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   Chapter 6
   It was only 4:30 when I got home so I knew that I had time for a good
cum staring at my filthy body in my mirror.  I kept seeing myself with my
head stuck between those two garbage cans as the two of them fucked me
senseless and the picture of it drove me over the top in no time at all.  I
took a shower and put on a clean crop top, my favorite pink panties and a
`decent' pair of cut-offs.  Then I went through the whole house making sure
that I hadn't missed anything that morning.  I didn't want to do anything
to make my mom mad at me again.  I was still hoping that she would
`unground' me.  I wasn't so sure that I wanted to go to the pool though. 
That would be too humiliating, and there was no way that I could go into
the water if I didn't want to get arrested.
   The only thing that I could find that was out of place was my towel and
the magazines in the back yard.  Mr.  Howard was right.  Just looking at my
flip-flops reminded me of how they had spanked me so hard, and why.  So I
ran out bare foot to get them, threw the towel down the laundry chute and
put the magazines back on the coffee table in the living room.  When my mom
got home she was early and didn't have Debbie with her.  She retraced my
steps and inspected the whole house before telling me what a great job I
had done.  She had decided to unground me and take me to get my new suit
that night, instead of making me wait until Saturday.
   It didn't take long.  I fell in love with a peach colored one as soon as
I saw it and it fit me perfectly.  The cups were separated by a string so I
could adjust them and that's when we learned that I was now a C.  The
bottoms were just right; not too snug and not too loose like the first one
she bought me.  I must have thanked her 5 times before she told me
`enough'. The best thing for her was when we went up to the counter and
found out that it was cheaper and she ended up with a store credit.
   I thought we were going to leave after that but she surprised me again.
She took me into Penney's and bought me 2 new school uniforms.  2 new bras,
and 2 pairs of bikini brief panties.  A lot of the other girls were wearing
thongs by then and would make fun of those of us that didn't, but it never
really bothered me.  Like everything else that I owned my old ones were too
small for me.  I knew that she couldn't afford to buy 5 sets of everything
I needed to get me through a whole week.  She told me that I would just
have to make do until she could afford to buy me more.  I wasn't about to
tell her that secretly I was glad.  The slut in me couldn't wait to tease
the boys at school with my short skirts, tight blouses and camel-toed
panties 3 days a week.  We picked up Debbie and on the way home she
surprised me again when she stopped at McDonalds and bought each of us a
chocolate shake.  So even though it was a day late it was a pretty good
birthday for me.  There was no way that I could tell her about the presents
that Mr.  Sanders had given me.
   Somehow word got out of course.  That fall I learned that guys talk just
like girls do.  It wasn't just Mr.  Sanders and Mr.  Bailey's friends at
the monthly `poke her' games.  It was Mr.  Hanacek, who lived two doors
down the street, Mr.  Prough who lived right behind us across the alley,
and Mr.  Groh's brother.  He lived up in Florence but once the two of them
started playing with me he visited his brother a lot more than he ever had
before.  Mr.  Prough was the best in a lot of ways.  He was an insurance
agent and one or two days a week he would come home early and wait for me
between our garage and the Lilac bushes.  The first time he did it I almost
jumped out of my skirt.  It was always the same.  As soon as I came through
the bushes he would look down at me and ask,
   "Before or after?"
   "Before."
   That was it.  That was the total extent of our conversations for the
next five years.  He would make me bend over with my hands against the
garage wall and flip up my skirt.  10 hard spanks later he would unzip his
pants, fuck me as hard as could for 5 or 6 minutes, dump his load in me,
zip up and walk back through the bushes.  Nobody ever made feel like a
dirty little cum dump the way that he did.  By Halloween Mr.  Anderson and
Mr.  Espland from the street behind Mr.  Bailey were fucking me too.  I had
pretty much become the neighborhood slut.
   Mr.  Bailey called me the neighborhood bicycle because everybody was
riding me.  He said that at one of Mr.  Sanders `poke-her' parties and I
didn't think they were ever going to stop laughing.  I was bent over the
arm of the chair with 5 loads of cum dripping out of me and 3 or 4 running
down my face at the time, so they couldn't see how humiliated I felt and
how much I wanted to cum because of it.  Mr.  Sanders knew me better than
any of them and even though he couldn't see my face he knew what I was
feeling.  As soon as I pushed my hand down between my thighs he looked over
at me and said,
   "Get your fingers out of there, Candy or I'll give you another
spanking!"
   I had already had two 13's by then.  They liked to see me with my cheeks
glowing red and every now and then one of them would come over and give me
5 or 6 more to keep them that way.  I'll never know who did it but I
suspect it was Mr.  Bailey since he is the one that first came up with it.
But I can't be sure because they all started calling me that after that
night.  Christmas morning when we came out on our porch to go to church
there was a wrapped box with my name on it in front of the door.  Inside
was an old fashioned bicycle bell.  I told my mom that it must be a prank
by one of the boys at school but I knew what it really meant and had to
spend the whole Mass sitting on wet panties.
   But now that I think about it Mr.  Sanders was a good candidate too. 
Just like when he would send me over to his house to get things that he
`forgot' he loved to give me reminders of what a little slut I was.  The
Thursday morning of my `birthday week' I ran down the stairs just like I
always did but he had pinned GHS on his door.  I knew he was making me wait
for him and I guess to be honest I was kind of in love with him a much as
in lust.  All of them made me cum but I definitely liked it the best when I
was with him.  I was disappointed but I knew I couldn't expect him to want
me every day and at least it gave me a chance to show off my new suit at
the pool all day.
   Ashley and Courtney were jealous because I had one of the new string
type tops and they still had halters.  They were happy for me because they
said they knew how embarrassing it must have been for me to been seen with
a camel-toe all of the time.  I didn't dare admit to them how much I
secretly loved being seen like that.  They also admitted that it had been
embarrassing for them to be seen with me, even though they knew it was
because my mom couldn't afford to buy me a new one.  They were afraid that
since people assumed I was a slut because of my suit they would think my
friends were sluts too.
   Friday morning was the same thing.  When I got down to the door it was
only to see GHS pinned to it.  I remember being worried that maybe he
didn't ever want to be with me again, that maybe I had acted too nasty on
my birthday in front of him and his friends.  I kept worrying it about it
off and on all day to the point that Ashley asked if I was ok.  I told her
that it was just a headache.  When we got back to her house on the way home
I told her that I didn't need her wrap anymore because of my new suit and
gave it back to her.  It's bad, I know, but one block later I pulled the
cups apart as far as I dared, pulled my bottoms up as tight as I could and
creamed a little every time a car would drive by me.  By the time I got to
our block I wasn't just showing my slit to everyone but a very wet slit.
   I shouldn't have worried about Mr.  Sanders.  When I got home his truck
was in his driveway and he was waiting for me in his garage.  As soon as he
saw my soaking wet camel-toe he started to laugh, reached down to stroke me
and said,
   "God you are such a little slut, Candy.  Now you are not just letting me
humiliate you, you are doing it to yourself.  But where is your other suit?
Rich told me what they made you do to it yesterday."
   As he continued to rub me I explained to him that I couldn't wear it
because it was barely decent when it was dry and was all but transparent
when it was wet.  I told him that I would get arrested if I wore it to the
pool or out in public.  He said that he didn't care and that next time he
saw me in a bathing suit it better be that one.  Then he told me that he
had plans for me the next day and to make sure I brought it with me.  He
stopped rubbing me right when I was on the edge, told me to turn around,
grabbed the bows on the sides of my suit and then pulled my bottoms right
through my legs so fast it took me a second to realize what he had done. 
