Lobo asked me if I wanted to see where he hung out. I innocently figured it would be his home, or maybe their silly clubhouse. I had no clue. I felt special as he escorted me along the streets of my neighborhood. All others gave clearance to us. He walked like he owned everything around us. We had gone maybe eight to ten blocks, but I was still totally comfortable because this was still my neighborhood.
At a major street intersection, a ratty-looking vehicle pulled up alongside us. Guys I had never seen before were inside. Lobo ignored me and “gang-signed” some code or handshake with a couple guys in the front seat. The rear doors popped open, and I was invited in.
This next moment would change my life forever. My world would change, and the lives and futures of many others would come to be altered because of my foolishness here. To this day, I wish I had never set eyes upon Lobo. Every bit of common sense should have told me not to do it, but I did.
I got in.
The car lurched, and off we went. I was flanked by Lobo and squished against some other big, greasy guy with tattoos all up his neck. His arms, hands, and even fingers were covered. This guy never even smiled the whole time I was there. Maybe ten or fifteen minutes had passed when the guy driving pulled a u-turn right in the middle of a block. With tires squealing, we pivoted and pulled up in front of a two-story brick building. Gang symbols covered the crumbling walls. It looked junky out back, as though the residents had just tossed the garbage out the rear doors. My hands still shake even today, just describing that awful place.
We all piled out of the car and walked to the front of the building. Several sentries stood watch out front. I thought to myself, “As if this would be worth protecting.” Walking into that horrible place would change my life forever.
Recruitment into a gang was different for guys and girls. Young men would be groomed from an early age to do small tasks and rise in status as their roles changed. Girls had but one way in—fucking!
Being young and stupid, I figured I had this under control. Lobo wasn’t that bad-looking. If he wanted to get it on with me, I’d do that. I wasn’t a virgin anyway. A boy near my aunt’s house had taken that almost a year earlier. Besides, the status Lobo seemed to hold would at least give Momma, Carlos, and I a little protection from the other low-lifes hanging around. I figured it would be better for us if he was at least partial to me.
Some dirty, warm bottles of beer were handed to us as we climbed a narrow flight of steps up to the second floor. I was quietly rubbing the top portion of the bottle, trying to wipe any grime from where my lips would touch it. I didn’t want to offend any of them right away.
Upstairs, there were maybe fifteen to twenty guys hanging around. I was relieved to at least see a couple other girls there playing pool over by a bar. A cloud of tobacco smoke hung like a curtain across the ceiling. Lobo and I sat at a table and opened our beers. Some guy walked up and offered Lobo a hit from a joint. He accepted it and then passed it to me. I thought I should, just to be polite.
The buzz was almost immediate. It even made swallowing the beer possible. Lobo began talking, and I seemed to be paying attention, but I was more interested in the surroundings. So this was it. This was the big, bad lair. I took a second hit from something someone shoved in front of my face, and after that things got really fuzzy. Lobo was asking if I wanted to go to the lounge with him. I was feeling really dizzy at this point and figured maybe the chairs or a couch would be more comfortable.
I remember Lobo and I were going down stairs again, and then into a basement area. It was dimly lit and smelled of mold. I was thinking like a dumb ass, so this is where the secret meetings are held. I flopped down at the first open spot on a ratty couch. My legs were so wobbly that it felt good to sit. Lobo sat next to me. He offered another hit off something, but I refused it this time.
Lobo was complimenting my looks and the sharp way that I dress. I kind of figured he wanted sex. I could tell because we were completely alone, and he was acting very nervous. I started kissing him, and he responded awkwardly, trying to push his tongue into my mouth right away. The taste of stale beer was still very present, so I kind of cut it off there. He began pawing at my breasts, and I remember opening my blouse to expose myself. At this point, he really began trembling. “Timid little boy,” I thought to myself.
I was trying to loosen my pants, and I figured this wasn’t going to be the best fuck I would ever get. He seemed unsure and almost clueless about how to enter a girl. He lunged at me, poking his cock around like a horny dog. Finally, he got it right. I laid back and tried to enjoy his best effort.
He hurt! The dumbass hadn’t lubed up or anything. From some place he offers me another hit off a joint. I figured I might just need this, so I drew a drag and held it. I noticed he didn’t. I vaguely recall his effort because he didn’t seem to last that long. I do remember him grunting while his hands were pushing my breasts around. It wasn’t doing anything for me.
