Cuckolding The Married Man Ch.1

Cuckolding The Married Man Ch.1 [part 1 of 4]
By: DG Hear (dghear@columbus.rr.com)

Cuckolding: The Married Man Ch. 01 by DG Hear

To the readers: This is one of my first stories that I submitted to another site and had it re-editing here for Erotic Stories. I will post a chapter each day. Hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 1: I read story after story about cuckolding, and can't get over it. What is the matter with these guys? Their wives are using them just to gain sexual satisfaction and they for some reason can't see it. They think the wives are doing it for them. What a crock of shit.

I'm writing this story from a little apartment where I now live by myself. I am mainly writing this story to warn husbands about cuckolding and being a wimp.

My story begins many years ago when I first met Mary. We were both young back then when we began dating. We had so much fun together. As far as I know she was a virgin before meeting me. I on the other hand had a couple of sexual experiences. After dating for over a year she became pregnant. We really loved each other and got married and had a good sex life. In our younger days we couldn't get enough of each other. We tried just about every sexual position that we could think up.

Some we liked, some we didn't much care for. We watched porno tapes together and it really turned us on. We had a lot of close friends but we would never swing or cheat on one another. About the closest we every got was, after some of the parties, we would make love in one room while our friends did it in another. I never watched my friends fuck their wives. Not that I didn't want to but if I watched them then they would probably want to watch Mary and me, and I really didn't want that. I never liked the payback idea.

As far as I know they might have watched us but I really didn't want them telling me they saw my wife's personal parts; it's just not my bag. At some of the parties when we got a little drunk I know I grabbed a few asses and boobs, especially in the pools. I'm sure that Mary was felt up a few times too but never mentioned it to me, knowing I wouldn't like it. If things ever went too far with Mary I know she would take care of the situation. She was a strong woman.

She was and still is a good looking woman. I love for guys to admire her but I don't want their hands or any other part of their body touching her. She was my woman and I was her man and almost everyone envied our life.

Years later she was still looking good. Now we had four rug rats, two boys and two girls. We had a great family life, we did a lot of family outings and were close. We were pretty outgoing and still enjoyed our life with and without the kids. At the writing of this story two of our kids were out of the house and on their own. Another was still in college and staying on campus. The youngest was a girl who was a senior in high school who lived at home but was always on the run.

After the kids were born our sex life changed dramatically. It shouldn't be a surprise to anyone with kids. They take up a lot of your time, for a woman most of it. Mary was a really good mother and did all the events. Cub Scouts, Boy Scouts, Girl scouts, Band Parent, football mother, she was really involved in the kids lives. I was pretty involved too, but not quite as much as Mary was.

So I guess you can see why our love life decreased a lot. We still made love but not with as much intensity. We usually kissed a little, had some foreplay and we fucked and usually both came. Nothing really special, but it was still good. Every once in awhile after a special occasion we might get a little more active but nothing out of the ordinary.

After awhile we had fewer parent duties and started to get back into more loving. After being married more then 25 yrs there weren't a lot of new things to try. Also when you start to get older, you get pains. Nothing like a 'Charlie horse' in the middle of an orgasm. I still enjoyed our sex no matter how mundane it was.

We started to relive some of our old fantasies. Remember they are fantasies but we all have them. I remember after a party how I told her every man there wanted to get their hands on her ass. She asked, "Really?" I said, "Of course. I knew they wanted to get in your pants. I could hear them talking about you until I went up to them, then they would clam up and change the subject."

This was standard guy talk. We all do it. We say "Man, I'd like to stick it to her" or "I bet she would be a hell of a fuck." Do we mean it? Sure, of course we do, but we don't do it because we know the consequences of the action. For a five minute fuck we could ruin the rest of our lives. If our wives found out, we would be in divorce court.

What man wouldn't want to have a strange piece of ass now and then? But, are you willing to pay the consequences? That's the big question.

I'm sure women talk similarly. I know I hear them say "He could park his shoes under my bed anytime". I believe they mean it too. Why not; it's just a fantasy. Men don't own fantasy land. I am a guy but I know they must get hot under the panties also. But again, are they willing to pay the consequences? I believe that's why there are so many divorces. Too many take the chance. The men think with their dick and the women with their pussies. It might sound vulgar but that's what I believe. Everyone is tempted in the real world; it's how you deal with that temptation that counts.

Back to our love making, Mary looked at me and I asked, "Does that make you hot knowing other men want you?" It's funny how people seem to tell the truth when their defenses are down.

She said, "God, it's going to make me cum." And cum she did. When she came, it made me hotter too and I gave her a hell of a load. Damn, it was good.

During our lovemaking we talked more and more about fantasies. Fantasies are good, as long as you don't live them out; then they become problems. Our fantasies included group sex, black men, black women, wild parties, getting stoned, anything and everything. They were fantasies and they made us hot. It was like saying you wanted to fuck every good looking female movie star, and she could fuck every male movie star of her dreams. It was fantasies and made us hot. I didn't want her fucking any movie star any more than the man in the moon. But it made us want each other more.

For me, it made me the man, the macho man. I decided in my fantasy who fucked who. I was the master and she was my slave. Who wouldn't like to have total control of their women? But again this is a fantasy.

In real life, I wanted a loving caring wife whom I could share all my thoughts, likes and dislikes with. I wanted her to be my best friend. My totally trusted friend who was mine and mine alone. After all she was also the mother of my children and I know they wouldn't want to share her with anyone either.

We didn't talk much about our love and fantasy life unless we were in the throes of passion. I did tell her that our fantasies were just that and that I really loved the caring loving wife. She often smiled at me and kissed me.

My 50th birthday was coming up. I knew she was planning something special. After all these years I could see she was acting differently. I wanted to make sure everything was alright so I asked her, "What gives?"

She said, "You know I wanted to surprise you for your birthday."

I said, "You can still surprise me by not telling me what it is. I just wanted to make sure you are alright, seeing you were acting funny."

She said, "I'm fine. When you get home Friday night I'll have a surprise waiting for you. Marie (our youngest daughter) will be spending the night at a friends house. So please don't come home till after your bowling game, at around 9:00 pm.

Man, was I happy. I knew sex was on the way. I could just about cream my jeans thinking about it. Damn, I love that woman. Only three days to wait. She even told me no lovemaking till after her surprise. The way my cock felt it was hard not to masturbate but I wanted the whole effect she was promising me. On Thursday after I got off work she was in the shower. She then dressed up really nice, actually pretty sexy. I asked her was my surprise coming a day early.

She said, "No, I'm going out with June for a couple of hours. Don't wait up for me."

I said, "What?"

She said, "Dan, you do trust me, don't you?

Of course I said I did, I really did trust her.

A little about June: She is one of Mary's best friends. She is a pretty sexy women who had been recently divorced. She had an affair and was caught by her husband. She came home one night and her husband, Roger could see all the evidence of the affair. He never found out who the guy was, so when she wouldn't give the guy's name, Roger walked out on June. She really deserved it. We used to go out with June and Roger often. They were a nice couple. They had two grown up kids also, about the age of ours. We had some really good times together. We were surprised after hearing about the divorce.

Roger was a pretty stand up guy. I talked to him a few times after the affair. He said he still loved her but after cheating on him he just couldn't stay with her any longer. He said she had remorse and regrets but he didn't know if it was because of the cheating or because she got caught. That is always the question, you never seem to know the real answer.

June started to date a little after the divorce. I never knew much about her life even though she talked to Mary pretty often. I just hoped she didn't lead Mary astray. I figured if Mary wanted to tell me anything about June's life that she would trust me with the facts. So I figured nothing was really happening. Anyway tomorrow was going to be my special day, I couldn't wait. I went to bed and don't even know when Mary got home.

After work on Friday I went straight over to the bowling alley. All I could think about all day was my surprise. I was ready; too ready. I bowled about as bad as I ever had. Our team lost all 4 points due to my lousy bowling. The guys looked at me and asked if everything was alright?

I laughed and told them that my wife had a surprise waiting for me when I got home. They all knew Mary and I knew they would love to get in her pants, but like I said the consequences should always be thought about first. They knew if they messed with Mary I would shoot their sorry asses. So of course they all looked at me and said, "You are one lucky bastard." I felt like the King of the World.

It was already 8:30. I couldn't wait any longer, even if she did say 9:00. When I got home the lights were dimmed, the living room was dark except for a little lamp on a side table. The only other light I could see was as I went upstairs to where our bedroom was. Although the door was closed, the light shone from underneath the door.

I couldn't believe it. The time had come as I slowly opened the bedroom door. I suddenly just froze in my tracks, I mean really froze for maybe 10 seconds. On the bed was my beautiful wife Mary totally naked. Between her legs was a big white guy with his cock buried deep in her pussy. On her chest sat a black guy with his cock in her mouth. Then out of the mouth of the white guy came the words, "Hey, you cuckold wimp of a husband, come on over and watch us use the little wife."

Then all of a sudden I just sprang loose. I jumped right into the white guy and knock him right out of my wife and onto the floor. I started beating him as hard as I could. I was a crazed man. I hit and hit this guy till he was a bloody mess on the floor, maybe even unconscious. Then I turned to the black guy and reached for him as he pulled his cock out of my wife's mouth grabbed his pants and headed for the door. I yelled at Mary to call 911 now!

All this action took place in seconds. I reached in the night stand and grabbed my 22 pistol and went after the black dude. I told him, "Stop, you black son of a bitch or I'll shoot your ass". He was headed down the stairs going for the door when I shot his sorry ass, yes, right in the ass. He made it to the door and fell onto the porch. I grabbed his legs and pulled him back into the living room. I wanted him inside my house when the cops came.

I pistol whipped him a couple of times until he started screaming, "Please don't kill me, please don't kill me, she asked for it." I let him have it one more time when two cop cars pulled up..

I couldn't believe how quick the police got there. I never heard of them being that quick.

