If the town had been bigger, it would have been a chain-style convenience store, but since we were such a small town, it was just The Store. It was really called The Salmon Store, and it had two old gas pumps out front and sold fishing licenses, bait and tackle, some groceries and snack food, and liquor. Now this is going to tell you a lot about the rest of this chapter, but Eric had a job at The Salmon Store. Eric was mean to all the younger kids in town. Older girls he hit on all the time, and he would use his job at the store to get alcohol, so he was pretty popular with them. But he was mean to me, and I did not like him. One time I went to the store to pick up something for my mom, and Eric was talking to a 15 year old girl. He wouldn't even wait on me for about 20 minutes cause he was busy with her, just flirting with her. Eric was 16. Marcus and Jacob thought he was so cool, but I couldn't stand him.

It was the middle of October, and I had been pretty horny, because Marcus and Jacob were both in football, so there had been no after school fun for a while. Luckily, our school had one Wednesday afternoon off a month for teachers meetings. When they have early release, there is no football practice. So on a Wednesday afternoon in the middle of October, we were on our way home on the bus. The boys asked if I was going to come over. I asked if their mom and dad were at work? Yes, they were. I knew my mom would be leaving for work in a few minutes. And my sister would be ... well, who cares? She didn't care where I went so I could do what I wanted even if she was around. So I told the boys I would be over about 1:50. They got off the bus, and a few blocks later I got off the bus and went home.

My mom was just leaving for work. We talked for a minute. She named off a few chores to do before I went to bed and I gave her a kiss. She had no idea what I had in mind. She left and I went upstairs. I wanted to do something special for the boys as it has been at least a month. I put on one of my short skirts and a summer top. And not much else. It was raining, so I put on my raincoat and walked back over to Marcus & Jacob's house.

I got there and the boys didn't really care what I was wearing. As usual, Jacob went first, and he just stripped me naked, put me on the bed and started to fuck me. He was fast, aggressive, and a little bit rough. He came inside me. It felt nice.

But there was something different, kind of funny. Marcus stayed in the room the whole time Jacob was fucking me. Usually, Marcus waited in his room until Jacob was done. This time, he came just after Jacob had started, and then went out for a bit. I heard the TV or something. And then he came back in.

When Jacob was done, he got off, and Marcus started. As usual, this was more like love making than just getting fucked. Gentler, slower, more fun. Don't get me wrong I love having a quickie, but this slower one felt so good. I still didn't have an orgasm during sex, and Marcus seemed a little out of it. I guess today I would say he seemed distracted. I asked if he was okay. Yeah, he said. He apologized, and I said its okay; not everybody is in the same mood everyday. So he pulled out of me and put it up by my face. I took it right into my mouth, knowing what I was supposed to do. I got my hand around it and sucked and pumped until he came in my mouth. It was nice. Of course, I opened my mouth, showed him his cum, and then I swallowed it.

As he was still kneeling over me, he said now I want you to stay here. Stay on the bed with us for a minute. I said alright.

So Marcus gets off me and lays down next to me and starts to rub my breasts. Jacob got on the bed on the other side of me and started to kiss me. I was getting horny again, and I reached down to grab Jacob's dick, but I couldn't move my arm. Either of them. The boys were laying on them. I was trying to figure out what was going on when I felt Marcus' hand on my knee pulling my legs apart. Of course, I spread them for him. I was hoping that maybe we were going to have all three of us doing stuff together like in the porn movies.

Instead, there was some noise, and the next thing I realized, someone was standing between my legs and touching me. I looked over Jacob's head - he was still kissing me - and saw it was Eric. I tried to close my legs but he was already between them, and he was picking up my feet to move himself into position. I tried again to wiggle out of their hold, but Jacob and Marcus had ahold of me good, so I could not move. I felt something - guess what! - against my pussy and I tried to squeeze myself shut, but I was a little too wet and a little too loose from the previous two fuckings, so Eric just slipped right into me. He grabbed Jacob by the head and pushed him out of the way, so now he could see my face.

I was pissed. I did not like Eric. I did not care about Eric. I did not want Eric to fuck me. I even yelled that, I think. "I don't like you. Don't fuck me you bastard. I hate you!" It did not stop him, but it did not seem to excite him either. He just kept about his business, pumping in and out of me.

The funny thing is, the word rape never even entered my mind. I didn't mind being fucked, and I don't think I would have cared if it had been a total stranger - or a couple of them - but I did not like Eric and I did not want him to fuck me. That was all I objected to.

