As I lay exhausted on the grass of the local park, with my
clothes scattered all around me, I couldn't help but wonder. What
is about me that makes men treat me this way? Do I have
"Please Fuck Me", tattooed on my forehead or something?
 
But I'm starting at the end. Let me give you some background. My
name is Alison. I'm 17 years old and in my last year of high
school. It's a private school, my parents are loaded! We live in
a fairly large city on the east coast of Australia. I have long
and straight blonde hair. It's my best feature! You could use my
hair in a commercial for shampoo. It's that good! The rest of me
isn't bad either. I'm slender without being too bony. I'm not
very tall at only 5 foot 1 inch. My beasts are too big for me
really. They wouldn't look out of place on a cheerleader. With my
tiny build and very slender waist and neck, they looked huge! I
keep pretty fit with regular exercise! Jogging and gym work
mostly, but I also play a few sports.
 
I lost my virginity at twelve, which is not as unusual as you
might think. There were a few other girls in my class that lost
their cherries that year and I wasn't the first. Stephen had been
my boyfriend since I was ten. Not that anything happened back
then, other than a bit of kissing. He started getting more
physical a couple of years later and managed to talk me out of my
knickers one afternoon at his place, just a week before my
thirteenth birthday. I thought it was true love of course, as
young girls do. I was devastated when a couple of months later,
after fucking me two or three times a week, he suddenly dumped me
for Amanda! Another girl from our school.
 
Stephen told all his mates that he had screwed me. Even Amanda
helped spread stories about what a 'slut' I was. That really
didn't have much effect on my friends except I was suddenly very
popular. Thirteen and fourteen year old boys were asking me out
almost daily for a while but I didn't accept, so eventually
things returned to normal.
 
About six months later I met Alan. He was new to the school that
year and he was gorgeous! I liked him right from the start! He
asked me to go to the mid year school dance with him and I said
"Yes", before he even finished asking. I had a wonderful night. I
thought I was in love again! The dance was being strictly
monitored but there was only a handful of teachers and lots of
kids, so slipping away wasn't hard.
 
There was a bit of a commotion, a fight of some kind between a
couple of the boys. While the teachers were distracted, Alan
grabbed my hand and we snuck out of the hall and went to an empty
classroom in the school. Alan was all over me as soon as we were
alone. I'll be honest, we were all over each other. God, he was
hot! It started with kisses and squeezing my breasts through my
shirt, but it was only a minute or two before he had his hand up
my skirt. He was rubbing my wet slit through my knickers and
sticking his tongue down my throat at the same time. I hadn't
been laid for over six months and I was horny! I started rubbing
his cock through his pants and could tell he was hard even before
I touched him. I told him I wanted him to fuck me. He looked
really surprised at how forward I was being.
 
I took my knickers off and let him finger me for a minute, then I
lifted my skirt and bent over the desk, beckoning him with my
eyes. He undid his pants and had his cock out in record time. He
had a hard time finding the right spot and was just trying to ram
it in. I had to slow him down a bit and reached between my legs
to grab his cock, which made him jump! I guided him into my cunt
and then rested my head on my arms as he pumped away. He hammered
into me furiously for less than a minute before he came. He
thought it was the best thing ever. I can't say it did much for
me.
 
We kissed and touched some more for a while. I could feel him
starting to get hard again. My hand rubbing his cock might have
had something to do with it. I bent back over the desk again and
looked over my shoulder at him. "A bit slower this time" I said,
with a friendly smile. He still fumbled with getting his cock
inside me and it was just like the first time. If anything he
came even faster! I was incredibly frustrated! I told him it was
alright, which it wasn't.
 
We kissed some more as he stood there with his pants around his
ankles and I decided to give him another go. I knelt down and
sucked him hard again. That took no time at all. I lay back on
the desk this time with my legs spread and Alan stood at the end
of the desk and put his cock inside me. He actually had no
problems finding the hole this time. Maybe because he could see
it! Maybe because I was dripping wet with his cum. I put my legs
over his shoulders and rubbed my clit as he inexpertly fucked me.
I managed to bring myself to an orgasm, just in time as it turned
out, as Alan came inside me again in a couple of minutes.
 
We made our way back to the dance and snuck back in separately.
The rest of the evening was uneventful and I gave Alan a kiss
goodnight. A few minutes later my Dad turned up to pick me up. He
asked me how the dance was and I told him it was alright. I
didn't say much but that wasn't unusual. Teenagers don't tell
their parents anything! I was just hoping Dad couldn't smell the
cum that was soaking my knickers!
 
On Monday at school, Alan was really cold to me. He spoke when I
asked him a question but there was no warmth to it. He wouldn't
hold my hand or look me in the eye. It was like he was
embarrassed by the whole thing and didn't want to have anything
more to do with me. He never really dumped me because we were
never really a couple. It was just one date, but I felt dumped
all the same. A few days later one of my girlfriends told me that
her boyfriend had told her that Alan was telling all the guys
that he had fucked me. Do boys always do that? He also said that
there was graffiti in the boys toilets. There was a whole bunch
of them which said things like, "Alison Ames sucks cock!", or
"Alison Ames loves to fuck!". Another one said, "Alison Ames
fucks on the first date!". The worst one I heard about was "Tick
here if you have fucked Alison Ames!", with about twenty ticks
after it, which was total bullshit. It had to have been Alan or
his friends. I was getting a reputation as the school slut and I
had only ever had sex with two boys. I knew lots of girls who had
had more boyfriends than that! It wasn't fair!
 
It was a long time before I went on another date. Eventually
things settled down. I heard the the graffiti had been removed
from the boys toilets and life was going on as normal. Most of my
girlfriends had boyfriends but I really didn't like my brief fame
as the school slut so I kept to myself for a long time.
 
