Ben-Gay! Just what I need. This is NOT a good day. Four pop quizzes out of six periods today. Practice runs late, and now some joker's put Ben Gay in my panties and bra. I'm going to absolutely KILL the bitch if I find out who it was. I'll just have to be careful where I sit on the bus I guess. Don't want some pervert getting an accidental peek of my bare pussy. It's not like I really need a bra.
I stuffed the reeking underwear in my backpack with the sweaty underwear from practice. I wasn't about to wear either set. Given a choice of cold clammy and stinking, or 'deep heating' of my nipples and pussy, I chose none of the above.
I put on my thin cotton blouse and plaid wrap-around skirt. By the time I had redone my pigtails, everyone else was gone. Shrugging on my backpack, I left the locker room and stepped into the warm spring night. I tugged the door to make sure it latched, just as I realized the activities bus was already leaving the parking lot.
Shit!!
There goes my ride and I just locked the door! The nearest phone now is what six blocks in the wrong direction? The 7-Eleven down on MLK and Fifth? Oh yeah, like I'm dumb enough to walk into
that
neighborhood after dark with no panties or bra. The Mall? There's a taxi stand there, and I can buy some new underwear while I'm there. I hope I've got enough money with me. I can hit the ATM machine at the Mall if I have to I guess.
I pulled my pigtails from under the pack straps and set off into the darkness. I headed for the Mall just over a mile away. Halfway there, the top button of my blouse went sailing into a thick hedge when I shifted the backpack to get some air to the sweaty spot on my back.
Damn cheap school uniform! It sure wasn't my giant heaving bosom that caused that. Damn near nineteen, and I still look like I'm twelve. A prepubescent twelve at that. It's like the Breast Fairy lost my address after his first visit when I was nine.
All of my peers were at least 160 cm tall, and the smallest of the other girls my age was an 88-cm B cup.
I'm stuck at mid-puberty at 132 cm and 22 Kg. That's 4'4" and 88 lbs. For the metrically challenged. I tell nosy people that my measurements are 60 cm cubed. Actually, I do have a bit of a figure. Not very much of one at 60 cm, 40 cm 50 cm. That's 24", 16", 20" if you prefer. Just enough that I don't get mistaken for a boy unless I want to be. Not that there's that many boys that sport long black pigtails that just brush their shoulders. In a pony tail or loose, my hair comes to the bottom of my ribcage in the back.
My long black hair and my nipples are the only 'grown up' things about me. I inherited both from my Thai mother, along with my small stature and near total absence of body hair. Dad calls us both 'Three Haired Doobers.' I have no idea what a 'Doober' is, but three is about right for the number of hairs below the neck. My nipples are like two grape gumdrops on scoops of butterscotch pudding.
I'm pretty sure the guy who took my cherry was kidding when he said they tasted like that too.
Thinking about the night that I lost my virginity was making me aroused. The thin cotton blouse rubbing on my bare nipples as I shifted the backpack again added to my arousal. My nipples came erect to make gumdrop-sized lumps in the thin white cotton of my blouse.
Damn these cheap blouses. What the hell do they put those buttons on with? Spit? I thought, as the second button from my blouse skittered out into the street. I might as well not be wearing a blouse. Between the sweat soaking my blouse and lost buttons, I look like third place in a two-person wet T-shirt contest.
Lost in self-pity, I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings like I should have been. It was my own fault that I suddenly found myself surrounded by four hulking shapes.
"Well, Well, what have we here?" The one directly in front of me sneered.
It was "Herman Munster" At least that's what everybody called him at school. I knew the other three must be "Lurch", "Frankenstein", and "Igor". They were always together. Unless he was out of sight behind me, "Renfrew" wasn't around. "Renfrew" was the smallest of Herman's clique. Nevertheless, even Renfrew would have made two of me.
"Grade school girls shouldn't be out after dark on their own. Maybe we should escort this little girl someplace safe." Herman leered at my inadequate chest. The nipples pushing into the thin cotton fascinated him.
I looked around at the others. It was obvious they'd been drinking, and my 'safety' wasn't on their minds. I could see the lights of the Mall parking lot only another hundred yard or so away.
"Let us carry that heavy pack for you little girl." Lurch dragged my backpack off, popping another button from my blouse in the process. The fourth button of my blouse proved stronger than the first three. My arms were effectively tied to my sides by the shoulders of the blouse as the backpack dragged them down to my elbows. Lurch's big hand in the middle of my back kept me from shrugging the blouse back into place.
"Hey! This little girl's very naughty. She ain't wearin' no panties"
From the voice, I assumed that it was Frankenstein's hand that was groping my bare ass. Whoever it was, brought another hand around to my front, and pulled my skirt up in front to show the others my naked childlike pussy.
I was blinded by the flash of a camera and heard the characteristic whine of a Polaroid ejecting a picture. It seemed Renfrew was there after all. He came closer and took another picture of me with my tiny tits and bare pussy exposed for all the world to see.
"Let's go some place where it's safe for a naughty little grade school girl to expose herself." Herman nodded to a nearby house. "We wouldn't want her to get arrested or maybe even raped right here in the street."
Closing in around me, he and his henchmen steered me into a nearby yard. It must have been where one of these hulking behemoths lived, because I was hustled inside a fairly nice house and down the basement stairs.
I didn't see who relieved me of my skirt and blouse. I was watching Herman peel his pants off to reveal a cock that was about 25 cm long, and five or six cm thick. Frankenstein concentrated on fingering my hairless pussy, while Lurch and Igor each sucked one of my gumdrop nipples.
I threw my head back and closed my eyes as my body responded to their rough ministrations. When Frankenstein roughly poked his big middle finger deep into my wet pussy, I couldn't stifle the moan it produced. The Flash/Whir of the Polaroid came again, as Renfrew took another picture.
Picking me up by my arms, the three hulks molesting me carried me over to where Herman sat in a straight-backed chair. They turned me facing away from him, and I felt a new hand part the crack of my tiny ass cheeks. I shuddered and screamed as a greasy finger slid into my tiny brown pucker. I forced my sphincter to loosen, so his crude invasion wouldn't damage me.
