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Losing Her Virgina But Gaining A Vagina
by Johndough (no address provided)

***

A young girl creates the name virgina out of virgin 
and vagina and insists she doesn't yet have a vagina. 
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

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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.
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