He made me give him my top, spanked me really hard and said,
   "You get these back when I see you in the other one.  Now go."
   I started to gush before I got up to our back door and finished myself
off bent over our kitchen sink watching him walk into his house.
   I was worried.  Since my mom had cancelled my birthday party earlier in
the week I wasn't going to have anything to do all day Saturday.  I
couldn't go to the pool in my blue suit and if I didn't go, my mom would
get suspicious and start asking questions.  I knew I was going to have to
lie to her and I really hated doing that because she always caught me.  So
I did what I always did when I didn't want to do something.  I faked being
sick.  When she got home I was under the covers in my bed flushed and a
little sweaty.  I had timed it a little too close and my dildo was still in
me when she walked in.  I told her that I didn't feel very well and that I
had terrible headache.  She put it down to too much sun at the pool that
day, got me a couple of her migraine pills and told me that I would
probably feel better in the morning.
   My other worry was Mr.  Sanders.  He had said that he had plans for me
and though I had no idea what they were I was pretty sure they included my
blue suit, with me in it.  There was no way that I could get by my mom and
out of the house in it.  I shouldn't have worried.  When he wanted to get
into my pants he always found a way.  When I woke up the next morning I
decided that I had to keep playing sick.  Instead of taking a shower like I
usually did I threw on a t-shirt and a pair of panties and walked down the
stairs with `bed-head', hoping to convince my mom that I still didn't feel
well.  But when I got down to the living room I could hear her on the
phone,
   "Oh Jim, that's a wonderful idea.  I'm sure she would love to.  All she
does is go to the pool every day and this will be a nice change for her. 
Let me go up and ask her and I will call you back.  Oh, wait here she is
now.  Candy, it is Jim Sanders.  Your Dad has to work today and he wants to
know if you would like to go up to the car show in Stevensville with him.
He is a judge this year and he needs someone to hand out the flyers on his
Mustang while he is out looking at the other cars.  What do you think?"
   I remember feeling so relieved that I couldn't help but let a smile
cross my face,
   "Sure mom that would be awesome."
   "Jim, she'd love to go.  What time are you going to leave?  Really?  No,
that's fine.  She can get ready fast when she wants to.  I'll make sure she
is over there with time to spare.  That's a good idea.  I'll tell her.  And
thanks for asking her, Jim"
   When she hung up the phone she told me that I had half an hour to eat
some cereal, take a shower, blow dry my hair, get dressed and over to Mr.
Sanders house.  She was right about one thing.  I could move pretty fast
when I wanted to.  And I knew I was going to get bent over something before
the day was over so I definitely wanted to.  When I walked back into the
room brushing my hair my mom was putting my Grizzlies' sweatshirt and gray
sweatpants into my backpack.
   "Jim suggested you bring some warm clothes with you.  You know how cool
it can get up there in the evenings.  So I packed your sweats, your
Sketchers and a pair of socks.  And why don't you put your hair up in pig
tails today.  You look so cute that way and it will help keep your hair out
of your face if it gets windy.  You better take that brush with you just in
case.  Now get dressed.  He's leaving in ten minutes."
   I knew why he really wanted me to bring some warm clothes and it had
nothing to do with it getting cold up the valley.  It was August, and while
it was possible that cool air would roll down the Bitterroots in the
evening it was just as likely that it wouldn't, considering how hot it had
been that summer.  What he really wanted, and expected, was that my blue
suit would be wrapped up in my backpack too.  As soon as my mom left the
room I went over to my bottom dresser drawer where I had hidden it and
stuffed it under my sweats.  Then I put my hair up and ran down the stairs.
My flip-flops were by the back door and as I put them on I shuddered and
felt a glob of goo soak into my panties.  I gave me my mom a kiss and one
of those weird thoughts went through my brain again.  I was wondering what
she would have done if she knew how wet my panties were, and why.
   He was waiting for me and when I got over to his driveway he pulled the
back of the seat down on my side, threw my backpack on top his toolbox,
pushed the seat back and told me to get in.  My mom had come out on the
back porch and we both waved at her as we backed out of the driveway.  Then
it happened again.  I wondered what she would have thought if she knew her
little 13 year old daughter was going to get fucked silly for the 10th time
in 5 days.  Mr.  Sanders didn't let me ponder very long.  As soon as we
were on the street he asked me if I had brought it.  When I told him that I
had he looked at me and said,
   "I knew you would you little slut.  You want to be seen in it don't
you?"
   I knew that I did.  The exhibitionist in me was begging to, but I
couldn't admit it at first.  Mr.  Sanders wasn't about to put up with my
denial, he reached across the seat, grabbed my pigtail and forced me to
look at him,
   "Don't you?!"
   "Yes sir."
   "Then put it on now.  I want to see what you look like in it."
   "Now?  Right here in the truck.  What if somebody sees me?"
   "Yes, right here in the truck.  What part of `now' don't you understand?
Besides you just told me that you want to be seen it.  I bet those little
panties of yours are soaked right now just from thinking about everyone
staring at your hard nips and camel-toe all day.  Aren't they?"
   I was never able to lie to him.  Just like my mom he was always able to
tell.  I didn't even try.
   "Yes sir."
   I unbuckled my seat belt, turned around and reached over the back of the
seat.  The thought of stripping in the front of the cab where someone might
see me had me crazy hot.  I pulled the suit out of the pack and sat back
down.  Mr.  Sanders was giving me one of his nasty grins as I took off my
t-shirt and bra.  But when I went to take off my cut-offs and my panties
started to roll down with them he stopped me and told me to pull them back
up.  As soon as I dropped my shorts on the floor he told me to turn around
sideways, and face him with my left leg on the seat and my right one on the
floor.  My panties were soaked half way up to the waist band.  He looked at
me and smiled.
   He made me stay that way until we got out onto Brooks Street.  When we
got to Southgate Mall he pulled in, drove all the way around the mall and
parked as close as he could get to Dillard's.  I was sure that at least a
few people had seen my naked shoulders and assumed that my breasts were
visible too.  My panties showed it as the wet spot grew.  When he turned
the motor off he told me to reach over the seat behind him and get his
camera.
   For the second time that morning I had to turn around and reach over the
back of the seat, only this time I had to crawl over next to him.  And
instead of being easy to get to like my backpack was, his camera was on the
floor.  By the time I could lean over far enough to reach it my waist was
on the top of the seat, my knees were hanging in space and his thumb was
rubbing my clit.  He told me to spread my legs and as best as I as I could
I pressed my calves against the bench seat and opened up for him.  One of
his fingers slid through my gap rubbing my slit as his thumb pressed down
harder.  I felt my lips open up on his finger and started to gush.
   "Don't you dare cum, Candy."
   I groaned.  I knew he heard it when he laughed at me for it.  He had me
right on the verge and he knew it.
   "There are 3 High School boys and one of their girlfriends watching you
right now."
   That was all it took.  Knowing that they were staring at me, dangling
over the seat with my legs spread wide open in a pair of soaked panties
rocketed me onto my `plateau' and I exploded all over his hand.  My lips
opened up and gush after gush of my goo flowed out of me, soaking my
panties even more, leaking around the gusset and down my thighs.  I felt so
humiliated knowing they were watching me cum in front of them that I
couldn't stop.  I was squirming all over the back of the seat desperately
trying to get away from his thumb and forefinger.  He kept pinching my clit
as the boys outside laughed and howled at me.  The three guys came right up
to the window on my side.  They kept calling me a slut and telling me what
they would like to do to me; their ridicule making my orgasm even more
intense.