The cops ran up to my door and told me to drop the gun. I said, "They raped my wife. They raped my wife" as I was half crying.

They said, "You have to drop the gun. We'll take it from here." I began to come back toward normal. I was able to think again. I dropped the gun as the cops put cuffs on me which they said were for safety reasons and would take them off when we were done.

The one cop asked, "Okay, what happened here? I began to tell them that I came home and found the two men raping my wife. One officer came out of the room with my wife, who was a total mess but had put on a robe. She came running to me crying really hard.

The officer that was with her said, "Send for an ambulance quick. There is another guy unconscious up in the bedroom."

My wife was holding me and crying. The cop looked at the black dude when he said, "She asked us here." I went over and kicked the dude in the stomach although the cops pulled me off him. He repeated what he said and added, "That white chick invited us here yesterday. She said it was a surprise for her husband." I instantly became sick. I threw up everything I ate for the last couple of days. The officer went in the bathroom and got a towel to wipe my face.

Comments welcome Thanks for reading my story DG Hear

Nica

Nica
By: Shooter3704 (shooter3704@yahoo.com)

Nica Shooter3704

My name is Nicole and I'm from Brazil. I'm also called Nica, my family nickname. Even though I was born and raised in Rio de Janeiro my parents are both European. I'm living and going to school in this country at the moment. I'm twenty-one years old and I've been told I'm pretty. I know that I'm a little plump at five feet two inches tall, but I have huge boobs and that is more than enough to attract a LOT of guys! I'd like to have a better tan, but my skin is really pale. My face, with large dark brown eyes, is also cute, but with boobs like mine, large 32 G cups, it is just hard for guys to look at my eyes, they do always ?talk to the tits' when around me.

For some bizarre reason I feel compelled to tell my story. A story that started out as just a fantasy. I live off campus in an apartment complex for students. One evening a few months ago I happen to walk passed a ground floor apartment and as I did I glanced in and what I saw made cold chills run all over my body.

Inside in the semi-darkness I saw a couple having sex on the living room floor. She was white and he was black. Although the light was poor I could see them plainly. He was on top of her and I could also see his dick going in and out of her. Through the closed window I could hear her moaning and begging him to fuck her harder. I don't know if that was even possible.

I stood still and watched for several minutes with every instinct screaming at me to not look. Decency required me to avert my eyes and to not be a voyeur, but I didn't move. My feet seemed rooted to the spot. It is quite common to see interracial couples in Brazil, but my parents are very conservative Europeans and don't like the thought of me, their little princess, to date a negro. By the way, Negro is an acceptable word in Brazil. I have seen some of my friends with black guys and it has always had the feeling of ?wrong' in a naughty and exciting way, I admit I had some fantasies about it and now I am seeing it in person!

Standing in the light of a street light, I knew I was plainly visible should either of them look toward the window. Even with that knowledge I stood and watched as the black man serviced the white woman. Watching them I felt my nipples stiffen and grow hard. I could feel moisture forming from deep within my pussy.

While I watched the man repositioned his partner so that she was on her knees, her head facing the window. Now either one of them only had to raise their eyes slightly to see me watching, yet I stayed still and watched. This act of perversion was so unlike me because I'm basically a shy person. It was totally unlike me to intrude on anyone's privacy.

It was a surprise when I realized that my fingers were playing with my nipple while I watched the couple inside. I jerked my hand away, but it returned as if it had a mind of it's own. I looked back inside and saw the young woman looking directly at me. I had been seen! That knowledge shocked me into action and I hurried away from the spectacle, my face flaming red. I hurried on to my own apartment and splashed cold water on my hot face. I was shaking like a leaf from the carnal act I had witnessed. Maybe from being caught, also.

Try as I might, I couldn't get the vision of the interracial couple out of my mind. At night when I closed my eyes to sleep I could see them rutting like animals. I fought the vision for a few nights and gave up and enjoyed it by fingering myself to many orgasms over the next few days.

My apartment is two buildings away from where I witnessed the black and white couple. While I hadn't recognized either of them I made it a point to avoid that building for nearly a week. I even walked two blocks out of my way several times.

It was the following weekend that I had occasion to actually meet the female half of the couple. I was in the laundry doing my weekly wash. I was reading a textbook while my clothes were drying and hadn't seen her come in.

I was only vaguely aware that someone had sat beside me, but I didn't look to see who it might be.

"Hi, did you enjoy the show?" a woman's voice said beside me. For a moment I didn't realize that she was speaking to me.

"Pardon me," I said looking up at her. I recognized her immediately because her lust filled face was imprinted on my mind.

"I asked if you enjoyed the show Monday night," she said smiling at me. "You looked like you did." I wanted to leap to my feet and rush out of the laundry room but I couldn't make my body obey my brain's command. I could feel my face heating rapidly as the blood flowed to it. "Why didn't you come in so you could see better?" I was aware that my mouth was moving but there was no sound from me. "Ike does love an audience," the woman continued. I realized that she wasn't angry at me and I started to relax a little. Not much, but some.

"I'm so sorry," I managed to utter. "I did not mean to spy on you. I was just...."

"Hey, don't worry about it," the woman said laying a hand on my arm. "Like I said, Ike likes to be watched," she laughed , "I suppose I do too or I would have closed the curtains. My name is Jody."

"Hello, Jody. I'm Nicole, Nicole Bokelli. I'm called Nica, and honestly, I usually don't peek in windows." I answered with my voice showing my heavy accent, I have trouble with it when I'm nervous.

"Hey, don't fret about it," the woman said with a laugh. "Maybe I can watch you get it on sometime and we'll be even." I didn't know if she was speaking in jest or not, but her words sent a tingle through my body. I couldn't do that...could I? "Where are you from, Nica?" she asked. I told her that I was from Brazil. "Ah, the land of dark men and hot women. I've seen pictures of the carnival. Hot stuff."

"I suppose so," I muttered. "I never thought about it,"

"Did you like what you saw?" I nodded quickly, my face hot from the embarrassment I felt. My first inclination was to deny it, but that didn't seem like the right thing to do.

"Yeah, I thought you did," Jody said laughing and giving me a friendly punch in the ribs. "You stayed for a long time, didn't you?" Again I nodded my head. "Have you ever fucked a black man?" I shook my head quickly. She laughed at my shyness. "But you have thought about it haven't you?" She didn't wait on my answer. "There's nothing like having a hard black cock in your pussy. Ike isn't the only black man I fuck. I've never met a black cock I didn't like.," she laughed again. "Actually, I never met a cock of any color I didn't like. However, black is my color of choice. Ike is probably my favorite. He can fuck forever."

I knew my face was bright red. I wanted to flee from this crude talking person. I looked around to see if there was anyone close enough to overhear Jody. Fortunately we were the only people in the laundry room.

"Why don't you come over to my place tonight around eight o'clock and see me and Ike up close and personal? We'll have some wine and..."

I didn't answer her. I don't know why, but her suggestion nearly put me into a panic. I muttered something about class, grabbed my clothes, and practically ran out. All that afternoon I told myself over and over again that I wasn't a pervert. That I wasn't a voyeur and that I didn't need to watch someone else have sex to get my thrills. I had boyfriends and if I wanted sex I could have any number of men. Deep down inside I knew I would go to Jody's apartment. No amount of inter-pleading or discussion would change it. I would go and I knew it. ***

I arrived at Jody's apartment a little after eight and rang the bell. I told myself that I was there for the wine she offered. Nothing more than that. I knew I was lieing to myself, but I was comfortable with the lie. The door opened a crack and I saw Jody's eye peering out at me and then the door opened wide.

"I knew you would come," she said grinning at me. "I just knew you would. Come on in and have a seat."

"I followed her into the living room. My eyes went first to the windows and I breathed a sigh of relief. The curtains were closed. Immediately after checking to see if I could be seen, I looked at the man sitting on the sofa. Ike, I assumed. That night I hadn't actually seen much of him except that he was a large man and black.

Ike was, as I said, a large person, tall from what I could tell while he was sitting, and heavy. His head was completely bald and light from the lamp reflected from it. In the better light I saw that in spite of the scars on his face, he was handsome. Maybe not so much handsome as imposing or interesting looking.

I suppose I should describe Jody. She isn't beautiful, but very pretty. Her hair is a dark blonde and short. She is a bit taller than I am. Five foot five or thereabouts. Nice figure by any standard. Her breasts are nowhere as large as mine, but nice. I could see most of her breasts because her shirt was open. Her appearance indicated that she and Ike hadn't waited on me to get started.

"Ike, this is Nica. Nica, this big fellow is Ike," Jody said dropping down close beside Ike. "Make yourself at home, Nica. We were just making out a little. Help yourself to the wine there beside you." I saw the full glass of red wine. Apparently she was more sure of my arrival than I had been. Hands trembling, I managed to take a sip of the wine without spilling it. When I looked back at Jody and Ike they were in a tight embrace.

Ike made short work of Jody's shirt. He shoved it off of her shoulders and grabbed her breast. It was without a doubt the most erotic thing I had even witnessed. Even more erotic than seeing them through the window. His black hand on her pale breast, putting and caressing her coral colored nipple, was driving me crazy. I immediately began to get wet and my nipples spiked into pebble like hardness.

With practiced ease, Ike pushed her pants down. Jody accommodated him by lifting her butt up so he could completely remove them. It was surreal watching the big black man mauling the smaller naked woman's breast and pussy. It was like watching a very high resolution DVD, only much better. I was literally squirming in my seat.

When Jody unzipped his pants and took his cock out I sat completely straight up. Ike's wasn't the first penis, but it was the first black cock it had seen up close. It was beautiful! In Jody's white hand it looked even larger than I remembered.

Jody stroked the ebony beauty and it grew even larger and stiffer. When she bent her head to take his manhood into her mouth I felt something I had never felt before. I felt raw jealously. It was as if she was taking something that belonged to me and for an instant I hated her. It only lasted a moment and reason came back to me. Jody was sharing something with me, not the other way around.