I was nearly fifteen when I really started to bloom. I suddenly
had breasts and I started getting a lot of attention from the
boys! Even from some of the older boys. I got asked out to a
movie by one of the seniors. He had to be at least 16, maybe even
17. That almost never happened to girls my age. Being asked out
by a senior was considered an honor. He was pretty cute even
though he towered over me. He was about six foot tall and well
built. He was heavily into sports and it showed. What a bum he
had! I accepted and told my Mum I was going to the mall on
Saturday night with some girlfriends. I was determined not to
fuck Mark on the first date. I didn't want to get a bad
reputation again. I was still called a slut every now and again
by friends of Alan and Stephen.
 
Mark picked me up from the mall and took me to the movies on our
date. he had a beat up old Holden but it was the first time I had
ever dated a boy old enough to have a license, let alone one who
had their own car. Mark took me to the drive in movie theatre
which made me slightly uncomfortable. I assumed we were going to
the cinema. He parked in the very back row. We were there early
and had plenty of time to go to the shop and get a few things
before returning to his car. It wasn't very busy that night. Most
of the other cars were a long way forward of us, although two
other cars had pulled up nearby, only a couple of spaces away!
They had their car windows open as it was a very warm night and I
could see that both cars were full of young boys, about eight or
nine of them in total. Our windows were still closed.
 
Mark suggested we sit in the back seat where there was more room
and once we were there, he didn't waste anytime getting
passionate. We were kissing before the movie even started.
Eventually his hands started to roam. I let him fondle my tits as
long as he stayed outside of my top. He could even put his hand
on my leg but whenever he tried to go between my thighs, I
stopped him. I might fuck him eventually but it was not going to
be tonight! Mark snuggled up to me with one arm around my
shoulders. One of my arms was around his waist and kind of pinned
behind his back. He only had one hand free as well though so I
was fending off his advances ok. He was giving me a very
passionate tongue kiss when suddenly I realised he was undoing
the buttons of my shirt with his free hand. I stopped him but I
couldn't do them back up. Ever noticed that! It's easy to undo
buttons with one hand but very difficult to do them up. We went
back to kissing and touching. Mark kept squeezing my breasts, a
bit too firmly for comfort. Every now and then he would manage to
undo another button on my shirt before I could stop him. The game
was in his favour. I had to stop him every time. He only had to
succeed occasionally. Eventually of course he had my shirt
completely undone. I could hear voices nearby but Mark said
"Don't worry. They can't see in".
 
I had a bra on so my breasts were still covered. Mark turned his
attention to another goal for a while. His hand was rubbing up
and down my leg, always getting closer to my knickers. We were
kissing the whole time and I stopped him when he got too close.
As I was shifting position on the seat, my legs parted ever so
slightly. That was enough! Mark suddenly moved his hand all the
way up between my legs. I slammed my legs closed and tried to
pull his hand away. I broke away from our kiss and said "No",
quite clearly. He rubbed his hand firmly against my vagina,
through my knickers for a few seconds. I was struggling to move
his hand and he relented. He said "ok ok" as he moved his hand
slightly further away. I had shifted position a bit and he was
now rubbing his second hand up and down my back under my loose
and open shirt. As he went back to kissing me, he very smoothly
undid my bra with his right hand. My left arm was still trapped
behind his back and under his arm. My right hand came up for a
moment as my breasts dropped free, still loosely covered by my
now unfastened bra. Mark's left hand shot up between my legs
again and once again I was pushing his hand away. He kept rubbing
me through my knickers for a bit longer this time. I couldn't
budge his arm and I broke our kiss to say, "Mark, please don't".
He looked at me for a second in obvious frustration. He moved his
hand away and as I was pulling my skirt back down, his hand
went under my bra and he cupped my bare right breast. This was
like an unending battle! A battle I was losing!
 
At least with his hand on my tit he couldn't get between my legs.
We carried on kissing while he played with my breasts. When I
didn't offer any resistance he lifted my bra up completely and
set both of my tits free. Now he was shifting his hand back and
forth between the two and gently twisting and pinching my
nipples. After a while Mark kind of pushed his body weight
forward. I was pushed to a lying down position with Mark on top
of me. My legs were still tightly closed though. Mark was
continuing to kiss me and play with my bare breasts when he
suddenly moved his head down and started sucking my tits. I said
"No" again and lifted my hands to his head to pull it away. It
was like trying to move a mountain. Mark moved his head back up
to mine, purely of his own accord. I was having little effect! As
he was moving his body up higher again, he wedged one of his legs
between mine. I could feel his leg pushing against my cunt as he
started kissing me again and his hand went back to squeezing my
tits.
 
Mark continued kissing me for quite a while, and I was kissing
him back. His hand was still playing with my breasts and his leg
was still rubbing between mine. Mark suddenly moved his head down
to my tits again. I tried to pull him away but just like before I
couldn't budge him. I had my hands on his head trying to move him
as he sucked my tits. I was saying "No" kind of playfully but I
meant it. Then he lifted himself up and used his right hand to
push my legs further apart as he got both of his legs between
mine. As he threw himself down on me again, my legs were spread
wide around his hips. He started sucking my tits again and was
rubbing his cock, through his jeans against my cunt. I was
struggling to move and pulled at his hair to get his head away as
I was saying "No" more force fully. Mark grabbed both of my arms
and pinned them above my head and started kissing my lips again.
 
