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Goth's Not Slut (my day at the beach)
By: she-cries (she-cries@hotmail.com)
M+F mmmF nc/rape/humil/exhib/?inter-ws?

Part 3
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 flow 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
who's 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 wet 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 given 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 is wrong."
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 something." 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 at the end of 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 one I saw
a couple of guys sitting up and staring. 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 flighting
moments 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 mans 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 afterplay, 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 mans 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 days 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 jetstream 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 boys 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 bums 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 try 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?" 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 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 it."
"Why's he rub it?"
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 boys
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 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. -
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.

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