For several minutes, while Jody licked and sucked the black pole, I was afraid to blink for fear I might miss something important. I had both of my breasts in my hands and I didn't care that they could see me. I had to stroke my painfully hard nipples to ease the throbbing. I realized that my bra was in my way and I quickly removed my blouse and bra so that I could get to my breasts easier.

I never did anything like that, I'm usually quite bashful, one of the ?good girls' around. Never in my life I've ever considered to sit topless in someone else's apartment watching such an erotic show and touching myself like that, but that night it seemed just...well, it felt right...natural. I was too excited to actually think about it, all I wanted was some release for the sheer horniness.

"Magnificent," I heard a heavily accented male voice say. I looked and Ike was watching me fondle my bare boobs. "Stunning breasts," he said. Jody glanced up at me, smiled, and went back to her task of sucking the gorgeous cock. "Jody, have you ever seen such a pair of titties as hers?" Ike asked. "Come over here little one. I must taste them."

I sat, stunned. He wanted to taste my boobs and I couldn't even move! At Ike's urging Jody removed her lips from his cock and came across to where I sat immobile.

"You do have a great rack, Nica," Jody said setting down on the arm of my chair. I flinched when she reached over and caressed my breast. No woman had ever touched my breasts. Not even my mother since I had developed them.

I had realized for sometime that I was curious about sex with another woman, but had never acted on that curiosity. Her hand on my breast felt wonderful and I had a small climax with her playing with my sensitive nipples. First one nipple then the other one. My breathing was rapid and shallow and I was afraid I might faint. She didn't give me time to pass out. She stood, pulled me to my feet, and propelled me across the floor to where Ike waited. She removed my skirt and panties on the way. Ike had gotten completely naked while Jody played with my boobs.

I know I should have stopped it, but it just felt too good. His eyes on me made me just too excited and I was miles away from home anyway... no one would ever know, why not make something wild in my college years? I rationalized it would be my little secret in the future, no big harm here, and let things go on with a moan of approval.

Jody pushed me down beside the naked black god and I hardly got seated before he had his black lips on one of my nipples. I came with a rush at the very first touch of his hot mouth.

I was a study in mixed emotions. There was fear, lust, bewilderment, and most of all I couldn't believe it was happening to me. Every instinct told me I shouldn't he there. That I shouldn't be lying naked in the arms of a black stranger. That his lips and teeth shouldn't be on my nipples, causing me such wonderful, blissful pain.

Ike pulled his lips from my rock-like hard nipple and mashed his face to mine, his tongue forcing my mouth open to accept it. I had never felt shut passion, such powerful erotic feelings. I was consumed by desire. I wanted...I needed to be taken by the powerful black man.

Until I felt her hands on my ankles, I had completely forgotten all about Jody. While Ike used his tongue and his lips on my mouth, Jody separated my legs and lifted them high to give Ike hand access to my throbbing pussy.

I came again when his finger found my clitoris. I was so wet he had no difficulty putting a finger into me. I started quivering as if I had a fever and I felt another orgasm coming. From somewhere far off I heard Jody tell Ike to remove his finger and when he did I felt her mouth on my pussy.

I wanted to protest. I wanted to demand that she stop, but I couldn't speak with Ike's tongue in my mouth. I could only moan as Jody pushed my legs farther apart to give her total access to my most private parts.

Whatever protests I had attempted, died as she licked, kissed and bit my pussy. Even if I had wanted to I couldn't have stopped the blinding, earth shaking climax that slammed into me.

"Fuck the Brazilian bitch, Ike," Jody told the man, lifting her wet face from me. "Give her what she came for. Fuck her cunt until she screams." She still held my legs open and Ike and she turned me around on the sofa.

Ike wasted no time getting in position between my legs which looked even whiter than normal by contrast to his midnight black skin.

"I-I...Ohhh! I-Ike...I-I never... not with a black man..." I tried to speak, to complain. I was called bad names and treated like a slut, but I just could do nothing more than moan and stutter as I let him handle me.

"I have her legs," Ike said, his voice low and husky. "Put my cock in her pussy, Jody. You should have the honor since you found her for me."

Jody used his heavy thick penis as a toy. She maneuvered it up and down my wet slit. She used it like a hammer on my swollen and puffy clit. I was a seething caldron of passionate lust.

"Tell me what you want, Nica," Jody said.

"Please," I whimpered.

"Please what?" Jody asked, grinning broadly at me.

"Please...put...it...in me," I managed to say my English worsening by the second. "Please!" I screeched at her. I hated being tormented like she was doing to me. I lifted my hips toward his glistening manhood.

"Okay, since you asked so nicely," Jody said. She put the tip of Ike's cock at the entrance of my pussy. I tried to raise myself more, but I couldn't get any higher. I looked up at Ike's face and saw that he was looking at me with a cruel expression on his scared face. I suddenly realized that it was not random scaring. The scaring had been deliberate. "Tell Ike to fuck you," Jody added.

"Fuck me, Ike," I said in a low weak voice. I cleared my throat and said it again louder. "Fuck ME!" When he slid his cock in me I saw a flash of bright red. Suddenly he was all the way inside me and everything became still and silent. Time stopped moving and all sound disappeared. The whole world was centered between my legs and deep inside my pussy. There was nothing else, nothing that mattered. "YES! Fuck my Brazilian cunt you big black man!" I shouted, the words spilling from my mouth and it sounded as if someone else was saying it.

Ike was considerate enough to let me adjust to his size before he started fucking me hard. My head rested on the arm of the sofa so I could see his cock in me. I could see when he slowly withdrew it, shinny from my juices. I watched in fascination as he plunged it back in me.

Suddenly, on the third or forth stroke, everything that had been silent and still became a kaleidoscope of sight and sound. Ever fiber of my body was tuned to what he what doing to me. I could even taste his fucking in my mouth.

Over then next fifteen minutes Ike fucked me on the sofa. Sometimes slow and easy and sometimes fast and furious. I must of had a dozen orgasms, but it was impossible to keep up with because they came one right on top of the next one.

After a while, Ike picked me up and carried me to a bed where he started all over again. I was aware that Jody came into the bedroom with us, but I couldn't focus on her then. I was too busy being fucked like never before.

I have no clear concept of time but I think it was about an hour later that Ike erupted his seed in me for the last time. It wasn't his first cum, but it was by far the heaviest in terms of amount of semen. I felt it burst into me in a gush of hot cum.

I lay there on the bed, unable to move for several minutes. I opened my eyes when I felt the bed move. Jody was kneeling beside me on the bed.

"Did my poor baby get her cunt fucked good?" she asked softly. "Is Nica's pussy all slimy with a black man's cum?" She took both of my breasts and mashed them together. She lowered her head and put her mouth over both of my nipples. Using her teeth she lightly nipped first one nipple then the other. I could feel the passion rising within me again.

Jody put her hand down and cupped my battered pussy and before I knew it she had two fingers in me while her thumb teased my clit. My hips were jerking involuntarily. She was reviving my cooling ardor.

"Now Nica has to repay my kindness," Jody whispered in my ear. "Nica is going to eat my pussy, aren't you?" She swung her leg over me and put her pussy down to my mouth. I didn't know what to do. It was all so foreign to me and for a moment I did nothing. I lay still, my mouth closed tight trying not to breath the musky sent of her.

"No...no, please. I-I ne-never...I never ate pussy!" I answered making a disgusted face. It wasn't until her fingers found my clitoris again that I moved. She grasped it between thumb and forefinger and squeezed hard. My scream was muffled by her body.

"Eat my cunt, you bitch or I'll jerk your clit completely off," I heard her say. I opened my mouth and gave her slit a tentative lick. Jody eased the pressure on my clit but kept her fingers on it to remind me of my duty to her. After a few minutes I overcame my reluctance and ate her as well as I could. I knew the instant before she reached climax. Her pussy quivered beneath my tongue.

Jody took me to her shower and helped me wash the accumulated fluids from my body. While we showered together she changed back into "nice" Jody. She washed me gently and used a disposable douse to clean Ike's cum from my pussy.

"Did you like your first black experience?" she asked while toweling me dry.

"Y-yes... yes I loved it." I blushed as I said the words. It was a great deal more that loving it. It had been my first good sexual experience and my first real orgasm with a man.

"I'm so happy, Nica," she said hugging my naked body close to hers. "Now you are mine. You will be my plaything and you will get a lot of big black meat for your little white pussy. This was only the beginning of your education."

I made no comment to her claim on my person. I knew she was just being silly. As it turned out, she was entirely correct. I did become her plaything. I was hers to do with as she saw fit.

During the day I'm a straightforward student, learning as much as I can. But at night, when Jody calls me, I'm a slut for a whole group of black men. Some are students but many are not. I became aware that Jody was charging the men a lot of money to fuck me, but frankly I don't care. I've been fucked by one black man and other times I've enjoyed several at one time. It is almost as if I have no will to tell Jody no. I can't seem to help myself. When she tells me to fuck, I fuck. When she tells me to eat her, I eat her.

If only I had kept walking on passed that window and had not looked in. On the other hand I would have not known the delight of hard black cock or the extreme pleasure a woman could provide. THE END

All characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names. They are not even distantly inspired by any individual known or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure invention.

Never Doing it Again

Never Doing it Again
By: Kristen S

Confessions of a slut.

By Kristen Shigh

Chapter 15

Never doing it again.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the end of my continuing sexual saga. It is dark. I have said that before. I mean it. It goes there. If you can not handle scat, water sports, blood sports real masochism just to mention a few - don't read it. OK. It is in here.

Please, DO NOT walk down this path if you are not up for it and then give me a low vote just because you did not head my warning. It also involves self loathing. I can not help it. I can't.

