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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?

Part4

When the moment was right I didn't hesitate.
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 puptent 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 daughters 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 come, 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 come inside me, put it in my
mouth, please."
But he was already coming, 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 said, "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 boys 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 laid 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 thrusting 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 Charly'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
beggin, 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 noticable. 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." And 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

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