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Authors name: Liegh Clyde (lclyde@hotmail.com)
Story title : Julie Ford's First Time
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Julie Ford's First Time (FF, teens, orgy, reluc)
By Liegh Clyde (lclyde@hotmail.com)
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Julie Ford is a naive teenager who makes the mistake of
taking a short cut on the way home. A gang of tough
females try to rob her. They are interrupted so they
change plan and abduct her. Soon the unfortunate 17-year-
old virgin is subject to a sexual ordeal at the hands of
her perverted captors.
Julie Ford was glad to have left school and started her
first job. Whilst not the most gifted of children she had
always been a model pupil as far as her behaviour. She
was rarely in trouble and gained a reasonable number of
basic qualifications. Her time at school was not without
its traumas though. Being slightly small for her age and
of average looks she had been teased and bullied a
little. Consequently she was a little shy and often
lacked confidence.
Julie was not an unattractive teenager. In fact her girl-
next-door looks many found attractive. Her mousy hair for
the past couple of years had been cut in a bob style. She
occasionally wore a hair band to hold it away from her
face. Despite approaching her 18th birthday she still
liked to place girlish broaches in her locks. Her face
was childlike, almost impish with a tiny turned-up button
nose. She stood at about five foot tall and her petite
frame and despite her 17 years had the figure of a
budding teenager. Unlike many of her friends she was
still a virgin. As yet she hadn't had a boyfriend.
She enjoyed her work in a Call Centre and was only to
pleased to say yes to some overtime when the Office
Manager asked her. On this particular occasion it was
just after 7pm when she and her colleagues finished the
extra work. Julie was grateful for the offer of a lift
most of the way home. Without it she would have had to
wait for the infrequent bus service. She thanked her boss
for the lift and started the 15-minute walk home. The bus
would have taken her outside of her block of flats, but
the car lift had saved at least forty minutes on her
journey.
She glanced down at her watch as she started climbing the
steps of the long footbridge that spanned the railway
lines behind her flats. Normally she avoided the bridge
but using it cut a 15-minute walk down to five. On this
evening she was tired and eager to get home. It was now
nearly 8pm and she quickened her step so as to get in
before the top of the hour. The light was now starting to
fade on this mild April evening but still bright enough
to see clearly. As she got to the top of the steps she
noticed a group of young women about half way across the
bridge. She could clearly hear their laughing and
giggling and was not at all concerned. As she approached
the gang she noticed that they were sharing bottles of
wine and cans of beer.
She was now within feet of them. A drunken female voice
spoke, 'Let the lady through.'
The crowd parted.
Julie didn't say a word. She held her head up and started
to walk past trying not to catch any of their eyes. 'Rude
bitch!' spate one of the gang.
Another put her foot out attempting to trip her up. Julie
saw it coming a stepped over it and continued to walk.
One of the group then blocked her path forcing her to
stop.
'Not so fast!' she said.
Another girl then also blocked her way.
'Let's have a little chat! She announced in a drunken
slur.
Julie was then aware that someone had taken hold of her
left arm. She then recognised some of the girls. They
were in a gang that hung around at the local Railway
Station. One of the number she recognised from school.
Charlotte Smith had been one of the school bullies.
Julie mustered up all her courage and demanded that they
let her go. This statement was meet with laughter. The
girl holding her arm then grabbed her wrist and brought
her hand into view.
'Nice rings!' she said.
She proceeded to try and remove them, whilst Julie
clenched her fingers in a fist to prevent her. At the
same time another was trying to pull the shoulder bag
from her other arm.
To Julie's relief she then notice a man walking towards
them. Ordinarily she would have been a little concerned
at being approached by a man on this isolated bridge but
this evening she was grateful. She planned her next move.
Once he was nearby she would scream for help!
Unfortunately her plan could not be tried. Members of the
gang had also noticed him.
'Quick let's go..' said Charlotte, who was clearly the
ringleader.
Julie begged them to stop as they pushed and pulled her
slight frame back along the bridge. One of them caught
hold of her right wrist and gave her a Chinese burn along
with an order to shut up!
Julie was taken back down the steps and back along the
route she had just walked. She was surrounded by about
ten young women of various shapes and sizes in varying
states of alcoholic stupor. She knew the streets all to
well, having walked them for many years as a child. The
gang then made a detour. Julie wondered why they were
taking her along Farm Road. It seemed strange to take her
away from an isolated place where they could rob her away
from preying eyes to a suburban road.
She then saw the familiar iron railings at the entrance
to the local recreation ground. She had played there as a
child. Her last two schools had used its sports fields.
She was glad to see that the large black gates were
firmly locked with a large padlock. Clearly there plan to
take her into the seclusion of the park had failed. She
hoped that they would now run-off and let her go as to
hold her here would draw too much attention.
