Date: Mon, 23 Feb 2009 14:59:40 -0800 (PST)
From: jimi jones <jimiboygirl@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jimi's Secret Diary  Jimi's Rite of Spring - after the Spring Dance

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Directory: Jimi's Secret Diary

Jimi's Rite of Spring - after the Spring Dance - Part 3



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Part 3

shock! pure shock... to look up and be discovered this way by regina...her
face a mask of restless half-sleep, streaked mascara and smeary pink
lipstick...her pale blue party dress all wrinkled and disheveled from her
collapse earlier onto the nearest chair after consuming way too much
rum... she was only semi-conscious, it seemed, blinking at the sudden
brightness of the room she had stumbled into.

the boys and i were a frozen tableau of post-fellatio sexual
desire.... pants around ankles, underpants pulled down past knees....my
semen slicked cheeks and lips....eight sticky hands....three sticky dicks
joined together at their heads, cum-shiny and wet....my borrowed bra and
panties stained here and there....the crotch of the pretty pink panties
soaked with my own ejaculate.

of the group, only ken seemed to be in control. he quickly put down the
polaroid camera, and, placing an arm over regina's shoulder, wheeled her
out of the den of iniquity and unsteadily clumping down the hallway to a
nearby bedroom.

suddenly self-conscious and acting totally ashamed of being found out in
this grossly indecent pose, my new friends disengaged from me, averted
their eyes from each other's face, and wiped their mouths and faces with
sleeves and tissues in an effort to remove the tell-tale jizzy evidence of
this most grievous sin.

wow jimi. (was that a compliment...or a reproach?)

can't believe you did that to other dudes. (definite reproach)

you're such a friggin' homo. (that was mean)

etcetera.


nobody looked directly at me. five minutes previously i was the object of
their desire, but now i was the wicked temptress, the depraved whore, the
slut... the cock sucking panty wearing fag.

for long seconds nobody said anything, but only gathered up their clothing
and made themselves presentable again.

i stood alone where they only moments before we all had stood, in varying
stages of ejaculatory rapture. i was very aware of the fact that i was the
target and object of their teenaged lust, the surrogate for mary ellen,
lucy, and regina combined. they might tell themselves that what had
happened was my doing; that i had either 'started it' or had 'asked for it'
but that was only partly true and they knew it. they had weakened at the
foot of the tree of knowledge.... succumbing to their own needs for
gratification....they had tasted of the apple and liked it...

but their individual carnal lust had been witnessed by each boy present;
collectively they would deny me, spurn me, blame me.

i felt dirty, used, and horribly tricked.

when i left home for the dance, just five hours previously, i was a sexual
innocent. and now, in the space of just 90 minutes i had dressed up as a
girl for these boys, danced with them, cavorted with them, groped them and
been groped by them, masturbated them... i had kissed these boys, licked
these boys... and sucked their dicks, i had even buggered one of them with
my fingers... i had tasted their semen and licked their sweat, swallowed
what seemed like quarts of their thick hot sticky (and yummy) cum, but
surely it could not have been more than one or two ... (or six?) ounces....

these thoughts were interrupted by ken's sudden reentry into the den and
the slamming of the door behind him.

hey. i don't think she'll remember anything, he announced..loudly and
cheerfully. she's still way wasted.

then noticing that his three companions in sodomy had retreated to separate
corners...

what's up?

it's jimi, man. he's like a total faggot...  he's a fuckin' queer...  he's
a fuckin' cocksucker, is what he is....

whoa, whoa, said ken. not so fuckin fast. you guys sure dug it -- and i
have the photos to prove it.

here's one of you, rich, licking phil's cum off jimi's fingers... here's
one of you, arthur, with your hands wrapped around rich and phil's
dicks...and what's this?...hmmmm it looks a lot like arthur's and phil's
hands down the front and back of jimi's cummy panties...and what's
this...phil and arthur licking rich's cum-bubbly lips.... no, there's
plenty of 'homo' shit here buddy-boys...and it aint all coming from our
little girlfriend here. and that's a fact.

ken eyes me, takes three long steps toward me, drapes one big arm around my
neck, and pulls me in for a long, slow, hollywood kiss...

click whirrrrrrr.

and in a few minutes you guys will have a photo of me kissing jimi right on
the lips, cum smears and everything.

so, let's just all settle down and knock off the insults. shit. i was
starting to have fun!

are you having fun, jimi?

i shrugged a little , then nodded silently as ken slowly released me. his
fingers lifted my chin so he could see my eyes.

i couldnt see so well... my eyes were tear filled. i began to sob... like a
girl.

it's all right honey... its going to be okay. (his eyes were a little misty
too. alcohol? what?)

do you want to stay a while.... maybe spend the night.. with me?

I nod again.

to me: hey. why don't you call your folks and tell them you're okay. say
you're staying over with a FRIEND.

and to the others:...  you guys wanna stay or split? either way is fine
with us, right jimi?

more nods. nervous smiles. the circle joins together again. i feel warm
hands on my shoulders, pats on my back.

sorry man...  didn't mean to hurt you guy...  me too...

i thought that a little peck on the cheek may be going too far at this
point, so i just nodded again and stood there with my hands hanging,
clasped together across the front of my cum soaked underwear.

somebody clears a throat and changes the subject.

rich: so, what's with regina?

ken: she thinks she dreamed what she saw.

arthur: no shit?

phil: awesome!


i went to the kitchen and dialed my home number. Mom picked it up on the
first ring.

new friends, so important to make new friends, dear. yes of course it's
okay.

yes, he's nice, mother. all the boys are nice. I smiled at that comment.

i gave her ken's phone number from the dial and told her i would be home by
noon on saturday, in plenty of time to do my household chores (but thats
another story)


continued