My dating life in high school consisted of the boy taking me out to a cheap place to eat. If I was lucky, I got a meal out of it, and then we would go somewhere and fuck. Most of the time, however, it was just meeting them somewhere or them picking me up and then going somewhere private. There I would give them a blowjob, we would fuck, and I would go or be taken home. Sometimes it was just a blowjob, depending on who it was and where we were at.
When the two boys in high school fucked me they did take me to eat and to the movies. We went to a Chic Fila; I did have to buy my own soda and Junior Mints at the movie theater, however. After the movie, we drove to the parking lot of an abandoned and long-closed K-mart. Once they pulled into the parking lot and then around to the back of the building, I knew what was going to happen.
Before then I thought the boy who asked me out was going to drop off his friend and then he and I would fuck. Brent was my age and, like me at the time, seventeen, and I went to school with him. The other boy, Gary, was nineteen and had already graduated high school. I didn’t ask any questions or protest but just accepted that both boys were going to fuck me. I had never had two boys fuck me together before and it might be fun, I thought.
Neither boy was very attractive or even cute. Brent had a seriously bad case of constant blackhead break out on his forehead. Gary had a round, pug face with squinty eyes that reminded me of a drawing of a bully in an old comic strip. But when Brent asked me out, I didn’t have any plans or hope of plans for that Saturday night.
It was not like I had any female friends that I could hang out with, have a pajama party, and do stupid things like do each other’s nails and braid each other’s hair or any of that nonsense. It was better than staying home and sitting in my room while I listened to the foster parents I lived with at the time bitch and moan about me and that the state was not paying them enough money. They would rather I go out anyway and not be at home around meal times so they would not have to waste money the state gave them to take care of me by buying food to feed me.
When I look back at all the foster parents I had, which I try not to, they were probably the best. Not because they cared about me, but because they ignored me. They didn’t care if I skipped classes or school as long as I didn’t miss so much school that my case worker was called. They didn’t care what grades I made or if I did my homework or not. They didn’t care if I came home or not when I went out. They preferred it when I was not around.
As long as I was at home and all smiling and happy when my case worker did his checks on my wellbeing was all that mattered to them. To them, I was just a paycheck from the state. I didn’t care and when my case worker came to do his checks, I would tell him they were the best foster parents I ever had. I had a good thing going with them and I didn’t want to mess it up. The three of us had an unspoken agreement. They left me alone and as long as I played happy for my caseworker, things went smoothly.
I was in the passenger seat while Brent was driving and Gary sat in the seat behind me. Brent drove the van on a path that led into the wooded area behind the abandoned store. When we were about thirty yards in he parked the car and turned it off and looked at me. I smiled and leaned in and he leaned towards me and we started kissing. He was a sloppy kisser, and his tongue was all over the place.
After about twenty seconds of kissing, he reached up and started mashing my boobs hard. It hurt, so I removed his hand as he was slobbering on my neck as he was kissing and sucking it. I pulled back, smiled at Brent, looked in the back, and saw Gary staring at me with a lustful look. I then pulled off my tee shirt, reached behind me to unhook my bra, and removed it. I knew what they wanted to see.
“God damn,” I heard Gary exclaim. “Those are some huge tits.”
“I told you, man,” Brent said as he was staring at my breasts. “Look at those nipples. Fuck, they’re amazing. They don’t even sag down.”
I smiled. While not as big as they are now, I did have amazing breasts at seventeen with nice, light brown nipples. I didn’t have very large areolas like some girls I have seen with large breasts, but they were a little larger than girls with small boobs. My nipples were erect due to the sudden exposure to the night air and not from arousal. and poked out nicely.
Brent was not a hundred percent accurate when he said my boobs didn’t sag. While firm, due to their size and gravity, they do drop a little, but they don’t sag. They aren’t fake boobs filled with silicone gel to help them stand up on their own like the girls with boobs around my size I see in the porn I watch.
Brent’s clumsy attempt to kiss me and kiss my neck and the way he mashed my boob did very little to turn me on, and my pussy was not wet yet. I was now thinking that maybe I’ll just give them both a blowjob and then have them take me home. They were doing nothing to arouse me and getting fucked by both of them was no longer appealing.
Brent grabbed me and pulled me to him so he could kiss me again, but I pulled back. I didn’t want him to kiss me because he was not a good kisser at all and I wanted to get this over with.