I felt very uncomfortable being restrained like this but at least
he couldn't do anything else while he was holding my arms with
his. He was kissing me ferociously now and rubbing his cock
against me even more furiously. I thought he was going to come in
his pants at any moment! Mark suddenly made an adjustment to my
arms and now he was holding both of my wrists in his right hand,
still pinned above my head. His hands were huge and he was so
strong I couldn't break away. His free hand now went down between
our bodies and I thought he was going to try and finger me again.
I was struggling to get loose and making feeble protests as I
heard Mark undo his zipper and free his cock. He carried on
rubbing up against me and I realised that now he would be cumming
all over me instead of inside his own pants. I realised that he
was too far gone to stop and resigned my self to letting him
bring himself off by rubbing up against me. At least that would
satisy him! I was wrong!
 
Mark suddenly grabbed my panties and ripped them off! I started
to protest more loudly. I yelled "No" and "Let me go" and
"Don't". I was very clear! Mark grabbed my chin with his free
hand and turned my head back to where he could kiss me again. He
crushed his lips against mine, muffling my protests, when I felt
him shift his hips. Now his cock was pressing towards my cunt. I
felt his head pressing against me and struggled and screamed to
no avail. Mark's pushed forward hard and his cock drove deep into
me in one thrust. I was being raped! I screamed inside as Mark
kept my mouth covered with his and thrust repeatedly into me. I
couldn't believe this was happening to me. Mark's thrusts got
harder and faster very quickly. Suddenly he gave a massive shove
which spread my legs even further and allowed his cock deeper
than ever before. He stayed buried to the hilt inside me as I
felt surge after surge of his hot cum splashing inside me. Mark
gave a great groan as he came and stopped kissing me. He looked
very pleased with himself.
 
I was sobbing quietly as he kept his cock inside me and opened
the window above my head. He called out to the guys in the nearby
cars. "Hey Johnno!", he called. "You owe me ten bucks!". With
that Mark grabbed my torn knickers from the floor of the car and
threw them out the window, towards the nearest car. The boys in
the other cars started cheering and clapping. I realised as Mark
climbed off me and zipped up his jeans that I had just been raped
for a ten dollar bet.
 
Mark smiled at me as he said "I'll be right back". Then he got
out of the car and went to talk to his mates. As I lay there,
violated, I could tell that Mark didn't think of what he had just
done as rape. As far as he was concerned, he had just shown me a
good time and all my struggling and protesting was just part of
the game. I had seen the advertisements about rape with the
slogan, "NO means NO", and always thought they were kind of
stupid. Now I knew why they were needed! When it comes to sex,
boys just don't understand what no means. I pulled my legs
together and kind of curled up in foetal position as I sobbed
uncontrollably. I don't know why I didn't run. I could have
opened the far door and made a run for it. Mark wouldn't have
even known why I was running away! But I stayed! Mark stayed over
with his mates for quite a while. He had got his rocks off and
won his bet that he could fuck me on the first date. Now I was
just a nuisance. He would rather spend time with his mates.
 
When he finally came back, I was still curled up in the back
seat. I wasn't crying anymore, I was numb! Mark brought me a
drink and as he passed it to me I said "Thank you!". I actually
said "Thank you!" to the boy who had raped me. Later I couldn't
believe I had said it! I sat there drinking my drink, not knowing
what to say or do. Mark shuffled up next to me and started
touching me again. This was the man who had just raped me. Now he
was treating me as if we were the friendliest of lovers out on a
date. I didn't even protest this time as Mark laid me down again.
I was aware but distant as he spread my legs and took out his
cock. It may as well have been someone else there instead of me.
I felt nothing as Mark penetrated my bruised vagina once again. I
felt nothing as he rammed his cock forcefully into me repeatedly
for about ten minutes.
 
The window was still open and some of Mark's mates came over to
the car and watched as Mark fucked me for the second time. They
made a few crude comments and one of them reached through the
window and started touching my breasts while Mark was fucking me.
I felt nothing as he came, unloading more of his semen into my
already dripping cunt. I was in shock! I just lay there and took
it all without a word of protest! As Mark pulled his cock out of
me and climbed off me, the door behind my head opened and the guy
who had been feeling me up got better access. I just lay there
with my tits exposed and my legs still spread. I couldn't even be
bothered pushing my skirt back down so my cunt was clearly
visible. The guy reached in with both hands and roughly squeezed
both of my tits. I could hear other voices nearby as he said
"Check these out" to the other guys.
 
Mark's mates from the other cars had all gathered round. I could
see faces peering in at me through the open door and the opposite
window. Suddenly hands grabbed my arms and pulled me out of the
car through the open door. I still felt numb and distant as they
stood me up and hands were grabbing at my breasts. They took my
shirt and bra completely off and I stood there topless while they
mauled me. One of them said "Bring her around the back", and they
half dragged, half walked me to the back of the car. They pushed
me forward over the boot of the car and I felt someone's hands
between my legs as he roughly pushed my legs apart with his feet.

 
It was only now that It dawned on me what was about to happen.
Still in shock, I tried to stand up but a hand in the middle of
my back slammed me back into the car. I tried to push myself off
of the car boot and boys on either side of me, grabbed my arms
and held them out to the side. I had no more leverage and the boy
behind me now held me down easily with one hand between my
shoulder blades. I found my voice and tried to protest but they
just laughed. I was pleading "Please please please", as I felt
the boy behind me guide his cock into me. I was getting raped
again and I didn't even know who it was. I screamed as he thrust
violently into me and he clapped his hand over my mouth from
behind. "Shut the fuck up bitch", he said as he continued fucking
me. My head was bent back by the force of his hand over my mouth
and my back was arched, lifting my bare breasts off the cold
metal of the car boot. The boys on either side who were holding
my arms, took the opportunity to grab a breast each and squeezed
and pulled at them like animals.
 
