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This creates problems when she takes sex ed in school and refuses to admit she has a vagina until some staff members teach her the error of her ways. (MM/f-teen, ped, reluc, 1st, preg) *** 13 year old Michelle Andrews was determined to hang on to a crucial part of her anatomy. Halfway through her 12th year she got her first period. The only one at home was her uncle who was as embarrassed to answer her questions as she was to ask them. After giving her reassurance that what was happening to her was perfectly natural, he took her to her room, booted up her computer and then realized she didn't have the bookmark he wanted. He told her to wait as he was going to email her a bookmark. When he left she thought back to when she was 8 she and had stumbled on an anatomy book at the library and had experienced her first orgasm reading about sex and reproduction. She was familiar with the concept of virginity but had not heard of the official name for her pee pee--vagina. In her preteen mind the two became mixed into "virgina". When someone pointed out her mispronunciation she felt ashamed and stood up for herself by saying it was a real word. It was, she insisted, the proper name for a virgin vagina. It didn't become a vagina until its first fuck. At his screen her uncle accidentally sent her the folder with the bookmark instead of the bookmark itself. "Drag the attachment to your bookmark folder," he called down the hall to her. "Okay. I did," she replied. "Click on it," he said thinking the page he wanted would come up on the screen. Instead she opened the folder he sent which had bookmarks for his favorite porn and sex sites. "Has the window come up yet?" "Which bookmark is it?" "It's called Everything You Want To Know About Sex..." "Got it!" He closed his special folder and his bookmarks and went back down the hall to her room. She was waiting expectantly in front of her screen that was asking for her username and password. He wrote down his name and password and told her she could use it anytime she needed. The sight was mainly PG and contained basic info and diagrams found in school sex ed classes. Her uncle was proud to think he had helped Michelle out without having embarrassing conversations while hiding his erections and not staring at her developing tits and ass. She could learn about sex at her own pace and get answers from the professionals that ran the page. Michelle thanked her uncle who left her to her own devices. For the next two hours Michelle was glued to her desk chair. Since the seat was varnished wood and her panties were history as soon as her uncle closed the door, the gluing was as much physical as metaphorical. Her juices were flowing more than they ever had. She read all about menstruation and ovulation and realized hr body was now capable of becoming pregnant and a thrill ran down her spine at the idea of fucking with the risk of a baby. Michelle finished her third round of masturbation when she saw the blood on her hand and sprang off her chair where the evidence of her period glistened with her own lube. She quickly stripped off the rest of her clothes and wiped off the chair and her pussy and went across the hall to the bathroom to take a shower. When she had dried off she remembered two boxes in the back of the closet left by her mother when she died. One was pads and one was tampons. She decided to not use tampons until she had traded her virgina for a vagina so she took the unopened box of pads back to her bedroom and put one in a clean pair of panties. Then she thought about her mother and the stories she had told her about being a virgin on her wedding night and how special that had made things. She decided then and there that she wanted to keep her virgina until her wedding night and then have her husband give her a vagina. That didn't stop her from being fascinated with sex and masturbation. During the next week she felt it was too risky with her period because she didn't want to get blood on her bed or chair but she made up for it over once it ended. She found herself going more and more to her uncle's folder and found his taste seemed to run to younger women and even girls who looked to be her age. One site even had girls as young as 5 or 6 having actual sex with grown men. All the girls seemed to enjoy it. There were story sites she found even more arousing as the words created images in her mind of girls having their first sexual encounters and getting their own vaginas. Her biggest problem was in her sex-ed class at school. She had a crush on Phy-Ed teacher and Coach Don Rasmus but she insisted she did not have a vagina. She would not bend on this insistence even when he told her she would fail Sex Ed if she couldn't correctly identify her own body parts. She had met with the Principal, the Assistant Principal and her guidance counselor all to no avail. It was decided that drastic action would be required to save her from a failing grade and a black mark on her academic record. It was a Friday night two weeks after the end of her period when Michelle was schedule to go with the other cheerleaders to an away meet of the wrestling squad. She changed into her cheerleading outfit in the girl's locker room and headed out to the bus where Principal Whitefeather pulled her aside and told her she was suspended for this game and would be taking part in an intervention to help her decide how she wanted her academic career to go. He walked with her back to the