“Pull down your pants,” I told him. “I want to suck your dick.”
Brent grinned, unbuttoned his jeans, and pulled down his pants and underwear in one motion. He looked at the back seat to his friend.
“I told, man, I fucking told you, didn’t I?” he said with a lot of enthusiasm in his voice. “I told you this bitch would fuck us both, didn’t I?”
I ignored him and got on my knees in the seat, leaned over, and took his penis in my mouth. It was not anything special but not anything bad either. His cock was average. No better or no worse than any other guy I had given a blowjob to or been fucked by.
I went down about halfway on his cock and pulled my head up and went back down again.
“Fuck, she sure knows how to suck a dick,” Brent told his older friend.
I would have laughed if I didn’t have a penis in my mouth. I had just started, so how could he know how good I gave a blowjob? That just confirmed a suspicion I had when I received his sloppy kisses. I was very sure Brent was a virgin. Not that it mattered to me. At least it would get it over with quickly.
Just as I thought, Brent did not last long, but as I was sucking his cock, I did start to get aroused. Not because I was doing what I was doing, but because of the things I overheard from the boys.
“That’s it, whore, suck that dick,” Gary said from the back. “Take that cock down your fucking throat.”
“Yeah, suck it, bitch,” Brent added. “I knew you were a fucking slut like everyone told me you were.”
There were other verbal comments like that from both of them, and Brent reached down and started to pinch my nipples hard. I liked how hard he pinched them and the pain seemed to excite me more.
“Deep throat that dick, bitch,” I heard Gary tell me. “Make the slut swallow all your cock, Brent.”
Brent placed his hand on the top of my head, but before he could push my head down, I took his penis down my throat and deep-throated him.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Brent moaned out. “God damn, that feels so good. She took my entire dick.”
“Cause she’s a whore,” Gary chimed in. “I’m going to make the slut choke on mine.”
I just kept sucking Brent’s cock, bobbing my head up and down rapidly, and deep-throating him a few times as well. I didn’t ignore their comments, though. I listened to them and got more aroused by them. My pussy was now getting wet and started to crave to be filled. It was then that I changed my mind and again decided to let them fuck me.
Brent orgasmed quickly and hard, and there was an abundant amount of cum that exploded from his cock and into my mouth. I swallowed it as quickly as it shot into my mouth.
“Fuck, the whore swallows too,” Gary commented and laughed.
After I was finished with Brent, Gary told me to get in the back with him. I climbed over the center console into the back seat. He already had his pants down and his erect penis out. His penis looked comical. I know that is terrible to say, but it did. It was like Brent’s in length, average, but it was thicker and the thickness of it made it look stubby.
The minivan had two rows of back seats. The very back row was a bench seat and was folded down and tucked under the floor of the van. The front row back seats were two bucket seats. Gary slid his seat back as far as it would go. I knelt on the floorboard of the van between his legs, brought my head down, parted my lips, and was about to take his penis in my mouth. Gary grabbed the back of my head just as my mouth touched his cock and forced my head down.
“Suck, bitch,” he told me.
He forced my head down until my lips were pressed against his pelvis and his pubic hair tickled my nose. I gagged and choked and saliva spilled out of my mouth. I could deep throat without gagging, but the quickness of how he forced his cock down my throat made me gag and choke on it. That amused Brent, and I heard him laugh.
“That’s it, slut, choke on that cock,” Brent said while he was laughing.
They had called me a bitch, whore, and slut so many times in just a short period that I came close to stopping my blowjob and reminding them of my name. I didn’t, however, because it turned me on. I had never been verbally degraded like that, and I found it arousing.
Yes, most of the guys I had sex with up until that point it was hard, rough, and they thought I was a slut. One boy was sweet and nice and was making love to me until I told him to just fuck me, but they never degraded me verbally while we had sex. They called me those names to their friends afterward, but never to me.
Even when I gave blow jobs, all the guys up unto that night in the van, let me do my thing and didn’t force their penises down my throat. They enjoyed how I sucked cock. The way Gary was making me gag and choke on his penis aroused me as much as the name-calling did.
Gary grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled it as he forced me to suck his cock. I gagged and choked a few times and was making gurgling and gulping sounds as thick, mucus-like spit ran out of my mouth. I liked how he forced me to suck his dick like that.
