This is based on a true story and contains some fantasy elements... but I am not going to tell you where the report ends and the fantasy starts... ;)
Rag doll
by Valeska
In the 10th grade we made a school
trip to Tuscany. It was the last year of middle school, and we were just a few
month away from our graduation. Most of my classmates were 16 like me, few a
year or two older, depending on their previous success in school.
We stayed at a little hotel near the beach, not
much more comfortable than a youth hostel, but the beach and a place to sleep
were all we needed. I shared a room with 5 other girls and I was lucky enough
to get one of the upper bunk beds. Most of the rooms looked the same.
Every day we would make a trip to one of the
historic sites, which interested me more than most of the others. And every
evening we would party on the hotel terrace, get drunk on red wine that we were
not used to.
One night the party got relocated from outside
to one of the boys rooms. Like every night a teacher would come to end the
party:
“Now everybody out of here who doesn’t belong
in here! Go to bed!”
Reluctantly people started to leave the room,
but on one of the lower bunk beds, very comfortable and very tipsy, I decided
that tonight I would like a special invitation just for myself before I gave up
my place. But I must have been out of the our teacher’s site, so after
everybody except me left he slammed the door shut, not without yelling:
“Now I don’t want to see anybody on the hallway
anymore!”
To my surprise I was suddenly left in the room
with the six boys that occupied it, and we all burst out in laughter at our new
situation.
We continued the party, just a little quieter
to not attract any more attention by the teachers. So we drank more red wine,
chatted, joked and laughed, but like every party it was slowly but surely
leaning towards its end.
That confronted us with a new problem though,
if nobody was allowed on the hallway, I must stay in the room, and if I stayed,
how would we all get ready for bed? And in which bed would I sleep?
The first boy decided to go to the bathroom
change into his pajama shorts, very much to the immature laughter of all the
rest of the boys.
The second boy chose to get changed in the room
with his back to me, telling me I could watch and I would like what I see. And
I did. I liked his ass and after a bottle of red wine I wasn’t shy in telling
him.
All six of them were regular teen boys, none of
them I particularly favored or disliked, but that night they all looked good to
me. I suppose besides the alcohol I was flattered to be center of their
attention for once. I suppose I was an average girl myself, pretty but never
the prettiest, smart but never the smartest, funny but never the funniest. The
attention usually focused on others, but that night it was all about me.
I suppose the boys tried to challenge each
other, so the third got changed facing me, giving me a short glimpse of his
cock. Again much to my approval.
That must have inspired the forth not to bother
to change at all, but to just pull down his pants and ask me if I liked his
cock more.
“Boys, I can’t see them very well from back
here. You’ll have to come closer.”
Sassy me. I’m usually not like that.
Both boys came forward to show me their best
part in detail, and soon the others felt brave enough to join, so that I
suddenly found myself circled by six cocks.
The sight of a cock was not unknown to me, I
wasn’t a virgin anymore, but it still was something new and exciting to me, and
six of them all lined up for me made my eyes widen in fascination. I stared at
them, wondering about the different shapes and sizes.
“Now which do you like best?”
I heard the words, and it actually surprised me
that there was somebody talking who was attached to that cock. I didn’t answer.
I just instinctively reached out for a cock and took it into my hand. It grew
rock hard in an instant, to the roar of the other boys. Of course everybody
wanted me to touch it now. And I did.
As every one of them got hard in my hands my
own reaction started to change too. I seemed to instantly sober up, but all the
energy of my body seemed to be sucked down into my lower belly, creating a
powerful feeling of arousal.
Only one boy didn’t get hard in my hands, the
one who had changed in the bathroom before. His face turned red in embracement,
and some of the other boys started to giggle. Maybe I took pity in him too.
Maybe I was annoyed my hand didn’t make him hard. Or maybe I just wanted it.
But I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around his cock. It grew hard in a
second.
The other boys didn’t laugh anymore, they just
silently watched me suck. The felling in belly just grew stronger as I felt
their eyes on me. I teased the tip of his cock with my tongue and garbed his
balls with my hands. It took him less than a minute to cum. He filled my mouth
and I swallowed everything down, spilling not a single drop.
The taste of cum was not new to me either, but
it confirmed my experience that every guy has a slightly unique taste to him.
“I think I like this one the best.”
I hardly finished that sentence before five
cocks pointed straight to my mouth to be the next one to be sucked. Soon it
felt like a dozen hands on my body, pulling, tugging and ripping my clothes, buttons
flying away. Every inch of revealed skin was instantly explored by another
hand, touching me all over. Fingers started to rub my slit, not that it wasn’t
already flowing with moisture, but the boys wanted to check for themselves
before they entered me.
The boys took turns at my mouth and at my
pussy, with their young energy fucking me like rabbits, shooting their loads
inside of me or over me whenever they came.
My mind was far beyond any ration, it was
overwhelming to me to be the center of all that sexual energy.
Animal instinct. That’s what it was. Not only
for me but for the boys too. These regular teen boys turned into a pack of
wolves and they turned me into their prey.
When the first guy entered my ass I wasn’t
asked anymore, instead he asked one of the others to hold my arms secure. He
wasn’t gentle anymore, he just forced into me. It was painful. And I would have
screamed if not a cock was pushing into my throat at the very same moment.
If I had asked them to stop they wouldn’t have.
You could have called it gang rape. But I loved every second of it.
They took turns on me over and over and over
again. I lost count on how many loads were shot into my pussy, my ass, my mouth
or on my face. After a while I just noticed it becoming less cum, I supposed
they were wearing themselves out.
And suddenly it stopped. Just like that. I got
kicked onto the floor as every of their guys took their own bed. They switched
of the light and went to sleep.
I remember thinking about what just had
happened as I lay down on the floor, but it was too much for my mind to
process. In the end I was just exhausted, and it didn’t take me long to fall
asleep.
In the night I woke several times to one of the
guys having another fuck or shooting his load into my face. I don’t know how
often, I wasn’t sure if it was dream or reality and I didn’t care.
I woke up again at the first sunbeam. As I
stood up I could see myself in a mirror. Naked, my face and hair plastered with
dried cum, bruises all over my body. I collected my clothes, tried to get some
of them on but all were shred to pieces. Carefully I checked the hallway. It
was empty and I hushed naked across it to my own room. I could feel my sore
pussy and ass at every step I made, and cum was still oozing from them.
I silently entered the room, all the other girls
were sleeping and I hushed into the bathroom. I took a shower and dressed in a
bathrobe. Nobody even noticed that I was gone for the night. That happens when
you are not the center of attention.
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