In many ways, it would to read the earlier chapters especially 10 11 and 13 first.

- but it is not necessary -

Just know I did not get this way over night.

MOST IMOPORTANTLY! Do not think that because this turns me on that it turns every woman on. Not even close. There are (I hope) very few that it turns on. DO NOT do this to someone that does not know what she (or he) are getting into and has given full permission.

Also, I have a pretty good idea of what I am - I do not need to be saved. My last story chapter 14 was about my visit with a therapist. You are not going to save me.

Confessions of a slut.

By Kristen Shigh

Chapter 15

Never doing it again.

So, It has been several months since the incident at the bar. It has taken me a while to write and tell you what happened.

I am sipping my second glass of red wine, naked before the computer screen - before you - wanting to finish telling you what happened. But even more so, wanting to submit - submit to you. OK, honestly, not you. I don't know you. But you will do. Here I am.

Take me. Use me.

I am assuming you read about what happened. Maybe you did. Maybe you didn't. Maybe you just want some hot lil tale to jack off to. To Jill to. That turns me on. I hope I can bring you off. I am having a very very hard time bringing my self off. I doubt I will be able to bring you off either.

After all of that, at the bar, and the motel room...You know. You read about it. I can't help it. I want more. MORE! I cant take it anymore. I fucking want more!

FUCK ME!

I swear, I never want to have sex again. I don't think I will. I really hurt myself that time. I have been out of commission for several months now.

I hate myself. You should know that. You would to. Here is what happened after my last lil missive:

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I looked over my shoulder at the small audience for the first time. I saw them through my tears. I made eye contact. My wretched requests had subsided to a vulnerable plea. "Somebody fuck me!" No one stepped forward. I managed only to whimper, "Please?"

The bartender broke the awkward silence that followed. "Lady, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave, or I am gonna have to call the cops."

Humiliation turned to anger, tears turned to rage. "Call the cops, Call the fucking cops, I'll fuck them too."

Someone from the peanut gallery chimed in. "Hell, Bobby, don't call the cops, if she wants to get fucked so badly, I don't see why we don't... hell, lock the doors."

Someone else grabbed me by the arm, "Come on little lady lets get you out of here before somebody gets hurt."

Someone else called out, "I don't wanna fuck that nasty shit."

Rejection fucking turns me on. Especially when I know it is a lie. "Yes you do, mother fucker." I snapped. "If they weren't watching you would fuck me in a second. Your just shy - afraid your friends will find out what a small pecker you have."

The others laughed at him. "She's right, Al. Bobby, go lock the doors. Ain't nobody ever come in here till after noon but us anyways."

I knew I had crossed the line. Never ever insult a man's masculinity in front of other men. I knew this. I don't know what the fuck I was thinking.

Yes, I do. I was thinking about Mr. Peterson.

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I am fingering myself right now. I am still sore. I am dry. It hurts. I don't care. I want it to hurt.

"Take me. Do with me as you please. I am such a nasty nasty slut. Hurt me. I want you too. It is what I deserve," I say these things in my head. It helps a little. Finally, I am getting moist.

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Yes, I came back to see Mr. Peterson, of my own volition. The very next night. I wasn't asked. I did it on my own.

I made preparations. It was the first time I made such preparations. Perhaps it is at the root of all of the preparations I do now - what - seven years later. All the shopping, secretively going out and getting a room, renting cars - all of it. FUCKING all of it. The very fact that I write these stupid diary entries and then post them on the internet.

I am sure of it. I am not sure of anything. EXCEPT I HAVE BEEN UNABLE TO BRING MYSELF OFF FOR OVER A MONTH.

Maybe you'll remember that I told you I did see Mr. Peterson again. Many times. And that I never spoke to Sheila again. I did however, the next day, go to great lengths to find out that Sheila was not going to be coming home that night. We had plans to go to another party. I didn't show. I found out from another friend that Sheila and her latest bo had already left to go to some cheap motel room.

God, I was so fucking jealous of her. She was so beautiful. She did what ever she wanted. Boys loved her. But I had something she wouldn't have. I had her fucking father. I think that fact turned me on more than anything has ever turned me on. I was impossible. Wet. wanton. Famished.

For years, I had followed in her wake. I would have done anything for her - anything. I carried her books in elementary school. I came to her house everyday. I helped her with her homework in high school. Sometimes I did it for her. In return, she occasionally threw me a scrap.

She set me up with my first sexual encounter - at least that I could remember. It was some boy that had the hots for her. She didn't like him. I had sex with him - just because I thought Sheila wanted me to. It was awkward and over with quickly. This was different. Now, I had something she couldn't have. Something she wouldn't want me to have. And he was so fucking good the night before. Holy Cow!

So much so that I got up the next day knowing I was going back. I went shopping to prepare for it. I bought the slutiest things my tiny little nineteen year old body would fit into. I am sure I looked like a fucking idiot. Fishnets and garters - and other garish garish garble-dy-gook. I bought a padded push up bra. Oh my God I bet I looked stupid..

I bought a little over coat too. I wore it all out of the thrift store, there is NO WAY! I could wear that outfit in public, in broad daylight. Paying for it was a major turn on though. I put it all on in the public restroom of a gas station. Holy fuck that made me horny! My little fetish for bathrooms may have started right there. I touched myself in there. It smelled horrible. I was embarrassingly wet. I came. Instantly.

I wore the outfit the rest of the day, under the overcoat of course.

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I miss those days. When I could cum easily. There was a time in my life when I could go into the bathroom at work and bring myself off, flush the toilet and no one know the difference. ('sept maybe on some days I peed a lot.)

I am afraid those days are gone forever.

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I knew I had crossed the line. Never ever insult a man's masculinity in front of other men. I knew this. I don't know what the fuck I was thinking.

"Okay then, I think somebody wants to give us a little show." The bartender announced as he led me still naked into the bar. My little bathrobe abandoned.

I did too. FUCK! I did. But I was scared. Scared shitless as he locked the front door. I was crying a little. I was going to do this. I wanted to.

My pussy ached from the trashing that one mother fucker had given me in the bathroom. I shouldn't have asked him to pinch me so hard as he fucked me. I couldn't help it. He made me cum. Hard.

Someone put some money in the juke box and told me to dance. Fuck, I am a terrible dancer. I tried to get up on top of the bar, they all laughed. There was only about 5 of them. And the bartender. He stopped me, "Hey I don't want that nasty shit up here on my bar."

I tried to be sexy. I am just not. All skinny and pale and naked. My bright red bush stood out against my pale skin like bonfire.

I made all the cliché stripper moves - but it just seemed ridiculous.

I have to admit though - they were all watching - and that part turned me on: being the center of attention - being naked and stared at by all these dirty old men - even if I was just leering and lunging and touching my breasts while I squint and try to look seductive.

They were definitely watching.

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Those days are gone forever. Now, I need something more. MORE!

I need someone who understands my need --. who can reciprocate through appetite. Someone who understands my appetite. I want to be devoured. Consumed. Disposed of.

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I wore the whole outfit the rest of the day, under the coat of course.

I was so randi! I felt like a perv. I wanted to flash somebody like the time Sheila convinced me to flash a truck driver my tits. God, I love her. Not like that. I am not a lesbian. Nor is she.

I drove around - looking at seedy bars and motel rooms and fanaticizing. If I had been old enough to get into a bar I would have. That is where it started really.

I touched my self in a parking lot of an adult video store. I didn't have the guts to go in. I am pretty sure someone a few parking spots away new what I was doing. He may have been doing the same thing. It FUCKING turned me on. I couldn't help it.

I parked down the street so no one would notice my car in the drive way. You have no idea how empowered I felt as I walked up that sidewalk and knocked on the door wearing that outfit. (at least under the overcoat.) Holy Cow!

I think the long moment between knocking on that door and that door opening was about the scariest, most erotic most interminable moment I have ever lived. Nervous. I had knocked on the door. My heart was racing.

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I need someone who sees my pain and can feed it. Someone who can fill me. Who will who will... slap me and tell me what a horrible nasty cunt I am. Leave your stinging red hand print on my face.

Hurt me. I deserve it. Hurt me, so I won't hurt myself.

Someone who understands.

Do you understand?

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They were definitely watching.

I started building some confidence. I closed my eyes and swung my hips. Fuck, I wish I had hips. I have no rhythm. I look like a fucking idiot. I am a terrible dancer but FUCK! I was naked in front of a half dozen dirty old men staring at me. ME! That made me hot. I wanted to fuck every one of them. I know they wanted to fuck me - getting them to admit it in public might be a challenge - but they wanted to. I got down on my knees on the grimy concrete floor and inhaled my fingers to show them what I wanted to do, what I was going to do. I am a fucking whore. I wanted to suck their cocks. All of them. Right there! Fuck, I was horny. But no one stepped up. They laughed at me. I turned 'round and spread my lil ass cheeks. My lil rosebud was blooming. FUCK! I wanted it back there too. Two at once, I fanaticized. Double. Double penetration! FUCK ME! I was on fire! I cant believe I was doing this.

There were some cheers and cat calls. "Get a-load of this chick - who does she think she is?"

I slobbered all over my finger and brought it down to my door bell and pushed. I mean fuck if you are going to be a slut - be a fucking slut! Spittle dripped as I slipped the tip of my middle finger through the back door. I wanted to show them nothing was off limits as if they didn't already know that. Fuck! What was I doing?

No one approached me. The idiots just cat called, "yea! Finger your ass hole, whore." I did so as I looked 'round at all of them and selected one. FUCK! I was on my hands and knees - naked - in front of a bunch of old alkies - at ten thirty in the morning - fingering my own ass hole for show! One of them had already fucked me this morning - I don't think I could have even picked out which one. But he knew. In my defense I did have my back turned. Like I do right now! I do like it from the back. Maybe that's why. I don't want to have to see the stupid expression on his face when he cums. But still I was on fire. I wanted them on fire too.

