So, I sit here staring at my Italian sub while the food court teems with people. It's funny, how one tenth of a percent can change your whole life. I mean, it's such a small thing, not even a half, less than a quarter. A measly one tenth. That's what stands between me and getting off this damn rock. Hey, I may be a born loser, but I am not stupid. I've got the IQ to prove it too. I'm going to be here when the damn Swarm show up and they'll probably go, "HEY, there's a nice fat one, lets eat him first."

I know I'm fat, my mom always said big boned, but it means the same thing. I'm overweight, obese, a fatty. Hey, I was 200lbs on my 13th birthday. How's that strike you? Yeah, I know what you're thinking, damn look at that fat ass. Well, you'd be right. Who's going to want to pick a 14 year old fat ass boy as their fucking concubine?

I pick up the plastic card that sealed my fate. Seriously, like I asked the fucking guidance counselor, what chance does a 14 year old 5'10" 225lb kid, with no friends and no parents have? None, nada, zip, zilch, zero. Any way you say it, it all adds up to "absolutely no fucking way."

I pick up the sandwich I had paid hard earned money for and toss it in the trash. Why eat, I'm not going to live long anyway. I already have a plan. I'm kind of sorry to not be able to stick around and see the results. Hell, it is going to be spectacular. I wondered how many days the story will make it on the front page before someone else does something even more spectacular.

I guess you could say that I'm being used. But I don't know if that's true either. See, the way I see it, I'm using them. The fact that they'll survive and I won't is beside the point. You see, I want to die. Yep, it's true. I want to die. I have no reason to go on living and no one will miss me.

My foster parents? Yeah right. They'll be happy I'm not eating everything in sight, and they'll probably hope that no one at DCFS catches on so they can keep cashing the check I generate every month. Friends, who would want to be my friend? I move so much, thanks to DCFS, that making friends is a no win proposition. Now I just keep everybody away, be an asshole, or what ever works. I've lost too many friends already, I don't need any more.

I found these guys I'm helping out on the web, where I do have a few friends. They might notice I haven't posted to the blog today, but hey, they'll forget all about me in a week. I've seen it happen. So it's all going to happen because of one tenth of a percent. Kind of ironic I think.

What brought my score down? What caused me to be here, now, with several strategically placed containers full of various household chemicals in just the right proportions ready for the pressure of one tenth of a pound?

See, there's that number again. One tenth. It keeps popping up. That's how I knew what I was planning was right, how I knew I was ordained for this task. It's also how much pressure I need on the button of the transmitter in my coat pocket. I stand next to the trash can; I can see the men they told me to watch for. Three just came through the door and four more are standing in the hall that leads to the mall proper. Mall proper? There's nothing proper about a mall...

I digress; I'm here for a purpose. The trash I threw into each can spaced generously around the room has been carefully measured. The faux granite will become shrapnel, tearing through the fucking bodies of those perfect people who are good enough to make it off this rock. Well, I'm not good enough, so I'll show them.

One fucking tenth of one fucking percent. What a fucking joke. It's my self esteem. No fucking shit. I have a self esteem issue. Who would have thought it? I mean, being called fat ass from the day I was born has nothing to do with it.

I know I'm fat. No one needs to say it. I wonder what will be the last thing to go through Miss Cindy "I have a 7.8 AND I'm a gorgeous cheerleader" Thomas's mind when I use my one tenth. Will it be a fork perhaps?

They're starting now; I stay where I'm at, no need to strip off and join the desperate men and boys trying to get the attention of the six women who get to take some man -- or men -- with them. They don't even see me. I'm just the pathetic fat kid leaning against the wall. Any minute now, I'll exercise my one tenth...

I can wait for a few minutes; Hell, I've never seen so many naked women in one spot before. Hell, who am I kidding, I've never seen ONE naked woman before, well, not in the flesh anyway. Jesus, that bitch is hot; she's got the best tits in the room by far and her ass looks mighty fine too. Well, maybe not the best, Cindy has a fine rack too. I reach into my pocket; it's almost time. Just let them get into it a little more, and then push...

Suddenly Cindy is standing in front of me. Here it comes, she's going to say something witty and scathing to me. I tense, my finger caressing the raised button. That's when I'll do it. Her mouth is opening, here it comes Cindy. I'm going out with a fucking bang.

"Steve, I heard about your score -- I'm sorry, I know how much you were counting on doing well." Oh yeah, here it comes, my finger begins moving, slowly, so slowly.

"Look, I want to say I'm sorry for what happened the other day. I didn't know Josh was going to do that to you, I swear. That was mean and uncalled for." Her lips have stopped moving, I wait, I can't push it yet, she's setting me up for the big put down. She's waiting -- she wants a response. I shrug. She accepts this, prattling on.

