Life as a good little girl/You wake up in the middle of the night, tormented by erotic dreams
From Create Your Own Story
There's a little alley at your school where two sections meet. Doors lead out of both sections, making it a place that students like to cut through. With the garbage pick-up being at the very end of the alley the janitors throw the recycling into that alley, and when the dumpster overflows - as it frequently does - they leave bags of garbage there too. Not too many students use it as a shortcut anymore because the tougher crowd of the school - if you could call any fourteen or under's that - tend to hang out there. You've even heard about particularly low-class sluts being fucked back there.
Today that's you. Leaned over a garbage bin a boy thrusts his dick in and out, as hard as he can. You moan and push back, loving the way that it feels, not feeling the in and out, just the pleasure.
"Me next."
"No, me."
"Just finish it up, man," other boys call out, and you realize there's a group. Mr. Smith, Mrs. Lopez come through the door, and you wonder if they'll join in or interfere. Instead they look like they expected it and walk through the other door, completely unconcerned. Then Tiffany walks out.
"I..." you start to say, but she just smiles.
"You're doing it wrong," she says, confusing you. "I always knew you were making up those stories. You always got the details wrong."
"What...?"
"You," she points to a boy. "Lie down so she can fuck you. And you," she points at another. "Fuck her asshole. She loves it in the ass more than anything. Except maybe sucking a dick that's just been in there," she giggles. The boys obediently drag her down like it's natural to take her orders, and you're face-up. Tiffany lifts her miniskirt, revealing what you've always dreamed of seeing, her pussy, shaved bare looking thoroughly wet. She brings it closer until she's smearing her juices all over your face.
"Lick me, you nasty slut. Show me how much you love me," she orders, and you comply, sticking your tongue out to try and invade her depths. She keeps moving, spreading her slimy spunk on every one of your young features, and then presses her asshole down on your tongue. "Yeah, do me there. It tastes so good to a whore like you, doesn't it?" she taunts, and you nod your head obediently, wanting her to scoot back so you can slurp away at her pussy. Finally she does...
And you wake up, the light above blinding you, and your hands rubbing something across your face. It takes a moment for you to realize it's your own juices.
"Ohhh..." you moan, wishing the dream had continued, feeling the yearning ache between your legs. An ache that also comes from your bladder.
Shielding your eyes you stumble to your feet, brain barely functioning well enough to get you into the hall. The bathroom door opens, revealing your older brother's room, and you vaguely remember something about moving, the bathroom being down the hall.
Closing the door you follow the notion and find the little room, even remembering to put the lid down so you don't sink your butt into cold water like you so frequently do. As your pee tinkles endlessly against the ceramic you doze a little.
"I always knew you were making up those stories. You always got the details wrong," you remember Tiffany saying, and you blearily wonder how you can fix that, short of actually fucking some guys. It occurs to you that you could find something to stick inside yourself until then.
Life as a good little girl/You stumble back to your room
Life as a good little girl/Following dream-Tiff's urgings you go in search of a cock substitute