Her heart then sank! Julie noticed one of girls pulling
out one of the rails, revealing a secret entrance. Four
of the gang pushed through the narrow gap. Julie again
felt herself being pushed and then pulled towards the
gap. Soon she was manhandled threw. The remaining four
gang members hurriedly followed her. Once inside they all
kept the voices to a whisper as they led the now trebling
girl along the tarmac path and past the changing rooms.
They then left the path and trampled across the grass and
were confronted by some old tatty paling fencing. A
couple of the gang pushed aside some of the hanging wood
and got through the hole. Next Julie was shoved through
the gap. The rest of the group followed and after a few
paces they were in a clearing under some large trees. In
the fading light Julie recognised the area as the remains
of the Adventure Playground were she had played as a
child.
In the middle of the clearing were some large logs and
broken park bench.
Charlotte then spoke, 'Welcome to our residence!' she
said, gently mocking Julie's quiet and polite Middle
Class voice.
Julie said nothing but was filled with rage and fear. She
would have liked to have told her what she thought but
knew it would not be a good idea.
'I like to have those rings I saw earlier.' Said a
redheaded girl.
'I like her jacket,' said a blond teenager.
Before Julie could think hands were pulling her from all
sides. She felt her lovely rings being prised from her
hands, along with her silver bracelet. Her handbag was
gone and she felt her designer jacket being pulled off
her shoulders. Strangely she felt relieved that they had
finally got what they wanted. With her jewellery, money
and jacket in their possession they could now let her go.
She was upset at losing the rings but she resolved to
call the police when she got home and was sure that they
would soon get them back for her.
All went quiet for a while as they looked through her bag
and shared out her belongings. She waited patiently to be
told she could go. Charlotte approached her and then
spoke,
'Let's see what else she has got?' She said in a
questioning voice like some interrogator.
Within seconds hands were upon her again pulling at her
clothing.
'No!' Julie shouted. 'Get off me!' she demanded.
Someone behind her placed his or her arms were now around
her waist. Her assailant easily lifted her up right of
the ground. She kicked her legs in a desperate attempt to
keep the others away. As her legs flew towards them they
showed no fear and after a few grasps took hold of them.
Her black-heeled shoes were removed to prevent her
injuring any of them.
'What expensive tights!' commented one of the gang as she
slightly released her grip and allowed her hand to travel
from Julie's ankle to her knee. At this point a couple of
other hands began stroking her stockinged legs and two of
the gang agreed with the comment of their friend. The
hands now got more adventurous. Despite her wriggling and
pleading they managed to run their hands up her outer
thighs. Fingers now were running around the waistband of
her tights. Julie felt so helpless with her feet some
distance off the floor. She tried to prise open the arms
around her waist, only to have her wrists grabbed and
held away.
She could now feel the sensation and indignity of having
her tights pulled down. She didn't understand why they
would want them. Despite what they had said they were of
little value. Her tights were now down to her knees and
she accepted the fact that they would soon be off. What
she was not prepared for was the new interest in her
tight blue lambs wool jumper.
Charlotte had taken hold of its waist and had begun to
gently roll it up her body. With a little careful
manoeuvring it came to rest just below her bra. In a
flash she then felt the tights leave her feet and the
jumper yanked up over her bra. The top rested on her
chest nesting on top of her white 'A cup' bra. Julie
desperately tried to free her hands so as to pull the top
back down. She hated anyone seeing her body. She had a
strict Baptist upbringing and nudity was frowned upon.
Whilst she was not religious her parents' views had made
her somewhat ashamed of her body. At school she dreaded
the communal changing rooms and taking part in sports.
Prancing around in a skimpy leotard or a short gym skirt
was something she was glad to have left behind.
Charlotte was now standing in front of her. To Julie's
relief she ordered the other girl to let her go. Julie
was relived. But no sooner had her feet hit the ground
she was grabbed hold of by her arms by a number of the
gang. Charlotte just looked on still facing her. She then
reached forward and took hold of the top, which was now
resting just below her breasts. She then pulled it
forcibly upward. Within seconds it was over her head and
being pulled along her arms. Charlotte walked backwards
and the garment sprung towards her. At the same time they
all released Julie's arms.
They all stood back to admire their work. Julie
instinctively covered her bra with folded arms. She
looked at the ground not daring to catch their glances
for fear of encouraging them.
'She's not so stuck up now!' she heard one comment.
Julie said nothing and hoped now they had what they
wanted. Perhaps they had now had their fun and would give
her back her top and let her go. As she stared at the
ground Charlotte spoke again.
'We still haven't seen everything she's got!'
'That's right!' agreed the Redhead.
With that the whole gang rushed forward and began pushing
her back and forth between them. It reminded her of a
dreadful game she had been forced to play as a youngster
called, Piggy-in-the-middle.' The only difference was
that she was the ball.