   He finally pulled his hand away and started the truck, ordering me not
to move.  When we stopped again we were at the far end of the parking lot.
He reached up and started rubbing my clit, driving me crazy and taking me
right up to the edge again.  I thought he was going to make me cum on his
fingers but instead he said,
   "Now get my camera, slut.  Just the camera, I don't need the bag."
   I know he said that on purpose so he could keep his thumb on my clit as
I struggled to unzip the case.  I got it free, turned around and handed it
to him, but I couldn't look him in the eye.  I knew what he wanted.  He
didn't have to tell me.  I crawled back over to the door; put my left leg
up on the seat and my right one on the floor.
   "Look at your panties now, Candy."
   I did, but I wasn't surprised by what I saw.  My little white panties
were transparent, soaked all the way up to the waist band, my slit and clit
as visible as if I was naked.  He took 3 pictures of it close up and then
sat back against his door.
   "Look at me, Candy and tell me why you are here."
   I remember thinking, `Oh god.  He was going to make me say it again.'
Even though it was just a camera and not his video camera I knew what he
wanted.  He wanted to capture the embarrassment and humiliation that would
cross my face as I said those words to him.  I think he made me say it at
least 5 times and each time that I reached the word "slut" the camera would
go off and I would climb higher.  The last time I said it I came in front
of him, gushing all over my panties and the seat.  He never even touched
me.
   "That's 2 times that you have cum without permission, Candy!  You know
what that means."
   "Yes, Sir."
   "What?"
   "It means I'm going to get spanked."
   "Yes, Candy.  It does.  Now turn around and put your seat belt on, pull
those wet panties down past your knees, spread your legs and put 2 fingers
into your slut hole."
   I knew he was just doing it to torment me.  Somehow having my panties
around my knees made me feel even more exposed than if I had been
completely nude.  I knew what he was telling me too.  A girl driving around
town naked is a slut.  A slut driving around town with her sopping wet
panties around her knees is pathetic.  He knew what I was telling him too
when I pushed my fingers in.  He knew that no matter how much he degraded
me I would always want more.  I remember that we both turned and looked at
each other when we came to the stop light at Reserve St.  He smirked at me.
I whimpered, begging him with my eyes to let me cum.  He told me `No' with
his grin.
   We turned on Reserve and drove up to his storage place.  I remember that
it said `Toy Storage' on the sign.  As we drove in all of the lockups had
huge doors like a 2 car garage.  We backed up to his lockup and he got out
and opened it up.  Inside were his `toys'.  On one side was his ski boat.
On the other was his Mustang.
   "You can help, slut.  Get those panties off, walk around the back of the
truck and tell me when I am getting close to the trailer hitch."
   I didn't want to argue.  I pulled them down, feeling less and less
degraded as they slid down my legs until I could pull them all the way off
and drop them next to the rest of my clothes.  I put my flip-flops on,
opened the door and got out.  Feeling the same exhilaration I always felt
when he would make me meet him somewhere in the middle of the night or send
me home without my clothes.  Naked was fun.  Wet panties weren't.  (At
least not then.  By the time I turned 14 wet panties were fun too.) My feet
had barely touched the floor when I heard him swear,
   "What the fuck, Candy, look what you've done to my truck!"
   I didn't have to turn around to know what he was talking about.  I had
been sitting on it ever since we left the mall.  I just didn't know how big
it was.  His truck was older then I was and had plenty of stains, but I
knew that the dinner plate sized wet spot I had been sitting on was going
to leave one 3 times as big as the rest of them.
   "Monday afternoon when I get home you are going to come over and scrub
that out.  And from now on you sit on a towel."
   My moment of exhilaration was over.  I walked around the back of his
truck and guided him up to the trailer hitch.  When he got it attached he
followed me back to the passenger door.  I knew what was coming.  As bad as
it sounds I wanted what was coming.
   "Give me one of your sandals, Candy.  Rich told me how much you liked
getting spanked with them"
   As always the heat and the sting went straight to my clit.  2 spanks
into the second 13 I came so hard that it made him laugh.  When he was
through he dropped it onto my wet panties and told me to put my t-shirt on
the seat.
   "I don't want that wet spot getting any bigger than it already is."
   As I laid it over the seat I heard him unzip behind me.  God, I wanted
him in me so bad.  I always did after he would spank me but after
everything he had put me through that day I would have let every friend he
had do me if he had told me to.  Plus, standing naked in that storage bay
with cars driving by didn't exactly do anything to calm me down.  I knew
they couldn't see me with the door open like that but they could see my
legs with Mr.  Sanders standing right behind them and would know what he
was doing to me.  The thought of them laughing at me as they drove by had
me creaming on him as soon as he pushed into me.  Sure enough, just as he
was getting his rhythm going a car or truck did drive by.  Then I heard it
stop and back up,
   "Way to go dude, give the slut a poke for me."
   I felt his right hand leave my hip and I imagine it was so he could wave
to them.  The sound of their laughter made me cream even harder.  Well,
that and the fact that when he put his hand back on my hip he really
started to give it to me.  I don't think he was in me for more than a
couple of minutes when he started with the whole, `why are you here?' thing
again.  What did he think I was going to say?  He was already fucking me.
Of course I wanted him to fuck me.  It was the best feeling in the world!
But I knew he wanted to hear it so I told him,
   "Because I am a nasty little 13 year old slut and I want you to fuck
me!"
   The fifth time he made me repeat it he pulled my hips back against him,
banging the head of his cock right up against my cervix.  I felt him swell
up and then he exploded into me.  There was so much of it in me that as
soon he pulled out I could feel start to leak down my thighs.  He gave me
one last spank, zipped up and then said,
   "God, I love fucking your tight little cunt.  Now, get back in the truck
or we're going to be late."
   I know it probably sounds crazy but I loved it when he would say things
like that to me.  It always made me feel good.  The whole love/lust thing
in my brain was so confusing to me and when he would do that after fucking
me I felt like I wasn't just a slut to him but that he cared for me too.  I
was glad that I had a `tight little cunt' to give him.
   We went back down Reserve to Brooks and turned right.  When we got past
the Walmart he looked over at me,
   "If I were you, Candy I would start scooping all of that cum out of your
slutty little twat or it's going to be leaking into your suit all day. 
From what Rich told me it doesn't hide much when it gets wet."
   I knew he was right.  It was one thing for Mr.  Bailey and Mr.  Howard
to be able to see through my suit but I wasn't sure if I wanted hundreds of
strangers to.  I remember that at first I tried sliding down on the seat
until I was right on the edge.  I had just scooped the first glob out and
was sucking it off of my fingers when he looked over at me,
   "You are never going to get it all out that way.  Get up on your knees
and spread them apart."
   My first thought was `oh my god'.  But I knew I didn't have a choice. 
As soon I got up on my knees I knew that my first thought had been right.
If I had been any taller you could have seen my belly button.  As it was my
belly button was the least of my worries.  Even at 4'11" the bottom of the
window was easily low enough to ensure that my breasts would be on
prominent display.  For the most part he stayed in the right hand lane.  He
couldn't drive very fast pulling the trailer but every once in a while
would come up behind a slower car and I would start to cringe.  Even though
we were going faster there was still plenty of time for them to get a good
look.
