I was a perfectly normal kid until puberty hit. Then I became a world class pervert. That's fine and dandy if you are a boy but if you are a girl that makes you a slut. So slut I am.

It came a little early for me. I was 10 the first time I felt that yummy tingling sensation between my legs and in my nipples while looking into the eyes of an absolutely beautiful 12 year old boy. I had no idea why but I wanted him to touch me everywhere and kiss me. I so badly wanted him to make out with me.

He didn't.

He didn't know I existed let alone had a huge crush on him.

So I searched for a way to scratch my burning itch and then one day saw some stupid sappy movie, I think on the Hallmark channel or something about this teenage girl and how she coped with being raped. I had never up to that point in my life really thought about it. In fact I don't remember being conscious of the concept of rape until that moment. Then it was all I could think about. In school I would stare at boys and imagine what it would be like to be raped by them.

Then at my 11th birthday party, my first boy girl party, a boy I particularly liked but was too shy to approach, approached me and asked if I had a boyfriend. I said "no" and he continued asking more questions and before I knew it we were in a closet in the basement bedroom swallowing each other's tongues. I was no where near brave enough to let my hands roam but I wanted to know what his ass and crotch felt like and I wanted his hands to learn similar things about me.

He must have been reading my mind. Jason slipped his hand up the back of my dress, over my panties and into the back of my panties and cupped my naked ass cheeks. His hands felt awesome. I thought I was going to pee I was trembling with excitement so. I licked as deeply as I could thinking that was the way to go when Jason's tongue taught me other more sensual ideas about kissing. I reached up and put my hands around his neck and massaged it the way I liked mine to be massaged and he moaned into my mouth. I became conscious of swallowing his spit and liking it. I could barely stand up I was shaking so badly. He sat us both down on the closet floor, pulled some clothes off their hangers and made a little bed on the carpet with them. He asked if he could touch my pussy. I whispered "do what ever you want but please, please please include raping me in there someplace."

It took a few seconds for that to register with him and all of a sudden he was a man of action. He got me naked in 10 seconds and himself naked in 5. First order of business was seeing what my mouth felt like impaled on his gorgeous erection. So he clumsily rammed it down my throat. I was so turned on by the thought of giving my first blow job I forced myself to choke down every inch and even pondered letting myself choke to death with it buried in my throat. What a special way to go I thought to myself. Well he pulled out before that could happened than rammed it back home again and repeated a few more times then grunted and some salty sweet slimy stuff was in my mouth. I figured out what happened and I swallowed. I didn't' swallow because I thought it was delicious or because I was horny though both were certainly true, I swallowed because it was the quickest way to get the cum out of my mouth so I could get right to yelling at him for not getting to the rape part of our little adventure. He told me to wait a while and he could do it again. I didn't know this. The way my mom talked men could only do it about once a month or so. Seems 12 year old boys could do it far more frequently.

Half an hour later I was groaning in agony and ecstasy all at once. The pain of my first rape turned me on so completely that I would have agreed to being fucked by a flaming sword as a condition of getting to cum.

Well I came and he came again and this time it filled my newly 11 year old newly devirginated little cunny and I was absolutely head over heals in love. Not with Jason though I definitely had the hots for him and I generally liked him. No, what I was in love with was being raped!

From that point on every chance I got I teased and seduced as many boys as I could.

Within 6 months I had been raped by half a dozen boys, a few of them more than once. I told no one because I didn't want to spoil a good thing. I figured if I told then that particular boy would not be available to rape me again. Some I didn't repeat with mostly because they were far too gentle for my taste.

Then a miracle happened. A 14 year old girl in my neighborhood was gang raped. She was so brutally raped that she lost consciousness and was unable to identify her attackers. I came in my panties without touching myself just from reading that story in the newspaper.

