Pam was out late at night for a thirteen year
old, and wandering to her home. If you could call a broken down
apartment with no amenities at all in the worst section of the
Lower East Side, a home.. It was summer and she was improperly
dressed even for a child. She had a dirty cotton dress that was
two sizes too small and totally unfit to cover her already large
breasts.
She was walking with her head down when two young punks were
suddenly standing in front of her. They began to taunt her and
one of them started to feel her tits. Before she could protest,
she felt a pulsation working around her thighs. She tried to get
away but one of the punks grabbed her by the back of the dress
and tore it off her back.
The dress fell to the alley leaving Pam standing there naked. The
guys got a load of her breasts and started to fondle them. The
bigger bastard forced her down to her knees and took out his fat
cock, waving it in her face. The next thing she knew he was
grabbing her roughly by the chin and forcing her to open her
mouth. He plunged his black grimy cock into her mouth. The thug
was fucking her face with a furious slamming as if he was trying
to put a hole in the back of her head. He immediately began
throbbing as a thick flood of semen filled her mouth and made her
gag. She swallowed as fast as she could just to be able to
breathe.
While this was going on the other scumbag was jerking off and
waiting for his turn. The first guy pulled out and was
immediately replaced by the second dirt bag. He was so overcome
that he barely got a few strokes in when he shot his load all
over her face. Pam was sobbing and scared shitless.
What the two guys didn't realize, was that she was not crying
because of the situation, but because her body was betraying her.
Although she was powerless to get out of the situation, what
worried her most was the feeling within her body. She was loving
this. The taste of their spunk thrilled her. She wanted more.
MUCH MORE. What the hell was wrong with her?
When the scumbags were done they both pissed on Pam's dress and
ran away after emptying their bladders. Pam could not recover
quick enough from all the mixed emotions building up within her.
She was disgusted with the forced sex, repulsed by the encounter
and yet could not understand why she was so close to having
orgasm after orgasm.
Pam put on the piss soaked dress and ran home as fast as her legs
would carry her. The shack was empty. No one else was around. The
same as usual, she had to fend for herself. After removing the
dress in the rundown dirty bathroom, Pam became aware of the
stench that filled the room. She realized that the room was as it
always was with a new smell permeating the already musty aroma
that filled the room like a molasses that could not be washed
away.
Pamela put her tattered dress to her nose and took a whiff. She
could smell the urine soaked rag with a pungency that she had
never experienced. God, she thought, why does this smell turn me
on. As if in a trance, Pam began to wring out her dress in the
dirty sink until there was no more liquid left in it.
The sink was 1/4 filled with this putrid urine. It didn't flow
down the drain, because the pipes were clogged. She stood there,
naked, staring at the piss. As if she was hypnotized, she put her
right hand to this cold piss and swished it around. All at once
she brought her fingered to her mouth and tasted the piss.
Without any warning whatsoever Her body was racked with a
convulsive orgasm that knocked her to her knees.
After the spasms subsided, Pam began to cry out loud with a deep
sobbing, guttural wail. She actually cried herself to sleep lying
on the dirty bathroom floor.
Somehow, she slept until daybreak. No one was there for her, the
same as usual. Pam awoke, and was reminded of last night by the
dress lying next to her. This time she had control of her
emotions and made sure that she would be prepared for any future
attacks. This would never happen to her again.
She also realized that she loved the feeling that stirred within
her as they made her come alive. Hell, she would gladly have done
everything willingly. But she would never forget those two
scumbags as long as she lived. She owed them a small debt of
gratitude for awakening her desires, and that evened up the score
for their wanton disregard of her feelings and safety.
Pam, stepped into the dirty, stained, bathtub. The best that
could be said for the tub was that it worked and the water was
hot. She washed herself carefully and dried off. When she went
into the dingy kitchen, she sat down at the table after finding a
stale roll and an unfinished can of beer in the fridge. She had
her breakfast without noticing it, but just mechanically eating
and drinking.
After she was done she put her hands in the middle of her lap.
She found that her fingers had a mind of their own and softly
found their way to her vagina. She began to respond as she
thought of the piss in the sink. Pam was startled to realize that
she wanted to taste the piss, very badly. She went into the
bathroom, looked into the sink and saw that there was only a
small puddle left. She put her fingers in and bringing them to
her lips was disappointed to find that the cold urine had no
taste at all. This simply was not a thrill.
Back to the kitchen, sitting down at the table, she was in
consternation at her feelings. She realized that her bladder was
bursting, as she had not yet relieved herself after awakening.
Her face lit up. She went to the counter and found the biggest
glass she could scrounge up. She sat back down and positioned the
glass under her cunt. She concentrated and soon a veritable
gusher of urine filled the glass in no time flat. She placed the
glass on the table as her urine continued to flow.
Pam pissed all over her legs and hands. All over the floor.
Everywhere. Her piss soaked hands began to fondle her breasts,
massaging the hot urine into each large globe with a combination
of tenderness and erotic frenzy. Her body began to experience
throbs of pleasure when she looked anew at the large glass of her
own urine sitting on the table beckoning.
Pam grabbed the glass in both hands and brought it under her
nose. She took a deep, deep breath inhaling the aroma. Her vagina
throbbed again to a mini climax. She brought the glass of piss to
her lips and stuck her tongue in. The salty taste was
overpowering. She savored it. Then for the first time in her
life, she actually took a large mouthful of urine until her
cheeks were exploding. The thrill of it brought her to another
climax, more intense then the last one.
Pam closed her eyes and made the decision to swallow her urine.
She swallowed the mouthful greedily. As the hot urine cascaded
into her belly, her loins exploded into the most intense orgasm
her young body had ever felt. As if her hands had a mind of their
own she poured the rest of her piss over her head and face. She
even kept her eyes open so that she could fell the salty waste
stinging her eyes. For the rest of the day, the young Pam
repeated these acts with every method she could think up.
As she replenished her bladder often by drinking whatever she
could find, she even began to notice the various and different
flavors that she produced. Pam lied her back on the floor and
practiced urinating directly into her own mouth. This drove her
batty with exhilaration.
Needless to say this private perversion carried Pam through the
early parts of her life, and were the only things that kept her
happy and gave her even a modicum of pleasure.
Then, of course, she had to take the bus.