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   Subject:The Van Ride by Dark Dreamer (MF Gang Bang) -Repost
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     This starts out slow, but IMHO it's well worth the wait.
This story focuses on a young woman who gets into a van with
ten young men. The sexual tension builds up between them,
turning her horny as hell. The hotter she gets the more she
taunts and teases and plays with them, until the inevitable
happens and there's a wild gang bang. It's consensual
but a little rough.

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     There's something so wonderful about how your body feels
sometimes when you wake up in the morning. Your body feels all
relaxed, soft and warm...every time you move your muscles feel a
delicious sense of pleasure.
     You know, like when you've been standing in a line, say for
hours and can finally sit down...how wonderful your legs feel? Only
it's your whole body that feels like that. Every time you turn or
stretch you feel this all-over sense of peace and languorous
pleasure.
     It's even better if the room is kind of chilly and you're in
a soft, toasty warm bed, the covers drawn up around you.
     The problem is that usually on mornings you feel like that
it's a week day and you have to get up soon for school.
     Now I happen to be one of those people who likes school. The
classes are mostly boring, but easy, and there are piles and piles
of people there I know.
     But still, I like to stretch those wakeup times out as much as
possible, turning slowly, rolling my head.
     My bed is a double, because my parents got a new one, a whole
new bedroom set, actually, so gave it to me. They did get me a new
mattress, which was, like, a major relief. It would be incredibly
weird sleeping on the exact mattress where my parents had been,
like, doing it, you know?
     The only covers I usually have are one black satin sheet over
me, one under me, and the big, soft, fluffy down comforter that
goes on top and is wonderfully warm.
     I had to buy the satin sheets myself. My mother said it was a
ridiculous and unnecessary expense, and that she thought my head
was getting a little too swelled if I thought I should have satin
sheets.
     As if!
     I mean, sure people are always wanting to hang around me, and
I'm popular at school, and they're always calling and stuff, and
the boys...God, are like, all over me for dates and stuff. But I'm
not some snotty arrogant girl who thinks she's better than everyone
else.
     I do admit to feeling a secret pleasure at how pretty I am,
and what a good body I have. I mean, I look at some girls who have
lots of acne, or bad hair, or are like, real fat or flat chested,
or have big noses and stuff and I feel sorry for them.
     I lucked out, though. Well, it's genes, right. That's what my
science teacher says. Both my mom and dad are really good looking
so it would figure I probably would be too. Me and my brothers.
     I'm not a blonde. Wouldn't that be just too perfect? Sigh.
I've often thought of dyeing my hair just to see what it's like,
but I'm afraid people would think me a bimbo and, you know, too
concerned with my looks.
     After all I have great hair. It's a sparkling bright shade of
brown, a kind of light chestnut. It's very thick and full of body.
I've tried lots of styles and stuff but right now it's mostly
straight with just a little bit of wave, and about halfway down my
back.
     I prefer the windblown look in front, so it takes me a while
to blow dry it every morning. I have lots of unruly bangs that I
have to keep sweeping aside from my eyes, too. I like it, though.
I like the image it gives of partly sweet and innocent, partly sexy
and cool.
     My face is oval, and pretty nicely shaped, with wide,
cornflower blue eyes, a small, button nose, full, soft lips, and
just a tiny sprinkling of freckles. My skin, aside from those few
freckles is almost flawless.
     I took after my mother in that way, unlike my poor brothers
who take after my dad and are always having to dose themselves with
clearasil.
     I'm five feet six, which is just a bit short, but not real
short, if you know what I mean. I'd prefer four more inches, but I
can't complain. Like, my friend Beth is just five feet tall, so I'm
lucky compared to her.
     I have pretty good legs, nice and smooth and well-sculpted,
and my body is generally pretty healthy and athletic, since I use
my dad's exercise machine every weekend to keep firm and trim.
The two parts of me that matter, though, that all the guys go for,
are my ass and my boobs, and they're both just perfect.
     Like, my boobs, for instance, aren't super big. I would hate
to be really busty like Cheryl Cooper, who has these enormous boobs
that distort her shape no matter what she wears. Plus everyone
stares at them all the time, and make jokes about them. I've seen
them in the shower at school and they really are incredibly big.
I'd hate to have to walk around with so much weight.
     See, boobs can be kind of a pain. Don't get me wrong, I love
my boobs. I love to lay on my back and slide my hands over them,
just very lightly, following their lines, the smooth roundness of
their form.
     But boobs can be annoying when you want to move fast, like
running or jumping, or, like, when you want to lay on your belly,
or lean forward.
     Anyway, my boobs are kind of big. They're nothing like
Cheryl's. I think she's a thirty-eight double D. Mine are only
thirty-six Cees. But I'm kind of slim, so they really kind
of...uhm, stick out, if you know what I mean. They look bigger on
me than they are. I mean, if Holly Dunlop, who is six foot three
had my exact boobs they'd probably look kind of small.
     But on me they look good. They make my tops push out in just
the right way, just enough that guys look and think hmm, she's got
a nice set in there, but not enough for them to go, lookit the tits
on her. You know?
     I should mention my nipples. They're both wonderful, and also
a pain, like my boobs I guess. They're about the size of nickels.
Oh, well, I mean, the areolas are the size of nipples. The little
nipples are a lot smaller, of course. They're very pink, and
eeexxtreeeemmmlly sensitive.
     I've asked other girls, in a kind of roundabout way, if their
nipples are really sensitive, and I think mine are especially
sensitive, much more so than others. Just a little thought of
something arousing and they get all stiff and stick out really
really hard.
     My nipples are really obvious when they're hard, too. They
become fatter, almost as thick as my little finger, and stick out
through anything I'm wearing that's at all tight. And I like
wearing tight tops.
     They're also very sensitive to the cold, which can also make
them erect.
     And when they're erect, they become, like, incredibly
sensitive to any kind of touch. Just rubbing my arms against them
through my blouse or shirt cane send hot little tingles through my
chest...and then my boobs get swollen and hot too, and soon, for no
good reason I'm, like, really horny.
     I have a reputation for not dating much, and not doing a lot
on dates. You know why that is? It's because the first thing guys
go for once they're kissing you is your boobs, and I'm just a
fucking goner once some guy starts playing with my boobs. My mind
spins away, my insides turn to mush, my groin burns with a liquid
heat, and I'll do almost anything.