I could feel his thrusts getting faster and harder as he slammed
into me more forcefully. A few seconds later he gave a long drawn
out groan and pushed into me even harder. He held his cock inside
me as he came. I could feel the cum spurting inside me as his
body convulsed. Suddenly he let me go and I collapsed back onto
the car boot as he pulled his cock out of me. I was crying and
tried to plead with them to stop! One of the boys shoved
something into my mouth and I realised it was my own knickers
that had been torn off me when Mark raped me earlier. I felt
hands grip me around the waist as another boy took position
behind me and a few seconds later another cock was violating me.
 
I went all distant again and stopped my useless struggling as all
of the boys took turns fucking me. I was being held down and gang
raped by nine boys, ten if you count Mark as well. I could feel
the pain as each of them took their turns raping me but it was a
blur, as if it was a distant memory of something that had
happened long ago. They weren't even holding my arms any more and
the last couple of boys fucked my bruised cunt, which was
overflowing with the cum from the other guys. I could feel cum
running down my legs and I could hear the sloppy wet sound of
each thrust of the final guy's cock into my cunt.
 
When they had finished, Mark gave me back my bra and shirt and
told me to get in the car. I took my knickers out of my mouth and
put my clothes back on. My knickers were torn so I used them to
wipe away the cum that was on my legs and still flooding out of
me. I left my cum soaked knickers on the ground and slowly and
painfully made my way to the front seat. The movie was just
coming to an end. Perfect timing!
 
Mark drove me home and said "You were terrific! I had a great
time!", then he drove away. I was still in shock. It still
appeared that he didn't even realise that he had raped me. Is
this the way older boys always treat girls? I had never been out
with a 16 or 17 year old before so I really didn't know. Was this
kind of treatment normal? Do boys just use us for sex, whenever
and wherever they want?
 
Still slightly dazed and confused I went inside the house. Dad
commented that I had been a long time at the mall. I wanted to
throw myself into his arms and let him hold me tight, but I just
said, "We went to see a movie" and I went to my room!
 
For the next year or so, school was a nightmare. Everybody seemed
to know that I had been gang banged by a group of seniors on the
weekend. I was being called a slut and worse by most of the
girls. Only Angela stayed friends with me. We had been friends
for years but i didn't even tell Angela what had really happened
that night. I did start getting a lot of attention from the
boys. Most of the boys in my classes were around 15 and 16 and
most of them were still trying to lose their cherries. For a
while I was being asked out nearly every day but I stayed away
from the seniors from then on. 
 
I started casually dating which is something i had never really
done before. Up until then I had always had one steady boyfriend
or nothing at all. I only went out on dates on either Friday or
Saturday nights. Very occassionally it was both but not often. I
knew why the boys were asking me out. They wanted sex! I had a
reputation now and the boys saw me as a certain fuck! Most of the
boys I went on dates with tried to fuck me and I let them. I
never initiated anything but the memory of what happened the last
time I said "No", was still with me and I didn't want to be raped
again so I never put up much resistance. It was a rare weekend
that I didn't get fucked by some young horny teenager. I must
have screwed about twenty different boys that year leading up to
my 16th birthday. At least half of them were virgins before they
went out with me but it was a very rare thing for a boy I dated
to be a virgin afterwards.
 
My 16th birthday was a major event. Mum organised a family and
close friends birthday party for me at home but it was the night
before that I really had my birthday party. I planned to stay
over at Angela's house that night but Angela had arranged a party
for me. I went over to Angela's place late afternoon and got
settled in. Angela told me she had organised a party at David's
house. His parents were away so it was the perfect place. It was
a long way but Angela's dad drove us there and told us he would
pick us up at 12:15. That would give us just enough time to see
my birthday in. I dressed up very sexy for the party. It was a
warm night so I had a strapless top on, the kind with elastic
holding it up and no bra. I had to keep pulling it up throughout
the night as it kept slipping down. I had a very short black
skirt with hot pink knickers underneath and black high heeled
shoes. I was a knockout! Angela dressed much more conservatively
but was still very pretty.
 
I couldn't believe how many people turned up! It was an absolute
riot. Word had got around that there was a party and people just
kept turning up. There was over a hundred people there. All
teenagers but I didn't even know most of them They must have been
from other schools. I hadn't had this much fun in ages. I was
dancing and drinking and just generally having a great time.
Angela was being a bit boring. She didn't want her dad picking
her up drunk so she took it pretty easy. I on the other hand was
swilling Gin straight from the bottle and was smashed an hour
after we got there. Angela tried to get me to slow down. I think
she was concerned about her dad picking me up drunk and telling
my parents but I wasn't bothered.
 
I had a few of the boys trying to pick me up and I was flirting
outrageously. I spent most of the night dancing with the bottle
of gin in one hand. My top would keep slipping down as my breasts
bounced around while I was dancing but just before my breasts
popped out I would pull it back up. I could see some of the boys
just waiting for it to happen but I kept on noticing and fixing
it before they got an eyeful. I was rubbing up against whichever
boy I was dancing with. Half the boys in that party had my legs
straddling one of theirs that night as I rubbed my crotch against
their leg in a sexy dance routine. On top of that, my skirt which
just barely came down to the bottom of my arse, covered very
little, so whenever I sat down or bent over, the boys got a good
look up my skirt at my pretty pink knickers. I knew I was driving
them crazy with my teasing but what the hell, this was my party!
A few of the bolder boys copped a bit of a feel while we were
dancing but nothing serious.
 
