Of course, among the girls, everyone tried to be friendly but there was an undercurrent that told me that the crowd I had originally been a part of no... considered me to be little better than a slut. Strangely, the group of girls that we had looked down on because of their loose morals now considered me one of their own. It didn't matter that I had been raped. I now knew what sex was all about and to little seventh and eighth grade sluts that somehow made me a hero.The boys fell into two major. ’ I purr, laying on the seduction. He kisses my lips, almost before I’m done speaking, moving slowly down to my neck. I feel the soft pressure of his teeth on the skin just above my shoulder and moan. That’s my favorite spot. ‘Harder, baby.’ I say, which comes out as more of a request than a demand. I blame it on lack of oxygen due to being extremely turned on. Or something. He complies, biting down a little harder and sucking on the soft skin of my neck. I love a little pain with my pleasure,. Grabbing his mother by her blackened nipple, Rahul made her stand up. As sapna stood up, her legs started shaking and she fell flat back on her ass, causing her to howl again. Growing impatient with the blubbering pig, Rahul grabbed her hair with both his hands and dragged her across the floor of their house, all the way to the living room. “OOOOOOWWW MERCY BETA! HAVE SOME MERCY ON YOUR POOR MOTHER BETA!” screamed Sapna, as she was dragged across the length of her home by her hair, leaving a. He tore my thin bikini top off and began to frantically suck on my nipple, pulling on the other one. I was rubbing his cock as his pre-cum leaked all over my hand. I wanted to suck all of that pre cum off of him. ‘Let me suck it, I want to feel you fucking my throat, Joey,' I begged. ‘You wanna feel my huge cock at the back of your throat baby? So you can be my little personal whore? Get on your knees,’ he demanded.Oh how I got so horny when he called me whore, and told me what to do. I was.