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Homeless

By: tednu



The divorce was final and I was out on my ass - no job, no house, no nothing. I was broke and homeless. I had walked until I wore my madness off. When I finally got hold of myself I was in a part of town where I had never been before. I walked over to the park that was located just across the street. It was a small woodsy type of park. I saw several people setting on the benches and a few others were strolling about. I slumped to the ground beneath a large tree. I don't know how long I sat there with my head resting upon my knees. To be short about it, I was at my wits end and had no idea what to do or where to go.

I became aware that another person had sat down next to me only when they spoke.

"Hi...may I share your tree?" asked a soft voice.

I looked up to see an extremely good-looking young man smiling at me. "Don't care...." I mumbled.

"Hi, my name is Don," spoke the young man as he seated himself next to me.

"Mine's Bob," I replied, somewhat lackluster.

Although I did not want company or to talk, Don's pleasant nature and soft voice soon had me spilling my tail of woe to him. By the time I had finished we were both comfortable with each other. Don lived close and he invited me home with him for some lunch. Having not ate all day, I readily accepted.

When we arrived at Don's house he fixed each of us a couple sandwiches. After we had finished our sandwiches he offered me the use of his shower. Being hot and sweaty, that too, I readily accepted.

When I got out of the shower my clothes were gone and in their place was a short robe. About that time Don stuck his head in the door and informed me he had put my clothes in the washer and that I could wear the robe till my clothes were clean and dry. I thanked him and put on the robe, but not before he got a good look at my semi-hard cock (I always seem to get hard in the shower). I thought he stared a little long at my meat but I really did not think much about it at the time.

Don took me into the den and seated me on a large couch. He gave me a cold beer and told me he was going to grab a quick shower. He then asked if I wanted to watch a "hot" movie.

I replied, "Why not!"

Don then put in what I thought was a hot "fuck" movie. The first part was. It had two large dicked guys pumping it to a big titted bitch. They had her laying on a coffee table and one was fucking her pussy with his 10" cock while the other one was ramming his 9+ inches in her mouth and throat. They took turns about and soon shot cum all over her face and pussy. Then a third man entered and grabbed the bitch and he started fucking her sloppy pussy. 

To my surprise the two men with the big cocks started kissing each other and playing with each other's cocks. I looked around to tell Don I was not crazy about watching m2m sex. But Don was in the shower so I just turned back and started watching the two big cocked studs go at it.

Here I got another surprise. My cock, which was rock hard from watching the bitch get fucked, jumped even harder as I watched one of the men start sucking the other one's cock. I could not believe it I was being turned on by men sucking cocks.

Not aware Don had returned to the room, I almost jumped out of my robe when Don spoke from behind me, "Those dudes sure know how to suck cock, don't they?"

Looking around I saw he was in a robe just like mine, but his cock was making the front of his robe stand out like a tent. Don walked over and sat down beside me. He rubbed his big cock through his robe and looked at my robe. I did not realize it but my naked cock was poking out the front of my robe.

"Damn...look at that!" Don exclaimed, "They are jacking each other off....makes me want to jack off too. How about you Bob?"

As I watched Don start to rub his cock, which was now exposed, I realized my own 7" cock was exposed and leaking pre-cum like Don's 8+ incher. The sight of Don's cock was strangely making me even hotter. I who had never saw another man's hard cock before, was now staring at his drooling cock as I unconsciously started stroking my own.

All I could do was stammer, "...er..y..yes..."

We both slipped out of our robes and sat back down. When Don sat down next to me his naked leg and hip came in contact with mine. I started to move over but did not. The touch of another naked man's skin touching mine caused me to tingle all over with unexplained excitement. Even more strangely was that I could not keep my eyes off his hard cock. I didn't realize it but I had stopped stroking and was watching him slowly stroke his cum leaking cock. His pre-cum was running out the piss slit on his cock head and down the sides of his cock giving his cock a shinny luster.

The next thing that happen almost made me drop my load right then. Don reached over and took hold of my cock. For the first time in my life another man had hold of my cock. The touch of his hand on my cock sent afore unknown erotic fire racing through me. 

All I could do was layback and moan as Don tightly held my throbbing cock and slowly started stroking it.

"Oh FUCK!! That feels so fucking hot. I have never felt anything like this...." I gasped over and over.

"It does feel good...doesn't it...want to touch mine... " Don asked in that low soft voice of his. 

"Yesssss...sooo good!" I stammered, answering about how good it felt. The part about touching his cock had not registered on my sex enflamed mind.

Don must have thought I meant yes to both questions because he took one of my hands and placed it on his rock hard, cum slick man meat.

I was speechless…I could not believe it; a man was not only hand fucking my cock, but had just put MY hand on his cock. My first impulse was to jerk my hand away, but realizing how good he was making me feel I decided that just holding his cock would not hurt anything. Besides, there was no one here to see me, ‘Ole Straight 8 Bob, setting here naked and holding on to a man’s hard cock. “What the fuck,” I thought, “Holding his cock is not going to make me gay or hurt me.”  

It sure didn’t hurt – it felt damn good! I could not believe the strange new erotic feelings that I was experiencing by just holding on to Don’s cock. It felt so hot, so hard and so fucking wonderful. I loved the way his cock felt in my hand as I started stroking the first cock ever I had ever touched besides mine.

“OH! Damn, Bob,” exclaimed Don, “That feels so fucking good! OH YES! Stroke it, ohhh yessss!”

Don’s passionate urgings served to excite me even more. I just couldn’t believe the sensuous feelings I was experiencing from playing with another man’s cock. Here I was in broad daylight naked with another naked man I had only known a few hours. What’s more I was boldly thrusting my hard cock at him as I ecstatically stroked his hard cock. 

Between watching the hot cock sucking on the TV and Don playing with my love pole and me stroking his, I was at a new wonderful sexual high I had never known before. But, as wonderful as hand fucking Don’s cock was, Don was about to carry me a step higher.

Lost in my new world, I was laid back on the couch with my hips pushed forward to give Don plenty of stroking room as I explored his cock with my hand, I suddenly felt something that almost made me shoot my load right there.

Don had sliped to the floor and replaced his hand with his hot mouth. 

“Ohhh…fuck…ohhh…yesss…” was all I could moan as for the first time I felt a man’s hot mouth on my cock. “Oh fuck Don! That feels soooo gooood!”

But in slipping to the floor Don had pulled my hand off his cock – I wanted it back! But, try as I may, there was no way I could reach his cock. Realizing what I was trying to do, Don took one of my hands and placed it on one of his hard nipples. I love playing with nipples although the only nipples I had ever played with had been on women, Don’s nipples seemed even to be larger and more sensitive causing him to moan around my cock.

“Umm, ysssss, ohhhhh,” he moaned as his head bobbed up and down on my cock.

I knew I was about to cum, so even as much as I was enjoying playing with Don’s sensitive nipples, I wanted to feel his cock in my hand and bring him off too.

“Ohhh, Don! Your cock…let me have your cock…PLEASE!” I begged.

It was here Don made his seduction complete. Realizing that I was about to cum and that once I had cum, my level of sexuality acceptability would taper off rapidly, Don made his next move.

Letting my about to cum cock slip out of his mouth Don slowly stood up. I was still leaning forward holding on to his hard nipples and as Don raised up I continued to pinch his nipples.

Because Don had learned (I told him by deed and words) I loved playing with his nipples, Don cunningly started to moan with ecstasy as he raised up, “Ohhh so goood! Don’t let go…pinch them hard! Yesssss…”

Not only because I liked playing with his hot nipples, but because I knew it was bringing him pleasure, I stayed leaning forward and tightly holding on to his nipples as I twisted them. However (as Don knew it would), when Don was completely standing this brought his rock hard cock just inches from my face.

I had never saw any cock up this close before, much less a hard one with pre-cum leaking out its slit. The only word I can use is, mesmerized. His lovely cock that had thrilled me so when I first held it, and had begged to hold again, was now poised just inches away from my mouth. I was completely taken with the beauty of it. It was over eight inches long with a beautiful ‘helmet’ shaped head setting on top and glistening with pre-cum. 

I don’t know what come over me, but all of a sudden the desire to kiss this lovely piece of man meat over whelmed me. Without even thinking about it I leaned the few inches forward, and for the first time, kissed a man’s cock. Kissing Don’s cock was electrifying! Sexual hormones I never knew I had came alive flooding me with new desires I did not understand and never thought possible.

For with the touch of my lips on his beautiful cock, the door slammed shut on my old life and a whole new sensuous world opened up to me – the wonderful world of cock loving – cock sucking. All I could think of was kissing, licking and rubbing his cock all over my face. It was hot, hard and soft all at the same time. I had never felt any thing as incredible as Don’s cock. 

The next step was a given – I slipped my mouth over Don’s hot love pole and gladly gave up my virginity to his beautiful cock. My mouth took on a life of its own, a life dedicated to sucking Don’s cock. I wanted him to fuck my face with his cock more than I had ever wanted anything. 

“Ohhhh...Fuck YES! Suck it baby...suck that meat,” groaned Don as I explored his cock with my mouth and tongue. I tightly held his cock with my lips as I pulled up till I reached his oozing cock head and licked the underside of his cock head as I fucked my mouth back and forth on the head.

Pulling his cock out of my mouth, I kissed it and rubbed cock wetness all over my face. With his cock barely touching my lips I looked him in his eyes and asked, “I have never done this before...am I doing it right?”

“Right? Man you suck cock like a pro...yesss” he moaned as I impaled my self on his cock. “That a boy! You can do it...you can take it all. YEA!!! What a natural born cock sucker...suck it...yea,” Each time I pulled up and went back down on his cock I took a little bit more cock in my mouth and throat.

Don grabbed my head with his hands and with one larger lunge pushed his cock past my gag point. I guess the angle of my throat combined with the sexual fire that raced through my body allowed his love pole to slide into my virgin throat. After about three or four pumps in and out of my willing throat Don busted my deep-throating cheery and plunged completely in till my nose was buried in his public hair.

“OH FUCK!! What a cocksucker...ohhh baby you got it all,” he moaned as he began fucking my face in earnest. Man all I could do was hold on to his ass cheeks as he gave me a face fucking I will never forget. 

There are no words to explain the sexual rush his cock was giving me as my mind urged him to, “Fuck my face harder...oh fuck... feed that meat to me...I love it. FUCK MY FACE NOW!!! Let me have that COCK!!!” 

Don alternated between short strokes to stimulate his cock head and burying his whole cock deep into my no longer virgin throat. It was as if he could hear my mind scream for more cock. And more cock I got. My one well fucked pussy-face was about to get another first. I was about to receive my first load of hot man juice. As he fucked my face I could feel the veins swelling and his cock head getting plumper. I knew my throat was about to get its first load of cum. 

A moment of wonderment passed through me. Here I was in broad daylight impaled on the cock of a man I had only met a few hours ago. What’s more, I was turned on like I had never been turned on before. I was in a sexual utopian world I never knew existed. To swallow or not to swallow Don’s cum was not even a question. I greedily wanted him to make the taking of my mouth cheery complete. I wanted him to fill my mouth with his man juice – his love cum. 

And fill my mouth he did. His first shot was so forceful that it almost pushed me off his erupting cock. His cum was hot and sort of sweet like a tangy tangerine. It was love at first taste! 

“Ohhh fuckkk...take it all you beautiful cock sucker...drain me...Oh fuck what a hot mouth...eat it...eat it allll,” Don screamed over and over as he rammed his cock into my mouth with a passion that urged me to heights unknown. He had called me a cock sucker and I knew indeed I was a most hungry cock sucker.

As he fed me his man treasure, I sucked and slurped like a starving man – and I was a starving man – starving for Don’s load of man nectar. In just a short time I had awakened to the world of cock sucking and cum. Yes, I had turned into a cum glutton and could not get enough of Don’s juice. I licked and drained his cock till there was no more cum and he pulled his cock from my cock hungry mouth. 

Don quickly went to his knees and in one swoop swallowed my cum wet cock. His mouth was hotter than my wife’s dead pussy had ever been. Man Don knew what my cock wanted! It wanted to be fulfilled like it never had, it wanted a man’s hot mouth. I wished that feeling would last forever, but I was so hot that in just a few minutes my cock yielded its first ever load of cum to a man’s mouth. 

In record time Don had empted my long pent up load of cum and I was satisfied as I had never been. “Ohhh soooo goood...oh fuck drain me, drain me drain my balls pleaseee... ohhhh... YES!!!” I screamed as I thrust my spewing cock towards Don’s hot cock draining mouth.

“Whew...man what a load...you are sure one hot cock sucker,” Don sighed as he let go of my spent cock. Than as he stood up he pulled me to my feet and put his arms around me and pressed our naked bodies tight together. “You sure you have never sucked a cock before? You sure sucked and ate cum like a natural. Boy your mouth pussy is second to no one.”

Because I had enjoyed sucking my first cock, Don’s praise thrilled me. Grinding my cock into his now hardening cock, “That was my first time – but not my last...” I whispered as I tried to slide down and suck his now hard cock.

“In due time you little cock lover...in due time...” whispered Don as he gave me my very first man kiss. As we opened mouth tongue fucked, our bodies entwined together as one. Then Don asked, “Want to stay?”

In answer my cock throbbed against him as I murmured, “Yes!”

Then taking hold of my cock Don smiled and said, “Lets go up stairs...we have just begun.”

Upstairs my newly discovered world of man sex would expand and carry me to erotic ecstasies afore unknown. I was about to discover the meaning of the words, “Thoroughly fucked!”

Homeless & Found



It's a cold Friday evening. Thirty-six year old police officer, Jessica Carson is working the graveyard shift with her new partner John, a twenty-three year old guy called Martin. It's his first night on the job. Jessica has medium length blond hair and green eyes. She is five foot seven, a little over weight but carries it well. 

