There's something so wonderful about how your body feels sometimes when you wake up in the morning. Your body feels all relaxed, soft and warm...every time you move your muscles feel a delicious sense of pleasure.

You know, like when you've been standing in a line, say for hours and can finally sit down...how wonderful your legs feel? Only it's your whole body that feels like that. Every time you turn or stretch you feel this all-over sense of peace and languorous pleasure.

It's even better if the room is kind of chilly and you're in a soft, toasty warm bed, the covers drawn up around you.

The problem is that usually on mornings you feel like that it's a week day and you have to get up soon for school.

Now I happen to be one of those people who likes school. The classes are mostly boring, but easy, and there are piles and piles of people there I know.

But still, I like to stretch those wakeup times out as much as possible, turning slowly, rolling my head.

My bed is a double, because my parents got a new one, a whole new bedroom set, actually, so gave it to me. They did get me a new mattress, which was, like, a major relief. It would be incredibly weird sleeping on the exact mattress where my parents had been, like, doing it, you know?

The only covers I usually have are one black satin sheet over me, one under me, and the big, soft, fluffy down comforter that goes on top and is wonderfully warm.

I had to buy the satin sheets myself. My mother said it was a ridiculous and unnecessary expense, and that she thought my head was getting a little too swelled if I thought I should have satin sheets.

As if!

I mean, sure people are always wanting to hang around me, and I'm popular at school, and they're always calling and stuff, and the boys...God, are like, all over me for dates and stuff. But I'm not some snotty arrogant girl who thinks she's better than everyone else.

I do admit to feeling a secret pleasure at how pretty I am, and what a good body I have. I mean, I look at some girls who have lots of acne, or bad hair, or are like, real fat or flat chested, or have big noses and stuff and I feel sorry for them.

I lucked out, though. Well, it's genes, right. That's what my science teacher says. Both my mom and dad are really good looking so it would figure I probably would be too. Me and my brothers.

I'm not a blonde. Wouldn't that be just too perfect? Sigh. I've often thought of dyeing my hair just to see what it's like, but I'm afraid people would think me a bimbo and, you know, too concerned with my looks.

After all I have great hair. It's a sparkling bright shade of brown, a kind of light chestnut. It's very thick and full of body. I've tried lots of styles and stuff but right now it's mostly straight with just a little bit of wave, and about halfway down my back.

I prefer the windblown look in front, so it takes me a while to blow dry it every morning. I have lots of unruly bangs that I have to keep sweeping aside from my eyes, too. I like it, though. I like the image it gives of partly sweet and innocent, partly sexy and cool.

My face is oval, and pretty nicely shaped, with wide, cornflower blue eyes, a small, button nose, full, soft lips, and just a tiny sprinkling of freckles. My skin, aside from those few freckles is almost flawless.

I took after my mother in that way, unlike my poor brothers who take after my dad and are always having to dose themselves with clearasil.

I'm five feet six, which is just a bit short, but not real short, if you know what I mean. I'd prefer four more inches, but I can't complain. Like, my friend Beth is just five feet tall, so I'm lucky compared to her.

I have pretty good legs, nice and smooth and well-sculpted, and my body is generally pretty healthy and athletic, since I use my dad's exercise machine every weekend to keep firm and trim. The two parts of me that matter, though, that all the guys go for, are my ass and my boobs, and they're both just perfect.

Like, my boobs, for instance, aren't super big. I would hate to be really busty like Cheryl Cooper, who has these enormous boobs that distort her shape no matter what she wears. Plus everyone stares at them all the time, and make jokes about them. I've seen them in the shower at school and they really are incredibly big. I'd hate to have to walk around with so much weight.

See, boobs can be kind of a pain. Don't get me wrong, I love my boobs. I love to lay on my back and slide my hands over them, just very lightly, following their lines, the smooth roundness of their form.

But boobs can be annoying when you want to move fast, like running or jumping, or, like, when you want to lay on your belly, or lean forward.

Anyway, my boobs are kind of big. They're nothing like Cheryl's. I think she's a thirty-eight double D. Mine are only thirty-six Cees. But I'm kind of slim, so they really kind of...uhm, stick out, if you know what I mean. They look bigger on me than they are. I mean, if Holly Dunlop, who is six foot three had my exact boobs they'd probably look kind of small.

But on me they look good. They make my tops push out in just the right way, just enough that guys look and think hmm, she's got a nice set in there, but not enough for them to go, lookit the tits on her. You know?

I should mention my nipples. They're both wonderful, and also a pain, like my boobs I guess. They're about the size of nickels. Oh, well, I mean, the areolas are the size of nipples. The little nipples are a lot smaller, of course. They're very pink, and eeexxtreeeemmmlly sensitive.

I've asked other girls, in a kind of roundabout way, if their nipples are really sensitive, and I think mine are especially sensitive, much more so than others. Just a little thought of something arousing and they get all stiff and stick out really really hard.

My nipples are really obvious when they're hard, too. They become fatter, almost as thick as my little finger, and stick out through anything I'm wearing that's at all tight. And I like wearing tight tops.

They're also very sensitive to the cold, which can also make them erect.

And when they're erect, they become, like, incredibly sensitive to any kind of touch. Just rubbing my arms against them through my blouse or shirt cane send hot little tingles through my chest...and then my boobs get swollen and hot too, and soon, for no good reason I'm, like, really horny.

I have a reputation for not dating much, and not doing a lot on dates. You know why that is? It's because the first thing guys go for once they're kissing you is your boobs, and I'm just a fucking goner once some guy starts playing with my boobs. My mind spins away, my insides turn to mush, my groin burns with a liquid heat, and I'll do almost anything.

So I pretty much avoid dating guys at school to keep from getting a reputation as a whore. And it's all because of my super sensitive nipples.