Then something weird started to happen. I started to get turned on. His cock was about the same size as Damon's and it felt nice. It would have been a bit painful, except that I was already fucked and wet as hell. I kind of closed my eyes and thought about Damon, and my being 10 and hairless, and my 12 and 14 year old fuck buddies laying on either side of me, and this much larger 16 year old now leaning down over me and fucking me.

And it started to feel really good. If I hadn't been so mad, I probably would have cum, but I did not like the circumstance.

I was enjoying the feeling, and pretty soon, Marcus and Jacob are off my shoulders, and Eric is down on top of me and has his arms around me. Then he lifted me up a slightly while he was standing on the floor, fucking in and out of me.

I got close to coming, but then he did. I wasn't sure he would ever stop. He stood stiff, all that was left on the bed was my head and shoulders. He was still inside me, his hands gripping my little ass holding my me up in the air. He set me down, and leaned over me and kissed me deeply. It was nice, I guess. I was so taken with the fucking that I almost forgot how much I hated who was fucking me. But then I remembered, because he looked over at Jacob and said, "You're right. She's tight."

That broke the spell. I remembered exactly who he was and I was pissed. I pushed him off and he stood up. As he took a step back I raised my foot and tried to kick him between his legs. His thighs were not far enough apart, but I bruised his leg with my kick.

He flinched, then smiled. "Oh yeah. Feisty little bitch," he said. "Get used to this: you are mine, and from now on you're gonna do whatever I say." He grabbed his clothes and started to dress.

"I'm not a bitch, asshole; I'm a girl. And I don't belong to you. I belong to ... me" I hesitated, because the sentence didn't seem to make sense, but I was angry and I wanted to say something.

He laughed. "Okay, fine. Your not a bitch. And you belong to you. You're not mine. I don't own you. But you know what you didn't argue with? From now on you will do whatever I say. And you will."

He walked out of the room and I picked up one of Jacob's shoes and threw it after him. I missed.

I angrily grabbed my top and skirt and started to get dressed. I was a sloppy mess. I wished I'd worn some underwear.

I heard the kitchen door slam. Eric had left. Marcus and Jacob came back in the room, dressed now. Jacob was oblivious; he came back into the room and turned on the video game. Marcus was very concerned about me. Are you okay? Are you mad? I know I told him that yes, I was OK now. And yes, I was mad at him. After all, he and Jacob set me up and then held me down. Jacob told me that he was sorry. They had thought that I would like the surprise. And he said I had seemed to like it. He apologized again, and pulling on my shoes, I decided to leave the house quickly. I walked out the kitchen door; it was raining. I was mad and confused, and I wanted some candy.

As I walked along a highway through town, I came to The Store. I looked in the window and saw Charlie, the owner, working. I went inside and asked Charlie if i could use the bathroom. I told him I had to go real bad. Charlie pointed to the No Customer Restroom sign. Please, I said. I gotta go really bad right now. He relented and I went back through the storage room and to the bathroom. I cleaned myself up. As I walked out, Charlie was talking to a customer, and they both looked at me kind of funny. I skipped the candy.

I went home and showered. I changed clothes and I felt better. I was still pretty mad, though. I went on chat on the Internet. One chat buddy, Bob came on. He asked me how I was. I told him I was mad. He asked how come, and I described exactly what happened.

"Wow," was his response. "So you were raped."

Now like I said, this was the funny part. I hadn't thought of that word at all. I knew I had been fucked. And I knew I did not like the guy fucking me. And I told him no. And they made me let him, but I never thought of it as rape. Until Bob said so. I said, "Yeah I guess I was." And after some thought, "That's illegal right?" He said it was. I said, "So if I called the police I could have Eric arrested?"

"Yes, you could. But do you want Marcus and Jacob arrested too? Because they will all three be in really big trouble."

"How much trouble?"

"Go to jail for a long time trouble."

"Jacob and Marcus too? Really?"

"Yup."

"Oh."

After a long pause, Bob said, "Besides, I thought you said it felt pretty good."

"Yeah, it did."

"Let's talk about the parts that felt good, ok?"

"Ok."

"So what are you wearing, and where would you like to play that we meet today?"

And just like that I was in fantasy land with Bob, petting the kitty and cumming at least twice.

Later, after dinner, Marcus came by. He was very sweet. He wanted to make sure I was okay. And he didn't even ask for a blow job.

But he got one anyway.