Meanwhile a young eighteen-year-old woman called Selena Oak is walking down the street. She's wearing several old moldy t-shirts and a jacket with torn jeans. She's five foot five and is very slim and scrawny, very pale and malnourished, clearly, she's a homeless person and from the way she carries herself, she's been homeless for several years. She has a small backpack slung around her shoulder. 

She crosses a road and peaks inside a 24/7 grocery store. She sees several people paying for items at the checkout. The Indian behind the counter is taking the money and putting the groceries into plastic bags. She steps into the store and walks up the small aisle. She sees a loaf of bread and spots several bottled drinks near the cash register. 

Back in the police car, Jessica stops at a traffic light and has a sip of her coffee. She looks at Martin and sees how vigilant he is. "That will soon change you know?" Jessica says.

Martin looks at her with confusion on his face.

"What will?"

"That look. You're actively looking for crime." Jessica says.

Martin picks up his own coffee and has a sip.

"I'm doing my job, isn't it a cop's job to be vigilant?"

"Vigilant yes, looking for it, no." Jessica says to him.

A minute later, Jessica gets a report from dispatch about a robbery that been committed. Martin checks in and says they'll take it. 

About fifteen minutes later, Jessica's police car arrives on the scene and parks outside the 24/7 grocery store. Jessica and Martin step out of the car and walk into the store. They meet Mr. Hashi, the storeowner and his wife. Mr. Hashi shakes Jessica's hand, 

"Finally, we have just been robbed" Mr. Hashi says in a West Indian accent.

"What's been taken?" Jessica asks.

He points to three items on his cash register, a loaf of bread, a chocolate bar and a fanta bottle. Jessica looks at the items and picks them up. She looks at each item and sighs out of frustration. She turns her attention to Mr. Hashi... 

"We caught the little thief." Mr. Hashi says with pride and a vindictive pleasure. 

"I beg your pardon?" Jessica says to him. 

"We have caught her; she's locked in the storage room." Mr. Hashi says.

Martin looks at Jessica wondering what to make of it.

"What exactly happened here sir?" Martin asks.

Mr. Hashi goes on to explain his story. He explains that fifteen minutes before Jessica and Martin arrived; Selena was quietly walking through the aisle, she quietly stuffs a chocolate bar in her coat and wonders to the back of the store where she picks up the loaf of bread. 

"Little lady, you must pay for that here!" Mr.Hashi shouts at her.

Selena nods her head and looks around the store, with no people in sight; she makes a run for it. She rushes past the counter and grabs a bottle of fanta. She stumbles and drops the bread, she bends down to pick it up. Mr. Hashi runs up behind her, grabs her hair and yanks her back. 

Jessica frowns her head, "Excuse me."

Jessica walks off to a corner with Martin and whispers to him, "This isn't a crime."

Martin looks around and laughs, "What are you talking about, she took the items without paying, hell she made a run for it." 

"She took some bread, a chocolate bar and a drink; this was survival, not a crime!" Jessica shouts. 

Mr. Hashi walks over. "It is a crime, she did not pay! If this was my country, I would cut the thief's right hand off!" 

"Well sir, it's a good thing this is not your country. Now where is she?" Jessica asks, her patience waning. 

"In the storage room, in the back there." Mr. Hashi says.

Jessica walks off into the back; she unlocks the storage room door and steps inside. She sees Selena huddled up in the corner petrified. Her whole body is shaking and her face is facing the floor. Jessica feels very sorry for her; she looks so weak and vulnerable. 

"Hi there." Jessica says nicely.

She looks up at Jessica. Her eye is badly swollen and tears are streaming down her face. Jessica gently walks over to her, Selena hides her face. 

"What happened to your face?" Jessica asks nicely.

Selena doesn't answer. Her whole body is shaking and her breathing is erratic.

"Look, I won't be arresting you, not for the sake of a loaf of bread." Jessica says. "What about the chocolate bar and the drink?" Selena asks.

"Not for any of it." Jessica assures her. "But I would like to get you out of here."

Jessica extends her hand out. After a minute, Selena takes her hand. Jessica helps her up and picks up her bag. 

"NO!"

Selena makes a grab for her bag. Jessica pulls it away, Selena tries to grab it.

"Listen, listen to me. I'll give your bag to you. I'm just picking it up for you." Jessica says.

She returns her bag. Selena calms down; she slings the bag around her shoulder. Jessica gets a clear view of her eye. 

"How did that happen?" Jessica asks.

"He hit me, when he locked me in here." Selena tells her.

"Jesus, I'm going to take you to the hospital, we'll get that looked at."

Selena steps back against the wall shaking her head.

"No! No No No No NOOOOooo!" Selena cries out

Jessica raises her hand and tries to calm her down.

"Okay, calm down! It's alright." Jessica assures her. "Let's just get you out of here first." 

Jessica helps Selena out of the storage room. Selena walks behind Jessica with her head bowed. Martin is taking a statement from Mr. Hashi. Jessica walks over to Martin and grabs the statement. 

"Mr Hashi, are you sure you want to report this incident?"

"Of course, she is a thief!" Mr. Hashi says.

"She did it to survive, she didn't take money from you" Jessica argues.

"Never the less, she did steal." Martin interrupts.

Jessica glares at Martin, "All you want to do is write your little statement, you don't care about the circumstances!" 

Mr. Hashi laughs, "Circumstances, what circumstance. She came in here and she stole."

"Mr Hashi is right; crime is crime no matter what the circumstances are." Martin says to Jessica. 

Selena takes advantage of the argument and quietly moves over to the counter and closer to the items. 

"It was a loaf of bread, the poor girl is starving." 

Selena makes a run for it; she grabs the bread and the drink. She runs out of the store. Mr. Hashi is up in arms shouting and cursing. Martin is about to go after her, 

"Leave her alone!" Jessica shouts at Martin. 

Martin turns around and looks at her with disbelief all over his face.

"Now look at what has happened!" Mr. Hashi shouts.

"Don't worry sir, we'll catch her." Martin tells him. 

Jessica laughs, "Oh please, I am not wasting my time chasing someone whose only crime is the will to survive. Now Mr Hashi, you are not going to waste my time or my partner's time with a statement, are you?" 

"Yes, yes I will. I want to make a statement now!" Mr Hashi argues.

"Right, well when we find her, I'll urge her to report you." Jessica says.

Mr. Hashi laughs and steps back, "What, report me for what?"

"For assault, you hit the girl." Jessica says forcefully.

"Oh this is stupid, she is a criminal!" Mr. Hashi says to her.

"I'll ask again, do you still wish to make a statement?" Jessica asks with forced politeness. 

"No, No I do not, just leave my store!" Mr. Hashi shouts.

Jessica pulls out a ten-dollar bill from her pocket and hands it to him.

"This should be more then enough to cover what she took from you."

"Fine, now please leave. I will press no charges, she will press no charges. Okay?" 

Jessica takes the chocolate bar and slips it in her pocket. "Have a good night." She says to Mr.Hashi. "Let's go" She says to Martin. 

They exit the store and climb into their car. Martin takes a deep breath.

"I suppose you're pissed off with me?" Martin asks. 

"Are you a religious man Martin?" Jessica asks.

"Nope." Martin answers her.

Jessica starts the engine and drives out onto the main road heading back to the precinct.

"Neither am I, but I do believe in God. When I die and I stand in front of God and I have to explain my actions, how am I going to explain that I arrested a young girl whose only crime is stealing a little food to keep her alive? It's not a crime to survive." 

"What if she robbed the cash register?" Martin asks.

"Then I'd be the first to cuff her and read her, her rights. (Sighs) The body doesn't need money to survive, it needs food and drink. She wasn't interested in the money. All she wanted was food and it cost her a black eye and you should have seen her, she was terrified. So tell me honestly, would you feel proud going home tonight knowing that you put a girl in jail for a loaf of bread? 

"I get your point." Martin says.

Selena is running down the road and turns into an alleyway. She looks down the dark alleyway and slowly walks down it paying attention to its surroundings. It's dark, dank and very dirty, trash is scattered all over the place. She sits down with her back against the wall. She breads the bread and eats it while keeping an eye out for anyone. 

Forty minutes later, Jessica exits the precinct. She's wearing her ordinary clothes, a pair of jeans, a sweater and a coat. She climbs into her own car and starts the engine. She drives out of the car park. She dials a number on her cell phone, calls home, and explains to her boyfriend Damon that she won't be home for a few hours. 

Selena finishes eating the bread and looks around the alleyway. She closes her eyes and falls asleep. Meanwhile, Jessica is driving around all over town to different shelters and asking whether anyone knew the girl. So far, she's tried four places and none of them knew her. She pulls up outside the fifth one and gets out of her car. She runs up the steps and knocks on the door. After a minute, an elderly woman called Anna opens the door. She's in her mid-fifties. 

"Good evening, can I help you?" Anna asks politely.

"Evening, I'm Officer Carson; I was wondering, can I come in?"

Jessica shows her police badge.

"Of course." Anna welcomes her in.

Jessica walks inside and Anna closes the door behind her. Jessica sees twenty odd homeless people lying down on cots and sleeping bags. Some are still awake and talking amongst themselves, others are fast asleep. 

"I'm looking for a young girl, she's anywhere between eighteen and twenty-two years of age, she has long brown hair, brown eyes, very slim, about five foot five." 

"I know quite a few girls that fit that description officer." Anna says. 

"Please, it's Jessica. I'm off duty. She has a small blue backpack with red straps slung around her shoulder" 

Anna thinks for a second, "Was she possessive with her bag and very scared about hospitals?"

Jessica nods her head, "Yes, yes she was."

Anna smiles and seems delighted, "I'm sure you're talking about Selena. I only met her the once."

"You must have a good memory if you remember her, especially with the amount of people you get here." 

"There are very few people you meet in life who will leave an amazing impression on you that will stay with you for the rest of your life, Selena is one of those people. Come with me." Anna says. 

Anna takes Jessica into her office. There are four completed puzzles sitting next to each other on a large table. Anna sits down and pours herself a coffee and one for Jessica. 

"I met Selena just over a year ago, it was the coldest night of the year and she was very poorly." Anna says. 

"Poorly in what way?" Jessica asks intrigued.

"The poor girl had just been beaten up, anyhow, I took her in and gave her a bed and some food. She was incredibly thankful and well mannered. I treated her like anyone else that comes here. I give them puzzles and board games to keep themselves busy." Anna says. 

Anna puts her coffee down and puts her hand on a large puzzle of an exotic flower. 

"Look at that puzzle there and tell me what you see." Anna urges her. Jessica takes a sip of her coffee and looks at the puzzle.

"A flower, I couldn't tell you which one it is." Jessica says. 

"The puzzle is made out of only three colors, green, blue and yellow. This is a very complicated puzzle. How long would it take you to finish it?" Anna asks. 

"(Sighs) If I spent six hours a day...I don't know, a few days, maybe a week?." 

Anna smiles, "An hour and a half." 

"That's impossible." Jessica says.

"Ordinarily I'd agree. Look at the complexity, three colors and two thousand pieces and she finished it within an hour and a half, maybe two hours tops. I didn't time her. She also did these ones." 

Anna shows her three more puzzles. One of them is a puzzle of The Big Ben in England, another is two Dalmatian dogs and the third is one of a scenic view of a field of corn with mountains in the background. 

"The first two are two thousand pieces each, the third is three thousand. All completed in the one evening she stayed here. She had maybe, an hour's sleep." Anna says. 

Anna bends down and pulls out a box from under her desk.

"And this one she wouldn't do." Anna says.

Jessica lifts the box and sees a lovely picture of the moon over a lake.

"Why wouldn't she do this?" Jessica asks.

"Because six pieces are missing" Anna tells her.

Jessica is confused. "So she counted the pieces?" Jessica asks.

"I gave her the box, she emptied the box over the floor and just as I was leaving her to it, she called me back and said, six pieces were missing." Anna explains. 

Jessica bends down and opens the box, she tips the puzzle pieces over the floor and looks at it. 

"That is five thousand pieces and in less than a minute, she told me six pieces were missing, When she left, I spent a week counting it. I double checked and she was right, six pieces were missing." 

"Is she autistic?" Jessica asks.

"I don't know. I don't know much about autism, but she certainly seemed to be coherent, she could communicate, she wasn't much of a talker, but when she talked, she knew what she was saying." 

Jessica finishes her coffee and puts the cup down. "I really have to get out there. I want to find her." 

Jessica gives Anna a card with her number on it. "Please, if on the off chance she does come in, please give me a call and ask your kids if anyone's seen her." 

Anna nods. Jessica is just about to leave her office, "Jessica, why are you so interested in her?"

Jessica turns and looks at her, "I saw her eyes and she was in a position to take a lot more than what she did, but she didn't." 

"Jessica, if you find her, please bring her here. I'd love to see her and help her if I can." 

"I will, I promise." Jessica says. Jessica leaves her office and the shelter. She gets in her car and starts the engine. Meanwhile, Selena having had an hour's sleep, she gets up and leaves the alleyway with her bag slung around her shoulder. 

Jessica is driving around the area, checking alleyways close to the store where she first met her. After driving around for three hours, she checks her watch and discovers it's almost six in the morning. She feels tired and decides to turn in for the evening. She turns around and drives down the road leading to the freeway that will take her home. While driving, she sees a woman walking down the street with a bag slung around her shoulder. As she gets closer, she realizes it's Selena. She pulls over and climbs out of the car. 

"Selena?" Jessica calls out to her.

Selena looks back and sees her. She breaks off into a run. Jessica abandons her car and chases after her. Filled with a sudden burst of adrenaline, she runs after her for almost a mile. She sees Selena run into an alleyway where the road is blocked off. She runs in after her. Selena is huddled up in the corner, breathing loud, her body shaking. 

"Selena, I'm not here to hurt you." Jessica says while trying to catch her breath. 

"The-then le-leave me alone" Selena says in a scared tone.

Jessica reaches into her pocket and pulls out the chocolate bar. "I want to give you this, the chocolate bar you left at the store." 