Not that my boobs aren't sensitive too, of course. The skin seems much softer and more sensitive than almost anywhere else on my body, and stroking and caressing them turns me on even when it's just me doing it. When a guy who knows what he's doing - and there aren't many - gets his fingers digging into my soft mammary meat, starts mashing and squeezing them...well, you combine that with a little nipple work and I lose my mind.

And a girl my age isn't supposed to act like that, you know? We're supposed to be pure and sweet and not let anyone go too far unless we really, really love them and are in a long lasting relationship...meaning a few months, anyway.

My breasts are quite firm, and actually stick up just a bit, rather than sagging. I could get away without wearing a bra sometimes, like when I wear a sweatshirt, say, but the rubbing of my nipples against the fabric always, always makes them hard, and then people stare.

My ass now, thank God, isn't nearly so sensitive. Ha! It looks just as good, though, nice and firm and round, like an apple, so guys stare at me coming or going. I have nicely rounded hips, not too much, but a nice swelling from my thin, flat belly and narrow waist.

So guys can stare at me both coming and going!

That's both embarrassing and exciting. I guess a lot of things have good and bad points to them, huh?

I mean, it feels weird walking past some strange boys...actually even men now that I'm older...and knowing...just absolutely knowing for sure that their eyes are turned and focused right on your ass, watching it as you walk away. It's even stranger, and sometimes embarrassing when they're facing me and I catch their eyes looking down at my chest.

But sometimes it's also kind of...exciting, you know? Knowing they're thinking how good looking you are, knowing they're looking at you and wishing they could get you undressed, that they're imagining you naked, and wishing they could grope you and fuck you and all...well, it can really be a turn-on.

Not that it took me a lot to get turned on. I find my mind turning to sex more and more these days. Of course, given the things that have happened to me lately that isn't really surprising.

If my parents had any idea...

I sighed and rolled over again under the covers, the soft satin caressing my skin. I was naked, the way I always slept, and I spread my legs wider, drawing my knees back a little so the soft fabric would slide over my inner thighs.

I slid my hands slowly up my body, along my soft, firm belly, then up to my breasts, squeezing them slowly...gently...mashing them together, then pulling them apart. My nipples hardened immediately and I rubbed the satin across them and sighed in pleasure.

I thought about yesterday afternoon, and how it had changed my outlook on many things having to do with sex.

I had gotten all ready and gone out to a concert with this guy named Kyle. It was a first date, and I didn't really know him that well.

Unfortunately, the concert was cancelled just after it started due to a power failure of some kind. So we all broke up kind of early. I tagged along with Kyle, hoping to get him alone somewhere and...let him know what I was interested in.

But he got a ride home for us with this other guy he knew who owned a van. Not only were we not alone but we had to sit in the back of the van, on the floor, with, like seven or eight other guys. I was pissed off at first, because you couldn't so much as whisper without everyone hearing. And I had wanted to get to know Kyle a little, you know?

Everyone talked pretty casual like, about the concert and stuff, and nobody really flat out stared at me, but I started to feel this kind of sexual tension in the air, and I, like, knew that every single one of them wanted me.

Does that sound arrogant? Well, maybe. Maybe it was the mood I was in, which was majorly horny.

Their eyes moved over me, then off, then back again. They all seemed to be faced so they could watch me. I felt this kind of heat in my groin.

And then one of them talked about this backup singer who was on the stage, and how hot she was, and another of them looked at me and smiled and said, like, that she wasn't nearly as good looking as me. And then they all agreed, and I felt this mental growl among them, and knew they all wanted to do me.

I had this fantasy of them all doing it, grabbing me and fucking me together, a big gang bang. The thought was both frightening and intensely arousing. It wasn't that I wanted to do it, but the thought of it was enough to make my nipples harden instantly.

As I sat against the wall and tried to pretend a casualness I didn't feel, the light coming through from the cars behind us and around us, and the bright street lights was enough that any of them would have clearly seen my nips sticking out against my shirt.

So I pulled my knees up, kind of casual like. Of course, this made the crotch of my tight jeans dig in against my pussy, and I started getting really hot.

And one guy was saying how maybe I should, like, try out as a dancer or something. And then another one said, kind of as a joke, that I should be a nude dancer. And I felt the sexual atmosphere getting even tenser.

I knew that I could have every one of them, the eight in back and the two in front. Just me. And the idea was starting to turn my pussy into a raging volcano. I wouldn't have them...they would have me!

I consciously lowered my legs, pushing them out, having to drape them across the legs of a couple of other guys. Nobody complained, though. I asked if they minded and they said no, then one of them, who was further away kidded me about please rest my leg on him.

I was feeling almost light-headed with the sexual heat churning in my belly then, and I teasingly stretched out one leg, which meant spreading my legs wide, and laid it across his ankle. And he pretended to moan and groan in excitement.

"Don't get a boner, Rick," one of the others teased.

I didn't really know their names. I mean, they'd given them to me, of course, but when you get introduced to nine guys at the same time it's awfully hard to remember any of them.

"Keep away from him, Meghan. He's a pervert," another guy across the van said.

"Girls like perverts," Rick said.

"Yeah right," someone snorted.

"You like perverts, Meghan?" a guy asked.

"Sometimes," I said with a grin and a shrug.

A little voice in my head was saying "You better not fuck around with these guys, Meghan. You're stuck in here with them and who knows what might happen."

I ignored it.

The car that had been behind us passed us and this pickup truck came up behind us. It had higher lights and they were beaming almost right into the window, like into my face. I squinted my eyes against it, and when one of the guys near the door said come and sit there I decided to move.

That meant crawling across a bunch of legs and feet on all fours. The guy in the corner who'd offered reached out to take my arm and help me forward, but then one of the guys nearer the front of the van grabbed my ankle.

"No. We want her near us," he laughed.

"Yeah, we want Meghan up front," another guy said, grabbing at my other ankle.

"You've had her long enough," another of the guys near the back doors said. And then he reached out and grabbed at my arm too.