   I remember that the first couple cars were old people and the drivers
just stared at me as we went by.  But then we came up behind another
pick-up that was pulling one of those long house trailers.  He deliberately
slowed for that one and when we got right up next to the driver he slowed
down even more, so that we doing the same speed.  Then he honked his horn.
The driver looked over at me and grinned.  And the weird thing is I didn't
turn away.  My pussy started juicing and I knew that I wanted him to see
me. I smiled back at him and when I did he honked his horn back at us. 
When I turned back to look at Mr.  Sanders he was grinning at me.
   "That made you wet didn't it, Candy?"
   "Yes."
   "So not only are you `a nasty little 13 year old slut' that will fuck
anyone I tell you to but you're an exhibitionist too.  I'm going to have to
see what I can do to help you with that."
   His grin had changed into a leer and I knew that I was in trouble.
   "Have you got all of my cum out of you yet?"
   "I think so."
   "Well just in case keep 2 of your fingers in there"
   We didn't pass anyone else until we got to the stop light in Lolo.  We
pulled up next to another pick-up with a bunch of camping gear in the back.
The two guys in it were a lot younger than the guy pulling the house
trailer.  They looked a lot like the High School boys that had called me a
slut earlier in the summer.  They certainly acted like it.  They paced us
all the way through town calling me a slut and asking me if I liked getting
fucked.  I tried to keep staring straight ahead but Mr.  Sanders ordered me
to look at them and tell them the truth.  So I did.  They loved that and
started laughing at me and calling me a slut again.  Then the one in the
passenger seat leaned over and asked me if I wanted go up to Jerry Johnson
with them and get fucked by all of their friends.  Mr.  Sanders had told me
to tell the truth,
   "Yes, I would.  But I can't today."
   They really started yelling at me when I said that but by then we were
at the edge of town.  They shouted `SLUT' at me one last time and turned
right.  As they pulled away I remember wondering what they would have
called me if they had known I had 2 fingers in me the whole time.  Mr. 
Sanders was right.  I loved the attention.  Being called a slut like that
by guys I didn't even know had me dripping.  When I turned around he was
grinning at me again.
   "God, you are really something else, Candy.  Now dry yourself off and
with that t-shirt if you can find a dry spot and get your suit on.  It's 2
lanes the rest of the way so you won't get to show anybody those hot little
tits of yours anyway.  And I want to see what you look like in it."
   I dried myself off and then put on my little blue suit.  I knew what he
would want so when I put the bottoms on I pulled them up as snug as I
could. He made me turn around and face him with one leg up on the seat
again.  Somehow, with him leering at me it felt even smaller and I could
feel myself getting wet again.  I felt it, but he could see it.
   "Unfuckin believable!  You're getting a wet spot just from me looking at
your slutty cunt.  Your t-shirt is already a mess.  Did you bring anything
else to wear?"
   "Just my sweatshirt and sweatpants."
   "Well than get your sweatshirt out and stick the arm of it down your
pants or I won't be able to let you out of the truck when we get there."
   So I rode the rest of the way to Stevensville with the sleeve of my
sweatshirt stuffed in my bottoms and feeling ridiculous.  The car show was
at a ranch on the outside of town on the way to Corvallis.  The owner of
the ranch had set aside a big pasture for all of the show cars and a second
one for public parking.  They were collecting $10 per person at the opening
in the rail fence.  Half of it was for the 2 Clubs that organized the show
and the other half was being donated to some charity.  I think it was the
Ravalli County Food Bank but I'm not sure.
   People were still setting up when we got there but we were kind of late.
We drove down to the last row of cars and Mr.  Sanders drove the Mustang
off of the trailer and parked it next to this tent/ awning kind of thing
that was open in the front.  There were quite a few of them.  A lot of
people used them to keep the sun off of their cars and to display pictures
of how they restored them.  He backed in next to all of the other trucks
and trailers at the far end of the field.  When we got out he pulled a
small cooler and a manila envelope out from behind his seat and gave them
to me.  As we walked back to the Mustang he explained that his flyers were
inside the envelope and when anyone came by to look at his car I was to
give them one.  Then he looked down at me and grinned,
   "You are going to have to pull that thing out of juicy little slit once
in a while or you are going to get yourself arrested.  And if anybody asks,
you're my niece and you are visiting me while you parents are on a vacation
cruise to Alaska.  If they persist tell them you are from Sunnyvale,
California.  Most people hate Californians so that should put an end to it.
Can you remember all that?"
   I nodded my head but I remember that I giggled a little as one of those
crazy thoughts went through my brain.  What did he think I was going to
tell them?  That I was the little bimbo from next door and he was fucking
me silly every chance he got?
   When we got back to the car he opened both doors, turned off the dome
light and then opened the hood and the trunk.  He took the envelope from me
and laid it on the driver's seat.  He had a big picture frame in the trunk
that he stood up.  It had all of his restoration pictures inside the glass
and I remember wondering how long he had been working on it when the guy
from the tent next door walked up.  I was looking at the pictures and
paying only half attention as he joked with my `Uncle' about making sure
that his car won Best of Show', and Mr.  Sanders telling him to just `leave
the money on the dash'.  He brought me back to earth,
   "Candice, this is Mr.  Petro.  Ralph, this is my niece, Candice.  Candy
is visiting me for a couple of weeks while her folks are on vacation."
   Mr.  Petro was this fat balding little man with red cheeks and a sweaty
face.  His eyes were really small and kind of close together, like a rat's
or something.  To this day I still think of him as the creepiest man I have
ever met.  He sure creeped me out that day.  I learned later that they were
just acquaintances from the car shows, but at the time that I met him I
thought they were friends and remember thinking `please, please, please
don't let this guy touch me.' When he looked at me his eyes went straight
to my breasts and then moved down and stayed there.  With all of the
commotion of getting the car ready I had forgotten to take Mr.  Sanders'
advice and I knew what he was staring at.  So I pretended to be `clueless'
as he finally looked up at me and leered,
   "Candy, huh, well aren't you just the cutest little thing this side of
the Divide."
   Then he looked down at my `divide' again and sniggered at his own joke.
He reminded Mr.  Sanders about voting his car `Best of Show' and went back
to his tent.  I swear I saw him adjust his pants as he walked away from us.
I remember looking back up at my `Uncle' with this kind of sick look on my
face,
   "Don't worry about Ralph, he's harmless.  Besides he knows I'd beat him
bloody if he ever laid a finger on you.  But it's your own fault.  I warned
you to pull that suit out of your `divide' every now and then or you would
get in trouble.  You have to admit, that was pretty funny."
   With an honest smile on his face he leaned over and for the very first
time gave me a kiss on my forehead and told me that he would be back in a
couple of hours.  He told me NOT to leave the car.  He said I could sit in
it to get out of the sun but NOT to leave it.  Then he pulled 2 water
bottles out of the cooler in the trunk, gave one to me and walked off
towards the Judges table.
   At first I kind of felt abandoned.  I didn't know anybody but the creepy
guy next door and now that Mr.  Sanders was gone I was afraid that he would
come over and bug me.  Thankfully, he never did.  Even so, I was a little
on edge at first.  I threw the envelope with the flyers onto the passenger
seat and sat down behind the wheel.  Mr.  Sanders had taken the keys so I
couldn't even turn on the radio.  He hadn't been gone 5 minutes and I was
already bored.  I straightened out my suit and walked around to lean
against the open trunk looking up at the Bitterroots.  Except for a little
on Saint Mary's Peak, all of the snow was gone by then.