Selena stands up and eyes the chocolate bar with an expression of disbelief on her face. She snatches the bar and tares the wrapper. She starts eating the chocolate bar. 

"My name's Jessica." 

"I'm Selena" 

"I know your name, a woman called Anna told me a little about you." Jessica tells her.

"The shelter." Selena says.

"That's right, you remember her?" Jessica asks.

Selena nods her head. "I remember everyone, even those I don't like."

"Okay, well this place isn't very safe, can I get you some breakfast?"

Selena looks at her, she has stopped shaking and her breathing has returned to normal. Jessica feels like she's being analyzed by her. 

"Why are you being so nice?" Selena asks.

"Nice people help nice people out." Jessica tells her.

"If I run, will you chase?" Selena asks. Jessica thinks about her answer, she looks into her eyes and can't quite make up her mind. She feels deep down that she would run after her and realizes that honesty is probably the best way to get to know her. 

"Yes, if you run I will chase." Jessica says to her.

Selena nods and for the first time, smiles. Jessica feels that it was a test and could tell she appreciated the honesty. 

"You have a car, a blue car with a scratch on the side." Selena tells her.

"Yes. I do." Jessica says.

Selena walks past Jessica and leads the way back to Jessica's car. Selena climbs into the passenger seat and closes the door. She fastens the seat belt. Jessica surprised at the sudden change but welcomes it, climbs into the car and starts the engine. 

"You should fasten your seatbelt." Selena says.

Jessica laughs and nods her head. "You're right" She fastens her seat belt. "Where would you like to go?" 

"Wherever there is food." Selena answers her in a serene kind of way.

Jessica pulls out and drives off heading home. Jessica pulls into a street with several houses on both sides of the road. 

"How long have you lived on the streets?" Jessica asks.

"4256 days" Selena answers her question while gazing out the window.

"Hold on a second, you've been on the streets for almost 12 years?" Jessica is astounded. Selena looks at Jessica and shrugs her shoulders, "Don't know. Where's the food?"

"We're almost there. Did you know there are 365 days in a year?"

"I've lived on the streets 11 years and 241 days." Selena says.

"So what happened to your parents, your mom and dad?"

"Can't remember, where's the food?" Selena asks.

Jessica smiles and nods her head, "Wait five more minutes." Jessica says to her.

Five minutes later, Jessica arrives outside her house. She lives in a lovely apartment on the third floor. She parks the car and steps out. Selena steps out and looks at the apartment building. 

"You live here?" Selena asks.

"Yep, I'm on the third floor." Jessica answers her question.

"Is there food on the second and first floor?"

"I'm sure there is, but they're my neighbors." Jessica answers her question again.

"What do they have for food?"

Jessica giggles and opens the front door. They walk up the steps and down the hallway. Jessica opens her front door and welcomes her in. Selena's eyes open up, she feels a sudden warmness going through her body. Jessica closes the door and locks it. 

"The kitchen is this way. Selena?"

Jessica watches Selena walk into the living room and sit down on the sofa. She lies down, feeling comfortable for the first time in years. Jessica goes into the cupboard and gets a sheet. She returns to the living room a few minutes later and sees Selena fast asleep on the couch. She puts the sheet over her and leaves her be. 




Homeless & Found



Jessica walks into her bedroom and closes her door. 

"Morning sweetheart." Jessica says.

Damon, a handsome black man. He's twenty-four years of age, short black hair and blue eyes. He's very fit, lovely firm chest. He's five foot eleven and weighs the average weight for someone his size. He sits up. Jessica undresses herself and climbs into bed. They snuggle up close, Jessica kisses him on the lips. 

"I'm sorry I'm late. It's been a very strange night" Jessica says. 

Damon kisses her back and turns around, Jessica climbs up on top of him. 

"May I ask what happened?" Damon asks politely.

"I met someone, she's staying here for the night. She's asleep in the living room."

"Who is she?" Damon asks.

"Her name is Selena, she's...homeless.

"Homeless? Is she dangerous?" Damon asks with mild shock.

"Of course not." Jessica says reassuringly.

Jessica explains to him everything that happened to her that night. How she met Selena, how she found her and tracked her down. Everything about the puzzles and Anna. They talk for a good hour. 

"So, what do you plan to do with her?" Damon asks.

"Help her...somehow, anyway I can." Jessica says "She might not want help or even need it." Damon says.

"She might not want help, but she does need it." Jessica says.

After a while, Jessica falls asleep and wakes up a few hours later. She puts on a gown. Damon has already left for work. She walks into the kitchen and sees Selena eating a bowl of cereal. She has already eaten two boxes of cookies, a few apples, oranges and bananas. Jessica sits down with her and talks to her for hours and thus starts the beginning of their relationship...

As the weeks and months go past, Jessica and Selena become very good friends. Selena feels very much at home and comfortable with Jessica. Jessica paid for her legalitities, her medical checkups and was pleased to find out that Selena is very healthy, besides the fact that she's malnourished. Something, which they have worked to correct. Jessica kept her promise to Anna and brought Selena back to meet her. Jessica and Anna discovered that Selena couldn't read and have worked together to teach her. As the weeks turned into months, Selena trusted Jessica more and more. She has learnt how to read and write and with Damon's help, she's learnt how to use a computer. Selena has reached a level of trust and comfort with Jessica that after seven months, she showed her the contents of her backpack. Inside was her collection of old stamps that she had found in rubbish bins. Old pictures of her mom and dad before they died. Eventually, eight months have gone by and Jessica feels like she's reached the crossroads. Her feelings for Selena have developed into affection and love and Selena feels the same way... 

To Be Continued...



Homeless Heart



Almost. Getting there. This time. Oh, dear god, have him take me . . . there . . . this time! Panting hard, rubbing her clit to beat the band, concentrating on him moving inside her, she began to emit little yipping sounds. Tightening up, just . . . about . . .

And then Kurt jerked and shuddered and rolled off to the side and stared up at the ceiling.

"I . . . almost . . . that time I—"

"Yeah, well, I couldn't hold off. You're such a sexy doll."

Linda didn't know whether he was being sarcastic or what. She often couldn't tell. She did know, though, that Kurt was pouting. She was holding the tickets to the Wizard's game over his head, insisting that he do something unselfish, possibly for the first time in his life.

She felt the springs of the bed groan as he rolled out of the bed and onto the floor and headed, bare assed to the bathroom. If it wasn't for that beautiful ass and various other parts of him, she'd throw him out—except that this was his apartment, even though she paid a quarter of the rent. She lived in the dorm, but he said they had to have someplace they could go to, so she'd been dumb enough to suggest that she pay part of the rent.

Half the women on campus would have done the same, she knew. He was a real hunk and knew it. But she knew what half of the women on campus didn't know—that he was a spoiled, self-centered deadbeat.

She heard the shower start. When they'd first moved in here, they had showered together, and he'd done her gloriously under the cascading water. So, he could make her melt—if he wanted to. If he wanted something from her. Well, he sure wanted something from her now. He wanted those tickets to the Washington Wizard's basketball game. The team was on a winning streak, and tickets were increasingly hard to find.

Laying there, she considered just what an orgasm was worth to her. Should she give in? She'd laid her foot down this time, telling him he had to go to the homeless shelter with her to help serve breakfast on Valentine's Day morning. It was something her sorority had agreed to do, and the women were supposed to rope their boyfriends into helping. Kurt had made it quite obvious that he didn't want to help with that—or with very much else. The other women were having trouble getting their men to participate too, but with Linda and Kurt it had become a war. She'd held the tickets over his head as a reward only if he went with her to the homeless shelter.

He had railed and sweet talked her just like every other time. And every other time she'd backed down. That usually was because he gave her good sex—when he wanted to. Well, he'd tried that with her this time too, but she'd stood her ground. Just once she wanted Kurt to do something that didn't serve himself. And when the good sex had failed, he went in the opposite direction—pouting and denying her.

She'd gone longer than usual and it was driving her nuts. She put her fingers to work, trying to achieve what Kurt hadn't done for her. She was getting into it and writhing a bit on the bed when he came out of the bathroom, a towel around his waist, and stood at the foot of the bed and watched her. And she watched him. He was a real hunk. Not just with a handsome, clean-cut face surrounded by a mop of honey-blood hair with golden highlights, but he had a musculature to die for. Just watching him while she worked her clit was helping. She was panting and arching her back and feeling the world move inside her.

Obviously what she was doing was turning Kurt on too, because he dropped the towel. He was in full erection. His knees came down on the end of the bed and he was crawling up the bed and hovering over her. His face was right above hers; he was looking down into her eyes through milky blues that never ceased to stop her breath. She felt a strong arm go under her waist, and he was lifting her waist up. His knees had come between her thighs. His mouth came down to take her lips, and she moaned deeply as she felt the long slide of him into her cunt. She went limp as, still holding her mouth captive, he pulled nearly out and then slid in again, out and in again. She went limp under him, every nerve cell of hers concentrating on the shaft working inside her, feeling her flow, all of the tension in her body centered where he was slowly pumping her. Her ears were ringing and she felt herself moving toward what she'd wanted for days.

He withdraw, only to slide the cock up further, pushing the bulb between her folds, searching for and finding her clit and rubbing over that with his cock head. She was trembling and felt him trembling too. He slid back down and into her cunt, slow pumping twice and back out to punish the clit. Then repeat.

She tore away from the kiss, threw her head back and cried out, "Oh, yeah, baby. Baby, baby, baby. Be good to me." she was digging her claws into his shoulder blades and writhing under him. The cock dove inside her, short staccato jabs deep inside her. She was building to it. Groaning heavily, egging him on.

Then he stopped dead, held her tightly, put his mouth to her ear and whispered, "Show me where the tickets are, sweetheart, and I'll finish you right."

"You cock-sucking piece of shit," Linda screamed, pulling away from him and retreating to the headboard. She pulled into a defensive fetal position and hugged a pillow in front of her.

"When . . . in the . . . fuck . . . did you start to use sex as a bargaining tool?"

"Somewhere around the age of eighteen," he answered. Then he laughed. The "oh-my-gosh" smile he flashed at her—the one that had always gotten women to lay down and open their legs to him—only served to infuriate Linda. "They are just tickets," he said. "Why are you holding back? I want to fuck as much as you do."

"I told you. I want you to do this one good thing—to show me that there's some sign of concern for others in you. It's just a breakfast on Valentine's Day morning. You'll have the rest of the day. And you'll have your ticket to the game. If you don't want to go, I can find someone else to go. In fact, if you don't want to—"

"I wouldn't go any further than that with that sentence," he said, holding his smile on his lips, but she could clearly see he wasn't smiling in his eyes. "I want to be a couple as much as you do, but I don't like these games."

"It's not a game, Kurt. It's symbolic. What's so difficult for you about going down and helping serve a few homeless people on Valentine's Day?"

"We'll discuss this later. I've got a class," he said. He moved off the bed, grabbed up his clothes from a chair, and headed into the other room.

Linda waited for the door to the apartment hall to shut before she let her breath out, and then she laid down on the bed and shed a few tears. Only a few, though, deciding he wasn't worth it. At least not now. Maybe when he grew up. Her thoughts went back to repeatedly calling him baby while he was fucking her, and that made her laugh. That was exactly what he was, a baby. Doing this service project was what he needed. She was convinced that it would make him feel so good helping others—with very little real effort—that it would put him on the road to being a caring human being.

She looked around the bedroom at all the glumpy piles of clothes. She wondered how he even knew which ones to pick up and put on. All of the mess was his. In fact, that's what she was doing there. She didn't have morning classes on Tuesday. So, this was the day she came over to do his laundry and clean his apartment. Already just his drudge.

She rolled out of the bed, went to the closet, pulled out a shift, and shrugged it over her head. She walked out to the door between the bedroom and the living room and did a sweep of the living, dining, kitchen combination room with her eyes. It looked like a war zone. And she had just two hours to clean it up—for another week.

When Kurt had rented this apartment, he had told her that this was their home, their first home. Then why, heavy of heart, did she feel so homeless here? And not for the first time, the thought hit her that maybe this wasn't just home to Kurt and her. Maybe some other women were paying slices of his rent. If nothing else, that got her motivated to start cleaning up the room—and looking for evidence of another woman.

* * * *

"If you're going to mope like that, you might as well just go into the kitchen and hide there. These people have enough problems of their own. They don't need to see you acting hurt."

"Suits me," Kurt said. "All I have to do is stick it out here and I get those tickets, though, right?"

"Right, OK, just don't make this any worse for these people," Linda answered, exasperated. She'd gotten Kurt here, after days of pouting and infighting. She'd almost given up a couple of times and given him the basketball tickets. And she was frazzled and frustrated. There had been no sex, and after some teasing she just stopped coming around to his—to their—apartment. If Kurt had noticed that, he hadn't said anything.

She watched Kurt fade into the kitchen, passing another trapped guy wearing an apron and giving Kurt a look of sympathy. Fighting down a flash of exasperation, Linda turned and looked at the tables laid out for the Valentine's Day breakfast. The table decorations looked a little chintzy, but they did the best they could with what they had. She smoothed down her skirt and did a little tug on the T-shirt they'd given all of the volunteers to wear—so they'd all look essentially the same and could be easily identified as staff. She was a bit too curvy for either of these styles. She didn't often wear a T-shirt and thought she was too full-breasted to be wearing this one, but it was what she was given. Kurt had refused to wear his at first. She'd only gotten him to agree to by telling him he could wear it over the jersey Henley shirt he thought he looked so sexy in. Well, he did look sexy in it. But they weren't here to be sexy.

Just a few more minutes and the doors would open and they'd be busy.

Twenty minutes later they were so busy she was having trouble prioritizing what needed doing next. She was resetting places as soon as they were vacated, and still the line waiting for food—and a place to sit—was growing. They'd had no idea how many homeless there were who needed a solid meal on Valentine's Day morning.

