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I have an absolutely burning desire to put down my story for all to see. I hope you can learn from my mistakes, and there were a lot of them. This is the erotic tale about a small town girl, back in the seventies, who gets molested by half the town, is gang banged on her way to the school dance, becomes a stripper for a while, and then a prostitute. She goes back to school to become a nurse, works at a sperm bank, and finally becomes the willing sex slave to a disturbing total stranger. Not exactly the girl-next-door, I know. Hope I have piqued your interest.
My name is Magdelina Lovelace, and that was part of my problem. My parents were second generation Russian immigrants who lived in Richmond, Maine, but moved to Castle Rock when I was three so my Dad could work the factory. Mom was sad and dreary, plain and meek. She never seemed comfortable around me because from the age of six I was a beauty, at least, that’s what everybody said. Dad worked the swing shift and I seldom saw him, but he wasn’t too happy about the way I looked either — he said it would just bring me trouble; my Father the prophet.
I don’t know where it came from, maybe looks skipped a generation or two in my family, maybe Mom fooled around with someone, but I was a blue-eyed blonde, with a pretty face and perfect teeth from the onset, and everyone said I just got prettier every year. All I know is that for most of my life, I looked upon my appearance as a curse.
By the time I was sixteen, I was beginning to get busty. This bothered my gal friends, mostly because it fascinated all the boys. Being shy, I had no good defenses. By seventeen, I was as developed as a woman — a buxom woman – and none of the girls wanted to hang out with me anymore, but the boys did. A lot of older boys from town would stop me, try to corner me, and attempt to flirt. I’m talking twenty-five year olds. I was a bit naïve, but I knew what they wanted, and it made me nervous.
I never wore any makeup up till then — didn’t need to. Clear skin, dark long lashes and naturally rosy lips. I tried to play it down with the way I dressed, but I went to a religious school where we all wore uniforms. The tight white peasant style blouse, gathered under my bosom, just displayed my big round breasts for all to see, and the red tie hid nothing. Add a semi-short plaid skirt, white sox and sneakers, and we all looked like Manga Schoolgirls. What were they thinking at that school? That’s every guy’s fantasy. And there were lots of boys and young men at the school, too. I walked with my books tight against my chest a lot, but it didn’t help.
All through high school I was bumped into, touched, felt up, and pressed up against walls by guys who had no idea how to talk to a girl. The other girls picked on me in gym because of the way my bust swayed when I ran, and the way their boyfriends watched me when it did.
Boys who were too nervous to talk to me in person, would yell nasty things at me from passing cars. By eighteen, I looked twenty-one – tall, voluptuous and slender with great legs. People said I had a face and hair like Marilyn Monroe and a body like Jane Russel – the only kid in town who looked like a movie star. Plus, I was always reading, so I was smart and pretty. And you know what it’s like to be different in a small town. Then again, maybe you don’t. You might think that being the prettiest, sexiest girl in town would be an asset — make life easier. I’m here to tell you, that isn’t always the case.
When I was eighteen, that awful movie came out. It played at the State Theater in Portland for four weeks. Deep Throat, starring Linda Lovelace! Yes, that’s right, Lovelace. No relation. And every male in town over the age of eighteen went to watch it. This was the beginning of the main-stream pornographic film era. Times being what they were, half the younger boys in school snuck in to see it, too. I didn’t get to watch it, but I ended up having to learn how to do it, anyway.
I had a part-time job then as a lingerie sales person at Woolworth’s Department Store. The manager that hired me said he did so because I would bring in more gentlemen shoppers, and he couldn’t stop staring at my nipples. True they did protrude, no matter what kind of bra I wore, but come on. High School Seniors and young married men were always cruising by when I was walking home from school and asking if I needed a ride home or wanted a beer. My last name had made me a running dirty joke, and a target of lust and desire — that and my large rack. Lots of guys asked me if I wanted to get in some ‘Deep Throating’ practice on them. Pigs. Where was the respect? I felt harassed every single day, and I didn’t like it. Not a bit. None of those boys attracted me at all.
