PART THREE

I gave up on the idea of searching for my bra, doing so would mean I would have to walk in front of the swimwear store anyways, and I wanted to get as far from that strip mall as possible. Evan was waiting on the corner of the street. He frowned when he saw me, then smiled as I walked up. I was painfully aware that not only had he seen me naked, but that he had had his fingers up inside of me and knew that I had let that other boy come in my mouth. He had told me to grovel on the ground and lick up someone's sperm and I had done it.

When I reached him his eyes went wide at the condition I was in, then he smiled again, perhaps guessing or inventing the kind of ordeals I had been through. He started to speak as we waited for the light, but I stopped him, "We don't tell Mickey or anyone anything, right!"

"What do I get?" he asked.

"You already got your revenge."

"I wanna do what Mickey does to you."

"No!" I barked.

"Well I want something."

"Look Evan," I started, "Maybe when we get back you can... I can take off my clothes and we can masturbate together." I couldn't believe I was offering this to him.

"Any time I want?"

"We'll talk about it."

"We are talking about it!" he barked as we stepped onto the beach side of the street. "You gonna eat my stuff like you did that other guys."

Again, I don't know why I did what I did, but I winked at him and said, "Depends how it tastes."

"I want somethin' now!" Evan demanded, "Before Mickey gets back."

I sighed, knowing I would have to appease him somehow. "What is it?"

He cocked his head, "Bend over and take off your boots."

We were standing on a crowded beach, traffic whizzing by, people all around us, but Evan's request would mean that I would be flashing anyone who was looking. The little perv wasn't just out to get off, though I knew he wanted that too, but to humiliate me. He just wanted to lord power over someone almost ten years older than him, and he had the perfect blackmail on me. I couldn't do it, however. The thought of being forced to do it in private was one thing, but to willingly expose myself in public? The very though sent stabbing pains up and down me.

I bent over, slowly, feeling the skirt hike up. First to my cheeks, and then I felt the familiar breeze on my sex and shot straight up.

"Look Evan," I pleaded, smiling, "Maybe I can find out... You know, what it tastes like."

Evan grinned, then started looking hurriedly in every direction. He stopped when he saw a small building, and smiling at me he gestured in its direction.

It was a small, gray brick building, a public bathroom from what I could tell. Sheepishly I bowed my head and started off in its direction, Evan following close behind. The knots in my tummy were tight and painful. The thought of sucking off my fiancée's little kid brother in a public bathroom made me feel dirty. The thought of doing it willingly, of having offered to do it made me feel downright trashy.

I could feel Evans eyes on my butt as we walked. I was aware from the warm breeze that it had ridden up when I bent to undo my boot into the curvy folds of my butt cheeks. Had I stopped and spread my legs apart you would see my pubic hair sticking out as I walked through the crowd of men, women and children playing on the beach, walking to and from their cars to enjoy the warm Summer sun.

When we arrived at the building, Evan skipped ahead of me and stuck his head into the men's room. He looked back at me and gestured me to follow him, then disappeared inside. It was a small bathroom, with no doors and high screens in the walls providing the only ventilation. Looking around to make sure no one was watching I scampered in after Evan. The smell of urine surrounded me like a cloud.

The floor was wet with the saltwater of bathers and I didn't want to know what else. The urinal and the sink were stainless steel, but the door to the stall was pitted and rusted. It was by this that Evan stood, gesturing quickly for me to follow him. I walked in after him, trying not to slip on the wet cement floor and he shut the door behind me. Through the ventilation slats set high by the ceiling I could hear bathers, some of them standing and chatting happily just on the other side of the wall I stood against.

"Take off your clothes." Evan ordered, "First the boots."

I was reluctant to set my bare foot on that wet clammy floor. Clots of paper towels and toilet paper lay in soggy clumps here and there, but I looked at Evan and realized that I would never get through this day if I didn't appease him. I bent over to unzip the boots, then thinking for a moment I turned around and did it again, so that Evan could see my pussy while I did it.

Stepping onto the cold, damp floor sent shivers up my spine. I lifted my dress, watching Evan over my shoulder, unable to believe that I had sunk so low as to become the sex slave of a thirteen year old boy. He watched with big eyes, showing the intensity of a child waiting patiently for his ice cream at dessert.

I lifted the dress up and over my head, baring myself to him utterly, again, like I had bared my ass to the children a little while earlier: Willingly. He smiled and grinned, pulling his thin cock out of his pants, eagerly awaiting the return on the favor I'd promised him. I stepped forward, slowly, each step sending pools of clammy water squishing through the toes of my tiny feet.

Loud voices carried in from the vents, making it seem as if I was parading naked through a crowd. He gestured at me to drop my dress and I complied instantly, letting it fall into the dampness. When I reached Evan he put his hand on my shoulder and shoved me downwards, I let him push me down to my knees where his thing stood waiting for me, eager to have my lick plush lips embrace his thin rigid shaft. I opened my mouth, leaned forward, and took it.