   Crazy thoughts hit me again.  The mountains were bare.  Naked.  Mr. 
Sanders had said that I was an exhibitionist and that he was going to see
what he could do to `help me with that'.  What did he mean?  Was he going
to strip me naked in front of his friends?  Make me meet him like that at
the baseball field in the middle of the day?  Maybe I should see what I
could do to `help me with that' on my own?  What would happen if I
`accidently' spilled the water bottle all over my top and bottoms?  I knew
what would happen.  My suit would turn transparent and I would probably cum
the instant somebody looked at me.  I remember mentally shaking my head to
stop thinking about it.  If I didn't I was going to have a wet suit and it
wasn't going to get that way from a bottle of a water.
   As it was I almost peed in it when he walked around the back of the car.
He was older than Mr.  Sanders, at least he looked older.  His was kind of
skinny with leathered skin, like he had been a ranch hand all of his life.
He saw how startled I was and apologized.
   `This is a '70 Mach I isn't it?"
   "I'm sorry I don't really know.  It's my Uncle's car.  But I have a
flyer on it if you would like."
   I don't know what made me do it.  All those crazy thoughts came back I
guess and I just had to see how far I could go.  Instead of going around to
the passenger side I spread my legs a little and leaned across the driver's
seat and over the console to get the envelope.  And instead of just
grabbing the envelope I stayed like that with my legs spread until I fished
one of the flyers out of it.  When I turned around to hand it to him he had
this look on his face like he wasn't sure if I had done it on purpose or
was just clueless.  I played clueless and told him that if he had questions
about the car my Uncle would be back in a couple of hours because he was
one of the Judges.
   And that's when I decided how I was going to keep from getting bored. 
Whenever a couple or one of the Judges, or families with smaller kids or
kids my age would come by I would straighten my suit and get the envelope
from the passenger side.  Whenever a single man, or men, or high school
guys came by I played my clueless game and bent over the console with my
legs spread.  The only problem is that there were a lot more of the second
group and the more I did it the wetter I got.  As the day went on I could
feel it start to leak out of me and began to get a little nervous.  As soon
as this one really hot looking guy left I figured that I had better check.
I could see two other men coming up the row but they were about 5 cars down
so I knew I had time.
   When I got back to the trunk I pulled the waist band of my suit out and
looked down.  It was worse than I had thought.  The gusset was noticeably
wet.  It wasn't too obvious from the front but I realized that it had to
have been very obvious when I bent over to get the flyers with my legs
spread.  I knew that I had to stop, but knowing how wet I was only made me
crazier.  I was heading toward one of my brain/pussy feedback loops again
and I knew it.  I promised myself that those next two guys would be the
last and then I would calm down and be a good girl until Mr.  Sanders got
back.  That was the brain side talking.  My pussy side decided that since
they were going to be the last I may as well make it worth my while.  As
always my pussy won.  I snugged my bottoms up as tight as I could, retied
the bows and then did a couple of squats.  God, I felt like such a slut at
that moment.  My suit was buried into my slit almost as deeply as it had
been when I walked into Mr.  Bailey's garage and I could feel it getting
wetter by the second.
   For the second time that day I was startled.  As I walked back around
the car I almost fell right into them.  They had skipped all of the cars
down the row and came straight to Mr.  Sander`s.  They were both good
looking.  They were a lot younger than Mr.  Sanders and Mr.  Bailey.  (I
found out later that they were 23.) Like Mr.  Sanders they both had beards
and looked strong.  Not bodybuilder strong but the kind that guys get from
hard work.  The one I bumped into put his hands on my shoulders,
   "Hey there sweet thing, you should watch where you're going.  I almost
banged right into you."
   For some reason his partner found that funny, grinned down at me and
said,
   "So what's your name, cutie?  Mine's Jeff, and this big lug is Kyle."
   They were both staring at my camel-toe and I almost wished that I hadn't
made it so obvious.  There was something about them that made me feel
sluttier than I had all day and since they were my last two I just had to
give them a good `clueless' show.  They stopped looking at my slit and
looked at me when I told them,
   "Candice, but everyone always just calls me Candy.  I have some flyers
about my uncle's car if you guys would like one."
   Jeff kind of choked when I said that and turned away but Kyle said they
would love to see one.  I felt that there was something odd about them.  At
the time I thought it was because the wet spot had climbed higher and was
making my suit transparent.  But I was locked into the `clueless' game by
then and went through my whole routine.  Even if my wet spot hadn't climbed
any higher in front I knew that they could see it from behind.  I know I
deliberately spread my legs a little wider for them just to be sure.  I
couldn't help it really.  I was getting hornier by the second and if they
were going to be the last two I wanted to get the most I could get out of
it.  When I turned around to hand them their flyers the stunned looks on
their faces made me cream.  They recovered quickly, thanked me and started
walking around the car.  When they got around to the trunk Kyle called to
me,
   "Hey, Candy?  Do you know anything about these pictures?"
   "No, those are pictures my Uncle took when he was restoring the car."
   "Are you sure?  Because you are in some of them."
   I remember thinking to myself that these guys must have liked what they
had seen and were using this as an excuse to get me to bend over the trunk
for them.  They did, just not in the way that I expected.  When I got back
there they were standing to the side a little.  Jeff pointed at Mr. 
Sanders' picture frame and said,
   "Isn't that you?"
   "Where?"
   "No, not there.  On the floor of the trunk.  Right there."
   I walked up and looked.  My knees started to buckle and Kyle caught me.
There were four pictures of me and they were all in bright glossy living
color.  Me on the floor of Mr.  Sanders' basement with 3 fingers in my hole
and his cum all over my face.  Me with my nose pressed against Mr. 
Bailey's pubic hair, his cock pushed all the way down my throat and
somebody else's cum all over my face.  Me getting fucked from behind by Mr.
Sanders over the arm of his chair with a LOT of cum on my face (along with
a look of shear bliss).  And me from behind, my paddle pushed into my pussy
by the handle and my cheeks glowing red.
   I turned around to face them but I couldn't look into their faces,
   "Where?  Where did you get those?"
   I didn't need to ask.  I already knew the answer.  Kyle reached over and
pulled up my chin to look at him,
   "From your `Uncle'."
   They both smirked when he said that.
   "We work with him out at the Stone Container plant.  We have lots more
just like those over in my van.  Why don't you come over there with us and
we'll show them to you.  Maybe we'll find that you might want to take some
more just like them.  Jim says that you always get wet when he takes
pictures of you.  Are you wet right now, Candy?"
   Mr.  Sanders had always told me that he was taking pictures of me to
show to his friends and it made gush when he said it.  But I never imagined
that he would give them away or that I would ever meet any of the guys that
had seen them, especially this way.  While Jeff played lookout Kyle backed
me up against the trunk and pushed his hand down the front of my bikini
bottoms.  I had managed to keep my suit from getting too wet (at least for
me) even though I had been teasing guys for a couple of hours.  I guess
because there was always time in between to dry off a little bit.  But I
was pretty worked up mentally from doing it, and as soon I felt one of his
big fingers work its way into me I juiced all over it.  I don't think it
took him more than a minute to make me cum.  When he pulled his finger out
of me the gusset of my suit was soaked and I could feel the wet spot
creeping up in front as well as in back.
   "So what do you think, Candy?  Why don't you come over to the van with
us and we'll fuck the shit out of that slutty little cunt of yours."