     So I pretty much avoid dating guys at school to keep from
getting a reputation as a whore. And it's all because of my super
sensitive nipples.
     Not that my boobs aren't sensitive too, of course. The skin
seems much softer and more sensitive than almost anywhere else on
my body, and stroking and caressing them turns me on even when it's
just me doing it. When a guy who knows what he's doing - and there
aren't many - gets his fingers digging into my soft mammary meat,
starts mashing and squeezing them...well, you combine that with a
little nipple work and I lose my mind.
     And a girl my age isn't supposed to act like that,  you know?
We're supposed to be pure and sweet and not let anyone go too far
unless we really, really love them and are in a long lasting
relationship...meaning a few months, anyway.
     My breasts are quite firm, and actually stick up just a bit,
rather than sagging. I could get away without wearing a bra
sometimes, like when I wear a sweatshirt, say, but the rubbing of
my nipples against the fabric always, always makes them hard, and
then people stare.
     My ass now, thank God, isn't nearly so sensitive. Ha! It looks
just as good, though, nice and firm and round, like an apple, so
guys stare at me coming or going. I have nicely rounded hips, not
too much, but a nice swelling from my thin, flat belly and narrow
waist.
     So guys can stare at me both coming and going!
     That's both embarrassing and exciting. I guess a lot of things
have good and bad points to them, huh?
     I mean, it feels weird walking past some strange
boys...actually even men now that I'm older...and knowing...just
absolutely knowing for sure that their eyes are turned and focused
right on your ass, watching it as you walk away. It's even
stranger, and sometimes embarrassing when they're facing me and I
catch their eyes looking down at my chest.
     But sometimes it's also kind of...exciting, you know? Knowing
they're thinking how good looking you are, knowing they're looking
at you and wishing they could get you undressed, that they're
imagining you naked, and wishing they could grope you and fuck you
and all...well, it can really be a turn-on.
     Not that it took me a lot to get turned on. I find my mind
turning to sex more and more these days. Of course, given the
things that have happened to me lately that isn't really
surprising.
     If my parents had any idea...
     I sighed and rolled over again under the covers, the soft
satin caressing my skin. I was naked, the way I always slept, and
I spread my legs wider, drawing my knees back a little so the soft
fabric would slide over my inner thighs.
     I slid my hands slowly up my body, along my soft, firm belly,
then up to my breasts, squeezing them slowly...gently...mashing
them together, then pulling them apart. My nipples hardened
immediately and I rubbed the satin across them and sighed in
pleasure.
     I thought about yesterday afternoon, and how it had changed my
outlook on many things having to do with sex.
     I had gotten all ready and gone out to a concert with this
guy named Kyle. It was a first date, and I didn't really know him
that well.
     Unfortunately, the concert was cancelled just after it started
due to a power failure of some kind. So we all broke up kind of
early. I tagged along with Kyle, hoping to get him alone somewhere
and...let him know what I was interested in.
     But he got a ride home for us with this other guy he knew who
owned a van. Not only were we not alone but we had to sit in the
back of the van, on the floor, with, like seven or eight other
guys. I was pissed off at first, because you couldn't so much as
whisper without everyone hearing. And I had wanted to get to know
Kyle a little, you know?
     Everyone talked pretty casual like, about the concert and
stuff, and nobody really flat out stared at me, but I started to
feel this kind of sexual tension in the air, and I, like, knew that
every single one of them wanted me.
     Does that sound arrogant? Well, maybe. Maybe it was the mood
I was in, which was majorly horny.
     Their eyes moved over me, then off, then back again. They all
seemed to be faced so they could watch me. I felt this kind of heat
in my groin.
     And then one of them talked about this backup singer who was
on the stage, and how hot she was, and another of them looked at me
and smiled and said, like, that she wasn't nearly as good looking
as me. And then they all agreed, and I felt this mental growl among
them, and knew they all wanted to do me.
     I had this fantasy of them all doing it, grabbing me and
fucking me together, a big gang bang. The thought was both
frightening and intensely arousing. It wasn't that I wanted to do
it, but the thought of it was enough to make my nipples harden
instantly.
     As I sat against the wall and tried to pretend a casualness I
didn't feel, the light coming through from the cars behind us and
around us, and the bright street lights was enough that any of them
would have clearly seen my nips sticking out against my shirt.
     So I pulled my knees up, kind of casual like. Of course, this
made the crotch of my tight jeans dig in against my pussy, and I
started getting really hot.
     And one guy was saying how maybe I should, like, try out as a
dancer or something. And then another one said, kind of as a joke,
that I should be a nude dancer. And I felt the sexual atmosphere
getting even tenser.
     I knew that I could have every one of them, the eight in back
and the two in front. Just me. And the idea was starting to turn my
pussy into a raging volcano. I wouldn't have them...they would have
me!
     I consciously lowered my legs, pushing them out, having to
drape them across the legs of a couple of other guys. Nobody
complained, though. I asked if they minded and they said no, then
one of them, who was further away kidded me about please rest my
leg on him.
     I was feeling almost light-headed with the sexual heat
churning in my belly then, and I teasingly stretched out one leg,
which meant spreading my legs wide, and laid it across his ankle.
And he pretended to moan and groan in excitement.
     "Don't get a boner, Rick," one of the others teased.
     I didn't really know their names. I mean, they'd given them to
me, of course, but when you get introduced to nine guys at the same
time it's awfully hard to remember any of them.
     "Keep away from him, Meghan. He's a pervert," another guy
across the van said.
     "Girls like perverts," Rick said.
     "Yeah right," someone snorted.
     "You like perverts, Meghan?" a guy asked.
     "Sometimes," I said with a grin and a shrug.
     A little voice in my head was saying "You better not fuck
around with these guys, Meghan. You're stuck in here with them and
who knows what might happen."
     I ignored it.
     The car that had been behind us passed us and this pickup
truck came up behind us. It had higher lights and they were beaming
almost right into the window, like into my face. I squinted my eyes
against it, and when one of the guys near the door said come and
sit there I decided to move.
     That meant crawling across a bunch of legs and feet on all
fours. The guy in the corner who'd offered reached out to take my
arm and help me forward, but then one of the guys nearer the front
of the van grabbed my ankle.