It was all playful...kind of..but also sexual, and I felt kind of...proud for having all these guys looking at me and wanting me.

I also felt a kind of exhibitionistic heat. Like, there I was kneeling on all fours in tight pants, and there were several guys behind me staring right at my ass. And also I was wearing that loose-at-the-bottom cropped top and I saw a couple of guys trying to look up it.

Then I yelped as someone grabbed my ass.

"No groping," one of them said. "Least without permission."

Then I fell forward against one of the other guys near the back, sprawled half across his lap before I could turn and finally pull myself into the small space between two of them they'd managed to make.

One of them put his arm over my shoulder.

"There. This is much better. Isn't it, baby?" he grinned.

"Uh yes," I gulped.

At least the bright lights of the following pickup weren't in my face now.

The talk turned a bit casual again, until some guy mentioned a movie he'd seen that was then playing. It was set in the early nineteen seventies.

"Did you see how tight they wore their pants then?" he said.

"Yeah," another guy nodded. "Fuckin amazing they could ever get them on."

"I liked the way the girls looked in them," another guy said, to much agreement.

"Hey, Meghan, how come girls don't wear really tight pants any more?" one of the guys beside me asked.

I shrugged. "I don't know, because it's not in style. People would think you were a showoff or a slut."

"Your pants are kind of tight," another of the guys said with a grin.

"They're not that tight," I said defensively.

Of course now all the guys were looking at my pants openly, and I felt that shimmery heat down there again.

"Yeah, but now girls wear those nice tops that don't come all the way down," another guy said.

"Yeah, I like those," another guy said.

Others said they did too, and I giggled a little self- consciously.

"I saw this girl once and she bent over where I was sitting down and you could look right up the bottom and see everything," another guy said.

"Pervert," another guy said.

"You'd just see her bra."

"No, she didn't have a bra."

"Cool."

"You could see everything, man."

"Let's get Meghan to bend over," someone said to laughter.

"I'm wearing a bra," I said, a little embarrassed but also excited.

"Prove it."

"Yeah, let's see it."

"What kind of bra?"

"Show us."

"Take it off. Take it off."

"Fuck you guys," I laughed.

"Any time you want."

"You wish," I said.

"Girls have great underwear," one of them said. "Guys have boring underwear."

"Yeah."

"You like to wear girls underwear, Colin?"

"I like to look at it," he protested amid laughter.

"On girls," someone else said.

"I like girls who don't wear bras," someone else said.

"Or anything else," another guy laughed.

"What's the name of that girl from The Neighbourhood on TV who says she never wears underwear?"

"That's Chelsea Rook."

"Yeah, she's cute."

"She's also flat," I said. "She doesn't need a bra."

"You're not flat, Meghan," someone giggled.

I blushed again, and folded my arms over my chest in mock anger.

"Sure isn't," another guy said.

"Just tell us what color your bra is, Meghan so we can fantasize," another guy said.

"No way," I laughed.

"Come on. White?"

"No."

"Black?"

"No. It's green, okay?" I blushed again as several of them laughed and whooped.

"Green undies."

"Show us."

"Uh uh."

"Come oooon. Please?"

"You guys are perverts."

"No, we're bored," another guy sighed.

"Fucking traffic," another guy growled.

"Yeah, hey, Eddie, can't you move this fucking thing?"

"What do you want me to do, drive over the traffic in front?" the driver called back.

"Yeah."

"Yeah."

"So show us your bra, Meg."

"No," I said, my insides churning and steaming.

"Why not? You probably wear less on the beach."

"That's on the beach."

"You know what I like on the beach," a guy said. "Those thong bathing suits."

"Yeah," a half dozen guys said.

"You ever wear one of those, Meg?"

I shook my head.

"Why not? All girls should wear them."

"Too embarrassing," I said, blushing.

I was kind of squeezed in between two guys, and one of them had hand in his lap and his arm kind of pushing against the side of my breast. It wasn't accidental either cause he had to lean forward a bit from the wall to do it. I pretended I didn't notice.

"Let's take a vote. Who wants to see Meghan's bra?"

Everyone held or waved their arm and hand and shouted me!

I giggled, then kind of gripped the bottom of my top and yanked it up then down again.

There were a bunch of yells and whistles and protests that it hadn't been long enough, and they begged me to just do it again.

"I was looking the other way."

"I didn't see."

"The light was in my eyes."

So I kind of rolled my eyes and shook my head, then lifted the top right up, baring my chest.

The bra I was wearing was a lacy french one with half cups. It was silky soft, which I liked because it made me feel sexy and because with no friction against my boobs my nipples were less likely to get hard.

"What color are your panties?" a guy asked as soon as I pulled my shirt down.

"Forget it!" I exclaimed.

"Nice bra."

"Yeah."

"Really sexy."

I shrugged kind of cockily.

"Nice boobs inside it."

"Yeah!" several guys agreed.

"Everything about Meghan is nice."

"Oh right," I snorted.

"Show us your boobs!"

"No way!"

"Show us your panties."

"Oh, show me yours," I sniffed.

"Sure."

"We will if you will."

"You show us yours and we'll show you ours," another guy giggled.

One guy knelt and lifted his T-shirt up under his arms, pushing his bare chest out. Others laughed at him and one jerked him back down. Another guy got to his knees and pulled his pants down.

He had black jockey underwear, and before he jerked his pants back up I could see the clear outline of his cock, which looked, not erect, but...not soft either.

There were more taunts and shouts directed at him and he was shoved back, but then a couple more guys got to their knees long enough to jerk their pants down and display their underwear. One guy had big boxer shorts with hearts on them and everyone, including me, laughed like crazy.

Well, then, feeling hot and sexy and basking in their lust I pushed up onto my knees, undid my belt and opened my pants.

"Now I'm only doing this once," I said.