girl's locker room where they found Coach Rasmus waiting. "Go hit the showers and change back into your street clothes, please, Michelle," Principal Whitefeather said to his young charge. "I'm sorry, Phil," Bob Rasmus said. "With the girls gone to the game, maintenance is getting ready to repair a couple of leaky showers and the water is turned off here. Get your clothes, Michelle, there is no one going to use the boys' locker room for the next 3 hours so you can shower and change there." Michelle emptied out the locker she had used and followed the two men into the forbidden territory of the boys' locker room. Basically it was a mirror image of the girls room but instead of 4 toilet stalls with doors there were two stalls with no doors and two things she had seen pictures of and knew to be urinals since boys could pee standing up. "We will be in the office," Coach Rasmus said letting the Principal in ahead of him. Michelle went down the locker aisle closest to the showers and double checked that no one was looking before putting her clothes in the locker and stripping off her cheerleading outfit. She looked at herself in the mirror next to the showers and liked what she saw. Her long brown hair ended midway down her back. Her heart shaped face with striking blue eyes was blemish free. Her orange size breasts hardly needed a bra and her inch and a half wide dark pink areolas puffed out nicely with her hard nipples like tiny erasers. But her pride and glory was her thick brown patch that accentuated the pink slit of her virgina. She hung her towel on the hook provided and took her soap and shampoo into the shower. Ten hot and steamy minutes later she reached for her towel—and found it wasn't there. She looked on the floor thinking it had fallen down but it wasn't there. It wasn't anywhere in sight. She went to the locker where her clothes were only to find that a padlock had been put on it. "Coach!" she called out. "What's going on? My towel is gone and my locker is locked!" "There is another towel and the key on the injury bench in the alcove." Both locker rooms had an alcove with a padded bench the size of a twin bed for the use of injured players. It was just like the one in the nurse's office. Michelle found this one had a sheet spread over it when she went in to get the towel and key. She picked up the towel and worked on her hair and then moved down her body with her back to the alcove entrance. After she was done she started looking for the key but didn't see it. She turned to call out to Coach but found him standing in the doorway—totally nude. Just like the Principal, Assistant Principal and guidance counselor next to him. "We seem to have a semantic problem that could impact this school's excellent record in sex ed and your academic career, Miss Andrews," said Phil Whitefeather the Principal. He was Native American and as old as her grandfather but his hair was as black as the day he was borne and his chiseled good looks still made him seem sexy—a thought Michelle tried to stay away from but couldn't. Her eyes were drawn to his eight inch flaccid penis. Next to him Assistant Principal Hiro Matsuri seemed almost petite. Slender but muscular he was half the Principal's age. He had the straight black hair she had seen so often on her uncle's porn and his cock looked like it was only 5 inches long but she knew that meant nothing with Asians. It was emerging from a thick bush of equally straight and silky pubic hair that she wanted to run her fingers through. Next to him stood guidance counselor Orlando Brown a stocky black man Michelle knew to be in his early 30s like Coach and a father of two daughters around her own age just like Coach. Like the black men in the porn she viewed Mr. Brown had a good nine incher that seemed semi erect even at rest. It dangled next to two large balls where his daughters had started. At that thought she immediately turned her gaze to Don Rasmus crotch and the balls that hung there behind his slowly rising six inch cock. She was pleasantly surprised to find that his blond hair was real. Michelle had never really seen a real cock in person let alone four such diverse ones from such a diverse group. She clutched her towel to her at first but as she watched for males respond just by her appearance she dropped it to the floor straightened her back and looked at them defiantly. "I won't change my mind," she said with conviction as she felt her pussy getting wet from arousal she really didn't want to acknowledge. "I have a virgina and that is that. I won't have a vagina until it's been fucked and that won't happen until my wedding night!" "So this is a virgina?" Principal Whitefeather said stepping up to her and cupping her sex mound in his right hand taking her by surprise. "Yes," she squeaked as his middle finger stroked up and down the length of her pussy before suddenly thrusting into her and lifting her off the ground with his left hand on her back and laying her down the bed. The blood on his finger when he pulled it out of her testified to the fact that she still had her hymen. "Either you are having your period or your hymen is gone." "My period ended two weeks ago," she announced as he retrieved her towel and wiped off his finger and her pussy opening. The implications of that announcement sunk in on her as she saw her would be rapists nodding their heads in a knowing way. No wonder she seemed so horny, she was ovulating. "Let's see if you taste like a virgin," he said as he suddenly covered her