("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `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 © 2015. Please do not remove the author information nor make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------- Alyssa's First Time - 4 by Alyssa B. (no address provided) *** Alyssa has gone from good girl with a bad family to mistress of her mother's fiancé. Now, living a double life as her mother's ex-fiancé's lover, she finds herself tricked into her new role as his prostitute. (MM+/f, nc, ped, 1st, gb) *** PART IV My first time with my boyfriend was special. I've tried to paint the story of how this 35-year-old man seduced me when I was 13 from the perspective of that young virgin looking to grow up to fast. Within a year of our first meeting, when he was dating then engaged to marry my mother, past their stormy breakup and my mother's return to alcohol and abusive men, this man had possessed me emotionally and sexually. He had done things with me that most women never do in their lives. I had not only encouraged it, I had liked it. I had wanted it. Legally my grandmother was my guardian and when my mother had chosen to go back to drinking herself into oblivion and her creepy boyfriend Jose had started showing an interest in me, I had run away. My grandmother had decided, not knowing of my sexual relationship with my mother's ex-fiancé, that the best avenue was to let me live with him. Financially he had the means and she knew I liked him, though she did not know how much. I was three months shy of my 14th birthday when he had taken my virginity in the same bed where he had once slept with my mother. For the three months following that night, we had sex at least once a day. It almost always started with him performing oral sex on me. When I was menstruating, it usually involved either me performing oral on him (what we jokingly called "blow job week") or it involved anal sex--not something I particularly liked. Our sex life was pretty bland by his standard for the first couple weeks. Either I was bent over some piece of furniture or he was on top of me missionary style. Then he taught me to "ride him," straddling his penis and causing my own satisfaction, grinding my clit away on his thick mat of coarse pubic hair. I liked the feeling of control being on top gave me. It quickly became my favorite position. A month before I turned 14, he tied me up. Then he gagged me and thereafter he spent the evening violating me anally and vaginally until he finally passed out beside me, leaving me tied helpless to the bed with my intimate parts exposed to the room. I felt vulnerable, degraded, used...and satisfied. It wasn't my favorite activity, but the novelty and the helplessness made me understand how much I trusted him. I guess that's why I let him continue to increase our sexual activities further and further into the deviant. The night before my birthday we were having dinner together when he announced, "Tomorrow night we will have dinner with your mother and grandmother. After that so- called birthday party, we are going to go to your real birthday party. I've got a surprise for you." I pressed him but he wouldn't tell me anything. The next night came and dinner was as boring as any dinner with your not-quite-sober mother, her trailer- park-trash boyfriend and my ultra-conservative grandmother. I enjoyed spending time with my grandmother. She gave me a gift card since she really didn't know what I would want for my birthday. My mother made an excuse that she had "forgotten my gift at home" which really meant she had spent the money my grandmother had given her on meth, pills or booze. Take your pick. I still loved my mother but I understood more and more why her ex-fiancé was disgusted enough with her that he was now bedding me. Having her ex as my 'now' gave me a bit of satisfaction that would never make up for her deficiencies as a mother, but a satisfaction that was worth something. We left the restaurant after an awkward dinner conversation. My boyfriend said he had to work early in the morning. It was a lie. The reality was that we had this surprise lined up and I for one was eager to see what he had done for me. After all, my 13th birthday had been a new MacBook Pro. He drove us to the surprise party in his Mercedes and said that we were going to be about five minutes late, but that he had already text messaged people at the party that we were on the way. No matter how much I asked, he said nothing. Not even a clue was given as to the nature of my surprise. We left the city, heading southwest toward the lake area, passing into the ritzier neighborhoods. High dollar homes surrounded us, most with their high fences even inside the already-fenced community. After several turns and a considerable wait we pulled up to a large adobe-colored home with a stucco exterior and Spanish colonial design. "You ready?" he asked. "Yeah," I replied, not quiet knowing what I should be ready for. Was he bringing me here because he was buying the house? Was this a friend's house? I didn't know what was going on, but I was curious to find out. We walked to the front door and it opened before we could even knock. A middle-aged woman in a white translucent dress that barely concealed her nipples or undergarments smiled from the doorway. "Alyssa," she said, correctly guessing my name. "We've been waiting for you," she continued, though not bothering to give her own name. "Come on in." She smiled at my boyfriend. You'll notice that I have never used his name in any of the parts of my story...and for good reason. He can't provide for me in prison, can he? But I digress. We will just say the woman at the door greeted him as "Steve" and be done with it. "Steve," she said, "It's good to see you. Such a lovely young lady you have here." "She's brilliant and sexy," I heard my boyfriend say as he passed through the doorway behind me. We entered the foyer and the barely covered woman told us the rest of the party was upstairs in the game room. She then showed us the stairwell and invited us to go up on our own while she took care of some other business downstairs. "I will be right up," she said with a smile that made me a little uneasy "I just want to make sure I have everything we will need." We went up the stained wooden stairwell and my boyfriend guided me through to a large double door entrance with an ornate carved wood door. He opened the door from behind me and invited me in with a slight nudge of my shoulder. I went in more on automatic reflex to do as he suggested than out of any real understanding of what I was seeing within the room. Inside the room were three