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Subject: {ASSM} Making the Next Step (Mentor POV)
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Date: Thu, 29 Jun 2017 05:10:03 -0400
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Making the Next Step (Mentor  POV)
 
    Patrice  standing and leaving my part time office.  Clicking my pen 
nervously  as I think on what she has told me in the past hour.  A precocious  
young girl, barely a teenager.  Tall for her age; but also immature  and 
trying to cope with her raging hormones and trying to cope with what  they have 
brought to her psyche.
    Listening to  her and what she has done of a sexual nature in the past 
couple of months  and you almost wonder if she is hooking.  These are my 
personal  thoughts as she is very active and a bit scared by her physical 
reaction  to her "needs."
    I am not sure  if I can help her or whether she needs to consult a 
Doctor to give her  meds to bring her escapades under control.  I do know that 
she needs  to be on birth control even at her early age.  She is coping with 
the  advances of males; but a failure in coping could well lead to a  
pregnancy.  Did I mention she is just over thirteen and a half,  fourteen in the 
late fall.
    She is a  Catholic and I cover those parochial schools in Dutchess 
County.  Not  just the Catholic grade schools and the Catholic High School as  
well.  She is shifting from one to the other.
    I will  contact Planned Parenthood and see if I can get her an 
examination and on  that birth control sooner then later.  My job doesn't allow me 
to  suggest it; but there are times when you need to do what is best for the  
people you are trying to help.
    That is the  least of the problems.  That when she is with a boy and 
becomes  aroused, she has trouble stopping the process.  She basically can't  
say, "no."  
    I need to  think on how to approach this problem of hers.  Contacting 
her mother  does not seem like a helpful approach.  Her priest she can talk 
with;  but he is the one who contacted me.  Her asking his help, while not a  
confession in the Sacramental sense, has him grasping for help is where I  
have come into this process.
    Just  listening to this girl I am shocked at her vast experience that 
she has  gained in a few short months.  She is well underage for consensual  
sex as is most if not all of the boys she is involved with from what I can  
ascertain.
    Having a name  to contact and will get an address and phone number so I 
may talk with  this boy who seems to have the most control over Patrice.  
How can a  boy be so knowing and able to manipulate these young girls so 
easily and  be young himself.
    Tomorrow  Patrice has promised to meet me at Pulaski Park and we will 
talk some more  as I have free time to spend with her and to get to know her  
better.
    The day a  balmy sunny day and will hit the 90's again as it has for 
the past three  days and predicted for the next three.  Dressing for the heat 
and  wearing a  simple button front sleeveless dress.  Button  from hem to 
collar and a simple tie at the  waist.
    Coming early  for our meeting as I have not been to this park since I 
was a  teenager.  It is a bit run down now other then the swimming pool  
which seems to be in good shape and busy with these ungodly temperatures  of the 
past week.  The swimming pool at the main entrance with a  parking area.  
Then the playground equipment and then the ball field  and the wooded area 
and the less used entrance.
    I wonder that  Patrice spends so much time at the ball field but it is 
partially secluded  from the rest and if you sit in these stands you can sit 
and think and  talk without being disturbed.  The woods are deep enough 
that you can  step off and not be seen and from looking around I can see that 
they are  used for more then nature observation, unless you are observing  
humans.  
    Cans, beer  and soda shining in profusion as they catch the light 
sunlight through the  tops of the trees.  Also a lot of snack bags strewn around 
and more  then I would have hoped condums and packaging deeper in the wooded 
 area.
    Patrice was  right about it being a spot where kids or even adults can 
have some  privacy for meetings with others.
    Walking back  to the bleachers and seeing a game has commenced on the 
field.  At  least they are batting the ball and fielding it, maybe just a 
warm up till  they get enough for a game.  A combination of ages from preteen 
to  early teen I would guess as I look at the boys and surprisingly a couple  
of girls.
    The park  coming to life as I can hear sounds from the swimming area 
and there are  younger kids and moms at the swing sets.  
    As I wait,  taking the opportunity to read my kindle and feeling myself 
setting some  sun on my already tanned skin.  I am usually in Connecticut 
during  the summer as I mentor during the school year and I rent summer 
cottages  for vacationers to the shore during the summer.
    Looking up  occasionally and seeing a few more boys joining those kids 
already playing  ball.  A couple of girls sitting down to watch and giggling 
as they  talk.  Seeing Patrice coming now across the field.  A tall girl  
for her age, long lines to her legs and a curve to her waist and then just  
the hint of breasts.  Not a beautiful face; but she does have a nice  big 
smile that lights up her eyes.  
    Seeing myself  maybe thirty years ago tall and just developing.  Those 
long legs  that boys like especially when they are exposed and that small 
chest that  she is defensive about.
    I remember  doing whatever I could to make my chest look larger to 
include stuffing my  bra that was not the right size for me.  Then wearing 
clothing to  draw eyes to my legs.
    Patrice is  certainly doing that as she is wearing shorts that don't 
have much pant  leg and a tank top that is a bit loose on her body.  The 
jiggling of  her breasts attesting to the fact that she is braless and the bumps 
of her  hard nipples showing in the front.
    Taking a deep  breath and as she joins me in the stands, I give her a 
hug and a big  smile.  A mirror image of me in so many ways.  I ache for this 
 girl as I can easily remember those years of adjusting to my changing  
body.
    My dress is  loose in the top and cinched at the waist and loose in the 
skirt.   And I wear it loose up top for the reason that Patrice does.  I am 
 braless and my breasts are bigger then hers; but even at my age I don't  
need a bra for support.
    Sitting away  from the other girls chatting inanely on the bleachers 
and talking to  Patrice, starting with why does she come here of all places 
each day when  nothing is on her agenda.  I think I know the answer already as 
this  is where her friends show up boys and girls and it is a place of 
privacy  for conversation and more if you walk a little ways into the  woods.
    The girl not  a happy one, as her mother and mother's family are strict 
about what a  girl should or should not do.  Her mother using the phrase 
often to  call her a tramp when she is late coming home or wearing clothing 
that  might be suggestive.  I am quickly becoming aware that her behavior  
might be a protest against her mother as well as a coming of age that all  
girls experience.
    She is an  excellent student in school and helps out in school 
activities and not  anti-social, but not in one of the class cliches.  Close friends 
with  Alana another girl in her class and sometimes teased as to being 
lesbian  in nature.
    From what she  has told me, she definitely has had time for the boys, 
too much time; but  she would be bi-sexual not lesbian.  Students can be 
cruel and are if  they find a weakness and they can make fun of another and 
deflect  attention from themselves.
    Listening to  Patrice and feeling sad as her home life sounds tough, 
eyes watching the  field, not the ball field but the approach to the 
bleachers.  Patrice  did mention that some of her friends might be here  today.
    Most students  don't know me as I only try to help when the local 
priests or nuns say  that they have a child with a problem.  Not sure what I will 
call  myself if others show up.  Someone she just met or the mother of one  
of the boys playing ball.  Not someone consulted because she has a  sex 
issue.
    As we talk  quietly, I see Patrice tensing up and it isn't from 
something I just  said.  Looking up and seeing a teenage boy approaching.  Nothing  
special about him in his jeans and tee shirt and sneakers.  Not a  pretty 
boy or a physically built one, just a teenager older then Patrice  by a 
couple of years at least.
    Shyly waving  to him as he walks up to where we are sitting and climbs 
up to sit by  Patrice.  Wondering how she will introduce me as I look at the 
boy  more closely.
His body language and Patrice's  indicating that she looks up to him for 
guidance and  direction.
    "This is my  friend Araminta Raven, she is visiting from Connecticut 
today."   Nodding to the boy with a bright smile on my face and shaking his  
hand.  I am sure it is a bit odd Patrice and this much older woman as  a 
friend.
    His hand  shake firm and polite; but his eyes, as do the eyes of many 
males telling  the story as he looked to my face, my chest and then my legs.  
  Appraising even at his young age.  Feeling a flush as his eyes meet  mine 
again.  Hooded eyes.  Not pretty blues or greens;  but  brown.  Eyes 
stripping one naked as they hold  yours.  How is a young man like that able to 
look into your  soul.
    His leg  touching Patrice's as they sit next to each other, she 
pressing to his as  much as his to her leg.  Just talking about school with them 
and what  they are up to this summer before going into high school.   