   Sometimes I think that I must have an invisible sign on my forehead that
only becomes visible when hot guys are around.  In big red letters it must
say `talk to me as nasty as you can because it makes me cream.' I wanted to
go with them so bad.  I wanted them to `fuck the shit out of my slutty
little cunt' as much as I had wanted Mr.  Sanders to all summer long. 
Looking down I could see that my suit was transparent and that my swollen
clit hood as well as my slit were on blatant display.  I felt another big
gush ooze into my suit just from looking at it.  When I started thinking
about having to hand out flyers like that it only made it worse.
   "I want to but I can't.  Mr.  Sanders told me not to leave his car."
   Kyle laughed, backed me up against the little round gas cap, and stuck
his hand down my pants again.  He pushed his finger into me, stroking
gently,
   "Oh, so it's Mr.  Sanders now.  I thought this was your `Uncle's' car.
Well, it's ok, Candy.  He told us to tell you that it was all right to
leave it for a little bit."
   He started fucking me faster and faster with it and then pushed down on
my clit with his thumb just like Mr.  Bailey had.  For the second time in
as many minutes I went over the top and creamed all over his hand.  He was
grinning at me.  I was hunched over with my hands pressed against my crotch
desperately trying to control the trembling.  Somehow I managed to look up
at him and beg,
   "Pleeeese, I promised him I wouldn't leave it!"
   "Wow!"
   It was Jeff.  He was looking down at me from the side of the trunk.
   "Wow?"
   "Yeah, wow!  We were wondering if we could seduce that slutty little
pussy of yours into Kyle's van.  I mean, look at those pictures.  It's
pretty obvious that you love the cock."
   It doesn't happen very often but I kind of got mad.  Looking down at my
suit I could see that it was soaked half-way up to the waist band and I was
sure that the back was the same.  If I had gone swimming I couldn't have
been any more on display.  I had no idea how I was going to talk to people
or even hand out flyers looking like that.  I'm sure that I looked cute as
hell when I pushed myself off of the trunk with my hands on my hips,
because they both grinned at me when I said,
   "You mean this was all some kind of test?  Look at my suit!"
   Which was kind of a dumb thing to say because both pairs of eyes were
raping my slit at that point.  Then I noticed Jeff's eyes looking behind me
as a hand smacked into my right cheek.  I spun around to see Mr.  Sanders
face grinning down on me.
   "Yes, I guess it was, Candy.  But not on my part.  I just told these
horn dogs to introduce themselves and keep you company until I could get
back.  And by the looks of your suit it seems like they've been doing a lot
more than just keeping you company."
   They all laughed and I turned red.
   "Candy, have you introduced yourself properly yet?"
   I looked up at him and I know that he could see the want in my eyes. 
Grinning he turned me around to face them and then moved back from me a
couple of feet.  I know now that he did that for a reason.  He wanted me to
know that whatever I said or did from that point on was because I wanted
to, not because he was making me.
   "Candy, these are two of my oldest friends, Jeff Nivison and Kyle
Eggert."
   I didn't have to be told to look up at them, I wanted to and I know that
they could read me just like Mr.  Sanders had.
   "My name is, Candy.  I am a nasty little 13 year old slut and I want you
to fuck me!"
   They were grinning at me and at Mr.  Sanders behind me.  Then Jeff said
something that I will never forget,
   "You know that you are going to be a little fuck-puppet for every man
you meet don't you, Candy?"
   I remember I felt a big glob leak into my pants when I told him yes. 
They laughed when they saw me tremble and probably guessed what had just
happened between my legs.  Even back then I knew he was right, at least
when it comes to men he was.  Guys my own age always seemed 5 or 6 years
younger to me.  But guys 5 to 40 years older?  They can read me like a book
and start pulling my strings in no time at all.  Sometimes I feel like I am
more like a comic book.  They read me so fast that before I even know what
has happened I am already bent over something with my legs spread and a big
crayon stuffed inside of me.
   Mr.  Sanders decided that people would probably notice if we all walked
over to the van together and since it was Kyle's van he went first. 
Whenever somebody came by to look at the car Mr.  Nivison would stand in
front of me so no one would see my slit through my wet suit.  After the
second visitor left Mr.  Sanders told me to go but to walk slowly so no one
would pay attention.  When I got around to the far side Mr.  Eggert was
waiting for me with the door open.  He got out to let me in and as I
crawled up he pulled both bows on my suit and let it drop into the grass.
Inside it was plush.  It was one of those really old vans from like the
70's.  It didn't have any windows and the sides were covered with
tapestries.  On the floor was a mattress with another tapestry tucked in
all around it.  I remember thinking how soft it felt on my hands and knees
as I waited for him.  I heard him slide the door shut but instead of moving
up behind me he rolled me over onto my back and pushed my legs apart.
   When he saw the look on my face he grinned,
   "Are you telling me that nobody has eaten this sweet little pussy of
yours yet?"
   I shook my head no.  I wasn't sure what he meant and when he put his
head down there I was afraid that he was going to bite it.  It felt so
good, way better than my fingers ever had.  He kept licking and licking
until I was just ready to cum.  As soon as he would see that he would suck
and lick as hard as could right on my clit making me explode.  The second
time he did it he had to reach up and put his hand over my mouth.  I was
still shaking from that one when he pushed my top up grabbed my nipples and
squeezed them until I coated his face the third time.  I was still
trembling when he pulled off his jeans crawled up between my legs and
pushed himself inside of me.
   It was the first time that I had been fucked in the `missionary'
position.  It didn't feel as good as from behind but it still felt
wonderful.  He was so much bigger than me that he had to push up on his
hands to keep from crushing me and couldn't get as deep.  At least not
until I figured out how to pull myself up on it by wrapping my legs around
his waist.  He was still fucking me like that when I heard the van door
slide open.  I heard the door close but I wasn't really paying attention
because I was coming on Mr.  Eggert's cock so hard.  It wasn't just how
good he felt inside of me, it was knowing that the door was open and that
people could see me getting fucked by him that really blew me over the
edge. I was still going when Mr.  Nivison crawled around us, kind of did a
push-up over my head and then did a push-down right into my mouth.  If
anyone ever felt like a cock-socket I sure did at that point.  I couldn't
help it.  Every time a guy puts his cock in my mouth I always think about
those first 2 times on our garage floor and start to cream.  That drove Mr.
Eggert over the top.  He fucked me harder for about 30 seconds and exploded
inside of me.
   I thought Mr.  Nivison was going to blow too but he didn't.  He made me
turn around on my hands and knees for him and then spanked me 10 times. 
When I had told him that I was a slut for the 10th time he grabbed my hips
and slammed into me.  If he hadn't been holding onto me I know I would
fallen flat on my belly.  Instead he banged right into my cervix and I
yelled loud enough that Mr.  Eggert had to put his hand over my mouth
again. He eased up after that and started fucking me with long slow strokes
that had me creaming again in no time.  He lasted a lot longer than Mr. 
Eggert had but I was on my `plateau' and didn't want him to ever stop.  I
guess watching us had made Mr.  Eggert hard again.  I was down on my
forearms with my face on the tapestry when he pulled up on my pigtails and
pushed against my lips.  I opened up and swallowed him just like Mr. 
Sanders taught me and that set them both off.  I would have cum anyway just
from feeling Mr.  Nivison squirt inside of me but Mr.  Eggert made sure of
it when he pulled out and hosed me.  I can't be sure but it felt like he
came twice as much on my face as he had in my pussy.  I came hard.  I don't
even remember Mr.  Nivison pulling out of me or how I ended up on my back
with my fingers inside of me.