They'd needed to go to the warehouse and bring in more supplies. Kurt had been asked to go with someone else on that run, because all he was doing was sitting next to the dishwashing machine while practicing his moves on a young blonde, who didn't need the provocative banter she was getting from a big hunk when dishes needing to be washed and back out on the line were coming at her like machinegun fire. He'd refused, though, saying he was needed here, and the sorority sister who had been helping Linda set places was pulled off to make the run with her boyfriend.

Linda was feeling she was getting more behind the more forward she went, and she almost cried when she slipped when passing the line of people just about to reach the food table and went down on the floor along with the clatter of the silverware she had been carrying on a tray.

"Woops there; can I help you?"

"No, thanks, it's OK, I . . ." Linda looked up into the eyes of the young man who had stepped out of line just before getting to the food table and was down on his haunches beside her, looking all concerned. He had hazel eyes and curly auburn hair, and if Linda was asked to describe the Angel Gabriel, it would be this young man. ". . . I can manage on my own," she finished, in a voice a little more full of awe, though, than the one she'd started the sentence in.

She had been angry that she'd fallen and especially that she'd spilled the silverware that now would have to be rewashed; and that now would slow down the resetting of the tables; and the line was getting longer, not shorter; and Sophia and her boyfriend weren't back from the warehouse; and . . . and . . . oh shit.

"Here, you obviously can use help. Let me help you pick this silverware up and back in the kitchen and then I'll set place settings with you if it will help speed the service up. I've been here before, and this is an unusual turnout. I can see that you folks are doing the best you can."

"That's OK. I'll get this . . . oh, dear, you've lost your place in line."

But he wasn't listening to her. He was scooping silverware up and getting it back on the platter. She started doing this too, but she sensed that she was more of a hindrance than a help, so she stood up, smoothed her skirt down, gave her T-shirt hem a nervous tug, and watched him.

She loved that curly auburn hair she was looking down on. And it looked clean. It wasn't what she expected from this homeless gig. His clothes looked clean too. A bit tattered, perhaps, but clean. His white T-shirt had a slit at the shoulder, and his faded jeans had cuts at the knees that weren't the result of a fashion statement, and his sneakers looked like they'd fall apart before the next 100 steps were completed. But it was all clean.

And he'd stood close enough to her that she knew he smelled nice. That certainly wasn't what she expected. They did have shower facilities here too, though, so she guessed he must have cleaned up before breakfast.

He stood and smiled at her and handed forth the tray, now covered with silverware going every which way. His hands were large, the fingers long and sensuous. But he looked thin, like he hadn't had a good meal in some time.

"Here. Not in order, but maybe there will be replacements in the kitchen we can use until these are washed again." His smile was radiant.

"I'll take these in. You need to get back in line."

They both looked around at the line. Those nearing the food table looked back defensively. It was evident that getting back in line at that point was going to cause a fuss.

"Let's get some more places set," he said. "I don't mind going to the end of the line."

"OK," Linda said, but then she smiled too, possibly the first genuine smile she'd felt like giving that day. "But the last empty place we set is yours, and I'll go get you a plate of food. By rights you should be through the line now and eating already."

"OK, it's a deal. My name's Craig."

That set her back. That was one of the things the volunteers on the dining room crew had been told not to do—not to exchange names in the dining room. They'd found that the next thing the homeless would do is assume having a volunteer's name would make them care especially for that person, and then they could get to go through the line again. It was the volunteers in the recreation room who could be more friendly with the street people—and that was after the meal.

"I'm Linda," she responded, somewhat tentatively. She waited for it to come, then, the request for extra rations. They'd been told it always would follow.

But it didn't. "The silverware. The kitchen. Should we be getting it back in there?" That smile again.

"Yes, yes, of course."

For the next fifteen minutes, Craig helped Linda set tables. They established a routine, a rhythm, with him placing the napkin, with a fork on it on the right side, while she placed the knife and spoon on the left. In short order, they'd caught up with the slack and the end of the line was in sight. They'd set enough place settings to take care of the rest. The doors to the dining room were shut, marking the end of the service.

When she heard the door shut, Linda's head snapped up.

"Shit," she exclaimed. "You were supposed to be seated some time ago. I'm sorry, and, oh fuck . . . I'm not supposed to."

"You're not supposed to do what?" Craig asked, his face showing his amusement.

"I'm not supposed to curse. I think it's rule number three in the volunteers' guide here."

"Well, I don't mind. I like an earthy woman."

"Oh, well," Linda said, blushing. "Let's get you something to eat. Sit down over here and I'll bring you a plate of food." She tugged on her T-shirt and smoothed down her skirt. She could tell that he was looking at her chest. She hadn't expected this. She hadn't expected serving a meal to the homeless would be at all like this. That she'd meet someone who was such a hunk, despite the poverty of his clothes and his obvious hunger, and so considerate. He was well spoken too and had learned manners. She wondered what unfortunate circumstances had landed him here. He seemed to be all of the things she'd wanted Kurt to be and that Kurt wasn't. Well, other than Kurt not being impoverished . . . and the hunk part. She couldn't deny Kurt was that—and that he was a good and filling lover when he wanted to be.

Thinking of Kurt and what he gave her when he was behaving had Linda looking down the line of Craig's torso from his trim but well-muscled chest, showing the nubs of his nipples through the tightly drawn material, down his flat belly, to the bulge in his jeans. There was a decided bulge there. She quickly looked up into Craig's face, blushing again because she may have been caught checking him out. He was smiling directly at her again.

"How about this place right here?" He asked. He looked like he was about to laugh.

"Oh, yes, of course. Right here is fine. I'll . . . I'll . . ." she was still looking at him, drinking him in but gesturing toward the kitchen with a wave of her hand ". . . go in the kitchen and get you some food."

When she entered the kitchen, she saw that Kurt had made the most of his time. He was sitting on a counter with his legs spread, and the blonde was standing between them and was playing with the hem of his precious Henley shirt. She was cooing, and Kurt had a hand on her waist. Linda knew that if there weren't a dozen people moving around the kitchen, working on cleaning the operation up, Kurt would be pulling the girl up on his lap and have that cock he was so proud of up inside her. And the woman, one of the sorority rush candidates probably would be loving it. That was Kurt. The campus stud. As long as what he was getting pleased him.

Linda gave him a dirty look, which he at least pretended not to see, scooped up an extra big helping of everything that was on offer, hit the swinging door hard with her butt, and propelled herself out into the dining room. She stopped on the other side of the door, set a smile on her face, and turned toward the dining room. He was sitting there at a now otherwise empty table, almost at the back of the room, looking like a lost puppy dog. As soon as he saw her, though, his face lit up.

She sat at the end of the table, right at his elbow, and talked to him while he ate. Afterward she wasn't sure what she was talking to him about, but her frustration—even her sexual frustration—must have come out loud and clear, because while they were talking, she felt his hand on her knee. And when she didn't react adversely to that, she felt the hand move in between her thighs and move up.

She was flushed and shuddering, but still she didn't stop him. She just turned a look of such want on him that he gave her a knowing smile and said, "Is there anywhere in this building that's private, darlin'?"

"You're supposed to go to the recreation room from here," she said nonsensically in a gaspy voice.

"I doubt it would be too private in the recreation room," he murmured. "Is that where you want me to go? Because, if it is, I will. I don't want to do anything you don't want to do. Do you want me to go to the recreation room?"

"No," she answered breathily. And when she answered that, his hand moved up to cover her mound through the material of her panties. He felt that she already was wet, and he gave a little laugh. It wasn't an evil laugh, she didn't think, or even a "gotcha one," which she knew so well from Kurt when he was trying to master her and get her to do what he wanted her to do with sex. It seemed to be a happy little laugh.




Homeless Louise



It felt so very good to be really clean, squeaky clean as her Mom used to say when she was a little girl. Louise could have stayed in the hot biting shower for hours and let the wonderful water stream over her body. It had been more than a week since she had last showered and had the opportunity to wash her short brown hair. It was a wonderful public service that the church shelter offered to the homeless. She wished that she came in to take advantage of it every day as it made her feel so much better about herself. She decided she was going to try and come much more often. As good as the water felt she knew that she needed to get out and make room for another person before she ran all of the limited hot water out of the tank.

As she toweled off another woman, who had the down cast look of the lost, took her place. She hoped that she did not look so forlorn and aimless to others who saw her. Louise helped herself to a clean pair of jeans and a sweatshirt styled top along with an almost new pair of jockey style underpants and tube socks from the stack of donated clothes that was piled there for them. She carried her old heavy blue hooded coat out into the dining area and saw her friend Albert talking with two older men that she did not know and had never seen before. Everyone was in an upbeat mood having availed themselves of the showers and getting clean clothes. She really wished that she and Albert were able to spend the night in the shelter but they were regular users of marijuana and could never pass the mandatory drug screening. If you could not satisfy the compulsory security rules and tests you could bathe and dine but not sleep on the premises. The rules were very strict on that matter.

Louise had graduated from high school the previous May in a small rural town in upstate Michigan. She had struggled for grades in high school so she had no prospects for college. It was a combination of not being the brightest person around combined with a very poor self-image and a total lack of direction and commitment to her studies. Instead of college she had gotten a dead end rotten job at the local Dairy Queen that she had absolutely hated from the very first day. A week after New Years she had finally had enough of her life and gathered up her few possessions and headed south. Her mother had died a dozen years before from breast cancer and her father was a perpetual drunk and really cared less about her than where he was going to get his next drink. She had spent her teenage years waiting on him hand and foot like some domestic slave, cleaning the house and doing all of the chores. He never laid a hand on her in anger or in lust and she was grateful for that but she felt she owed him less than nothing. When she told him that she was leaving he had wished her well and asked her to stay in touch. She wasn't really surprised by his reaction and it just convinced her all the more that she was doing the right thing. She had a few hundred dollars that she had saved up which was enough to get her a bus ticket and food money for a while until she could find something better.

Growing up, from the age of eight, without a mother's guidance she had developed into a tomboy at best. The girls at school made fun of her for her lack of femininity and the boys for the most part just plain ignored her. She stood five foot two and had more than a few extra pounds for her age. She wore a size twelve in everything. Her legs were stocky and she wore her hair chopped off around her neckline with no type of styling. Outside of a little lipstick and an occasional dab of perfume she did not ever use any type of cosmetics. In reality anyone who looked closely at her would have discovered that she was very definitely a female with her body maturing into being very well rounded in all of the right places. She had nice wide round hips a full but tight rear end and it took a solid DD cup bra, when she wore one, to capture and restrain her breasts. If she had known how to dress to her best advantage she would have turned many a man's eye as she was definitely blessed by nature with a body that was built for a real man's enjoyment and comfort.

Louise had met Albert in a park near the downtown area when she arrived in Atlanta on the Greyhound after an arduous tiring two-day trip. He befriended her and she felt some semblance of safety being with another person even though Albert was very slight of build and not at all imposing. Albert was in his late twenties and had been living in Georgia on the streets for more than a year and a half. He wasn't real specific about his past but he let on that he had had some mental or as he called them emotional problems, been in and out of rehab and had gotten far away from his meddlesome family. He was from somewhere out west but he never actually told her exactly where because he was paranoid about having his family learn where he was living. In the two weeks they had been together they had become friends and he had shown her around town. Unfortunately he stayed constantly on a drug high and his very existence was centered on getting the next joint or fix. Because it had seemed the thing for them to do they had clumsily made love on one occasion in a deserted building. It was an exercise that was mutually unfulfilling and succeeded only in breaking her hymen and at last taking her virginity. If that was all that sex was about she wondered about the big deal that everyone made about it.

When she joined them Albert introduced her to the two men he had been talking with whose names were Phil and Randy. Both of the men were in their mid forties and had the wet haired look of the rest of the recently showered. The men looked her over, smiled and seemed a little on edge.

"Good news Lou," Albert said. "These guys have a place not far from here where we can crash that's warm." He looked towards the two guys and they nodded acknowledgement. It was mid January and as moderate as the daytime temperatures might be in the south, at night the thermometer plunged to near freezing. There were posted warnings on the shelter doors alerting everyone that that night's weather forecast called for it to dip below freezing with the possibility of sleet, ice and some snow. She was not keen on being outdoors in that kind of frigid mess.

"Ok," she responded. "Works for me." It was already getting close to dark and getting colder by the moment.

The four of them went into the dining area and got trays of food and sat down together to eat at the tables that were sat up with folding chairs on either side. Albert sat next to her and the two older guys were across the table. The food was simple but wholesome consisting of some kind of meat and macaroni casserole, bread, a bowl of fruit cocktail and tea. The rule was that you could eat as much as you wanted but it was not permissible to leave anything on your plate, as that was wasteful.

They were all famished but found time while they ate to learn a little about each other. Phil and Randy were both ex-cons who had the well-developed arms and shoulders of men who had spent a lot of time in the prison yard working with the free weights. Both of the men were under six feet and around two hundred solid stocky pounds. They had short hair and tattoos on their forearms and necks. All in all they weren't bad looking guys though they were about the same age as her dad. They certainly did not look like the kind of guys you wanted to mess with or piss off in any way. They said that they preferred to live on the street rather than buy into some societal game where they had to always answer for their past in some sort of bullshit type of job. On the street people did not tend to judge you. She wondered about how long they had been out and about parole officers and such but was afraid to ask.

She notice that the two men spent a lot of time looking at her and few times whispered to each other and chuckled under their breaths. Once or twice she felt the solid leg of one or the other of them brush up against hers under the table and stay snug up against her until she moved away. 

It was getting closer to being totally dark so they decided to go ahead and leave the shelter. Louise and Albert followed Phil and Randy to an opening near Underground Atlanta that took them into the viaduct area next to the subway. They had to push aside some cut chain link fence and crawl under a barricaded opening to get to the dark musky passageway. Phil pulled out a flashlight and led them through a maze until they reached an area that was remote and seemed to be near the subway track lines. Occasionally you would hear the loud rumble of a passing train making the ground shake and tremble. Louise tried to keep her eyes straight ahead on Phil's back as she didn't want to see the mice and rats that she could hear scurrying around on the wet concrete. They walked for a very long time going at least a quarter of a mile underground.