Hands pulled at her tight grey pencil skirt. She then
felt the button give and the garment loosen around her
trim waist. She heard the unmistakable sound of the zip
travel downward. The skirt feel quickly to her feet. She
was aware that despite the fading light they could
clearly see her dainty pink cotton panties. She
desperately tried to cover herself with her arms and
hands but as soon as she tried cruel hands grabbed her
wrists.
She was again lifted up and held in mid air facing
towards the ground. Every limb was held firmly whilst
another couple of arms supported her middle. She wondered
what might happen next. A hand was now resting on her
back and its fingers were fiddling with her bra clasp. It
was expertly unclasped, allowing her small 30 A breasts
to fall free from their confines.
To her horror she was then turned over. She now faced
towards the starry sky. She was all too aware that her
bra was resting above her naked breasts and that all
could view them. She felt herself going red with
embarrassment as she noticed some eight pairs of eyes
ogling her bare flesh. Then she felt herself being
lowered. As she hit the ground with a gently bump she was
aware that her bra was leaving her arms. She quickly
covered herself with her freed arms.
'Get on all fours like a dog!' ordered Charlotte.
Julie knew better than to disobey. If she submitted it
would be les humiliating she reasoned in her mind. Once
on all fours she felt a bit more comfortable as they
could no longer see her bare breasts.
She then felt a hand pushing her shoulders to the ground.
She didn't fight it. She was only too aware of her
vulnerable and strange position. Half naked with her
bottom in the air. How she hoped that no one else would
discover her in such a humiliating state.
She soon forgot her worries when she felt a stinking
sensation across one of her buttocks! Charlotte had
smacked her with all her strength. Julie gave out a
shriek and lowered her bottom to avoid any further pain.
She was ordered to get back in to position. She obeyed.
Each girl then took it in turn to give her cute little
rump a smack. Some were gently whilst others stung. Julie
wisely kept in position and bit her lip whilst fighting
back the tears.
Charlotte then spoke again, 'I hope we haven't heart you
soft little bottom! She joked.
She then began to caress the tingling flesh through the
thin fabric. Julie was aware that someone was shinning a
torch onto her bottom.
'Let us make sure that we have not damaged the little
virgin' quipped Charlotte.
To Julie's horror she felt her panties being pulled up
between her reddened buttocks. The girls then made
various jokes about her sore bottom.
'I think we should sooth her pain!' said one.
With that Julie felt a warm breath on her sore buttock
followed by a kiss. Other kisses followed and she guessed
that all of them must have followed the other girl's
lead.
Julie was then aware that someone had hold of the
waistband of her panties.
'Time these went!' announced charlotte. Julie felt the
coldness of the back of a knife blade as it slid between
her and the waistband. In one quick slice the tiny
garment felt away from her right leg. Another quick cut
and they were all too easily pulled from her body. Again
the torch was on. There obscene comments made it clear
that this time it was highlighting her exposed pussy.
'I think we should make up for so horrible' said the
Redhead.
Julie wondered what she meant. Again she felt a warm
breath caress her bare buttocks. A kiss followed and then
another. They started on her thigh and then moved across
her bottom. Then down.and down. Then it happened. A most
disgusting thing. A kiss fell on her exposed labia! She
recoiled.
'NO!' she shouted. 'Not there!'
She rolled on to her side to prevent the indignity
occurring again. Like a pack of wolves they jumped on
her. Within moments she was pinned on her back. Her legs
were then pulled open and her feet put over her
shoulders.
It was Charlotte who then went down. Her tongue and
fingers expertly dividing the virgin's pinkness. Julie's
please were ignored as Charlotte gently licked her tight
little orifice. One by one they then followed until all
had tasted her sweet juices. To start with Julie pleaded
for them to stop. To her shame her pleading became less
with each partner. By the fifth one she was meekly
murmuring. The last one was the Red-haired girl. Julie
tried to fight her feelings but she found herself gasping
with an unknown pleasure.
The others looked on knowingly. The watched with glee as
Julie experienced her first orgasm. They were not sure
why that night they had done such a thing. They all knew
that Charlotte was a lesbian and most of the gang had
experimented with her. What had started as a robbery had
turned into something none of them had planed. How lucky
they were to have found such a willing victim.
As Julie came to her senses she noticed the girls in
various compromising positions and in different states of
undress! Girls were licking and fondling each other,
masturbating and kissing. Julie had forgotten her
nakedness. The red-haired girl took her by the hand to
the edge of the clearing and began to kiss her. Soon
Julie found herself welling up with lust and desire. With
a little wine, guidance and encouragement she was soon
pleasuring her new friend as she had been pleasured.
The gang returned her possessions. Her clothing whilst a
little dirty was undamaged with the exception of her
dainty panties! They walked with her back to the bridge.
They took it in turn to kiss her goodnight. She returned
home and enjoyed a long hot bath contemplating what had
happened. She wondered just how her life might change.
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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