****** Boys Town Bitch by Darcksaint ******
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Boys Town Bitch


Our story takes place in a residential treatment center for juvenile males with
behavioral problems. This facility's purpose is primarily to take troubled kids
out of dangerous home situations and allow them to finish their education in a
safe and friendly environment, or so the brochure read. In reality it was a
home for boys who had nowhere else to go. Boys who had been in the system for
so long that the courts and every one else had pretty much given up hope for
them. So they were sent here until they turned eighteen and became the problem
of a different court system. As you can imagine a facility with such a dubious
reputation had difficulty in finding employees. In fact most of the staff was
composed of students from a nearby university looking for easy jobs or
internships in the human services field. Balinda was one such student.

A nineteen-year-old sophomore, Balinda was a sight to behold. With long, raven
black hair and pouty red lips, she filled out her 5'6" frame nicely. She was an
avid runner and took great pride in her appearance. She loved the attention she
got from her looks. Their was nothing she enjoyed better then to put on tight
clothes and strut around in front of men to see the longing in their faces.
Unfortunately, she also liked to do it in front of the boys. She would often
come to work wearing tight shorts and T-shirts and then make flirty gestures to
the boys. Her fellow workers had told her several times how inappropriate it
was, but she would only laugh and say, "They have to beat off to something."
Only the kids weren't laughing.

It happened one Saturday afternoon in early December. It was the weekend and as
usual they were short on staff. To make matters worse there had been a
snowstorm that day and even more people had called in. It had gotten so bad
that instead of the normal five staff per dorm, they only had two. Fortunately
for Balinda she was partnered with Guthrie. A six foot four inch football
player, weighing in at around 300 lbs, Guthrie was not someone you fucked with.
Knowing this Balinda went about her day without a care. Guthrie, noticing her
behavior warned her again of the danger she was putting herself in, but Balinda
only laughed at him. Guthrie just shook his head and went to talk with some of
the older kids.

It was three o'clock when the call came in. One of the other dorms had an
emergency and needed help to watch the others. Balinda offered to go, but
Guthrie told her not to worry, that he could handle it. With a slight smirk on
his face he got his coat and headed for the other dorm leaving Balinda alone
with twenty 16 and 17 year old boys.

It wasn't long until the boys began to realize what was going on, and when that
happened they began to whisper and plan as they congregated towards the lounge.
Balinda, still oblivious to just how bad a situation she was in, began to
suspect the boys were up to something and made her own way to the lounge. She
crept towards the door slowly trying to hear what was being discussed but with
all the conversations going on at once she couldn't quite make out what was
being said.

"This is ridiculous," she thought to herself, "I am the one in charge here.
I'll just go in and whatever they are talking about will stop as soon as they
know I am listening."

Balinda steadied herself, and charged into the room ready to show these little
twerps, once and for all who was really in charge. She got three steps and
froze at the sight in front of her. There in front of her stood all twenty of
her kids naked from the waist down. She stood dumbfounded, as she watched each
of them stroking their dicks staring at her with lustful eyes. Finally she
gained some control over her body and started to ease her way back out the door
when two sets of hands grabbed her on each arm. Balinda began to fight, kicking
and clawing frantically trying to break their grip and get away. But the
original hands were quickly joined by others as the group swarmed over her.

Balinda could feel all of their little hands on her body, some pinning her arms
and legs, while others began to prod her breasts through her clothes. She
screamed but was answered only by a punch to the side of the head. That left
her dazed and confused as she suddenly felt like she was floating. Then she
realized that she was being carried across the room. She soon found herself
lying pinned spread-eagle across a card table they used for board games.

One of the older boys had taken control of the mob and was issuing orders to
the others like a drill sergeant, but Balinda, in the state she was in,
couldn't make out what he was saying. She did however notice one of the other
boys make his way through the crowd holding a pair of scissors. She watched as
he crawled up between her legs and sat on her hips holding one of the scissor
blades just under her throat. He leaned in and said just loud enough to be
heard, "Time for you to make good on all your promises, bitch!" He then grabbed
the end of her T-shirt and began to cut it away.

It didn't take long for the shirt to be cut free followed quickly by her bra.
The leader then moved down to work on her pants leaving her chest bare and
exposed for the first time. A hushed awe fell across the room as the kids got a
glimpse of what they had been dreaming of for so long. Her breasts weren't
overly large, a C-cup at best, but they were round and firm and begged to be
touched. Balinda turned her head trying to hide her face in shame. She felt
helpless, being displayed like a piece of meat.

Just then a roar arose from around her as the leader stood over her, holding
her torn shorts and panties. Balinda was now totally exposed to the mob. Seeing
this she began to panic anew. Screaming "no" and begging them to stop she could
see the leader reach down between her thighs.

Balinda, liking to wear tight outfits had shaved to a fine slit that served to
only highlight her pink little pussy. The leader began to gently massage along
her slit, poking and prodding until she began to naturally lube herself. She
gasped in horror as her body began to betray her.

The leader then rose slightly and placed the head of his shaft at her opening.
Tears streaked down Belinda's face as she begged frantically for him to stop.
The leader paused for the briefest of seconds then drove his shaft in as far as
he could. Balinda cried out in horror as she felt him enter. He was much bigger
then she expected, at least 9", and he kept getting deeper with each thrust of
his pelvis. The boy continued pumping ever faster as he quickly reached his
climax. Balinda could feel his body become rigged as he jerked once then shot
his load deep into her.

He continued pumping until he had squirted every last drop of cum. He then
pushed himself off of her and stepped away from the table. He looked around the
room and called out next. A round of applause followed as the remaining youth
started taking numbers and lining up for their turn. Balinda scanned the room
looking from face to face but all she saw was Guthrie looking at her shaking
his head. She felt another climb on top of her and she braced herself. It was
going to be a very long night.