Slowly, I began to realize that most of the guys in my High School and a bunch from town, were bragging that they had slept with me, already. No wonder all the girls hated me. I was still a virgin then — a virgin nymphomaniac, apparently. These guys were just using me as türkçe porno a conquest because I was alone and vulnerable and of course, hot. But if people believed even half of the gossip, I was as big a slut as Linda Lovelace. Thank goodness my parents didn’t know. They were so busy surviving in the working world that they were totally out of it. I was truly on my own.
Mom had done one cool thing for me, though. She had enrolled me in Ballet Classes. She never came and watched, but it was something I could do just for me. And no one from school knew about it. I was too tall, really, and the leotard just made my tits look enormous. In fact, they were, and it put me way off balance in ballet. Miss Pye said that formal dancing was not for me and asked if I’d rather do Modern Jazz style dancing. I did, and soon, I was actually good at that, with awesome music and athletic jumping around. Jazz was sexy and so was I. It was a good match, and she didn’t tell my Mom that I’d switched. That was cool. I stayed with dance for a year or so, and it served me well in later days.
I finally gave in to the constant advances, on a cold Winters day on the long walk home — don’t even ask why I didn’t take the bus – when our football quarterback offered me a ‘ride home’ in his Cadillac. As expected, he drove us immediately out of town to a deserted road and coaxed me into the back seat. So this was the magic. It was all over in three minutes. All he wanted to do was play with my tits, which did almost nothing for me, but occupied him completely. He was so proud and bragging about how good he was, how good it had been. Maybe it had been for him, but not for me. I remember wondering if there was something wrong with me when he dropped me off — such is the power of men over women.
So, I gave in totally. I already had a nasty reputation in town, so I decided to explore sex thoroughly. There must be more to it than what I had experienced so far — it seemed I was specifically designed for sex. So, I fooled around with ten different guys in the first month. It was so easy to initiate, a come-hither look, a low cut, tight white tank top worked like a charm, especially without a bra – most of my ‘targets’ were the boyfriends of girls I really detested because of their treatment of me. I admit that was a bit passive-aggressive. None of those guys aroused me very much, but It did help me realize that I wasn’t going to get pregnant any time soon. None of them used protection and all of them came deep inside me. That part, at least, gave me a tingle. But no Screaming Orgasms for the town beauty. Not even any of the older guys I slept with made it awesome for me, though they were better; at least they held out longer. Sex just wasn’t that much fun for me. Bummer.
The one perk I had found was oral sex. Because of my last name, everyone assumed I was a pro at sucking cock. Who was I to argue? After my third attempt at giving head, it was not only easy but interesting. Cocks were pretty, at least, most of them. The smooth, round head of a penis fit nicely into my mouth and was soft and smooth even when erect. Cocks tasted good and even smelled nice. Even testicles were strange and exciting. And boy, were those things vulnerable. I found that I liked men’s junk much better than I liked the men attached.
At the end of the school year, one Senior I hadn’t yet slept with, got up the courage and actually asked me on a date – to his senior prom, no less. This was my first actual date, and I was excited. He wasn’t ugly and even kind of nice. I found a hot tight short black dress at Woolworths, that showed off all my best assets and gave me lots of cleavage. I was looking forward to showing up at the Prom in it, in front of all those snide girls. I knew that if I was to go, dressed like this and all made up, I would be the main event that night, and it felt redemptive.
Todd, my date, picked me up in front of my house. He owned a huge black Lincoln Continental convertible and one of his friends was in the back seat.
“Hope you don’t mind, Magdeline, I still have to pick up Billy’s date.” Todd said.
“Oh no.” I thought, but figured I was being paranoid. Trust was not easy after some of my experiences.
“Go for it.” I finally said.
We headed out of town and pulled up behind to a parked car on a real deserted stretch. This was it, some horrible prank, I thought, as four more guys poured out of the other car and surrounded us. They all were drinking. This was not a prank.
Todd leaned over and said, “I’ve set up a little surprise for you, Magdeline. A going away party – for all of us, and you are the prize.” He put the automatic roof down and left the car as all the rest of them crept up, staring right at me. I was breathing hard but not really scared.
“Don’t I get a say in this?” I asked, trying to look casual.
“No, not at all.” Said Todd. This gave me a jolt of excitement, oddly.
“Just look at that dress and your huge jugs. You’re sikiş izle begging for it.”