Everyone leaned forward to watch as I jerked my pants down and bared my green lacy panties. they were very small, with a narrow elastic waistband that clung to my hips, then dove deeply down to the small V of fabric over my crotch.

I trembled slightly as I held my jeans around my thighs, then I jerked them back up and sat back down, doing up the catch as they whistled and yelled their compliments. I flushed deeply, embarrassed but super hot under their lust and attention.

"Take it off! Take it off!" one of them yelled.

"Yeah! Take it all off!"

I shook my head, smiling self-consciously.

"We'll show you ours," one of them said.

"She'd need a magnifying glass, Joey," someone else sneered.

"Yeah, fuck you, Miller."

"You're both no bigger than worms," another guy said.

"Yeah, and what's yours, spaghetti?"

I just like, sat there quietly in the shadows as they all argued about who had the biggest cock. This was an incredibly strange position to be in. The only girl among all these guys, and I kind of squeezed my pussy together, getting hotter and hotter.

Then one of the guys across the van pulled his cock out of his pants and showed it to everyone...including me. I gasped and blushed even more as he was yelled at and taunted. He put it back in, arguing with someone near him.

There was so much shouting and laughter I couldn't hear much of the words. Then another guy jerked his cock out and showed it to everyone. It was bigger than the first guy. And then another guy shouted for attention and pulled his out.

He was hard.

I held my breath and felt a tightness in my chest and a squirming in my belly.

Another guy pulled his out, and then one guy shouted that they'd have a contest. Everyone would pull theirs out and see who was the biggest and thickest.

It was like they forgot I was there...Or at least, so I thought, but then one of them turned to me, and I saw the hunger in his eyes.

"Meghan can be the judge," he said.

The van got still for a moment, as all eyes turned to me, then guys started pulling their cocks out, even the ones right beside me. I shrank back against the wall as much as I could, heart pounding like a triphammer.

"No fair. You guys are hard," one of them said.

"Maybe Meghan will help you out," another jeered.

"Yeah. Want to Meghan?" the guy taunted.

I shook my head in embarrassment, then held my breath as he began to stroke his cock to get it hard. He looked up at me and his cock thickened and lengthened almost at once.

I tried to look somewhere there wasn't any cock, but there wasn't any place to look.

"Which is the biggest, Meghan?" one of them asked.

"Yeah, judge?"

"Maybe she needs a closer inspection," someone snickered.

I thought again about a gang bang. The thought was still frightening, but even more intensely arousing.

I looked around at all those hard cocks and just kind of pointed at one that looked bigger than the others. There was lots of argument and I tried to ignore them.

But hell, there were two guys pressing against me from either side, and their cocks were sticking out of their pants all stiff and hard.

"We'll have a jerkoff contest," one of them said.

I didn't know what his words meant at first, then my pulse skyrocketed.

Several guys laughed and jeered, but a few others, probably because of me, agreed.

"Circle jerk! Circle jerk!" one guy laughed.

"Okay, first one to come wins."

"We need some inspiration."

"Yeah. Hey, Meghan, how about showing us your bra again?"

"Fuck that. Show us your tits."

"Yeah. Come on. We're showing you ours."

"Let's see your tits, Meghan!"

"Yeah, just for a second."

"No way!"

"Show us! Show us!"

"Forget it!"

"Come on! Come on!"

"We wanna see!"

One of the guys next to me grabbed the bottom of my blouse and tugged on it, not seriously, but just teasing.

I looked around, blushing but hot, then lifted my top again, showing my bra. Then, with my heart pounding a mile a minute, I unclipped the clip which fastened between the cups and let my bra fall away.

They were all whistling and yelling as I held my hands over my breasts, then, almost unable to breath I pulled my hands away and showed them all my swollen white boobs and hard pink nipples.

One of the guys sitting beside me reached over and grabbed one of my breasts, giving it a fat, hard squeeze before I jerked my arm down and twisted away, and many of the others laughed and joked.

"Okay, we need a prize for the winner," someone called.

"A kiss from Meghan," another growled.

"A kiss on the cock!"

"A blowjob!"

"No no. A kiss from the fair maiden and...her bra to remember her by," the guy said.

Everyone seemed to agree to that, though I protested a little. I finally agreed then, too excited to care much.

But then they wanted me to take it off first, so I shyly, and excitedly pulled my top up again. I had to take it right off to slip my bra straps over my shoulders, and my nipples felt excruciatingly tender as their eyes feasted on them.

I could have mostly hidden my boobs by holding the shirt over them as I slipped my bra off, but it was making me too excited to have them see. My breasts were so swollen I thought they would explode, and I knew now that if I dropped my shorts to show them my panties they'd see a big stain in the front.

I covered my chest finally, with the shirt, as I held the bra up by one strap. There were whistles and cheers and I blushed in excitement and embarrassment.

Then one of the guys took the bra and while I was looking at him another reached forward and snatched the top away from me hard enough to jerk me forward. I fell on the pile of legs and feet, complaining even though I was really not that upset.

I covered my breasts with my arms, glaring at him.

"Give it back!" I called amid the wolf whistles and scattered obscene suggestions.

"Come and get it," he taunted, holding it out.

I kept my left arm across my breasts, cupping my right breast in my hand as I leaned forward on my knees and grabbed for the top. He kept jerking it back, and then as I got a hand on it he yanked and I fell forward, sprawling across their legs and feet again.

I felt a hand shoot in between my legs and grab my crotch as I quickly pushed myself up to my knees again. I wasn't as...desperate to cover my breasts as I might have been. I was finding this embarrassing, true, but the excitement far outweighed it.

I grabbed at it again, much closer to him now, and he held it above his head, then tossed it across the van to another guy. I tried to grab at it and fell across several of their laps, including a guy who had his hard cock out. I felt it pressing up against my bare belly and gasped as I hurriedly pulled away.

Not before he grabbed at one of my breasts though, and then someone else grabbed my ass. I crawled over to the other guy who had my top, then covered my breasts with one arm again as I straightened on my knees, grabbing at it.

