot. I would have to leave Mickey. I stared out at the ocean for a long time trying to discern his body from the innumerable bodies in the water, but shortly gave up. Reaching the car I extracted the key Mickey keeps hidden under a fender and opened the back door. Inside the car was a bag with, wonder of wonders a fresh change of clothes. I turned to Arnold, scanning the area as I did it. There were some sightseers, light traffic, and a lot of people below us on the beach. I tore off the T-shirt, throwing it at Arnold. He frantically pulled it on, his reddening chest proving that his assertion earlier had been no lie. He was extremely sensitive to the sun. I had one breast hanging out, the torn crotch meant that the suit hardly came down to my navel, and with one brutal yank I tore at the suit, peeling it away from my body as Arnold stared in wonder and amazement. The sleeves were holding out against my best efforts, and still looking at Arnold I said, "What are you doing just standing there?" He snapped from his reverie, grabbed a shoulder strap and yanked hard, pulling on my but succeeding in ripping the last shreds of the suit from my body. Totally naked in public once again I climbed into the car. I laid out on my back and lifted up one leg exposing some space on the seat. Looking back up at Arnold who stood still holding the remains of my swimsuit dumbfounded I repeated myself, "What are you waiting for." Arnold took a moment, looked around us, but deciding it was worth the risk pushed his baggy shorts down enough to expose his penis and climbed inside the car. He lasted only minutes, but his eager thrusting filled me up utterly, spreading me wide, forcing me to arch and buck to accommodate his girth and length. Pumping his semen inside me he cried out my name, telling me how much he'd always wanted me, telling me that to him I was the only woman in the world. That I was the only woman he'd ever loved. Some tiny, very small part of me was glad that I'd gotten to give this to him since I told myself then that it would be the last time a man ever had sex with me. I gave him a few minutes then made him get off of me and stand watch as I got dressed, this time thankfully in a pair of slacks. Mickey and Evan took a long time in returning, but I refused to leave the car. Arnold didn't mind waiting, and my curiosity getting the better of me, I discovered that he too had a slightly sweet flavor, with almost no trace of the smell of bleach. He didn't try making any more passes at me, and oddly enough I realized that he wasn't staring at my breasts when he looked at me, but deeply into my eyes. Poor sap. *** In the months that followed he came over to my apartment a lot. He had stopped spending time with Mickey after I broke it off with him, and started dressing in black, presumably to impress me. I would usually take the time to give him a blow job, sometimes I'd even let him undress me and run his hands over me, fingering me to an orgasm as I bucked and gasped. But I never let him sleep with me. He sported the money for my abortion, thinking that it was his fault. Who knows, it might have been his, but I appreciated the gesture all the same. We never got too close. He wanted to be closer, but I would always stop him when the conversation strayed into territory I was uncomfortable with. Usually by going down on him or stripping myself. Sometimes when he persisted I would finger myself until he took over, letting him make the world go away in the wake of a violent orgasm or a mouthful of jizz. When things got too rough, and Arnold wasn't around I would drive over to Mickey's parent's house, knock on Evan's window, and get my escape from him. I taught him everything about loving a woman, giving him a lot of what I wouldn't give to Arnold. But Evan had a world of his own, and though he always wanted my body, and he always took it -sometimes making me call in sick for him at school, or play his big sister to get him out of classes- but he rebuffed me just as often, never wanting to spend time after he had cum. I even gave him my sex, letting him use me as he wanted to, putting his semen inside me. But as before he would lose interest when he came. He lost interest in making me cum and sometimes would rebuff me completely. There were times, when his parents were asleep and we had just made love in his bedroom at home, he would throw me out naked, leaving me to get dressed in the cold night. Once I had left my dress inside, and had to drive home naked. Getting home to find a late night party going on. Climbing in through my bedroom window to find a couple having sex in my bed. One day I went to Evan's school wearing only shoes and a dress. A button down number that went to mid thigh, showing a lot of chest and shoulder. I went pretending that I had to bring Evan some books that he had forgotten and called for, but arrived at lunch when no one noticed. Well, a lot of students noticed, and I was whistled at a lot. I was even goosed a couple times, but I knew I couldn't respond, otherwise I'd make a scene. I found Evan where he had told me to meet him, on a flight of wooden stairs that led down to a creek behind the school. He had a bunch of buddies with him, all boys, all his age. For Evan's attention, for his pleasure I let him command me to take the dress off in front of everyone, and taking Evan inside me first, I let every one of the boys have me, giving them what I had given those skaters in Santa Cruz: The time of their lives. They were all geeky young boys, like Evan, and like Evan I was probably the only chance they had ever had to be with a woman. And thusly I wrapped my arms around them, kissed them deeply, and told them how wonderful they were, just like I had in Santa Cruz. Only this was my home town. I got to see them again, when Evan would have me come over and I found myself doing three, maybe four kids a night. Sometimes they would see me around town, and I would let them have me in a bathroom or the back of my car. And then they introduced me to their friends... No... None of that happened. That was just the story I told the counselor at the hospital after I'd tried to kill myself. Evan tried to force himself on me one night and that was the last I had ever seen of him. I wouldn't give into him, but he refused to see me after that, unless I'd put out. I missed him so much that I ate a bunch of pills rather than have to deal with the pain or having to let a man use me again. I tried to kill myself over a thirteen year old boy. Pathetic hardly begins to describe it. Six months after that painful day I finally got some help. Arnold was really supportive, though I still won't sleep with him. He's grown up into quite a striking young man and gotten wholeheartedly into the gothic scene. Though I still can't call him my boyfriend we've been around each other all this time, and he's the only man I will let near me. When I told him the whole story he almost had a breakdown, knowing that he had been a part of the worst day of my life. But he came back after a few weeks, and though we are still lovers (though we never have sex) he and I are more like brother and sister. I never saw Mickey again. Fini ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 48