“Come on guys, I can’t wait. I’ve always wanted to see those guzungas.” Said the big football jock. He reached in and scooped me up off the front seat, and carried me to the rear hood of the car. He lay me on my back and, unceremoniously pulled down the front of my strapless black dress. No bra. Out fell my girls, in clear view of everyone, and that was that.
“Whoa!” was the general consensus.
“Non-consensual sex is rape you know. And this is gang-rape. You could all go to jail.” I said more calmly than I felt. I had never fooled around with more than one boy at a time before, and there were six of them, all pulling off their pants around me. I had the feeling I was not the first young lady to get this treatment from this crew.
“I don’t think so, sugar lumps.” Said the red haired boy holding my wrist. “My Dad is the Sherriff of Castle Rock and my uncle’s the Judge. I think this is going to be fine.”
“More than fine, Man, just look at her. She’s as gorgeous as a Playboy Center-fold! We should have done her long ago.” Chirped in another guy, aiming his erection at me and stroking it.
All those cocks. All of them different and what a range of sizes. And all of them fully erect. Well, at least I was appreciated, but otherwise, I wasn’t too happy about my predicament. Plus, I would totally miss the prom. And I had put on makeup!
They had done this before. Two tall guys from the basketball team grabbed my ankles and someone took my other wrist and lay me out, spread eagle, on the back hood. Todd hiked my dress up over my belly.
“Oh my stars and garters! Gentlemen, no panties, and, she’s a natural blond.”
Someone started licking my pussy deeply and two guys were all over my nipples in an instant. I have to admit I was feeling something there. I was oddly disconnected but I felt totally unafraid. I had no control, but It seemed kind of interesting, exciting, even, at the time. I wanted to see where this all went.
“Can I at least pick the order you go in?” I asked, naively.
“Order? How about all at once! You are far too hot a honeypot to take turns with. We’re going to cluster-fuck you, Baby!” Said Todd.
And they did. One guy put a big wooden box on the ground behind the Lincoln and stood on it between my open legs. Spreading his legs as well, he slid his thick hard Johnson into my surprisingly wet cunny. Another guy stood directly behind him and sneaked his long prick underneath and into my exposed vulnerable ass – at the same time. Double penetration, and at such a young age. That was a wild sensation, but not unpleasant.
The big guy who had exposed my girls climbed up and straddled my stomach. He gently held both my ample breasts, pressed them together and then slid his huge erection between them. My nipples were also very erect. Slowly he made love to my beauties but steadily increased his tempo. Against my better judgement, it felt nice.
Meanwhile, the last three guys had designs on my sexy made-up face and mouth. They all climbed in the back of the Continental and stood naked on the back seat. With the top down, they clambered up onto the trunk and positioned their hard-ons all around my face — one on each side and the other near the top of my head. They began taking turns rubbing and gently piercing my very red lips (I had put on my sexiest lipstick for the dance). While one made love to my mouth and lips, the other two rubbed their warm soft cock-heads all over my face. This was, somehow, the most exciting thing yet, and it wasn’t long before my face was slick with pre-cum and all three of them were actually fucking my lips, my rosy cheeks and forehead from three directions, all at once. The sensation, the smell, the slippery feeling of smooth skin sliding wetly all over my face and tits was totally overwhelming. I was already wiggling and gyrating, totally abandoned, like a dancer underneath them, with their hands, cocks and lips all over me and stiff wood completely filling me, but now I started making sexy little moaning noises and unexpectedly, since there was no big dick in my mouth at the moment, I started whispering – in my sultriest sexiest voice — and the stuff I was saying….
“Oh. Don’t stop. Deeper, deeper inside. Fill me up with your big hard cocks, all of you, all of you at once. Cover me with your hot cocks. Rub them all over me, every part of me. Fuck me, inside and out. Fuck my breasts, fuck my nipples; fuck my nipples hard, all of you! Fuck my face, fuck my cock-sucking red lips, smear your cocks all over my face, all six of you. Cover my face with cock. Cock. Cock….” I whispered as my body arched and the first delicious spasms of orgasm took me. I cried out again and again and again.
They had all stopped; listening to me, watching my intense erotic orgasmic spectacle, in something like awe. I lay there panting, still coming and realized that they were suddenly porno 64 all mine. They would do whatever I wanted.
“That. That was the most beautiful, sexiest thing I have ever seen in my life.” Said Todd, almost in tears.