One time he pushed my head down, forcing me to deep-throat him, held my head still, and reached down and pinched my nose. I could not breathe and tried to push away with my hands on his thighs, but he was too strong. After several seconds, he let go and I pulled back, gasping for air, retched a few times, and had snot running out of my nose. When I was retching, large gobs of saliva came out of my mouth. The boys just laughed at my distress. I could not believe how aroused I was at that point and being treated as I was.
After I caught my breath, I looked up at Gary. “Fuck me,” I told him.
I wanted to be fucked and fucked hard, but I didn’t beg. I don’t beg to be fucked. As much as I may want it, I am not the type of girl to resort to begging to have sex. I didn’t think girls did that anyway. I had seen it in the porn videos I watched, but that was just al an act to enhance the scene. I had read erotic stories about girls begging to be fucked, but that was just fiction to make the erotic writing more interesting. Girls don’t need to resort to begging to get fucked. Guys can’t restrain themselves like that.
At least that was what I thought. I was to discover later what it was like to have such a need for a man to be inside you that your pussy aches to be filled. Your need to orgasm has you pleading, crying, sobbing, and even making him promise to give him anything he wants for him just to fuck you and make you cum. That was not that night in the van, however, that was to come years later for me.
“She likes it, Brent,” Gary told his friend. “The whore likes choking on cock.”
Gary once more pushed my head down, and I opened my mouth and he again forced me to suck his dick. Again, I was gagging and choking on his penis. Gary didn’t take long to cum after that, but he didn’t cum in my mouth. Instead, he pulled my head back by my hair, held me still, placed his cock maybe an inch from my face, and started jerking his cock hard and fast. I knew he was going to cum over my face.
Again, that was a first for me. A guy never sprayed his cum on my face. My boobs, yes, but never my face. They much preferred to see me swallow. I did open my mouth in hopes of catching some of the boy’s cum.
Gary made loud grunts as he orgasmed and painted my face with his cum. That’s’ what he did. He purposely moved his cock around so his cum would splatter all over my face and in my hair. At least I knew to close my eyes. I had gotten a boy’s cum in my eyes once when I had his fluid on my hands and wiped my eyes. Not a pleasant experience.
After Gary’s orgasm ended, he had me suck and lick his penis clean and then pulled my head back again and forced me to turn my head towards the front of the van.
“Look at this bitch’s face,” he told Brent as he laughed.
“I told you, man, I told you what she was like,” Brent replied as he laughed at me as well. “Tommy told me she was a whore and would fuck anybody.”
Tommy was a boy I had hooked up with a few times about a year before when I was sixteen years old. That was until his girlfriend Cindy found out. She was pissed, naturally, but not the type to result in physical violence. If she did I was not worried.
I had spent time in group homes and after getting my ass kicked by a group of other girls or the bully of the home several times; I learned how to take care of myself or I would continue to be prey to the predators. I still got my as kicked a few times, but they learn that when you fight back it’s not worth the trouble.
She got her revenge by helping fuel the rumors about me being a slut. Not that it bothered me at all. I guess her spreading rumors about me gave her satisfaction, however. The silly bitch didn’t even break up with Tommy.
She should have come at me with violence and then it would have been over even if she was victorious. Things would have been settled. Instead, I hooked up with Tommy one more time in his bedroom when his parents were not home.
I made sure I gave the boy the fuck of his sixteen-year-old life as I rode his cock the first time and let him fuck me from behind the second time. As I fucked him, I kept telling him how much better my pussy was than Cindy’s and how much better I fucked him than she ever could, and how much better my tits were than her small ones. He kept agreeing with me.
As I was getting dressed to leave, Tommy asked to see me again, and I told him no and that was the last time. He started whining and begging to see me again, but I again said no. He then got a little angry and tried to get me to promise not to tell anyone what we did so Cindy would not find out. I gave the boy an evil smile and told him he should have told his bitch girlfriend to keep her mouth shut, and I left.
The next day I left a note on Cindy’s locker at school letting her know I hooked up with her boyfriend one more time, that I fucked him twice, how he told me my pussy was so much better than hers, and how he begged and whined to see me again.
See, I told readers of this story I was that I used to not be a nice person and could be a bitch. Cindy still did not break up with Tommy. What a stupid cunt, I thought.