I did some research and figured out the exact location of the gang rape, something the paper was a little vague about, and began hanging out there. It was a deserted lot in the downtown area of our little town. that didn't quite do the trick and then one day my Dad scolded me for wearing a slutty outfit. I asked what was slutty about it. I didn't ask as a way of defending myself or justifying what I had on. I asked because I wanted to educate myself on what makes guys think a girl is a slut. Dad was only too happy to entertain questions on the topic bent on educating his sweet innocent virgin angel daughter on what not to wear. I, of course, took extensive detailed mental notes.

Then I made my way to the local thrift store, blew my allowance and put together a world class "Attention-all-would-be-rapist s-of-the-world-please-come-hit her-and-rape-this-aspiring-gan g-rape-victim."

I put together a sort of hybrid of a first communion dress/catholic school girl uniform. I wore a petticoat under and cut the skirt of the dress short and had the lacy first communion dress over it cut even shorter. My white cotton panties got strategically cut out holes for pussy and assholes. I cut the top to bare my belly but left a little lace to tease with. I work a dozen assorted crosses around my neck and glued a few cross patches in different places. Then I put my hair up in pigtails and put on the sluttiest shoes I owned which were 4 inch black pumps. I then grabbed my Teddy-Bear and a big pacifier and skipped my way to that empty lot taking the scenic route through every street and ally. I was the picture of absolute innocent sluttyness.

Of course my goal was to see how many loads of cum I could go home with inside me.

It actually took longer than I thought. I strutted slutty like all over the streets for three hours. Had any cops gone by I would definitely have been arrested for trying to be a hooker. I hadn't even thought of that at that age. Well I didn't hear them at first. Then I did. They apparently had been following me for a couple of blocks. I seductively led them back to that vacant lot as soon as I realized my evil plan was working. 13 of them altogether. I thought maybe 2 or 3 but not in my wildest sex dreams did I imagine I would be so fucking lucky. I led them to the darkest recesses of that lot and turned around and there they were. They had been steadily gaining on me and were now only about twenty feet from where I stood. I quickly counted 13 boys, ranging in age from about my age all the way up to mid twenties. Some white, some black, a Hispanic. They were just neighborhood boys all knew each other and I knew half of them from school.

I smiled and asked "whose first??" and sat down on an old crate and hiked up my skirt and began licking my lips.

The leader, a guy in his 20s came right up to me and grabbed my arms and wanted to know what I was trying to do. I told him I was very turned on from reading about the gang rape that took place in that lot a few weeks earlier and I wanted my turn at being gang-raped. Well you should have seen the look on their faces. Imagine the look you might see on the face of a convicted child molester if the judge sentenced him to 40 years of serving as official cunny licker at an elementary school. Yeah, that kind of look.

13 second later 13 naked boys were fighting over which got to go first. I suggested there was plenty of holes to go around and some had room for more than one cock and so began my gang raping. It went on late into the evening and on to the next morning. I really thought it would only last an hour or so but those horny boys could not get enough of filling my 11 year old pussy with their sperm and I was not about to cut short their fun. I never came so many times in my life and thought this was what heaven must be like. Thought I doubt I was ever going in that direction.

In their zeal to keep me pleasured well and thoroughly they kind of got a little rough and I got a bit banged up and bruised and even had a few cuts. I didn't care. I couldn't feel any of it. All I could feel was a sexual buzz of permanent arousal and would even have agreed to be hung by my clit as long as they didn't stop raping me. but stop they did, about 9 the next morning. I was so exhausted from the gang raping that I passed out in blissful sated slumber.

At noon I woke up in an ambulance being transported to the local hospital. They immediately doped me up when I got there to soften the pain. Pain?? "what pain??" I was still coming down from a sexual high. I couldn't feel pain if you nailed me to a cross.

Mommy and Daddy rushed to my bedside upon discovering what happened to their precious innocent angel of a daughter. They had been spared the detail of me being found completely naked asleep on the pavement covered in dirt, cum, piss, blood and broken glass. I don't even remember getting cut. I don't remember caring.

One thing to be thankful, for, Daddy and Mommy never saw my home made whore wear.

