“I’m a dumb whore!” She blurts out in a high-pitched squeal the second he lifts his hand. “I-I-I’m a stupid slut who never…who never shoul... have come here…I-I made a mistake, please, please, please let me go, I-I’m a dumb little whore, I…”She can barely get the words out, she’s talking so fast. The desperate, pathetic girl clinging to any hope of escape is a far cry from my defiant, protective older sister who rang the doorbell not too long ago. Tyler starts stroking her hair again, and brings. Finally things settled down.When I changed schools in the ninth grade things changed again. I became very popular among the girls. I didn’t even know why. For some reason a very popular senior girl asked me out on a date. I couldn’t believe it. Marsha was beautiful and for some reason she wanted me. She came to my house one Saturday afternoon and even came in to meet and greet my parents. Marsha was an immediate success. Mom gave her permission to take me to a chaperoned party and even said. And then I found you. And we fucked. Was it good? Want to relive it? I nodded my head. As soon as I nodded my head, the dude started fingering me. His fingers felt like silk, rough silk, on my gentle womanly, kitty. I like it rough. Who doesnt? I was wet already, so it didnt take much time to get wet again. I felt my pussy get warm, then hot. Now he was using two fingers. Slowly, he took his rough fingers out and dipped them in my mouth for me to taste myself. He looked at me, pleased, and. It wasnt just cold, but windy too. Her skirt was of the pleated variety, and it often blew back and forth–twice, it had blown straight up. She wore a red thong, but had even taken that off and stuffed it in her purse. The wind gave a violent push and her skirt came up–not just a little, either. The waistband came up to the bottoms of her breasts. She gasped and looked around her–not a fake oopsie gasp but a genuine one–and saw no one. She started to readjust her skirt, then hesitated. Then she.