The nipples  pushing at her top as they have swollen with just being near 
this boy and  wanting what he has to offer.  That is Patrice, taking what 
they have  to offer and giving what they want.
    Feeling like  I am interrupting something, and that they want to get 
away from me; but I  am going to try to last this out for Patrice.
    John's hand  resting on her knee and seeing her react to the slight 
contact and her  breathing catch and speed up.  Wondering what would happen if 
he  brushed her nipple, would she fall down and suck his cock right here and 
 now.  Shaking my head at the bitchy thought, feeling sorry for her as  
this boy knows how to punch her buttons.
    His eyes  hooded as he squeezes her knee with his fingers and she moans 
from the  contact.  Leg trembling as she looks haunted and I am sure she is 
 wishing she hadn't decided to meet me here and  today.
    John slipping  down to the seat in front of us and calling out 
encouragement to one of  the boys in the game.  Absorbed for a few minutes in the 
play as we  talk about how things are going.  I can see the difference in 
Patrice  as soon as the contact ended.
    Then John  turning around and sitting in the seat in front of him and 
looking back  and up at us.  Talking for a little bit, and realizing that the 
 little pervert is looking up my skirt from below.  Uncrossing my legs  and 
holding them close together.  Seeing a glint in his eye and  wondering just 
how much he saw. Shaking my head in disgust and at the same  time in 
wonder, the boy seeing the movement and laughing softly.   Patrice looking and 
trying to figure out what it was  about.
    Patrice  saying she is going to head home and John ready to offer to 
walk her, just  as I look down at him and let my legs fall open.  The loose 
skirt  allowing him a view of my thighs from below and hopefully my panties as 
I  want to distract him from the girl.
    "Can I talk  to you for a little bit John."  Seeing him indecisive.  
Then the  boy sitting back to look at me.  "What do you want to talk about  Ms 
Raven?" 
    Giving the  girl time to vacate the park.  "Let's take a drive."  The 
boy  has a charm that even knowing he is trying to look of my skirt, I am not 
 angry with him.  
    "How about we  take a walk instead."  The boy countering my offer and 
coming back  with one that has me on his turf, not mine.
    "A stretch of  the legs sounds like a great idea.  Got to keep myself 
in shape, it  is easy to put on a few extra pounds when you become  older."
    His laugh not  sarcastic; but sounding like he is enjoying that I pick 
on myself.   Laughing with me and not at me.
    John stepping  down to the ground and watching as I carefully step down 
each tier and  knowing John is taking this opportunity to get another look 
up my  dress.
    Letting John  lead the walk and amused as he heads to  the back 
entrance, the  wooded part of the park.
    "John, you  know that you have a very strong influence over Patrice.  A 
not  healthy influence I might add.  Not healthy for her or for  you."  
Stopping to look at him waiting for his response.  "You  do know what I am 
speaking about?"
    The boy a few  inches shorter then me without my heels.  "You mean 
Patrice and I  kissing and sometimes hugging?"  Looking at the boy and  
wondering if he is putting me on or thinks I will believe that is all they  do.
    " You do know  that neither one of you are of the age of consent and I 
know you do more  then just kiss and hug and hold hands.  I may be old; but 
I am not  senile."
    Walking again  towards the back entrance and seeing the well worn path 
in the  woods.  Pointing to the path, "is that where you go for privacy in  
the Park.  Where you go to do your kissing and hugging and whatever  might 
happen?"
    His smile  knowing; but not commenting.  Then stopping and heading our 
walk to  the path in the woods.  Following his lead and hoping he gives me  
something to work with and a way to let him see that Patrice is totally  
vulnerable.
    Working as a  mentor and a guidance counselor and removed in age from 
the girls and  boys; but still able to help them with my experience and  
knowledge.
    Walking in  and then to the pine grove and stopping thenore.  "Is this 
where you  take your girls John?  It is secluded and I am sure  one bothers  
you here so you can," looking askance at him.  "What can you do here  with 
them?"
    No answer,  just that endearing smile, the one hiding his secrets.  
"You know,  Patrice is like me when I was thirty years younger.  She reminds me 
 of myself in so many things and I want to help her to get her head  
straight; before it is too late."
    Finally a  response, "you are saying you have the same buttons as her, 
you have the  same needs?  Then you are my type of girl, just a little bit 
older  then the others."
    Not sure how  to answer that question, as yes I do have the same 
buttons and needs; just  that I have found through the years ways to sublimate my 
needs and protect  those buttons that if pushed, make me helpless to defend  
myself.
    Wiping a wisp  of my hair away from my forehead as it seems the breeze 
has stopped and  the woods are stifling with the heat again.  You can almost 
smell  it.  
    Thinking John  must be hot in those jeans and tee shirt as my 
lightweight cotton dress  feels like it is made of wool as I notice my armpits are a 
bit wet and  sticky.  Pulling the dress from my body and shaking it to get 
some  air moving underneath.
    His eyes  following me, seeing me in a little discomfort, not showing 
him anything  of a sexual nature.  
    "Go ahead and  open a couple of buttons if you are that warm, it won't 
bother me,  much."  His soft laugh having a dirty sound to it as he is 
taunting  me to challenge him.  And when he said the word "warm", it sounded  
more like he wanted to say hot.
    A man or boy  of a few words; but his demeanor and ability to see each 
weak spot or  opportunity and use it very intuitive.  I am beginning to see 
his  charm and how a vulnerable girl could be swayed into doing as or what 
he  asks.
    Toying with  the top button on my button front dress and undoing it and 
the next one,  as much to get air as to see what his reaction would be as I 
respond to  his "power of suggestion."
    "I see beer  cans and a tin can with snuffed out cigarettes, is this 
where you guys go  to get away from the strain of daily life?"  I don't 
mention the used  condoms; but thinking if they are back here doing it, then a 
condom is a  very good idea.
    "Yeah, we sit  down and talk about our problems and mellow out for an 
hour or two.   And maybe party a little bit.  There are different ways of 
relaxing  as I am sure you well know."
    Sitting down  on the pine needles, one hand swiping my skirt over my 
ass cheeks so I  will be sitting on the material and not the actual pine 
needles.   Legs extended in front of me, one crossing over the other at my ankles 
as  I lean back and support myself with my hands.
    "Almost  surprised at no blankets being stashed; but the needles are a 
nice and  soft if you don't get one jammed into your backside.  Alcohol,  
smoking, maybe drugs for some and then there is sex.  Using a stick  to flick 
a condom deeper into the trees.  I am glad that precautions  are taken, 
though abstinence is an option also.  All things that  are illegal for 
teenagers.  Good reason to be back  here."
    John looking  at me sitting and then sits down next to me, not 
touching, facing  me: but close to my personal space.  The boy, fine hair over his  
upper lip, aware of his animal magnetism, and it seems to work with the  
young girls, impressionable and ripe for plucking.
    I look at him  and think he is as confused by this maturation process 
as the girls that  he pulls to himself.  Just using a gift that is standing 
him in good  stead at present and will lead him into problems quite  possibly.
    Not sure what  I am trying to do here; but needing to get through to 
him on some  level.  His eyes hooding again as if it is a Jeckel/Hyde  change. 
 One hand reaching to a fern growing up through the needle  strewn across 
the floor.  Plucking it and then touching it to my  knee.  Feeling the light 
touch and looking as he moves it again over  my knee and then down the 
inside of the one crossed over my  other.
    Innocent  movement and contact; but thinking that it is a step one in a 
well used  battle plan.  Both of us watching as he moves the fern against 
my  flesh and both of us know that as little as the contact is, I am well  
aware of it.
    Still bracing  my body with my arms behind me, as I watch as he moves 
the stem a little  higher on the inside of my thigh.  I am amused by his 
attempt to  tease me.
    Slowly  reaching forward as he rests the greenery on my thigh and his 
fingers  touching the bottom buttons of my shirt dress.  Wondering if this is 
 a skill he has practiced often on females or himself as his one hand  
easily sliding the button through the hole.  His hand on the third  one when I 
reach forward and hold it in mine to keep it from moving  further up the long 
line of buttons.
    The light  material of my skirt had settled on my thighs and lower 
body, giving a  vague outline of whats laying hidden beneath.  Unfortunately the 
 bodice of my dress is doing the same thing and helped by the sticky  
wetness of my body from the damp heat.  My small breasts are  small pear shapes 
as I lean back; but my nipples are quite big and puffy  and defined in my top.