I was going to do this! I slowly removed my finger from my back door and climbed up on the little ladder rungs on one of the barstools with a fat man seated in it. I knew it wasn't him - the one that fucked me in the bathroom. I threw my arms up in the air - as if to celebrate my naked body. I would love to ride on top of papa bear. I would. I wreathed in his lap. I was soooo horny! So on! SO ready! -- but before I could even attempt my guess as what a lap dance is - he pushed me away.

"I don't want that nasty shit up here - you go wash yourself, you fucking skank."

I was humiliated.

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My pussy is still dry.

I don't care. Still, I am fingering myself - I wet my fingers with my mouth - trying to plug the abyss. There is no bottom to the hole inside me. My clit hurts so fucking bad! She is bruised - badly -- but she is not bleeding anymore. Not for a while. Still I have recurring memories of where the skin had broken from what those mother fuckers did to me. I doused her with rubbing alcohol.

I love rubbing alcohol.

You knew that. I told you about it. DON'T FUCKING TELL ME YOU DON'T REMEMBER. Mother fucker. Yes, I took it out of my lunch box - inside the thermos. You don't give a shit. I don't blame you.

You don't even know what happened yet, do you? But...

Yes, that means I fucking opened it. My lunchbox. You remember my She-RA the warrior princess Lunchbox? Don't you? The one I swore I would never open again.

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Nervous. I knocked on his door. My heart was racing. It was me. I had gone there. It wasn't like last night at all. I came back. Of my own volition. I came for more, More!

But it was taking him forever to answer the door. I could see some lights on. His car was in the driveway. I rang the bell again, and again. Impatient. I caught my reflection in the window. Me all made up like a little hussy. Purple and bright blue eye shadow. Eye brows plucked and arched. Mascara as thick as a forest, Fire Red-Neon Red-Fuck Me red lipstick and juicy wet clear gloss coated on my poutty lips. Me. In an over coat. The whole brassy ensemble beneath made me interminable! A thong! I bought a thong! I couldn't wait to show it to him - show him - how did he put it last night? "What a sexy young woman I have become." I even shaved my little saucey for the first time in my life leaving a little red haired landing strip.

I wanted to touch myself. I was leaning on the door bell admiring my make up as my own reflection in the dark window dissolved with the lights turning on.

He answered.

He was wearing a bath robe and was still tying the belt as he opened the door. His reaction was not at all what I expected. He acted like last night hadn't happened. He looked right through me. "Sheila isn't here right now. Why are you ringing the door bell like that?"

My lil noggin rattled - thoughts bounced around like a super ball thrown into a small closet. "Did he mean it when he said we would never speak of this again? Did he hate me? Was I not good enough? AM I that lousy in bed? Am I ugly?" But I managed to utter, "I know, and I also know she is not coming home tonight." I slowly opened the over coat to show him the little tramp inside.

He looked flustered, distracted, "I thought we agreed to forget about what happened last night."

I was crest-fallen.

I was not going to take no for an answer. No way. I stood my ground. I planted my feet and slowly unbuttoned my overcoat to reveal - the new me! Vivacious saucey sexy Kristen.

I leaned against the door jam and struck my best Mae West pose. I remember the push up mashing my lil pixies together so that they joined forces like... like... the wonder twins as they crouched behind the frilly jungle canopy ready to pounce.

The over coat slid off my curve-less frame to the porch while I wiggled and writhed to some unknown stripper music that is permanently stuck in my head I was fucking doing it! Holy cow! A strip tease!

He looked away. He seemed nervous. "He thinks I am ugly," I thought. "I look ridiculous. No matter what I do Ill never be sexy." I removed the blouse and tossed it inside the door. "Look, I can't have you doing that on my porch. OK I have neighbors, for fuck's sake."

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As I write this she is empty. So fucking empty. So lonely, so open, so filthy.

I can not stop fingering her.

I can not bring myself off. I am dry. I don't care.

I have done everything.

Everything !

No, everything!

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"I don't want that nasty shit up here - you go wash yourself, you fucking skank."

The words reverberated inside my lil noggin. Fuck, name calling turns me on! I can't help it. Someone... the bartender... yea, I am sure it was the bartender grabbed me by the arm and led me behind the bar making me squat over the drain in the floor.

He was right. I had already been fucked this morning. The motel room, the bathroom, You knew that. I was on a fucking roll and I sure as hell didn't want it to end! The third time I had cum. Hard. Very hard. You know. I just told you about it. I am a pretty gooey cum too. That last one was pretty fucking close. I did not squirt all over the bathroom wall or anything. I do that sometimes. Rarely. Very Rarely.

Fuck! Why do I have that stupid bathroom fetish? I hate it.

Yea, He was right, I WAS nasty down there.

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I have begun fingering my lil ass hole. Why not.

I have to use my own spit there too. But it is OK. I like it. A lot. I can not help it. I want to be fucked there. Badly!

There is shit on my fingers. I should wash.

I am a skank.

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I removed the red blouse and tossed it inside the door. "Look, I can't have you doing that on my porch. OK, I have neighbors, for fuck's sake."

He grabbed me by the arm and pulled me inside.

The overcoat was still outside. He was angry. Yelling at me - telling me I had to go home. I started to cry. Then I heard a voice. A familiar voice.

"Who the fuck is that?" A high pitched voice echoed down the hallway.

"Who the fuck is that?" I wondered as heavy footsteps approached us. She rounded the corner and it was a shock - for both of us.

It was Sara Evans! From study hall. Oh my god! That mother fucker was fucking Sarah Evans too! She too was in a bathrobe. Dark blue, and with the hoodie up she kind of looked like death, if death were a very sexy woman. (which she very well may be.) "What the hell are you doing here? Dressed like that? Sheila isn't home - were you two planning on going out and whoreing around? Look at you... Are those fishnets?! I hope you are charging for it. And you dared to make fun of me?"

She was pissed. In retrospect I don't really blame her. At the time I was just confused. Paralyzed. It hit her.

"Wait a second... Your not here to see Sheila - you are... Oh My God! That is hysterical" She let out a vicious hyena cackle. I was mortified. "You are here to see... that is too fucking funny! The little skinny dyke that followed Sheila Peterson like a puppy dog is dressed like a hooker and here to...I guess if you can't catch Sheila might as well go for the next best thing."

"I am not a dyke!" I shouted trying to cut her off before she could finish that sentence.

"I always thought you were. Everybody else did too." I was aghast. "Now you just look like a cheap hooker. Well - a dyke dressed as a cheap hooker - but still a whore. Isn't that what you called me once? A cheap hooker? YOU AND THAT PRISSY little bitch Sheila. I am sorry honey but she is. You know I how I feel about her."

Mr. Peterson said nothing. "Was I in love with Sheila? Am I a dyke? I was so confused."

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I have fingered lil rose bud a lil too much. I like it too much. I can't help it. One should plan these things. I didn't mean too. It just happened.

I shit myself.

I am sitting in it while I type this. I was touching myself when I did it. I was fingering my ass when I felt it coming. I couldn't help it. I could not make it to the bathroom so, I just let it go.

Yes, I fucking shit myself. OK.

Do you get it? I am horny OK. I shit naked. Right on my sofa. While I masturbated and wrote to you. I did not cum, but I came close. As close as I have cum in hours. My roommate is out of town and I will have time to clean tomorrow. After I Cum. After I FUCKING cum. I need to cum! I hope I can cum by tomorrow.

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Fuck! Why do I have that stupid bathroom fetish? I hate it.

I was sooo horny - squatting over the drain in the floor. I closed my eyes. I held my breath. I did it! I fucking did it! I peed! Right in front of them. There were groans of disgust and laughter.

"Is that what you wanted?" I asked, as I finished.

"NO that is NOT what I had in mind. Jesus, this girl is a skank!"

Fresh cum was still leaking from my little hole as I squatted over the drain and pushed. Nasty. I am nasty. A fuck hole. I want to be fucked. Again and again.

He never let go of my arm. Like I was going to run somewhere. He took the little drink gun from the bar. Its long Silver chord trailed behind it. He held it to my twat. "This is what I had in mind."

He shot it up inside me. FUCK! The water was cold. Mother fucker! Back down it came and into the drain on the soiled floor. I held on to the Ice machine for balance. They Laughed and laughed. I hated them. Mother fuckers, I wanted to fuck them. I wanted to suck their cocks. Mostly I liked being held in the center of attention.

In truth, the cold water felt good against my throbbing clit. Lil soldier girl had taken one for the team. She was red and swollen from her ordeal. That mother fucker pinched me hard! I had asked him to. The cool water I am sure helped with the swelling. He had pinched me fucking hard! I fucking came! I nearly lost control and squirted pee and cum all over the fucking bathroom floor. I do that every now and then. She is so funny. She was sore, red and swollen but I swear she wanted more. She was a trigger itching to twitch.

He pressed the trigger again. Soda water shot up straight up my stinging twat and then back down. I tried the trick where you catch some of the water and hold it. But my body had already been through a lot this morning. I just let them do it - clinging to the cold silver box for stability.

I did need to be cleaned.

He placed a bottle of soap in front of me. Dish soap. "Come on bitch lather up."

"Dish soap? He wants me to wash my twat with dish soap?" I though as I poured a puddle into my palm. I lathered the outside, careful no to get any of that inside me. They laughed as foam formed between my legs. I rinsed my self with the water button on the drink gun. I held my head low humiliated. Hungry.

They all seemed to get a big kick out of it. I tried to dance again , this time the bartender grabbed me by the arm and said - since none of us want to fuck you, I say lets put you to work doing something useful.

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My nipples are at full attention, I have to caress them. I have to. All boundaries are gone! FUCK I love my breasts!

Now there is shit on my lil pixies too. I am looking at myself in the mirror. "Would you like to suck them?" I whisper aloud.

