"And I say, "Well you fucked up then, pal, cuz I ain't a woman."But he kinda laughs and don't ask me how I heard him of vice versa cuzI don't know I'm...still trying to work out how I was suspended in liquidwithout drowning, but he laughs and says, "I didn't say Marz needswomen. You'll do for us... after some rearrangements." And then hestarts telling the little green guys something in some funky languagewith a lot of clicks and beeps but I missed that becauseSuddenly I'm on a beach and I'm. "Look how hardhis little faggot ass dick is. You probably want to suck it too....Don't you?Faggot ass bitch nigga. Watch this son", he snarled, face fucking me harder, and grinding my little mouth on his pronounced excitement. I began to gag as he forced his meat into my throat, but soon learned how to breathe through the nose. I watched this man throatfucking me, as the spittle drool ran down my chin, and the look of cruel pleasure on his face, was getting me hot. I also noticed the drops. Despite seeming really quite ancient to me, even at 16, I was aware that she was an attractive woman. She did however have a bit of a reputation. The boys often sniggered about her, and had given her the nickname 'Pat 'Bury Me in a Y shaped Coffin' Diamond'. There were unconfirmed rumours that she had fucked sixth-form boys in the past. It was fun joking about it but I certainly didn't really believe it. It was a Wednesday, just before Christmas, in the last period before lunch hour when Mrs. Without even waiting for her response, I pulled her sari which was unexpected. She revolved as I pulled her sari along with the pleats. She did not say a word. I squeezed the water out and put the half of the sari on the sticks, with the other half under us. Then I quickly pulled piles of dried straw and placed it on the sari. Then arranged the dried straw around the small tent and went inside. Then I asked my mom to come inside extending my hand. My mom came in and I was very close it hardly.