It was true Darwin, our middle school. 1990s suburban America. It was animal. Social selection. There’d be regular ass-kickings. Kids in the hallway... kicked, punched from behind. Group beatings in bathrooms. Faces in toilets. Faces slammed into lockers. Wedgies. Purple nurples. Ears flicked. Seats yanked out.We rarely participated in such barbarism or fought or picked on others, but we would fight back when necessary, and we’d mostly lose, catch a beatdown.Because we were fags.Spazzes. Weirdos.. Mike laid her down on low bench, standing between her open thighs. She stared at his cock, jutting out from his curly pubes and curving upward slightly. “Mike, please…” He grinned down at her, pulling her by the hips so that her ass was right at the end of the bench, then went to his knees. “MIKE, please, NO!!!” she begged, feeling his cockhead rubbing up and down through her virginal slit and gathering moisture. “Shut up, bitch!” Adriana said. “He’s going to fuck you, right now, and nothing. I think us kids walking in on my parents in the old house precipitated this, but we all agreed to abide by the new rule.That July was about the hottest I remember and it didn’t take long before we knew the Air Conditioning was terribly inadequate to sufficiently cool the whole house, especially the upstairs. The builder apparently saved money by cheaping out on the HVAC system. It wasn’t long before we had a group of 4 men installing a larger, more efficient system to make us all happy.As soon. "The five girls walked out on stage; they could have been strippers for the way they were dressed. All had on very short, very loose mini skirts, dark hose and cut off tee shirts that ended just under the mounds of their tits.Candy stepped forward"I am to be called Candy and I am going to be the best slut I can be."With that she raised her skirt so we all could see her panty covered pussy, then she turned around so we could see how her panties cupped her ass cheeks.Amanda stepped forward"I am.