"Anyway, Josh had his chance at me and he's out. Even now, when I told him he had to finally make me come, what's he do? Bend me over, pump a load in me in thirty seconds flat and smiles like he's the king of the mountain. Stupid fuck. Would it have hurt him to lick my pussy once, just once?" She does not want a response, my fingers getting twitchy; this could take a while -- should I push it now? No, I'll wait. I just hope the bitch hurries up.

"One of the older ladies saw what happened and told me to dump him. I realized I could, you know. Oh he didn't like that but one of the Marines touched him on the neck with something and he passed out. Then the lady said I should find someone I like, someone I can talk to. I can make them look like what ever I want, so looks aren't a problem. And she suggested finding someone who doesn't have a lot of experience and who is willing to learn. I thought of you Steve. I mean, I've always been able to talk to you."

What the fuck is she saying? She's never said a word to me in her life. Oh, she knows who I am; she's stood around and watched while that jock boyfriend of hers tortured me on a daily basis. Tripping me in the lunch room Tuesday was nothing compared to some of the other shit he's done. But she likes me and can talk to me? Oh boy, does she think I'm going to fall for that. Here it comes now, the major slam.

"You don't know what I'm talking about do you?" No shit bitch -- otherwise I wouldn't be standing here with a 'what the fuck' look on my face. Now get on with it, I don't have much time. The shit I mixed up goes dormant after four hours, and it's been three and a half.

"Steve, I'm cheergirl85," she says. I know I have a dumb look on my face, I can't help it.

"No fucking way." Great, my first words in person to the girl I've worshiped for like the last two months and I say that.

"It's true Steve, I know your fatman84. I figured it out, it wasn't hard when you would talk about the things Josh did to you and what not. I wanted to tell you earlier, but I just couldn't. I know I should have, and I should have stopped Josh, but I didn't. I don't have any excuse either. Can you forgive me?"

"Um yeah, no problem Cindy." Hopefully she'll pull the punch line soon. I look around for Josh. Well, there he his, in a heap on the floor. Maybe... Naw, she can't be serious can she?

"Anyway, what I want to know is if you'll come along with me and be my concubine. Well, you might be technically, but I'll never make you do anything you don't want. I'll even let you have the final say on the rest of the girls. Right now I've got Sherry, Mandy, and Staci. But if you don't like any of them, or would object to fucking them, let me know and we can pick someone else."

"Cindy, I'm sorry if I seem a little dense, it's just that I'm kind of in shock here. Let me get this straight. You get four concubines. You've already chosen three of the hottest girls in school -- after you that is -- and you want me to go along?" Cindy is nodding her head. Fuck, this has got to be a dream right? "You say I can veto any or all of your picks?" Again, the nodding. "And I will HAVE to have sex with them and you on a regular basis?"

"As often as you can," Cindy says with a smile.

Now I really don't know what to say. I mean if she's serious, this is like the luckiest day of my life. If it's a joke, a big elaborate make fun of the fat kid joke, well hell, that's what I've been waiting for.

Shit, she's gotten tired of waiting for an answer....

"Uh Cindy, what are you doing?" Hey, I'm kind of new to having a hot chick hit on me. Give me a break.

"What's it look like silly?" she giggles. She's got my pants undone now, I hear the zipper, yep there they go.

"God damn Steve, why didn't you say you were hung like a horse?"

Shit, here I stand with my pants around my ankles and she's calling three of the four hottest girls in the school over here. Oh shit, if she doesn't stop that I'm going to cum.

"Cindy." She catches the warning tone in my voice and stops, just in time too.

"Not yet Steve, just a minute, I want the others to see this."

Oh they're seeing it alright. I hope their shocked looks aren't of the bad variety.

"Jesus, Steve, if we knew we would have made you the happiest boy in school." That's Sherry, the red head. God she looks even better naked than I imagined. And Mandy, fuck, she's totally shaved -- I find that so hot. And Staci, oh my fucking God! I'm going to come and no one is touching me. Her nipples must be two inches long -- no wonder they were always poking through her shirts at school!

"Ok Steve, I'm going to finish you off," Cindy says. Oh fuck, that's her mouth. I say her name once and now it's too late. Shit, she's still sucking me. Fuck I'm coming like I've never come before! God, I need to sit down. Oh shit, that feels so good.

"Damn Steve, you must have been saving that up for a while. Hey, you're still hard." Cindy starts stroking me again; she's right -- I am.

"Must be the beautiful scenery," I gasp out.

"Holy shit," I hear someone say. I look up to see an older version of Cindy standing beside her. "Hey there stud, I'm Megan, Cindy's sister." She looks down at my crotch where Cindy still kneels, stroking my hard shaft.

"Just how big is that thing anyway?" she asks.