   I heard them getting dressed and then the van door opening.  They both
got out and I heard Mr.  Eggert say,
   "Come on cock-socket.  Get dressed.  Jim's probably wondering if you are
still here or out fucking one of the dogs in the barn over there."
   I pulled my top down but couldn't find my bottoms anywhere.  Then I
remembered that Mr.  Eggert had pulled them off of me when I was climbing
into the van.
   "You guys, are my bottoms out there?"
   "Yes, but you left them here so you come out and get them."
   I knew it was useless to argue and the way I was starting to twitch
inside again I knew that I wanted to do it.  As humiliating as it would be
if someone saw me getting dressed out there I knew that I would probably
cum from it.  But when I got out of the van and looked on the ground where
I thought Mr.  Eggert had dropped them they weren't there.  I looked at
them and they were grinning at me again.  Mr.  Nivison nodded towards the
front of the van.  He had tied them around the antenna with one string and
then laid them out flat so the wet spot was visible.  I thought I was going
to cream again.  Anyone walking by had seen them there and knew that
whoever owned them was inside getting fucked.  Even though they couldn't
know for sure that it was me, I had given out enough flyers during the day
that at least some of them would remember what I had been wearing.
   He had tied the knot really tight on purpose and the fact that I was
trembling because their cum was starting to run down my legs didn't make it
any easier to get it off.  I was sure that someone was going to walk by and
see it.  It wasn't until I was tying the second bow and some of it dripped
off of my chin onto my top that I remembered how much more of it was
visible on my face.  They told me to wait until they got back to the car so
no one would know who had done it to me and somehow that made it worse.  I
watched them walk away from me and I remember how unbelievably slutty I
felt at that moment.  I knew that I was going to have to walk back to Mr.
Sander's car with their cum dripping onto my chest from on my face and
dripping into my pants from my slit.  And I knew that they would all be
watching and laughing at me with every step I would take.
   It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, it was worse.  I had gone
about 10 steps before I felt brave enough to look up and when I did it was
to see 4 men waiting for me, not 3.  At first I thought that it was another
of Mr.  Sander's friends that he was going to pass me over to.  But as I
got closer I realized that he already had.  It was Mr.  Bailey and he had
his camera pointed right at me.
   "Hi, Candy.  It looks you've been a naughty little slut again.  Is that
cum on your face?"
   He knew that it was.  We all knew that it was.  He just wanted to
humiliate me by making say it.
   "Yes."
   "Yes what, Candy."
   God, he was always such a master of making me feel low.
   "Yes sir, I have cum on my face and I've been a naughty little slut
again."
   "And what happens to naughty little sluts?"
   "They get spanked, sir."
   "Yes they do, Candy.  Yes they do."
   He looked like he wanted to spank me over the trunk in front of them and
Jeff and Kyle looked like they couldn't wait to watch.  But Mr.  Sanders
saved me and told them that he would take care of it later.  I always had
the impression that Mr.  Sanders knew how to take care of himself and that
the others knew it.  They certainly never questioned or crossed him that I
remember.  Even though I was going to get spanked I was glad that it would
be by him.  He knew how make it sting just enough to make my clit stand up
and beg for more.  As crazy as it sounds he knew how to make it fun.  Mr.
Bailey always seemed to make it hurt and even though it made me wet too it
definitely wasn't fun.
   He did let him take a bunch of pictures of me though.  I had to look at
the camera and say `I am nasty little 13 year old slut' each time so the
embarrassment would show on my face as he posed me in front of the others.
I had to spread my legs and point at my clit, bend over and look back at
him through my legs.  I shouldn't admit it but that one was my favorite.  I
knew they could see how wet my suit was, the gusset pulled into my slit and
their cum dripping off of my face.  The looks on their faces made me cream.
And they all laughed when they saw that.  He had to push it farther of
course, just like he always did.  Just when I thought it was over he told
me to slowly pull my bottoms to my knees and every couple of inches he made
me stop so he could take another picture and make me tell him that I was a
slut.
   What I didn't know was that there was a bunch of strands of cum that
were stuck between my labs and the suit.  He was getting shots of them as
they broke and of Jeff and Kyle's cum dripping out of my hole.  It wasn't
until I heard Kyle say,
   "That is so fucking awesome!"
   that I looked down to see what he was talking about.  I was just in time
to see a big glob of their cum drop out of me and land right in the middle
of my pants.  Mr.  Bailey made sure to get 2 pictures of the look on my
face after he saw that.  He gave me a copy of one of them and I still have
it.  When I look at it now I always get a shiver.  Part of it is because
how very young I look, (too young to be honest), but the other part is
because of the look on my face.  Embarrassed and excited at the same I look
like I am having an orgasm right there in front of them with my cum soaked
pants around my knees.
   Mr.  Sanders told me to pull them up and to `behave' while he was gone.
He had to go over to the judges tent for the awards ceremony and it was
obvious that he couldn't take me with him.  But if he wanted me to `behave'
he should have told his three friends.  As soon as they saw that everybody
was heading over there they knew that no one would be around to see what
they were doing to me.  I don't think he had time to walk between the next
row of cars before Kyle backed me up against the trunk and pushed his hand
into my pants again.  But he didn't finger me.  He pulled his hand out and
showed it to me.  The back of his hand and fingers were coated.  He made me
lick them clean and then told me to pull my bottoms back down to my knees.
He pushed his big middle finger into me slowly started fucking me with it.
   "I thought Jim told you to behave while he was gone.  He hasn't even
reached the judges tent yet and you already have your pants around your
knees.  Is this what you call behaving?"
   "But you told me to."
   "Yes I did, but a girl that is behaving would have said no.  You said no
before when Jeff and I asked you to come over to my van.  Why didn't you
say no this time?"
   He pulled his finger out of me, waiting for answer, leaving me right on
the verge and breathless.  He knew that I wanted him to put it back in me
and I knew that he wouldn't until I gave him an answer.
   "I don't know.  I guess because I wanted you to see me like this again?"
   He pushed his finger back into me and started fucking me with it,
brushing my clit with his thumb each time he slid it in.
   "Like what, Candy?  See you standing here with your cum soaked bikini
bottoms around your knees acting like a slut?  Is that how a girl who
behaves wants to be seen?"
   Right on the verge for the second time he pulled his finger out.
   "N00000."
   He knew what I meant but took it the way he wanted.  I knew he was
playing me.  Playing with his new fuck-puppet but I was reveling in it all
the same.  He pushed it back into me again.
   "No is right, Candy.  This isn't how a girl that is behaving acts.  This
is how a slut who is misbehaving acts.  So what is going to be?  Do you
want to behave?  Or do you want us all to fuck you again?"
   This time he not only left it in but pushed down on my clit, but just
enough to keep me hanging.  He knew what my answer was going to be.  We all
knew it and we all had known it ever since he first backed me up against
the car.
   "No, I don't want to behave.  I want you all to fuck me again. 
Pleeeeese?"
   He let me cum then, shuddering in front them with my hands between my
thighs.  As soon as I calmed a little he spun me around, bent me over the
rim of the trunk and pushed into me.  All 3 of them took me like that and
it was one big long orgasm, not just from their cocks inside of me and
their cum on my face, but from the fact that every time they bent me over
that trunk I was staring at pictures of myself getting bent over, fucked
and cummed on.
   Mr.  Bailey had just finished cumming all over my face like the other
two when Mr.  Sanders came back around the car.  I was sitting back on my
calves feeling wonderful when he said,
   "What The Fuck, Candy!  I thought I told you to behave."