Just then about three loud guys burst into the bathroom, laughing and joking. One of them pushed on the stall door, but I had drawn the latch. I was terrified that the latch would break, that one of them would see my legs under the high walls of the stall, or that they'd need to use the toilet and wait until Evan and I came out. Evan didn't seem to care, he was still rigidly erect, and he thrust, perhaps unconsciously, reminding me that I had a job to do.

I started to suck him, trying to be quiet, hoping that the boisterous crowd would go away quickly while I worked on Evan. I knew that at thirteen he wouldn't last long, and I was right. Within a few seconds he started to come, not even giving me the chance to put my hand to my sex and start stroking myself.

His semen started to pulse in rapid jerks, filling my mouth with a rich, slightly salty taste, and a faint hint of bleach. It wasn't as good as the briny flavor of the homeless mans cum, but then I didn't have the bitterly sour taste of rancid cock to contend with either. It was certainly better tasting than the strong acidity of the first boy in the changing stall.

I thought to myself as Evan's vibrations shook him out of me, sending the last few drops across my jaw and chest, that I might be able to swallow his stuff after all. Taking a hesitant gulp I confirmed this, realizing that I could do that on a regular basis.

That shocked me. The thought of routinely taking Evan's cum in my mouth filled me with humiliation and shame. The realization that I had zoned out again in the face of total submission and let myself be used, Hell, the thought that I'd offered myself up to be taken like a free whore made me want to be sick. But Evan stood in front of me expectantly, his little dick shriveling up, a glob of white dangling off the end.

I gulped down the rest of the jizz in my mouth, suppressed a grimace and said, quietly, so the guys in the bathroom wouldn't hear, "Not bad." I only hoped that this little excursion would keep Evan off my back until Mickey and I had gotten home where I could begin to deal with everything that was happening to me.

Evan stood there, still waiting for something, and I realized he was waiting for me to lick the last drop off his withered dick. He was acting like he was holding out a treat for me, like eating cum was a present, and that I was a slut, addicted to its acidic flavor.

Nevertheless I leaned forward and lapped up the last drop of Evan's little gift, even licking and smacking my lips for effect.

He beamed down at me, "You can have some whenever you want." He smiled proudly, "You really like sucking on guys don't you?"

I didn't answer, but smiled at him as I stood up and walked over to retrieve my now sopping wet dress. I did my best to wring it out, Evan didn't help, he just stood there watching me walk around naked, grinning as I struggled to pull the damp fabric over my voluptuous body. My dress had been tight before, but now it seemed to melt on to me, clinging with cold wet friction to the curves of my body, making the already visible shape of my breast a clear outline, as if I had been painted with wet velvet. I pushed the ratted hair back, letting it rest slick on my neck and shoulders, then picked up my boots and my bags, gesturing for Evan to check the bathroom now that it was quiet.

The coast was clear, but on my way out I ran into a couple of kids coming in. They stared in shock at me, a busty, scantily clad women whose clothes were soaked coming out of their bathroom. I meekly mentioned that I had though it was the woman's and scurried away from them, turning around the building to go and employ the woman's restroom for real, but there was a metal grate welded to the front of it. A small placard read that because of vandalism the bathroom was closed. It directed women to go use the porta-potty's in the parking lot across the street, but I didn't need to pee, I needed a mirror and a clean sink.

Evan was following a few steps behind me as I sought out a quiet place where I could wash myself, shave the edges of my pubic hair and change into the incredibly small and revealing bathing suit that I would wear under the body suit that Mickey was bringing. I had to be able to pretend that everything was normal when he arrived, but the large amounts of cum on my body and my disaster area of a hairdo and make-up job wouldn't allow that.

My back was to the door of the woman's bathroom. I guess Evan thought that the wall that jutted out to block the doorway from view was private enough because he walked up and copped a feel, pushing his hand right into my thighs, his fingers probing my wet crotch. I started to jump, to turn and shout at him, but remembering the position I was in.

I made it seem like I had been startled, and I smiled up at him. That must have given him the wrong idea, since he dug his fingers deeper, probing into my vagina, making me spread my legs a little to keep him from pulling on my skin, and to make it a little more comfortable for me. This of course, encouraged him to plunge in deeper yet, until his knuckled were grinding into me.

Oh well, it might as well have belonged to him by then. Would I ever have the courage to make him stop?

"You must really like sex a lot," Evan said. "To be so ready all the time." He continued to push and rub with his fingers, grinding his thumb against my asshole, probably in ignorance, which hurt, but felt good at the same time.

I opened my mouth to correct him, but when I realized that the honest answer was that I like having my pussy played with more, which was exactly what he was doing, I just gaped.