     "No. We want her near us," he laughed.
     "Yeah, we want Meghan up front," another guy said, grabbing at
my other ankle.
     "You've had her long enough," another of the guys near the
back doors said. And then he reached out and grabbed at my arm too.
     It was all playful...kind of..but also sexual, and I felt kind
of...proud for having all these guys looking at me and wanting me.
     I also felt a kind of exhibitionistic heat. Like, there I was
kneeling on all fours in tight pants, and there were several guys
behind me staring right at my ass. And also I was wearing that
loose-at-the-bottom cropped top and I saw a couple of guys trying
to look up it.
     Then I yelped as someone grabbed my ass.
     "No groping," one of them said. "Least without permission."
     Then I fell forward against one of the other guys near the
back, sprawled half across his lap before I could turn and finally
pull myself into the small space between two of them they'd managed
to make.
     One of them put his arm over my shoulder.
     "There. This is much better. Isn't it, baby?" he grinned.
     "Uh yes," I gulped.
     At least the bright lights of the following pickup weren't in
my face now.
     The talk turned a bit casual again, until some guy mentioned
a movie he'd seen that was then playing. It was set in the early
nineteen seventies.
     "Did you see how tight they wore their pants then?" he said.
     "Yeah," another guy nodded. "Fuckin amazing they could ever
get them on."
     "I liked the way the girls looked in them," another guy said,
to much agreement.
     "Hey, Meghan, how come girls don't wear really tight pants any
more?" one of the guys beside me asked.
     I shrugged. "I don't know, because it's not in style.  People
would think you were a showoff or a slut."
     "Your pants are kind of tight," another of the guys said with
a grin.
     "They're not that tight," I said defensively.
     Of course now all the guys were looking at my pants openly,
and I felt that shimmery heat down there again.
     "Yeah, but now girls wear those nice tops that don't come all
the way down," another guy said..
     "Yeah, I like those," another guy said.
     Others said they did too, and I giggled a little self-
consciously.
     "I saw this girl once and she bent over where I was sitting
down and you could look right up the bottom and see everything,"
another guy said.
     "Pervert," another guy said.
     "You'd just see her bra."
     "No, she didn't have a bra."
     "Cool."
     "You could see everything, man."
     "Let's get Meghan to bend over," someone said to laughter.
     "I'm wearing a bra," I said, a little embarrassed but also
excited.
     "Prove it."
     "Yeah, let's see it."
     "What kind of bra?"
     "Show us."
     "Take it off. Take it off."
     "Fuck you guys," I laughed.
     "Any time you want."
     "You wish," I said.
     "Girls have great underwear," one of them said.   "Guys have
boring underwear."
     "Yeah."
     "You like to wear girls underwear, Colin?"
     "I like to look at it," he protested amid laughter.
     "On girls," someone else said.
     "I like girls who don't wear bras," someone else said.
     "Or anything else," another guy laughed.
     "What's the name of that girl from The Neighbourhood on TV who
says she never wears underwear?"
     "That's Chelsea Rook."
     "Yeah, she's cute."
     "She's also flat," I said. "She doesn't need a bra."
     "You're not flat, Meghan," someone giggled.
     I blushed again, and folded my arms over my chest in mock
anger.
     "Sure isn't," another guy said.
     "Just tell us what color your bra is, Meghan so we can
fantasize," another guy said.
     "No way," I laughed.
     "Come on. White?"
     "No."
     "Black?"
     "No. It's green, okay?" I blushed again as several of them
laughed and whooped.
     "Green undies."
     "Show us."
     "Uh uh."
     "Come oooon. Please?"
     "You guys are perverts."
     "No, we're bored," another guy sighed.
     "Fucking traffic," another guy growled.
     "Yeah, hey, Eddie, can't you move this fucking thing?"
     "What do you want me to do, drive over the traffic in front?"
the driver called back.
     "Yeah."
     "Yeah."
     "So show us your bra, Meg."
     "No," I said, my insides churning and steaming.
     "Why not? You probably wear less on the beach."
     "That's on the beach."
     "You know what I like on the beach," a guy said. "Those thong
bathing suits."
     "Yeah," a half dozen guys said.
     "You ever wear one of those, Meg?"
     I shook my head.
     "Why not? All girls should wear them."
     "Too embarrassing," I said, blushing.
     I was kind of squeezed in between two guys, and one of them
had hand in his lap and his arm kind of pushing against the side of
my breast. It wasn't accidental either cause he had to lean forward
a bit from the wall to do it. I pretended I didn't notice.
     "Let's take a vote. Who wants to see Meghan's bra?"
     Everyone held or waved their arm and hand and shouted me!
     I giggled, then kind of gripped the bottom of my top and
yanked it up then down again.
     There were a bunch of yells and whistles and protests that it
hadn't been long enough, and they begged me to just do it again.
     "I was looking the other way."
     "I didn't see."
     "The light was in my eyes."
     So I kind of rolled my eyes and shook my head, then lifted the
top right up, baring my chest.
     The bra I was wearing was a lacy french one with half cups. It
was silky soft, which I liked because it made me feel sexy and
because with no friction against my boobs my nipples were less
likely to get hard.
     "What color are your panties?" a guy asked as soon as I pulled
my shirt down.
     "Forget it!" I exclaimed.
     "Nice bra."
     "Yeah."
     "Really sexy."
     I shrugged kind of cockily.
     "Nice boobs inside it."
     "Yeah!" several guys agreed.
     "Everything about Meghan is nice."
     "Oh right," I snorted.
     "Show us your boobs!"
     "No way!"
     "Show us your panties."
     "Oh, show me yours," I sniffed.
     "Sure."
     "We will if you will."
     "You show us yours and we'll show you ours," another guy
giggled.
     One guy knelt and lifted his T-shirt up under his arms,
pushing his bare chest out. Others laughed at him and one jerked
him back down. Another guy got to his knees and pulled his pants
down.
     He had black jockey underwear, and before he jerked his pants
back up I could see the clear outline of his cock, which looked,
not erect, but...not soft either.
     There were more taunts and shouts directed at him and he was
shoved back, but then a couple more guys got to their knees long
enough to jerk their pants down and display their underwear. One
guy had big boxer shorts with hearts on them and everyone,
including me, laughed like crazy.
