And answers sorely given

He came. Stacy felt the throbbing heave of it within her bowels. Felt the hot splash of another man’s seed sloshing into her darkest crevices. She had now been baptised in every hole she owned, given out every virginity she could grant… and taken that of three friends in exchange. She was a Sodomite, in every glorious, biblical and lurid sense. And... as she felt her latest sordid triumph drip free from the man who’d given it to her: She looked up at the screen ahead and understood.

He hadn’t given HER anything… or rather she had just been the surrogate receptacle for him. Terry pushed her up against the wall, panting from his exertions and still buried deep in her clenching rectum. Yet his eyes were still locked with another’s… the great grey, blue ones shimmering on the silver screen. Stacy suddenly felt like the third wheel in an evening for two… only it was her sphincter currently gasping around the climax. Still… she did not blame him. Life was tough enough without certain extra uncertainties… She’d set out along this path determined to make herself a haven for those who needed it. That was always how she’d justified her own excesses. How could she complain now?

She waited until he was ready to pull himself free. Though the removal of that injection causing her legs to suddenly tremble and give out. Stacy collapsed to the floor in a heap of all angles. The cool linoleum offering some measure of comfort to her stinging rear entrance. It would seem the adrenaline and dopamine rushing through her bloodstream had been hiding the brunt of her body’s reaction. Now that they were gone… she really DID feel violated. Delved into and battered throughout. Bruised up and down the places no sun could shine. That… would take some getting used to.

Terry finally looked down at her, in deep concern.

“Stacy?! Are you alright?!”

“Yeah… just a little sore… what with that being my first time and all…”

The older boy looked horrified. “What?! But I thought… Don’t you let Mark and Peter… All those pictures… All those times!”

“Not. In. That. Hole…” Stacy winced, finally finding the courage to sit up a bit. Did she have some vaseline and wetwipes in her bag? Even the thought was a little soothing.

Terry was devastated, he dropped to the floor himself, almost in fits of tears. He grabbed hold of her in a hideously sobbing, apologetic hug.

“Oh, I’m so, so, so, sorry Stace!! I just thought… I mean I knew it was… I just wanted…”

Stacy sighed. Really feeling like she should be the one in tears here… God boys weren’t very tough when it came to this kind of stuff… She decided the best thing to do was just to cut to the chase.

“You wanted to check whether you were gay or not by fucking the easiest girl you could find… right?”

That stopped him blubbering. The shocked young man backed out of her embrace, holding her at stunned arm’s length instead. She saw five thousand automatic denials cross his face in tangled confusion before the consensus that he probably owed HER the truth, if not just himself, won out. His voice sounded sheepish, like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar…

“I… Guess… Sorta… Yeah… Sorry!” He raised a hand to scratch nervously at the back of his head. Stacy chuckled at a habit she’d seen in his younger brother a thousand times.

“Well considering you could only get it up when watching the hollywood hunks running shirtless across the screen back there and imagining my back passage was theirs… I think you’ve got a definitive answer right there…”