    Sliding out  of my fingers, his hand picks up the fern again and 
caresses the inside of  my thigh once again.  Letting him go for a few moments and 
then  stopping him with my fingers firmly on his hand this  time.
    "What is it  you want John?  Do you want to see my thighs, my body or 
just see how  much that I will allow.  I bet you don't have a stopping point 
in  mind, just doing what you do till it is finished."
    "Where did  you think I would put and end to your opening my buttons?"  
Looking  at him as I feel movement of his warm hand against my legs.  Just 
a  flexing; but movement and again  making me  aware.
    His soft  laugh, "I thought that I might have opened a few more, as I 
can see I have  your attention."  His eyes staring at the indentation that my 
hard  nipples are making in my dress."
    Looking down  at myself, as if I wasn't aware of the swollen nubs 
thrusting  proudly.  "Oh, you mean those.  I am a mother in case you didn't  know 
it and they have been full like that since I nursed, many years  before you 
were born.  Not something you are causing.  You are  so sure of yourself, I 
am amazed by your  confidence."
    His finger  continuing to tap gently against my thigh as we talk.  Then 
abruptly  sitting up. " I think that maybe this is not the right setting in 
 which to speak with you.  You have past experiences here on your mind  and 
body it seems."
    Brushing the  back of my dress off as I stand, and reach down and 
extending a hand pull  him to his feet.  The boy leaning into me as he  stands.
    "You never  give up, do you."  Not a question, but a simple statement 
of  fact.  "Let's go back since I think I know a bit more about you then  I 
did,"  Not as simple a fact as that; but also that his attention  has caused 
my nipples to become more sensitive and swell from his  teasing.
    Walking back,  my skirt moving around my thighs as I try to figure 
where to go and what  to do next about this complicated situation.  John keeping 
back a  step or two and most likely looking at my ass as my pace  helping 
to  mold my skirt to my body.
    Finding  myself confused as we reach the ball field again and then 
looking back and  his eyes are on my body as I tell him we are going to take a  
ride.
    Throwing my  shoulder bag in the back seat and then stepping in the 
driver seat, John  waiting and watching as my skirt hikes up and I show a bit 
of thigh as I  settle into the driver seat.  All to aware myself now how I 
have a  good number of inches of thigh exposed as I start the engine and pull 
out  of the parking lot.
    No question  by him as to where we are going.  Not sure myself as I try 
to think  where I might talk to him in public; but not be overheard.  And 
then  driving to a deli, buying a couple of sandwiches and bags of chips and 
a  couple of cold ice teas and driving to Rural Cemetery just on the outside 
 of Poughkeepsie.  You would think it isn't a place to go for other  then a 
burial; but actually well manicured and the old section is away  from the 
active area.  A bench facing the river gives a view and is  partially shaded 
from the sun and is sporting a nice  breeze.
    The  sandwiches providing time to think and not have to speak as I look 
over  the well manicured lawn.  Finishing half my sandwich and putting it  
aside for later or another meal.  Watching John eat and lick his  fingers 
when all done.
    Then feeling  his hand swipe over my lap.  "Crumbs, you had crumbs on 
your  lap."
    Looking at  him, shaking my head as he will take every opening to 
touch.  "I am  glad I didn't drop any on my chest."  His grin telling me that he  
would have enjoyed that.
    Quickly going  from a quiet serene lunch to an aware situation.  His 
hand brushing  my thigh just for good measure as we both watch him sweeping 
his fingers  over the skirt of my dress and my bare thigh.
    "If you had  more buttons opened, the crumbs might have fell through to 
the ground, and  then maybe not."  Wiping my mouth and taking a sip of the 
ice tea  that is soothing and refreshing, then setting it alongside of me.   
Turning to  John as we sit close on the bench, his hand going around my 
back resting  on the top cross piece.  His fingers managing to find my hair and 
 play with the long brown strands that fall to just above my shoulder  
blades.  "You find gray, you are allowed to pull them out."   Again pointing out 
the age difference between us.
    Wondering why  that is even important to me as this is about Patrice 
and now John to try  to help them.  Not about a physical attraction.
    Shivering as  his hand now is under the layers of my hair and teasing 
along the nape of  my neck and then the column just below my ear.
    "Stop  that."  Brushing his hand away and feeling that this location 
isn't  working any better then the park to get a dialogue going with  him.
    As I bat away  his hand from my neck again, I feel a light touch and 
look down to see he  has managed to open two more of the buttons at the bottom 
of my  dress.  The inverted vee opening, now showing more of my thighs and  
much higher up.
    "You are  incorrigible."  Laughing at what he has done and realizing 
right away  that it was the wrong response as it will encourage  him.
    His hand back  again and undoing another button and again grasping it 
firmly in mine and  holding it between my thighs near my knees.  Definitely 
not going to  give him  more leverage higher up.
    "Stop it  John," a little annoyed now as I feel I am losing control of 
this  situation and control is something I definitely need  now.
    "You know, I  would love to kiss those lips of yours.  They are so full 
and sensual  and inviting."  His words bold and brassy and nice to  hear.
    Shaking my  head not only to free his hand from pressing below my ear 
on a delicate  spot that, "gets to me" if you know what I mean.  His lips 
leaning  into me and brushing mine as I feel the contact.  Eyes wide and  
shocked at how totally I have lost control here.  Feeling more like a  kid then 
an adult as he presses them harder with his lips and finds the  purchase to 
push his tongue into my mouth.
    Shaking my  head still as he pushes me back against the bench and his 
lips move over  mine as his tongue finds mine and my tongue flicks back.  
Moaning as  I realize that I have responded to this boy.
    My thighs had  lost their pressure on his hand and had move up between 
and found a few  more buttons to open as we kiss and I am occupied with his 
mouth and  lips.
    My hand  grabbing for his again and holding it from moving; but it has 
already  reaching the middle panel of my panties and his finger tips are 
massaging  the material gently against my labia.
    Again moaning  as he holds me back against the bench with his kissing 
and the hand that  was behind my head is now deftly undoing the buttons from 
my top  down.  Whimpering in helpless loss as his fingers quickly undo the  
buttons and my dress lays open from my neck to the hand wedged between my  
thighs and rubbing on my panties.
    Lost now as  his fingers have found my nipple and gently roll it in his 
fingers,  kneading and massaging the pear shaped mound thrusting from my  
chest.  The jolts of sensation finding their way to my core causing  me to 
lose concentration and my thighs flap open, relaxing for a moment  and his 
fingers knife my panties into the slit formed by my fat pussy  lips.
    Totally on  the defensive as I try to push back this boy's hands.  My 
own hand  swiping helplessly to pull his hand away from my nipples as I arch 
my back  as he tugs the swollen tip and then releases it in a jiggling of  
flesh.  Breaking his kiss on my lips and finding the nipple and  tongue 
licking around the areola and then latching on to the turgid tip as  my child had 
so long ago.  Suckling as a babe, but my response  internally totally 
different then it would be to a  babe.
    "Lift  up."  His words a sensual whisper as he frees my nipple to speak 
and  secures it again.  His hands at my waist as I raise my ass off the  
bench and quickly tugging my panties over my ass cheeks and down my thighs  to 
land at my knees.
    From behind  on the roadway behind us, someone would think  that I was 
fully  clothed; but facing the bench, my dress is pulled open to expose the 
whole  front of my body.  Naked as the day I was born.   
My body  undulating on the bench as my nipples are buttons that trigger 
immediate  responses of a sexual nature from me.  The tip being so big you 
would  think they are not as sensitive; but are actually extremely  sensitive.
    My thighs  pushed open by John's hand and trembling as his fingers have 
found my wet  slit and the small button of my nestling clitoris.
    No thought of  defending myself now as I respond to his touches and 
contact.  My  moans a steady whimper of pleasure as he fingers fuck into my 
pussy and  thumb rubbing over and around my clit.
    His head  lifting from my chest and looking around and then easing me 
back to lay on  the bench.  One leg on the ground and him hooking the other 
one up on  the back of the bench.  Spread obscenely for his viewing and  
entertainment as I look at the boy as he standing and strips off his shirt  and 
pants and shorts.  
    His erection  not as big as an average man's; but looking formidable as 
he kneels  between my legs and then lowers till the head of his dick is 
touching my  pussy lips.  A low whimper as the mushroom cap presses on my labia 
 and splits them apart and I feel his cock slipping into my cunt and my  
walls squeeze with a warm greasy welcome on the shaft.  My walls  sealing 
around his prick as he grunts in satisfaction or surprise at where  he is.