“You are something completely different…” said the redhead. “You’re not even scared. You like erotic sex as much as we do…”
They all murmured agreement. They had all stopped raping me. They had actually stopped. The guys inside me had pulled out and they were all standing and kneeling around me with — reverence?
“Hey, its ok, guys.” I said. “I… like it, now. True, it should have started differently, but, now that it’s going. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop!” I had slipped back into my sexy naughty whisper at the end, and that had the desired effect. But now it was different, gentler, almost reverent. They waited for my direction. They seemed to want to please me. What had happened? It took me a while to understand it.
I hadn’t ever had this kind of reaction to any kind of sex. I was really excited and loving this. Was it the forced aspect of it? Was it the number of guys, the number of cocks? All of that played a part, I think, but the real game-changer had been the three boys making love to my face. I had never had anyone actually cum on me instead of in me before. I hadn’t even brought anyone to orgasm with my mouth, yet. Always they had cum deep in my quim or my ass. Always inside me. But this. Even though those three guys had only smeared my face with pre-cum, not the real deal, it had shook-my-world. Now, I was curious — I had to find out more about sperm and its effect on me. Maybe I could have some form of an exciting sex life after all, no matter how perverse. I made a decision and began talking to them again, but now I was in control. Such is the power of women over men.
“Look at all your big hard erections. How beautiful they all are, and how you have pleased me with them, so far. I am grateful.” I laid back slowly on the hood of the car, smiling sweetly, spreading out my golden locks with both hands and then running my fingers slowly, sensuously, down both sides of my body — over my D-cup breasts and down my sinewy form to my blonde cunny and back up.
“Don’t you have something else for your grateful lover? Aren’t you going to give it all to me? All your hot sexy sperm. Won’t you splash me with it? I so want you to spurt and spurt all over me, just like in the movies. Please, boys, don’t make me wait. Cover me with all your cum. Cum on my pretty face, come all over my big sexy tits. Give it to me, now. Come and come all over me…” Just the thought of that was starting to get me extremely hot again and I began touching my clit with both hands, whispering in my most-sultry tone again, “Cum, cum, cum. Please cum for me. Bathe me in it, drown me in your hot white spunk….”
All of them stood thunderstruck, and yet fully erect. It only took a second for them to fully grasp both my request and their cocks. And so they did as I had asked, in rapid succession. The three guys, still lingering around my head, all started wanking-off frantically, and, within moments, nearly simultaneously, flooded my face from three directions with warm thick white strands of sperm. Covering my lips, pooling in my eyes and running in thick white bands all down my face. Meanwhile, the guys who had been double fucking me, clambered up next to the football player who had been servicing my girls, and all of them jerked off all over them. As large as my titties were, those young men did an admirable job of splattering them totally. My erect pink nipples were engulfed in thick opalescent ivory globs and multiple streams poured down from the top in all directions. I was adorned with a cascade of thick pearly white – infinitely more intense than the pre-cum before, and the effect upon my nervous system was wonderful. I convulsed and stiffened with pleasure as extreme as an electric shock as the first glorious drops cascaded upon me. Everywhere the fluid touched exploded with pleasure. My entire body had become an erogenous zone and my orgasmic trigger was semen. The more I thrashed around, the more it flowed over me and the more of me was covered – and the stronger my orgasms became. I lay there panting, writhing, crying out as the boys made sure to deposit every last drop upon my skin. I couldn’t speak for a long while — spasm after spasm of orgasm wracking my body — as the young men stood around me watching, fascinated. There were no catcalls, no rude comments or jokes. Here was the respect I had wanted. Eventually, someone produced a towel and I, reluctantly, began cleaning up, lying in the fading twilight, still glisteningly wet. Slowly recovering.
“We’re so sorry, Magdelina….” Began Todd. I sat up, naked and wet and pulled him in for a very passionate kiss. “Its ok, lover. Really, it is. But next time, I expect a nice soft bed. Oh, and bring some more friends. Lots more.” The boys exchanged glances and just stood there, naked, grinning.
And that was how I learned my mysterious sexual secret — male sperm triggered my orgasms. My upcoming ‘Summer of Love’ began my life of crazy sexual experimentation, and it is exactly those experiences that I wish to share with you, in graphic detail.
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