     Well, then, feeling hot and sexy and basking in their lust I
pushed up onto my knees, undid my belt and opened my pants.
     "Now I'm only doing this once," I said.
     Everyone leaned forward to watch as I jerked my pants down and
bared my green lacy panties. they were very small, with a narrow
elastic waistband that clung to my hips, then dove deeply down to
the small V of fabric over my crotch.
     I trembled slightly as I held my jeans around my thighs, then
I jerked them back up and sat back down, doing up the catch as they
whistled and yelled their compliments. I flushed deeply,
embarrassed but super hot under their lust and attention.
     "Take it off! Take it off!" one of them yelled.
     "Yeah! Take it all off!"
     I shook my head, smiling self-consciously.
     "We'll show you ours," one of them said.
     "She'd need a magnifying glass, Joey," someone else sneered.
     "Yeah, fuck you, Miller."
     "You're both no bigger than worms," another guy said.
     "Yeah, and what's yours, spaghetti?"
     I just like, sat there quietly in the shadows as they all
argued about who had the biggest cock. This was an incredibly
strange position to be in. The only girl among all these guys, and
I kind of squeezed my pussy together, getting hotter and hotter.
     Then one of the guys across the van pulled his cock out of his
pants and showed it to everyone...including me. I gasped and
blushed even more as he was yelled at and taunted. He put it back
in, arguing with someone near him.
     There was so much shouting and laughter I couldn't hear much
of the words. Then another guy jerked his cock out and showed it to
everyone. It was bigger than the first guy. And then another guy
shouted for attention and pulled his out.
     He was hard.
     I held my breath and felt a tightness in my chest and a
squirming in my belly.
     Another guy pulled his out, and then one guy shouted that
they'd have a contest. Everyone would pull theirs out and see who
was the biggest and thickest.
     It was like they forgot I was there...Or at least, so I
thought, but then one of them turned to me, and I saw the hunger in
his eyes.
     "Meghan can be the judge," he said.
     The van got still for a moment, as all eyes turned to me, then
guys started pulling their cocks out, even the ones right beside
me. I shrank back against the wall as much as I could, heart
pounding like a triphammer.
     "No fair. You guys are hard," one of them said.
     "Maybe Meghan will help you out," another jeered.
     "Yeah. Want to Meghan?" the guy taunted.
     I shook my head in embarrassment, then held my breath as he
began to stroke his cock to get it hard. He looked up at me and his
cock thickened and lengthened almost at once.
     I tried to look somewhere there wasn't any cock, but there
wasn't any place to look.
     "Which is the biggest, Meghan?" one of them asked.
     "Yeah, judge?"
     "Maybe she needs a closer inspection," someone snickered.
     I thought again about a gang bang. The thought was still
frightening, but even more intensely arousing.
     I looked around at all those hard cocks and just kind of
pointed at one that looked bigger than the others. There was lots
of argument and I tried to ignore them.
     But hell, there were two guys pressing against me from either
side, and their cocks were sticking out of their pants all stiff
and hard.
     "We'll have a jerkoff contest," one of them said.
     I didn't know what his words meant at first, then my pulse
skyrocketed.
     Several guys laughed and jeered, but a few others, probably
because of me, agreed.
     "Circle jerk! Circle jerk!" one guy laughed.
     "Okay, first one to come wins."
     "We need some inspiration."
     "Yeah. Hey, Meghan, how about showing us your bra again?"
     "Fuck that. Show us your tits."
     "Yeah. Come on. We're showing you ours."
     "Let's see your tits, Meghan!"
     "Yeah, just for a second."
     "No way!"
     "Show us! Show us!"
     "Forget it!"
     "Come on! Come on!"
     "We wanna see!"
     One of the guys next to me grabbed the bottom of my blouse and
tugged on it, not seriously, but just teasing.
     I looked around, blushing but hot, then lifted my top again,
showing my bra. Then, with my heart pounding a mile a minute, I
unclipped the clip which fastened between the cups and let my bra
fall away.
     They were all whistling and yelling as I held my hands over my
breasts, then, almost unable to breath I pulled my hands away and
showed them all my swollen white boobs and hard pink nipples.
     One of the guys sitting beside me reached over and grabbed one
of my breasts, giving it a fat, hard squeeze before I jerked my arm
down and twisted away, and many of the others laughed and joked.
     "Okay, we need a prize for the winner," someone called.
     "A kiss from Meghan," another growled.
     "A kiss on the cock!"
     "A blowjob!"
     "No no. A kiss from the fair maiden and...her bra to remember
her by," the guy said.
     Everyone seemed to agree to that, though I protested a little.
I finally agreed then, too excited to care much.
     But then they wanted me to take it off first, so I shyly, and
excitedly pulled my top up again. I had to take it right off to
slip my bra straps over my shoulders, and my nipples felt
excruciatingly tender as their eyes feasted on them.
     I could have mostly hidden my boobs by holding the shirt over
them as I slipped my bra off, but it was making me too excited to
have them see. My breasts were so swollen I thought they would
explode, and I knew now that if I dropped my shorts to show them my
panties they'd see a big stain in the front.
     I covered my chest finally, with the shirt, as I held the bra
up by one strap. There were whistles and cheers and I blushed in
excitement and embarrassment.
     Then one of the guys took the bra and while I was looking at
him another reached forward and snatched the top away from me hard
enough to jerk me forward.. I fell on the pile of legs and feet,
complaining even though I was really not that upset.
     I covered my breasts with my arms, glaring at him.
     "Give it back!" I called amid the wolf whistles and scattered
obscene suggestions.
     "Come and get it," he taunted, holding it out.
     I kept my left arm across my breasts, cupping my right breast
in my hand as I leaned forward on my knees and grabbed for the top.
He kept jerking it back, and then as I got a hand on it he yanked
and I fell forward, sprawling across their legs and feet again.
     I felt a hand shoot in between my legs and grab my crotch as
I quickly pushed myself up to my knees again. I wasn't
as...desperate to cover my breasts as I might have been. I was
finding this embarrassing, true, but the excitement far outweighed
it.
     I grabbed at it again, much closer to him now, and he held it
above his head, then tossed it across the van to another guy. I
tried to grab at it and fell across several of their laps,
including a guy who had his hard cock out. I felt it pressing up
against my bare belly and gasped as I hurriedly pulled away.
