Marys Sticky Day

Mary was an honest-to-goodness good soul. At the age of 19, she studied hard at college, with the goal of one day becoming a Social Worker. There was one problem though. Mary was very soft-spoken. She had a difficult time making her feelings known. Seeing this, some of the more rude boys at her college, and even some older faculty members, took advantage of her small, diminutive, beautiful body. They would slap her taut ass as she walked by. They would 'accidentally' brush across her small, firm B-cup breasts. They would use vulgar language around her, knowing it made her feel uncomfortable. The males at the college loved to make poor Mary squirm in shame. But the worst day of Mary's life was still yet to come.

Yesterday, one of the larger football players approached her in the hall. "What's up slut?" Roger grinned as he eyeballed the girl. She winced as he called her a slut.

"Oh...um...I'm actually...you shouldn't...I'm uh...not a slut..." He laughed cruelly at her stuttering response.

"I was wondering if you wanted to go to the homecoming ball with me. You know, you wear something that shows off those cute little titties of yours, I put on a nice suit, and then at the end of the night I fuck your ever-loving brains out." Mary whimpered softly at the man towered over her petite 5'2 frame.

"Oh...um...that's sweet Roger...but I wasn't going to go to the ball." Roger frowned, his eyes falling from her slight bust to her soft green eyes.

"Well slut, I guess you're going now." She shook her head 'no' and cleared her throat.

"No...I...I have to decline. It's sweet of you to think of me but I really can't do it. Sorry!" She shuffled off down the hall.

Mary sat at the breakfast table the next morning. Although the aggressive things he'd said to her really bothered her, she'd managed to put them out of her mind. Her father walked up beside her. "Good morning sweetheart. You look cute today." She smiled brightly at his compliment while he walked over to the sink and began to wash the pan he'd made bacon and eggs for the family with.

"Thank you, dad. I'm giving a presentation today in front of the faculty of the Social Work department. And I'm supposed to get my picture in the paper."

Her father chuckled. "That's wonderful dear." Her step brother Sam, another member of the football team, looked over her shoulder from behind her chair.

"Cute outfit sis." Her smile vanished, and she swallowed nervously. She hated her step brother. He creeped her out, always staring at her, and generally doing his best to barge in on her when she was in some state of undress. Whenever she complained to her father, he always laughed it off as a sibling privacy thing.

"Thanks Sam." He lowered his head so it rested on her shoulder.

"I heard you shot down Roger Thompson after he asked you out yesterday." His voice was now a whisper. He seemed to breathe in the scent of her neatly curled hair.

"I hope he's not too mad." She bit her lip as she spoke.

"He was mad enough to tell me to do THIS." He stood up and pulled her chair back. His cock was out and with a soft groan he blew a massive load of piping hot cum all over her breakfast.

She gasped. "DADDY! Sam just-" Her father interrupted her.

"Mary, you're going to miss the bus. Finish your breakfast." Tears glistened in her emerald eyes.

"But dad-." He father shot her a dirty look, not seeing her plate.

"Every bite, Mary!" Sam laughed cruelly.

"You heard the man, sis. Every. Single. Bite." She sniffled audibly as she picked up her fork. She impaled a bite of slimy eggs, covered in cock snot and brought them to her mouth. A bitter, salty taste filled her mouth as she struggled to swallow the mess of cum and eggs. The process repeated itself until she had eaten all of her eggs and all of her bacon. It was around then that her father turned around. She felt sick to her stomach, having eaten her step brother's baby batter. Something happened, though. There was a butterfly in her stomach. Her brother in law had used her. It always seemed like he did. And yet...she couldn't help but feel a little...turned on. She dismissed the thought.

"I need to get to the bus stop."

Her father smiled. "Have a good day!" As she picked up her book bag, she honestly couldn't imagine how her day could possibly get any worse. The butterflies in her stomach that she'd had due to her presentation were now mixed with her step brother's disgusting jizz.

