wall opposite from me. Trying to compose myself, I forced myself to concentrate on the crudely scrawled messages.
They were all obscene, of course, further proof of what a down-at-the-heels, sleazy place the inner city had become. It seemed like everybody with a piece of chalk in their pocket or a can of spray paint had a dirty mind.
For some reason the item that eventually caught my attention was not a worded construction, but a drawing. Some amateur pornographer had recorded his impression of two people fucking. Needless to say, there were no faces – just a huge cock buried two-thirds of the way within a spread-legged pussy.
Considering my devastated state, I was abnormally attracted by the obscene drawing before me. Even after I'd stopped crying, I couldn't take my eyes off of it, and couldn't stop thinking about it.
The drawing seemed not just chalk lines but practically a reflection of the real thing. In fact, the cock actually seemed to be moving up and down in the cunt. I watched it and watched it as though I eventually expected cum to fly before my eyes, the way it had when I had watched myself in the mirror being fucked by the psychiatrist I had so depended upon to make me feel like something more than a piece of shit.
I was so absorbed that I didn't even hear the voice from the street until its owner walked into the alley. It was only when I heard the scuffling of footsteps through the rubble in the alley that I turned to my right and realized that I was not alone.
'Hey, lady,' a young sailor said, 'what're you hanging around here for?' The way he said it I suspected he had already drawn his own conclusions.
I didn't know what to say. I thought of just leaving, pushing past him and getting out on the street where there were a lot of other people and he wouldn't dare try anything funny with me.
However, when I took a step I abruptly froze. The wetness I felt when my thighs scraped together was so shocking that my determination dissolved. Like it or not, the dirty drawing on the wall had made my pussy soaking wet.
The sailor laughed when he saw me stop in my tracks, as though he knew the reason for it. An eerie feeling came over me that I was no longer in control of either the situation or myself.
'How much do you want for a blow-job?'
Realizing he thought I was hanging out in the alley because he thought I was a whore, I was speechless.
'I'll give you ten bucks if you cop my joint,' he said breezily. 'Five more if you swallow my cum.'
I started to back away. But when I did, I heard my cunt squish and I stopped. It was so loud the sailor couldn't help but hear it too.
'If your pussy's wet, I'll fuck you too,' he grinned. 'The way your box sounds maybe you ought to pay me.'
Then, as I stood transfixed, he began rapidly undoing the buttons on the fly of his uniform. All of a sudden I found myself gazing at a big, stiff prick, already drooling with a glob of cum.
Closing the space between us, he shoved the head of his cock into my stomach like a knife. Then, without warning, he delivered a karate-chop to the back of my neck. I fell to my knees like I'd been shot.
'Suck, baby, suck!' His boyishness turned to growling meanness. 'I'm not used to being teased by whores.'
When he raised my hand again, I feared my neck might be broken if I didn't cooperate. There seemed no choice but to do as he said. Obediently I closed my lips over his hard prick.
'Okay, bitch, that's better,' he rasped. 'Now take me all the way down to my nuts. Deep throat me or I'll leave you lying here like the rest of the trash in this alley.'
Fearing for my life, I began to fuck him with my mouth the way I had originally learned from the rapist. A stranger to cock-sucking until a few months ago, now I was able to take one all the way down my throat.
I tried to hate what I was doing, but factors beyond my control were conspiring against me.
Having involuntarily become horny before the sailor ever stepped into the alley, I was unable to restrain my runaway senses from responding with twitching excitement to over ten inches of male meat. A prisoner of my female reflexes, I couldn't help but suck his big cock in earnest.
By the time my lips were nibbling against his balls, the pussy juice was streaming down my thighs. My cunt was so wet it was as though my panties weren't even there. Glancing downward, I saw that the ground was getting damp from the constant dripping between my legs.
Because the sailor was young, perhaps not even out of his teens, he was as randy as a stallion. He was ready to come only seconds after his prick was hilted in my mouth.
Slamming his pelvis into my face, he shot his wad without further delay. The steaming ball of his molten cum hit my stomach like a meteor.
He was by far the youngest man I'd ever blown, and the taste of his jizz showed it. Much sweeter, thicker and voluminous than either the rapist's or Dr. Higgins', it broiled in the pit of my belly with the raw energy of youth.
When he pulled out, his cock was as hard as ever. I'd read about the capacity of young men to tirelessly perform, and now I was obviously going to get a first-hand demonstration.
'Are you ready to fuck me, baby?' he leered, proudly stroking his stiff, dripping tool.
At this point I felt utterly defeated. Totally intimidated by his sexual vigor; I nodded my head.
'Then get on your hands and knees,' he directed. 'I want to fuck you like you're a bitch in heat. The way the animals do it on the farm back home.'
When I hesitated, he pushed me down. Groveling on the filthy ground, I avoided his kicks only by raising myself to all fours and distracting him by pointing my ass in his face.
'That's better,' he said, leaning over to lift up my dress. 'Now spread your legs so I can get to your pussy.'
I could feel my twat burning like a huge sore as I parted my thighs. His fingers slipped under the crotch of my ruined panties and tore them away like tissue paper.
'Will you look at that!' he enthused. 'That's gotta be the hairiest, wettest pussy I've ever seen. No wonder you became a whore, with a snatch like that.'
Then he stopped talking and started fucking. His cock's aim was true and swift and soon the throbbing head seemed to be reaming out my womb.
While he screwed me from the rear, he clawed his hands under my torso and ripped my blouse and bra away. Seizing my drooping tits, he squeezed them like he was milking a cow back on that farm he'd mentioned. I was certain they'd be black and blue tomorrow.
His prick was sticking me so deeply that it seemed to engage a whole network of nerves devoted entirely to fucking. Just as my reflexes made my knee jerk when it was hit, I now began to automatically wiggle my ass. An orgasm was starting to uncontrollably build at the crux of my being.
'Boy, you really wanted it, didn't you?' he panted, as he pounded away. 'I've never been with a whore who needed to fuck so bad.'
There was no way I could deny the truth of what he said. I began to accept the fact that my subconscious must have lured me into the alley, knowing that eventually some man would assume my body was for hire.
Even the part about me being a prostitute seemed pointless for me to defend myself against. After all, wasn't I acting just like one?
'Fuck me, fuck me,' I gasped. 'Fuck me harder… harder. Make me earn my money.'
There was no doubt that he intended to. His cock was screwing me to the hilt, his balls churning hotly against my clit because of the upside-down position of my body. My pussy was being stimulated to the maximum, both inside and out.
Still, I was greedy for more. In having sex with this anonymous sailor, I felt I was proving something to all the people who had used me and then rejected me lately.
The rapist, those two cops, my husband, Dr. Higgins – they'd all taken advantage of me. Then they'd abandoned me once I was no longer of any use to them.
Even Ann in her own way had been an offender. In the final analysis, she had put her own needs before mine and left me.
But in the alley with this teenage sailor I felt like I was in charge. I had something he wanted and he had to