     Not before he grabbed at one of my breasts though, and then
someone else grabbed my ass. I crawled over to the other guy who
had my top, then covered my breasts with one arm again as I
straightened on my knees, grabbing at it.
     "Give it!" I demanded.
     "Give me a kiss and I will."
     "Come oooon!"
     "Just one kiss."
     "All right," I pouted, heart pounding and head throbbing.
     Covering my breast with one arm I moved closer, bending
forward. I yelped as someone groped my crotch again and slapped at
the guy behind me, then turned back and moved closer, so I wouldn't
have to bend over. I straddled him and put an arm on his shoulder,
then leaned forward and kissed him.
     He immediately brought his arms around me, cupping my ass
while his mouth pushed hard against mine. His tongue pushed between
my lips as one of his hands came up behind my head, holding me in
place. Then his other hand came up and pushed my hand back so he
could sink his fingers into my breast.
     I yelped in shock and pleasure, the heat shooting through me
as I twisted aside. I fell back across their legs again, this time
on my back, my breasts jiggling and shaking. I quickly turned onto
my belly and tried to get to my knees only to have a hand grab my
crotch, and two more slide in from either side to grope my breasts.
     I shook free but one guy grabbed both my wrists. He was a big
guy, too, and kind of dragged me forward and right up against him
so he could mash his lips down on mine.
     At the same time someone grabbed at my shorts, yanking at
them. I tried to break free. I got one hand loose and reached back
for them but not in time. They jerked down my legs, taking my
panties with them.
     There was a roar of approval from them all as my shorts were
yanked right off my feet so hard they sent my tennis shoes flying
as well.
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part 2


     Now I was totally naked in one guy's arms as his tongue pushed
into my mouth. The guy beside him was groping one of my breasts,
and several more hands were groping and grabbing at my crotch and
ass.
     "Who needs a circle jerk when we got pussy!" one of the guys
yelled.
     "Dibs!"
     "Fuck you!"
     "I"m first!"
     They were all yelling eagerly as hands pawed at me.    I broke
loose from the guy kissing me only to fall back amidst them on my
back again. I was incredibly aroused, so much that I was on the
verge of coming. I was trembling with sexual pressure and
excitement, my nipples so hard they hurt.
     Their hands were all over me as I twisted and rolled, gasping
and panting, and slapping at them. I wasn't really fighting, and I
didn't want it to stop, but I felt...like I had to...to resist...or
at least, pretend to resist.
     Otherwise I'd be a slut, right?
     God! I realized they all were going to fuck me! and I think I
realized that even if I really and truly tried to stop it I
probably couldn't. They would gang rape me.
     And that made me even hotter, even more aroused. I rolled over
and over, my legs writhing as hands groped and grabbed and clutched
and squeezed at every part of me. I kicked at them, shouting, "No!"
and "stop it!" and  "Let me go!"
     But I wasn't serious, and whether they knew it or not I don't
think by then that they would have cared as their hands fought each
other for possession of my nubile young flesh.
     A big hand cupped my pussy and held it firmly as I wriggled
and writhed and kicked, then someone grabbed one of my wrists, and
someone else grabbed my other hand and I was yanked over on my
back. More hands grabbed my ankles, pulling them wide, as half a
dozen hands ran over my body, pinching my nipples, squeezing my
breasts, and groping at my pussy and ass.
     I continued to wriggle and writhe, demanding they release me.
     "Let me go, bastards!"
     "After we fuck you, baby!"
     "She's gonna get fucked good tonight!"
     Then I came. The heat of the hand squeezing my cunt, the other
hands clawing at my breasts, and the whole deliriously sexual
situation was just too much. I had to hide my orgasm, though. So I
directed the excess energy into straining at their hands, arching
my back repeatedly, pulling with my hands and legs as they fought
to restrain me.
     My gasped and yowls were taken as anger, fear, frustration,
whatever. I don't think any of them realized I was in the midst of
a powerful, gut wrenching orgasm as I sobbed and moaned and
wriggled violently.
     Part of it was they were distracted by arguing over who would
be first, but mostly it was just that they probably couldn't
imagine a girl who would orgasm as a group of guys was preparing to
gang rape her.
     The orgasm shook me the core, and drained my energy down to
almost nothing. I went limp at last, in their arms, laying on the
floor of the van as they held me spreadeagled. I was gasping for
breath, my chest heaving, and they probably just thought I was
exhausted from my resistance.
     Then the first guy knelt there between my spread legs. They
were all around me, hands still stroking and squeezing at my
breasts and crotch as he dropped his pants and pulled out his hard-
on. I moaned softly as I looked up at him, and he leered excitedly.
     He gripped his hard-on and pressed it against my cleft,
rubbing it up and down as he shuffled a bit closer.
     "No!" I gasped. "D...don't! Let me go!"
     I writhed in their grip again, straining at their hands,
arching my back and thrashing weakly.
     Then he gripped my hips and sank his prick into me. I felt
myself pierced, felt his cockhead sliding effortlessly through the
tight, hot, wet folds of my pussy flesh, tearing my tight fuck
tunnel open as it drove down into my belly.
     "Ram it in there, Mike!"
     "Fuck her!"
     "Give it to her, man!"
     "Stick that cock up her!"
     "Uhnggghhhh," I groaned.
     "She loves it, man!"
     "Ooh! OhhH!" I gasped.
     I felt myself stuffed to the brim and his cock wasn't even
buried in me yet. His hands slid up my body and squeezed my breasts
hard as he thrust in hard and deep, driving his cock in to the
hilt.
     I shuddered, my sexual fires screaming higher and higher as
they all whistled and yelled and clapped in approval.
     "Fuck her hard, Mike!"
     "Pound that pussy!"
     "Root the bitch, Mike!"
     He dropped forward atop me, leering in pleasure, griding his
pelvis against my thighs as he gripped my hair. I gasped in pain as
he pulled at it, forcing my head back. Then he crushed his lips
against mine, his tongue shooting into me as he continued to grind
his pelvis against me.
     His hard chest crushed my breasts as he began to hump, his
cock sliding back through the straining, clutching lips of my sex,
fighting the pull of my tight pussy tunnel. Then he drove it back
into me and I grunted into his mouth as I felt that delightful full
feeling again.