"You didn't want to suck them anyway. Maybe you would shit on them." Please shit on me.

I hate myself.

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"Was I in love with Sheila? Am I a dyke? I was so confused."

"Let me tell you something - the cheap hooker look isn't doing anything for you." She said from beneath her cloak. I started to cry.

Her voice shifted in pitch from the high whine of a scorned woman to the one I always remember from school, the low low sultry breathy flirt. She could ask a question in Algebra and it sounded like she was narrating a porn movie.

"But I could make you look sexy. You have a few things going for you." My tears subsided. She was surprisingly warm, for someone Sheila and I had so actively made fun of for as long as I can remember. She caressed my shoulder. I bet he would like it too - what I could do for you. Wouldn't you?"

"Jesus Sarah, you are evil, are you thinking what I am thinking? How could you not?"

She stood behind him reaching around his robe to stroke his hard on through the terry-cloth. "Mmm Hmm, this one has most definitely got some assets! We could tap into."

It wormed its way out of the tied robe taunting me. I knew she was taunting me, but I wasn't sure what she was up to. I just knew I liked it. I enjoyed the attention. I wanted to suck his dick. Badly. I wondered if this push up bra had fooled her and she thought I had really big tits or something. I was worried.

"But you have to let us take pictures of you when we are done..." I agreed quickly. Perhaps too quickly. "...and post them on the internet, to see if we can find you a date."

"Find me a date?" I was confused, elated, apprehensive.

Obedient.

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I want to roll in it. Like a dog. Like the dog I am. Maybe I would cum if I rolled in it. Every pour on my body is open - a crater wanting to be filled or a goose bump that shutters with any contact. Highs and lows.

Now there is shit on my keyboard as I type this.

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They all seemed to get a big kick out of it. I tried to dance again. I climbed to the bar.

I have always fanaticized about dancing naked on a bar. Not like a stripper - like a fucking slut. It was turning me on. I climbed up on top ready to strut what ever I have. I wanted to turn them on. Maybe, just maybe, they would think I am sexy. Maybe they would let me suck their cocks.

They were having none of it. This time the bartender grabbed me by the arm and said - since none of us want to fuck you, I say lets put you to work doing something useful.

I was humiliated. I am too ugly for a bar full of dirty old men. I bet any one of them would have fucked me in a second - but when they were all together they were a bunch of fucking cowards - trying to impress each other with bullshit name calling - trying to out do the other one.

He rolled the mop and bucket over. Now that you have cleaned yourself, why don't you clean this place up too.

They howled with laughter. I didn't give a fuck. I mopped. Naked. I tried to make a sexy show out of it. Someone poured some of his beer on the floor. "hey bitch, you missed a spot." Deep inside - he wanted me to suck his cock.

Another one spit on the floor. "Hey bitch, over here!"

Another unbuttoned his fly and was about to piss on the floor in an attempt to top his friend. "Hey, bitch, you missed a spot." The bartender stopped him. "Fuck that, I need my bathroom cleaned - where you left your skanky smell." The bartender snorted. The others laughed.

He produced a bucket and a nasty scrub brush from beneath the bathroom sink. I was only too willing to make a show of it. Before I knew it I was on my hands and knees scrubbing the bathroom floor. The one I had just been so thoroughly laid in. Fuck! I have this little bathroom fetish. I may have told you about it. They gathered in the door way to watch. Holy cow!

"Hey, bitch, you missed a spot." I looked up and one of them had pulled his cock out. I thought he wanted me to give him a blow job. No, really I did. Call me naive.

Finally - I was going to see a little action. Even though they were all laughing. I had had this fantasy while I was dancing in the bar of all of them gathering around and cumming on my face. Holy Cow! Come on girls, you have had that fantasy before haven't you? Admit it. I saw it in some stupid porn thing - but FUCK it turned me on! I sooooo wanted to be her! I sooo want to do that!

It had been a major rush parading around naked with all those men staring at my lil skinny pale body. My lil pixies bouncing around - well as much as they bounce. I think what I am trying to say is - I was ready. I was so fucking turned on! I wanted to start sucking cock!

He held it in his hand. Others stood in the doorway, some taking pictures with cell phones. "Fuck it I thought, take em - post em all over the internet. I am a fucking slut. I am. I can fucking suck cock like a porn star.

I assumed the position. Willingly. Enthusiastically.

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My lil soldier girl stands above the dark cavern. I pet her with my thumb as another plunges inside trying to fill the abyss. It can not be done. I have mixed holes. I will regret this. But I have already done it. It is going to get me sick. You should never mix holes like that.

Fuck it.

I hate myself.

There is foulness on this sofa, there is foulness on the floor at my feet, There is foulness on my fingers as I rub my clit.

I can not fill her. She can not be filled. She is an abyss. She is hell. My pussy IS hell.

I hate her.

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I agreed quickly. Perhaps too quickly. "...and post them on the internet, to see if we can find you a date."

"Find me a date?" I was confused, elated, apprehensive.

Obedient.

They led me upstairs. I was in a fog. It had been years and years since I had been up there -- since Sheila moved into the basement. I was crying again. I was scared. The second floor was always spooky to me. I have bad memories of it. But I don't know what they are.

We rounded the stairway into a large bath room. I remembered it.

Sarah brought a warm wash cloth to my face. She stroked the tears away.

"Oh, that is so hot." Mr. Peterson chimed in.

"Shut up, don't cheapen the moment, you haven't seen hot yet. Now, baby, lets wipe this paint off your sweet little face." She said as she applied cold cream and washed my face clean. He stood in the doorway and took our picture.

"Stop that! Not yet. Delete that picture - I don't want anybody to see this sweet thing dressed like a whore." She lit a candle and dimmed the lights. "We have to create this delicately." She laughed her malevolent laugh and grabbed me by the chin making me look in the mirror, "See what a beautiful little girl you are."

I looked at her instead. She was beautiful. She has the biggest, darkest brownest eyes I have ever seen on a person. They are misty but kind of scary. Like a fog, in a swamp. Dangerous. Their lifelessness is part of what made her so sexy. Because she was anything but lifeless. Contrast. Yin and yang, Boy and girl, S & M. She was vivacious and flirtatious. Just the opposite of little shy me, and sweet perfect Sheila. No matter how she wore her hair - it was just right - she always had that 'I just got out of bed' look. And she probably did, too. She had quite the reputation and I am sure she had earned it. She oozed of sex. She was sex. She is Sarah Fucking Evans for cripes sake. I - practically a virgin - was having my slutness attended to by Sarah Fucking Evans!

I was trembling. Her hands ran across my shoulder and to my breasts. "Oh, my, have we ever got one silly padded bra on." She whispered as she released it with one twist of her hand. She dangled it front of me for effect.

"Mmm, look at these perfect little specimens." She announced as she stood behind me and caressed them both at once. I have never before heard someone say I have perfect breasts. I have (still am) always been a little embarrassed of them. They are smaller than your hand, smaller than my hands - and I have small hands. They are certainly smaller than Sarah's. My nipples are bright pink, perhaps the only color on my body except for milky white and - the occasional freckle if I have been out in the sun, Oh and my pubic hair which is bright red. My breasts are little and mostly nipple. I call them my little pixies. But Sarah seemed to be quite enamored with them. She squeezed them between her thumb and fore finger. My knees were getting weak.

"Have you any idea how many men are going to be drooling over these perfect little pubey boobies?"

She whispered in my ear and then kissed me softly on the cheek. For the record it was the first time I was ever kissed by a girl - not to mention felt up. I was confused and awkward. She made me look at myself in the mirror. Mr. Peterson stood in the door way watching. His robe was open. His cock was at full attention.

Her hands found their way down my rib cage to the back of my skirt. One pull of a zipper and it was round my ankles

I wiggled a bit and even reached for his cock. She would have none of it. She was getting a kick out of making both of us squirm.

I was confused, turned on. Guilty. I mean I just don't think I am a lesbian but Sarah Fucking Evans had her hands all over me. Sarah Evans! I was powerless. And besides it was really turning Mr. Peterson on and that after all is what I came to do.

Garters, stockings, thong all in a heap as her hands traced my bell down to my lil pelvic mound. Down to my lil race way I had so carefully groomed. She rubbed her fingers through my pubic hair. I was so wet and Soooo.. proud of my little raceway. My lil red landing strip, But Sarah had other ideas. "Mmmm, this just won't do."

"Oh if you are going to shave her I have to get some pictures of that."

I was trembling. Motionless. "No," she said as she snipped the scissors in the air for effect. "Just a little trim." I mean she's got these nice pubey boobies, she should have a little sprout to match don't you think?"

The blade was cool against my mound. I whenced with the snip, and curly red hairs fell to the ground and to my feet.

I was sooo wet! I wanted to have sex sooo bad! And Sarah Evans was going to teach me how! Holy Cow!

She led me down the hall way. I remembered the hall way. It made me dizzy. I was naked as the day I was born.

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Fuck my cunt. SHE IS HELL. Stick it - your cock - any fucking cock - ANY FUCKING THING in my hell hole.

Cum inside me! Maybe you will cum right on the devil herself. May be you can extinguish this hell at least for a second. The devil lives in my pussy. Cum on her. Extinguish this bitch. PLEASE!

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I assumed the position. Willingly. Enthusiastically.

I closed my eyes expecting to suck cock. Instead, it was a very different mouthful.

I should have seen it coming, Sour. Warm. It was a surprise. Really. A big surprise. The mother fucker was pissing on me! I spit it out involuntarily as the warm flood splattered on my face. It dripped from my chin and down my breasts. They all laughed and laughed.

Reflexively I turned my head and fell backwards into the corner to let him piss on me. I could not help it. It turned me on. A lot! I closed my eyes and began to touch myself. Hot foulness splattered and ran down my body. It was so disgusting. It was so fucking hot! I am so turned on by telling you about it! My tits, my belly and down. Down. He aimed at my hand which was now furiously rubbing my clit. I moved my hand and let him piss right on it. Holy FUCK! I was about to cum. I was about to pass out. The spray moved back up my body. Hot and so dirty! Shellacking my body. I was in a trance. I could not stop myself.