"How come giving blow jobs makes you so wet."

What could I say, because the thought of having him tell Mickey what I had done terrified me, and being scared made me want to hide and fuck myself? How could I explain something like that to a thirteen year old boy who I was letting grope me?

Suddenly he stopped, starting to remove his fingers from my vagina. "Don't!" I gasped, not aware until that moment, how involved I had been getting with his clumsy fingers.

Evan stared for a moment, not saying anything. Desperate to go back to the nothing state, the place where I wasn't aware of being blackmailed and molested by a child I reached down in front of me and pushed his fingers back up inside of me, "I like it when you do that," I admitted.

"That's what turns you on? Getting... fingered?" he asked, almost embarrassed to say the word.

I wanted to shake my head, but the sensations inside me were too strong and I didn't want to have to explain to Evan that being humiliated was what made me so wet. Not because it turned me on, but because I had conditioned myself my whole life to get horny whenever I was scared, embarrassed, or uncomfortable.

I let him rub me, shoving his fingers deeper inside me, while I rubbed my clitoris, rapidly racing towards another climax. I was almost blind to the woman and her little girl who had turned the corner to use the woman's restroom. I was oblivious to the hundreds of beachgoers who frolicked on the sand just a little ways away. When I finally came, not as violently as I had with the kids, or especially with the brutal clerk in the convenience store, but it was strong enough to send me into Evans shaking arms, heaving and panting.

He pulled down my skirt when I turned my back to the beach, perhaps the only kind thing he had ever done for me. In the afterglow of my orgasm I kissed him with such a passion as to make me wonder if I ever had kissed a man before. He kissed back a bit, but he was clumsy, and I knew from Mickey that he had never kissed a girl before.

I felt his teeth as he blindly sought to know what to do, but that didn't stop me as I smothered his thin curved lips in my thick soft mouth that had only recently received his shaft in total submission. I licked him with the tongue that had tasted and lapped up his salty cum, grinding my body into his with the last heaving shudders of my orgasm. Finally he caught up with me, putting one arm around me, the other on my ass and he kissed me back, the little boy starting, finally, to learn to be a man, now that he had a woman who would have him.

I had given myself willingly to his perversions twice. Both times out of fear, but never did he have to resort to force to make me expose myself for him, to bare my breasts and pussy for his twisted thirteen year old desires. I had agreed to let him see me naked, and to eat his cum when we leave the horrible beach and that meant that life would never go back to normalcy. I would always be at my fiancée's little brother's beck and call, ready to be his willing vessel to receive his sperm. Ready to expose myself for his budding manhood. Ready to introduce him to the nature of womanhood, and how it is designed to serve a man. And only how, for that matter.

There would be no give and take with Evan. He would ask and I would deliver. My reward would be the shame and humiliation that brought about the need for the mind numbing release of an orgasm. I had just revealed to Evan how much I craved such a feeling, that I would let him take me any place in the hopes of such a blissful escape from shame. He may not have learned it that day, but it certainly couldn't be long before he figured out how to lord that knowledge over me. He could conceivably make me do anything he wanted. Just so long as I thought I would receive my reward.

Crushed up against him, my mouth locked on his, I felt his fingers exploring the fold of my butt cheek. He would poke it with his fingers, lift up my butt, then let it fall and trap his fingers. The he would caress my labia from behind, and with the slick fingers he would run his fingers along the lines of my ass again. Letting the kiss slow down and stop I realized that the feeling was gone. I was again, disheveled and hardly dressed in public, alive with the knowledge that I had just surrendered my body to a child, that I might never be free of his desires.

As our mouths fell apart I saw Evan gazing at me with a look of both pride and possessiveness, adoration and contempt. Something inside me seized up and pinched tight, but as earlier, there was no reassuring warmth. Nothing to promise the sensuous return for my submission but the memory of my fading orgasm. Then I remembered that Mickey was coming, and I still had to get ready.

"When Mickey gets here," I pleaded, "we won't say anything, all right?"

"I want to do it again." Evan said, cocking an eyebrow and putting his hands on my hips. He was testing me, I knew it. Perhaps he was afraid that if he let me leave I wouldn't be his slave any more.

"But Evan, if Mickey gets here and sees me like this he'll know something happened."

Evan frowned and crossed his arms. I was tempted with the urge to lift my dress for him again, but we were in public, shielded though we might be.

"If Mickey sees me like this I'll have to explain." I stepped right up against him and putting my mouth to his ear went on, "I have your juice on my breasts," I was smashing my chest into his crossed arms, "It's in my hair and running down my belly," I kissed him lightly. "I can still taste it," I whispered lastly and finally saw it dawn on Evan that if Mickey saw all that semen on me then not only would Mickey beat the crap out of him, but that I would be gone for good.