    His eyes  looking into mine as he lays on my chest.  Buried deep in my 
body and  then using his arms to push himself up and feeling his cock pull 
out of my  cunt and then back in again.  Finding a rhythm as he strokes 
steadily  into my nasty gash.  My  musky scent blown to my  nostrils by a gentle 
breeze and another groan as my cunt clenches on his  cock again.
    I may be old;  but I am not inexperienced as I work his cock and with a 
series of  clenches and squeezes, draw the venom from his snake and feel 
the head  swell and shoot its seed against my inner walls.  His groan 
welcoming  as he had hoped to last longer and maybe he thought he could make me cum  
on his cock.
    His eyes wide  now, unsure as my cunt milks his cream from his body.  
The thrust  ended as my legs have hooked around his ass cheeks and holds him 
tight  into my body.  A couple of more clenches and I have drained him of  
his urge to fuck.
    Then feeling  him going soft and slipping out of my greasy hole.  Then 
the slow  ooze of the semen coating my fevered cunt lips and slip down to 
wet the  hole of my anus.
    John sitting  up, his cock cute and cuddly as it is a soft worm of 
flesh in his hairless  lap.  Feeling a sheen of sweat coating my body as I sit 
up, my body  naked and leaking his seed.  Then leaning over and taking his 
soft  cock in my mouth and sucking it like a giant nipple.  Cleaning it of  
his creme and the strong scent of my skanky cunt.  My fingers finding  his 
ball sack and massaging them slowly and tenderly.  Milking a  couple more drops 
of semen from his cock and feeling the softening  organ  slip from my mouth 
as I sit up next to this young  boy.
    Feeling the  sloppiness of my cunt lips as more eases out of my pussy.  
Labia  stlck as I shift.  Reaching to his cock and playing with it as I 
lean  back and try to regain my composure.
    Much to late  to matter; but looking around behind me to see if there 
is anyone that saw  this tableau play out.  A sigh of relief as just rows of 
tombstones  as far as you can see and no one paying homage to the  dead.
    John's  fingers touching my nipples and my body trembling as I pull 
back to escape  his hand.  The boy knows my weakness and smiles amused as I 
push at  his hand.
    Needing time  to clear my head.  Unable to as he keeps my nerve endings 
alert and  sending messages of pleasure to my core.  Laying back open and  
spread, my fingers touching his presently harmless penis as the boy  arouses 
one nipple then the other and in between working the smooth button  of my 
clitoris till I can feel it engorged and raw with sensation, the  throbbing 
between my legs real as I slip my hips forward on the bench seat  and my 
thighs open wide to ease the access.
    My chest  heaving as I breath deeply and my heart is pounding fast.  
The boy  not letting up as I am totally unable to resist the touch of his 
fingers  on my body and sit trembling literally open to whatever he asks or does 
to  me.
    His dick  slowly swelling in my fingers as they loosely entwine around 
the  shaft.  My lips opening and low words escaping, "please stop."   My 
body quivering with sensation and more of my musk wharfing from my  nasty hole. 
 
    "Please, no  more."  My  lips quivering as I plead.  Tears in my  eyes. 
 In response, his fingers moving over my clit and taking a  small orgasm, 
my body clenches and contracts.  Moaning, my hand  just hanging at my side 
jerking as his fingers move back and forth  alternating with his lips on my 
diamond hard nipples.  The merest  touch causing me to shudder as my nerve 
ending are overloaded and  raw.
    Pleading  again, my words making no sense, just unintelligible sounds 
escaping my  quivering lips.  My heart pounding so hard in my chest, 
wondering if  I might be having a heart attack as my bottom bounces on the bench 
with  the continue stimulation.
    The cock  swelling and taking form as its steely core fills with blood 
and the soft  worm becomes a deadly viper oozing clear venom.  My eyes fixed 
on  it.
    Finding my  body eased down till my head is touching the warm surface 
of the mushroom  cap.  
    "Lick it Ms  Raven.  Get it good and wet.  You are going to like the 
feel of  this in your mouth.  His words, just sounds as my tongue slips out  
and touches the warm flesh, then licks around the top, tasting the precum  on 
my tongue tip.
    A loud moan  as I drop to my knees in front of him as he sits on the 
bench, sliding his  body forward, legs wide.  
    So little  hair around his cock and ball sack as I look at it from a 
fraction of an  inch away.  Tongue moving up the shaft, swirling  to cleanse 
the  shaft of any residual skank from my grease.  My hand jerking to   the 
shaft as my other hand rests on this thigh.  The prick stiffening  more as I 
suckle the young flesh of  my tormentor.
    My dress  hanging off my shoulder behind me as I crouch down and 
pushing his legs  wider, as I take one of his delicate testicles into my mouth and 
suckle  gently on the tender nut.  Moving my head back and letting it pop 
out  like a treat and then suckling the other nut.  His musk not as strong  
as I have found on some males; but still enticing as I nuzzle his ball  sack 
and cock with my nose as I tongue and lick and suckle the soft outer  skin 
of his cock.
    Eyes closing  as I raise up again, my thighs squeezing the fat lips of 
my cunt and  feeling the moisture being squeezed one lip rubbing grease on 
the  other.  My free hand slipping to my lap and finding my pearl and  
massaging around the perimeter.  Direct contact not possible as it is  so 
sensitive.
    My mouth  finding the crown, licking and then pulling to my lips, 
moving them wide  as I lean into the cock head and take it into my warm wet 
mouth.   LIps sealing on the hard shaft and lowering my body to tickle the hole 
of  my throat as I hum to vibarate against it.
    Pulling back  and stroking up and down on it, fucking my mouth in a 
nice slow movement,  my cheeks bulging and pulling in and out as I suckle the 
large boy  teat.
    Feeling some  control returning as my nipples are out of reach as he 
leans back on the  bench and allows me to give him some really good head.  His 
moaning  letting me know that I have the advantage now.
    I will draw  his venom one more time and he will be clay in my hands to 
be  molded.  Thinking I need to wear a bra more often as my nipples are  
dragging against his knees with some of my strokes and my body gasps as  the 
nerve ending shoot jolts of sensation to my  core.
    The buildup  in my body there; but held in check.  Sucking and blowing 
this boy as  he never has or will have again.  Taking my time and feeling 
his  cock, and more so his hips tensing and knowing I will have what semen is  
left in his balls very shortly.  Drained he will be harmless.   
Pulling my  lower lip back and exposing my teeth to rake along the 
underside of his  cock, scrapping it slowly as I massage the cum vein.
    I feel  tension again as he leans forward and think he is ready to blow 
his load,  but then feel his hand curling in my hair and pulling my head 
down onto  his cock, changing my rhythm.  His other hand reaching down 
awkwardly  and finding my left nipple and rolling it slowly with his finger.   The 
pain/pleasure from the contact making me lose my concentration as he  works 
the swollen and raw tissue with his fingers.  Moaning on his  cock as my 
body jerks and squirms as I try to bat away his hand and find  there is no 
strength in me to fight the contact.
    His hand  controlling my head as he now thrusts up to meet my face and 
the cock  rubbing the edges of my throat as I try to breathe in between  
strokes.  My eyes beginning to water as I mix some breathes, my lung  burning 
as I suck for oxygen and gasp my arms frantic to release my head  as he holds 
me tight to his groin.  My nose snuffling and running  moisture as are the 
sides of my lips as I drool  saliva.
    My hands on  his knees now, trying to push myself away as he slams my 
head hard into  his groin and feeling the tickling of his thin pubic hair  
against my  face.
    Whimpering in  real fear as my body is shaking as he finally releases 
my head and allows  me a hard choking breath.   My head spinning and seeing 
red  as he pushs it down again on his cock and groin and pumps his hips 
against  my mouth till he empties a small load of his cum into my mouth.  The  
seed slipping out through the side of my mouth and mixing with saliva  forming 
a long string of goo hanging from my chin to my  thigh.
    Coughing and  sputtering as he release my breast and head and laying on 
my side, mouth  wide as a breath deeply pulling in precious air.
    Looking up at  the boy as I lay at the foot of the bench and his hands 
reaching down to  tug on both of my nipples and draw me up to his lap using 
my panties to  wipe my face and then forcing me to clean his cock one more  
time.