Most of the people there were about the same age as me so the
party started to thin out early as people left or were picked up
by their parents. Especially the girls! I guess parents are more
protective of their daughters so well before midnight the party
had got down to only thirty or so, with only half a dozen girls
remaining. The closer we got to midnight, the more Angela became
concerned about how drunk I was. She kept trying to get me to
stop. She was starting to sound like my mother. I was half way
through my second bottle and feeling very happy so I continued
teasing the boys. My dancing became even more erotic than before.
I was even very deliberately rubbbing their cocks through their
pants as we were dancing but moving on to the next dance partner
before anything got too serious.
 
I was doing a sexy dance with two of the boys, Steve was rubbing
up against my front and the other boy, whose name I can't
remember, was doing the same at my back. I was sandwiched between
them and Steve had his leg between mine and I was rubbing my
crotch up against him. The boy behind me kept reaching around for
a feel of my tits but I kept pushing his hands away with my free
hand. I was still hanging on to the bottle of gin with the other.
Steven reached down between my legs and it was a few seconds
before I realised I was rubbing up against his hand and not his
leg. The boy behind me had his hands around my waist. When I
realised that Steven was trying to finger me through my panties I
gave a little squeal, backed off slightly and reached down to
pull his hand away. As I straightened up the boy behind me, quite
deliberately I'm sure, held the material of my top so it slipped
over my tits as I stood up and my breasts came bouncing free. I
gave another little squeal as I used my free hand to pull my top
back up but I was laughing as I did it. The other boys sitting
around the room started cheering and clapping and calling out,
"Show us your tits".
 
It was getting quite late now. I remember Angela telling me it
was 11pm not long before and reminding me that her dad would be
here in less than an hour and asking me to stop drinking. I was
having way too much fun though. I looked her right in the eye as
I raised the bottle and had a good long drink. Angela looked very
pissed off! I was so drunk I could barely stand. It was only the
boys pressed against me front and back that stopped me falling
over. Something I had proved a few times during the evening by
falling over. Steven heard Angela say that her dad would be
picking us up soon and while she was standing there, he asked me
to go to one of the bedrooms for a fuck. Angela looked at me as
if to say "Don't", which is probably why I said, "Sure! Lets go."
The boy behind me said "Hey! Don't forget about me". I just said
"You can come too".
 
As I was being walked to one of the bedrooms, I heard Angela say
that she would leave without me but I really didn't care. Once we
got to the bedroom, Steve and his friend wasted no time in
getting my clothes off. The second guy was kind of holding me up
from behind as he pulled down my top and started squeezing my
tits. Steve got down in front of me and reached up under my skirt
and pulled my knickers down. They lay me down on the bed and
Steve was urgently undoing his belt and dropping his jeans as he
climbed on top of me. There was no foreplay and I didn't really
need it. I had spent the last few hours rubbing myself against
the legs of twenty or thirty guys and i was wet. Steve had
his cock inside me in not time and I lay there getting fucked
while the other boy continued playing with my tits.
 
I had never had a threesome before and it was probably just me
being rebellious against Angela's mothering that had me saying
yes. That and the nearly two bottles of gin I had drunk. let me
be clear about this though. I knew what I was getting into with
these two. I was very very drunk but I can still remember making
the decision to go to the bedroom with both of them for sex. I
was lying on my back getting fucked by Steve and in a delirious,
drunken kind of way, I was enjoying it. Steve didn't last very
long. At least it didn't feel like it. I was so drunk I can't be
sure. I remember him suddenly pushing into me very hard and I
could feel him pumping his cum into me. he lay there for a few
seconds, grunting out the last few spurts of cum. Then he climbed
off me and his friend immediately took his place.
 
I can remember looking hazily into his face as he slid his cock
into my and thinking that I didn't even know his name. I was sure
he had told me at some point but I just couldn't remember. I
wasn't really thinking about him screwing me. He was happily
pounding away and I just lay there, staring at him and trying to
remember his name. Half way through, he pulled out of me and
rolled me over onto my stomach. He grabbed hold of both my hips
and pulled me up into doggy position. He stuck his cock back
inside me and continued fucking me. I had to grab hold of the
blankets and push back to try and stop falling forwards as he was
slamming into me quite hard. His hands were also holding onto my
hips and pulling me back which was probably a good thing because
I don't think I could have kept myself up on my own.
 
Steve came up in front of me and stuck his cock in my mouth. It
was soft and sticky with cum and my own cunt juices. I don't
usually like giving head much but I've done it a few times. Steve
had hold of my head and as I sucked him, I could feel him getting
hard in my mouth. The other boy came inside me a few minutes
later and Steve, who was quite hard again by this time, changed
places with him. Once again I was sucking on a sloppy, cum soaked
cock while I was being fucked.
 
Steve lasted much longer this time. He was still fucking me when
his friend came in my mouth. I was surprised by the amount and
choked a little bit as he filled my mouth with cum. When he
pulled out of my mouth, Steve rolled me over on to my back again
and continued. I started to fade off a bit as I just lay there
with my eyes closed as Steve kept pounding his cock inside me. I
barely noticed as he finished and shot his second load into my
cunt. As he climbed off I started to pull my aching legs together
but I was stopped by hands on my knees, pulling them back open.
Once again Steve's friend got on top of me and started fucking
me. I must admit the boy has stamina. He had already cum twice.
 
