The first time she had done it, was for some beer. It wasn’t that she was a prude, but the opportunity had never really come up for her to have sex. But when her parents left town for the weekend, she had decided to throw her first, and ultimately only, party. She had let people know about it, invited a lot of people she barely knew. She was new to this high school and she wanted to make friends. What better way than a no parents party? She had spent almost all the money she had saved up for food and snacks, put up all the valuable shit, but she was still lacking alcohol. She tried a few stores with her fake id, but they were honest employees and ran her off. With the party coming up the next day, she’d been desperate.
So, going to one of the few stores within walking distance, she’d asked a couple men and women to buy her some. She was a bit nervous as they already lived right in a sketchy part of town, but even then, people were rejecting her. Frustrated, she almost left when a man whistled at her from the corner of the store near the dumpster.
“You need someone to buy some shit for you honey?” he had asked. He looked a bit dirty, smelled worse, clearly an alcoholic. She thought about bolting, but if she failed to have any beer or drinks, any chance of fitting in would be gone.
“Um, yeah. I have the money and the list. You don’t even have to get everything on it, just beers and shit would be fine,” she said nervously as she fumbled out a couple hundred. “Listen, anything even left over is yours, should be like 30 bucks or something.” She was nervous when he stepped close, then took her money. She was terrified he was just gonna run off, when he reached out and stroked her arm, which made her wince.
“I’ll do it on one condition,” he said, grabbing her arm and jerking her against the wall behind the dumpster. She was about to scream, eyes wet, terrified when he covered her mouth. “Relax, we just need a bit of privacy little girl,” he said. As he held her mouth, his hand slid down her chest to her exposed belly, rubbing it, brushing her jean shorts, before unzipping and pulling his cock out. “Stroke it, suck it, and I’ll do it. Otherwise, fuck off,” he said. He stepped to the side a bit and when she didn’t move, he grabbed her hand and put it on his cock. He stepped against her, pressing her into the corner between the side of the dumpster and the building. “I said stroke it.”
And she did. Tears running down her face, filled with self-loathing, she did. It wasn’t the first time she’d had a cock in her hand. She was 16, she’d jerked a couple boyfriends off and sucked them. But in the smell of garbage, his strong breath, she did as told. She tried to think of the party. It would be worth it for that, she thought. At least she tried to convince herself of that. He took her hand and aimed it at her belly button, pushing into it, making her hand slide up and down his cock. She suddenly had the urge to vomit and he let her spin, puking, bile splattering against her feet. She felt his hand on her head, pushing her down. When she tried to resist, he told her to relax and just close her eyes and open her mouth. And she did.
“That’s a good girl, just relax, tap my leg if you get sick again ok?” he asked. He said it like it was the most normal of things, as she tasted his dirty cock, sweaty, salty, shoving into her mouth. She tapped his leg again, throwing up, when he shoved in again, holding her head tight as he pumped furiously, gagging her. Then heat filled her mouth, as he pushed deep. She swallowed most of it, but when he pulled out, she spit the rest of it up. He pulled her up, wiped her eyes and kissed her.
“See? I knew you were a big girl. I’ll be right back,” he said. He walked off and she leaned against the wall, crying and wiping her eyes. Shaking, she straightened herself and waited. Part of her just wanted to run and leave the memory behind. But she couldn’t. Several minutes later he came out, struggling to carry all the beer and alcohol.
“Where’s your car?” he asked and saw the blank look on her face. “For fucks sake, you thought you could carry all of it?” he asked. He then walked slowly to a car in the next lot, setting it down. “Come here, damnit.” She walked over, looking down and feeling stupid.
“What’s your address? I’ll drive you,” he said. When she hesitated, he grabbed her chin. “Listen, I’m leaving right now if you don’t tell me and I’m taking this shit with me if you don’t tell me now.”
She whimpered, but told him, and he opened the door for her. It reeked of alcohol as well and she sat nervously. He got in the car, then looked at her. “You’re a lot of trouble girl. Maybe you should thank me?” As soon as he said that, he grabbed her left tit, groping it, eyes watching her.
