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   true story...





   Rag doll

   by Valeska





   In the 10th grade we made a school trip to Tuscany.  It was the last
year of middle school, and we were just a few month away from our
graduation.  Most of my classmates were 16 like me, few a year or two
older, depending on their previous success in school.

   We stayed at a little hotel near the beach, not much more comfortable
than a youth hostel, but the beach and a place to sleep were all we needed.
I shared a room with 5 other girls and I was lucky enough to get one of the
upper bunk beds.  Most of the rooms looked the same.

   Every day we would make a trip to one of the historic sites, which
interested me more than most of the others.  And every evening we would
party on the hotel terrace, get drunk on red wine that we were not used to.
One night the party got relocated from outside to one of the boys rooms. 
Like every night a teacher would come to end the party:

   "Now everybody out of here who doesn't belong in here!  Go to bed!"

   Reluctantly people started to leave the room, but on one of the lower
bunk beds, very comfortable and very tipsy, I decided that tonight I would
like a special invitation just for myself before I gave up my place.  But I
must have been out of the our teacher's site, so after everybody except me
left he slammed the door shut, not without yelling:

   "Now I don't want to see anybody on the hallway anymore!"

   To my surprise I was suddenly left in the room with the six boys that
occupied it, and we all burst out in laughter at our new situation.

   We continued the party, just a little quieter to not attract any more
attention by the teachers.  So we drank more red wine, chatted, joked and
laughed, but like every party it was slowly but surely leaning towards its
end.  That confronted us with a new problem though, if nobody was allowed
on the hallway, I must stay in the room, and if I stayed, how would we all
get ready for bed?  And in which bed would I sleep?

   The first boy decided to go to the bathroom change into his pajama
shorts, very much to the immature laughter of all the rest of the boys. 
The second boy chose to get changed in the room with his back to me,
telling me I could watch and I would like what I see.  And I did.  I liked
his ass and after a bottle of red wine I wasn't shy in telling him.

   All six of them were regular teen boys, none of them I particularly
favored or disliked, but that night they all looked good to me.  I suppose
besides the alcohol I was flattered to be center of their attention for
once.  I suppose I was an average girl myself, pretty but never the
prettiest, smart but never the smartest, funny but never the funniest.  The
attention usually focused on others, but that night it was all about me.

   I suppose the boys tried to challenge each other, so the third got
changed facing me, giving me a short glimpse of his cock.  Again much to my
approval.  That must have inspired the forth not to bother to change at
all, but to just pull down his pants and ask me if I liked his cock more.

   "Boys, I can't see them very well from back here.  You'll have to come
closer."

   Sassy me.  I'm usually not like that.  Both boys came forward to show me
their best part in detail, and soon the others felt brave enough to join,
so that I suddenly found myself circled by six cocks.

   The sight of a cock was not unknown to me, I wasn't a virgin anymore,
but it still was something new and exciting to me, and six of them all
lined up for me made my eyes widen in fascination.  I stared at them,
wondering about the different shapes and sizes.

   "Now which do you like best?"

   I heard the words, and it actually surprised me that there was somebody
talking who was attached to that cock.  I didn't answer.  I just
instinctively reached out for a cock and took it into my hand.  It grew
rock hard in an instant, to the roar of the other boys.  Of course
everybody wanted me to touch it now.  And I did.  As every one of them got
hard in my hands my own reaction started to change too.  I seemed to
instantly sober up, but all the energy of my body seemed to be sucked down
into my lower belly, creating a powerful feeling of arousal.

   Only one boy didn't get hard in my hands, the one who had changed in the
bathroom before.  His face turned red in embracement, and some of the other
boys started to giggle.  Maybe I took pity in him too.  Maybe I was annoyed
my hand didn't make him hard.  Or maybe I just wanted it.  But I leaned
forward and wrapped my lips around his cock.  It grew hard in a second. 
The other boys didn't laugh anymore, they just silently watched me suck. 
The felling in belly just grew stronger as I felt their eyes on me.  I
teased the tip of his cock with my tongue and garbed his balls with my
hands.  It took him less than a minute to cum.  He filled my mouth and I
swallowed everything down, spilling not a single drop.  The taste of cum
was not new to me either, but it confirmed my experience that every guy has
a slightly unique taste to him.

   "I think I like this one the best."

   I hardly finished that sentence before five cocks pointed straight to my
mouth to be the next one to be sucked.  Soon it felt like a dozen hands on
my body, pulling, tugging and ripping my clothes, buttons flying away. 
Every inch of revealed skin was instantly explored by another hand,
touching me all over.  Fingers started to rub my slit, not that it wasn't
already flowing with moisture, but the boys wanted to check for themselves
before they entered me.  The boys took turns at my mouth and at my pussy,
with their young energy fucking me like rabbits, shooting their loads
inside of me or over me whenever they came.  My mind was far beyond any
ration, it was overwhelming to me to be the center of all that sexual
energy.

   Animal instinct.  That's what it was.  Not only for me but for the boys
too.  These regular teen boys turned into a pack of wolves and they turned
me into their prey.  When the first guy entered my ass I wasn't asked
anymore, instead he asked one of the others to hold my arms secure.  He
wasn't gentle anymore, he just forced into me.  It was painful.  And I
would have screamed if not a cock was pushing into my throat at the very
same moment.  If I had asked them to stop they wouldn't have.  You could
have called it gang rape.  But I loved every second of it.

   They took turns on me over and over and over again.  I lost count on how
many loads were shot into my pussy, my ass, my mouth or on my face.  After
a while I just noticed it becoming less cum, I supposed they were wearing
themselves out.

   And suddenly it stopped.  Just like that.  I got kicked onto the floor
as every of their guys took their own bed.  They switched of the light and
went to sleep.  I remember thinking about what just had happened as I lay
down on the floor, but it was too much for my mind to process.  In the end
I was just exhausted, and it didn't take me long to fall asleep.  In the
night I woke several times to one of the guys having another fuck or
shooting his load into my face.  I don't know how often, I wasn't sure if
it was dream or reality and I didn't care.

   I woke up again at the first sunbeam.  As I stood up I could see myself
in a mirror.  Naked, my face and hair plastered with dried cum, bruises all
over my body.  I collected my clothes, tried to get some of them on but all
were shred to pieces.  Carefully I checked the hallway.  It was empty and I
hushed naked across it to my own room.  I could feel my sore pussy and ass
at every step I made, and cum was still oozing from them.

   I silently entered the room, all the other girls were sleeping and I
hushed into the bathroom.  I took a shower and dressed in a bathrobe. 
Nobody even noticed that I was gone for the night.  That happens when you
are not the center of attention.




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