Evan looked at the ground, then stepped out onto the sand and looked around. Then he looked back at me defiantly with a frown and said, "There's some showers down the beach." He looked at the ground again, "I'll be at the burger joint." The burger joint was where Mickey and Arnold were supposed to hitch up with us. With all I'd been through that day I still couldn't believe that I'd only been dropped off little over an hour ago.

Evan looked up at me again, jerking his head while looking at my dress' hem. I felt the cold chill again, but complied with his wishes and lifted up my skirt, just enough for him to see my pussy. He twirled his fingers and I turned around, hiking the dress up over my ass. Then I bent over so he could see my puffy labia protruding from between my legs. He looked for a moment, then with a huff stomped off, leaving me to quickly yank down my skirt.

I walked down the beach for a long ways before I caught sight of a few small buildings. I was right where the beach ran into the highway and there was a large scenic outlook with a largely empty parking lot. I presumed the buildings were restrooms for the drivers. Walking along the beach I didn't attract as much attention as I had by the stores, probably because being wet and half dressed was normal on the beach. Most of my make-up was gone and I'd gone and left my boots with Evan, so there wasn't much left to identify me as a fish-out-of-water Goth at the beach.

People pretty much accepted me as I was. There were a few sunbathers, mostly guys who sat up and stared as I walked too close to them, giving them an inadvertent glimpse of my nude cheeks and my pussy as I took large clumsy steps in the hot sand. I did my best to avoid these, and always hurried away.

Looking back over my shoulder I saw a couple of guys sitting up and staring at me. The closer I got to the buildings the more sparse the crowd became. At this end of the beach there were breaker waves and lots of large rocks in the water, so even wading was unsafe, which was fine by me. I had had enough of crowds and was ready for a little privacy.

When I reached the buildings I saw that one of them was a bathroom like the one I had been in before. Two of them were little outhouse shaped shower stalls, built out of wood with lean-to shaped roofs set about a foot above the walls allowing the person in the shower to see all around them. Of course they were probably made for someone taller than myself, I was only 5'5" and had to stand on tippy-toe to see inside, even then I couldn't see down inside of it.

The first stall I checked was rusted out and someone had obviously put a lot of effort into vandalizing it. The second one was in much better shape, though it certainly needed a cleaning. The only problem was that it was right next to the parking lot and there were already two cars parked there. I saw a middle-aged man playing with his dog not far away and there were two old ladies walking past me as I contemplated the stall.

I was certainly apprehensive about stripping down in this little box. The idea of being naked while only a thin, low, wooden door separated me from any number of pedestrians made me more scared than ever, sending the fleeting moments of security away as quickly as they had come. But I had to do it, Mickey was coming, and I had to appear normal, otherwise explain why I had let so many men see me naked, let them grope me, cum on me, and cum in my mouth.

I had never before tasted sperm, now I had sampled three men and committed myself to doing it again and again with the third. I had even let two of them and a child have sex with me. How many men had laid their hands on me today, certainly more than had ever in my life all combined. I was fortunate that I hadn't had to take anyone's cum inside my vagina.

To me that was the ultimate degradation next to swallowing their sperm, to take a man's sperm unwillingly. In a way it was worse, since their sperm would then be deep inside me, and since I had always made Mickey wear condoms I wasn't protected. How many men had almost impregnated me today I didn't want to think about.

The one thing I knew for certain was that Mickey would never accept my explanation that I was simply scared when I opened my mouth and let that strange teenager put the penis in my mouth that had started the ordeal.

I would simply have to pretend nothing had happened and hope Evan did as much himself. Considering all that I had been through, however, getting naked in the shower stall didn't seem like such a leap. But since I had been so brutalized today, stepping through the rickety door I was reminded of all the penis', I could taste all the cum, and I was terrified that it would happen again.

With a Herculean effort I made it through the doorway, dropped my bag and with single-minded determination pulled my dress up, but froze halfway up. I closed my eyes, and for some reason saw Evan standing defiantly with his arms crossed. Somehow that pushed me over the edge and within a moment I was naked. All around me I saw the bright blue sky, the world seemed to be buried. Pinholes of light shed in from narrow cracks in the weathered wood and a cool breeze blew through the screened openings that revealed the azure blue sky.

I reached for the shower nozzle and cranked it hard, ready for an ice-cold blast of water to wash the scum and sperm away. But nothing came. I heard a faint gurgle, but no water cam out. I looked at the floor, it was bone dry, a cement depression surrounded by a short brick ledge with a grate in the center of it all.

Disappointed hardly began to describe how I felt, but resigned I let go of the nozzle and reached for my baggie of clothes hanging from a hook on the door. I would just have to go over to the bathrooms to clean up my face when I was done, but first I had to shave my pubic hair and get into that suit so I wouldn't have to flash every man I stepped near.

