("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text ------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2014. Please do not remove the author information nor make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------- Good Girl by Jenny Shrdlu (no address provided) *** A firsthand account of the sexual maturation of a high school girl who learns to masturbate and then is gang- raped at a party following the junior prom. To her surprise she finds that she enjoys actual sex and vows to get more. (m+/f-teens, cpls, nc, rp, 1st, gb, v) *** When I was thirteen years old, a high school freshman, I was required to take a sex education class. The teacher talked about the evils of masturbation. I had always liked touching myself between the legs. If I rubbed my cunny and clitty for a while I would feel the most lovely sensation in my body. I used to do it a lot when I was home in bed or in the shower but rarely had an opportunity to do it in school. I didn't know if that was considered masturbation but it felt really nice. During study hall, I learned that if I squeezed my legs together and pressed the back of my notebook into my pussy, I could make myself feel almost as good as I did in the shower. I tried to cover my shudder and moan by pushing my chair back as if I was rising to get another book. It was a good feeling. If that is what the teacher meant by masturbation, it didn't seem so bad. I also discovered that I could make myself feel even better if I leaned my body against the washing machine during the spin cycle. I would straddle the edge of the washer, press the corner against my cunny, and lean over to mash my growing boobies on the top of the machine. The vibrations made my nipples tingle. I felt at first like I had to go to the bathroom but the feeling expanded over my hips and lower body. My legs would start to shake and my hips pressed my cunny tighter into the corner of the washer. I gripped the machine tightly as a wonderful feeling passed over my entire body. If the machine had a big load, I could do it twice. I was in total ecstasy doing the washing. Sometimes I found that I had wet my panties. It's not as if I peed into them but they were definitely damp and had sort of a funky smell. No problem, I simply threw them into the washer with the next load. Once Mom caught me playing with my pussy while I was watching TV. It was a romance story and the handsome lead actor had the girl in his arms and was kissing her. I tried to imagine that it was me being kissed. My hand was under my skirt and I was rubbing my panties over my pussy. Mom shouted at me and told me to stop it. She said that only 'bad girls' touched themselves there. If I didn't want to be a 'bad girl' I should never do it again. I tried to ignore the urges of my body during my early teen years by throwing myself into athletics. I jogged a couple of miles each day. I played tennis and soccer and even made the first team in both sports. My secret weapon was my conditioning. I could perform at 100% for the entire duration of a match. At night I tumbled exhausted into bed. Still my hands inevitably found my genitals and I childishly manipulated them until an ecstatic feeling passed over my body. Then I fell asleep. I felt guilty about pleasuring myself. I knew I must be doing something bad if it felt so good. Still, it helped me get though those early years without the angst and anxiety that most girls feel. All the worries of the day would vanish in the afterglow of my small climax. I was a tranquil and happy young lady, a joy to be around. I had mixed feelings about still being a virgin at fourteen, going on fifteen. Many of my classmates had had sex already and one girl was even pregnant. I didn't have any idea of what real sex felt like but if it was at all like what I could do to myself it must be wonderful. What would it feel like to get fucked? I simply loved the thrill of playing with myself. I couldn't wait to have real sex. It's too bad that I had to behave properly in school. I fantasized myself standing in the middle of the school lunchroom. I would take off all my clothes, lie on a table, and let everyone fuck me. To be honest I didn't know what "fucking" really meant. My girlfriends said that the boys would put their penises in the woman's vagina and move them in and out until both boy and girl felt good. It would be like what I did with my fingers at night or with the corner of the washing machine. My friends said that while "fucking" felt really good, you had to make the boys take their penis out before something came out the end otherwise you might get pregnant. In my fantasy the boys had no clothes. Just the sight of my nude body would give all the boys big erections. It was like the boys getting "hard-ons" in grade school except that I could see their rigid cocks sticking out instead of just bulging their pants. They would play with my tits and my pussy until I was on the verge of cumming. Then they would stick their cocks into my cunt and move them in and out until we both felt really good. My girl friends said that I would 'cum' and have an orgasm. I didn't know what that meant but the older sister of my best friend said that it was a heavenly feeling. Each boy would take his turn and I would 'cum' over and over. In my fantasy I could have all the sex I wanted. The boys would give me real orgasms instead of the tiny ones I gave myself in bed just before I went to sleep. I would be queen of the hive. A true sex goddess. Wouldn't that be something? My growing boobs got me noticed by the boys in high school. Sometimes the boys went out of their way to brush against my breasts in a crowded hallway. I didn't date much because my parents felt that I was too young. I went