    I have been  skull fucked before; but this boy has learned early to 
control me and it  is the same form as with Patrice.  Our nipples are so 
sensitive that  we have no resistance after  contact.
    The boy  looking down at me as I wipe my face and then stand and sit 
down,  buttoning my dress over my raw and aching nipples.  My body needing a  
good cum and John says that maybe next time.
    I can't  believe this young boy, telling me what he will give or not 
give me.   My arms crossed protectively over my breasts as we walk to my car.  
 
Driving the  boy to his home and sitting in the driver seat as we talk.  
His hand  resting on the inside of my thigh and just stroking the warm flesh 
as I  continue to use my arms to protect my weak spots.
    Explaining to  him that if he leaves Patrice alone, I will try to take 
care of his needs  when I am in town or can get away from my rental job in 
Connecticut.   
Giving him my  phone number to reach me there and telling him locally I am 
in the phone  book.  Collecting some semblance of my former confidence as he 
leaves  the car and waves.  "I will be seeing you soon Ms.  Rust."
    My drive to  my house a weepy affair as I realize that I am helpless 
against this boy  and now I am committed to meet him to ease Patrice's burden. 
  
The phone  call not convenient; but not unexpected as John wants to meet me 
at the  Pulaski Park in the pine wooded area at tomorrow morning at 9.  I  
can't brush him off and it is an extremely restless night as I used some  
single malt scotch to finally help me sleep and forget the  morrow.
    I am up early  every morning and down at the beach at 6 sipping my 
morning coffee.   Hurrying it a little as I need to be on the road by 6:30 just 
in case  there is traffic.  A two hour and fifteen minute drive  normally.
    I have  already picked out my clothes and wearing them.  A jean skirt 
and  spaghetti tank top that doesn't quite meet the waistband of my  skirt.  
I am not even going to waste my time wearing a bra and a  simple white thong 
completes my attire.  A pair of sandals on my feet  and I am ready for the 
drive to Poughkeepsie.
    Thinking  maybe I should reconsider my offer to be a stand in or 
whatever position  you want to call it for Patrice.  Just tell the boy that he 
needs to  keep away from her.
    Trying not to  think of anything remotely sexual as I beat the traffic 
and make it in  just over a couple of hours, stopping at a Dunkin Donut and 
getting a  large regular hot coffee and after parking in the lot, walking 
with my  shoulder bag over my left shoulder, I am as ready as I am going to be 
for  this encounter.  
    I have a  present for John in the form of a box of condoms.  He should 
be  thinking in terms of safe sex, not only for himself; but consider the  
girls that he is having sex with in the future.
    The bleachers  is where I will wait the appointed time and leave for 
the woods with five  minutes to go.  A few kids just practicing on the ball 
field  today.  Some teenage, some younger; but all eager to  play.
    My arms more  or less covering the front of my top as I don't want 
these young boys to  see that my nipples are pressing into the front and 
visible.  Bad  enough to have a boy like John running amok, much less to encourage 
these  others boys to think ahead as a girl/female as a sexual  object.
    My nipples  are still a bit tender and raw from my encounter of a few 
days ago and I  have lotion on them, maybe the taste will discourage his 
mouth; but doubt  it will stop his hands as he is aware of how I respond or more 
precisely,  helpless to resist.
    I do need to  stop this meeting with John, before it becomes a big and 
continuing  problem.  Looking at the time and sipping my coffee that is my  
lifeblood during the day.
    Taking a deep  breath and letting a large sigh escape my lips as I 
carefully step down  the bleachers and head for the wooded path.  My tan legs 
catching the  eyes of some of the boys and hearing a wolf whistle from behind 
me as my  hips sway a little as I walk from the field.
    The day warm;  but not overbearing at present as thankfully it is 
fairly early and the  heat is just beginning to raise the thermometer.
    Keeping the  pace down so as not to end up sweaty and hot.  The woods 
slowly  closing around me as I step from the path leading to the back gate of 
the  park.  No birds singing in the trees or rustling of small animals in  
the ground covering.  Most likely John is already there waiting form  me.
    Hopefully he  is horny and on edge and if we should do it, he won't 
last long and I can  say I have to get back to Connecticut soon thereafter.  
Coming into  the opening and seeing that I was right and he is waiting for me. 
  Having a cigarette that I definitely do not condone.  And looking  down 
to see he has some beers five in the holder and one in his  hand.
    His smile as  he sees me, does make me appreciated and stepping close 
he takes the  cigarette from his lips and leans to hug me and give me a kiss 
on the  lips.
    The taste of  cigarette on his lips, a turn off for me.  The boy 
breaking open  another beer and handing it to me.  I am not a big beer drinker and 
 picky on the type I drink, so sipping it and wetting my lips as I look  
around the area and wondering if he wants to go someplace else, like the  
cemetery again or park someplace else.  I am not volunteering my  house in 
Poughkeepsie, I definitely do not want to start  that.
    Looking at  him and shrugging my shoulders, causing one of my straps on 
my tank top to  slip down off my shoulder.  Placing my shoulder bag on the 
ground by  his six pack and taking another sip of the beer and placing that 
down  also.
    "Well, what  is it you would like John?" My hands on my hips as I stand 
legs shoulder  width apart looking at him.  His typical uniform I guess, 
jeans and a  tee shirt and sneakers.  Tighty whiteys  underneath.
    I see his  eyes moving from my face and dropping to my chest, staring 
at the nipples  thrusting at the front of my top and then down to my skirt 
that is a bit  over halfway up my thighs.  Wearing it short to show off my 
best  asset, my legs.
    "Come  here,"  walking to him and meeting him in another hug and kiss, 
my  hands going to his waist and holding them there as he nuzzles against my 
 lips and face, tongue finding my parted lips and slipping into to take  
possession.  My tongue dueling with his and pushing back to slip into  his 
mouth.  The pointy tip flicking and rubbing against his teeth and  cheeks as my 
teeth then find his lower lip and hold it gently as we look  eye to eye at 
each other.
    No, this is  not a look of love from one to the other; but of one out 
staring the  other.  Dropping his cig and grinding it under his sneaker and  
emptying the can of beer and throwing it to land near the full  cans.
    The signal  that the pleasantries are over as his hands move to my 
waist and he pivots  around me and hands lifting to cup my breasts in my top, 
his palms against  my nipples as his fingers knead the soft mounds of my 
breasts and he  grinds his groin into my hips.
    Smelling the  beer and cigerettes on his breath as he must be on tip 
toes as he pulls  down the other strap of my tank top and kisses the flesh of 
my  shoulder.  His lips sucking at the soft flesh and then moving to my  
neck and nuzzling it with his lips and face as he tongues and sucks at  that 
flesh also.
    Moaning  softly as it is not necessarily a button that will have me 
fall down and  spread my legs, but that spot just under the ear makes me gushy  
inside.  His hand reaching down to my waist, bunching up my tank top  and 
pulling it up over my breasts as his fingers have found the erect  nipples 
and he rolls them slowly with his thumb and index  fingers.
    The nubs  swelling more and becoming harder as they stick out from my 
chest for easy  access with his fingers.  Closing my eyes and feeling the 
electric  shock of sensation running to my core.  My chest pumping now and my  
heart racing as I didn't expect I could resist his attack on my  chest.
    As my nips  have swelled, so have my labia now, engorging with blood 
and pushing  against the material of my thong.  I know my walls are leaking, 
even  though I don't feel the moisture and catch the scent of my  musk.
    My head  rolling back, exposing my neck and shoulder more as his 
fingers  become more insistent and with a whimpering moan, feel my legs  
weakening.   The bulge pressed against my ass cheeks as he  slides one hand from a 
breasts over my tummy and then slips it down under  my waist and feel the warm 
finger pads meeting the upper swell of my  mound.  The middle finger just 
short of slipping into my  folds.
    Then his hand  slipping out and finding the button and zipper on my 
skirt and loosening  it enough to slip his hand again in the front of my skirt 
and under to my  thong and then into my thong to find the folds protecting 
my  clit.
    There will be  no talking things over with John till he has had his cum 
it seems, as he  is all out in his attack on my person.
    "Time to give  me some relief Ms Rust.  Turning me around again to face 
him now  and placing my hand on the front of his jeans to feel the bulge.  
His  soft exclamation letting me know that he is aroused quite nicely  
already.  My hands fumbling at his fly and finally succeeding in  opening it and 
freeing his erection, as my fingers wrap around his warm  cock and jerk it 
gently.