They reached a place where Randy stopped and then climbed up into an opening that stood about four and a half feet off the ground. He reached back down to help pull Louise up while the other two men boosted her from below up into the opening. Phil's hands seemed to do more than simply lift her and roamed over her leg and rear end in the few seconds that he touched her. Inside it was pitch dark and had and eerily quite.

Randy struck a match and lit a candle revealing a concrete room that was approximately twelve feet wide by fourteen feet long. The other two guys climbed in to join them. The ceiling was only about four feet high so they had to sit or stoop. The only entrance or exit was through the hole they had entered which was in one corner. There were a few large pipes and some smaller ones that went through the room in one corner with access joints. Louise suspected that the pipes and openings were the reason for the room's existence. The floor and some of the walls were covered with multiple layers of discarded worn carpeting that had been dragged inside. There were also some pillows and a number of blankets that were piled in a corner of the room. They were worn and a little dirty but seemed to be dry and warm. There was a smell of mold but the candles were pleasantly scented and soon she did not notice the disagreeable odors.

Phil and Randy lit other candles and then pulled a box out of a hidden recess behind one of the pipes at the ceiling and opened it. Inside was a very substantial amount of marijuana along with the papers to roll joints.

"You guys weren't kidding," Albert gleefully chortled. "That's a lot of pot, where'd the hell you get it."

Randy snickered. "A dealer stashed it not far from here in the tunnels when the cops were on his tail and when he came back to get his stuff it was long gone." He laughed again. "Funny how that happened. The asshole went nuts and looked everywhere but had no idea what happened. Help yourself."

Albert didn't have to be asked twice and quickly rolled a very large joint that he lit from one of the candles and took a deep drag off of it before passing it to Louise. Phil and Randy both rolled their own joints and began to inhale in a more controlled and measured manner. The small confined space quickly filled with the sweet smelling smoky drug.

In very short order Albert nodded off and Louise covered him with one of the blankets. She kicked off her shoes and crawled up next to him. Phil blew out the candles and the small room got deathly black. The only sound was Albert's gentle snoring and the occasional regular almost violent rumbling as a subway train passed underground somewhere nearby. She heard Phil and Randy talking in whispered hushed tones.

She had found out that she was very sensitive to marijuana and her relaxation from the drug along with the absolute darkness quickly relaxed her. Louise felt as though she was floating in the absolute darkness and slowly began to fall asleep. She was awakened by the feeling of a strong hand snaking its way under her sweatshirt and on to her full warm unfettered left breast. She lay motionless and did not move or scream. She quickly figured that it could not be Albert's small hand and must be that of one of the other men. Gently the hand cupped her large soft tit and squeezed. Her nipple immediately hardened and the man allowed it to slip between two of his fingers and he rubbed it skillfully to a greater stiffness. Minutes passed while he gently massaged and kneaded her soft fat tit. She found it to be a very pleasant feeling and in her current drug induced state saw absolutely no reason to make him stop.

After a while, seeing that she was not objecting, he began to pinch her nipple and become quite a bit more aggressive in the way that he was squeezing her tit. Knowing that this was not a good thing Louise was determined to pull away from him but the combination of the effects from the large amount of pot that she had smoked and the tender skilled manipulation of her tit by the man were too enticing to make her resist and she continued to simply let him do what he wanted with her. It just felt too darned good to make him stop but it was an irreversible mistake.

She felt a movement below her and then hands reached up to her waist and unbuckled the clasp of her jeans and began to pull them down her hips. 

That was enough to shock her somewhat out of her stupor. "No," she said firmly but with a lack of conviction in her voice. 

She was on her back and the man who was now even more aggressively massaging her breast with his left hand had grabbed her left arm and was holding it firmly up and over her head. Her right arm was lying pinned under Albert's inert form and she was unable to pull it free.  The man at her feet was incredibly strong and easily pulled the snug jeans off of her hips, down her legs and off. 

Louise felt two hands begin to gently caress her legs from her calves to her full thighs. He rubbed her soft skin with strong fingers before reaching up and grasping the top of her underpants and pulling them easily down her legs and off of her feet.

"Please don't," she whimpered. 

Letting go of her tit while still holding her arm over her head the man at her side pulled her sweatshirt up over her breasts and she felt the delicious feeling of his lips taking her hardened nipple into his mouth and beginning to suck. As he sucked on her tit his left hand reached over and took her other generous mammary in his hand and began to gently kneed and massage it.

"Oh no, please stop right now, I mean it," she said in as terse a tone as she could. "Come on enough is enough let me go and I won't say anything to anyone." She felt the man at her feet push up between her thighs. His broad shoulders parted her legs and his strong hands pushed her soft full thighs firmly apart. She felt a wonderful sensation as his rough tongue licked over her quickly moistening salty wet pussy lips and then expertly flicked her rigid clit.

That was more than she could take and Louise screamed and twisted her body suddenly freeing her right arm and awakening Albert. She used her free arm to push down on the head of the man that was now making a feast of her cunt. She was surprised when Albert, having awakened and become aware of what was happening captured her free right arm in his hand and pulled it up over her head. She now had her arms held down firmly over her head and she was completely helpless.

"Relax," he whispered in her ear as she continued to struggle. "They gave us some great stuff and a place to stay, they just want to enjoy you some Louise. You'll enjoy it baby just relax. You're a girl and were built for this." 

Albert kissed her cheek and then her lips in a much more sensual manner than he ever had in the past. The three sets of lips now concentrating on kissing her lips, tits and pussy were generating sensations that she could no longer resist. She gave in to their ministrations and stopped fighting them. Louise moaned as a tongue burrowed its way into her sweet hot wet cunt and began to fuck her. Louise was nineteen and in her entire life she had had sex only the one disastrous time with Albert. At that very moment she was feeling sensations that she had only imagined and read about in books. Warmth spread throughout her and she arched her back and moaned as the first orgasm of her life took control of her sending electric like currents of ecstasy shooting to every nerve in her now trembling body.

"Man the bitch just came all over my face," It was Phil talking from between her thighs. "That is some sweet young pussy juice." He licked her again and smacked his lips. "It has been a long time since I had anything that good. I swear I could eat this cunt all night long. But I have something else in mind for it," he chuckled.

Louise felt him begin to pull up over her body. "She's ready to give all of us some good fucking fellows. But I'm first," She heard him bragging as he mounted her. She could feel his cock nuzzle into the cleft of her cunt and slide into her wet swollen vagina. He was much thicker and longer than Albert. Her legs were spread wide apart as he grabbed her by the hips and pulled himself tightly against her pubic bone. "My god she's hot and tight, it's like she's never been fucked before." He slowly pulled part of the way out of her before sliding even more deeply into her belly. Louise moaned, wiggled her broad rear and arched her back pulling him even deeper. She loved this new feeling tat had come over her and didn't care if he knew how badly she wanted him to fuck her.

Randy moved up next to her head and she felt his erection come to rest across her lips. It seemed to be even larger than Phil's. She had never sucked on a man's cock but found the prospect, under the circumstances, suddenly wildly exciting. She could smell a male muskiness from the shaft that throbbed with his every heartbeat. Louise reached her hand up and caressed the bar like rod bringing a moan from Randy. It seemed to be as broad and thick as her wrist. She parted her lips and let his penis enter between slightly between her lips. Impatiently the man reached down with his large strong hands and turned her head towards him so that he could man slide his cock even deeper into her mouth. He held her firmly by the back of her head as she sucked on him gently. She let her tongue explore the invading shaft while her lips circled and tightened on the shaft. She discovered that when her tongue hit certain spots that his cock would jerk and his entire body would tremble.

"This little girl has a real, real sweet mouth Phil," Randy said and then moaned. "My God that feels good she either has done this a lot before or she has some natural given talent." He began to fuck into her mouth causing his large hairy ball sack to slap into her cheek on every thrust. As his excitement built over the next few minutes he became more and more aggressive. Louise was suddenly afraid of suffocating and panicked. She reached out to push him back so he did not choke her. Unfortunately for her his desire and need had taken over. He was entirely too strong and there was no way that he would be denied his release. He grabbed her hair in his fingers and shoved his cock deep down her throat.

"Relax baby, just relax and breathe through your nose," he said in a shaky voice as his passion built and he neared orgasm. Louise tried to relax but she found that that just allowed him to drive his large cock even further down her tight throat. She started to gag and the reflex of her throat spasiming on his cock drove him over the edge and he began to shoot a huge load of his hot sweet sperm down her throat. She tried to swallow it but he had so much pent up spunk that it filled her mouth and spurted out her lips around his shaft. He fucked her mouth relentlessly until he was entirely spent and he began to soften.




Homeless Louise



"Man that was really something, it's been way too long since I came in a woman. I don't care what anyone in prison says there is no way a man can service you like a woman. Her mouth is yours junior if you want it, that is until I'm ready to use it again," he said as he finally pulled his now semi soft penis out of her mouth. Louise trembled with both fear and excitement knowing now for certain that the men were going to use her again and again through the night.

Albert needed no urging, the sounds that Louise had been making had been driving him crazy and he was anxious to get a piece of her for his own enjoyment and release. He pulled her head around to his side and pressed his cock into her mouth. Louise did not resist and almost hungrily began to suck on his very much smaller but equally rock hard erection.

During the entire time Phil had been steadily and persistently fucking her pussy causing her to have one growing orgasm after another. Each time a wave had come over her she felt her body react more and more intensely. Reaching down he pulled her knees up and pressed them tightly into her tummy. "I'm going to slide my dick right inside this girls womb and plant me a baby there, " he said as he drove hard and deep into her and picked up the pace of his rhythm.

Immediately Louise tensed and started to panic. His words brought the sensual passion and sensations that she was feeling for the first time to a new level of reality. These men were most certainly going to impregnate her and what would she do with a baby or how could she afford to get an abortion. She twisted and tried to pull away from them but there was no way she could move an inch and Phil misinterpreted her gyrations for her getting more excited from their fucking.

"This cunt is really getting into it guys, man she is one great fuck. Hell she's bucking and fucking me like the best New Orleans whore." He slammed himself into her soft yielding bottom and picked up his pace even more. His thrusts pushed him again and again up against her cervix causing exquisite pain like she never imagined.

Louise felt the biggest orgasm yet take control of her body and all at once she wanted them to impregnate her as much as they wanted to shoot their life making sperm into her fertile womb. She had seen how Phil reacted when she twisted and she began to move and rotate her hips to urge him on in his amorous sexual efforts. She found that when she tensed her previously unused inner muscles of her cunt that the man would groan and fuck her even harder. It excited her to have some type of control over what was happening to her and she began to tighten and squeeze her cuntal muscles on his invading prick milking him as he thrust into her belly.

His movements became more and more erratic and she heard him grunting and cussing as he pounded his body deep into hers. She felt his cock begin to jerk inside of her and he finally rammed it into the tender opening of her cervix, which sent a bolt of pain and pleasure throughout her body and a scream from her lips. She felt him anchored deep inside of her and then a warm flood of his sperm filled her. He pumped his hips and sprayed his hot life creating liquid into her womb as she fainted from the extreme never before felt pleasure.

She was not sure how long she was passed out but it was long enough for the men to have lit a candle and for Randy to have taken Phil's place between her thighs. Albert's cock was still in her mouth and she returned to sucking him as Randy's shaft slipped in and out of her sperm filled cunt.

"Man you really left a load in this bitch Phil. Roll her over guys and let me be the first to take her cherry ass."

Albert pulled out of her sucking lips and helped roll her onto her stomach. Once she was over he put his cock back near her lips and she greedily sucked him back into her mouth.

"This is one sweet rear," Randy said as he massaged her large tight cheeks. Phil's cum mixed with her juices had run into her crack and her asshole was coated with the slick substance as though it were covered in some store bought lubricating jell. 

He placed the large swollen purple head of his cock up against her sphincter. Louise did not object, she knew her purpose was to be used as the men desired, not matter what. Her cry of pain when the head of Randy's cock popped through the tight virgin muscle was muffled by Albert's penis in her mouth. The slippery juices allowed him to sink his shaft deep into her ass and he immediately began to rhythmically fuck.

"Talk about tight fellows, man she is squeezing the cum right out of my dick." Louise seductively wiggled her ass and Randy gave her a hard swat on her rear. "That a girl, you move that cute sweet ass and give me a good ride." He held her soft hips in his hands and started pumping vigorously into her. He knew that since he had already cum in her mouth that he was good to go for a nice long ride, there was no way that he would be cumming again inside her anytime soon. His balls smacked into her wet cunt and slapped her swollen clit each time he thrust into her sending mind numbing wonderful sensations throughout her body.  

Albert finally let go and began to spurt streams of his warm sperm into her mouth. She sucked it like candy and then licked his cock clean as he pulled away. Now with just the one man fucking her she heard herself moaning and crying out with pleasure as the pounding rhythm into her ass continued unabated.

"Swing her over on her side buddy," directed Phil. "I'm hard again and I need some more of this young bitch." Randy pulled her over on her left hip without ever allowing his cock to slip out. As soon as he adjusted his weight he picked up where he had left off with his deep thrusts into her ass. 

Phil snuggled up against her and began sucking on her tits and nipples. His cock had regained its complete hard erection and was pressed between his gut and her soft belly. He kissed up her neck and then began kissing her lips. He could taste the sweetness of the sperm and cum that had already been deposited in her mouth by Phil and Albert. It was a taste that he had grown to know and enjoy from his days in prison. 

By shifting his hips slightly he was able to slide his erection between her legs and into her wet slimy cunt. She was so wet that it took little effort for him to find where he wanted to be. He bucked forward and shoved his cock way deep into her cunt in one motion. He could feel Phil's cock stroking in and out of her ass very near where he was imbedded.

"Oh Jesus Christ that feels soooooo good!," the young girl squealed. She was pinned between the two strong older men who began a synchronized tempo with one pulling out while the other drove deep inside her belly and bowels. Phil began to kiss the back of her shoulders and the nape of her neck while Randy returned to massaging and pinching her large tits and nipples.