out with only a select few boys, those my parents deemed to be acceptable. Occasionally my dates would sneak a feel of my breasts. Few of them actually got a chance to actually touch my tits. If I liked them a lot I would let them touch my bare flesh for a few seconds before I pulled away. I giggled a lot and told them that they were naughty but was rather pleased that they made the attempt. I was surprised that the boys liked my breasts. They were growing really big, just like my Mom's, but they got in the way when I played tennis. Still, I liked to touch them in bed and my nipples felt good when I rubbed and squeezed them gently. I used to lightly pinch my nipples even when I was reading in school. It was sort of an unconscious thing. I wasn't even aware that I was doing it. My hands would drift up to my chest and I would fondle my boobs. But while I liked to play with my own titties, I couldn't figure out why the boys liked them. They couldn't feel what I felt. My most frequent date, Brian, was a year older than many of my classmates and had a driver's license. He seemed a responsible boy. We went to movies together and occasionally parked for a little hugging and kissing before he took me home. After a few dates, I allowed him to put his hands under my loose sweater and touch my breasts. He would touch them all over, cup the growing mounds in his hands and rub my nipples. My nipples got hard when he rolled them between his fingers. It felt better when he fondled me than when I did it to myself. Eventually we both got the courage to let Brian explore further. When we went to matinee movies on the weekend, it was still light when we drove home. Brian would park the car in a secluded spot. If I felt particularly daring, I would loosen my bra and let him open my button down sweater and play with my breasts in the fading daylight. I was very proud of my womanly tits. In the last year they had grown to the size of half grapefruits. My nipples were bigger too. They were centered in large pink areolas that covered much of the end of each boobie. I felt that my titties looked much better than the tiny pimples that adorned the chests of most of my female classmates. Brian would swirl his fingers around my areolas and gently pull at the nipples. I loved to feel him touching my beautiful boobs. It felt so nice. He could make my nipples get almost as big as little thimbles. If the date had gone particularly well, I might even put my hands around a tit and hold it up for him to kiss. I was surprised when he started sucking my nipple. I couldn't quite do it to myself yet although I would have liked to. If I pulled up my tit and bent my head down I could just lick the nipple. But Brian's sucking felt much better. It wasn't really sex. Just a little naughty petting. Despite my fantasy I intended to keep my virginity intact until I got married or found someone I really loved. After we dated a couple of months I got up enough courage to let Brian put his hand in my panties and touch my bare pussy. But just on the surface. I wouldn't let him put his fingers inside. It wasn't like we were doing anything bad. Just touching. It was sort of what I did myself in bed at night. If he sucked my tittie and rubbed my pussy for a while I could have have a small climax. Enough to make me feel 'nice'. Then I would kiss him and hug him. While we were kissing Brian's cock would become stiff. I could feel it pushing a little tent in his jeans. During one of our make out sessions he quietly unzipped his fly and let his bare cock stick out. I was totally unaware of his protruding penis until he took my hand in his and brought it down to his rigid cock. I quickly pulled my hand away. But after a few more minutes of kissing and hugging my curiosity overwhelmed my prudence and I reached down to touch it. It was not as creepy as I expected. The cock was both hard and resilient with a big spongy head. I put my fingers around it and moved them up and down. Brian made the most appreciative noises when I stroked it. After a few more dates I was giving him hand jobs while he fondled my pussy and sucked my tits. The first time we mutually climaxed was in his car a couple of weeks before the sophomore prom. I tensed and shuddered, delighted in the feelings from my pussy. He moaned when a sticky white cum came out of the end of his cock. After I wiped my hands and his prick with Kleenex, we hugged and kissed. I agreed to go to the prom as his date and had visions of dancing the night away. He, in turn, had visions of getting in my pants. I lost my virginity in a drunken all night party after the sophomore prom. The party was supposed to be private to be attended only by a dozen close friends and dates. We wanted to relax after the rigors of the sophomore semester. All of us changed to casual clothes. The boys took off their rented tuxedos, and the girls doffed their formal gowns. The party was hosted in a private house by a boy whose parents were conveniently away for the weekend. He had promised his folks that no alcohol was to be served. But, of course, word of the party had gotten around and it was crashed by a number of older boys, most of whom brought six packs and bottles of stronger refreshments. There was a lot of loud music and dancing. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. I danced up a storm. All my activity made me thirsty. I was not a drinker and quenched my thirst with several large glasses of fruit punch. Unknown to me, one of the crashers had spiked the punch with two whole bottles of vodka. The punch tasted good but after a couple of big glasses everything seemed dreamlike. The room whirled and I had difficulty keeping my balance. In a daze I staggered to an unoccupied bedroom and lay down on the bed. Brian, my date, found me after a brief search. Somehow my dress came undone. I felt Brian's hands on my titties. I knew I should stop him but it felt so good. It was so romantic. Another minute wouldn't hurt. I lay back to enjoy the sensation. His mouth sucked my nipple. We had done this before in a parked car. His fingers moved down my body until they touched my pussy. I had let him do this too but only if he just played with my pussy lips and fondled my clitoris. I never let him put his finger inside. The feeling was wonderful. Just like in the car after a movie. I always liked that. If he kept doing what he was doing I might even have a gentle climax. The lovely feeling was interrupted by Brian's hard cock penetrating my vagina. "No!" I cried. "Don't do that. I'm still a virg..." I never got a chance to finish the sentence. My vagina was wet and slippery from Brian's fingering and I felt his cock slide in pushing my pussy lips aside. It was big and filled up my virgin channel. He drove in hard. It was the first time I ever had anything in me other than my own finger. There was a quick sharp pain as the cock burst my maidenhead. I tried to get up but he held me down. He worked his cock back and forth, pushing the full length into my cunt. I was acutely aware of getting penetrated. I felt the friction of Brian's cock on my pussy lips. My clitoris was squeezed between our pubic bones and it felt every stroke. Even in my dazed state I realized that I was getting fucked for the first time, raped really because I didn't want him to do it. His thrusts seemed to continue forever. He gasped and clutched my body. Finally he came. I could feel the warm spurt of his semen in my cunt. In a temporary moment of clarity I recalled the dire warnings of my Sex-Ed teacher and I was sure I was now pregnant. I almost passed out for a few moments. More boys came into the room. Brian rolled off me but other hands and pricks replaced his. New sets of hands felt up my bare tits, new mouths sucked and even bit my breasts, and new cocks filled my vagina. I tried to resist but the hands and cocks kept coming. My bra and panties were stripped away. Boys I didn't know would come into the bedroom and crawl on top of my body. They would grab my breasts, press and squeeze them, put them into their mouths and suck and bite. They would drive their cocks into my cunt. They fucked me violently. I could feel the hot pulses of semen as they came. "Help me," I pleaded. "I'm afraid. I'm still a virgin. I never had sex before." But no one paid attention. "What's going to happen to me?" I cried. "Don't hurt me." Boys took turns fucking me and holding my body from moving. My lovely romantic encounter had turned into a gang bang. I was aware that I was being repeatedly and forcefully raped. My big breasts were pulled, twisted and even bitten. My body was being used as a sex toy. I tried to stop them but they were holding me down and I couldn't fight back. It went on and on until I didn't have the strength to resist. I was in a daze, lying on my back, my dress open, bare tits hanging out, bloody cunt gaping. I rolled back and forth on the bed, unable to rise. I was wide open to be used by anyone who wanted me. Almost every boy at the party did. It was a teen age boy's sex dream, a pretty girl with big breasts and an open dress lying ready to be fucked. Half drunk boys came into the room, grabbed me and fucked me. Sometimes the same one fucked me several times. I didn't have the strength to resist any more. I could only lie back and let them all cum in my sloppy, bloody cunt. I could hear the squishy sounds as they pistoned their pricks in and out and could feel the dribbles of sperm roll down my legs. It was a nightmare that seemed to go on for hours. I couldn't believe that it was happening to me. In my hazy state my mind seemed to dissociate from my body. It was a true out of body experience. I had the strange feeling of being an observer, standing at the side of the room, looking at my half nude body writhing on the bed. I could see my breasts getting groped and my body being repeatedly penetrated. I watched one boy hold my shoulders, another my legs, while a third drove his cock into my gaping cunt. After a while the boys stopped holding me but I didn't attempt to rise. Hands pulled and mauled my big tits. My breasts were bright pink and my nipples became blood red. They stood stiffer than I had ever seen them. One boy, more aggressive than most, flipped me over onto my hands and knees and entered my cunt from the rear. He reached under my kneeling body, grabbed my dangling nipples, and used my breasts as reins to pull my body back and forth on his cock. His fingers pinched my nipples really hard. I could feel his balls hitting my ass every time he jerked me backward. He tugged so hard I was afraid my tits would be torn off. When he finished with me, another boy turned me back over and plunged his cock deep into my cunt. I felt a hard cock pushing at my lips and I reflexively opened my mouth. I didn't know whose penis it was. I grabbed it with my hand to stop it from driving too far into my throat and found I was giving the cock a hand job as well as a blow job. When the boy came, I swallowed the ejaculation to avoid choking. The cock was replaced by another, and another. My body twisted back and forth on the bed as my orifices were penetrated. I had no memory of which of my classmates had fucked me and whose cocks I had sucked. I tried to resist becoming sexually aroused but my body betrayed me. The pain was gone. As each hard prick plunged into my vagina, my hips rose to meet it. I had lost control of my body below the waist. The feelings were just like I used to give myself with my fingers