The door behind her scraped on the concrete floor banging shut. Lisa spun around.

A tall youth of about 18 pressed his back to the door. "Shh!" he said, touching his index finger to his lips. "Don't get riled, hot stuff."

"Who are you?" Lisa said, her voice like a squeak. She would have screamed but her insides had gone soft. She'd never fainted, but she could tell that she was close to it now.

"New chick, huh?" he said, ignoring her question. "Nice fresh cunt. Bet you ain't never even fucked." He stretched, flexing his biceps like a muscleman. He wore nothing but dirty blue jeans like the two boys Lisa had seen from the bus. He was longhaired, muscular, brown, and his armpits were hairy. He scratched one muscular bare foot with the grubby toes of the other, then caressed his rippling abdomen with a thick, veiny hand. "Well, how about it, you ever been fucked?"

"Yes," Lisa said, leaning back against the stall frame for support. She shook all over.

"Shit!" The boy scratched his armpit. "Never had me a cherry to pop." He snapped his fingers. "On your knees, bitch!"

An uncontrolled scream whirled up out of Lisa's lungs.

The muscular boy was on her immediately. He grabbed a handful of her hair and flung her to the concrete.

"Shut up, Goddamn it! Shut your bitch mouth! Now get up on your knees before I kick your cunt in!"

Lisa struggled to her knees. Hot tears seared her checks. Inside, she was sobbing, but the sobs wouldn't come out. Her chest was ready to explode.

The boy unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock and balls. His cock was big, one of the biggest cocks Lisa had ever seen. It stood straight out from the boy's loins, dripping precum on Lisa's face. Lisa could feel the cock's heat, and she could smell it.