Louise had no idea where Albert had gone and could have cared less at that very moment, as she was being used and fucked in a manner that she had never dreamed of or suspected. In her entire life boys, much less men had not given her the time of day. She had never even been on a date or had a man pursue her sexually. She did not even think that one had ever turned around and given her a second look as she walked by. She had seen men do it numerous times to other girls and had on more than one occasion wished that it were her they were ogling. Now these two men were treating her like she was the sexiest woman in the Sport Illustrated Swim Suit Edition. Their comments and actions, not once, but over and over convinced her that they did in fact find her attractive and sexually desirable. For a woman who had never felt sensual at all this was way over the top, unexpected and extremely intoxicating.

The sensations and building orgasms were driving her absolutely insane. The marijuana and smells of cum and pussy were exhilarating to her and the men too were losing control and fucking her with a greater and greater intensity and vigor. Louise heard her moans turn to cries and then exhausted screams of passion, delight and pleas. She begged them to fuck her and use her anyway that they wanted. She wanted to do anything and everything possible to give these men what they desired and make them enjoy her and perhaps someday even love her. She twisted and turned between them, trying not to escape but somehow draw the pistoning shafts even deeper into her tortured hungry liberated passages. She clasped and tightened the muscles of her cunt and ass hoping to bring the men even greater pleasure. It worked and the kissing from the men turned to biting and chewing, they became unrestrained animals, which caused her enormous pain that she found exquisite.

Phil let loose first and drove his cock deep into her bowels as his hot cum shot into her ass. The feeling of his cock jerking almost up next to him triggered Randy who arched his back, growled and came inside her pussy with yet another heavy gush of sperm into her womb. Louise simply lay there and enjoyed the feeling of the cocks jerking and spasiming and the hot thick male liquid spewing inside her.

The three of them were totally physically spent after having fucked for more than two hours. The men pulled their softening penises out of her body and laid down next to her on either side. They pulled a couple of blankets up over their three naked bodies and they were all quickly in a very satisfied deep sleep.

At least three times during the long night one or the other of the two older men would awaken, mount her and quickly fuck her in the pussy until they came deep in her belly. She was so wet and lubricated that it was a simple matter of them parting her thighs and sinking into her hot slick cunt. Louise was in a semicomitose blissful exhausted sleep and while she was aware of the fact that one of the men had awakened and was screwing her she was unable to resist or respond. It was like a wonderful erotic dream that thankfully just wouldn't stop.



Homeless Man In My Locker Room



It's the start of another school year at Goodyear High School for me after a long summer of waitressing at the local ice cream shop. I've always wanted to be a cheerleader, ever since I was about 5 and went to my first football game in town and saw all the beautifully dressed girls doing acrobatics and waving their pomp-pons. My mom promised me, "One day, Naomi, you too will become a fantastic cheerleader." I tried to mimic them while sitting next to my daddy in the stands, but was never nearly as good. Now that I'm in high school, I've built up enough self-confidence (and my body has filled out my now, tight-fitting clothes) to try out for the cheerleading squad.

Jennifer, the captain, told everyone to show up at school the week before classes started in order to try out. So on Monday, I got up real early, put on my usual work-out clothes: my skin-tight, gray, lightweight cotton shorts, matching sports-bra and my white halter top, and had my daddy drop me off for practice on his way to work. He kissed me and wished me luck then drove off. I jogged over to where the other girls were standing and talking. They were talking in a hushed manner and glancing over to the locker room entrance at the side of the gym building where a dirty-looking, homeless man was picking through the garbage can. The girls were laughing and pointing at the poor vagrant's expense.

My friend, Laurie, was here trying out too. Up till now I've been envious of her early-developed body and long, dark brown hair. She hit a B-cup when she was only 13! The boys were always trying to ask her out and sneak a kiss after school. Today, I've more than caught up to her with my knockers barely contained in a 36-C bra. I finally convinced Mom to let me grow my hair long and now my blond locks cascade below my shoulders. I stole two of her boyfriends this past summer only to dump them days into the relationships cause they moved to fast.

Since I was the last to arrive, Jennifer started with some aerobics right away. She put on a tape and we all started jumping and kicking to the beat of the music. I began perspiring immediately in the warm, late summer sun and humidity. I glanced over at Laurie as she was removing her now-soaked tee-shirt revealing a see-through, white sports bra. To my embarrassment her dark, red nipples were stiff, probably from all the jumping around in those tight clothes. Her eyes finally met mine and I blushed as she realized that I was studying her chest.

The workout lasted for about an hour and then we were allowed to take a fifteen minute break. Laurie and I were the only ones who had to pee so we headed toward the locker room. Jen shouted at us to be wary of some homeless man who was prowling that area earlier. Street bum or not we had to pee really badly and we felt comfort in each other's company. We approached the entrance to the girl's locker room and saw a sack full of bottles and cans lying by the entrance. There was no sign of the bum, though, so we entered inside and made our way quickly to the small bathroom.

Inside the bathroom were a fly or two buzzing around and the usual bad smell of some girl not flushing the toilet. In the far stall the toilet was clogged with toilet paper and brown water...yuck. Laurie opened the first door and stepped inside, locking the door after her. I decided to wait until she finished; this stall was just too stinky to use. I peeked under the door and saw her feet wrapped in her white panties as the sound of streaming liquid hit the toilet. She finished with a few pats of paper and opened up. My turn at last. I stepped in and closed the door. I sat down and realized I had to go number two. Laurie said she'd wait for me back outside with the others because she was grossed out about being in the same room as me while I did my business. I told her to go on ahead, to give me a few minutes so I could splash some water on me, too, before we went out into the heat again. I heard her footsteps head back out the way we came and then the door shutting.

I locked the latch and started tugging at my soaked shorts. They were tight to begin with, revealing all my feminine curves; now that they were soaked, I struggled to pull them down. They inched their way down my thighs...finally to my knees and then my ankles. My panties, being soaked themselves, stuck to the inside of my shorts and were between my feet now, too. I decided that I might as well air them out while I'm sitting on the toitey and so proceeded to pull each sneaker-ed foot out of them. I stepped out one foot at a time, picked them up with only my thumb and forefinger and tossed them onto the stall door, hoping maybe they would dry out a little.

More relaxed, I sat down on the black seat and thought, nervously, about my chances of making the squad and actually becoming a cheerleader and also popular with all my peers, especially the boys. While brushing my hair back with my hand, I felt the warm pee spray out of my slit straight into the water below. It felt really good after having to hold it for half the workout. My golden bikini line was shaved and trimmed into a thin line of fur around my vagina lips and up above my little clit; this meant I could safely wear the spandex thong I bought for tryouts. I wish I had brought it with me, cause my shorts were soaking wet from only an hour of exercise. Just then, my ass yielded as a small poop spilled out. A second, then third dropped from my body to my satisfaction. I wiped clean, first my ass and then patted my pussy as dry as I could from all the perspiration. The knob was cold to the touch as I pulled it down, flushing all my waste away.

I stood up and looked at the door where my wet shorts and panties were and suddenly realized that they were missing! I held my breath in silence, trying to listen if Laurie, or someone else was playing a trick on me. I heard no giggling or movement outside the stall. My body broke out in goosebumps and a cold chill ran up my spine as I held myself. Maybe they fell off and I just can't see them. While shielding my muff with one hand, I slowly opened the door and got a look outside. Still no sign of anyone and also no sign of my bottoms. I scanned the floor all around...nothing but a couple of flies orbiting around the trash can. I shouted into the locker room area, pleading with them to give my shorts back, convinced that they were playing a prank on me. No one answered, giggled or moved for that matter. More goosebumps prompted me to wrap myself with both arms and push my legs together as best I could to cover up my girl parts while I tried to think.

My locker. My locker had extra clothes for after practice. It was on the far side, nearest to the showers. All I had to do was get to my locker and I would be fine. With bolstered confidence, I uncrossed my arms and legs and crept to the doorway of the bathroom, peeking around the corner. No one. I sprinted gracefully to my locker. Bending over, a bit consciously, because everything below my belly button was completely exposed. I fiddled with the combination lock; First try....failed, wrong number? Second try...'click'...it worked. I opened the door and there was my bag, crumpled on the bottom of the locker. I reached over the bench, to reach my bag when...I heard a cough behind me! I froze still, covered in goose bumps again. I was so scared that I couldn't move, not even blink! Then I heard a slow, low chuckle, then a couple more coughs. I could feel a man's eyes staring at my young genitalia, fully displayed in my bent-over position. Finally, I could move my head and turned it back to look behind my mostly-nude, bent-forward body at the filthy sight of the homeless man sitting on the bench across from mine with one hand inside his pants touching his crotch and the other holding a brown-bagged bottle.

I whispered in fear..."please...please don't hurt me". The bum took his gaze off of my ass to meet my eyes for the first time and actually looked sympathetic! "I...uh...I'm not gonna hurt you, Miss.", he replied. It was evident from his slurred speech that he must be mentally challenged. For whatever reason, this new knowledge put me at ease. I slowly turned around and sat on the bench, which I was, until now, bent over, having exposed my young crotch for this rather dirty-looking, semi-retarded stranger.

"You're very pretty.", next said the man.

Using my arms to hold myself again, my boobs squishing out both above and below my delicate arms, I replied, "Thank you.", then added naively, "how did you get in here...and what are you doing here?". He looked rather bashfully to the floor and shrugged his shoulders. I followed his gaze and noticed for the first time his penis sticking out of his wrinkled pants. I've never actually seen a penis this close before...it made me suddenly nervous...yet a bit excited. When I next looked up at him he was smiling again and his penis jumped to attention. Surprising myself, I whispered, "it's okay...I don't mind if you watch me get changed." Suddenly my young, budding body filled with warm energy. My crotch instantly heated up at least 20 degrees with my stiffening nipples now pushing out my tank-top. I was actually turned-on, like when I look at my favorite soap star's pictures in my magazine at home, except this time I felt a strong, carnal hunger.

My mind raced and I could hear my pulse in my ears as the hobo just looked at me with that simpleton smile of his. His eyes widened at the site of my stiffening nipples, which I now proudly pushed out a little by arching my back, while pretending to glance behind me into my locker. I caught the motion of his hand out of the corner of my eye as he began to beat himself off again. I turned my head to him, smiled and then giggled reassuringly at him as I spread my legs for a few seconds before standing up.

His head leaned back after the glimpse of my furry pinkness and he groaned, all the while pulling at his meat muscle. With my pulse still running high, I turned back toward my locker and bent over the bench, thus giving him a very satisfying view of my exposed labia and little clit. I could hear him clutching his cock even more vigorously now. I slowly unzipped my gym bag, giving him plenty of time to view my young ass, which has never been seen by a man since I was about 6, and began to pull out my change of clothes when an idea struck me. This idea also made my crotch feel very, very warm and I noticed a light trickle down my thigh.

Did the man do something bad, or was that actually from me?, I thought. I turned my head back and realized that he was still working his dick like crazy. Closer inspection of my thighs revealed tiny beads of my own juices, heading toward my knees. This revelation of my wetness now made me very hot...so did my new idea. I stood upright again and faced him on an angle so he could get the best view of my well-endowed titties, barely contained in my sports bra. My warm muff itched for attention, so I reached down and very quickly touched my slippery lips, to quiet my inner yearnings. His jaw dropped for a second and his hand stopped it's meat-pulling action. Seeing how touching myself got his attention, I nervously giggled and stroked back my blonde hair with my wet hand while pushing my legs together. My excitement renewed itself and I decided to present my idea.

"Would you like to help me shower?", I asked. My words echoed back from the shower room as he nodded his head. His expression was that of a cute puppy as he looked longingly at me. The warmth between my legs was overpowering and I knew I had to get into that shower before something would happen. At this time I looked down at my chest and took in the sight of my bulging titties in this tight tank top with my nipples so erect that I thought I could poke out someone's eye if I wasn't careful. I decided that this was the time to go for it and take off my shirt and so I proceeded to cross my arms and pull on each side of my top.

"C...Can I help you...Miss?", the man stuttered as I slowly pulled my tank up just under my nipples where it got stuck. Without regard for his probably grubby fingers, I replied, "Can you lift it in front? It's stuck". Unable to see much with my crossed arms in my way, I heard him rise from the bench now becoming wary again, in my mind, of his rather large penis. I felt and smelled him very close in front of me. My muff gushed with a radiant heat onto my thighs and I felt more trickles down my inner thighs. "Please help me.", I said, really wanting to get in the shower before something else should happen. He must have finally built up enough courage to attempt to help me with my top and stepped closer to me.

His soiled hands gently picked up the edge of my tank top, freeing my inch-long nipples. The back of his fingers were cool to the touch, and I could feel his nails rubbing inadvertently along the undersides of my breasts. They briefly touched each aroused nipple as my top was freed, causing me to let out a silent gasp. Without thought, I groaned, "Yesss...mmm...thank you."

"Welcome", the man replied, clearing his throat. With my arms still crossed, bent at the elbows in front of my face, I pulled my sweaty top off my shoulders and then out of my long hair. My tan lines were quite evident, the paleness around my nipples glowed a milky-white next to my sun-baked skin. Standing upright again, I shimmied the straps free of my arms and dangled my top from one hand and gave him a smile. Now fully exposed to this older, dirty-looking stranger, a feminine confidence now shone inside me. There was gratification in how much I could turn on this grown man with my nakedness; he was quite enraptured by my voluptuous breasts and young, shaven pussy. His dirty clothes and bad smell was in such contrast to my clean, although sweaty, bare body that thoughts of the shower returned. After standing before him a little longer, I turned a bit and bent back over the bench into my locker. I could feel the weight of my breasts pull me forward as I reached into my gym bag; my nipples ached too much.