     It wasn't just his fucking, though. It wasn't even mostly
that. It was being here helpless, held down, with all of them
watching. It was their wild laughter and lewdly expressed comments.
It was their leering eyes and exultantly displayed lust.
     It was being gang raped. Me. Me, Meghan Turner was being held
down and gang raped! Oh my God!
     I thought about my mother and father. What were they doing
now? Could they possibly imagine what their little girl was doing
now. They were sitting at home reading, not for a second imagining
that sweet, innocent Meghan was being held down naked by
eight...ten guys who were getting ready to...to rape her, to gang
rape her!
     He was all over me, squashing me to the floor as he began
humping faster, his hips grinding, his cock pumping back and forth
through my taut pussy lips, rasping heavily across my hard little
clit.
     I felt them jerking my legs even further apart, and arched my
back a little, wriggling to keep up the show of resistance. His
cock pounded down into me now, and my insides were being churned to
a froth by his big cock.
     He jerked my head back hard and his mouth came down against
the nape of my neck, biting down and sucking as he threw his hips
down and forward, tearing his prick back and forth inside me.
     Then he grunted and cursed, thrusting in especially hard,
jamming his meat into my belly. I felt his prick get even bigger,
felt it throbbing, then exploding inside me, and whimpered in
wondrous delight at the knowledge that his juices were flooding
down into my tight pussy.
     He fell heavily atop me, gasping for breath. Then he pushed
himself off, rolled back, and another guy knelt there. He pressed
his prick into me and thrust deep. He didn't drop atop me, but
knelt there, fucking steadily, his cock pistoning through my cunt
opening for several minutes until he came.
     Then the next guy moved in and jammed his cock home. He fell
atop me and grabbed my hair like the first one did, crushing his
mouth down and grabbing my breast in a tight, hard, painful grip,
squeezing furiously as he pounded into me.
     All the time the others watched in excitement, laughing and
joking, elbowing each other, yelling to them to fuck me harder, to
really give it to me. They were really charged up sexually, and I
realized they saw me as nothing more than a cunt, a piece of fuck
meat for them to use.
     That didn't insult me. Instead it made me even hotter. I
strained and writhed in their grip from time to time, moaning as
another, then another guy dropped on top of me and slammed their
cock home.
     Then one of them jerked my legs away from those holding them,
lifting them up and jamming them back. He gripped them behind the
knees, forcing them way back and apart, raising my ass off the
floor as he pounded down really, really hard.
     I grunted with each impact, yelping an gasping as his tool
ripped into me. My ass hurt from the bruising pounding he was
giving it, but my cunt was steaming and burning. I came again,
clenching my jaws to keep from screaming, shuddering and trembling
as they all slapped his back and urged him to pound me.
     "That's it, Jim! Fuck the bitch!"
     "Rip her cunt open, man!"
     "Give it to her!"
     "Look at him go!"
     "She's gotta feel that!"
     "That's gonna be one sore little ass tomorrow!"
     God, my back ached as he bent me back even more, and I felt
waves of lewd excitement as he split my legs and showed everyone
everything I had. His hips were smacking against my ass loud enough
to be heard over the laughter and shouting from the guys watching,
and my pussy was in heaven as his meat slipped back and forth
through it.
     Then he gave a final thrust and let go of my legs, sitting
back on his heels and pulling his prick loose.
     My legs fell to the van floor as I groaned with the sudden
release of pressure on my back. Another guy moved in, an older one
with a beard.
     "Turn her over," he called. "Turn her on her belly."
     I hardly paid much attention to his words as the others rolled
me over, and quickly grabbed my arms and legs again, jerking them
wide. I moaned weakly as his hands moved over my ass.
     I heard spitting behind me, then something pressed against my
asshole. My eyes went wide and I gasped in shock. I was
simultaneously filled with fear and a deep, powerful heat as his
cockhead pressed down forcefully, trying to push past my sphincter.
     "No! Don't!" I cried, writhing, thrashing, straining against
their grip on my wrists and ankles.
     "Oh, man! He's gonna shove it up her ass!"
     "Fuck her ass, Steve!"
     "That little ass will never take a cock that big!"
     "She'll take a fuckin' fence post if she has to!"
     "Man, I gotta do that!"
     "Yeah, me too!"
     "Uhnhngggghh!" I groaned as his cock thrust into me, forcing
its way through my little opening.
     "I've wanted to do that to every tight assed bitch I've met!"
     "Feed her cock, Steve!"
     "Stuff that ass full, man!"
     His cock pulled back, then thrust in hard and I cried out as
I felt impaled on its hard, thick length. He drove it into me,
hammering it forward against the resistance of my virginal ass. It
ached, and felt kind of...rawly sore, but I was too aroused to care
about pain.
     I was filled with the lewdest excitement at this all, knowing
it was the hottest, sexiest, sluttiest thing for any girl in the
world to do.
     I felt cramps in my belly as his prick pushed really deep and
groaned in pain. He pulled back then rammed forward and drove his
prick to the hilt in my ass. I shuddered and sobbed, my face
pressing down into the van floor as he ran his hands over my body.
     "Like that, baby?" he jeered.
     "Fuck her!"
     "Ream her out!"
     He started to do just that, pulling his prick back down my ass
tunnel, then shoving it forward again. It hurt, but the pleasure
shielded me from most of the pain, and as he fucked harder my anal
muscles seemed to dissolve, to stop resisting.
     His meat pushed easily through my tunnel then, fucking
steadily, in and out, in and out, in, out, in, out, in out. His
hands came down on the floor to either side of my head as he leaned
into me, and his cock pumped even harder.
     God, it felt so strange! His big, meaty pole of flesh was
tearing up and down inside me, where I'd never felt anything
before, and my clitty was grinding against the floor as my body was
jerked to and fro by his heavy thrusts.
     My body was jarred violently by each of his hard blows, and
again my ass took the main force of it as he pounded into me.
     The van was bouncing a little, rocking as it moved over some
rough road, then it stopped as he dropped atop me, his cock buried
in my ass. He groaned and held still, and I knew his sperm was
draining down into my bowels.