"Give it!" I demanded.

"Give me a kiss and I will."

"Come oooon!"

"Just one kiss."

"All right," I pouted, heart pounding and head throbbing.

Covering my breast with one arm I moved closer, bending forward. I yelped as someone groped my crotch again and slapped at the guy behind me, then turned back and moved closer, so I wouldn't have to bend over. I straddled him and put an arm on his shoulder, then leaned forward and kissed him.

He immediately brought his arms around me, cupping my ass while his mouth pushed hard against mine. His tongue pushed between my lips as one of his hands came up behind my head, holding me in place. Then his other hand came up and pushed my hand back so he could sink his fingers into my breast.

I yelped in shock and pleasure, the heat shooting through me as I twisted aside. I fell back across their legs again, this time on my back, my breasts jiggling and shaking. I quickly turned onto my belly and tried to get to my knees only to have a hand grab my crotch, and two more slide in from either side to grope my breasts.

I shook free but one guy grabbed both my wrists. He was a big guy, too, and kind of dragged me forward and right up against him so he could mash his lips down on mine.

At the same time someone grabbed at my shorts, yanking at them. I tried to break free. I got one hand loose and reached back for them but not in time. They jerked down my legs, taking my panties with them.

There was a roar of approval from them all as my shorts were yanked right off my feet so hard they sent my tennis shoes flying as well.

Now I was totally naked in one guy's arms as his tongue pushed into my mouth. The guy beside him was groping one of my breasts, and several more hands were groping and grabbing at my crotch and ass.

"Who needs a circle jerk when we got pussy!" one of the guys yelled.

"Dibs!"

"Fuck you!"

"I"m first!"

They were all yelling eagerly as hands pawed at me. I broke loose from the guy kissing me only to fall back amidst them on my back again. I was incredibly aroused, so much that I was on the verge of coming. I was trembling with sexual pressure and excitement, my nipples so hard they hurt.

Their hands were all over me as I twisted and rolled, gasping and panting, and slapping at them. I wasn't really fighting, and I didn't want it to stop, but I felt...like I had to...to resist...or at least, pretend to resist.

Otherwise I'd be a slut, right?

God! I realized they all were going to fuck me! and I think I realized that even if I really and truly tried to stop it I probably couldn't. They would gang rape me.

And that made me even hotter, even more aroused. I rolled over and over, my legs writhing as hands groped and grabbed and clutched and squeezed at every part of me. I kicked at them, shouting, "No!" and "stop it!" and "Let me go!"

But I wasn't serious, and whether they knew it or not I don't think by then that they would have cared as their hands fought each other for possession of my nubile young flesh.

A big hand cupped my pussy and held it firmly as I wriggled and writhed and kicked, then someone grabbed one of my wrists, and someone else grabbed my other hand and I was yanked over on my back. More hands grabbed my ankles, pulling them wide, as half a dozen hands ran over my body, pinching my nipples, squeezing my breasts, and groping at my pussy and ass.

I continued to wriggle and writhe, demanding they release me.

"Let me go, bastards!"

"After we fuck you, baby!"

"She's gonna get fucked good tonight!"

Then I came. The heat of the hand squeezing my cunt, the other hands clawing at my breasts, and the whole deliriously sexual situation was just too much. I had to hide my orgasm, though. So I directed the excess energy into straining at their hands, arching my back repeatedly, pulling with my hands and legs as they fought to restrain me.

My gasped and yowls were taken as anger, fear, frustration, whatever. I don't think any of them realized I was in the midst of a powerful, gut wrenching orgasm as I sobbed and moaned and wriggled violently.

Part of it was they were distracted by arguing over who would be first, but mostly it was just that they probably couldn't imagine a girl who would orgasm as a group of guys was preparing to gang rape her.

The orgasm shook me the core, and drained my energy down to almost nothing. I went limp at last, in their arms, laying on the floor of the van as they held me spreadeagled. I was gasping for breath, my chest heaving, and they probably just thought I was exhausted from my resistance.

Then the first guy knelt there between my spread legs. They were all around me, hands still stroking and squeezing at my breasts and crotch as he dropped his pants and pulled out his hard- on. I moaned softly as I looked up at him, and he leered excitedly.

He gripped his hard-on and pressed it against my cleft, rubbing it up and down as he shuffled a bit closer.

"No!" I gasped. "D...don't! Let me go!"

I writhed in their grip again, straining at their hands, arching my back and thrashing weakly.

Then he gripped my hips and sank his prick into me. I felt myself pierced, felt his cockhead sliding effortlessly through the tight, hot, wet folds of my pussy flesh, tearing my tight fuck tunnel open as it drove down into my belly.

"Ram it in there, Mike!"

"Fuck her!"

"Give it to her, man!"

"Stick that cock up her!"

"Uhnggghhhh," I groaned.

"She loves it, man!"

"Ooh! OhhH!" I gasped.

I felt myself stuffed to the brim and his cock wasn't even buried in me yet. His hands slid up my body and squeezed my breasts hard as he thrust in hard and deep, driving his cock in to the hilt.

I shuddered, my sexual fires screaming higher and higher as they all whistled and yelled and clapped in approval.

"Fuck her hard, Mike!"

"Pound that pussy!"

"Root the bitch, Mike!"

He dropped forward atop me, leering in pleasure, griding his pelvis against my thighs as he gripped my hair. I gasped in pain as he pulled at it, forcing my head back. Then he crushed his lips against mine, his tongue shooting into me as he continued to grind his pelvis against me.

His hard chest crushed my breasts as he began to hump, his cock sliding back through the straining, clutching lips of my sex, fighting the pull of my tight pussy tunnel. Then he drove it back into me and I grunted into his mouth as I felt that delightful full feeling again.

