Mammoth Cave (re-written)
Authors note:
I ran across a tale called Mammoth Cave way back when I first started reading erotic stories. I've searched and asked about the story but haven't had any luck finding it. I decided to re-write the tale from fond memory. I wish I could give the original author credit, but I haven't the faintest recollection who it was.
{m/f, MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM/f. revenge/tease/forced gangbang}
By Typoman
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Larry Sanderson
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If you like to read stories like mine then more power to you! However, if you find yourself seriously contemplating abusing an innocent minor, then go seek help. Our children are our future. Don’t start (or continue) the cycle of sexual abuse. Enough said, on with the tale.
Chelsea reached into the back pocket of her skintight cutoffs and fished out the little make up mirror to check herself out. She was a hot little tease and she certainly knew it. The little 4'10" 85 pound blonde 15 year old frowned into her mirror then snaked her hand into the front pocket of her cutoffs to retrieve her bright red lipstick. She laughed to herself when she "accidentally" elbowed the man in the groin standing in line behind her. She knew that the hard lump that her elbow met was an erection, a direct result of her provocative dress and slutty behavior.
Chelsea was proud of her body. She reveled in the way men and boys of all ages stopped what they were doing to stare when she walked by. Her small but well proportioned breasts were constrained only by the thin material of her favorite cut off tee shirt. She just loved the way her breasts jiggled as she walked past the crowds of people at the mall, her favorite hang out.
Many hours were spent in front of the large full-length mirror in her bedroom as she perfected that walk of hers. At first her swaying butt looked just a little too "put on", but now her walk was polished and perfected.
Her cutoffs came from an old pair of Levi's she had owned ever since she was 12 years old. Now they are so tight and short that she is forced to wear them without even the briefest of panties or they would show. Chelsea even had to lie flat on her back in order to get the snap closed. The rough seam that ran from back to front always nestled in between the lips of her cleanly shaven pussy lips. Whenever she bent over, the seam would press and rub against her clit. There were times especially after a long walk in her favorite cutoffs when the juice from her pussy threatened to run down her legs.
Being satisfied with her lipstick, she managed to finally get both pieces back into her pockets with a struggle. The man behind her still had the same erection he had before as her elbow once again found its target with practiced skill.
The line going into Mammoth Cave moved ahead a few feet. She was close enough now to feel the cool air on her breasts that came from the entrance. Her well-defined nipples came to attention with the change in temperature. Quickly glancing down she smiled inwardly at the way her well-washed tee shirt conformed to the shape of her taut nipples, accentuating them nicely.
Chelsea cocked her hip to one side in feigned impatience from waiting in line. Her thoughts drifted back to the one and only boy that had ever screwed her.
"And screw me he certainly did!" She thought to herself, smiling at her revenge she waited two years to enjoy.
She was only 13 and oh so innocent when Todd, the 17 year old neighbor from a few doors down finally noticed that she had a crush on him. He took full advantage of her crush and innocence when he talked her into sneaking out through her bedroom window to meet him at the old playhouse in his back yard.
He wouldn't take no for an answer after they started kissing. Chelsea didn't dare scream as he roughly pulled her clothes off, then roughly shoved his finger up her hairless virgin pussy. She remembered the way he laughed off her protests.
"If you don't want it then how come your pussy is soaking wet!"
Todd roughly forced his cock through her maidenhead, only seeking to quench his own lust. It was all over with before Chelsea fully understood what was happening. Todd groaned and spunked into her pussy after only a few full thrusts. After that he stood up and buckled his pants, leering over his conquest.
That however was not the biggest hurt she felt. It wasn't the fact that he left her there on the dirt floor alone and crying, struggling to dress herself in the dark. It wasn't the revulsion she felt, seeing the red tainted semen oozing from her deflowered pussy.
The biggest hurt came three days later when she knocked on his door. Even though he treated her badly, forcing himself upon her that night in his little sister's playhouse. Chelsea still clung on to her childhood crush. She convinced herself to let him do it again if she could be his girlfriend. No, the biggest hurt came when Todd called her a little slut.
"I've already fucked you! Now you think I want to be seen with a slut like you hanging around me?"
After warning her to never show her slutty face at his door again he slammed it in her face.
It took a few months for Chelsea to get over the hurt of betrayal and rejection she felt. Todd had taken away her childhood innocence. His selfishness brought about the Chelsea of today. The almost boyish body that Todd had ravished started to sprout into young womanhood.
Chelsea noticed the way her nubile young body affected the males around her. She learned to use her newfound power to get what she wanted. Boys her age and a little older proved almost too easy to manipulate.
Chelsea's handsome young teacher was the first adult male to fall under her spell. Her father proved to be a little more difficult, blatant sexual persuasion only brought out his stubborn streak. Her daddy was a sucker for the long flannel nightgown hugs he received after giving in to her wishes.