I heard the bum start to beat off his meat again. He must have seen my wetness by now, judging by the sheer heat of my vagina and the many trickles down my inner thighs. Peering inside, I found the clean, soft, white towel which lay folded inside, exactly where my daddy said it would be. If only he knew what I was up to. I turned back around at the man and saw a peculiarly strange, almost strangled look on his face. He was sitting back on the opposite bench, his body leaning all the way back against the lockers there and was hyperventilating while furiously jerking off his now incredibly big, purple penis. "I...I...I'm going to explode!", the man gasped as he regulated the motion of his hand. I stood with my mouth agape at what I was witnessing. Thoughtlessly, I moved quickly toward him, got down on my knees and aimed my face in front of his massive, bum-cock. My own inner desires were too overpowering and at this moment I wanted nothing more than to be showered by sperm.

My prayers were answered as the man gasped for air and I saw the purple head of his dick open it's little mouth. With one hand behind my head, holding back my hair, and the other resting on his knee, I opened my mouth and waited only for a split-second before his hot, creamy seed shot me first in the forehead, and then into my awaiting mouth as I raised my head to meet his man-spray. I would never have imagined the excitement I felt at that moment, where a man was utterly vulnerable, as he spit his seed before me...onto me. He opened his eyes, leaned forward a bit and looked down at me as if for the first time in minutes, seemingly surprised at my naughty location, between his legs. He watched as his jizz shot creamy streaks onto my face and into my blonde hair. It seemed there was no end to his liquids as it continued to spray all over my face.

I freed my long, blonde hair and let him douse my whole head. My breasts were also covered from the goo as it dripped off my nose, lips and chin. The taste was unforgettable...warm, salty yet tasty. I caught as much as I could with my tongue as it squirt at me and dripped down my face. I had to swallow some of this bum's seed down into my tummy to satisfy my perverse, thirsty desires. Things quieted down a bit as his manhood grew limp; the last bit of juices leaking from it's little mouth. The sides of his cock were bright red from all his beating; so were his hands. Relief shone on his face as he leaned back again, his eyes closed, smiling to himself. I opened a sticky, goo-covered eye and wiped my face with my hands. I was indeed covered with globs of his sperm and definitely needed a shower.

I picked up my towel and wiped my eyes as clean as I could without dirtying my only towel too much. I took a mental note to do my own laundry tonight, lest my parents discover any evidence. The bum leaned forward and put his now-limp penis back into his pants, his breathing still a bit beleaguered. "Th...thank you. I...I've never seen a young girl like you without clothes on before.", the man slurred.

"Th...that felt g...good.", he finished. I wanted to say something nice in return but suddenly felt left out of the fun. My vagina and even my titties felt all warm and swollen. I rose, backing up a step away from his spread legs, taking notice of the little puddles of his goo on the tile floor. I also noticed a puddle of my own, right where I was kneeling. Bending forward to examine my lower self, I brushed my fingers across my inner thighs. Wet. I dipped a couple fingers into my muff and they came out smothered in my girl-juices. My nipples re-awakened and felt like they could grow even longer. My vagina begged for me to touch it, to please it. I looked up at the man, whipping my hair back out of my face, and saw him drinking from a long-necked, glass bottle. Lustful hunger burned like fire at my nether opening while I watched the hobo take several gulps of his cheap wine.

I licked my lips, finding only more of his cream to swallow and then stepped forward again, toward this trash-picking man. My bare feet stepped in his little puddles of goo as I reached out for his chin, nervously, with my right hand. I touched his dirty pants where his thigh was with my other hand and gave him a sultry look of young, feminine desire. He slowly pulled the bottle from his lips and set it on the bench next to him as I gained his full attention. I momentarily eyed the lengthy neck of the bottle; a phallus to me, an escape to him. Again, he had the look of young puppy-dog on his face as I lifted his chin with my hand, leaned forward and kissed his lips. I pushed my lips into his, not daring to tongue, but enjoying the male stubble against my soft face. As I kissed him, no sooner had I mentally imagined his hands on my breasts when exactly that happened. I leaned forward more and whispered, "...pleeese...", into his ear.

"Oh...m...my, M...Miss", was his only verbal response. His physical response was much greater and much more to my satisfaction. As I kissed his ear and then his cheek, continuing to whisper my desires, he gently palmed my hanging breasts with his grubby, roughly-textured hands and began to squeeze in a slow, pulsing rhythm. I licked his earlobe, and brushed my nose into his oily, dirty hair as he continued to fondle my untouched, 36-C, tan-lined titties. My virginal juices slowly meandered down my thighs, onto my calves and finally ticked my bare feet as his gentle palming turned into harder and harder groping. This bum's hands were surprisingly strong as he held my breasts firmly in his clutches. I straightened up so I could get a look at his face to see if he was indeed as excited as I thought him to be. His eyes were wide with excitement and his tongue moved back and forth across his mouth as he adjusted his grip on my boobs, now that I was standing again. His dirty-brown fingers dug into my pale, plump titties, squeezing them fully; I was sure to leave marks later.




Homeless Man In My Locker Room



"You're so pretty", the bum kept repeating as he palmed my young, rather large breasts.

"My nipples...", I whispered out loud in order to draw his hands' attention to my aching, pointing, pink nipples. His respiration picked up as he wasted no time squeezing my one-inchers with his thumb and forefinger. My head fell back, my eyes closed, as this foul-smelling bum was pinching my virgin titties. His fingers were very grubby, his nails long as he squeezed harder and harder. His hands were no longer enough. I supported my breasts with my hands and held them up for him. I wanted his mouth, teeth or no teeth, to absolutely suck on my tits. I took one more step forward, feeling more goo squish underfoot and pushed my left breast to his face, the nipple perfectly poked at his lips. He paused, then gave me a momentary look of understanding; or else queried whether or not it was okay to proceed.

"Suck it!", I hissed as I grabbed his head with two hands and pulled his mouth to my aching, hard nipple.

"Yes!", I gasped as he took my stiff nub into his warm, wet mouth and began to suck as I demanded. His tongue moved feverishly all over it as he tasted the whole length of my nipple and light-pink areola surrounding it. His breath reeked of wine which was all the more intoxicating for me. Any doubts about teeth were vanquished; I yanked my nipple from his yellowed-teeth because his biting was starting to hurt. He wouldn't let go and kept chewing; pain and pleasure intermixed in my mind but I didn't want him to hurt me. Finally, I leaned forward to his ear and whispered for him to let it go and sample my other breast. It worked and his head moved quickly to my other, large, cone-shaped breast. His wet mouth soaked my right titty right away as his tongue worked the length of that nipple too. His hands were on my hips, his grip tight on my petite waist, leaving little fingerprints on my delicate skin. I loved his hands. I loved his mouth. I wanted more.

Another idea struck me. It was past due for me to lose my virginity. It was now or never. My body was out of control; my juices streaming down my legs as my nipples begged for more and more chewing and sucking. My little opening convulsed. I imagined my pink lips pursed, waiting for something, anything to fill it's juicy void. The bum was using his hands on my breasts again, kneading them in his grubby fingers. My nipples were sore from his teeth and they reeked like the wine he was drinking just before I bade him to suck my tits. The wine bottle. That's what my virgin body begged for. It was perfect; I wouldn't get pregnant, but I would still have sex. I salivated at this thought. "Please ...", I started..."please". I couldn't get the courage to ask for that which I wanted most.

"W...what, M..Miss?", the bum stammered. My face flushed, I decided to whisper my request, my virginal nervousness, now teeming.

"Use the bottle on me", I whispered close to his ear. He paused, looked to his left and then reached for it. His facial expression was that of confusion as he held the bottle in front of him, unsure as to what to do next. Then, he smiled and made to pour its contents onto my chest. Quickly, I grabbed the neck with my hand, and stopped the pouring action. The coolness of the glass touched my breast...I could wait little more. "Use the bottle...in me", I whispered, again, close to his ear. I stood upright and looked for comprehension on this slow-minded hobo's face. He looked at the bottle, and then at my barely furry muff; he understood.

Another feeling of intense warmth filled my girl-area and more wetness trickled down my leg. My scent was strong, now his wino breath. He raised his brows; my cue to make my move. I turned around and stepped over to the other bench. Taking the white towel from the floor, I laid it onto the yellow wood in order to cushion it a bit. Then I sat down at the end of the bench, facing the showers, my knees wide apart. I leaned back, supported by my arms, ready to be deflowered. My boobs still ached from his handling of them; my nipples were as stiff as ever.

My long blond hair fell back onto my shoulder blades. I turned my head to him and motioned for him to come over. He licked his lips, a nervous reaction, and rose from his bench. His penis had grown again, but not to the extent that it had just before spraying me with his seed. This comforted me, because I didn't want him to use his manhood on me, just the glass bottle...safe sex. I lowered myself on the bench, now supported by my elbows, my lower back resting on the narrow piece of wood, my knees pulled back to spread my slender thighs and ultimately my vagina in an inviting manner. I've never felt more naked or exposed. My hair cascaded onto the bench behind me...I looked down at my slightly opened, pink slit and intended to watch this wino violate me with his bottle...still full of wine.

The dirty bum hesitated a moment, standing a couple steps away from my parted thighs and simply stared at the beautiful sight of my undeflowered pussy mouth and the soft curve of my ass, underneath it. He knew what to do, I was sure of it. "C'mon...before somebody comes in.", I pleaded. He looked me in the eye and proceeded to kneel between my parted legs as I had done earlier with him. His eyes shut as he inhaled deeply, no doubt enjoying the sweet scent of so fresh a pussy. My juices were overflowing, streaming out of my lips and over my smaller, anal opening. Holding my thighs back, I spread even wider for him, desiring the first plunge into my pink folds. He lowered the bottle toward my abdomen; wine poured out of it leaving a burgundy trail on it's path to my slit. The first thing I felt was the liquid itself, pouring all over my vagina and ass. The bottle's rim was next. It was cool, which felt good against the raging heat of my nether mouth.

My young hole, although feeling quite open and inviting, resisted the rim of the bottle, not wanting to take anything inside. A flash of nervousness washed over me. I suddenly felt uneasy as realization struck me as to what I was doing; and with a dirty bum no less! These thoughts were quickly dispersed as the rim, plus four inches of the bottle's neck, slid slowly into me, pushing into my maidenhood. I gasped a high-pitched groan as I was penetrated for the first time in my life. My nipples re-awakened, tingling with delightful pleasure. My vagina gripped the bottle's neck tightly, emitting waves of ecstasy all through my body. I looked down at the bum again, hoping he would give me more. His eyes were wide, like a child's on Christmas morning as he held the bottle in me, violating my pussy.

The bottle's contents continued to pour out, and into, my pussy. It filled my insides and it seemed as if I could take no more of it. Unable to hold it any longer, I squeezed my vaginal muscles and pushed the bottle from me. The liquid filling me burst like floodwaters and sprayed the sweating hobo all over his face causing me to giggle at this unexpected development. He began chuckling too and licked as much as he could off of his lips. "Do it again...and this time drink from me.", I said. He wasted no time re-inserting the bottle into my pink hole again spilling the contents into me. This time, I controlled myself a little better. I let him fill me up until I thought I could accept no more and then bid him to remove the bottle and put his stubbly face onto my young twat.

The stubble on his chin pricked my ass as he positioned his face up against my muff. "Here it comes!", I shouted with hoarse voice. I released the wine from within my womb and controlled it into a steady stream directly into the scruffy man's mouth. It hit his chin first, the liquid pouring down onto my ass and even getting into my other hole, filling me with more desire. He gulped down the wine, streaming out of my tight hole, as I did his seed. I can only imagine that he must have tasted my virginal juices along with the fermented grapes. It seemed like a half hour went by, when actually, it was probably only minutes until he finally finished drinking the whole bottle's worth of wine from between my spread legs. He leaned back, licking his lips as a dog would after dinner; that usual simpleton's smile on his stubbly face.

Now it was time. The bottle was now empty and I was ready to lose it to this street-bum and his sixteen-inch long, glass bottle. First, I wanted to change positions and take it from behind, like I've read in so many of my mommy's romance novels. I let go of my thighs and reached my hands up to him. He helped me up to my feet, which now rested in a puddle of spilt wine. I looked at him and raised my chin to kiss him one last time as a virgin. Turning around, I kept an eye on him as he watched me step over the bench, each leg on opposite sides, astride the bench, and lean forward so my big boobs rested on my forearms on the wooden bench. My ass, fully exposed, was now high in the air, my legs fully extended with my feet on the floor while my upper body rested on the bench. My head was tilted back, my long blonde hair, still sticky from all his sperm spread out onto my back.

With my eyes shut, I was now ready to be broken. He groaned...loudly. The sound of glass breaking sent alarm bells going off in my head as I realized he just dropped the bottle, but before I could do anything, he grabbed my narrow waist tightly with both hands and held me firmly in place. I couldn't move. His fingers dug deeply into my waist, bruising my delicate skin. "W...what are you doing?", I pleaded. I quickly found out. The head of his penis felt even bigger than I remembered it looked. He sloppily prodded me with it, missing my vagina and almost entered my ass.

"No...not there!", I pleaded, again. His fingers held more tightly onto my waist so I couldn't move no matter how hard I tried. All I could do was to hold on tight to the bench and hope he would be gentle with my virgin-tight hole. His second attempt hit its target, that being my slippery-wet pink vagina. His obscenely-large penis head stretched me so wide I thought I would black out from the pain. I moaned, very loudly, all the time biting my lower lip. He only got a few inches in me and so backed his mammoth bum-cock out and rammed it back in a second time. "Oww....ouch...", I stammered, my voice hoarse from the stinging his penis made in my pussy. "Please...please be gentle...don't hurt me!" The huge mushroom head, of his veiny stump of a cock, stabbed deep into my womb. I thought he come out my mouth, he was in so deep. He simply moaned delight to himself and continued to pull out his cock only to ram even more of it in on the return thrust.