“How old are you?” he asked, and she barely managed to mutter 16. “Mmm, lets see them,” he told her, jerking up her shirt and down her bra. “Let me finger you and then we’ll go,” he said, unbuttoning her. She just froze, as he unzipped her and touched her sex.
“You’re wet, see I know your type. It’s ok. I’m not gonna fuck you. I just want to feel your wet cunt on my hand. I want you to know what you did for some beers.” He reached over, reclined her seat, and started fingering her roughly. With his other hand he put her hand on his cock he’d apparently freed and told her to stroke it. She did as she whimpered as he fingered her, sometimes kissing her, frozen, meek, until she felt him spasm and wetness on her belly.
“Mmm, ok, lets go,” he said as they drove off. He took her to her house, carried the alcohol to the door. He took another kiss and then left. She ran inside as soon as he was gone and threw up in the toilet and showered, almost scalding her skin.
The party, it went well enough, or so she heard. She got way too drunk way too fast, to really remember much of it. When she woke, she hurt. Standing up slowly, she winced and noticed the blood in the bed, not even her bed. It was her parent’s bedroom. Her dress was torn. She walked slowly into the bathroom, sitting on the toilet. It burned when she peed and there was a thin crust all around her pussy. She cried as she wiped it away, knowing what had happened. She’d finally lost her virginity and she didn’t even know who had did it. Had multiple guys raped her. She screamed and threw a hairbrush and sobbed. Then she wiped, touched the bruises on her thigh, and walked out.
It took all of Saturday to clean up. She had to toss out a couple kids who had passed out. She got several texts about the great rager she threw. No one mentioned raping her. No pictures came out the following week or ever. Whatever had happened, no one had bragged. She got a lot of date offers and after a couple weeks of struggling to pretend she was ok, she finally relented and went on a date. It was one of the guys she’d met at the party, he seemed nice, and when she leaned against him during the movie, she believed, truly believed, she was going to be ok. And then he pressed on her head, whispering to her that he knew what kind of girl she was, that it was ok. He never saw her tears. He probably assumed the sobs were gags as she sucked him off in the theater. A few hours later, in the park, she had the first sex she could remember. It was clumsy and over quickly as he dumped another load in her, this time in her pussy. He dropped her off and never talked to her again.
After that night, her parents noticed she acted differently. She started using drugs. First her own money, but that didn’t last long. When a dealer brushed his hand along her face, telling her she could pay other ways, she did. The first time she got some pot for a blowjob. The next time, he gave her a bump and offered her some more for a fuck. He pulled out his phone and filmed her as he fucked her. He made her tell him her age, made her say dirty stuff. She came as he was choking her. It was the first time in a month she’d felt anything.
It spiraled from there. She came home one night around 1 am, her parents screaming, her fucked up out of her mind, in a torn dress that was stained. They tried to reason with her, offer her help. But she bolted, ending up at her dealers’ place. To stay with him, of course, she had to pay.
That was how it ended up, a few months later, she was working the street discreetly, hanging near a bar. Her pimp moved her around, so cops were less likely to hassle her. She brought him money, he kept a roof over her head and kept her fucked up. She saw a john approaching her and smiled. He smiled back and then stopped.
“I… I know you,” he said, and she realized he did. It was the drunk who’d all but molested her in exchange for getting her beer. He’d barely recognized her, as she’d lost probably 20 pounds, her hair was stringy, and looked closer to 25 than the 16 she still was. Somehow that made his cock even harder.
“So, you learned who you are?” he asked. She nodded. He took her hand, walked her to the dumpster, and fucked her ass bareback behind it, remembering the girl he hoped he’d help destroy as he fucked her guts. Some memories, such as that, as beautiful, he thought as hot cum filled the whore’s ass. She sucked his dirty cock clean and took his money. He didn’t kiss her this time. She walked off, looking for the next customer and the next fix, and she would always be alone.
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