"Eight inches long, five and a half around," I groan out. Damn, that's really feeling good, and the adoring look in Cindy's eyes, like she just won the lottery or something, just about triggers another load. I don't know how much more I can take.

"Cindy," Megan speaks up from where she still stands at my shoulder. "I've got my girl picked out but was looking for a male. If you're willing to share yours, I'll be able to take another girl." We wait for Cindy to think it over. Hell, she's looking at me, her head cocked. She wants my opinion? I shrug, hey its fine by me. Cindy nods and Megan turns to me.

"Would you like to help me pick out another girl?" I shrug, I mean, I'm still recovering from my first blowjob, and the most beautiful girl in our school is on her knees in front of me jacking me off. Hell, can life get any better?

"Megan, what about my sister?" A blonde standing to the side asks the question. She's nude, about 5'10", nice curves and a small strip of light colored curly hair sitting above a shaved snatch. She doesn't seem bothered by her nudity, just chews her lip as she waits for Megan's reply.

"Linda, I'm just not sure about taking her," Megan says softly. "I mean, I like guys and girls, and I like watching other people have sex, what would you do if I asked you to go down on your sister? Could you do it, I mean, could you eat your sister out?"

"Oh God, Megan please, I'll do it. I just don't want her to get left behind, I mean, she's my sister and if that's what it takes, I'll do it." The blonde was going to worry a hole in her lip if she kept it up, but Megan seemed to relent.

"Go get her and bring her over here." Megan turns to us as Linda hurries away. "I don't know Cindy, what do you think -- should I take sisters? I mean, it would be incest wouldn't it?"

"Yeah, but I don't think shit like that matters anymore," I speak up. "I overheard one of the Marines talking to a guy who was taking his wife and daughter. The Marine pointed out that the guy would have to get his daughter pregnant, and he and his wife seemed ok with it. Besides, it's not like they can have kids together or anything, right."

"Come on Megan," Cindy smirks, "you can't really expect me to believe that the thought of those two going at it doesn't get you all wet." She eyes her older sister speculatively. "I seem to remember a couple other sisters getting personal when they were younger."

Shit, did she just say that she and Megan... damn, now that's hot! I have this picture in my head and then I turn, holy hotness Batman, they're twins. Linda, at least I assume she's in the lead, comes running back up leading a carbon copy of her.

"Megan, this is Lisa, my sister," Linda turns to her twin, pointing to Megan and Cindy as she introduces them. "Lisa, Megan is my sponsor, I asked her about taking you too and she was worried about how we would react if she asked us to, well, you know..."

Lisa gets a gleam in her eye and drops to her knees, her arms sliding between Linda's thighs. Linda seems in shock but spreads her feet as her sister forces her thighs apart. We all watch as Lisa leans forward and slowly, lovingly licks the length of her sister's shaven lips.

While Lisa's tongue plays between Linda's lips Cindy, who had absent mindedly been stroking me, moans and her hand speeds up. I groan and she tears her eyes from the scene before her to look up at me. She smiles, slowing her pace once more.

"Not yet Steve! Oh God I can't wait until you learn some control." She sees my shame at my hair trigger and smiles gently. "Don't worry about it stud, it takes practice, and I imagine all your senses are kind of overwhelmed right now. Would you like me to suck you again, or do you want to cum in me?"

Me, have sex with Cindy, the hottest girl on the face of the planet? I think she sees the answer in my eyes for she stands, climbs onto a nearby table and spreads her legs. I shuffle to her, my pants still around my ankles, taking in the slice of heaven before me.

Her sex is wet, glistening in the light and I notice a dry iridescent crustiness on her thigh. I remember her comment about Josh and stop. She sees my hesitation, her eyes narrow slightly. God, I want to taste her so bad; I don't want to be like him -- I mean, what if she changes her mind about taking me?

I also don't want to lick her after Josh has come in there -- I mean, yuck. I do the only thing I can think of and reach out tenuously, my fingers lightly stroking her wet lips. She is shaved, all but a little patch, and my fingers slip across her smooth wet lips.

She is smiling now, watching my face as I explore gently with my fingers. My thumb slips between her lips, oh god she feels so good, I trace the slit upward, jerking back a little when she gasps.

"Oh Steve, don't stop, that feels good." Cindy reaches down, spreads her lips and gently rubs the top of her slit. "That's my clit, rub it just like this," she says, demonstrating what she wants. I nod, following her directions and watching her face for approval.

She is panting, looking from me to where Lisa is still pleasuring her sister. Linda has a hand on the back of her head, and although Lisa's back is to us and we can't see her face, it's still a big turn on.

"Steve, turn your hand over and stick two fingers in me," Cindy pants. It takes me a second to realize what she wants and she grabs my wrist, turns my hand palm up and smashes it against her pussy. Her hips are rocking back and forth and my middle finger seems to have a mind of its own as it parts her lips and slips inside.