in bed but many, many times stronger. My body quivered and shook and I spasmed in a real orgasm. I felt I was drowning in the depths of my darkest sexual fantasies. I had the fleeting thought that I wanted the rape to happen. I was getting fucked without accepting responsibility. It was my dream of being used by all the boys in the school lunchroom come true. But it wasn't like my dream at all. It was a nightmare. These were real cocks being shoved into me and real hands on my tits. I was not a sex goddess at all but simply a piece of meat with cunt, tits, and mouth that was being used over and over. I knew that I was being brutally abused but what angered me most was the response of my body. From my view point across the room I could see that the girl on the bed, me, had stopped resisting her attackers. She seemed to actually enjoy what was being done to her. This wasn't supposed to happen. Rape was torture. But the girl twisted and bucked in obvious pleasure as enormous cocks fucked a cunt that swallowed them whole. The sensations that I felt were much more intense than any I could imagine. Real sex, as opposed to dreaming about it, was a revelation. The electric twinges that coursed through my system with my fumbling attempts at masturbation were now lightning bolts. My body was totally out of control. My face had an agonized look of sexual tension, not fear, but more of intense longing and desire. My shapely legs beat a tattoo on the bed as I was penetrated. When a new cock was secure in my cunt my strong calves wrapped around the back of the boy on top of me pulling his prick tighter into me. My hips rose to meet each new penis and I gasped my way to a very real climax after each fuck with little screams and strange throaty noises. The climaxes were much, much more intense than those I had given myself. There was a strange and disturbing beauty in the scene. A pagan "coming of age" ritual. I felt deeply ashamed of my behavior but I could do nothing to alter it. I was aware of shuddering to one orgasm after another. I would cum. My body would relax. And then another cock would enter my dripping cunt. My tits were mauled, twisted, and then sucked. The sexual signals that presaged a climax returned. My body would shake. Lightning bolts of sexual ecstasy radiated from my cunt to the furthest reaches of my limbs and I would be raised to an orgasm again. I didn't want it to happen, but it did. My body was no longer my own. It had become a quivering orgasmic blob of flesh, desperately needing more stimulation. My spasms, gasps, and moans seemed to excite the cluster of boys surrounding my writhing body and they returned to drive their cocks into my cunt again and again. With the resilience of youth my body seemed to be indefatigable. My athletic physical conditioning banished fatigue. I came repeatedly, almost screaming, every time I climaxed. The passionate agony went on and on. God help me, I loved it. To my profound shame I remembered repeatedly screaming, "Yes, Yes! Do it to me. Fuck me. Make me cum. I'M CUMMING! I'M CUUUMMMMINNG!! YES!!" Other girls at the party had not escaped the orgy. I heard loud cries coming from the other bedrooms as several of my other female classmates were forcibly violated. Those who resisted were beaten into submission. Some boys went from room to room, fucking each of us in turn. Apparently the whole mass rape had been planned beforehand by the older boys. Mercifully, I apparently passed out due to the combined effects of emotion, alcohol, and sheer physical fatigue. I had been gang raped for about an hour and a half before I lost consciousness. The next morning I woke up in my own bed but I didn't remember going home. Probably one of the boys had dropped me off. I had blood on my clothes, my pussy hurt. My sore titties had finger bruises and tooth marks. All I knew was that I had been thoroughly used. My once virgin cunt had been fucked more times than I could remember. I had a recollection of giving blow jobs to an army of pricks and I must have swallowed a gallon of cum. I spent an hour in the shower, gargled and douched myself repeatedly in an effort to wash away any signs of abuse. But rather than feeling ashamed, I felt angry. Angry at that creep Brian who had taken advantage of me when I was drunk. Angry at my male classmates who had used my body so cruelly when I was unable to resist. Angry at my so called friends who had let it happen. I even felt angry at myself for allowing myself to enjoy the sensations of my body. I knew that I wanted to be fucked eventually but I certainly didn't plan for it to happen as a gang rape. My life would be different from now on. I was no longer a virgin and would never be one again. I had no maidenhead to protect anymore. I had experienced real sex and, to my shame, if my memory of the evening is accurate, I liked it. But I had to hold off on sex for a while. I was not yet 16. Teen age boys like to brag and I didn't want to be known as the class whore. I still wanted to be thought of as a 'good girl.' When I went away to college I would have all the sex I could handle. At least that's what the older sister of one of my friends told me. I didn't tell my parents of the details of my ordeal but some of the other girls told their folks. The town was outraged and the police launched an investigation. Many of the parents of the older boys were politically connected and used their influence to protect their sons. Since everyone involved was a minor, no one was seriously injured, and there was no actual proof other than the alcoholic recollections of the party goers, the whole incident got hushed up and was regarded as a regrettable youthful prank. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 81