I poured some of the glycerin onto my hand and started to work it into the edges of my pubic hair, rubbing it liberally into my very sensitive labia. Doing that made me realize that I was basically alone, and the hormonal rush from having locked myself in my room so many nights came back with a mad passion. My clitoris was sore and swollen, but my lips were engorged and as I rubbed my lubricated fingers deep into my dampening folds I felt myself gasping with pleasure.

With my eyes tight shut and my heaving breath I didn't notice a rattling at the door, but when I finally heard it my eyes popped open and I saw a face peering down over the top of the door. It was a black face with long dreadlocks and a wiry beard.

It was in fact the same man who had seen me eating the cum of the bum behind the dumpster.

He pulled again on the door, and the flimsy copper latch broke. He stood there watching me for several long seconds while I slowly stroked myself, my hands gliding over the smooth lubricated folds of my sex. I didn't stop, I couldn't stop I was so terrified of him, this great fat black beast leering down at me from so high up. I had nowhere to go. I was locked in. All I could do was stroke myself and try to make it all go away. When I saw him pull out his penis I simply upped the tempo, grinding my palm into my clitoris while I buried my fingers into my moistened cunt.

His cock was thick, thicker than any I had ever seen before, not that I had seen many, but not so big as I had been led to believe of black men. It hung just past the end of his hand, not quite hard yet, and he hefted it as if it weighed a ton to pull his testicles out from his pants. The whole ensemble stuck out from under a thick, wide belly. He pulled on it once, all the time staring at me with a wide blank expression. I said before that I get hit on a lot by black men, well, considering that he still wasn't hard and that he looked at me straight in the eye I had to conclude that he was either pretty drunk or pretty far gone on something.

Then he started to pee.

He had aimed it at my feet, but as the jet grew in force it climbed up my legs, the thick warm stream showering the dried cum from my thighs as I stroked myself with a violent ferocity.

He had come into this stall to pee, and he didn't care that I was there, he had to go. All I was to him was something to pee on. This was worse than the other men, to whom I was nothing more than a body to fuck, or a mouth to come in. I was now a receptacle for human waste, and as the piss splashed my hands I rubbed myself even harder, but it wasn't enough to make the humiliation and shame go away.

The warm yellow fluid ran under my fingertips, mixing with my juices as I ran my fingers deeper and deeper into me, trying to make the man vanish, but the whole time staring mesmerized at him while he fixated me with his stare. Then he stole a glance down at my body, shooting out two last squirts of piss, both hitting me square in the chest, a few drops splattering my face. I looked down at his hand and saw that his thing had grown a bit. It was now much thicker than the store clerk's, but not much longer than Mickey's, about seven inches. It was stiff, sticking straight out, and it was getting closer.

I looked up at the black man as he stepped up to me, the shower stall door swinging shut behind him. I tried to back away, but had nowhere to go. Stepping on the ledge that kept water from running out onto the street I shot up, nearly to the height of the black man, and then smelled his fetid breath just a moment before his hands clutched my breasts violently.

"Please!" I cried, but I didn't know what I was asking for. I felt his thick stubby dick jabbing me in the thigh and I put a shaking hand down to touch it. "Do y- you want me to suck you?" I asked gibbering with fear.

He smiled, and leaned hard into me moving his hands down instead to clutch my ass pulling my hips close to him while shoving me hard against the rickety wooden wall. Resigned to what would happen next I twisted my hips the way he was pulling and bent my knees, spreading my thighs apart.

I took his penis and gingerly guided it to my hole. Then, carefully I worked myself down onto the fat shaft which filled me up so deeply inside that I thought someone had inflated a balloon inside me. He began to push, causing me to gasp for air with every thrust. His hot, sour wine breath pelted me as his thick wiry beard scratched my face. His strong hands grappled with my wide flanks, pulling them apart, digging deep into the supple flesh of my ass as he continued to pump deep inside me, splitting me in two.

Supported by his firm grip I lifted my legs involuntarily, trying to ease the pressure on the walls of my vagina. His weight kept me pinned to the back wall which creaked uncomfortably under my bare back. I wrapped my legs around his sides, but he was too fat for me to reach around him. With some effort I extracted my hands from the weight of his tummy and clutched his shoulders, as much to keep from slipping down as to have something to squeeze to fend off the insufferable stuffing which was not so much painful as it was incredibly intrusive.

I surrendered myself wholly to this man's primal instincts, twisting my hips to accommodate his thrusts. Thankfully I had been sopping wet down there, not to mention soaked with glycerin, so he had had no trouble filling me up. The further I twisted my hips and spread my legs the deeper he was able to plunge his shaft inside me, hammering away at my insides, his thick belly mashing down on my chest, tummy, and bush. I could feel the pressure it created with every thrust of his penis on my clitoris, grinding my little bud into his driving shaft.