The boys were laughing at me and making crude comments about how I looked with cum on my face and in my hair, spit running down my chin, snot running out of my nose, and my eyes makeup streaked because of watery eyes. As they did, I wiped cum from around my eyes and what had stuck on my eyelids and eyelashes, and being very careful I opened one eye. Looked around for something to wipe my face but could not find anything.
Brent handed me something, and I wiped my face and looked down at what he gave me. It was my tee shirt. It was now ruined, so I just continued to use it to clean my face.
“Can you hand me my bra?” I asked Brent.
I figured they were done with me and I could have them stop by a store and give them some money and one of them could go in and buy me a cheap tee shirt to wear for when I went into the house I lived.
Yes, I had money but not given to me by my foster parents. I worked a part-time job after school and on weekends at a clothing store in the open area mall, The Limited.
“We ain’t done yet,” Gary told me. “We’re going to fuck you now.”
I was glad to hear that because after their treatment of me and their verbal humiliation, I did want to get fucked. They had me get out of the van as they moved the two bucket seats in the back. The seats were made to be easily removed to make storage room in the van.
As they were working on the seats, I stood outside the van topless and my chest started to get chilly as the night air cooled my saliva that had run down my chest and made my breasts wet and slick. I crossed my arms to cover my chest and looked at my reflection in the side view mirror.
My makeup was smeared, I had “raccoon eyes” from my mascara running and smeared, my bangs were matted to my forehead due to a large goop of Gary’s cum landing there, and overall looked a complete mess. I liked it. I thought it looked sexy.
After the boys had quickly removed the seats and placed them on the ground outside the van, Brent climbed in and spread a light blue blanket on the floorboard of the vehicle that had been folded up in the back. It was not really a blanket, but a heavy, thick, furniture pad. It was the type of pad that movers used to cover furniture so it would not get scratched. I thought that was considerate of them. I would not get carpet burns on my back and the thickness of the pad would prevent anything from digging into my back as they took turns fucking me.
“Get in,” Gary told me.
I climbed in the van through the side sliding door and sat cross-legged and waited as they determined who would go first.
“Did you bring any condoms?” Gary asked his friend.
“Ah, fuck. No, I didn’t,” Brent answered in a disappointed tone.
“I guess we could pull out,” Gary replied.
“I can’t get pregnant,” I told them.
That was true. I can’t get pregnant. Not going to explain why and how I knew in the story, but I knew I couldn’t when a doctor told me I could not.
By me telling the boys I could not get pregnant made them happy, but they still needed to decide who went first. I just sat there and looked at my fingernails as they talked. I just wished they would hurry up because I was losing my arousal and my pussy was drying up.
“Let me go first, please, Gary,” Brent pleaded with his friend. “I never fucked before.”
Brent being a virgin didn’t surprise me and I had already assumed he was.
Gary hesitated for a moment and looked at me sitting in the van, I smiled at him when I saw him looking at me. He then looked down at my bare chest and my breasts.
“Fuck. Ok,” he gave in. “I guess I can do sloppy seconds.”
Without saying anything, Brent quickly climbed into the van as I moved to lie down on my back. He knelt before me and looked down at me.
“I want to see your pussy,” he told me.
I pulled up the hem of my black, pleaded mini skirt above my waist and raised my hips as I pulled down my panties. I slowly slid them down past my thighs and black knee-high socks and I had to sit up to pull them over my combat boots. Once I got them off, I tossed them to the side and lay back down. I placed my feet flat on the floorboard and spread my legs.
“Fuck, you don’t shave it?” he asked me with disappointment in his voice.
Brent then turned his head to Gary, who had his head inside the door of the van looking at my pussy also. “She doesn’t shave her pussy,” he told his friend.
“Who the fuck cares? Just fuck her so I can go,” Gary told Brent.
I didn’t start shaving all my pubic hair until I was out of high school. I did keep it trimmed however as it was that night. I prefer to get it waxed like I do now, but I didn’t always have the money to afford a wax job.
“I just wished she had a shaved pussy,” Brent muttered and then looked between my spread legs. “Play with it,” he told me.
If he wanted a show, I would give him one. I was not ashamed of any part of my body. It may also help get my pussy wet again. I lowered my right hand to between my legs and started running my forefinger down my slit as I looked at Brent seductively. He did not see the look I was giving him. His eyes were focused on my pussy.