I catch on fast, my ring finger joins its mate and they slide in, bringing my palm against her wet lips. Her hips rock, thrusting her pussy tighter against my hand, and she groans.

"Your thumb, use your thumb." I comply, finding the hard button of her clit and tracing circles around it, just like she showed me before. He eyes have locked with mine and I can see her straining, every muscle in her body quivering.

Her hips are really going now and my hand almost slips from her. I squeeze a little and she cries out, cries of encouragement. Keeping the pressure on I watch in fascination as she humps my fingers. Her tits are bouncing and I reach up, sliding my hand under her t-shirt to capture one of them, exploring and fondling at the same time.

Cindy's groan when I pinch her nipple starts low in her throat and I am amused a girl could make such a noise. I reveal in the power I seem to have over her body as my fingers buried in her slick wetness brush across a hard spot deep in her.

I have done extensive reading on the internet about sex, hoping to be ready for my first time. I think I know what I have found and begin rubbing that spot hard. Cindy's eyes and mouth pop open in surprise and her body tenses. Her head snaps back against the hard table top as her body arches, breaking our gaze.

Her scream fills the room, turning heads as she comes, her juices spraying my hands and thighs as her contortions cause her hips to slide over the edge of the table, my hand and legs the only thing keeping her from falling. I continue rubbing until she jerks herself away, her knuckles white where she grips the edge of the table.

She is staring at me in disbelief, her eyes still wide as she pants for breath. "Jesus fucking Christ, what did you do to me?" A shiver courses through her body, her muscles trembling.

"I think I found your G-spot," I say, shrugging.

"You think!! Damn Steve, where did you learn to do that?" Megan asks.

"The internet," I reply, smiling. Damn, my wrist hurts but its cool having women fawn on me, and making her come like that was all me -- I did that. Now if that's not a self esteem boost, I don't know what is!

Cindy is relaxing, her breathing slowing as she pulls her ass back onto the table. She makes a come here gesture and I step forward. Her hand grabs me and guides me to her wet hole. She's tight, tighter than I think she would be considering her reputation.

"Easy baby, don't shove it in all at once." She puts a hand on by stomach, pushing slightly and I stop. "I may have had a lot of guys but you're the biggest I've ever seen. Let me get used to you."

I wait; no way I want to screw this up now. Finally she moves her hand back a little and nods and I push slowly, watching her face. I think were both a little surprised when I hit bottom as our pubic bones meet.

She has me wait again for a moment, and I do, not minding at all. There's nothing like the feeling I'm experiencing. She's hot, and wet, and tight, oh so tight. Then she tells me to move slowly and I do, realizing that's the best I've ever felt.

I lock eyes with Cindy, letting her guide me, as I begin pumping. I pick up the pace a little at her urging and suddenly her warm tunnel clamps down on me like a vise. I can feel her muscles rippling and she groans. I'm surprised when I realize she's coming again.

I'm also shocked I haven't come yet and suddenly it's like my nuts decided to wake up and I can feel it starting. I grunt, my hips take on a rhythm all their own. My instincts have taken over and Cindy and I are along for the ride as I begin pounding into her.

I cum hard, holding her hips and powering into her one last time. I feel her muscles rippling; she's milking me with her internal muscles, smiling up at me. My knees feel weak, I'm can't breathe, my heart's trying to leap out of my chest and I've never felt better in my life!

"Wow!! That was incredible," Cindy gushes, wrapping her arms around me as I lay on her chest, trying to hold my weight up with arms of rubber. "Megan, you're going to love this thing," she says, squeezing me with her muscles.

I can finally rise, staggering when I forget my pants have me hobbled. Megan and Staci grab me and guide me around, I plop into a chair, dazed. I realize something else is going on and see Mandy kneeling between Cindy's legs. I feel hands on my thighs and look down to see Sherry taking my limp dick in her fingers as her head descends toward my crotch.

I must blank out for a minute, sensory overload or something, because the next thing I know Cindy is on her feet and I realize everyone except Sherry is standing around watching me. I'm getting a pleasant warm wet feeling from my crotch and realize Sherry is still sucking on me and I'm getting hard again.

"Sherry honey, you can have all of it you want when we get on the ship," Cindy says, pulling on the girls shoulder. We both protest but Sherry stands, smiling at me as I get up, pulling up my pants.

Cindy and Megan lead us to one of the Marines, the one guarding the transporter. I wait happily for my turn, eager to start my new life. Hey, being the sex toy for eight sex starved females might sound like a good time, but.... Oh, hell, who am I kidding, it's gonna be great!

Oh, that button; I toss the now useless thing in the trash. I feel a little guilty about what I almost did, and elated that things turned out like they did. Hey, sometimes even a loser gets lucky! I did.