I could smell his thick secretions of sweat combined with recumbent filth accumulated from years of living on the streets. I knew that he was spreading that filth all over my cum splattered, urine drenched body, and pushing it deep inside my hole as the first bum who had raped me had tried to do. The rape seemed to go on forever, I was on the verge of fainting.

I could feel his thick hot drool running down my cheek which he rested his mouth against as he hunched over trying to force himself further and further up inside me. His sweat was all over me, I could feel it running down my sides in thick runnels, pooling up in the thick folds of skin that I had made in my scrunched up position.

Then he seized up, thrusting so hard that he practically bounced me in the air, locking his arms around me painfully, his coarse scratchy lips smashed against mine, panting and heaving his fetid breath into my mouth, drooling onto my wide lips, almost as wide as his thick black mouth. His orgasm racked up inside me, I couldn't feel it but my mind raced with images of giant blobs splattering into my unprotected cervix, racing into my uterus, big black sperm seeking out my defenseless egg.

He had been motionless for several seconds when I dared to open my eyes. I started to bring my legs down, shifting my weight to take some of it off of his strong hands. His calm dark eyes were calm, but bloodshot now. When my feet found the ledge he lightened his grip on my buttocks, caressing them gently now, running one finger up and down the length of my crack like Mickey does sometimes, but also rubbing my anus.

I have to admit that after the violent thrusting it felt good and I relaxed into his soft round girth, letting him caress me, letting his lips flutter over mine, feeling his shaft soften inside me but still filling me up. I didn't dare try to push myself off of him, and I waited for him to get bored. He removed one hand from my butt and brought it up to cradle my breast, which swung free in the motion. He gently ran his callused finger over the nipple, watching it intently.

Not knowing what to do I started to gently knead his shoulders. He obviously wanted a little after-play, or perhaps to appreciate my body which he had not bothered to do before ravishing me and planting his seed inside me. I played along, even kissing him on the cheek. "That was great," I whispered, and as his eyes darted at mine I gave him a cautious open-mouthed kiss.

Returning the kiss in kind he would have been a much better kisser than Evan had the sour smell not been accompanied by a sour taste, but I didn't stop him. I just wanted to satisfy him so he would leave me alone. I still had to shave and clean up and Mickey was probably already at the restaurant waiting for me. The thought of facing Mickey for some reason didn't bother me. I had never much cared about him sexually. But Arnold and Evan, could I look them in the eye, they who so openly lusted after me, Evan who practically owned me, could I let them see me without being aware of how cheapened I had become? That I had become the drinker of other men's sperm and now had taken a giant black mans semen in my vagina?

Finally the black mans penis had shrunk enough that the force of my pussy pushed it out. I felt it fall wetly against my thigh, and felt my vagina closing up behind it, a great pressure on my inside had been released, like that sore and uncomfortable feeling you get right after you poo. He let go of my ass, which I again had to admit left me feeling kind of let down, losing the one source of small pleasure I had felt I was left with the sore emptiness in my tummy, a scratched and bruised backside, and still no hope for a shower.

He took a step back, looking me over. I looked him over, he was more repulsive than before. Rather than tall and proud as when he had come in he was slumped and tired, his great belly sticking out even further over his fat dick, which was dribbling a long dangly trail of cum.

I was still terrified of him, and hoped he was ready to leave now that he had had his fun, but I didn't want to offend him, and when I saw him look down at his cum capped shaft I went to my knees. Down here the smell was worse, but not as bad as the first bums. His penis had been cleansed in the deluge of my own juices, but the odor of urine and other bacteria was still strong.

Nevertheless I reached out and took his penis with my mouth, the act almost forming a habitual nature so often had I been made to do it in the past couple of hours. My hands planted on the ground I could hardly reach up to the man's thick black penis, which I had little trouble taking inside my wide mouth, though I had to open it all the way. I lapped up the trailing vestiges of semen off of the head, noticing the familiar briny taste that the other bum had had, and gulping it down with no problem.

In fact, after I was done I licked my lips to get the last remnants and returned to suck a new drop that had leaked out of his penis, an effort that rewarded me with another surge of rich briny sperm. I sucked again, trying to milk more of the jizz from the black bum's cock, but at last he pushed my head off of his flaccid shaft, pushed it back into the folds of his pants, turned around and disappeared out the door, leaving me kneeling in a puddle of his piss formed in the obviously backed up drain. I rolled the last drops of semen around on my tongue for a moment before swallowing it, wishing he had not planted so much inside me.

Then, as usual, I caught myself. I don't know how I kept myself from screaming out loud, but instead I collapsed in a fetal ball into the puddle of cooling piss, shivering at the memory of my having so willingly dropped down to my knees to give up the last of my dignity to the man who had just raped me. It was so much worse than it would have been had I let the clerk have me. Perhaps he would have been nice, he certainly cared a lot about pleasing me, which was more than any of the bums had done.

