“Tell me what a bad girl you are,” he demanded. When she didn’t respond he ordered again, “tell me!” “I…I…I’m your little slut.” ...“Do you have boyfriends who fuck you in the ass?” he asked while beginning to thrust harder. “Sometimes, …” before she could finish he demanded, “Tell me about it bitch, tell me what a whore you are, tell me you like this big cock in your ass, scream you little slutbag.” The screaming was easy as it felt like he was now trying to pound the entire length up her ass.. So there we were sat against a wall at the far end of the school, well out the way of the teachers. ‘Go on then, show us.’ Maria and I looked at each other. ‘You first,’ I whispered. She looked up at the four 18 year olds from our class. I watched her pull her skirt up. ‘Okay, your turn Gina,’ William said. I looked at Maria and gulped a little. She nodded slowly trying to encourage me. I looked back at the four eager faces. Two of the boys I didn’t even like, but the thought of doing this. Before I could turn over and look, she was on me.She was all at once cold from the outdoors, and warm to the touch, sobbing tears and trying to console me.Shelby had run into my room and smothered me. She was crying much harder than I was.“Hey,” I said weakly. “It’s going to be OK.”She almost laughed, then pressed her lips to my cheek and held me.“I’m so sorry,” she sobbed, for me, for Mel and for herself. I knew she looked up to Mel, talking girly talk and getting fashion tips from time to. Laughing uproariously, Frank said, “If you can do that for clients you’ll be rich.” Ahmed agreed. They wanted her to start that night. Saying she needed a little time to think about it, she’d call back in a couple of hours. She found the idea thrilling but Ahmed was a problem, she thought he was a creep. While she felt she had no choice but to acquiesce to his unwanted touching it portended a problem; she didn’t want to have sex with him. Back on campus an hour or so later she decided not to.