It wasn't just his fucking, though. It wasn't even mostly that. It was being here helpless, held down, with all of them watching. It was their wild laughter and lewdly expressed comments. It was their leering eyes and exultantly displayed lust.

It was being gang raped. Me. Me, Meghan Turner was being held down and gang raped! Oh my God!

I thought about my mother and father. What were they doing now? Could they possibly imagine what their little girl was doing now. They were sitting at home reading, not for a second imagining that sweet, innocent Meghan was being held down naked by eight...ten guys who were getting ready to...to rape her, to gang rape her!

He was all over me, squashing me to the floor as he began humping faster, his hips grinding, his cock pumping back and forth through my taut pussy lips, rasping heavily across my hard little clit.

I felt them jerking my legs even further apart, and arched my back a little, wriggling to keep up the show of resistance. His cock pounded down into me now, and my insides were being churned to a froth by his big cock.

He jerked my head back hard and his mouth came down against the nape of my neck, biting down and sucking as he threw his hips down and forward, tearing his prick back and forth inside me.

Then he grunted and cursed, thrusting in especially hard, jamming his meat into my belly. I felt his prick get even bigger, felt it throbbing, then exploding inside me, and whimpered in wondrous delight at the knowledge that his juices were flooding down into my tight pussy.

He fell heavily atop me, gasping for breath. Then he pushed himself off, rolled back, and another guy knelt there. He pressed his prick into me and thrust deep. He didn't drop atop me, but knelt there, fucking steadily, his cock pistoning through my cunt opening for several minutes until he came.

Then the next guy moved in and jammed his cock home. He fell atop me and grabbed my hair like the first one did, crushing his mouth down and grabbing my breast in a tight, hard, painful grip, squeezing furiously as he pounded into me.

All the time the others watched in excitement, laughing and joking, elbowing each other, yelling to them to fuck me harder, to really give it to me. They were really charged up sexually, and I realized they saw me as nothing more than a cunt, a piece of fuck meat for them to use.

That didn't insult me. Instead it made me even hotter. I strained and writhed in their grip from time to time, moaning as another, then another guy dropped on top of me and slammed their cock home.

Then one of them jerked my legs away from those holding them, lifting them up and jamming them back. He gripped them behind the knees, forcing them way back and apart, raising my ass off the floor as he pounded down really, really hard.

I grunted with each impact, yelping an gasping as his tool ripped into me. My ass hurt from the bruising pounding he was giving it, but my cunt was steaming and burning. I came again, clenching my jaws to keep from screaming, shuddering and trembling as they all slapped his back and urged him to pound me.

"That's it, Jim! Fuck the bitch!"

"Rip her cunt open, man!"

"Give it to her!"

"Look at him go!"

"She's gotta feel that!"

"That's gonna be one sore little ass tomorrow!"

God, my back ached as he bent me back even more, and I felt waves of lewd excitement as he split my legs and showed everyone everything I had. His hips were smacking against my ass loud enough to be heard over the laughter and shouting from the guys watching, and my pussy was in heaven as his meat slipped back and forth through it.

Then he gave a final thrust and let go of my legs, sitting back on his heels and pulling his prick loose.

My legs fell to the van floor as I groaned with the sudden release of pressure on my back. Another guy moved in, an older one with a beard.

"Turn her over," he called. "Turn her on her belly."

I hardly paid much attention to his words as the others rolled me over, and quickly grabbed my arms and legs again, jerking them wide. I moaned weakly as his hands moved over my ass.

I heard spitting behind me, then something pressed against my asshole. My eyes went wide and I gasped in shock. I was simultaneously filled with fear and a deep, powerful heat as his cockhead pressed down forcefully, trying to push past my sphincter.

"No! Don't!" I cried, writhing, thrashing, straining against their grip on my wrists and ankles.

"Oh, man! He's gonna shove it up her ass!"

"Fuck her ass, Steve!"

"That little ass will never take a cock that big!"

"She'll take a fuckin' fence post if she has to!"

"Man, I gotta do that!"

"Yeah, me too!"

"Uhnhngggghh!" I groaned as his cock thrust into me, forcing its way through my little opening.

"I've wanted to do that to every tight assed bitch I've met!"

"Feed her cock, Steve!"

"Stuff that ass full, man!"

His cock pulled back, then thrust in hard and I cried out as I felt impaled on its hard, thick length. He drove it into me, hammering it forward against the resistance of my virginal ass. It ached, and felt kind of...rawly sore, but I was too aroused to care about pain.

I was filled with the lewdest excitement at this all, knowing it was the hottest, sexiest, sluttiest thing for any girl in the world to do.

I felt cramps in my belly as his prick pushed really deep and groaned in pain. He pulled back then rammed forward and drove his prick to the hilt in my ass. I shuddered and sobbed, my face pressing down into the van floor as he ran his hands over my body.

"Like that, baby?" he jeered.

"Fuck her!"

"Ream her out!"

He started to do just that, pulling his prick back down my ass tunnel, then shoving it forward again. It hurt, but the pleasure shielded me from most of the pain, and as he fucked harder my anal muscles seemed to dissolve, to stop resisting.

His meat pushed easily through my tunnel then, fucking steadily, in and out, in and out, in, out, in, out, in out. His hands came down on the floor to either side of my head as he leaned into me, and his cock pumped even harder.

God, it felt so strange! His big, meaty pole of flesh was tearing up and down inside me, where I'd never felt anything before, and my clitty was grinding against the floor as my body was jerked to and fro by his heavy thrusts.

My body was jarred violently by each of his hard blows, and again my ass took the main force of it as he pounded into me.

The van was bouncing a little, rocking as it moved over some rough road, then it stopped as he dropped atop me, his cock buried in my ass. He groaned and held still, and I knew his sperm was draining down into my bowels.

The side door of the van was yanked open as he got up and off me. Hands grabbed my wrists and dragged me across the floor and out the door. My rubbery legs wouldn't support me, but they didn't need to as two of them held me between them and moved me around in front of the van.

