The clock in the church tower rang twelve and Carlo said slowly, “It’s time.”
“I know,” I said and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
“Be strong,” he said as I started walking across the street. Once I reached the other curb, I was in North Thirty territory.
Emmanuel met me as soon as I stepped up onto the sidewalk. “You won’t be needing this,” he said as he grabbed the front of my dress and ripped it from my body. He was surprised at how easily it pulled apart, but I wasn’t. I had spent over an hour last night with a seam ripper, weakening the seams so the dress would easily pull off my body.
He then grabbed for my panties. I hadn’t done anything to them because they were so light and wispy. Despite their fragile appearance, however, they withstood all his efforts to rip them from my body.
“Slide them down,” I said very softly and he pulled downward with his hand. The panties didn’t exactly slide off my body, but they did come down to my ankles. I stepped out of them before he could let go of them with his hand. I was now standing naked before the North Thirties and before the Knights who had gathered to watch from Knight territory. I knew that Momma and many of my family and friends were also watching from the roof of the apartment building a few blocks away. I heard a couple of gasps from the Knights who were seeing my naked body for the first time. I wasn’t the little girl they thought I was. I had ample breasts and a more than ample rear end. I was a woman.
“Come with me,” Emmanuel ordered almost angrily and I walked slowly behind him. I sort of wished that he had told me to take off my shoes. I was wearing the highest heels I had. But it wasn’t because they were even higher than my fuck me red heels. They were the only ones that matched the yellow of the dress. He began walking faster and faster and I struggled to keep up with him. As I walked, I had to put my feet in line with one another to keep my balance. Using a model’s walk caused my hips to sway, but it was the only way I could keep up with him. As my body jiggled and bounced, I felt like a whore displaying her wares, but then I guess that is exactly what I was. I had set all of this up so that I would be used and punished by the North Thirties.
Once we stepped through the doors of the old school building, Emmanuel growled, “Leave the shoes at the door,” and walked down a hallway. I had to nearly run to keep up with him as he suddenly turned and slammed open a set of double doors.
It was the old gym. Thirty-five or forty or maybe even fifty or more young men in North Thirty’s colors sat on the low bleachers. There were an equal number of North Thirty girls with them. Since it was an elementary school gym, the floor was some sort of tile rather than wood, and there were different colored lines drawn across the floor to outline courts for basketball, volleyball, and who knows what else. He took me to the middle of the room and pointed to a large dot painted in the center of a large circle.
“On your knees,” he ordered and I dropped to my knees on the hard tile.
“We have decided that we will give back ten times for what was given us,” He said loudly and everyone sitting on the low bleachers cheered loudly. “And we will start by seeing how well Carlo’s little sister sucks cock.”
A group of men stood up and formed a line behind Emmanuel. “I’m first,” he said as he lowered the zipper on his jeans. He didn’t look that big, but it’s hard to tell when a prick is totally limp.
“It’s your job to make it stand up for you,” he said with a sneer. “Maybe if you look sexy while you do it, the others will be ready for you when you get to them.”
I took his flaccid penis into my mouth and began sucking on it like it was a piece of candy. I could feel it starting to stiffen and push over my tongue. As soon as I felt it touch the back of my throat, I knew that it was a mistake to take the whole thing into my mouth while it was soft. With my face pressed up against Emmanuel’s jeans and held tight there by his hands, there was no place for his growing cock to go but down my throat.
I had tried deep-throating my dildo, but it had always gagged me. Maybe that was because it was too hard, or maybe I was pushing it in wrong, or maybe I just wasn’t ready. In any case, I didn’t gag as I felt Emmanuel’s prick slide past the back of my tongue. I drew my head back a little and he let me. His prick slid up slightly on my tongue and I was able to grab a quick breath of air through my nose. Then he slid me back forward.
With the help of his hands pulling on my head, I was able to once again slide his prick down my throat. I pulled back again and grabbed a breath and he once again pulled me forward. It didn’t take long for us to get in sync. I was pulling back and breathing, he was pulling forward and forcing his prick down my throat. This wasn’t a blow job, I was being face-fucked.
As I tried to keep from suffocating, I could hear people hooting and jeering. “Look at that,” one female voice cried out. “She’s dripping on the floor like a slut in heat.”
I was, and I knew it. I could hear Emmanuel starting to grunt loudly with each thrust into my face. Then I heard another woman call out, “Look at those ass cheeks quivering. She’s going to pop before he does.”
That was enough to take me over the top. I lost it and started ramming myself as hard as I could into Emmanuel’s crotch. He pulled out and spurted all over my face just as I screamed out in orgasm.
“That don’t look like punishment,” one of the North Thirty called out. “She’s liking it.”
“She won’t like it by the time we’re done with her,” Emmanuel said harshly. Then he called out “Next!”
As the next man was stepping up, Emmanuel leaned down and said in a loud whisper, “You’d better give him as good a ride as you gave me or I will have the girls paddle your ass while you are doing it.
I felt like saying, “Please do it,” but I figured I better concentrate on getting through everything that they had already planned for me.
The next man’s cock was already half-stiff as he pulled it out of his jeans. I didn’t think I could survive ten face-fuckings, so I immediately pulled the tip of his shaft into my mouth and started tonguing it. He must have really been turned on watching me and Emmanuel because he popped in less than a minute. I swallowed some of it, but he pulled back and pumped most of it over my face.
The next guy didn’t pop nearly as quickly. I had to practically lick all of his cock and balls before he even got really stiff. Then I had to suck and tongue and use my fingers to stroke his shaft for several minutes before he finally started spurting. I really tried to swallow it, but Emmanuel shouted out, “On her face!” and he pulled out and added to the heavy layer of goo already covering my face.
The next guy didn’t even let me suck him. He just stood in front of me and jacked off until he spurted long, sticky streams of cum into my face and hair. I sort of lost track after that. From what Emmanuel said, there were supposed to be ten, but I thought that there were only eight after him. It was hard to tell because I had cum running into my eyes and I kept breathing it up into my nose. It must have been ten, though, because Emmanuel shouted, “On your back, whore!”