Leaving/Janet/Shower/Toy/Good girl

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You lean your torso forward, which has the effect of sticking your ass further up in the air. "That is, if you want me to be. But I don't think you do." You wiggle your ass seductively and spread your legs, making your voice as sexy as possible. "I think you'd rather I be a bad girl."

"Wow," one of the men says. "I think the little slut is begging to be fucked."

You wiggle your ass again. "What are you waiting for?"

"Oh, fine!" comes a growl. "Twist my arm, why don't you!" You hear a zipper being pulled down, then feel a thick, erect cock pushing into your hole. You shove your ass backwards, trying to get as much of it in as possible.

"Fuck me hard and deep," you hiss. "And you damn well better cum in me."

"Well, if you insist." The man begins moving his hips incredibly fast. You rock back and forth, trying to match his motions. If you hadn't just cum, your cock would have stiffened. You lose track of time, focusing on getting as much of him inside you as possible. When he squirts, you moan in pleasure.

"Next!" you pant.

"I don't want to have my buddy's cum touch my cock," growls a voice. "Luckily, I carry a condom at all times." You hear another zipper, then the sound of a condom being put on. Even with the sheath, having him inside feels good, and this time, having had a chance to recover, your cock does stiffen.

He presses you fully down, pushing your face into the bed. You turn your head so you can breathe. He gives you a good, hard reaming, and you feel your balls tighten up. He speeds up, and you manage to cum again.

BANG! BANG!

That sounded like a gun. You turn your head.

Your mother is standing in the doorway, with the revolver she uses for self-protection in her hands and smoking. Both men are dead. Your mom is a pretty sure shot.

"Thanks, Mom."

She unties your hands, and you get up and stagger to your bedroom, still in shock over the night's events. The police arrive about 20 minutes later and question you. No charges are filed, since your mom was within her rights to defend her property against an invasion. You sleep well, and wake the next morning.

You still have to decide what to do about telling your family that you're a girl.

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