     The side door of the van was yanked open as he got up and off
me. Hands grabbed my wrists and dragged me across the floor and out
the door. My rubbery legs wouldn't support me, but they didn't need
to as two of them held me between them and moved me around in front
of the van.
     We were in a small clearing amidst bushes and trees, and it
was dark. Then they threw me down on the grass with the lights of
the van in my eyes. I lay there, gasping and moaning as they all
surrounded me.
     Then one of them moved forward. I tried to crawl away but he
grabbed my hips and pressed himself into me from behind. I moaned
and then cried out as he grabbed my hair to hold me in place.
     I felt his cock pressing against my asshole, then it thrust in
hard and he shifted his grip to my shoulders as he started humping
into me.
     The others moved closer, snickering and laughing, some on
their knees near us, others still standing as they all watched.
     Then one moved forward in front of me, holding his cock in his
hand. He gripped my hair, and I cried out as he forced my head up
and back. Then he stuffed his cock into my open mouth.
     "Suck it, baby. Suck that cock!" he growled.
     These guys, who had all seemed so nice and polite before, were
now wild-eyed and hot, reduced to their bestial instincts as they
surrounded me and their cocks hungered to plunge into my soft
flesh.
     I felt overwhelmed by it all, but my pussy was juicing and
burning with need as the guy behind me pounded his hips into my
buttocks, and I eagerly began to suck the second cock as he twisted
and pulled at my hair.
     My breasts were dangling below me like udders, swinging back
and forth as my body was hammered from behind. Hands reached out
and grabbed at them, fingers digging into the tender flesh,
pinching and pulling, twisting and squeezing, fighting each other
for possession as they cursed and growled in lewd desire.
     And all around me the guy continued their laughter and jeers
and lewd, obscene chants.
     "Yeah! Fuck her! Fuck the slut!"
     "Ream her tight ass!"
     "Fuck her face!"
     "Jam it down the bitch's throat!"
     "Ha! Let her choke on that meat!"
     "Lookit these tits!"
     "I'm next."
     "No I am!"
     "Fuck you!"
     "Hey, let's fuck her tits!"
     I heard their words, the babble surrounding me, and I moaned
in lewd delight as they beat down on me, making me feel like an
absolute animal, a sexual toy for their use. I wasn't Meghan any
more. I was their bitch, their slut, and they could do anything
they wanted to her!
     The cock I was trying to suck kept jerking to and fro in my
mouth. Partly it was because my body was being jerked back and
forth by the guy riding me, and partly it was cause the guy in
front was fucking his cock into my face rather than just kneeling
still while I sucked.
     Yesterday I wouldn't have allowed that, but today, tonight, I
gave myself totally to them, becoming a thing, a creature of sex,
a helpless fuck toy for them to rape and abuse
     I came again, my insides exploding, lights sparkling before my
eyes, my nervous system in meltdown as I bucked and jerked and
shook in spastic glee.
     And in the midst of it the guy in front fucked his cock
forward so deep it slid right into my throat. There was a moment of
surprise, then a lack of care. My orgasm was still tearing my
insides apart and I just didn't care what happened.
     The guy in front of me cursed, and then the rest of them
joined him, shouting in disbelief and excitement as they saw his
balls pressing against my chin. I could hardly see anything since
my face was pressed into his belly, but I noted the shouts in some
distant corner of my mind, and purred in delight that they were so
excited at what I was doing.
     When my mind kind of came back I realized that there was this
big, thick...something in my throat, and a moment later that it was
his cock. My eyes widened in surprise, and I felt a momentary
panic, but since it was already deep inside me...and I was able to
breath, the panic eased.
     The biggest problem most girls have with deep throating is
they think they'll choke, and so they panic and gag. But since it
had kind of happened before I was even aware of it there hadn't
been time to panic or worry. Besides, I had done it before...with
Sean...and survived it. Right?
     One thing I quickly found out was that if you're relaxed
enough you can actually breath with a cock in your throat. And I
was so relaxed that I was able to draw in enough air right from the
start, so had no fears on that score.
     So I could just kneel there and concentrate on the strange
sensation of having a cock in my throat. I had only heard of deep
throating a couple of times, and had dismissed it as something no
normal girl could do. But here I was doing it, and it was easy!
     It only got a little harder when he started to move, started
to ease his cock back up my throat. But just about then the guy
raping my asshole went into overdrive, and that kind of distracted
me a little.
     Then he slapped my ass hard several times as he came inside
me. He pulled back and my ass felt cold for a moment without
someone pressed against it.
     Then someone else moved into place and mounted me, this time
plunging his cock into my pussy. I groaned in delight around the
stiff pecker in my throat, pushing back against him as he dug his
fingers into my flanks and started fucking me good and hard.
     The guy in front of me, fucked his cock back into my throat
then, and I stared at the glistening shaft as it slid forward and
disappeared into my lips. He groaned, squeezing my head, crushing
my face against his belly as the rest of them growled their
approval.
     "Suck that cock!"
     "Swallow his meat, baby!"
     "Lookit that cunt swallow cock!"
     "Yeah, and her mouth too!"
     "I gotta do that!"
     One bent right over, his face right against mine to sneer at
me. "You like the taste of that, bitch? Huh? You like swallowing
cock meat?" 
     I felt my pussy burning as the cock fucking me stroked heavily
across my clit. It was driving deep too, with my ass up and legs
apart. I grunted and moaned, my mind reeling, my nervous system
disintegrating under the constant bombardment of high pressure
sexual heat.
     The cock fucked his cock slowly up and down my throat, then he
came, pouring his jis down into my belly. The instant he slipped
out several others fought to take his place. Then my hair was
grabbed and another prick shoved into my mouth, then almost at
once, forced down my throat.
     Another followed him, then another, as my throat began to
ache.
     But by then most of them had come inside me once and were more
relaxed, and more playful.
     They pulled back, and one guy, a grinning blonde, lay down on
the grass. They made me crawl over him, straddling his body, then
he gripped his cock as I sank down atop it.
     He pulled me down against his body and held me there for a
minute as another guy pressed his cock against my bung hole and
slowly forced it into me to the hilt. I had two cocks in my belly
now and I quivered and groaned from the full, bloated feeling.
     The guy behind me pulled my hair back, forcing my head way
back, making me cry out in pain. I pushed myself up off the other
guy's chest, my arms straight below me, back still arched. Then
another guy moved forward and gripped my hair, twisting my head to
the side.