But there I was lying face down in a pool of piss instead, wishing I had let a violent ogre of a man finish raping me and plant his seed in me while lying on my back on a counter top in a convenience store. I had sunk pretty low. Scarcely a single man had touched me without forcing his shaft into my mouth, and I felt for a moment that I'd never eat real food again, but live on a diet of semen for the rest of my life. If only Evan's sperm tasted as good as that of the bums.

That thought woke me up. I jerked up to my knees and remembered again where I was and what I had to do. I would just shave myself, get dressed, and leave. I picked up the razor off the floor where I had set it next to the glycerin, only the glycerin had been tipped over and now mixed with the pee to form the puddle I was kneeling in. My crotch was still well lubricated, glycerin doesn't readily rub off, but when I reached down between my crotch to feel for wetness I realized I had no reason to worry.

Thick runnels of the black mans semen were filling up the folds of my labia. The semen that had just moments before been so succulent to me now disgusted me. It served as a bold reminder of the violent intrusion I had experienced, a final insult dripping out of my most private, well until recently, regions.

I had nothing to wash myself off with but the puddle of piss, so I had no choice but to live with it. I started to work on my bush, shaving it off in big wads, not caring any more about my tan line, just determined to get the job done. After a couple strokes I realized I had nothing to clean the razor with, so gritting my teeth I shook it out in the puddle of pee and continued.

When I reached my labia I had completely shaved the front portion bald. Clumps of dried semen and filth from the day's misadventures had left it a knotted mass and I was glad to be free of the whole mess. I then sat down with my back to the wall, trying to ignore the cold piss that welled around my butt cheeks and sent shivers where it touched my asshole. I spread my legs wide apart, and pulled my lips together where the chafing would be worst. The sperm continued to dribble out, coating my lips with its gooey essence, but being so close I didn't stop or try to clean myself, I just shaved another patch and dipped it in the puddle of pee.

That's when the door opened up and two boys stood staring. I stared back in half a panic for a moment, but had been hit so many times that day, a couple more 7 or 8 year old kids didn't keep me stunned for long. "Shut the door!" I ordered. But one stood defiantly, "The men's bathrooms are out of order, so my dad told me to use this!"

I looked back at them, they were both, of course gawking at me, astonished to see a naked woman much less one in such a position. I wondered for a moment if they knew what it was that was running out of my vagina in thick creamy strands into the puddle I sat in. "What are you doing?" the same boy asked, a short kid with short brown hair. Behind them I saw that the parking lot had begun to fill up, people were walking back and forth.

"I'm shaving," I pleaded, "Please close the door." I was futilely trying to contain the flow of jism from my vagina with one hand. The other had gone modestly to my nipples, spreading semen all over them.

The short boy's friend had tried to tug him away from the door, but was ignored, "Why are you shaving?"

"Can't you see I'm naked? Please just leave me alone."

"Well, let me come in and we will." The boy declared. I felt a strange crawling feeling creep up over me, and once again, I knew I was under yet another mans power. I nodded, and the boy came in, his clumsy toes splashing piss everywhere while the other boy looked I the doorway which he held slightly ajar.

"Where am I supposed to go?" the boy asked, for some reason ignoring the fact that I was still spread-eagled on the ground beneath him. I made a defiant gesture indicating the puddle I was sitting in. "The drain's backed up..." I started to say, but the boy wasted little time in pulling his tiny thing out and letting go right between my legs a jet-stream of piss that made the puddle foam and sent streams of heat over my freezing buttocks and into my frozen anus.

My shock was abated for a moment as the soothing heat flowed over me, but as the boys piss stream built up it moved and struck me right where I had been shaving. I stared up in horror and fury as preadolescent pee pummeled my vagina, held open and exposed, washing the steady dribble of black mans semen into the growing puddle I was sitting in. He was smiling, and began to move his thing around, thoroughly bathing my crotch, rinsing off the rogue hairs that I had shaved off, leaving my lips smooth and shiny with little yellow droplets forming where the glycerin had been rubbed.

I dropped the razor, standing up enraged, the piss splashing all over me. Trying to avoid his stream I knocked my head on the wall, and slipped, barely catching myself on the wall as my breasts swung about violently until I regained my balance by grabbing the boy's shoulders. My chest was right up against his face, and he stopped urinating as he pulled his head back to avoid being swatted by my bosom, each one being easily the size of his boyish head. "Get the fuck out of here!" I demanded, shaking him.

"I'm gonna tell my dad!" He screamed, crying.