I leaned forward. I had to. I wanted to. I... I... opened my mouth. HOLY FUCK. I am a toilet. I am a fucking toilet whore!

This was like fantasy number eleven. I was fucking drinking piss! I was cumming! Hard! Hyperventilating. He pissed on my clit again while I swallowed. Piss is fucking hard to swallow. FUCK! Hot foulness sprayed on my face and back down to my sweet tender clit- FUCK! I was cumming! And back up to my face and FUCK! I was Cumming! I opened my mouth. FUCK! I was Cumming! It is so sour, so foul so wrong so fucking HOT!

SO FUCKING HOT! I am a toilet whore. FUCK! I was Cumming!

The peanut gallery groaned as he filled my mouth. It is so hard to swallow - my - my throat muscles were confused - my reflexes made me want to spit it out - it is so fucking hard to swallow. I'm telling you. The smell permeated my nose. I could not consume it. I so wanted to. I tried. My mouth filled - overflowing. I could only swallow a little bit. I had to spit the rest out. I couldn't do it. I was feeling woozy. Light headed. It dribbled from my lips onto my breasts. He finally redirected his spray.

I spread my lips with my fingers to give him a better shot. Fuck Fuck Fuck! Hot foulness danced on my clit. It was like a nasty hot water pick. Right on my clit. Holy Fuck. I had to. I licked some foulness from my shoulder. - I was fucking drinking piss! I am a toilet! I was.. Holy Hyper-ventel.. HOLY -- Holy FUuuu...

Woozy.

Weak.

Fading.

Still licking piss off my shoulder. I passed out.

Out.

Orgasm black out number eight.

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Fuck my mouth.

Make me gag.

Make me vomit. Maybe I will puke up the devil - along with your cum. I put my finger in mouth my gag reflex is in a coma. I am typing with one hand.

There is scat on my fingers.

I am licking them clean. FUCK me! Scat usually makes me hurl. Not this time. Maybe it is because I want to be sick.

I want to puke this devil out of me.

Puke the fucking devil out of me because I am a shit eating whore!

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She led me down the hall way. I remembered the hall way. It made me dizzy. I was naked as the day I was born.

Mr. Peterson was already in the room. The room. I remembered it. It had been Sheila's toy room. It had not changed in all these years. He had a camera. He started to take a picture as we entered. She was leading me. I was trembling.

"Stop That. Not yet, be patient."

She sat me on the toy box. The room was pink with balloons for wall paper. I was nervous. Sarah produced a bundle of fabric from the closet and placed it beside me. Now lets get you all dressed up sweetie. You are a very very sexy little girl.

I stood up and she helped me step into a frilly little purple skirt. It was light weight and felt funny. It was tight. A little too tight - but it was all stretchy material. What is this I wondered as I held my arms up in the air and she pulled the top down over me. It was... It was a fairy princess costume. I remembered it. Sheila wore it when we were kids. I squirmed. Mr. Peterson took a picture. Sarah place a plastic Tierra on my head. And a set of wings.

"Mmmmm, delicious. Yes, you can start taking pictures now." She put glitter on my face and handed me a wand with a star on the end.

"Ya gotta use what ya got little girl. Have you any idea how many men are going to find you the most precious little legal baby doll on the planet?"

He took another picture. "I hate to say it Sarah, but you are right - and when you are right you are very right! She is so fucking sexy."

"He thinks I am sexy!" I thought. It turned me on. I couldn't stand it. I started waiving the wand and striking poses. I had no fucking idea.

"That's a girl. Pose for the camera for me."

I was confused.

She handed me a bag of candy in a Halloween bag. That's it - work the camera for me baby. Sarah had moved over behind Mr. Peterson. His robe was open; his cock was so hard. She stroked him as he clicked as if she was tempting me. His cock the carrot - me the jack-ass.

"My Goddess," I thought "I am actually watching Sarah Evans in action! And she is luring me - holy fuck!" I wanted to do what ever she asked!!!!

"That's it baby. Sit down on the toy chest and pull that skirt up." Make it look accidental. Show me a little something something."

I did. Holy Fuck I did. I flashed my lil saucey to the camera. A few sad little red hairs starting to bud.

She gave a giant green stick of hard candy. Sour apple. "Mmmm. Suck on that for me baby."

I did. I tried to make a show of it for her. For him.

"No, baby like this." She got on her knees and inhaled Mr. Peterson's mammoth prick. I was so jealous. But Holy Cow! Sarah Peterson was showing me how. She inhaled it with ease. He was having trouble holding the camera.

I kneeled beside her and sucked the sour apple while she gave him head. It was like she was giving me lessons and I got the trainer candy until I could prove I was good enough to get the real thing.

As if by design, she stopped and took the camera from him as she offered me Mr. Peterson. "But with the candy, baby. With the Candy."

I rubbed the melting green slime across his cock and licked it like a lolly pop. The shutter click sending shutters up my spine.

He had not let me do this the night before. I had almost no experience with oral sex. And certainly not with a real cock. Not a man's cock. I so wanted to impress her. Him.

I took turns. Jolly Rancher, Hard sweet delicious cock, Hard candy. Hard cock. Hard candy. Hard cock. Holy cow. It was making me hot. I was performing for Sarah Evans!

I pulled the crenelin over my waste and began to fuck myself with the hard candy while I sucked his cock.

"Yes, baby. Yes." The camera clicked there was green slime on my face and now my sweet gooey saucey.

"Yes!" her approval turned me on. He was hard. Throbbing. I was doing a good job. He was going to cum! I was going to make him cum!

"In the face." I want a shot of that sweet little face.

"My face is sweet.?! Holy fuck, I was turned on. I brought the hard candy back to my mouth, I licked my own saucey from it and rubbed it on his cock - he was throbbing in my hand. His breathing was heavy. Hers was heavy. She clicked again. He grabbed my wrist. I was clinching his cock too tightly. As I released so did he!!! Right in my face. I posed for the camera. I smeared the big green rod in hot man cum and licked.

"Oh, your good, baby. You don't need any lessons. You're a natural"

I was beaming. Triumphant. It may have been my finest moment.

I had done something Sheila could never do.

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I love you Sheila. I am so sorry. So so sorry. I hate myself. It was seven years ago, and still I am so sorry.

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I passed out. Out. Orgasm black out number eight.

I know this because the next think I knew I was being sprayed with a garden hose. The whole bathroom. The clean water ran to the drain in the floor. It woke me up. I was dizzy.

"I told you we should get you out of here before somebody gets hurt." One of them said as he turned up an industrial garden hose connected to the spigot under the sink. He sprayed me down, like you would a dog in heat. I am a dog.

I was sprayed down and every bit as excited as a dog after a bath. I was clean.

My bathrobe was soaking wet - still balled in the corner.

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My fingers are clean now. I have not puked. There is shit on my face.

I am fingering my ass again. I am afraid I am developing a little scat fetish. I know I am. Just saying that makes me wet.

Finally, I am very very wet. Closer. There is hope. I am licking them clean again. Fuck! I am getting turned on! It is vile! Vile!

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The next day I met them both at the motel room we agreed on. They helped me get dressed. I wore a little pink outfit with red ladybugs. They were distant. Awkward.

There was a knock on the door and they introduced me to the first, and then they left only to return an hour later. It was awful. Unspeakably awful. I think I came first.

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"Fuck my ass! She is messy. Unclean." I just said aloud to no one as I finger my dirty dirty ass again. "So dirty! I like it dirty. I am dirty. A skank. A whore. A bich. A dog.

There is shit on my fingers. A lot of shit. I can not stop myself.

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I was clean. My bathrobe was soaking wet - still balled in the corner.

I was limping from pure humiliation, and ecstasy. I was soaking wet. Drenched, but clean. My sopping bathrobe hit the floor with a wet plop as they led me up on top of the bar. They had to hold me up. I would have collapsed otherwise. I had no idea what they were going to do.

I didn't care.

Someone grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. A bottle of vodka was opened and some poured some down my throat. I fucking needed it.

There were whoops and cheers.

They were enjoying them selves. I was too. I liked the attention. I guess I am every bit the perves that they are. My head was spinning. My equilibrium was in Ecuador.

"So this is what she likes huh, Bobby?" The bartender stood alone on the other side of the bar. He removed a pair of olive tongs and held them up for the others to see. They cheered and slammed their beers down on the bar.

I was terrified.

Aroused.

"Yea, its like I was saying', 'fore yen's started pissin' on her." One of the idiots chimed in. "She likes to be pinched. That's what she asked me to do in the bathroom. That's when she started screamin' like an insane person. I swear to God. I ain't never seen nothing like it. And look, she's got these scars on her thighs - I'm telling ya she likes it. You seen her -- hopin' up on the bar and dancing like a cat in heat, scrubbing floors... and fuck - you seen it - what she just did. I'm telling ya I ain't never seen any thing like it. I say we pinch her again, and see what happens. She likes it. She does. Don't you - tell em how u like it."

It was like I was an insect being tortured by small children. The bartender produced a pair of olive tongs. I was fucking squirming. My arms pulled over my shoulders Big swollen clit throbbing like a live heart thumping on the bar. "Yes." I managed. "Pinch me."

The bartender put on a pair of rubber gloves and declared, "See, I don't want to touch that nasty shit."

"Hurt me." The tongs had pointed forks that bent inwards he held them to my face for me to examine them closely. I was breathless. I could only mutter.

"Oh Yes, fuck Yes!" He clicked them together maliciously. The crowd got very quiet.

"Make me bleed!"

"I want to bleed."