women, mostly older, and four men--all of whom were in their late forties or older. All of them were white terrycloth wearing robes and sandals -- a fact that seemed odd. They greeted me by name and wished me a happy birthday. Questions were pressed to me about how I had enjoyed dinner with my mother and grandmother. One lady mentioned having a granddaughter my age. I respectfully answered the questions as best I could and as politely as I could without revealing my unease that these strangers knew a lot about me and my birthday when I didn't know anything about them. Then I realized my boyfriend had disappeared, leaving me alone with these strangers. I started to panic. Everyone sensed my growing unease and they invited me to sit on one of the black leather couches. I was asked if I would like a drink, and I asked for a Diet Dr. Pepper. The blonde woman whose granddaughter was my age produced the drink from a small refrigerator under the wet bar. One of the men came and sat down next to me, putting his hand far to high on my leg for comfort, asking softly, "Is this man your with really as good to you as he says he is?" Dumbfounded I asked if he meant my boyfriend. When he nodded, I answered "Yeah. I guess he is." Everyone thought that was funny for some reason. My boyfriend and the woman from the front door appeared through the large game room entrance at the same time. I noticed that my boyfriend was now wearing a robe similar to the robes worn by the others. I stared wondering if this was some sort of cult. It wasn't, I would later realize. But at the time, it was just plain creepy. It was the first time my boyfriend had ever made me feel uncomfortable like this. My boyfriend walked over to the wet bar and pulled a large glass dish from the cabinet, saying, "Fred, you and Naomi want to start the gift bowl for tonight?" A heavyset gentleman with a graying beard and handlebar mustache rose from his couch opposite where I sat rose. "For this little girl," he said, "I'd be happy to." He then produced a wad of cash and put it into the bowl. I heard my boyfriend thank the man he had called Fred then say "Joe, that looks like an even grand. You interested?" Another man with red-hair and freckles chuckled and shook his head. The woman sitting on his lap at the bar elbowed him and he reconsidered. Another wad of cash, counted carefully, went into the bowl. I had no idea what was happening. It seemed like a blur at the time, but one by one the couples put cash into the bowl. Later I would learn that the rule of the game was that you had to put in the same amount or more than the person before you. Once the first round had been made of the room, my boyfriend asked if anyone wanted to "adjust their contributions" which would have started the round all over with higher amounts. No one did. I wouldn't know these rules until later... much later. That night I just saw a lot of old people putting more money into a bowl than I had ever seen. Eventually, I watched as my boyfriend put the bowl back in the cabinet. He then called me over to him. I rose from the couch and walked to where he stood at the bar. At this point I was on auto-pilot because I was extremely confused. "Alyssa," he said. "Happy birthday, baby. These are friends of mine. They want to show you a good time, okay?" I was more confused. I smiled but did not know what to do. One of the women walked over and put her arm over my shoulder and guided me to the couch where I had been sitting. She touched my breast. I recoiled. "Don't worry," she said. "We're all just friends." "I don't like this," I protested. "I want to go home," I told my boyfriend. He looked at me with a blank, emotionless stare as one of the other women approached. "Baby," the second woman said, "Fred's already taken his little blue pill. He doesn't have all night." Blue pill? That's when it sank in. I tried to struggle but it was too late. I was surrounded and no matter how hard I fought, they managed to get me to the couch. One woman was holding my shoulders with her legs as she straddled above my head. I was looking straight at the shaved vulva under the robe covering her clearly naked body. I felt my pants being torn off of me. The men were working to remove clothing with a pair of scissors while their wives or girlfriends, whatever these women were to them, held me down. In the background my boyfriend stood and watched. I screamed for him to help me, to make them stop. He never moved. One at a time, the men in the room mounted me. Most only lasted a few thrusts and they were finished. One used a condom. One ejaculated on my belly. The rest of them, including my boyfriend, emptied themselves inside me. I felt sick because I was afraid I would get pregnant. How would I explain that? Happy Birthday, Alyssa. I couldn't believe this was the surprise. It didn't take long for them to finish with me, after which one of the women took me into a bathroom and poured me a bath in an oversized tub. I was crying as I sat in the tub and this woman washed me inside and out. I now know that she was just getting rid of the evidence that her husband and their friends had just raped me. But at the time, I was in a different world, confused that the man I had given myself to, the man I thought loved me had just allowed me to be gang raped by strangers. I sat in the tub long after the woman had finished cleaning me. I eventually fell asleep due to the emotional exhaustion. When I awoke the woman who had opened the front door to this hell was shaking me by the shoulder. "Alyssa," she said, "It's time to go, sweetie. Let's get you dressed." I was confused. They had cut my clothes from me. How would I get dressed, I wondered. Then I saw a set of my clothes that my boyfriend must have brought with him. They were neatly folded on the counter. I clambered out of the bathtub, exhausted emotionally, and began to dress. "Don't worry, sweetie," the old woman said, "You did better than any of the other girls we've invited to our parties. You were great. We'd like to have you come back again." Again? Other girls? My head was spinning. I walked out of the room to find my boyfriend, dressed and ready to leave. I walked with zombie-like aimlessness to the car and sank into the seats of the Mercedes. We drove home in silence. I walked straight from the front door of my boyfriend's house to the bedroom and fell to the bed face down, sobbing. My boyfriend entered soon after and emptied a brown paper sack full of cash into my back. "Happy birthday, baby," he said. "This is your birthday present." I was officially a whore. 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 83