I was lying there only half conscious and could hear
myself grunting "Ungh ungh ungh", with every thrust of the cock
into my sloppy cunt. I could tell Steve still was in the room. I
could hear him talking but I couldn't make out what he was
saying. It never occurred to me to wonder who he was talking to.
In hindsight it couldn't have been the boy on top of me. His
mouth was right near my face and I would have noticed if it was
him. Besides, he was doing a fair bit of grunting as well as he
picked up his pace and let go another load inside me. There was
another quick change which I barely noticed and my fucking
continued. I still had my eyes closed and was just barely
conscious. I could still hear Steve's voice but it was mingled
with others. Several others! I had my head tilted to the side and
as I forced my eyes open, I could see Steve talking with a couple
of other boys. The bedroom door was open and people were looking
in and laughing. Even in my drunken state I felt self conscious
about Steve and his friend fucking me in front of other people. I
looked up at the boy fucking me, whose name still I couldn't
remember, but it wasn't him. I was being fucked by someone else
and hadn't even noticed.
 
The realisation that I was being gangbanged, came very slowly. I
was like it was happening to someone else I was so distant. As
the boy on top of me climbed off of me, I could see someone else
moving in. I tried to close my legs and say something to stop
them, but even I couldn't make out the words I was saying. In my
head I was saying "Stop" or "No" but the words that came out were
just unintelligible noise. The boys were all drunk and fucking me
very hard.  I was having the breath knocked out of me with every
thrust and could hear myself going "Ungh ungh" again as he
screwed me.
 
There were lots of people in the room now. Through sleepy eyes I
could see them standing around drinking beer and laughing and
talking to each other but it was all like a dream. I barely noticed
being fucked. It was the change overs that I noticed. The sudden
absence as a cock was pulled completely out of me. The pressure
which came off my legs which were being forced wide open by the
weight on my inner thighs. I really noticed that as it was
removed, even in my drunken state. Each time the relief was short
lived, as it was quickly replaced by the weight of another boy on
top of me and another cock slipping easily inside me.
 
I have no idea how many boys fucked me that night. All I noticed
was the changes and even they became a blur and eventually I must
have totally passed out. When I woke up there was a boy on top of
me. I wasn't being fucked. He was asleep! I was in exactly the
same position and he was lying between my legs with his body
weight on top of me and his head on one of my shoulders. It
appeared that he had fallen asleep while screwing me. I rolled
him off me, which wasn't easy, and felt pain suddenly shoot
through my legs as I pulled them together and rolled onto my
side.
 
I lay there for a few minutes, unable to move. It wasn't my cunt
that was sore. It was the muscles in my legs. My inner thighs had
been repeatedly slammed by the legs and hips of, who knows how
many boys, and they were seriously bruised. I managed to get off
the bed and stand up. I had to hold on to the wall as I stood
there naked, with my legs shaking uncontrollably. Eventually I
could move around a bit and started looking for my clothes. They
were scattered around the bedroom floor and bending down to pick
them up was difficult but i got them. I made my way to the
bathroom and sat on the toilet to wee. I could feel cum seeping
out of me as I peed. Cum was encrusted all over me. My hair was
tangled and knotted as if it had glue in it. My face was crusted
with dried cum and it was all over my tits and stomach. It was
obvious that some of the boys had cum in my face and hair but I
don't remember it. My clothes wee a mess! My black skirt had
white streaks all over it. I think they used them to wipe me
clean as they were soaked! My knickers were soggy! My shirt was
and skirt were crusted with dried cum. I had to crack them open!
 
I finished on the toilet and moved to the shower and took my
clothes with me. I stayed in the shower for a long time. The
water went cold but i didn't care. I washed my hair a couple of
times and very gently cleaned between my legs. Then I gave my
clothes a good rinse. I got out of the shower and wrapped a towel
around me. I found the laundry and put my clothes in the dryer
then went through the lounge room to the kitchen. I really needed
some water! There were boys passed out all over the lounge room.
On the couches and on the floor. I tried to stay quiet as I got
myself a drink and waited for my clothes to dry.
 
A few minutes later one of the boys woke up and came out to the
kitchen. I have no idea who he was and I was terribly embarassed,
standing there in a towel, in a house full of unconscious boys
who had as far as i knew, all fucked me the night before. He was
friendly enough and he made me a coffee and started talking. he
mostly wanted to talk about the night before. I didn't but he
told me he had arrived late after going to another party. he had
come down to the bedroom and watched me getting fucked for a
while but said he didn't join in because i was a mess. He said he
didn't want to go sloppy 30th! I couldn't believe what he had
just said. I said "Thirty!". he said "That's what they told me".
He added that there was still a few guys who hadn't fucked me who
were waiting for their turn as well but he wasn't interested and
crashed out in one of the spare rooms.
 
He said I looked much better now that I had cleaned up. He
reached out and touched my hair as he said it. I didn't like
where this was heading so I tried to move past him to go and
check my clothes. he said "What's the rush" and blocked my way.
He put his hand on my left tit and told me I looked beautiful. I
pushed his hand away and tried to get past him again. He suddenly
pushed me back against the kitchen counter and pressed himself up
against me. "You fucked over thirty guys last night, you little
slut. I'm not going to be the only one to miss out!" he said.
"Please! I'm too sore" I said, and tried to get away. He roughly
turned me around and pulled away my towel as he said, "You'll
manage". "No! Don't! I'll scream!" I said. He just laughed and
said "Go ahead". He said if I screamed I would wake some more of
the guys and maybe the party could start again. I knew he was
right, I couldn't risk that but I tried appealing to him once
more. "I don't want to. This is rape!" I said. He just laughed
again and said "You can't rape a slut!" as he bent me over the
kitchen counter and undid his jeans.
 
