I sat on her couch in the living room for a few minutes wondering what the hell to do next. I had come to her house intending to seduce her and enjoy a gorgeous evening of hot sweaty fucking with the girl of my dreams. Instead I had humiliated her. Damn!

My heart pounded in my chest, almost violently, as I thought about her naked flesh, spread beautifully before me, welcoming me into the pleasures of her flesh with enthusiastic pelvic bouncing. She would truly be an awesome fuck! Possibly the best I'd ever have my whole life. But had I ruined my chance? Would she ever speak to me again? Should I just leave?

I took a step toward the door, but then stopped. Once again thoughts flooded my mind of my mouth on her tits, greedily sucking and licking her nipples as a pressed my cock in and out of her. I saw her belly rolling in waves beneath me as she worked her pelvis around in delicious little circles enhancing the overwhelming pleasure of my desperate thrusting. It was too sexy to give up. I had to at least try.

I turned and headed up the stairs where she had fled to. Down the hall I saw a door slightly open and heard the soft sounds of feminine weeping. I stepped up to it and pushed it silently open.

There she was, the goddess of all my wettest dreams, flopped down on her bed with her ass toward me. Her legs were slightly parted and I could see up her skirt. She wasn't wearing underwear! The little slut! I grinned to myself. She had planned to fuck me all along. If I would have just paid more attention to her instead of getting lost in that day dream, I probably would have been inside that sweet little cunt by now. Damn!

Damn indeed. Her little patch seemed to peek out at me from the shadows of her skirt. It's lips pouted out toward me, and I could just imagine parting them with the head of my cock. Sliding into her hot, slippery squeeze.

Sliding in the way Andrew had.

Andrew?

Yes, Andrew. Her first lover. The lucky bastard who had taken her cherry one cool summer night. She had been fifteen when it happened, and freshly energized by her recent discovery of sexual climax with Mark. She was enthusiastic about her first fuck, and on the lookout for a suitable candidate. She met Andrew at a convenience store.

She was sitting there with a girl friend Roseanne when he pulled up in his convertible. He must have been 19 or 20. He smiled at them and they smiled back, all gushy and giggly as only teenage girls can be.

"You chicks know where there's a party?" he asked.

They shook their heads in negation.

"We were kinda looking for something to do too," Crystal said.

"You wanna come for a ride?" he invited. "Maybe we can find something. If not, then maybe we can make our own fun."

It was a seriously cheesy line, but they bought it. They were young and stupid after all, and he was an older guy with a car. He probably could have belched the alphabet and they still would have gone along with him. Needless to say, they jumped in the back seat and he squealed away.

They drove around and around for the longest time, up and down the main drag, looking for a party. There wasn't one to be found unfortunately and the girls began to get restless, each for their own reasons. Roseanne because she was nearing her curfew and would have to be taken home soon, and Crystal because she couldn't get over the thought of going all the way with this guy. He was hot! And sexy! And he had an awesome car. She kept glancing at him provocatively in the rearview mirror and he soon figured out that if he was going to fuck either of them it would definitely be her. So he began to flirt back, trying to figure out a way to get rid of that uptight Rosa-what's-her-name.

Finally Roseanne could wait no longer. She asked to be dropped off at the convenience store where they had met, and urged Crystal to come with her. Crystal gave her a wide glare, telling her without words not to blow it for her with this gorgeous guy. So Roseanne let her go with a promise to call her first thing in the morning. Then they drove off alone.

Crystal climbed into the front seat and it was only a matter of minutes before Andrew had his arm around her and was fidgeting with her bra strap. She let him of course, trying her best to pretend she was a fully mature and willing young woman. He knew she wasn't but he didn't care. He knew she was a young dumb little teen who was all too eager to get some attention from a guy with a car. He would give her plenty.

They parked in a secluded area, no longer pretending to look for a party, and soon they were madly kissing one another under the stars. His hands explored her and she let him, freely offering up all her virtue to his rampant lust. Her shirt came off, then her bra, and the next thing she knew she was giving him head.

He sat up on the top of the back seat and she knelt on the vinyl in front of him. She took his cock out of his pants and grinned up at him, knowing he would be surprised and duly impressed by her expertise at sucking. He lifted his hips as she slid his jeans down his thighs and he kicked them away onto the floor of the car.

Crystal knew exactly what to do. She had been sucking dick for a year and a half and had taken hundreds of loads out of the few guys she had done it with. She had done Randy, Jake and Tommy at least hundred times that previous summer, Mark probably 500, and now Andrew. He had no idea what a treat he was in for. He thought she was gonna be one of these dopey little chicks who give only a sloppy half-blow job and then end it with their hands, not even letting him fuck them after. He'd been with a few of those and it never failed to piss him off.