“Damn, she has a fat pussy to go with her fat ass,” I heard Gary say and I looked over and saw him staring at it also.
I frowned. I did not have a fat ass, and I was not fat! In high school, I was much thinner than I am now. Yes, I had wider hips, but I was not some skinny, twig girl, and my thighs were a little thicker, but my ass was certainly not fat.
The weight gain I got after my relationship with Anthony started was mostly in my thighs and hips and my boobs are bigger than I was in high school. I am not ashamed of my weight gain at all. My Master loves it and lusts after it and that makes me happy. He likes my figure better today than when we first met. I do suspect he encouraged me to gain some weight in my hips and thighs because he would always have me eat desserts and buy me my favorite candies. When I would tell him I was going to gain weight he would reply that is not a bad thing
I never had a man or woman complain about my figure even now and I see how they stare at it when they think I am not looking. When I am looking they still stare.
“It’s a sexy pussy,” Brent said. “One of the best-looking ones I have ever seen.”
I seriously doubted if Brent ever saw a girl’s pussy besides on the internet or in a magazine. I did have a nice pussy though, or I thought it did. I knew not all girls’ pussies looked the same; you could discover that from just watching one porn scene with two porn actresses in it. I thought mine was very nice.
While I disagreed with Gary saying I had a fat ass I could not disagree with his comment about my pussy. I did have a fat pussy, and I liked it. I didn’t have a very long pussy slit that ran from the entrance into my body to my clit, but the vulva was nice and puffy. My labia, well let’s use the non-scientific term and call them what they are, my pussy lips were thin and did not extend out past my vulva or I didn’t have what I have heard some men describe in a vulgar term, “Dumbo ears”, down there. I hate that term!
The skin complexion of my vulva and around my pussy was a few shades darker than the pale skin of my body. It was the type of pussy that when I bent over naked, you could see it between my thighs. You can call it pussy hubris if you want. I don’t care. I liked the way my pussy looks.
I placed my forefinger on one side of my pussy and my middle finger on the other and spread my lips apart for Brent. I was enjoying showing off to him.
“Shit, it’s so pink inside!” he shouted. “Look, Gary, look how pink the inside of her pussy is.”
“I see it, I’m not blind,” Gary told his friend. “Just hurry the fuck up and fuck this whore before someone drives back here”
Brent pulled his pants and underwear back down and got on top of me. He started kissing my breasts and slobbering all over them. He started mashing my left breast like he was squeezing a stress ball and sucking my right nipple like he was Mr. Owl trying to get the center of a Tootsie Pop.
Not that it didn’t feel nice, it did feel nice to have my sensitive nipples sucked, but what Brent was doing was not all that great for me. The way he was mashing my left breast hurt some. I thrust my hips up to try and get him to penetrate me and discovered why he had been taking his time with fucking me. He was not hard.
His cock was not completely flaccid, but it was not hard enough to fuck me. Before, when he was watching me give his friend a blow job, Brent had been as hard as a rock, but now he wasn’t. I assumed it was the pressure Gary was putting on him to fuck me, doing it in front of his friend, and the nerves of his first time. He just needed confidence.
“Oh, fuck, Brent, that feels so good,” I moaned out. “Fuck me, Brent; fuck me with your big cock. I need it so bad.”
Brent let go of my breast, which was great because he was mashing it hard, and ran his hand down to my ass as he continued to suck my nipple. I reached down and took his penis in my hand and started to stroke it slowly to get him hard and kept telling him how badly I wanted him to fuck me. It worked. His penis quickly became erect once more.
I guided his hard cock to my pussy, thinking the inexperienced boy would not be able to find it, and end up trying to penetrate the wrong hole. Once the top of his cock touched the entrance of my pussy, Brent thrust his hips hard into me and penetrated me deeply.
“Oh, Fuck!” I cried out and dug my fingers into Brent’s back. I was not faking it that time, and it was not a moan of pleasure.
It hurt because I was not wet enough for such an initial hard penetration. Brent mistook my moan of pain for pleasure and just kept thrusting in and out of me hard and fast. I was surprised it didn’t hurt him also with the lack of lubrication, but apparently it didn’t.