opening with his mouth. She realized she was actually living out one of the porn movies she had watched as the Principal's practice tongue soon had her writhing in delight. Then his mouth was gone and before she could protest he was over her and his cock was pressing against her entrance. With one thrust he was all the way in her with their pubic hair mingling and her clit mashed between them. Nearly two years of watching porn to the point of orgasm in anticipation of the real thing now triggered a massive one within her as Phil began the in and out rhythm she had only watched until now. After about 5 minutes and three orgasms on Michelle's part he pulled out and moved up the side of the bed pointing his erection at her mouth. She opened wide eager to taste what she had only dreamed about. He slid into her oral orifice and she closed her lips around it. Two quick thrusts to the back of her mouth and he pulled back until just the head was inside and began to shoot ropes of sperm laden semen down her throat. He pulled out when he finished and she swallowed what was left and then licked him clean. "There. Now you have a vagina and I have three witnesses to prove it." "No. I still have virgina." "But how can you still consider yourself a virgin when you had a real male penis up inside you and you had orgasms while riding it?" "You didn't come in me. I can get orgasms from a hair brush handle or dildo but they can't come inside me and neither did you so what's the difference?" "I can take care of that," announced the Assistant Principal rolling a condom over his now erect 6 inches and climbing between her legs. He thrust in and they went at it for another six minutes until he arched his back and it was obvious he was coming deep inside her. He pulled out and stood up and removed the condom and moved up to her mouth where she once again eagerly licked it clean. "Now you have a vagina. A man penetrated you and came in you," he said as he dumped the contents of the rubber into her mouth and she swallowed it all. "Hardly. You came in a rubber not me so I still have a virgina." With that, Coach Rasmus was between her legs and eight inches of Scandinavian manhood was mingling its blond bush with her brown nest. He was bareback and it took him about 10 minutes until he shot his load straight into her. As she licked him clean he declared that now she really had a vagina. "I still have a virgina and I really want to save it for my wedding night." "How can you say that when Coach Rasmus filled you so full it is still leaking out of you?" the Principal asked. "Because of this little scar under the Coach's balls." "What scar?" "He told us in sex ed that he had a vasectomy. All he can do is shoot empty liquid. Don't you guys get it? A virgina stays a virgina until it has been anointed with real baby making sperm which should only happen on a girl's wedding night." "So you will continue to insist on all your tests that you do not have a vagina?" Counselor Brown asked as he moved between her legs and slowly slid all 10 thick inches into her. "YES," she gasped feeling fuller than she had ever been. "Then welcome to your honeymoon," he said as he began thrusting in and out. The import of what he said sank in and she realized she was impaled by a large black cock uncovered by any condom like the Assistant Principal and no intention of pulling out like the Principal. And from the way he said it it was apparent he was as potent as she was fertile and her virgina was indeed about to become a vagina. She tried to buck him off but it was no use. Through the alcove entrance she could see the clock on the wall. She felt him tense just like the two before him and knew it was coming. Her innards seemed molten as he twitched within her with each rope of sperm laden cum that he shot into her waiting womb. It was 4:43 PM and she had just acquired a vagina in the boys' locker room. As the counselor pulled out and stood up the Principal got between her legs and pumped in and out until she was filled with Native American sperm as well. He got up and she was soon anointed with Asian sperm also. When he got up everyone but the coach left the alcove. "Now I trust you will be answering all future anatomy tests that you have a vagina just like every other woman and girl in the world." She nodded as he handed her a fresh towel and left. She heard the showers and decided she had nothing to be ashamed of so she joined them in washing off the evidence of their afternoon activities. "Considering where I am in my monthly cycle I am I expect there is soon going to be a pool on whether my baby is black, Asian or Native American." The four men stared at her as she thrust her hips at them. "No need to wait until I get married now. Anyone want to improve their odds?" Coach went first and when she asked him why he was doing it when he could only shoot blanks he told her that sex was as much about pleasure as procreation. The other three weren't nearly as philosophical as they did their best to ensure her pregnant status. Everyone was sated 45 minutes later and each went their separate ways. The Coach drove her home. Just before she got out he confirmed her new condition. "What do you have between your legs?" "A vir—I mean, a VAGINA!" As she entered the home of her father, uncle and three older brothers she thought about all the incest videos and stories she had read on her uncle's websites and decided it was time to spice things up. END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 75