Crystal surprised him though. She started out by spreading his legs and licking his balls. They rolled across her tongue and she nipped and nibbled at his scrotum, stroking lightly on his cock as she went. She took a testicle into her mouth and very gently caressed it in a delicate grip of swirling suction, driving him wild with the feel of it. Then without a pause her tongue snaked its way up the underside of his shaft and she swirled it around his head in a long and sensuous lick.

He sputtered out some jumbled compliment and patted her lovingly on the head. Suddenly she took him into her mouth. He gasped aloud at the shock of the sudden intense pleasure. Her mouth wrapped around him, hot and wild, and slippery, contrasting the cool of the night air. He flinched and she cocked her eyebrow up at him. She wanted to tell him that he hadn't seen anything yet, but she knew not to break the sweet flow of pleasure for a phrase she could tell him without words anyway.

She sucked him instead. Her head bobbed. Her hands tickled at the places her mouth could not reach. Her mouth squeezed. Her tongue was all over him. His hands shook and he grinned up at the sky. What amazing luck to find this awesome little cock sucker just ready and waiting for him in a parking lot. Where had she learned such technique? If she was this good at sucking surely she would be an even better lay. He had no idea she was a virgin.

She deep throated him next. She took him all the way in, pressing her lips to the hairs at the base of his cock. He gripped the tops of his back seat in the ecstasy of the moment and lost his mind in her swirling grip of pleasure.

Finally she released him, pulling back and sucking greedily on the end of him once more. She sensed his orgasm approaching. She picked up her pace, bobbing and swirling and sucking madly, furiously demanding the semen from his cock with the intensity of her felatio.

"Good god!" he screamed. Then he was coming, he surrendered to her demanding little mouth and blasted out a hot, gushing load into her. Oh how she milked him of it. Her movements slowed in pace, but not in intensity. She literally dragged the load out of him with the muscular grip of her mouth and tongue. He gave it to her, helplessly trapped in the power of her passionate teenage energy. She took it all in without breaking her rhythm and finally he was finished. He heard a thick swallowing noise from her and he suddenly realized he had fallen backward onto the hood of his car without realizing it. He was weak and dizzy. His whole body felt all tingly and nice like he'd just taken a hit of some powerful drug.

The drug was Crystal McCorrister, the girl he would soon be fucking.

Eventually she released him from her suction and he found the strength to sit up. He just sat there staring at her, a marvelous little angel of pleasure that had done things to him no other girl had ever even come close to.

"You said you were only 16, didn't you?" he asked her.

She looked up at him, sitting there like a god in front of a back drop of stars.

"Yeah," she replied dreamily.

"So far you're a better lover than some 26 year olds I've been with," he said without exaggeration.

Her heart glowed at this. She relished in the attention of boys. It was like sunshine on the flower of her heart, and she felt it swell inside her. Her pride swelled with it. He made her feel gorgeous, like a woman. Desirable, sexy, mature. She was glad to have given him pleasure. In the beauty of the night she somehow felt like he deserved it. He deserved to have all of her for that matter. If he made a move to take her, she would not resist.

As I watch the scene play out before me, I couldn't help thinking what dumb logic girls use when deciding to give away their virginity. It was such a precious gift and they had no problem tossing it away like a bone to the first dog that came along. As long as he had a pretty face, or a nice car, or was popular in school, or played football, or something stupid like that. And how many nice guys, noble guys, worthy guys were left jerking off alone, while the jerks of the world enjoyed the pleasure of their sweet young innocence. It was a tragedy.

I had to admit though, as I watch the scene from her point of view, there didn't seem to be any other person in the universe more deserving of her sexual sacrifice than this Andrew guy. At that moment, with the gallons of female hormones coursing through her like a waterfall, nothing else seemed to be right in the universe, but to lay down and be fucked by that guy, right then, in that moment. Her cunt wet itself profusely as he slid down off the back of the car and knelt between her thighs, laying her down in the back of his convertible. She was ready.

"Let's see what we got here?" he said with a lewd grin.

His hand went up her skirt and brushed her panties aside with a deft stroke of his fingers. She gasped when he touched her. It was like a shock of pleasure. His fingers were cool compared to the heat of her vulva and the night air breathed across her naked tits in a cool sigh of midnight romance.

Then Andrew's finger slid into her little cunt hole and she squeaked in surprise. Something was wrong! She should have been feeling nothing but beautiful erotic surrender but suddenly all she could think of was Craig, her mother's ex-boyfriend. The one who had molested her as a child, exactly as Andrew was now doing. Her enthusiasm suddenly died as though someone had thrown a bucket of cold water on its fire. DAMMMIT!