    His fingers  massaging one breast and playinf sticky fingers with my 
cunt.  A nice  erection; but nothing special as you would think a boy that is 
so sexually  advanced might have an obscenely huge prick.  Not  so.
    Kissing his  lips then breaking my kiss, "  Shimming out of my skirt 
and  thong and then lifting the tank top over my head as I place my skirt down 
 where I am going to be laying.  
    Then helping  John out of his clothes till we are both naked.  
Carefully laying  back on my clothing, to keep from getting stuff in and on my  ass. 
 "Are you sure you don't want to go someplace else?  This  is not going to 
be comfortable.
Spreading my legs and thinking I must  look like one of those shots you see 
in a porno book.  Old bitch,  legs spread wide, showing her wet gash and 
hoping to entice the hard cock  into her hole.   
    John not  waiting but laying down over me, his cock gliding into my wet 
hole  with no effort as he buries it deep and I give him a squeeze of my  
walls.  I don't know how many girls he has fucked; but I am sure  there is 
not one that knows how to kegel like I do.  Doing pushups  over my body, his 
cock sliding in and easing out his mouth finding my left  nipple and that 
will be his suckle victim today, as he tongues and works  his lips over the 
rock hard nub with each  stroke.
    My kegeling  on every few strokes taking its toll as I can hear his 
moan with each  squeeze and feel the pressure of his lips on my breast increase 
as I  clench my wet skanky sheath around his  dick.
    HIs grunting  and breathing becoming more pronounced as he strokes into 
my body for long  minutes now and my hips lift to meet his strokes in loud 
wet slaps of  flesh.  My own body writhing under him as he continues to 
assail my  nipple.  
    My first  oragasm a usual small one as my wall contract involuntarily 
around his  cock and then a couple of more quick contractions.  Panting with 
the  effort as my hands reach to his ass cheeks and dig the ends of my  
fingers into his soft flesh.  Pulling him closer and deeper into  my body.
    Eyes closed  as I hump up to him and as I massage his cock I can feel 
myself building  again to another climax.  My  eyesopening to slits as he 
moans  and I look up as he is cumming now and spewing his seed deep in my  
pussy.  These little sperm escaping to find my womb opening and try  to 
fertilize my egg.  Not going to happen baby.
    Then as I lay  milking at his cock as it continues to spit its scum, I 
realize that there  is someone watching us,  a beer in his hand and a 
strange smile on  his lips.
    "Stop.   Stop John, get off of me."  Panic in my body as I look over 
John's  shoulder at the persona and then realize there are two.  Pushing the  
boy off of my body as I slip from under him and look to grab for my  cloth
ing; which I am lying on top of at present.   
One of my  hands reaching to cover my chest and the other reflexively 
reaching to  cover my pubic area.  John rolling off to the side and looking up 
and  smiling.
    "Hi Walt,  Tommy, glad you guys could make it.  I got her all warmed up 
for  you."  His sperm is leaking out of my hole as I lay naked unable to  
move or reach for my clothing as I watch the newcomers.  Both of them  
teenage boys, though one looks older then the other.
    It is easy to  figure that I have been set up by John.  They quickly 
getting into  the sex.
    "Yeah, seems  you came just in time for us to step up."  The older of 
the two boys  looking down at me and opening his fly to pull out his stiff 
cock.   "Sloppy seconds it seems for me and thirds for you Tommy.  She is  
little old don't you think, maybe older then all three of us  combined.  His 
laugh nasty and the other boy's is forced.  This  new boy, Walt is trouble.
    Finally,  sitting up and reaching for my top and lifting to pull my 
skirt from under  me as I prepare to dress and get out of here  quickly.
    The boy  shaking his head as he looks down at me.  "You aren't going 
anywhere  lady.  You have a couple of hard dicks to get  off."
    Looking to  John and then trying to stand up and feeling myself pushed 
back to land on  my ass hard.  You lady are going to get fucked and  hard."
    As I try to  rise again the boy grabs my arms and slaps across my 
breasts, another slap  across my face, then turns me around and then pushes me to 
the ground  again.
    My breast and  cheeks stinging from the open hand and a red warm flush 
on my face as I  have stumbled to the ground again.
    "Now Lady, no  more games.  Get on all fours and stay there."  My fear 
of this  boy causing me to obey, as I kneel looking at the ground, my knees 
and  hands supporting me.  Sobbing, tears running down my cheeks as I  wait. 
 Then feeling a foot kicking my legs further apart.  The  feel of warm 
flesh against my ass cheeks and thighs and then a grunt as  the boy spears my 
cunt from behind and grabs my waist to pull me back on  his prick.  
    Just holding  me there, impaled on his shaft and then a warning 
whispered from  above.  "Do not scream lady or I will really lay into you."  His  
hand smacking hard against my ass cheek to test his  point.
    Biting back  my scream of pain, as a hot flash of warmth surfaces as 
the sting of the  slap subsides.  My legs shaking as he kneels behind me and 
just holds  me tight to his body.  Then feeling his hand reach lower and find 
the  folds protecting my clitoris and his finger rubbing hard over the 
smooth  button.
    Not a gentle  caress to stimulate arousal; but a rough touch that still 
sends shock  waves to my core and in spite of my fear, I can feel the 
buildup in my  body from his touch.
    Hearing a  rustling of the pine needles on the floor and then seeing a 
naked body in  front of me, lifting up my head and pushing a semi hard cock 
to my  mouth.  John is aroused again, as I can smell my musk and taste it as 
 he pushes the dick into my mouth.  My lips sealing around the cock  and 
the slow rhythm of his hips beginning the fuck of my  mouth.
    Walt behind  me giving a loud laugh and then his body jerking back and 
forward as he  now fucks me from behind and the boys have me spitted like 
some barbeque  meat.  The back and forth giving a sound of wet flesh as the 
cock in  my cunt is siphoning out my grease and John's semen, while the boy in 
 front is doing the same with my saliva.
    My breasts  jigglin under my body like the udders of some animal, till 
John reaches  under and traps the hard nubs in his fingers.  Not able to 
protest as  he pinches and squeezes the sensitive tips.  My spittle gurgling 
out  of the sides of my mouth as I writhe in pain and pleasure from the 
contact  with my nipples.
    The boy  behind me laughing again loudly as my body squeezes and grips 
his cock as  his body pounds into to me from behind.  His pubic hair 
scratching my  soft ass cheeks, tickling as his cock ride in and out of my fat 
juicy cunt  lips.
    My moans  muffled and eyes closed as I rock on my knees and hands with 
the guidance  of the pricks in my holes.  John pulling my head tight with 
one hand  as he tugs on my nipple and quickly his goo is coating my mouth with 
a  film of cream.
    The boy  behind me continuing to fuck away for another minute or so, 
slapping my  ass and frigging my clit with hard fast momvement of his fingers. 
  Taking an orgasm from my body.  Not a nice gentle one or long one,  but a 
harsh raw release as my insides churn on his cock and my walls  contract 
hard in a gut wrenching release.
    As the last  of the seed is sucked from the cock in my mouth and my 
head is freed, I  find I can think again and concentrate on getting this boy 
off.   Kegeling on him hard, holding it and then releasing.  "Ohhhhhhh  fuck.  
She has some cunt when she squeezes."  His words what I  am waiting to hear 
as he is dumping his load inside of me.  His body  slamming hard to mash my 
ass cheeks and then jerking, spewing his seed  deep in my tunnel.  My eyes 
rolling in my head as I continue to work  his cock and draw his seed.
    My body  falling forward as he pulls out and pushes me away in the same 
 movement.  Panting hard as my chest is pounding and my heart  racing.
    Laying on the  pines needles, not even feeling those ends pushing at my 
skin like small  needles.  My body bruised and aching.  Lips dry as I try 
to lick  them and my cunt leaking the soggy release of two cocks now.  Sticky 
 goo coating my labia and thighs.
    "Sit  up."  The command from Walt.  Turning to look up at him and  
understanding that he wants me to clean his slimey cock as he shakes it in  his 
hand.  Still with some semblance of an  erection.
    Pushing  myself up and knee walking to him and taking his cock in my 
mouth.   Tongue and lips cleaning him of his seed and my cunt taste.  Milking  
the last drop of his discharge from the shaft and into my mouth as he  
pushes me away to fall back again on my back.  