We were in a small clearing amidst bushes and trees, and it was dark. Then they threw me down on the grass with the lights of the van in my eyes. I lay there, gasping and moaning as they all surrounded me.

Then one of them moved forward. I tried to crawl away but he grabbed my hips and pressed himself into me from behind. I moaned and then cried out as he grabbed my hair to hold me in place.

I felt his cock pressing against my asshole, then it thrust in hard and he shifted his grip to my shoulders as he started humping into me.

The others moved closer, snickering and laughing, some on their knees near us, others still standing as they all watched.

Then one moved forward in front of me, holding his cock in his hand. He gripped my hair, and I cried out as he forced my head up and back. Then he stuffed his cock into my open mouth.

"Suck it, baby. Suck that cock!" he growled.

These guys, who had all seemed so nice and polite before, were now wild-eyed and hot, reduced to their bestial instincts as they surrounded me and their cocks hungered to plunge into my soft flesh.

I felt overwhelmed by it all, but my pussy was juicing and burning with need as the guy behind me pounded his hips into my buttocks, and I eagerly began to suck the second cock as he twisted and pulled at my hair.

My breasts were dangling below me like udders, swinging back and forth as my body was hammered from behind. Hands reached out and grabbed at them, fingers digging into the tender flesh, pinching and pulling, twisting and squeezing, fighting each other for possession as they cursed and growled in lewd desire.

And all around me the guy continued their laughter and jeers and lewd, obscene chants.

"Yeah! Fuck her! Fuck the slut!"

"Ream her tight ass!"

"Fuck her face!"

"Jam it down the bitch's throat!"

"Ha! Let her choke on that meat!"

"Lookit these tits!"

"I'm next."

"No I am!"

"Fuck you!"

"Hey, let's fuck her tits!"

I heard their words, the babble surrounding me, and I moaned in lewd delight as they beat down on me, making me feel like an absolute animal, a sexual toy for their use. I wasn't Meghan any more. I was their bitch, their slut, and they could do anything they wanted to her!

The cock I was trying to suck kept jerking to and fro in my mouth. Partly it was because my body was being jerked back and forth by the guy riding me, and partly it was cause the guy in front was fucking his cock into my face rather than just kneeling still while I sucked.

Yesterday I wouldn't have allowed that, but today, tonight, I gave myself totally to them, becoming a thing, a creature of sex, a helpless fuck toy for them to rape and abuse

I came again, my insides exploding, lights sparkling before my eyes, my nervous system in meltdown as I bucked and jerked and shook in spastic glee.

And in the midst of it the guy in front fucked his cock forward so deep it slid right into my throat. There was a moment of surprise, then a lack of care. My orgasm was still tearing my insides apart and I just didn't care what happened.

The guy in front of me cursed, and then the rest of them joined him, shouting in disbelief and excitement as they saw his balls pressing against my chin. I could hardly see anything since my face was pressed into his belly, but I noted the shouts in some distant corner of my mind, and purred in delight that they were so excited at what I was doing.

When my mind kind of came back I realized that there was this big, thick...something in my throat, and a moment later that it was his cock. My eyes widened in surprise, and I felt a momentary panic, but since it was already deep inside me...and I was able to breath, the panic eased.

The biggest problem most girls have with deep throating is they think they'll choke, and so they panic and gag. But since it had kind of happened before I was even aware of it there hadn't been time to panic or worry. Besides, I had done it before...with Sean...and survived it. Right?

One thing I quickly found out was that if you're relaxed enough you can actually breath with a cock in your throat. And I was so relaxed that I was able to draw in enough air right from the start, so had no fears on that score.

So I could just kneel there and concentrate on the strange sensation of having a cock in my throat. I had only heard of deep throating a couple of times, and had dismissed it as something no normal girl could do. But here I was doing it, and it was easy!

It only got a little harder when he started to move, started to ease his cock back up my throat. But just about then the guy raping my asshole went into overdrive, and that kind of distracted me a little.

Then he slapped my ass hard several times as he came inside me. He pulled back and my ass felt cold for a moment without someone pressed against it.

Then someone else moved into place and mounted me, this time plunging his cock into my pussy. I groaned in delight around the stiff pecker in my throat, pushing back against him as he dug his fingers into my flanks and started fucking me good and hard.

The guy in front of me, fucked his cock back into my throat then, and I stared at the glistening shaft as it slid forward and disappeared into my lips. He groaned, squeezing my head, crushing my face against his belly as the rest of them growled their approval.

"Suck that cock!"

"Swallow his meat, baby!"

"Lookit that cunt swallow cock!"

"Yeah, and her mouth too!"

"I gotta do that!"

One bent right over, his face right against mine to sneer at me. "You like the taste of that, bitch? Huh? You like swallowing cock meat?"

I felt my pussy burning as the cock fucking me stroked heavily across my clit. It was driving deep too, with my ass up and legs apart. I grunted and moaned, my mind reeling, my nervous system disintegrating under the constant bombardment of high pressure sexual heat.

The cock fucked his cock slowly up and down my throat, then he came, pouring his jis down into my belly. The instant he slipped out several others fought to take his place. Then my hair was grabbed and another prick shoved into my mouth, then almost at once, forced down my throat.

Another followed him, then another, as my throat began to ache.

But by then most of them had come inside me once and were more relaxed, and more playful.

They pulled back, and one guy, a grinning blonde, lay down on the grass. They made me crawl over him, straddling his body, then he gripped his cock as I sank down atop it.

He pulled me down against his body and held me there for a minute as another guy pressed his cock against my bung hole and slowly forced it into me to the hilt. I had two cocks in my belly now and I quivered and groaned from the full, bloated feeling.

The guy behind me pulled my hair back, forcing my head way back, making me cry out in pain. I pushed myself up off the other guy's chest, my arms straight below me, back still arched. Then another guy moved forward and gripped my hair, twisting my head to the side.