I was grunting out in pain, again Brent mistook it for pleasure, for several more seconds until my body’s natural instinct took over and I started to get wetter and Brent’s thrusts into me started to give me pleasure. I would have started fucking him back, but I thought if I did he would cum too fast so I just let him fuck me.
Brent fucked me with hard, fast, erratic thrusts. He was very enthusiastic I will give him that, but it was not great. Oh, I still got pleasure, but I knew it was not enough to make me orgasm. While I did not always cum from sex, it always still felt very good because I did enjoy sex a great deal. While he fucked me, he kept repeating how great it was and how great fucking felt. I was making my typical, soft, faint whimpering sounding feminine grunts of pleasure with each thrust into my body.
I was not a loud person during sex and not a screamer. I was certainly not an “Oh, God, Girl” either, the type of girl who calls out to God when she is getting fucked.
Neither was I a talker during sex. I didn’t talk much or tell a guy how good he felt or how amazing he was. Yes, sometimes I would tell a guy to fuck me harder but that was about the extent of my talking during sex. I never felt the need to say anything. We were both getting what we wanted so what talk about it?
Even when the guy would ask me during sex if he felt good; I would just let out an “umm huh”, and that was it. I was not a girl who talked dirty. Again, I just didn’t feel the need for it and while I have faked orgasms many times, I was not going to fake dirty talk just to make his ego feel better. When I faked orgasms, it was because by that time I knew the boy was not going to make me cum and I was getting tired of him trying. I thought if I faked one he would hurry up and finish and get it over with.
I then heard Gary talking to Brent as his friend fucked me and I felt a sudden rush of excitement by what he was saying and felt as if I might have an orgasm. He added arousal didn’t come from Brent’s thrusts into me but from Gary’s words.
“That’s it, Brent, fuck that whore,” he encouraged Brent. “Fuck the hell out of that bitch. Oh man, we are going to wear that pussy out.”
As Gary urged his friend on, Brent then also started in verbally as well.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” he said between his grunts as he fucked me. “Take that cock, you nasty slut.”
As both boys continued to verbally degrade me I got more turned on. I was enjoying how they were treating me and talking to me. Sadly, I didn’t orgasm through. Brent reached climax before I could. He gave one more hard thrust into my pussy and his body made a series of spasms and he groaned out loudly as his cum ejaculated into my pussy. Once Brent’s orgasm ended he collapsed on top of me and was panting for air.
“Get off her,” I heard Gary say. “It’s my turn to fuck her.”
Brent got off of me, pulled his pants and underwear up, and climbed out of the van. I saw him and Gary giving each other a high five.
“That’s some good pussy,” Brent told his friend.
I gave a short snort of a laugh, but the boys didn’t hear me or if they did they ignored me. It was Brent’s first time so he didn’t have anything to compare my pussy to. Also, I never understood when guys would say things like that to me. Didn’t all girls’ pussies feel good to a man? I thought those comments were silly.
Gary got in the van, took done his pants and underwear, and without a word he penetrated me. He was a little thicker than Brent but it didn’t hurt at all because my pussy was well lubricated from my fluids and Brent’s cum.
Gary fucked me similar to Brent, hard and fast and with no concern if I was receiving pleasure or not. But I did get pleasure from it and once again that extra arousal from their words and being called a whore and a slut and a bitch. Brent egged Gary on as the boy fucked me, just as his friend did for him.
I did orgasm that time and it was a very nice orgasm that was made better by their verbal abuse. When I had an orgasm, I was still not a screamer and my body didn’t convulse or spasm, but still felt very good. When I did cum, my grip on Gary’s back became slightly tighter and my feminine grunts turned into faint moans, but that was the extent of my reactions when I climaxed.
Gary lasted longer than Brent did, but it was not long after my orgasm when he grunted out he was going to cum and then he let out a series of moans when he ejaculated inside me as well. I found it interesting how guys, and girls also for that matter, would react differently when they had an orgasm.
When Brent did. he shoved his cock into as far as he could and held still when he came. Gary, however, kept thrusting in and out of me when he had an orgasm.
When Gary was finished, he quickly got off of me, knelt between my legs, and was breathing heavily. He looked down between my legs and laughed.
“Look at that cum dripping out of her pussy,” he told Brent. “We filled the bitch up.”
Gary then pulled up his pants and underwear and got out of the van. I pulled my skirt down, sat up, and started to look for my panties. Brent got back into the van.