The stinging gradually subsided with each violation of his cock into my pussy until pain relented to waves of pleasure. "Yes...oh yessssss!", I cried out, in ecstasy, as he impaled me with his huge ramming rod. My pussy was so tight around his shaft, I thought I could snap it in half if I wanted...especially when I came. Yes, I came several times while tightly gripping his cock with my pussy. This only served to further lubricate his red-hot cock from all the fucking-friction. The heat of his shaft against the walls of my vagina was orgasmic and I came again and again. I could feel my juices spray out of my hole, with little space for any other type of exit owing to the bum's massive cock still fucking me as I came.

His breathing was fast and hard as he worked my young passage. My boobs bounced back and forth violently as he rammed me, slapping into my tummy and chin. I thrashed my head side to side with each orgasm, looking behind me from time to time to watch him pump into me. It felt so good, I didn't want it to end, but then I heard a noise. It was someone's voice, calling my name from outside. "Uh oh...quick, my friend's coming! Stop and let me go!", I whispered loudly to him. The bum gave me a few more thrusts with his over-sized cock and then pulled out of me, catching the lip of his head on my outer lips before exiting completely. My sore lips convulsed; my vagina suddenly felt hopelessly empty. He still held me very tightly around my waist so I couldn't move, which made me wonder if I would be discovered by Laurie in this unbelievably awkward, utterly embarrassing position.

I felt just awful knowing that there was little I could do to prevent her from finding me not only naked, but covered in sperm, and wine, and, with some dirty, drunken street-person who has got me bent over and has, until just now, fucked me really hard, taking my virginity. It was at this moment that I realized the bum had no intentions of letting me go just yet. My friend called my name again, this time she was much closer to the locker room door, maybe 50 or so feet away. At this moment I felt a fingernail, then the warmer tip of a finger touch my ass. "No! What are you doing?", I whispered desperately. "Let me go!" He didn't.

His gritty digit forced its way into my tight ass hole until his whole finger was inside. He curled his finger inside me and felt around inside my ass. I clenched my eyes shut at the strange sensations his probing caused. My nipples came back to life again and my vagina ached with waves of warmness as he fingered my young butt. I knew what he wanted and there was nothing I could do to stop him. He was just too strong. I never imagined I would ever accept anything into my ass except maybe my doctor. The hobo pulled his dirty finger out of me, leaving a funny emptiness behind. This fleeting feeling was gone when I next felt his mammoth, mushroom-head poke at my littlest of openings. There was no use protesting, has was going to do what he wanted regardless of who discovered us. I squeezed my eyes shut, preparing for his manhood into my ass.

As before, when he violated my pussy, all I could do was to keep my grip on the wooden bench and await the inevitable thrusting. Again my name was called, this time from just outside the door to the locker room. I wished he would just hurry up and get off so that I would have time to sneak into the shower room before Laurie found me. I also didn't want him to hurt me. As if reading my mind, his huge cock pushed forcefully into my anal opening. I gritted my teeth at the pain of my little ass stretching so wide to accommodate his gross member. His hands gripped my waist so tightly as he entered me, I knew I would have bruises there for days. I shook my head from side to side with the onslaught of his repetitive pumping action into my virgin ass. My ass was so tight around his cock. I bit my lower lip as he fucked me relentlessly with his veiny pole.

My vagina convulsed some more as if expecting to be penetrated as well. My breasts started to heave back and forth, like before, with each powerful thrust the bum made into me. There must have been at least eight inches of his cock sliding in and out of my tight little ass hole, including the giant head which stretched me the most, each entrance and exit. The next sound I heard was the locker room door opening; the door creaked on its hinges.

"Naomi! Naomi? Are you still pooping in there?", queried my friend, Laurie. I held my breath, not wanting to give myself away, while this bum rammed his cock in my ass. I noticed that he quieted down too and steadied his forceful rhythm into my now-stretching, rear entrance. My body shook with each insertion. I heard Laurie's footsteps walk toward the bathroom, away from where we were. The hobo's hands, grasping my waist, pulled me back and forth onto his huge, inflated penis. I didn't think my ass could take much more pounding. My lower lip was hurting from biting it so hard and my breasts were starting to ache from slapping back and forth with his every, penetrating thrust.

"Naomi, where are you?", called out Laurie. I heard the stall doors in the bathroom open and close as she searched for me. The bum was panting now as he fucked my ass; sore from his relentless thrusting. His penis incredulously seemed to grow even bigger inside me. Impossible. I couldn't take it anymore...I needed relief. His thick shaft inflated further while it slid in and out of my puckering butt hole; he wasn't completely exiting anymore, sensing my discomfort at his size. His mushroom-head tickled me, deep inside; my anal lips stung from such inordinate stretching.

"Naomi? Where the hell are ya?", shouted Laurie, obviously becoming concerned. Laurie's footsteps sounded from the bathroom toward our direction, but the next locker row over. Tears welled up into my eyes both from my ass-fucking and also from the shame I knew I was going to feel, when Laurie would finally discover me and what I had been doing for the last half hour. I mentally prayed that the vagrant would finish quickly... quickly... please! Footsteps were coming closer and closer, now almost reaching this row of lockers. Don't let her find me like this!, I pleaded to myself. The bum's penis now grew one final time inside of me as it slid in and out of the tight, pink opening of my ass. I couldn't help myself and moaned, loudly.

"Naomi? Are you okay?", Laurie called. She was very near now and her footsteps quickened. Days later, when we had time to discuss the scene that day, when Laurie discovered me being ass fucked by some smelly, dirty street-bum, I was finally able to find out what had happened, exactly, after I passed out. Laurie told me that she grew worried because I was taking so much time in the bathroom after she left me there. She decided to come find me and thought to check the bathroom first. Calling my name provided no response and so she decided to search for me in the bathroom and locker room. She finally knew I was in the room when I moaned, from the back by the showers. She got scared and hurried toward my repetitive moaning until she rounded the end of the last section of lockers and stopped in her tracks.

She could not believe the scene which lay before her. I was being fucked, in my ass, my arms dangling loosely to the floor, my head cheek-down on the bench and my abdomen was being held up by this filthy-looking, trash-picker with his hands tightly grasping my small waist. His face was almost purple and his penis...it looked bigger than she could ever have imagined one could be, was inside me, going in and out of my ass hole. Laurie cupped a hand over her mouth and shrieked. At this, the bum's head shook side to side and his hips slammed into my ass one last time before pulling out all 8 inches. Globs of sperm were spitting forth from his grotesquely large penis head, all over my ass, on my back, in my hair, on the lockers... Laurie screamed again and shouted at him to get away from me.

He backed away, holding his penis, masturbating it until he was finished...the remainder of his seed weakly squirted the backs of my legs, then dripped to the tiled floor. My body came to rest on the bench and I didn't open my eyes for some time. The bum quickly gathered his clothes and ran off, leaving Laurie to care for me. I came to, after Laurie wiped my face with a wet towel. She cleaned much of the bum's sticky jizz off my face and helped me to the showers. I leaned on her as she soaped up my naked, trembling body, taking care of my sore, stiff nipples and well-used girl openings.

After I was cleaned up, Laurie helped me to the pay phone to call home for a ride. Lucky for me, my secret, the loss of my virginity in both my holes, is safe with my best friend, Laurie. She also admitted to me days later that, though she was shocked by the sight at the time, now she can't stop thinking about seeing that man fuck me. I look forward to being there with her, for her first time.



Homeless Toy



PART 1

Sandie walked along in a kind of daze; she wasn't really sure why she was here in this dark alley. It smelled of rotten fruit and bad meat, all mingled with the pungent, salty air of urine. In the dim light she could see that the lower part of the walls on either side of her were stained dark and wet from countless people who had relieved themselves. In her heart-of-hearts, though, she knew exactly why she was here, but she didn't want to admit it. Ever since she had decided to play out her fantasy for real, her twat had been wet. The thong she was wearing was probably soaked by now, the front panel folded in on itself and cut between her labia and as she walked. It rubbed against her clit and was maddening, having this stimulation and not having a man to take care of it. Still, the night was young. She knew that she had to do something quick or she would explode. Sandie had wandered a long way from the main street, and after several turns in the filthy maze of the darkest part of the city, she was thoroughly, completely lost and wasn't even sure how to return to civilization.

The smell of stale wine suddenly intruded on her senses and she stopped as her heart hammered away within her chest. In the dim light she could just make out a human figure. It was crouched amidst a huge pile of old rags, knees drawn up, head bowed, hand clutched around a fat brown paper bag with a twisted top. As her eyes adjusted to the almost non-existent light of this place, she could see it was a man. His matted, stringy hair hung heavy and limp over his face, and at first she thought he was asleep, but then he growled without looking up, 

"What's yer name, girl?" he croaked in a gravelly voice.

Sandie clutched her purse close to her chest and stepped back a little. She struggled to answer him, but no words would come out. He pushed himself upward, sliding up the filthy wall with his back against it. 

"I said," he leaned forward and raised his face to hers, "What's... yer... name!" His eyes were almost completely dark, but somehow held a fire within, and he had a stubbly growth of a week-old mangy beard. His hair hung past his cheeks, limply and filthy. He lifted the paper sack to his lips and tilted his head back. She was fascinated by the sight of his Adam's Apple as it pumped up and down, the gurgles told of a long pull on the bottle. He tottered toward her and pushed her roughly back against the dented, rusty garbage cans lining the alley. She stifled a startled cry as he pitched the sack towards the wall. There was a hollow ringing of breaking glass as the empty bottle disintegrated within the brown paper bag. He put one hand against the wall and leaned forward more until she was bent backward against the garbage cans, pinned against them, unable to move. His breath reeked of sour wine, and he suddenly grinned, showing yellow teeth with brown tobacco stains.

"Let's have a little fun, then, shall we?" he leaned over her and slobbered a wet, noisy kiss against her neck, mouthing it, gnawing at it, slurping his own spittle back into his mouth. In her ear he repeated, "What's yer NAME?!" He snatched her purse from her hands and flung it away into the semi-darkness of the alley.

"S-S-Sand-d-d-die." She stuttered.

"Well, S-S-Sandie," he mocked, "Let's see what we 'ave 'ere." He reached a tattered, fingerless gloved hand to deep vee of her neckline and gave it a quick tug. Her short dress was buttoned up the front, and his first pull sheared three or four of the large tortoise shell buttons off. She felt a sudden rush of cool air against her skin, which told her that her breasts had been mostly exposed.

"Ahhh, my girl, that's a sight for these ol' eyes!" Sandie hadn't put on a bra that night on purpose. A hot rush of blood flushed her cheeks because she wanted to be exposed like this, wanted this stranger to take advantage of her helplessness. In fact, she was a bit ashamed that she was so excited by it. Her breasts were fairly small, and her little pink nipples were now returning his lustful gaze like little eyes. He took hold of her dress with both hands and yanked apart again. Three or four more buttons clattered on the dark pavement and his hungry eyes took in the sight of her naked belly. He grunted and yanked hard again as her dress parted completely in two, hanging limply to either side. She steadied herself on the garbage can lids, her heart pounded, and her breathing came in ragged gasps. This was why she was down here in this part of town. 

"Yes!" she wanted to scream, "Rape me! Take me right here!" She surprised herself then as she heard her small, frightened, little-girl voice as it trembled a whispered "Please..." and trailed off.

He couldn't tell whether that was a plea, or an invitation, nor did he care. He roughly laid his hand flat on her stomach and pushed her tight against the cans whilst his other hand fumbled with his belt.

He dropped his grimy trousers to his ankles and pressed against her, forcing her legs apart. He wasn't wearing any underwear so she could feel his nasty, naked sausage pressing on the stretched panel of her thong and slithering between her thighs and up between her bum cheeks. His left hand encircled her throat and held her while his right hand groped and kneaded her small tits like biscuit dough. She was so frightened that she literally peed her knickers, and yet, she had never been so turned on in her life by rough treatment like this. When the tramp felt her hot piss on his exposed cock, he moaned loudly and she felt his cock twitch and start to rise. The only words he spoke were lustful grunts and the occasional "Oh, Yea!" as he bucked his hips toward her in little jerks and rubbed his cock along her vee. He grabbed her roughly by the shoulder then and spun her around. She almost lost her footing, but he grabbed her waist, steadied her, and slammed her down onto the clanging garbage cans. She felt the cold hard metal of the trash can lids press cruelly against her naked belly. His left hand pushed hard on her back, holding her down and he pulled hard on the thong and actually lifted her feet from the ground; the string of the thong cut painfully into her crack and split her labia. When she whimpered like a lost kitten, he just growled. 

"Shut up, bitch!" He said low and menacing.

He stripped the thong quickly downwards, leaving it cutting into her thighs and forcing her legs more together, constrained by the cords of her thong. Her hands outstretched to support herself against the filthy, slimy wall in front of her as his hands spread her ass cheeks and kneaded them roughly. She heard him spit and felt it land on her slit, running down across her little puckered asshole and on downward across her already slippery-wet pussy. She felt his blood-engorged dick head press against her slit, and then with a grunt, he penetrated her and slid all the way into her in one long continuous push. She cried out in pain as he split her, but he grinned and sighed, 

"Ahhh, my girl... it's been a long time for Ol' Jack, it has!" He waited a moment for her to get used to the invader, and slowly pulled out until only the bulbous helmet was still within her. She heard him spit again just before he rammed into her a second time, then a third, and forth, and eventually, having lubricated her enough, and had plenty from her own pussy juices, he began a pounding rhythm of fucking into her from behind, her pussy lips split cruelly by his rigid penis. The trash cans banged and clanged together as he drove into her from behind, both of his hands still on her bum cheeks, squeezing them, stretching them. She heard a rustling behind her and struggled to look back. She craned her neck to see, and thought that perhaps her eyes deceived her, but no, she clearly saw it. The pile of filthy rags he had been laying amongst began to shift and move, bubbling up until two heaps were formed. She realized with a start that this pile of rags was slowly solidifying into the figures of two more homeless tramps. They had been roused by the rhythmic clatter of the garbage cans caused by Jack's vigorous fucking of Sandie.