His cock pushed forward, and I was triply pierced. My head was twisted to the side this time, and it was much harder and more awkward taking the guy's prick down my throat. They didn't give me any option, though.

The three of them began working their cocks in and out of me, laughing and taunting each other, grunting and thrusting, their hands all over me as they twisted and turned me to meet their wishes.

My insides were a fiery liquid stew as the two big stiff boners jerked in and out and twisted around in my guts. They squashed and squeezed me between them, their hot, sweaty flesh pressing against my body as they gasped and panted and cursed and growled their lust at me.

I just felt like...like I was so totally and completely USED by these hot, horny guys!

I felt my mind blasted by another towering orgasm, this one even more shattering then the others. If it weren't for the cock down my throat I would have screamed my pleasure to the world, and none of them would have had any doubt about how I felt.

As it was they took my thrashing and shaking and desperate gurgling moans as an attempt to break free. Hands tightened on my arms and in my hair, and I felt several slaps on my ass cheeks as they cursed and ordered me to stop.

A minute later they spewed their juices into my throat, pussy and ass. I was dumped off, and for a few seconds I was left on my back in the grass, groaning. Then one of the others knelt between my legs and jammed his prick down my wet pussy.

Another squatted in front of me and lifted my head up by grasping a fistful of hair, forcing my head way back so he could push his prick into my mouth and then down my throat.

I tasted something strange on the cock in my mouth, something unfamiliar, and realized after a few moments that it was the pussy cream from my own cunt! I moaned in lewd disbelief, then sucked harder still, thinking of how low and slutty I was.

They rode me hard and fast, and all I could do was lay there and groan. They guy in my pussy finished and got off, and the guy in my throat pulled out just long enough to spew his juices into my face. He laughed, as did the others sitting and squatting around, and smeared it all over my face with his sodden cock.

He got up and I lay still, chest rising and falling quickly, cum trickling out of my sore asshole and pussy.

"Oowww!" I cried as someone grasped a fistful of my hair from behind and yanked up and back.

I instinctively shot my hands back, clawing at his hand and he cursed and let go, dropping me back into the grass. I turned, blinking my tired eyes up at him as he cursed me.

Then a couple more of them grabbed my arms and dragged me to my knees.

"Fucking bitch!" he snapped.

I moaned and tugged at my arms but they held them tightly, their fingers digging into my wrists. They pulled them together behind my back. I struggled, gasping and panting, whining in confusion as they produced a strip of cloth, wrapped it around my wrists and bound them tightly together behind me.

One of them grabbed my hair once more, forcing me up to my feet and holding my head back. He marched me over next to the van, then pushed me down onto my knees once again and pulled my face in against his crotch.

As tired and sore as I was I had felt a sudden, frighteningly powerful burst of excitement when I had realized my arms were being tied behind my back. Now the sexual energy flowed through my veins, giving me new strength as I slipped my mouth over his cockhead.

I felt so utterly helpless like this, and so indescribably erotic! I pulled and tugged against the bonds...what felt like soft cord...binding my wrists, not to escape but feel the tightness against my flesh.

He made no effort to push his cock into my throat, content to have me bob my lips up and down as he slid his fingers through my hair.

Then he sat back in the open door of the van, pulling me over so I had to bend. He pulled my face off his cock then and grinned at me as he gripped my tits.

His strong fingers dug into the soft, now bruised flesh, and I groaned as he pinched my nipples.

Then he eased forward, spreading his legs wide, bringing his stiff boner up against my breasts.

He squashed them around his prick then and began to rub and squeeze them against it as he tried to pump against me. I had no idea what the fuck he was doing, but could only groan and gasp and go along as he used my breasts to jerk himself off with.

My breasts were super sore, and super sensitive, and my nipples were on fire as he worked my meat around his. I was quickly got so hyper aroused...this time...oddly, not through my groin but through my breasts, that I could barely keep from coming.

Then someone took a jack handle or something, something thick and round anyway, and jammed it up my ass so deep I screamed. Someone twisted my head to the side and another cock jammed into my face as the guy said. "Well, this'll shut the bitch up."

He pumped it in and out as they all laughed, and my body exploded in orgasm as my squeals of pleasure became muffled whines.

That took the last of my energy, and I knelt there almost semi-conscious now as he finished, pulled out, and sprayed his load into my face. The guy fucking my tits took a little longer, then he came too, with long, stringy wads of white jism spurting against my tits and chest.

That was when they pulled me back from the van and made me kneel in the middle of them all as they held their cocks. I knelt there weakly, head down, swaying as they all jerked off, or tried to. Not all could get it up since most had fucked me twice now.

But they were young, and I was a sight to behold, no doubt the hottest thing they'd ever seen or even imagined.

They all tried to time it. I could hear them shouting to one another, some slowing down or stopping so as not to come too fast, then they all moved in as close as they could...the ones that were ready, and jism started flying.

It spurted against my hair and face. It splashed on my back and breasts and thighs. It dribbled down my belly and between my legs and over my buttocks as they all laughed and jeered and squeezed every drop of white juice out their cocks.

I fell back on my ass, groaning weakly as they all got their clothes together, got dressed, then piled back into the van. There was some discussion about what to do with me...which I didn't pay much attention to. I think some wanted to just leave me there like that, while others wanted to take me home.

Anyway, a couple of them got out, finally, and one grabbed a long thin stick and smacked my ass, ordering me to get into the van.

I climbed to my feet and staggered over to the van, then practically fell inside. They made me lay in a corner by myself as the van pulled out and headed back into town.

I think I fell asleep on the way back. Then the van was stopped and the side door was opened. Someone pushed his foot against my stomach, rolling me over, then put it against my back, shoving me towards the door.

He leaned over and cut the cord from my wrists, then literally shoved me out the door. I heard laughter, then the door closed, and the van tires squealed as it pulled away.

The End