   I don't know why I said it.  It was just the first thing that came into
my head I guess.
   "I know you did, but you didn't tell them."
   I think it took all of us a second before we realized exactly what I had
said.  I started giggling but they were all laughing so loud I thought for
sure that someone would stop by just to see what was going on.  Mr. 
Sanders reached down and helped me to my feet, told me to behave again and
walked over to get the trailer.  That time I did behave, but Kyle didn't.
Mr.  Sanders wasn't 5 feet away from us before he backed me up against that
little round gas cap again and fingered me to another orgasm.  It wasn't
until he had me right on the verge that I realized that I still had my cum
filled bottoms around my knees and that was all it took to blow me over the
edge.  Well, that and Kyle's thumb.  I pulled them up after that but I
could just as well have pulled them off.  They were just as transparent as
they had been in Mr.  Bailey's yard.
   They stuck around long enough to help get the car on the trailer
although there really wasn't anything for them to do but watch him drive it
up.  I think it was just an excuse for Kyle to stick his hand down my pants
again and for Mr.  Bailey to take more pictures of all of the cum on my
face.  My t-shirt was dry when I got back to the cab but I knew it wasn't
going to be for very long.  I asked Mr.  Sanders if he wanted me to change
into my sweats so the seat wouldn't get soaked again but he just laughed
me,
   "Hell no, you're not going to get off that easy.  I'm going to make sure
that a lot more people see your jizzed soaked face before you do that."
   I shuddered when he said that but to be honest it was more from
anticipation than fear.  When I climbed in the cab and shut my door we both
turned to look at each other and grinned,
   "Have a good day today, slut?"
   "Yes, sir."
   "You look like it."
   Somehow we both knew what I wanted.  His grin got a little wider and he
nodded.  By the time we got around the curve heading into Stevensville my
top was off, bottoms were around my left ankle and I had 2 fingers in my
hole.  I know a lot of people saw me but it was one of those things where
they probably weren't sure if they had just seen what they thought they had
seen.  When we pulled out onto 93 he looked over at me and said,
   "Are you feeling brave, slut?"
   I knew what he wanted and got back up on my knees.  I stayed that way
all the way back to Lolo when his radar detector went off and I had to sit
down again.  By then the wind had dried most of the cum on my face anyway.
When we got back to his storage lockup he made me get out and guide him
back in.  He pulled the trailer off of the hitch while I stood there
feeling like a slut because the passenger door was closed and I was sure
somebody was going to drive by again and this time they would see me.  And
of course he made it worse by bending me over the fender on the trailer and
making me repeat those slutty words the whole time he was fucking me.  When
we drove out I had another load of cum on my face.
   He let me put my suit on but when we turned back onto Reserve he gave me
one of his nasty leers,
   "I guess I can't take you home to your mom looking like that.  We need
to find some place to get you cleaned up.  Any suggestions?"
   I couldn't think of anywhere but the pool and I knew that one look at me
in my wet suit was sure to cause problems.  He had it all figured out of
course, just like he always did.  A couple blocks up Brooks he turned into
one of those `do it yourself' car wash places.  There was only one other
car and he was in one of the middle bays.  We pulled into the last bay and
I remember thinking that this would be ok because we could wash his truck
and me at the same time.  With only that one guy four bays down I wouldn't
have to worry about anyone seeing my cum coated face and cum soaked
transparent suit.  Clueless, I know.
   We got out of the truck and he went over to the coin drop to start the
wash and pick up the wand.  He reached in his pocket, grinned at me and
told me that he didn't have any quarters.  I was still clueless when he
pulled out his wallet and handed me 3 dollars.  In a matter of seconds
clueless brain became wet pussy.
   "Down between the two middle bays there is a coin machine on the wall.
Take those and get me 3 dollars in quarters."
   My brain told me it was crazy.  My bottoms became even more transparent.
I knew that I wanted to do it but I was scared to death at the same time.
Mr.  Sanders didn't give me any choice.
   "Go now, Candy or I'll send you down there naked."
   I remember thinking that with my bottoms all but see-thru how much
different would that be?  Mr.  Sanders removed any difference there would
have been.
   "Too slow, so let's make this more interesting."
   Even though my bottoms were soaked my top was still fairly dry except
for a few spots where his cum had dropped off of my chin.  He reached down
and scooped some it from of my cheeks and rubbed it all around my nipples.
Although my areolas aren't very dark they are still darker than the rest of
my skin.  They were now as visible as my slit and clit with the added
embarrassment of my rock hard nipples.  Once again those little traitors
told both of us how I really felt.  With a spank to get me going I slowly
walked down towards the middle bay.  He was vacuuming out the back seat of
his car so I was almost passed him when he happened to look through his
back window.  I think he bumped his he head getting out of his car so fast.
I was already getting my first four quarters when he walked up to me.
   "What the fuck you little slut.  Do you always walk around town with cum
on your face?"
   I put my second dollar in and turned to answer him,
   "Only when my boyfriend and his friends tell me to."
   I saw no reason to tell him that my `boyfriend' was older than he was.
That seemed to surprise him but it was nothing like the look on his face
when he looked down at my suit and saw my slit looking back at him.  I put
the last dollar in and picked up my quarters.
   "I have to go now.  My boyfriend and his friends are waiting for me."
   I almost floated back to Mr.  Sanders.  My clit was throbbing so hard I
thought I was going to cum before I was even halfway there.  Mr.  Sanders
made sure of it as soon as I walked back into the bay.  He didn't even have
to stick his finger in me.  I exploded all over his hand as soon as he
pushed it into my suit.
   "You really loved that didn't you, slut?"
   I couldn't even speak as I trembled in front of him.  All I could manage
was to grin at him and nod my head.  He made me take my suit off and then
we washed it, his truck and me all at the same time.  I pulled my hair ties
out and then bent forward.  The detergent wasn't the best thing for my hair
but at least it got the cum out.  He didn't have a towel so I put on my
sweats and got my brush out.  Since I couldn't go home with wet hair we
drove up Brooks to Higgins and across the river.  The whole way I was
brushing my hair and letting the wind dry it.  We turned around at the X's
and by the time we got back across the river it was finally dry and I could
put my hair up in pig-tails again.
   When we got home no one was there.  My mom had left me a note telling me
that they had gone to see a movie at The Wilma with the Almonds and then
were going out to dinner at the Iron Horse.  They were sharing a baby
sitter so Debbie was over there.  We could have come straight home.  But
then I would have missed talking to that guy with Mr.  Sanders' cum on my
face so I was glad that we hadn't known.  He wasn't through with me yet
though.
   "I believe somebody has a spanking coming.  Get those pants down and
give me one of those sandals."
   He pulled me over his lap but only gave me 13.  When he rolled me off of
his lap onto the floor I looked up at him puzzled.  He knew what I was
thinking.
   "Meet me in the dugout at the baseball field at 2am.  And wear your
flip-flops"
   It wasn't until I was standing in front of my mirror that I saw the slut
in my eyes started to grin.  I had let 4 different men use me all day and I
had loved every minute of it.  I set my alarm for 1:30 and crawled under my
covers for a nap.  Well almost.  I did make a stop at my bottom dresser
drawer first.
   I never did find out if creepy Mr.  Petro's car won `Best of Show'.  
  
Chapter VI, One for the Honey, Two at the Show, Three made me Crazy, Four made me their Ho (MMMMf, humil, exhib, spank)