Once a Slut Always a Slut

Look at the whore! She’s getting turned on boys!” The others laughed and some hands went around my head and forced it towards Bill’s crotch.

“Go on! Get his old man out and let’s see if you are going to make a really good tart!” This was Spencer who was holding my head having turned me over towards McLean. I reached over to Bill’s jeans and started to unbutton them. His penis was straining in his boxers and just a gentle pull on them at the top caused it to spring out. I took hold of the growing prick which was warmer than I would have imagined and very hard; I could smell male cock; slightly tinny smell and giving off some muskiness. My mouth opened and his flesh entered my mouth; My head was forced towards it and I opened my mouth. The cockhead went in and I started to suck and lick it like the girl in the video. The appalling thing was – I liked it! What’s more they knew I liked it.

During all this time there had been flashes and I knew another photos had been taken; these would show me with my face close to a guy’s groin unbuttoning his trousers while his dick jutted out inches from my face then with his member in my lipstick frosted mouth. Great! Just great!

Les Spencer growled at me, “Start sucking it real good babe unless you want a slap!”

McLean was moaning softly, “Oh! Fuckin’ hell, Oh! God! Oh God!

Paul had got his cock out and was now proffering it to me and I pulled back from McLean, grabbed Paul’s rampant member with my other hand and pushed it into my mouth; wanking McLean as I did so. I felt Spencer’s hands sliding up the inside of my legs and thighs pushing them apart as he, surprisingly quite gently, stroked and caressed and occasionally kissed my stockinged legs.

I began to moan softly and this, almost in itself, seemed to make them even more aroused.

I felt myself roll over onto my knees and part my legs in a position of subjugation to these randy teenage boys.