He used his feet to push my legs apart and used his right hand to
guide his cock into me. As I felt his cock pushing inside me I
was surprised that it didn't hurt more. I guess because he was
fucking me in a bent over position, he was hitting my bum instead of
my inner thighs. He was very rough. He slammed into me very hard
over and over again. I didn't dare to scream. I was looking over
the kitchen counter at a dozen or more boys asleep in the lounge
area as I was getting fucked and I didn't want to wake them and
risk more of the same. It didn't take him very long. He was being
fairly quiet then suddenly he gave out a loud grunt and thrust
into me very hard. He held on to my hips as he buried his cock
deep inside me and shot his load. He pulled out and said "Nobody
will believe you if you tell anyone". I knew he was right. All
the guys that fucked me last night would swear that I was willing
and my credibility was shot. He smiled at me as he pulled up his
pants and said "Happy Birthday!", then he walked out of the
kitchen. I went and got my clothes from the dryer. They were
still damp but I got dressed and went home.
 
I had screwed two boys willingly. Apparently, over thirty more
had taken advantage of me while I was drunk or passed out. That
was technically rape but I'm sure they didn't see it that way.
One more had knowingly raped me the next morning. Some birthday
present! How could this have happened to me again?
 
At school on Monday, Angela was a bit annoyed at first. She said
she had told her dad that I wasn't feeling well and had gone home
early. She couldn't very well tell him that I was in the bedroom
fucking two boys. I understood that and managed to smooth things
over with Angela. We were still friends! As the day progressed,
stories about me were circulating. Everywhere I went I could see
groups of people whispering and looking at me. It was obvious
that everyone knew I had screwed a whole bunch of boys at my
birthday party. Not only had I been gang raped again, now I was
getting a reputation as the school slut because of it.
 
Angela caught up with me again later in the day. She had
obviously heard what had happened. I told her that I had passed
out with the first two boys and the rest had taken advantage of
me. She apologised for leaving me alone. I could tell she was
very upset. She felt guilty and kept saying that it was all her
fault, which it wasn't. She tried to get me to stop drinking and
slow down a bit. She tried to get me to leave when her dad picked
her up. I reassured her that none of it was her fault. We hugged
and cried. She's the only person I have ever told what really
happened that night. 
 
The following year was uneventful. I stopped dating altogether. I
spent most of my time with Angela at either her house or mine. We
were the seniors now and quite a few of the boys had cars. I
still got asked out a lot but always refused. Angela's parents
got her a car for her 17th birthday. My birthday was still a
couple of months away. Mum and Dad promised me a car for my
birthday as well. I had already had driving lessons and gotten my
license and could hardly wait to get my own car. In the meantime,
we had Angela's car which she let me drive sometimes. At least we
didn't have to catch the bus to school anymore. I was glad about
that because it seemed like the bus was full of boys who had
fucked me, either in the preceding year or during the rape at my
16th birthday. I was constantly getting comments or even felt up
by the boys on the bus. I hated it. Now we had a car life was
better and there was only three months of school left.
 
Angela got herself a boyfriend soon after and I didn't see quite
so much of her after that. We still got together during the week
but weekends she was always out with Michael. She was in love and
I was happy for her but for the next couple of months, my
weekends were very boring. I missed her! She came over my house
one Sunday and was really angry with me. I had no idea why. She
told me that Michael had let it slip that we had gone on a date
the year before and he had screwed me. Michael thought she
already knew he had lost his cherry to me. She was furious with
me for not telling her but I really didn't remember. I had gone
out with a lot of boys that year and while Michael looked
familiar to me, I thought that was just because he was from our
school. I really don't recall having sex with him but it could be
true. Angela was so angry that I had screwed the boy she loved.
The first fuck he ever had was with me! She said she couldn't
have sex with him now without thinking about me sucking his cock
or fucking him. She called me a slut and worse and told me she
didn't want to see me anymore. Angela had stuck by my side
through everything that had happened to me and now I lost my only
friend over something that happened over a year ago, before they
even got together. It didn't seem fair.
 
My 17th birthday came and went without much happening. I didn't
have a party, just family. Mum and Dad got me the car they
promised me, which was nice but now I didn't have anywhere to go
or anyone to go with, so I mostly just used it to go to school
and back. I saw Angela and Michael around the school nearly every
day. They were still together but she wouldn't even talk to me
anymore. I tried to make up with her but she called me a slut,
loudly, in front of a bunch of other girls and I never tried
again.
 
Despite not having dated for over a year, I was still getting
asked out fairly often. I was lonely since my break up with
Angela and not long before school finished that year I met a boy
called Paul. He was very nice. he didn't ask me out straight away
like most of the other boys who were just after a quick fuck. He
talked to me like a friend. I started looking forward to meeting
him after school and I really enjoyed his company. He finally got
around to asking me out a few weeks later and I accepted. We had
a very nice time. I went out with Paul several times and he never
tried anything more than holding my hand or a good night kiss. I
was relieved at first not to have someone who was just trying to
get into my knickers, but it went on that for a while and
I started to wonder if he was gay. He wasn't as it turned out but
I found that out the hard way.
 
I had been going out with Paul for a few weeks now and still
nothing had happened. I liked him a lot and would have been
willing to sleep with him but he never made a move. It had been
over a year since I had had sex and I wanted to make love to
Paul. I was starting to think how I could initiate things when
Paul invited me to a football game at a local park. It wasn't a
professional game or anything like that. It was a game with a
bunch of his friends but he said his brother and a few other
friends would be turning up later. I hadn't met many of Paul's
friends so I was looking forward to it. Besides I was hoping this
would be the night that Paul would work up the nerve to make a
move. Some of the boys had girlfriends so I wasn't the only girl
there. We had a barbecue going and a few beers. All in all it was
a very pleasant afternoon.
 