"Ooh! Nice and tight!" he grinned. "I'm gonna enjoy-"

Suddenly his finger met her cherry. She flinched again.

"A virgin?" he beamed, like a pirate finding hidden treasure. "This is my lucky day."

"Careful," she stammered. A few minutes ago she wanted nothing more than to be ravished under the attention of this young man's most ardent lust, but now she began thinking how she might get out of this. She didn't really want to be fucked anymore.

But if she balked now, what would he think of her? She had teased him terribly. She had sucked him off. He now expected to fuck her. He would be enraged if she stopped him now. What if he kicked her out of his car and just left her here? She wasn't even sure if she knew where they were.

Andrew kept on fingering her though, and now he was sucking her tits. Though it felt nice physically, she could not get the image of Craig out of her mind. She wanted him to stop.

"Maybe I could suck you off again," she suggested. Perhaps if she gave him head again he would be satisfied and leave her hesitant little pussy alone.

"No way, man!" he said. "I'm gonna enjoy fucking this sweet virgin little cunt!"

Oh no! What had she gotten herself into?

Andrew began tugging her panties down and she began to resist. Only slightly at first, sort of pushing his hands away and trying to pull her underwear back up, but then, as he tugged them down more forcefully she began to panic a bit. He was much stronger than she was. Her panties came off and he laid down on top of her, whispering excited little reassurances to her that it would all be okay, and bullshit like that. She was not reassured though. She wanted him to stop and he wasn't.

"Andrew don't," she said, finally being direct. "I don't want to..."

"Shhh," he replied, forcing her hand away from her crotch. "It'll be okay. Just let me..."

"Ow!" Crystal wimpered. "Don't! Stop it. Let me up."

He ignored her though, forcing her legs apart with his knees, and dragging her skirt up onto her belly. She squirmed beneath him and somehow it seemed sexy to him. Somehow he thought she was really urging him on. Somehow he thought she was just pretending to resist.

"Fuck off, Andrew!" she said, louder now. Her voice had anger in it now. But he didn't seem to notice. His hand went down to his cock and he guided it up against her vaginal opening. Her heart was pounding and she fought to get him off her but all of the sudden he became angry.

"Stop fucking squirming!" he hissed. "I'm gonna fuck you and you better just lie there and take it, or you're gonna find yourself making a long walk home."

"I'll fuckin' walk then," she snapped back. "Just get off me!"

The pride that had urged her forward a while ago was now getting trampled on by this humiliating violation on her will. Her pride preferred a 20 mile walk to this humiliation.

Andrew thrust forward and entered her. His cock slipped in and found her hot, wet and deliciously tight. There was no way he was stopping now.

"Ahhhh!" she screamed, a little louder now. She suddenly realized she was being raped. Her heart panicked and she struggled to buck him off. Her motions only drove him deeper though and his big hard cock actually gave her a bit of pleasure as it slipped more deeply inside her. That pissed her off even more. She was humiliated by the powerlessness of it all. The last thing she wanted was her stupid body to start enjoying it. She screamed again, "Get off me, you prick!" She squeezed her thighs hard against him as his cock head nudged against her cherry, desperately trying to block his advance.

Andrew was furious now.

"Listen you little slut! You've done nothing but flirt with me all night, teasing me and giving me the come on. Then you even suck my cock! And now you want to stop? Fuck that! You owe me this, bitch. Spread your fuckin legs or I'm gonna break em!"

Crystal balked like a frightened doe. Her anger melted away and was replaced by fear. She didn't even know this guy. He probably could beat her senseless and leave her for dead. For all she knew he would do it anyway, even if she let him have his way. She decided to cooperate. If she was a nice little girl she might get out of this without any serious injury. She spread her legs hesitantly, surrendering to his aggression with only a soft whimper.

Then he thrust forward and ripped through her cherry. She squeaked quietly from the pain of it. Her guts churned with rage and disgust as she felt him fill her to the very bottom. He sighed happily and began fucking her.

She lay there helpless as he sawed in and out of her. It was agony. Her soul seemed to rip in half with every thrust he made and she wept in shame and humiliation as her body, no, her cunt was used by this man for his pleasure. She tried to focus on the pleasure of it at one point but could not. She was too angry, frightened and humiliated. She was actually surprised that there was pleasure to it, a subtle little bit, underneath all the pain, but it was no comfort to her. Her heart was broken. She was not even a person to him. This was not how she had wanted her first time to be.

Finally he came. He flooded her cunt with his angry hot semen and collapsed onto her shaking and panting. He had used her, and was finished. She lay there feeling the hot salty sting of her tears falling down her cheeks. The weight of him was suffocating.

"There now," he said. "That wasn't so bad, now was it?"

