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Good Girl
by Jenny Shrdlu (no address provided)

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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

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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.
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