Chapter 8

“Ah, yeah, yeah baby, here it comes. Here comes another load for you.”

The man’s dick got bigger and harder and gushed man juice into me. At that moment, I hated myself even more as another orgasm washed over me. He whipped his cock out and slapped it on my ass. Cum splattered on my butt. The other guy put me down and laughed.

“You got what you wanted,” he said and ripped my shirt off. “You’ll forget you ever saw us if you know what’s good for you.” They closed their pants, collected my clothes and left me standing there in heels with my abused pussy and asshole leaking cum. Now what?

I wanted to crawl up and cry like a baby, but that would be a waste of time, and I wasn’t going to give those men one tear. I made a decision, I would never tell a soul, never speak of this, ever. It had been my fault or at least partially my fault, and other than not feeling like I had a choice, I enjoyed it.

I could never face my family and friends if the truth came out. I had been wearing a wet T-shirt, and I was fingering myself. Of course, they thought I wanted to get fucked. Hadn’t I?

At a red light, an SUV stopped next to me. I was grateful for the hoodie that had been in the trunk. At least the guy couldn’t see my tits. Not that I cared. There were plenty of other things on my mind. Like being pregnant or worse?

The streets of my subdivision were quiet. It was an upper-middle-class neighborhood and a community of people who would make a huge deal out of someone’s daughter coming home half-naked in broad daylight.

I breathed a sigh of relief when I didn’t see any cars in my driveway. I parked by the garage and got out of the car. Once I was standing, shielded by the vehicle and the open door, I realized how weak my legs were. I had to steady myself before looking toward the neighbors on the right, the left, and across the street. They had a clear view up the driveway. Neither the car nor the door would hide me if they were looking out the window.

I tugged futilely at the hoodie, trying to get three more inches to conceal the bottom curves of my butt and my bald crotch. Fuck it, I thought and slammed the door. I walked briskly toward the side entrance. If somebody were watching, I wouldn’t have known because my eyes were on the ground directly in front of me.

Once my hand was on the knob, I sucked in a huge breath, realizing I hadn’t been breathing. I went in. The kitchen was empty, as it should have been. A sense of relief filled me, but I still didn’t feel safe. I got a glass of water and guzzled it in front of the sink, then filled it again and raised it to my lips.