“I want to fuck her again,” he commented to Gary and not me. He didn’t even ask me.
I shrugged, “OK,” I said even though his comment about fucking me was not directed at me, and lay back down.
Brent was erect this time and he grabbed my knees and spread my legs.
“I’m going to cum all over those big tits this time,” he told me as he once again climbed on top of me.
This time he didn’t kiss my neck or breasts and just started fucking me. He lasted a little longer than the first time and when he was about to cum; he pulled out, moved to kneel between my legs, and jerked his cock hard and fast. When his cum exploded out of his penis it landed on my breasts and stomach.
“That’s fucking cool,” Brent said, pleased with himself. He turned his head. “You want another go?” he asked his friend.
Again they didn’t ask me if it was ok by me, but that turned me on. I liked how they just talked about me and not to me. I was getting into being used like a whore. Gary said yes and the boys changed positions.
“Turn over,” Gary told me as he was pulling down his pants and under again.
I started to turn over on my stomach and I guess I was not fast enough because Gary grabbed my hips and pushed me over. Of course, I knew he wanted to fuck me from behind so I placed my hands on the floorboard and brought my knee up so I was on all fours.
“Put your head down and lift that fat ass up,” the boy told me.
I did and turned my head to look at his ugly face. He gave me a cruel-looking grin and turned his head to Brent.
“I’m going to fuck this whore up her fat ass,” he told his friend and laughed. “I’m going stretch that tight asshole out.”
“No, you’re not,” I told Gary. For the first time that night I said no to what the two boys wanted to do to me.
“You’ve never been fucked in your ass?” Gary asked, as if surprised.
“No. Have you?” I replied.
Gary laughed at my smartass reply. “No, but I’m not a whore like you are,” he replied with his smart-ass comment.
“Not going to happen,” I told the boy.
“If you don’t like it I’ll stop,” he told me.
I thought for a moment. I was curious about how it would feel.
By then I was watching the genre of porn I liked and in about ninety-five percent of the videos I saw, the girl was getting her asshole played with and then fucked in the butt. There must be something pleasurable about it, I thought.
“You promise you’ll stop?” I asked Gary,
“Promise,” he assured me.
“Ok, but go slow and you better stop if I tell you to,” I told Gary.
“Spread your ass apart for me,” the boy ordered me.
I reached behind myself and placed my hands on my butt cheeks and spread them apart. I was not embarrassed by it after everything else we had done up until that point.
“That’s a sexy asshole. Looks nice and tight,” he commented. “I am going to enjoy stretching that thing out.”
I ignored his comment. I never thought a butthole could be sexy until I started watching the porn I watched. I did enjoy seeing a girl getting an anal plug in her butt, fucked in her butt, and then after her butthole gaping and cum running out. I know that’s weird, but it did turn me on.
I felt Gary’s spit dribble on my butthole and I assumed he used his spit to lubricate his penis as well. I couldn’t see it, but I was pretty sure he did. I flinched forward a little when I felt his cock head touch my small hole but was determined to let the boy continue. Gary couldn’t get it in and the spit quickly dried. He once again dribbled spit on my asshole and once again tried. It didn’t work and again his spit dried up. After the third attempt, he gave up.
As I write this story, I am now twenty-three and no longer an anal virgin and get great pleasure from anal play and anal sex. Due to my experience with anal sex, I think another reason why Brent could not penetrate my butthole was because he was timid about it and did not force the issue with me. If he had not been so timid, he could have penetrated me anally.
“We need something to lube up her ass,” he said to his friend.
“I think there is some motor oil in the van somewhere,” I heard Brent tell him.
I quickly let go of my butt cheeks and quickly raised myself on my knees. I turned my head and looked at Brent.
“I don’t fucking think so,” I told him.
I heard Gary laughing. “Don’t be a fucking idiot, Brent,” he told his friend.
Gary placed a hand on my head and pushed me back down. “I’ll just fuck that pussy again,” he said.
Once again I placed my head down on the floorboard and waited for him to penetrate me. I gave a sudden yelp of pain at the same time I heard a slapping sound and jerked my head up. Gary had slapped my butt hard.
“Did you see that fat ass jiggle?” he commented to his friend.
Gary spanked my butt hard again and again I cried out, but I didn’t stop him. It hurt but also I felt a surge of renewed arousal from it. My not telling him to stop encouraged the boy and he spanked me hard again, and again.