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"Make me! Make me eat it - like the dog I am!" I whispered clearly. Fuck! It is working. I am licking them again. I am devouring it! It used to make me throw up, but not any more. I have graduated. I am a fucking shit eating whore! Like a dog! A bitch. I am a fucking bitch. I eat my own shit!

I liked them clean totally. I gagged a bit. Just a bit. It is fucking awful. It is turning me on! In a big way! IT! It is the devil.

I tried to shit out the devil. it did not work! It only turned me on - a lot! if only for a moment. Have you ever shit yourself while you masturbated?

Holy fuck!

I am still sitting in it. It is all over me. I want to roll in it.

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Mr. Peterson and Sarah made me fuck lots of people that summer. Well, he didn't make me. I did as I was told. We made appointments. I could have not shown up. Its not like he tied me up and kept me in a cage. Once I got to whatever room he had rented he would let me in. I would dress as a little girl and wait in the motel room. Eventually someone would knock on the door.

It went on for three months. Almost everyday. Sometimes a couple of different men in a day. I am sure he was charging them. I didn't care. I was beginning to enjoy the attention. Sometimes Sarah was there. We pretended we were sisters....

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"Fuck me! Push my face in this pile of shit while you fuck me in the ass. DO IT!" I tell my self. It is working. I am getting closer! So close!

"Fuck me in the ass and make me lick your cock clean!" I say to myself. It is working! . It is working. I am getting closer! So close!

I am feeding myself. FUCK FUCK FUCK! It is working it... is so fucking disgusting! It is working...But... But.... I can't.

I can't fucking cum! I am licking shit off my fingers and I can't fucking cum! How much further down this path can I go?

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"Oh Yes, fuck Yes!" He clicked them together maliciously. The crowd got very quiet.

"Make me bleed!"

"I want to bleed."

Cheers and catcalls and laughter. I was splayed long-ways down the bar. I panicked. I was kicking on top of the bar. I knocked some bottles over. Two people grabbed my ankles and held me still. My eyes rolled back in my head. I thought of Julia, and how much pain she could take. I can take it.

Someone put his hand on my soaking lil saucey. He put his finger inside me and rubbed his thumb over my clit and then brought his other finger up to meet the thumb. He pulled on my ravished lil soldier girl. I whenced. They laughed. She was standing at full attention.

"You sure this is what you want?" He asked as he brushed the cold steel across my clit. My lips were pursed, my jaw tight in a defensive posture. I could only nod, Yes!"

I was crying. It was going to hurt.

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So close!

I want to get down on my knees. And put my own face in the pile that is on the couch while I finger myself.. I lick my fingers again. I might throw up after all. Maybe I shouldn't get down on my knees. A whole mouthful would make me throw up. FUCK I WANT TO THROW UP! I want to puke this fucking devil out of me. I fucking hate myself.

But if I throw up it will mean I am a failure - even as a dog. I am licking my fingers again. I am learning to really enjoy scat. Maybe one day I can - I can - Oh Fuck I am so close. I so Want to cum. One day I will be able to.... Fuck I want to cum!!!!!! One day I will be able to.... eat my own shit, .... Fuck I am going to cum!!!!!!

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...Someone had finished with me. He was sitting in a chair smoking a cigarette watching Mr. Peterson finish fucking Sarah. I was laying beside them - an emotionless hollow core. Stuffed animals and pink ribbons and streamers. Happy birthday balloons, presents rapping paper and birthday cake littered the room.

It was no ones birthday. I was just playing a part. I only looked twelve. I was nineteen. Sarah played the part of my older sister. She was incredibly sexy. I was jealous of her. Mr. Peterson liked her better. I might have been in love with him. I might have been in love with her. I lay beside them as he fucked her. I wanted to be either one of them, but she too was just lying there. She rolled her head over and saw me staring at her. There was pain in her eyes. I recognized it. She knew I did. She flashed the slightest smile at me as Mr. Peterson finished his business and joined his friend for a cigarette. I looked right through her. There was a tear forming in the bottom corner of her eye.

It was - it was - I recognized it. It was the same tear that Sheila had - when... Fuck I can't think about that. I can't. I won't.

I only wanted to comfort her. To hold her. Like I needed to be comforted. Like.. like Sheila did, and now like Sarah.

I leaned forward and kissed the tear from her foggy eyes. She smiled. Just a little. Only the corner of her mouth twitched. It was enough. I knew. She knew I knew. I stroked her hair. She kissed me. Not a playful "Hey look a me kissing a girl to turn some guy on" kiss. It was a kiss. A real kiss. A kiss like I had never had before. Holy cow. What just happened? Did she feel it? Did everyone in the room feel it? Did the whole world feel it? Oh my God.

She felt it, I knew she did. We made eye contact. We were both crying. Trembling. I had to. I could not stop myself. I held her tight. I whispered, "I love you."

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Fuck me anywhere.

In any hole you can get your cock into. If my mouth or my pussy or my dirty ass hole are too nasty for you -- make a new one. I have a razor blade. Cut me. Make me a fucking virgin again. Make me a new hole. A virgin hole. Make me fucking cum! I want to cum - I want you to cum -- on my first fuck.

Don't you fucking understand?!

Make a new fuk hole. Make me bleed. I want to have my period. My first period from a new fuck hole.

I was not a fucking virgin before I could bleed. OK you probably suspected that - but now you know for sure. OK.

Lead me to the bathroom floor and let me bleed on the tile.. Make me stuff a tampon in my new fuk hole. I want to bleed like a virgin. Like the virgin I never was.

The walls of the dyke are bulging.

My flesh is shuttering.

The scars on my thighs tingle. Pain. I want fucking pain! I can't help it.

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It was going to hurt.

It was hard to breath through my nose. Snot was running down my face and dangling from my chin as the open end clasped my lil soldier girl. She was erect. Still swollen from before.

Still hungry.

Still desperate.

My back arched. He began to squeeze. The pain started immediately. Pain. Sweet pain. Severe pain. Lovely pain. Harsh pain. Delightful pain.

Terrible fucking pain.

Terrible terrible terrible mother fucking perfect perfect pain. PAIN! Pain. I was starting to cum.

I kicked my feet loose from their grip and someone else grabbed my leg. The other dangled over the wrong side of the bar. The cold metal dug into my poor little clit. HOLY FUCK! I kicked with the one free leg. My arms were held inflexible over my head. It took two of them to hold them down - while one of them - I am not sure which - squeezed.

"Pinch me!" FUCKING PINCH IT!"

Oh he did! He was fucking squeezing the Bejezus out of me. My sweet sweet saucey was so wet but lil soldier girl was beyond ripe. She was red and swollen.

FUCK!

It hurt!

FUCK!

I was cumming.

FUCK!

I hate myself.

"Hard!" I yelled.

FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!. I was cumming hard! HARD! My back arched and collapsed -slamming into the bar. Again. And again. I thought about poor Julia and how much she could take. My orgasm was coming out of my eyeballs. It took all of them to hold me still enough to keep squeezing.

"MOTHER FUCKER!" I yelled. My eyes were popping out of my head! I was shivering - no I was shaking! Violently. They laughed.

"Go ahead - whore - scream all you want. There is no one that can hear you. Squirt for us."

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The scars on my thigh are tingling. They are an escape hatch for the pressure building inside me. It must be released some where - some how.

I have done this before. I swore I would never do it again

I hate myself. I am going to have another fucking scar. This one is going to be bad. I can tell. Of fuck!

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We were both crying. Trembling. I had to. I could not stop myself. I held her tight. I whispered, "I love you."

It is the same thing I had whispered to Sheila.

There was a moment. A breath. A short breath when I know she felt it too. Sarah's heart was racing. As was mine.

One of the men whispered something about how hot that was. Next thing I know we Sarah and I were having sex. But we were not making love, we were performing. I was crying.

For Sheila.

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Cut me and cum inside me. Slide your cock inside the gaping flesh. Fuck me the hard way. The fucking hard way. Rip my flesh open and stick your hard cock inside me.

I have a razor. It is in my hand. Take it from me. Cut me. Cut me open. Slice a new hole and fuck me in the virgin chasm. Cum inside me. make me lick my own blood off your cock.

I hate myself.

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"Go ahead - whore - scream all you want. There is no one that can hear you. Squirt for us."

"FUCK!" I was cumming so fucking hard.

Still he pinched. FUK! He did more than pinch - he fucking pulled and twisted - and pinched some more. The olive tongs embedded themselves into the fleshy tissue. The skin was broken. I was bleeding. A lot. Words turned to unintelligible syllables. "AHhhOuww-Shhh-it!" This was big.

This was fucking big.

My eyeballs pulsated. My calves vibrated, my bottom lip quivered, my pussy shivered. My knees bobbed, my breast throbbed, my thighs spazumed, My chasm gushed gooey gooey. I was fucking cumming! My tummy was bouncing like a trampoline, my entire body was one massive orgasm. Pain sliced through it all.

Massive pain.

I threw my head back My mouth opened wide inhaling all of the universe and pushed it through my tiny body. At one point I swear if you had looked into my open mouth you could have seen straight through my open cunt. My entire body was open! I was one pipe fuck that - a fucking fire hose -- in which began to spew an entire ocean of want. The whole of the universe fed through my mouth and forced it self high pressure through my sweet sweet saucey. I was squirting. They cheered as my pussy pushed gallons of cum all the way to the other end of the bar. They were cheering.

I was squirting!

I never squirt.

I was fucking squirting.

I was hurting.

I was bleeding.

FUCK! I was bleeding.

I was afraid he was going to rip my clit out. It fucking hurt. It still hurts. I was squirting for fuck's sake. I was about to pass out again. I was post orgasm. I had to yell for I was afraid I really would lose my clit.

"It hurts It Hurts IT HURTS!!! Stop! Please stop!"

"Stop!'

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I am not going to cut myself.

I want u to do that for me. Please? Pretty please. Don't m