That was fine I liked working alone. I went upstairs to the third floor to the medieval exhibit. No one was up there and I found a quiet spot to sit a...d write in my own journal. It wasn’t really a journal it was more like a notebook filled with dirty stories of what I would love men to do to me. I was deep into a story when I looked at my watch and realized an hour has passed and I never written anything in my homework journal. I placed my note book down beside me on the bench and rose to look. But obviously they saw the note."let's go in." no dude... we should knock first..." fuck that man. it said 'CUM RIGHT IN' so let's go in!"my door opened...I pulled my head back and closed my eyes, to let them admire what they can fuck and defile..."SHIT!" one of them said as they saw me."told ya she's a slut..." A HORNY PIECE OF SHIT!" I heard some of them gasping... I looked at them and was shocked to see not just 9 now, but 15....15 OF THE HOTTEST CUTEST LITTLE BOYS IN MY SCHOOL OGLING AT ME. The feeling of being filled up, struggling to keep it in, and then the relief of letting it out always makes me leak precum like crazy. I never touch my little clitty when douching though. All my pleasure comes from my boi pussy like a good sissy slut. (I would love to have a dominant daddy force me to hold it in. Maybe even fill me and then plug me). After cleaning I get dressed. I put on a pair of lacey panties and put my hair into a ponytail. Then cover up with some masculine clothes. I love. Still, I believe that if the rain noise had simply been one of mere pitter-patter, somehow my life would be different.That was because it made my entry, through the door into the kitchen on my way to the living room, unintentionally silent. The picture has never left my memory – nor my fantasy.They were clad exactly as they had screamed their ways out of their respective birth canals. Exactly, except for the pubic hairs adorning their respective sex organs. As they were lying on a light beige.