Two years later Todd came out of his house as she strutted down the sidewalk in front of his house. She was on her way to the mall, only a short walk away. Todd had to call to Chelsea twice before she stopped and turned, almost laughing at the way he hurried over to where she waited. The all too familiar lust was in his eyes as he tried to talk his way back into her heart. The tables had turned completely around. Chelsea wondered what had ever attracted her to the loser in the Macdonald's uniform standing nervously in front of her.
"Seems to me you only lasted about three strokes before you lost it Todd."
Chelsea snickered, as she looked him over. "Wow you're a real prize aren't you! A needle dicked boy with premature ejaculation, just what I've always wanted! That Macdonald's uniform really gets me hot too! How much are you making now Todd, 20 cents above minimum wage? GET LOST LOSER!"
Just then a carload of boys from her school stopped beside her wanting to give her a ride. Leaning on her elbows with her butt pointing directly at her old tormentor, she finally allowed the boys to talk her into climbing into their car.
Chelsea was shaken out of her reverie when the line leading into Mammoth Cave finally started moving in earnest. Even the forest ranger that would be their guide got flustered when she played with his tie before strutting by. With the memory of her revenge fresh in her mind Chelsea played her part to the fullest.
Once inside, her nipples proudly announced the temperature change to the other tourists. A boy of about 8 turned around as Chelsea stood behind him. His eyes bugged out at the view his short stature allowed. He pulled on his mother's dress to get her attention.
"Mommy, I can see that girls titties!"
She received a dirty look from the boy's mother just before she drug the wide-eyed boy away. After a while Chelsea noticed that the women and children were drifting ahead of her. The group of men stayed behind and quietly looked on with lust filled eyes when she paused to ask the flustered ranger a question or bent over a railing to look over the side. She felt her pussy gush from the excitement and wondered if there might soon be a wet spot in her crotch to show the men after a while.
Chelsea told herself, "It's a good thing I learned that there's safety in numbers." She knew that as long as she stayed with the group she would be safe among this pack of hungry wolves.
All of a sudden the lights went out. Chelsea and her group were plunged into total darkness. A hand from behind covered Chelsea's mouth before she could scream. The only sounds to be heard were her struggles and muffled protests and the shuffles of approaching shoes.
In the complete darkness, hands from every direction fondled every part of her body. The flimsy cut off tee shirt she wore was lifted away, exposing her nubile young breasts. She felt her slight 85-pound frame being lifted off the floor and carried to places unknown.
The countless warnings Chelsea's father had given her about the way she dressed and acted echoed in her mind. She knew that she was totally helpless at the hands of these men. It was time to pay the piper.
The multitude of hands in the pitch black of the cave acted as if they were commanded by a single mind. Fingers worked their way under the tight shorts, a button coming free, zipper worked down. What surprised the poor girl was although she could sense her captor's urgent needs, the hands were surprisingly gentle. It seemed that maybe each man around her was the father of a slutty acting daughter. They only wanted to finally relieve the sexual frustration built up as they witnessed their little girls grow into womanhood. Yes, she remembered the faces around her before the lights went off. They were eerily similar to her daddy's expression she'd seen so many times before. The look of lust and disapproval battling with each other for supremacy of action.
In mere minutes Chelsea was stripped naked then spread out on the cold stone floor. Pairs of hands each took their turn exploring the charms Chelsea's lewdly splayed apart body had to offer.
Chelsea felt herself being lifted off the cold stone floor. She writhed in unexpected pleasure as multiple tongues probed and licked every body part and orifice her 15-year-old body had to offer. Even her toes were nibbled and licked. No longer gagged, Chelsea cried out the release of her first non-self induced orgasm. Her hands clenched around blue steel erections pumping up and down on their own volition. All three holes were fucked mercilessly, time and time again. Time stood still as loads of semen exploded inside her cavities and rained upon her naked body. The poor girl lost count of the number of orgasm's she experienced.
The lights were back on when Chelsea awoke. She was alone and shivering, lying there naked on the floor. One of her tormentors must have felt guilty and draped his jacket over her. She eventually sat up and took stock of her situation, hugging the jacket around her. A pool of semen formed under her as it seeped out of her lower cavities. Her hair was matted and caked with dried semen. Almost every part of her body glittered with the flaky left over traces of the sperm that had coated it. On Shaky feet she stood and found her clothing strewn about the area. Amazingly not a single piece was torn. She winced at the soreness between her legs while struggling into her clothing. The next group of tourists eyed Chelsea suspiciously as she passed them, traveling in the opposite direction. Fortunately her donated jacket covered her body and hung almost to her knees. The thrill of playing the little slut had worn itself away.
Eventually made her way out of the cavern. She had hitch hiked out to the Mammoth cave and certainly didn't want to risk hitch hiking back home. In the pocket of her new jacket was a quarter.
Walking to the pay phone in the gift shop, she called the only person she could trust.
"Daddy? It's me. I'm so sorry for the way I've been acting lately! Daddy? I've gotten myself in a jam, can you come and get me?"
THE END