She said nothing. He sat up and pulled himself out of her. Once again he somehow believed that she had wanted it, that maybe she was just deceiving herself. Surely any woman couldn't help but love the feel of his cock.

He was one sick fuckin' bastard. What was his last name?

Lester. Andrew Lester the amulet told me.

He rested for a minute smoking a cigarette, and Crystal tried to get herself dressed. Andrew stopped her though.

"I'm not finished," he said, and Crystal broke down crying.

"Please," she sobbed. "I just want to go home."

"I'll drive you home as soon as I'm done," he said.

Crystal's guts churned with rage. If she'd had a gun right then she might have killed him without batting an eyelash. But as it was, she felt lucky if he didn't kill her. She flopped limply down onto the back seat and waited for his next assault.

Andrew Lester would pay dearly for abusing my goddess. I vowed that to myself as I stood there watching her crying. Once again I wanted to just rush up and hug her but I knew better now. If she ever wanted to be touched again after that ordeal it was a miracle!

But what about Jackson this afternoon? And hadn't she been ready to fuck me tonight as well? What had happened to her? She must have gotten over it somehow. She seemed healthy enough now. I would have never guessed she was the victim of a semi-violent rape.

"Get up," Andrew told her.

She obeyed. He bent her over the back of his car and took her from behind, standing on the back seat. He fucked her like that for a long time and she just laid there, waiting for it to end. She even squeezed at him with her vagina, and fucked him back a little, trying to hasten his ejaculation. Of course this served only to convince him that she actually wanted it somehow. He could not have been further from the truth. If he would have died right then she would have spit on him and walked away. But somehow he had deluded himself into thinking she wanted it. The fuckin' bastard!

He came eventually, pulling out and shooting across her beautiful, squirming ass. The he wiped his cock off with her shirt and gave it back to her like it was a piece of garbage he wanted her to throw out. She put it on, becoming garbage herself in his eyes. She hated to do it, but she had nothing else to wear. She picked up her underwear and put them on, covering her bloodied little cunt. Then she sat alone in the back as he drove her back to the store.

She walked home from there and showered for the rest of the night. Crying and punching the tiled walls in the agony of humiliation, and scrubbing herself where he had touched her until her flesh was raw. Then she staggered off to bed and slept for 22 hours.

She never told anyone about that day either. Not even Roseanne. She made up a story about making love under the stars and Roseanne swooned with envy. But she also told her that he had been kind of a dick in the end and she didn't plan to see him again. Roseanne agreed, saying she thought he was kind of creepy all along, but just went along because Crystal had.

She eventually got over that night as well. She convinced herself that it wasn't her fault, and that she would just have to be careful in the future. She minimized it in her mind and decided to try again.

She tried again with a guy named Doug. They met at a party. He was from another school. He was sweet and funny and very liberal with ego-stroking compliments, so when he asked her eventually to go upstairs with him she did. She let Doug have his way with her, trying to forget the ordeal with Andrew, and Craig. They kissed. He fondled her sweetly and gently. She massaged his erection through his pants, and then dropped to her knees as was her manner.

She sucked him off deliciously as she had done with Andrew, and everyone else in her past, and his head spun in the glorious ecstasy only a well felated man can know. She swallowed his load down with practiced ease, and they cuddled some more on the bed. Then he fucked her, long and slow, enjoying the gorgeous delights of her tight young body to the fullest. She had a little trouble getting into it at first, but by the end of it she was at least putting on a good show. His cock was long and thick, and the pleasure he gave her seemed to heal her past wounds. By the time he came she had completely let go off all her inhibitions. In fact, it was her enthusiasm that eventually drove him over the edge. It was a good fuck. They lay there talking and cuddling in each other's arms.

Troubles arose however when Doug's buddy Ryan came in and wanted a little piece of the action as well. Doug rolled over and said, "Be my guest. She's a hot little fuck. She won't mind at all. Will you, my dear?"

Crystal faced a life-changing choice in that moment. She could either put up a fight about it and remain stuck in the rut of being a frigid little victim all her life. Or she could just go with the flow and enjoy sex for what it was supposed to be, an exciting romp of mutual pleasure between willing partners. She decided the latter choice was the better of the two, and spread her legs invitingly for Ryan to have his share.

The two of them fucked her all night long. She sucked one off while the other fucked her, then they switched. By the end of the night she was full of come and her cunt was sore from the hours non-stop pumping, but she was not ashamed. She had enjoyed the sex for its own sake and placed no preconceived expectations on her two lovers. She used them as much as they used her. She enjoyed it and she even came a few times. She went home feeling refreshed and healed.

But later that night, alone in her bed, the shame arrived. She drowned it out though, with masturbation, and a gentle sucking on her finger, as was her manner.

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