Callie was called a slut

"There were a bunch of frat boys giving me grief. I saw as soon as the I got on the bus that it was going to be trouble. I went and stood in the middle of the bus again. There were four of them and as soon as they saw me, they wolf whistled and came from the back of the bus and sat next to me. There were a few other people on the bus, but apart from just stare they didn't do anything about it." Callie explained.

"They didn't ... do anything to you did they?"

"No, they never touched me really, but they kept on looking up my skirt and talking to me."

"What were they saying?" I asked

"They were calling me a slut, and saying they could see my pussy and how it was all wet. They were saying things like offering me a seat then grabbing their crotches and saying I could sit my pussy down onto a real dick, and things like that and were all laughing. They asked me how much I cost and asked whether I charged extra to go home with a man's spunk still dripping down my legs ... it was terrible James." Callie said.

Callie was managing not to cry, but I could tell she had been through a long journey and a long night.

"Bastards" I muttered.

"Luckily there were other people on the bus, otherwise I think they would probably have done more, but god knows what the other people on the bus thought. They would have heard every word. I just tried to ignore it all and hoped the bus would get here soon."

We hugged and went upstairs to Callie's room. She quickly undressed as I sat on the bed. As she bent down to pick up her towel, I caught a glimpse of her pussy bathed in the yellow glow of the desk lamp's light. Her pink pussy lips near her entrance had a thick white cream ... almost a froth clinging there. Her brown pubes were matter in a flaky white power which looked like dry sperm. Her pussy lips were still glistening wet, with sperm and teen juice still dribbling out of her pussy and down her thigh. In that instant I felt my cock twitch. This surprised me as the thought of anyone else with my girlfriend repulsed me. The thought that someone else had control over Callie and was making her do very very personal things essentially against her will made me mad. Yet at the same time the sight of an incredibly sexy girl naked with spunk dribbling out of her used pussy no matter if it was my girlfriend or just a picture of a random girl on the internet, was very arousing.

I shook the thought out of my head as I watched Callie disappear out of the door and down the hall to the bathroom. That night as I lie in bed next to Callie's warm body the arousing thought kept entering my mind again and again and every time it did, I felt my cock twitch. Each time I quickly tried to think of something else. Mrs. Brennerman's homework assignment, or baseball.

A few more days passed as normal, with Callie and I going to school and working afterwards. What was happening to us had already sunk in, and although Callie had been through a lot in the last weeks, she was able to begin to come to terms with the fact that it needed to be done until we could find a way out and with that, we were both much happier.

It did not really surprise me when I returned home and sitting on the porch was a large brown envelope addressed to me. I quickly went to my room and opened it. Immediately, a bunch of photos dropped out.