Again, the thought of being humiliated before an adult after having been exposed to children filled me with terror. "No," I pleaded. "Don't do that." I tried to force a smile, "It's just not polite to pee on people like that." But as quickly as the words were out of my mouth I felt the warm jet pelting me, this time in the tummy, running down into my crotch, the hot liquid shooting straight up.

As degrading as it was it started to feel very good. Were it not for the smell... I wanted to throttle him, but I just smiled and glanced at his friend who was watching with glee. He stuck a finger out, pointing at my pussy and said, "You got stuff comin' out of your coochie!"

I let go of the other boy and looked down. Indeed, the bum's sperm was dangling from the part in my labia in a long gooey tail, the boys piss running over my lips and dripping off the end of the trail of jizz that had dripped down from deep inside me to hang between my parted legs. The boy in front of me stopped peeing again to look, and I scooped it up with a free hand. "It's just soap," I tried to explain, cupping my cunt as much out of modesty as to staunch the endless flow of jizz from my once very private and sheltered sex.

Now with the hair gone it was more exposed than ever and I was humiliated to realize that two small children had been the first to see my loins. For years I had had men trying to sleep with me, treating me like a sex object, goosing me in crowds, calling me names, all sorts of thing. I knew it was because of my large chest, wide hips and comparatively narrow waist, not because I am particularly beautiful.

I also knew that most men think that Goth girls are sluts, which is goes to show you that most men don't think. Most of us are rather monogamous, and will only date Goth guys who respect our bodies as much as our minds.

Today, however, it seemed that I had become the object everyone treated me like, and had thus plummeted to a level that deserves no respect, dignity, or even the right to refuse any man her body for anything. As I stood there legs bowed, clutching myself to contain a handful of sperm forced inside me by a large black bum while two little boys pissed on me and laughed at me while I smiled good-humoredly at them I became convinced that I was indeed a sex object. I was nothing more than a hole to be fucked. At the mercy of any man who might turn his gaze my way.

"That's not soap!" the short boy insisted.

I smiled. "No it's not," I admitted.

"Well what is it then?" the other boy prodded, while the short boy grabbed my boob.

I started to pull away, but as he pinched and squeezed it I relaxed and let him explore. He was only six or seven, he didn't really know what a breast was for. "It's a man's cum." I said, responding to their quizzical looks with. "It's what comes out of a man's penis when he..." I realized the horror of illustrating the act of sex to these boys. What if they wanted to try it? "When he rubs his penis."

"Why's he rub his penis?"

The other boy blurted out, "Because it feels good, my dad told me all about it. She was letting a man rub her in there," he pointed at my pussy, his finger bare millimeters away from the split of my labia sticking out over my hand. "Now she's gonna have a baby." The thought of that made me shudder, and he continued, "Why are you holding it like that?"

The other boy laughed, "Are you gonna eat it?" they both burst out laughing.

"Eat it!" they shouted together.

I smiled, trying to laugh with them, but for some reason I was remembering the taste of the black man as I willingly kneeled in his piss and put my lips over the head of his cock. Scooping the puddled goo out of my bare, shiny labia I raised my cupped hands to my pouting mouth. My legs were shaking as I tried to force a laugh for the boy's sake, but when I slowly pushed my tongue out over my bottom lip to slurp up the puddle of cum I was stung with the acrid bitter taste of the boys piss.

Looking up I could see they were both staring at me wide eyed, expectantly, in their innocence forgetting all about my nudity. I stuck my tongue into the puddle, the strong briny taste rolling onto my tongue through the bitter watery pee and started to lap it up. I Slurped the goo into my mouth in great gulps, letting the jizz roll around on my tongue as it made its way towards my throat and down into my tummy.

Both boys were making sounds of disgust, but I let myself get enraptured in the act of degrading myself further for these boys by the familiar heady flavor of the homeless man's strong semen. It wasn't as good as the pure stuff was, it wasn't as pleasant as having gotten to lick it right from the source... The slamming door shocked me. The boys were gone. I could hear them running away and laughing.

Cum utterly covered my mouth and chin and I scrambled to finish the mess and get on with dressing myself. Licking my fingers clean and pushing what cum had run down to my chin I realized that my bag was no longer hanging on the door! Had the boys taken it? Standing on the ledge I propped myself up to look over the doorway. There on the sidewalk were my bag and my dress. They must have been knocked down when the boys ran off.

I looked around the parking lot, and to my horror saw several people, some teenagers skateboarding at the far end of the lot, a couple of girls in bikini's with their tight, hard bodies walking towards the beach. To my right, only a couple cars away from the one parked in front of the shower stall I was in, I saw two middle aged men, conservative but working class types eyeballing the girls. The kids were no longer in sight.

Watching the girls I calculated that the men would be looking the other way as they got closer to the beach so I waited for my moment, knots building up inside me, heat flushing my loins, my legs and hands shaking like leaves in a storm. When the moment was right I didn't hesitate.