I used to hang out with boys because there were hardly any girls in my neighborhood. I didn't mind it because I liked sports rather than talking about make up, clothes and doing boring girly stuff. One day they asked me if I wanted to do some coke. I had never done dugs in my life and not wanting to be anything less, agreed to do it. I never expected that snorting cocaine wasn't the only thing in their minds. I remember doing it in shed in back of the baseball field, inhaling a couple of lines with a boy hanging over me telling me how to do it while sliding his hands over my tits. By the time I reacted my t shirt and bra were up to my neck leaning against him with both hands over my bare breasts and about to get sexually grouped. I remember him fiddling with my nips while the rest were digging their hands under my waist band to pull my sweat pants down. I remember feeling my face burning with shame watching them slipping off my sweats and panties, forcing my legs apart and getting off looking at my wide open pussy. Felt nothing but exposed skin, boys taking advantage of me and powerless to do anything about it. Kept thinking I could never tell my parents I got stripped, finger fucked and felt over by a bunch of horny boys taking turns on me. I remember getting stuck naked with boys pushing their dicks on my face trying to get my mouth open and eventually forced into degrading oral sex acts. I just hope they don't go around bragging and talking about it. I was 17 when it happed. I guess hanging around with boys things like this are bound to happen. Thinking about as just sex I guess is one way to deal with it.