    My legs  spread obscenely, exposing the fat labia, coated with scum.  
My  nipples a dark color from the abuse as much as from the stimulation.   
The small breasts standing up like small vocanos from my chest.  My  mouth and 
face wet and sticky with tears, and saliva, snot and  semen.
    I was never  pretty and definitely not the face that someone would want 
to kiss.   The face and body of a used slut as I look up at the three boys 
standing  around me.
    "Go get it  Tommy, bust your nuts in her.  She is loosened up good 
now."   Walt edging the thrid boy on and seeing him open his trousers and push  
them down his legs as he kneels between my legs.  Adjusting them and  
pushing them apart as he lowers and shoves his erection into my hole and  pumps 
away.  The boy is probably the younger of the three and his  movements jerky 
and unsure as he fucks my nasty gash.   
Feeling a  little sorry for him, and I have no idea why.  I give him a few  
kegels to let him feel my cunt holding him and the third clench takes his  
seed as he jerks into my body and adds more spunk to the  mixture.
    Laying back  and humilated and ashamed of myself and how I have ended 
up in this  situation.  My body used by these young boys, raped; but I let 
myself  to this.
    Sitting up as  Walt directs me to clean Tommy and not even resisting as 
I suckle the  softening cock and taste seed and my cunt once  again.
    Then laying  back broken and used waiting on what is next.  Walt 
bullshitting with  John and then saying he would meet up with him tomorrow.  Tommy 
just  watching not saying a word, not having said a single word during this 
 encounter.
    Walt not even  looking at me as he tells John, that he will have to try 
that old slut  again sometime.  The two boys leaving me naked on the floor 
of the  forest and John standing and I think a little embarrassed looking 
down at  me.
    "Sorry."  The only word as he dresses and grabbing his beer  walks away 
leaving me alone.    As long minutes go by, I  can now feel the needles 
pushing into my skin like pins and sit up again  and then look around for my 
clothing as I bend over and push myself into a  standing position.
    My thong  wiping at my pussy and the steady leak of white cream from my 
bruised cunt  lips.  Bracing with one hand against a tree and trying to 
force the  scum from inside of my body.
    My body  aching as I step into my skirt and tug it over my hips and 
secure it and  then finding my tank top and pulling that down over my head and 
my  body.  My nipples thrusting out as hard pebbles.  Aching and raw  every 
movement pulling the tank top to rub the sensitve tips.   Wadding up my 
thong, now a soggy rag and shoving it into my shoulder  bag.
    Looking  around and bending to take the beer I was drinking and using 
it to wet my  parched and raw throat.  The film of cum still a reminder as I 
work  my lips, feeling them bruised.
    Not even  going to look in my compact mirror at my face, as I will 
probably find  that I look battered as my cheek swollen from the hard slap.    
Lifting up my skirt and top again and wiping more debris from the forest  
floor off of my body.  Finding the sticky cum as seeped between m  legs to coat 
my ass.
    Each step my  cunt lips rubbing against each other and reminding me of 
this all too real  gang bang/rape.  Not looking at the boys and what I must 
look like as  I pass the ball field.  
    "Ms.  Rust."  Looking to the bleachers and seeing Patrice sitting with  
John.  Not sure what to do as I stop in my tracks.  Looking as  Patrice 
waves me over and trying not to let her see by my walk that my  cunt lips are 
rubbing sorely with each step I take.  I can see in her  eyes that she knows 
what has taken place at least that John and me were in  the woods.  And I am 
sure I look like I have been freshly  fucked.  Giving a weak wave back as I 
walk slowly to my car in the  parking lot.
    John managing  to apologize to me over the phone and meeting him a week 
later and having  a nice conversation.  Keeping his hands off of me; by 
slowing him  down with a lovely blow job.
    Meeting him  again a week later at Fernwood Forest.  A park north of 
Poughkeepsie  that is good for hiking; but little used.  I know I shouldn't 
keep  giving in to him; but Patrice has told me that he hasn't bothered her  
lately.  I am sure she knows exactly why that is not  happening.
    For a change  John is wearing a pair of shorts with a tee shirt and his 
usual  sneakers.  I have a nice pair of shorts, tight in the butt and loose 
 in the pant legs, a tank top and sneakers.  With water bottles,  taking 
the trail that leads to the fire tower and what is a wonderful view  of the 
river.
    The parking  lot empty of vehicles so we should not see many people in 
our hike.   Though hiking through woods, it is a bit hot and stifling as no 
breeze is  blowing through the trees and I am working up a nice sweat as we 
hike  uphill.  I can feel the moisture at my hairline and the back of my  
neck and feel it at the top of my ass crack and in the juncture of my  thighs 
and lower body and under my arms.
    John's shirt  is wet in the chest with sweat and in the dark stains of 
his armpits as we  labor up the trail.
    A total  relief when I see the first glimpse of the tower and as we 
come closer  realizing the number of steps on the ladders and stairs leading up 
to the  top.  As we break into the clearing it is hot and sunny; but 
hinting  of a breeze at the very top as we look to the woods and river and see  
movement in the tree tops.
    Of course  John had me climb up first and I had to slap his hand from 
under my shorts  a number of times as we climbed the stairs and the final 
ladder to the  crow's nest.  The structure was an actual fire watch tower for 
the  area and as the literature of the park mentions was a spot used to watch 
 for enemy planes during WW2.
    The enclosed  structure at the top was about eight feet by eight feet 
with the hole in  the middle for the ladder.  The walls are waist high on all 
sides and  a roof to keep out the rain and snow.
    Luckily no  one was in the tower when I jumped up to the floor; because 
of a goose  inside my pant leg that pinched at my pubes.  John stepping up 
after  I threatened to push him back down with my foot.
    Backing me up  to one corner and kissing me hard, his lips mashing on 
mine as my arms go  around his waist.  I know well that this is a mistake 
that I have  made and most likely will continue to make the rest of the summer. 
  
His hand up  under my tank top and rubbing my lower back and then cupping 
my ass cheeks  as he pulls me against his erection.  
    "Did you have  that hard on all the way up the tower?  It must have got 
in your way  climbing."  Giggling as he grinds it into my  mound.
    "You gave me  that hard on and I am going to give it to you or in you." 
 His hands  finding their way into the back of my shorts and squeezing the 
soft flesh  of my ass cheeks as he pulls me tight again to his  body.
    Using my  tongue to fuck his mouth as we swap spit and I moan into his 
mouth.   My hands slipping from around his back to touch the bulge in his 
britches  and massage it through his pants.  I know I need to take the edge 
off  of his cock and the best way is a blow job.
    Fingers  fumbling at his fly, as he has now pulled his hands free of my 
shorts and  has found the hard nipples through the material of my top.  His 
 fingers rolling the hard tips as I moan into his mouth and feel that I  
have lost the initiative as my nerve endings are already shooting jolts of  
pleasure to my core.
    Feeling the  warm softness of the outer shaft as my fingers grasp the 
swollen  organ.  A soft whimper as he tugs on my nipples and rubbing his 
thumb  over the tip, not gently.  My legs ready to buckle as they have gone  
weak as I rest against a support in one of the corners of the  tower.
    My hands  undoing my shorts and thong and pushing them down to my 
ankles as I pull  his hands away from my breasts.  Then turning to lean over the 
edge  of the open edge of the window area and spreading my legs wiggling my 
ass  against his cock.
    Moaning as  one of his hands finds my vulva and the fingers knowingly  
expose the  small button leading to my core.  His finger pad massaging the  
throbbing tissue, as his other hand again takes possession of my nipple  and 
continues to massage the sensitive nub till I am in total  submission.
    "Gawd,  John.  Fuck me.  Stick your cock in my nasty hole.   Ohhhhhh, 
please fuck me now"..........my begging a series of trembling  words and 
phrases as he fingers my hole and continues the assault with his  fingers on 
nipple and clit.
    My hips  shaking in anticipation as my ass cheeks rub against the 
swollen tip  teasing me from behind.  Totally helpless and unaware of anything;  
but the need to have his cock deep inside of me.
    A long groan  of pleasure as he adjusts behind me and I feel his naked 
body against my  backside and then the knob sliding between my thighs and 
spearing the  opening to my pussy.  My juicy cunt giving a welcoming squeeze 
as he  flattens my ass cheeks with a hard thrust and a groan of pleasure 
escapes  my lips.  
