I didn’t know who I’d been fucked by today, he was just an anonymous cock pounding into me from behind, watching me squirm as he slid down into me..., taking what he wanted then leaving me to wipe myself clean. He’d even sent the image of what we’d done to my own brother, probably anonymously. And I didn’t care anymore, I just wanted to be used more, fucked harder. I loved the feeling of being a sexual toy for them, the openness of them looking at my body all day, leering at me, feeling my nipples. I had assumed girls were all sweetness and light.Wrong! The girls could be very vicious, especially if they thought thatyou were after their guy, or one they had picked out! Since I wasn't theleast bit interested in boys, I managed to stay out of that kind of mess.I simply went to school and kept a low profile. I made a few friends,mostly girls like me, the ones that were shy and a bit reserved. Sharon,who is my closest friend, showed me just how easy it was to get a guy todo what you wanted.. She saw me looking at her, probably with my mouth hanging open, she smiled and sorta of waved than drove off. I could not get her out of my mind, when I got home I jerked off thinking about her. Two nights later I was at the corner waiting for the light to change, the same car pulled up, as I stepped into the streets, she moved forward just a little, I stepped back she stopped, I stepped out, she moved forward. I stopped and waved her on, she smiled at me as she went by and this time she. "Oh, Anzu!" She had to wait a few seconds before she could speak again. "The first time your father stayed with me overnight, he got caught in the hall by my mother."She laughed some more, and I was worried she might fall down. "He spun in a circle, ran into a wall, ran across my bedroom, grabbing his pants without slowing down and LEAPING out my window buck naked."I was starting to giggle myself. Mom wiped her eyes. "The poor guy limped for two days, and that's how my parents found out I.