My ass cheeks felt as if they were on fire and I had tears in my eyes and I was yelping out in pain, but I didn’t stop the boy. The spanking excited and aroused me a great deal. I felt a couple of tears run down my cheek.
“Look how red that ass is,” Gary said as he laughed. “The whore likes it.”
Gary stopped spanking me, reached over my body, and grabbed a handful of my hair. I cried out again as he pulled my head back by my hair.
“You liked that, didn’t you, bitch?” he asked.
“Yes, yes,” I admitted. “Fuck me now, Gary, please.”
The name-calling, how they treated me, and now the spanking and hair-pulling had me turned on more than I had been all that night.
Gary didn’t let go of my hair as he shoved his cock into my pussy in one hard thrust. I moaned out. He then started to fuck me. He fucked me hard and the entire time he was pulling my hair and would occasionally spank my butt. I had my second orgasm, and it was much better than the first.
“Ugh, fuck I’m going to cum,” Gary grunted out about a minute after my orgasm ended. He let go of my hair. “Turn around, bitch. I want to cum in your mouth.”
I quickly turned around and lowered my head to his cock. Gary was jerking his penis furiously. I parted my lips, stuck out my tongue, and placed my mouth so my tongue was just grazing the tip of his cock.
Gary gave a loud grunting moan and his cum exploded from his penis. Most of his cum shot into my mouth, but some splattered on my nose and above my lip. I swallowed and then took his penis in my mouth and sucked it clean. After I pulled my head back, I wiped my nose and upper lip and then licked my fingers. I did like the taste, texture, and smell of a guy’s sex fluid.
They were done with me for the night, although Gary wanted us to hang out in the van for a while until both he and Brent were ready to fuck me again, but Brent said he had to get home before his curfew. As we drove to my house to drop me off, I sat in the front seat in my bra and not wearing my tee shirt.
I had winced when I sat in the passenger seat of the van because my butt cheeks were still tender from the hard spanking. Even though I winced from the pain, I smiled. I liked how it felt.
Brent did stop at a couple of stores that were still open to buy me a new tee shirt to wear, but none of them sold clothing. I suggested we could go to Walmart, but Brent said he was not going to drive across town because he had to get home. I had to just put on the cum and makeup-stained shirt. The boys didn’t say anything to me on the drive to drop me off. They just talked amongst themselves.
“Maybe we all three can hang out again,” Brent told me when we got to where I lived and was getting out of the van. Yes, I knew what he meant.
I turned my head and shrugged. “Sure. It was fun.” I then walked up the walkway to the front door of the small house.
It didn’t matter about my tee shirt because when I got home, my foster parents were in the small den watching television and didn’t greet me or even bother to turn around as I walked down the hallway past them.
I was going to take a shower in the one bathroom we all shared to wash the results of the sex off my body, but my foster mother wouldn’t let me. When I turned on the water to the shower, she then acknowledged I was home. She had quickly got off the couch and came into the bathroom.
“You showered this morning and don’t need to take another one and waste water and jack up our water bill,” she told me when she opened to door. “You are just going to have to go to bed with your cunt filled with cum from whatever boy you fucked tonight.”
My foster mother was very vulgar and cursed a great deal. I don’t think she ever said a sentence without the word fuck in it. I have had much worse than those two though and it beat living in the group homes. I gave a little flinch when she told me that. My then foster parents also thought I was a slut, and I had heard worse from them, so the comment didn’t faze me.
“What, you don’t think I can’t smell the sex all over you,” she told me and had a look of disgust on her face.
I went to bed without taking a shower.
I did go out with Brent again, but not until the next school year, when we were seniors and both eighteen. He was the only boy to ask me to prom. I didn’t think anyone was going to ask me. Prom was for boys and girls who liked each other or thought they were in love to go as dates. Guys, and girls maybe, hoping to lose their virginities with one another or girls planning on losing theirs with the boy they thought they loved. Guys didn’t ask the school slut to prom. The school slut was for hooking up with and just fucking, not for making a so-called night to remember.
I did go with Brent because he was not a good-looking boy and had no other options. We did have sex that night and he even got us a cheap motel room, so we didn’t have to fuck in the van. I thought that was nice of him. As for Gary, I never saw him again after that night in the minivan.
