Lessons for a young slut part 1

A young party girl learns the dangers of roaming around alone at night

The light snowy drizzle slapped my pale skin as i rushed to my house. The miniskirt and the crop-top hardly did anything against the wind and the biting cold. There was still a long way to go and all i could was hope not to get too wet. As I moved with my head down a breeze of nauseating smell of cigarettes brushed against me, after a brief pause i chose to ignore it and keep moving when I felt a tight grip around my arm.
At that moment, my brain froze and my heart felt a sharp cold sting; I was afraid.
Without looking up I tried to shake off the grip when another burly figure blocked my way.

after a moment of hesitation I finally looked up and saw five men. Their faces was similar to stray dogs upon setting their sight on a piece of meat. sweat dripped off my forehead and I shuddered, both from the fear and the cold.

one among them stubbed out his cigarette and walked up to me, "y'know walking around dressed like that is dangerous," he spat on my face. "How old are you bitch? dont you know better?" His words stung, deepening the pain in addition to the cold.

tears welled at my eyes, and all I could do was let out a soft whimper. Putting my head down again, I wanted to ignore my reality for a while; but it was short lived. A hard hairy hand slapped me straight and questioned me again.

pushing through the fear, I whispered, "six--sixteen. please let me go. you guys are hurting me..."
They laughed like a bunch of hyenas before walking me off the street and to a desolate and dark alleyway. I never resisted once; I know it would be pointless. All i could do was close my eyes and pray.

The grip on me finally loosened, but it was not for the better. there was a tighter hold on my exposed hips as one of them lifted me up and placed me on a dumpster. My heart dropped, I knew what was to come. as a reflex I tried kicking and pushing but it resulted in all of them restraining me. I let out a soft moan, followed by tears. That sight seemed to ingite something in the men.

"Oh, you little slut..." with that he put his hand under my skirt and ripped my panties with ease.
I yelped out, "no no! get off me! please please I'm so sorry please don't do anything to me... I beg you..." The pleading fell on deaf ears. seeing that I was about to beg again, one of them grabbed my neck and stuffed it with his cock. It was so hairy, so nasty... and so hard. "Ahh that's better" he exclaimed.
That seemed to make everyone laugh. I had never felt so humiliated... so dirty.

The cock kept my mouth shut while the others rubbed and licked my pussy, getting it ready for their use.
This was also overwhelming...I have never kissed a boy before, but now I had an old man's dick choking my throat as I squirmed, trying to breathe. My little mouth must've set something off in him: He grabbed my ponytail and used it a handle to fuck my mouth. my spit squelched around his whole member, drool running down my crop-top, over my belly and to my pussy.

Trying to not pass out from the old cock jammed in my throat, I did not notice the other men circling like vultures around my virgin folds. At least not until one of them stuck his finger in. It was a weird sensation. I did not know what to feel. Arousal or pain? perhaps both.
I wanted to scream from the penetration, but the old cock kept me muffled.

My pussy was bare, the cold breeze brushing against it, open for anyone to see. the pink folds very sensitive and could not possibly handle all these men. My blush and mascara had worn down by the spit and precum.
Seeing me, so fragile and ruined, made the old man explode right in my throat. I barely tasted any, as it went straight down, yet i still wanted to throw up.

"A fresh whore! this is a god send these cheap hookers don't even compare" .Everyone nodded in agreement. I Was still gagging, spitting out the fluids trying to recollect myself when my legs were suddenly grabbed and spread open. "what a sight to see. Don't scream too much, whore."