Walter Collins - Juicy young piece

All four girls had passed out by the time they crossed the finish line and were tossed aside. The boys caught their breath and turned their attention back to the three of us. There were thirty of them. They lined up at one end and started down the line. My first attacker was the boy with the twelve-inch cock. He didn't go for my pussy. Instead he drove his dry cock between my asscheeks and into my asshole.

My mouth flew open and I screamed as he pushed deep into my bowels. My asshole burned and ached as if my rectum had never had a cock in it before. It was worse than when I'd been a virgin. His cock was so big and dry that it tore and pulled the sensitive ring, instead of stretching it. He didn't give the pain a chance to die away either. He just shoved in harder and harder, faster and faster. It took a couple of minutes before his meat became slick enough to move in and out without burning my sensitive asshole. Those two minutes seemed like an eternity. My muscles tensed so hard they locked for a few minutes. That just added to the bruising agony of the fiery torture.

I felt every stroke-every inch of his cock. There was no let up. He put a lot of his weight across my back as he jammed in and lifted. He was trying to hurt me as much as he could. The weight of his body drove the rail I was dangling across into my belly. After fifteen minutes of the painful humiliation I felt his cock start to swell. Then he was giving me a cum enema. He stepped away, wiping his shitty cock off on my long hair.

The next one drove into my cunt. His erection pushed past the cuntlips and into my cunt-hole. It wasn't as bad as the one which had just fucked my ass. I found it almost welcome by comparison. The boy shoved back and forth in heated excitement. He poked my tender cunt-walls. He ran his meat in and out. He ran it up and down. He drilled into me at odd angles until he finally dumped his load. As he pulled out, his cum joined the trail of jism already dripping from my asshole.

Man after man took me. I didn't grow numb for a long time, but just lay across the rail feeling every stroke of their brutality, every inch of their cocks. The last thing I remember was listening to Trinket, who was hanging next to me, babbling insanely and calling for her father.

I remember bits and pieces of the ride in an ambulance to the hospital. Then I guess they put me under with some pretty heavy medication because I slept for what seemed like an eternity. The story made it big in the papers and things started popping even while I slept.

The first visitor I remember seeing was Officer Bob Brandt, who visited me for a few minutes, brought flowers, asked for a date, and has been back many times since then.

My second visitor was Mrs. Johnson who brought my money and got me to promise to keep my mouth shut about her operation. The third visitors, all in the same day, were my parents. They'd been through as much hell as I had and it showed. I don't know how much they've changed but it appears a lot. They even met and liked Hitler. I don't know if I'll go home when I get out or what. After all, I have some money now and a date with a cute cop.

What would you do?