     His cock pushed forward, and I was triply pierced. My head was
twisted to the side this time, and it was much harder and more
awkward taking the guy's prick down my throat. They didn't give me
any option, though. 
     The three of them began working their cocks in and out of me,
laughing and taunting each other, grunting and thrusting, their
hands all over me as they twisted and turned me to meet their
wishes.
     My insides were a fiery liquid stew as the two big stiff
boners jerked in and out and twisted around in my guts. They
squashed and squeezed me between them, their hot, sweaty flesh
pressing against my body as they gasped and panted and cursed and
growled their lust at me.
     I just felt like...like I was so totally and completely USED
by these hot, horny guys!
     I felt my mind blasted by another towering orgasm, this one
even more shattering then the others. If it weren't for the cock
down my throat I would have screamed my pleasure to the world, and
none of them would have had any doubt about how I felt.
     As it was they took my thrashing and shaking and desperate
gurgling moans as an attempt to break free. Hands tightened on my
arms and in my hair, and I felt several slaps on my ass cheeks as
they cursed and ordered me to stop.
     A minute later they spewed their juices into my throat, pussy
and ass. I was dumped off, and for a few seconds I was left on my
back in the grass, groaning. Then one of the others knelt between
my legs and jammed his prick down my wet pussy.
     Another squatted in front of me and lifted my head up by
grasping a fistful of hair, forcing my head way back so he could
push his prick into my mouth and then down my throat.
     I tasted something strange on the cock in my mouth, something
unfamiliar, and realized after a few moments that it was the pussy
cream from my own cunt! I moaned in lewd disbelief, then sucked
harder still, thinking of how low and slutty I was.
     They rode me hard and fast, and all I could do was lay there
and groan. They guy in my pussy finished and got off, and the guy
in my throat pulled out just long enough to spew his juices into my
face. He laughed, as did the others sitting and squatting around,
and smeared it all over my face with his sodden cock.
     He got up and I lay still, chest rising and falling quickly,
cum trickling out of my sore asshole and pussy.
     "Oowww!" I cried as someone grasped a fistful of my hair from
behind and yanked up and back.
     I instinctively shot my hands back, clawing at his hand and he
cursed and let go, dropping me back into the grass. I turned,
blinking my tired eyes up at him as he cursed me.
     Then a couple more of them grabbed my arms and dragged me to
my knees.
     "Fucking bitch!" he snapped.
     I moaned and tugged at my arms but they held them tightly,
their fingers digging into my wrists. They pulled them together
behind my back. I struggled, gasping and panting, whining in
confusion as they produced a strip of cloth, wrapped it around my
wrists and bound them tightly together behind me.
     One of them grabbed my hair once more, forcing me up to my
feet and holding my head back. He marched me over next to the van,
then pushed me down onto my knees once again and pulled my face in
against his crotch.
     As tired and sore as I was I had felt a sudden, frighteningly
powerful burst of excitement when I had realized my arms were being
tied behind my back. Now the sexual energy flowed through my veins,
giving me new strength as I slipped my mouth over his cockhead.
     I felt so utterly helpless like this, and so indescribably
erotic! I pulled and tugged against the bonds...what felt like soft
cord...binding my wrists, not to escape but feel the tightness
against my flesh.
     He made no effort to push his cock into my throat, content to
have me bob my lips up and down as he slid his fingers through my
hair. 
     Then he sat back in the open door of the van, pulling me over
so I had to bend. He pulled my face off his cock then and grinned
at me as he gripped my tits.
     His strong fingers dug into the soft, now bruised flesh, and
I groaned as he pinched my nipples.
     Then he eased forward, spreading his legs wide, bringing his
stiff boner up against my breasts.
     He squashed them around his prick then and began to rub and
squeeze them against it as he tried to pump against me. I had no
idea what the fuck he was doing, but could only groan and gasp and
go along as he used my breasts to jerk himself off with.
     My breasts were super sore, and super sensitive, and my
nipples were on fire as he worked my meat around his. I was quickly
got so hyper aroused...this time....oddly, not through my groin but
through my breasts, that I could barely keep from coming.
     Then someone took a jack handle or something, something thick
and round anyway, and jammed it up my ass so deep I screamed.
Someone twisted my head to the side and another cock jammed into my
face as the guy said. "Well, this'll shut the bitch up."
     He pumped it in and out as they all laughed, and my body
exploded in orgasm as my squeals of pleasure became muffled whines.
     That took the last of my energy, and I knelt there almost
semi-conscious now as he finished, pulled out, and sprayed his load
into my face. The guy fucking my tits took a little longer, then he
came too, with long, stringy wads of white jism spurting against my
tits and chest.
     That was when they pulled me back from the van and made me
kneel in the middle of them all as they held their cocks. I knelt
there weakly, head down, swaying as they all jerked off, or tried
to. Not all could get it up since most had fucked me twice now.
     But they were young, and I was a sight to behold, no doubt the
hottest thing they'd ever seen or even imagined.
     They all tried to time it. I could hear them shouting to one
another, some slowing down or stopping so as not to come too fast,
then they all moved in as close as they could...the ones that were
ready, and jism started flying.
     It spurted against my hair and face. It splashed on my back
and breasts and thighs. It dribbled down my belly and between my
legs and over my buttocks as they all laughed and jeered and
squeezed every drop of white juice out their cocks.
     I fell back on my ass, groaning weakly as they all got their
clothes together, got dressed, then piled back into the van. There
was some discussion about what to do with me...which I didn't pay
much attention to. I think some wanted to just leave me there like
that, while others wanted to take me home.
     Anyway, a couple of them got out, finally, and one grabbed a
long thin stick and smacked my ass, ordering me to get into the
van.
     I climbed to my feet and staggered over to the van, then
practically fell inside. They made me lay in a corner by myself as
the van pulled out and headed back into town.
     I think I fell asleep on the way back. Then the van was
stopped and the side door was opened. Someone pushed his foot
against my stomach, rolling me over, then put it against my back,
shoving me towards the door.
     He leaned over and cut the cord from my wrists, then literally
shoved me out the door. I heard laughter, then my clothes were
tossed after me, the door closed, and the van tires squealed as it



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