    His hands  grabbing my hips and holding me as he thrusts in and pulls 
out of my  greasy hole.  The wet slap of flesh and suctioning of my juices as 
he  pulls back the only sounds other then the hard breathing of both of us 
and  my hisses and pants as he is working me up to a very aroused state.   
One hand  slipping around to massage my clitoris as he smacks into me from  
behind.  My walls clenching and squeezing and massaging his erection  as it 
pummels my insides.  
    The edge of  the open window area cutting into my body as he slams into 
me again and  again with force.  The pressure building inside of me and a 
quick  small orgasm does little to ease the strain.
    Sweating from  the heat outside of me and inside of me.  My breasts 
jiggling, hard  diamond tips aching with sensation as they brush against the 
wooden  structure.
    My moans and  groans loud and frequent as I look out from the tower; 
but focus on  nothing; but the buildup of pressure inside of me.
    John grunting  and thrusting harder, a sign that he is getting ready to 
give me his  seed.  Concentrating on kegeling hard on his cock and holding 
to milk  it as he grabs my hips and pulls me as tight against his body.  HIs 
 pubic hair scratchy on my skin.  His prick ejecting me with his cream  as 
I swear I can feel the head swelling inside of me with each spurt of  semen.
    One of my  hands reaching down to rub at my engorged clit and add and 
involuntary  contraction to my intentional clenches on his cock.  My body 
jerking  spasticly against the side of the tower as I cum on his cock.  My  
finger sawing over my raw clit as my legs tense and toes curl in my  sneakers 
and a long low moan of release escapes my parched lips.  My  nostrils 
pinching tight and a flush of heat on my upper chest as my  insides grab his cock 
and spasm again and again.
    Leaning  weakly on the side of the tower as I grip it for support, eyes 
closed and  thoughts a muddle as I try to control my breathing and bring 
myself back  to a rational state.
    Feeling the  cock soften a little and slip out of my pussy, frothy 
cream coating my  swollen labia as a string of white slips from my battered lips 
and  stretches to the floor before pulling free to from a small puddle 
between  my legs.
    Feeling hands  reaching for my wrists and pulling them behind me in a 
firm grip.   The hands levering my wrist into the air and bending me over in 
the  process.  John's slick cock in my line of sight.  Wet with my  grease 
and his semen.  My eyes going wide as I realize that it is not  John holding 
my wrists up; but turning my head and seeing the stupid grin  on Walt's face 
as he uses my arms as wheel barrel handles and directs me  to the cock that 
need cleaning.
    He must have  slipped up and undressed while I was in the throes of 
release as I had not  heard a sound on the ladder.  My shoulders aching as he 
keeps me bent  low and spreading my legs for balance as he steps close and 
slip his cock  between my thighs and the fat knob parting my bruised cunt  
lips.
    Gurgling as  John's cock fills my mouth and Walt has penetrated deep 
into my molten  cunt.  Eyes watering as I grunt with each thrust pushes me 
onto the  cock in my mouth.  Tongue trapped under the soft shaft as my cheek  
pull in and out as I suckle the boy  teat.  Saliva dribbling  down my chin, 
oozing from the sides of my mouth.  My nose being  tickles by the pubic down 
and mashed into his groin as Walt pounds  savagely into my body.
    Bracing as  best I can with my spread legs to the onslaught of man meat 
plummeting my  insides.  Walt's grunt low behind me as I feeling a roaring 
in my ear  and then my whole body weakening as John reaches down and fingers 
my sore  nipples.  Helplessly impaled on two cocks, skewered and meat for 
the  taking.
    Sweat pouring  down my ass crack and under my hair and the crease of my 
thighs as rock to  the rhythm of the boys using my holes.  Trying to time 
my breathing  so as to take oxygen into my body between deep  thrusts.
    Walt's  laugher sinking into my consciousness as he is saying something 
to John as  they work me back and forth.  My legs tense and straining.  My  
thighs and labia feeling the slap of Walt against my body.  His ball  sack 
banging into my thighs.
    Not able to  think; but riding the sensations as my nipple burn with 
pain and pleasure  as John pulls and tug and twists the sensitive tips.  
Walt's finger  finding my clit and rubbing over that throbbing button and my 
insides  roiling with jolts of pleasure being processed in my  core.
    Feeling the  runoff of my sweat trickling into my ass crack and then 
pooling around my  bum hole and then realizing that Walt is spitting to make a 
rivulet of  moisture in my crack.  His finger a shock as I jerk as it 
touches my  brown hole and works the spit and sweat into the tight  ring.
    Grunting and  unable to protest as the finger pushes into my ring, 
slowly massaging the  band of flesh.  Not prepared to have someone playing with 
my asshole  as he slowly fucks it with his finger as he continues to slam 
his cock  into my messy pussy.
    John and Walt  laughing as I try to wiggle and escape the penetrating 
diget.  Then  feeling it pulled out and Walt shifting behind me and holding 
my hips  shifts his body till the slimey cock is resting on my ass crack.   
Wiping my grease and John's cum around my ring and then raising up on his  
toes and pushing the fat knob against the tight bum  hole.
    My eyes going  wide as I feel the pressure of the cock head forcing the 
entrance to my  ass.  Gurgling and gagging on the prick in my mouth as I 
try to spit  it out to protest.  The pressure increasing till the knob pushes 
into  my ass as Walt spits more of his saliva onto my  crack.
    My head  pounding as he eases it deeper into my body and I feel the 
fullness in my  rectum.  Whimpering around John's cock that is now rock hard  
again.  Walt pushing till his cock is fully pressed into my back  tunnel.  
His balls sack slapping on my cunt lips as he pulls back and  slowly eases in 
again and slowly speeds up his thrusts as my dirt hole is  slick now with my 
grease and his spit.
    His finger  still rubbing my clit and John still abusing my nipples 
that are painful  to just the touch now.  The hard thrusts of the cock in my 
ass,  causing more strain on my shoulders as I try to pull away from the  
impaling shaft.
    In spite of  the uncomfortable feeling in my ass and body, my insides 
are ready to  release another series of contractions as my cunt walls close 
and open  with a hard release.  My body shuddering with the hard orgasm 
lasting  long seconds.   My juicy cunt leaking more juices that are  thrust 
forcefully from my tunnel.
    Walt slamming  hard into my ass now with force.  The pain not as bad as 
initially;  but still not as lubed as would be comfortable.  Then his hands 
 pulling me tight and I can feel him emptying his seed into my bowels as he 
 jams his cock hard against my ass cheeks.
    John holding  my head now as he skull fucks my face as Walt is still 
lodged in my ass,  John pulls free and spews a light load of seed on my face 
and into my  hair.  My eyes burning from the string coating the left  eye.
    My legs  trembling and whole body going cool and then a hot flush as 
both of the  boys  release me to sink to my knees on the floor.  A loud pop  
and feeling in my ass as Walt pulls free.  My arms aching as he  releases 
them and I curl up in a fetal position on the  floor.
    My face a  ruined mess of fluids from my tears and snot and saliva and 
male  seed.  My ass feeling strange and I can feel sperm leaking from  it.  
Finally looking up at the boys and seeing Walt, using his finger  to beckon 
me.
    "Come here  slut, you need to clean my cock of your shit."  Flushing as 
I look  up, burning with humilation and embarrassment.  Then pushing myself 
 to my feet and using my tongue and lips and mouth to lick and suck his  
prick clean.  Tasting my ass and pussy on his cock as he holds me to  his 
groin and I suckle out a couple more drops of his seed and then sit  back on my 
legs as I look at the two boys.
    Totally  broken and helpless to my needs as I look at the two young men 
who have  turned me into a gutter slut to service them.
    "Maybe next  time I will let you clean John's ass and my cock after I 
fuck him in front  of you.  You would love that you old whore."
    The words  ringing in my ears as I look up at Walt and know that I am 
helpless to  resist these boys.  Knowing that I would do whatever they tell 
me  once they have pressed my buttons.
    Eyes pleading  for mercy as male seed coat all three of my holes.  
Noting Walt is  the dominant male when present; but John dominates me as  well.
    The summer  was long and I did much commuting back and forth from 
Connecticut to takes  care of the needs of these boys and a few others that they 
gave my body to  use..........  As the school year begins I miss them as 
they are  going to public school; but still run to their beck and  call........
    
    
    
    
    
    
 
 
 
 
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