I knew who I was – Rebecca Louise Freeman, age thirteen years and zero days. I knew I was lying on the carpet in our living room. I knew it was my b...rthday. I knew that my entire extended family was in the room staring at me – that’s the other reason I didn’t want to open my eyes. I knew I’d just had hysterics in front of everyone and then collapsed.The one thing I was drawing a complete blank on was ... why.I looked inside my brain and the place where my memories should be looked like the film. She was nude. Lovely round breasts, a small waist, and rounded hips. Her vulva was covered with fine blonde hair.There were appreciative murmurs from the crowd. Number one turned around so that her shapely buttocks and back were on display. “She’s beautiful, but I’d also like to see number 2,” said the man.The process was repeated. The tunic of number 2 dropped. Her breasts were larger than the first. She had no pubic hair. She was plumper than the first, with larger buttocks and bigger. A yes came from every guy except me. So Jen said she wanted to go with me, and then she would try for seconds or thirds, for any guy that could. Well we went into the room alone, and despite the fact that I had already cum twice with the other girl, as soon as Jen started telling me what had gone on with these guys, and I felt her, I had a roaring horn and couldn't wait to get at her. Her body felt hot and sweaty, she smelt hot, but not in an offensive way, but she was just all sex. When I felt. What Sylvia had to fuck, Ellen would fuck. What Sylvia had to suck, Ellen would suck. She would make that bitch go through everything she'd had to and more... and then she'd fix her so no man would ever want her again... maybe even perform a little plastic surgery on her--the same kind that was used on the Puerto Rican bitch Alicia, "Titless Alicia", they called her now.Then Sylvia's thoughts of sweet revenge abruptly faded as she saw the hungry expression on the faces of Cash and Pop... and.