She walked to the bus stop. The bus to her college was packed with other college students and people going to work. It seemed like every day someone was giving her ass a slap or a squeeze. She hoped they wouldn't today. She wore a white blouse with a black blazer over top. She also wore a black knee length skirt with pantyhose, ballet flats completed the outfit. She had spent nearly an hour curling her hair and putting on fresh faced makeup. As she climbed onto the bus she groaned. It was jam pack, wall to wall people. She muscled her way through the crowd, a few boys taking a liberty and squeezing her taut, firm ass. When they did, she would simply look at them and say "excuse me" and shove through. Finally, she found a spot with a little bit of space. She was stuffed into an area surrounded by men. As the bus moved, she happened to glance down at the seat in front of her. She immediately looked back up and pretended she hadn't noticed the boy there masturbating right in front of her. She couldn't believe it! His enormous cock was out and he was stroking it! She felt a hand graze against her ass again. She whimpered softly.

"Do you like what you see?" The boy reached out and casually stroked her knee with the outside of his fingers.

She pushed his hand away, her voice quiet. "No! You need to put that away. You can't do that on a bus."

The boy laughed. "Do what, slut? What can't I do on a bus?" She shook her head, still refusing to meet his eyes as he once again touched her leg.

"You know...touch yourself. Touch your..." She cleared her throat and whispered. "Your penis."

The boy gave a cruel laugh. "I love jacking off when I look at your face, Mary. You're such a beautiful woman...I think I might...oh man..." He groaned. "I think I might cum!"

Mary gasped. "No don't cum! You might get some on me! Stop it! Put your penis away!" He responded by rubbing his cock against Mary's skirt. He groaned loudly and blew a massive load all over Mary's skirt. Mary moaned. "Look what you did Tyler! It's everywhere! You made a mess all over my favorite skirt!"

He grinned and tugged on her pantyhose. "Why not take the skirt off? You're wearing pantyhose after all."

She shot him a dirty look. "If I took off my skirt, boys would see my underwear. Leave my tights alone. I don't want them to-" The sound off ripped tights filled the air. "TYLER! You ripped my tights!"

He laughed. "Sorry Mary, I didn't mean to. Want me to rip the other leg so it evens out?"

Another boy came up and pressed his hand to her butt, forcing it forward with her breasts pressing into another man. "You need to relax Mary." The boy said. "Why not give me a little kiss? That'll help calm you back down." He gave her a peck on the cheek, but she did her best to pull away, the peck on her cheek sending a certain warmth through her.

"What? No! I'm not going to kiss you. Girls are only supposed to kiss boys they're in love with."

He kissed her cheek again and nibbled her earlobe. "So? Don't you love me?" Again, she tried to pull away, but the train car was too full, and she had simply nowhere to go.

"Leave me alone please. I don't want to ki-" He that he pressed his lips to hers, forcing his tongue into her mouth. He tasted like gin and cigarettes. She had never kissed anyone in such a forceful manner. Realizing she could get away from the kiss she simply closed her eyes and accepted his tongue into the warm recesses of her mouth. For some reason, the kiss felt unreal. She couldn't help herself. A feeling of domination and control washed over her and she began to unconsciously return the kiss. After what felt like an eternity, he broke the kiss. She opened her eyes and wiped away a tear. "Why did you do that? I told you not to kiss me!" She gasped as he reached into her blazer and gave her breast a squeeze.

"You're a slut, Mary. And sluts don't get to choose who kisses them. I can kiss a slut any time I like." A tear streamed down her demure little face as the boy released her firm breast meat.

Mary had just enough room to turn and face the boy that had kissed her, and did so. Two boys and a businessman all had their dicks out and were stroking them. "What are you all doing!?" Her voice was shocked, surprised, and exasperated. There was a wave of groans and three more loads of cum sprang from cocks and saturated her now ruined skirt. "I have a presentation today! How am I supposed to talk in front of the entire Social Work department with...with...cum all over me!?" The boys laughed at her misfortune. Tyler, the first boy to jack off all over her skirt, produced a pair of scissors.

"I have an idea, Mary. It seems like most of the cum is all on the hem. It's such a long skirt. Let's shorten it a little bit."