After the game was over, we were all gathered around the pagola
area where the barbecue and a couple of picnic tables were and we
were having a good time. Paul had introduced me to all his
friends and we were getting along very well. I hadn't had this
much fun in a long time. The sun was just starting to set and
people were packing their cars to leave when a couple more cars
pulled up. Paul said "Here's David". That was Paul's brother and
his friends finally arriving. Paul went over to meet his brother
and brought him over to meet me. It was starting to get dark and
I couldn't see more than shadows until they came back into the
pagola area where the lights were. As they got closer Paul said,
"This is her. I want you to meet Alison!". It was then that I
realised David was the boy who had raped me the morning after I
was gang banged at my 16th birthday party.
 
I was in shock for a moment and I heard David laugh and say "This
is your Alison! She's a total slut!". Paul was starting to get
angry at his brother and I sat there as David told Paul and all
his friends about the gangbang on my 16th birthday the year
before. He left out the part about raping me over the kitchen
counter! I tried to explain that it wasn't like that. I could see
Paul was in more shock than I was and I was in tears as I tried
to tell Paul that it had all been a big mistake. Several of
David's friends who had arrived with him had also been present at
my 16th and had also fucked me. They backed up David's story
completely! They made me out to be a total slut who had fucked or
sucked half the boys in the city. I could see Paul was reluctant
to believe them but this was his brother telling him and I could
tell I was losing him. We were making quite a scene with raised
voices and David constantly calling me a slut and a whore. Most
of the original crowd of Paul's friends got in their cars and
left. 
 
I was hanging on to Paul's arm and crying and trying to convince
him I wasn't like David was saying. Suddenly Paul pulled away
from me and said "I have to think". He started walking away from
me and I moved to follow him but David blocked my way. "Leave him
alone you fucking slut!" he said and pushed me back in to my
seat. "I don't want a cheap whore like you going out with my
little brother!". I tried to get back up but David and a couple
of the other guys had hold of me and wouldn't let me go. I called
out to Paul but he ignored me and kept walking away. David moved
up close to me as two other guys were holding my arms. He grabbed
hold of my chin and looked me right in the eye. He said, "You're
not good enough for my brother! There's only one thing you are
good for and that's fucking!". With that he shoved one hand up my
dress and started rubbing my pussy. As he let go of my chin I
looked around and realised that all the other girls had left. It
was just me and David and his friends plus a few of Paul's
friends who had remained. About twelve of them in total and none
of them seemed to object to David molesting me while his friends
held me tight.
 
David said "Get her on the table", and I was dragged backwards on
to the picnic table and pulled on to my back. I tried to scream
out for Paul but someone put their hand over my mouth. While I
was held down David reached under my dress again and tore off my
knickers. As David was undoing his pants and spreading my knees
he said, "I was the last one to fuck you last year so it's only
fair that I go first this year". I struggled and tried to scream
but it was no use. I felt David's cock pressing at my cunt then
as he found the right spot despite all my wriggling he
suddenly drove it home with one violent shove. I screamed and
cried but he just kept on fucking me, fast and furious. I was
kicking him as best I could from this position and he said,
"Someone get this bitch's legs will you!". I felt hands grab my
ankles and knees and my legs were lifted high with my knees bent
and held tight. I was immobilised. With my knees bent and held
high David could fuck me even deeper, and he did. He drove into
me over and over again, slamming his cock into me as hard as he
could with every thrust. He got faster and faster until he leaned
forward, held me tightly around my waist and looked me right in
the eye as he came inside me.
 
As David pulled his cock out of me, one of his friends stepped
forward and took his place. He wasn't as rough and angry as David
had been but it wasn't fun. I was getting gang banged again! I
wasn't crying or trying to call out anymore, I knew it was
hopeless, and the hand over my mouth was removed. Someone tried
to stick their cock in my mouth but I turned away. He grabbed my
head and turned me back. As he forced his cock into my mouth he
said, "If you bite me, you will regret it", and proceeded to fuck
my mouth. I was getting it from both ends now. I wasn't
struggling anymore but I certainly wasn't cooperating. The hands
holding me down had let go  but I knew there was no getting away.
Another boy came inside me and another boy took his place.
 
The guy fucking my mouth warned me to suck properly and I was
scared enough to do as he told me. A few minutes later he came in
my mouth and before I could even swallow his load another cock
was shoved in my mouth. This boy was rougher and kept shoving his
cock deep down my throat. I was gagging on his cock and fighting
back the urge to vomit every time he slid into my throat. I felt
the guy fucking me cum and another took his place. This boy was
fucking me even harder than David had done. He raised my legs
over his shoulders and had a frim grip on my thighs as he slammed
in to me over and over again. He was really hurting me and as the
boy in my mouth pulled out and came on my face, I saw that the
boy fucking me was Paul. He drove his cock into me very hard a
few more times before he unloaded his cum into my sore cunt. As
he was putting his cock away he looked at me and said, "David was
right! You are a slut!".
 
The rest of the guys carried me out on to the grass and laid me
down. There was still about eight boys waiting for their turn and
one by one they all fucked me. The rest of my clothes were
stripped off of me and hands were squeezing my tits and pulling
at my nipples as I had cock continuously shoved into my mouth and
up my snatch for the next few hours. I lost count of the number
of boys who fucked me or came in my mouth. When they all
finished, they just walked away and left me there. I was a mess
and I could hardly move.
 
As I lay exhausted on the grass of the local park, with my
clothes scattered all around me, I couldn't help but wonder. What
is about me that makes men treat me this way? Do I have
"Please Fuck Me", tattooed on my forehead or something?






Hi! If you like my stories, or even if you don't, please give me
some feedback. I would love to hear from you.

alisonames@live.com