Suddenly, someone was trying to open my mouth and kiss me again. I closed my eyes this time. Then, I felt a cock being slapped against my breasts. A pair of hands began squeezing my breasts down really hard.
“Hey!” I said, “Not so rough.”
When I looked up, it wasn’t Lobo. The big guy from the car with all the tattoos was shirtless and slobbering all over my breasts. I tried to get up but was held down by yet another pair of hands. The tattoo guy straddled me. I looked down and saw his stiff cock pointing right at me. He started lining up his cock to fuck me, and I started to scream.
“Get the fuck off me!” I yelled.
Before the next words could even leave my mouth, a hand covered my face. Another hand began stroking my hair. Hands seemed to come from everywhere. The tattoo guy rams his cock up into me. It was so hard, I thought it was a steel bar. I squirmed all that I could, but he continued. He was pumping at me like he had never gotten laid in his life.
My whole body was being tossed about as the guy jerked at my hips. Now some shithead with a hard-on was trying to jam another cock into my mouth. Fingers pulled my mouth open just in time for a load of cum to land diagonally across my face. No sooner had one guy stepped away when another would launch a spray from the opposite direction.
The tattoo guy was now groaning and began spewing his filth into me. I wiggled to try to push him out, but I think this just added to his pleasure. I couldn’t breathe; I needed air. All I got was a constant rainstorm of cum. Droplets pelted my face and neck from all directions. I think the tattoo guy was now done, and instantly another guy jumped on me and started lining up his cock. That one hurt too. By now, I could feel the loads still inside of me being worked around. Cumshots continued splattering my body.
My breasts were becoming raw from all the pulling and twisting. “What in the hell were they trying to do?” I thought. “Rip them right off me!” One or two guys were over me, biting and pulling at my nipples. I could feel hot cum pooling on every spot on my body. More grunting followed, and another flood of cum spilled into me. I knew I had to be full by now. Cum had to be being pushed out of me at this point. I lost count of the cocks that entered me. My eyes burned from the biting sting of semen splattered about on my face. I was blinded. Each time I got a hand loose to rub out an eye, a new load would replace it.
One cock, then another, and they just kept at it. I couldn’t speak or scream out. Anytime I opened my mouth for a second, some dick would launch a spray into my throat. I had already choked on half a dozen already. Would it ever end? Surely everyone there had to have had their turn by now.
“Lobo?” I called. “Lobo, help me!” I cried.
“Lobo, you fucker, where the hell are you?” I screamed.
I was trying to maintain some sense of myself. I didn’t want to completely lose all control. I was completely covered in cum. The only good thing about this was that eventually no one seemed to want to touch or pull at me anymore. My breasts were incredibly sore from the bites, pinches, and constant pulling that they had endured.
Suddenly a pair of hands clenched my face, and through tears I could make out two girls. These were probably the ones I had seen earlier upstairs. They were trying to force my mouth open. The one got my lips apart and held my jaw down. Someone from behind pulled my hair back against the cushion, and the stupid bitches began spitting right into my mouth.
One, then the other spat huge gobs at me. Most entered my mouth, and the rest mixed with the tracks of semen on my face. They were scooping the remains of cum off me and scraping it off into my mouth. I gritted my jaw. I think they knew better than to get a finger near my teeth. I’d have bit their fingers right off if I could, and I think they knew that.
While they were doing this, I spotted Lobo across the room, standing with some of the others, laughing and just watching. They all had beers in their hands and were rubbing their crotches as the girls assaulted me.
My composure finally broke. I couldn’t stop crying. I was pissed and scared up until now, but I realized that this was all just entertainment for them. Lobo wasn’t going to offer me any protection or friendship. He just used me to supply the gang with a fun night. This was all for nothing. I went from rage to collapsing into fear. I guess they had finally gotten their fill of my shame. The girls released me and followed the guys upstairs.
Just as I thought it was over, a lone guy comes running down the stairs. I guess he had gotten there late. The others must have said I was all his. The look on his face as he approached me broke all the remaining strength that I had.
He had this look of revulsion on his face. I was a total mess—reddened skin matted with cum sickened him. I was not even fuckable. He looked at me for a couple moments but didn’t seem to be able to muster up a hard-on. I was weeping uncontrollably. I looked up at him and thought, “Really, you want some of this?”
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