Mary shook her head. "NO! TYLER NO!" Ignoring her please of protest, the boys grabbed her wrists and spun her around as Tyler snip, snip, snipped away at the skirt. When she walked on the bus, Mary's skirt was a little longer than finger tip length. Now it ended where her fingers met the palm of her hand, and in his haste to cut there were move holes and rips in her pantyhose. It should also be mentioned that the now shorter skirt was still COVERED in cum. "Oh Tyler! What did you do? My skirt is so little now! I don't like wearing revealing clothes."

She groaned as Tyler patted her butt gently. "You're welcome."

With that it was time to get off the bus. Mary walked into the bathroom and tried to clean the cum off her newly shortened skirt. She sighed. She was a mess. She tried to envision what she must look like to everyone in the college. Her torn up pantyhose, her short skirt covered in cum. Something about it was arousing her. It had to be. She couldn't explain why. Her first class of the morning was on the third floor. As she walked over to where the stairs where she swallowed, seeing around ten boys chatting at the bottom of the stairs. One boy spoke. "Hi Mary. You don't mind if we watch you go up the stairs in that tiny little skirt, do you?" She knew they would be able to look up her skirt and there was little she could do about it. The boy gave her a slap on the ass and she began walking up the stairs, her left hand desperately trying to pull down the skirt as her right hand held her books. She groaned softly as she began to hear the tell-tale clicking sound of pictures being taken by smart phones. She now pictured photos of her little purple panties all over the internet, being enjoyed by men she knew and that she was powerless to stop it. Again, she felt somehow turned on by it all. Were the boys right? Was she property? Did her body belong to them? No! She wasn't aroused. She couldn't be. She dismissed the thought.

She got to her first class through throngs of boys that wouldn't seem to stop touching her. One boy even reached up and gave her small breast a firm squeeze. She opened her mouth to object, of course, but with every boy she passed copping a feel of her small pert ass...well...it didn't seem like it would do much good. Once she walked into the classroom, her professor shot her a dirty look. "Mary" he said "I would like to know why your blouse buttons are open!" She gasped as she looked down and realized that the boy who had grabbed her breast also deftly opened the top two buttons of her blouse, exposing her beautiful neck line to the boys of the class. The boys grinned and muttered to one another. She thought she might burst into tears as she rebuttoned her blouse and took her seat. A boy whispered to her.

"Hey beautiful. Those are some nice legs you have there. What happened to your pantyhose?"

"Boys have been bullying me all day!" Her voice was a hiss under her breath. "I wish you guys would just leave me alone. I have a big presentation today and I want to look professional."

"You mean like a professional street walker?" He grinned as she gasped softly.

"Look...just...leave me alone."

She looked over at the boy and shot him a dirty look. But then suddenly, the boy on the other side of her that she was looked away from gave two quick snips with a pair of scissors and the top two buttons of her blouse fell uselessly to the floor. She shook her head.

"Tommy what are you doing? I have a presentation today! I need to look professional! I'm trying not to show my neck line!" He laughed cruelly, his hand gently stroking her outer thigh.

"Tell you what...I'll leave you and your blouse alone. But it's going to cost you two things." She groaned quietly.

"What?" Her voice was defeated.

"One more button. And a kiss."

"I'm not going to kiss you!"

"That's fine. But think how that blouse is going to look me when me and the boys have an entire hour to work on it." She sighed and resigned herself.

"Fine. One button. And a kiss on the cheek." She leaned across the aisle way between desks and tried to kiss him chastely on the cheek. He had other ideas. Taking her chin in his hand he pressed his lips to hers. He slid his tongue into her mouth and swirled it around her warm moist chasm. He found her tongue with his and rolled against hers. She returned the kiss. It was disgusting, but somehow she was enjoying it. She moaned softly into his mouth and by the time he let her go, she was damp. He handed her the scissors. A woman of her word, she cut off the third button of her blouse. Her cleavage was now very evident, as was the tops of the cups of her purple bra. She wiped a tear away. "I look like a slut."