All it would take was an implied threat and he’d be more than willing to have his very own little teen fuck toy. But he’d probably actually kill m... while we did it. Maybe that’d be best, I thought with a macabre chill. I looked at the zombie with puffy eyes that I’d become. “Better off dead.”No, think clearly. Mr. W can barely afford himself. I need money to get out of here. I smiled. Mr. F has money. I bet he’d pay big to fuck me. I bet I could get a thousand dollars. Maybe more if I told him. I reached around, grabbed his shaft, and pushed his cock against my pink hole. He groaned softly and pressed against me. Suddenly, it slid in right up to his balls. I thought I was going to shoot on the spot, but I held it together as he began to slowly slide his cock in and out. At this point, I gave up trying to keep the sleeping bag covering me up, and so, when the flashlight suddenly lit us up, Sammy saw me on my side facing him with my cock in my hand and Jimmy—stark naked right behind. I closed my eyes and arched my back and pushed my head down onto the pillow. At the same time, I felt Tom ram his cock deep into my anus, thus breaking my virginity there. I screamed out loud. Or so I thought. I felt a cock rammed deep into my mouth. I began sucking it. Then suddenly I had a cock thrusting deep into my cunt as well. I was so lost in the act of fucking, that I did not realize what was going on. I started sucking on the cock and at the same time, I was being banged up in my ass. I opened the regular one first. It was a birth certificate in the name of Darla Anne Drake, a female born May 4, 1955. I looked up and said, "How?"Auntie told me that she had 'arranged' to have some records altered. A clerk at the hospital where I was born desperately needed some money for their child's college tuition. A scholarship fund sufficient to pay the child's tuition through all four years at a state college was sufficient to make the alterations come about. The fact that Darla's.