They remained secure in the knowledge that their innocent baby had been innocent of all wrong doing. Gotta love naïve rents. It actually took me longer to recover than I would have thought. I figured I could go home in an hour or so but they kept me a week. They said I had a broken rib and a dislocated finger and a lot of bruises and 23 stitches total. I found it hard to believe that through all that intense erotic pleasure those things actually happened to me.

The police got involved and interrogated me. They were gentle and understanding and all but they were still interrogating me and I just pretending to not have any idea what they were talking about. Oh I remember the raping. I will never forget the best night of my life. But I was NOT going to tell the cops that. I would give them no detail that would assist them in the capture of my beloved rapists.

Instead I feigned amnesia. The doctors explained to all that it was perfectly normal for a child to lose memory of such an attack and called it a blessing and my rents agreed. I would have been distraught if I really had forgotten such cherished memories.

I was out of the hospital and home and all healed up and getting the itch again and hoped my lack of cooperation with the police would be sufficient to protect the boys. It was. It took some doing to sneak out again. This time I didn't go to quite elaborate lengths to dress up sexy. I just put on an old pink onsie that I was just about outgrown so it was nice and tight on me forming a nice deep camel toe and causing my growing nipples to tent out the front. Pigtails again and I added the embellishment of a sign on my back that read "empty" with an arrow pointing to my ass. I only had to strut for about 15 minutes this time when one of the younger boys, 12 I think, ran out to greet me and asked how I'd been and thanked me for not ratting them out.

I asked if he had a place around here where the whole gang could do me again but without me being left out for strangers to find. He said that there was an old thrift store they sometimes broke into since it closed down and he took me there. There were some cushions from old furniture and blankets and pillows. Now this was more like it. He went off and got the rest of the gang while I waited patiently on my little love nest. about an hour later they began filing in. 17 of them this time. They added a few cocks to the crew. The first 5 were done before the last one arrived and then they went around again. No broken bones or cuts this time what with all the nice bedding. Nope, just some nicely overflowing holes and a face, tits and belly reddened from a lot of face slapping and play strangling.

We agreed that keeping me in good health meant more frequent gang rapings.

It pretty much got out after a while that I was a slut and loved being gang fucked. I knew it never really was rape but it was fun pretending it was not to mention that if you think of yourself as having been raped rather than being the willing fuckee of a gang fuck you don't feel any guilt. Well maybe that's not why I felt no guilt. I didn't care.

We met at that old store at least a couple of times a week and in the summer every day. The crowd got bigger and bigger and by the time I was 13 I was being gang raped by as many as 50 or 60 guys and the ages of the guys expanded to include middle aged men by then. Half my male teachers had fucked me, the principal and a lot of the dads of the boys who were regularly fucking me.

The night after I told my parents I was pregnant my dad came into my room and announced that he felt left out being the only heterosexual male in the town who hadn't been invited to cum in my pussy.

So I spread my legs and smiled and said "rape me Daddy and make it hurt good."

He was naked in two seconds, hard in three and came five minutes later. Mom never found out.

When I was 14 I got a job as a stripper to support my baby girls. within 6 months I was making 5 times what my dad made. The fake ID he made me worked pretty good. The owner knew I was only 14 but didn't seem to care as long as he got to fuck me once in a while. The customers never questioned that I looked like a 10 year old hooker. Even one of the cops who had interrogated me only three years earlier and recognized me and did the math never busted me, as long as I kept his cock nice and warm in my pussy.

At 15 I got a gig doing porn. The producer wanted to know if I would be interested in doing fake father-daughter incest porn. He said I would be perfect for it on account of I looked like a preteen despite being 18 (I never found out of he was that dumb or was just keeping his mouth shut so he could fuck a kid). Any way I had about 50 short pornos under my belt before my 16th birthday and was doing bachelor parties and stripping and private fuck sessions for a few more years.

Then When I was 25 years old my two sweet twin baby girls, now eleven years old, discovered Mommy's secret stash of porn, all of them of me of course and confronted me about it.

What could I say. I confessed and to my astonishment they hopped up in my lap and gave mommy a big wet tongue kiss. I told them that was crossing a line but I wasn't mad. They told me that they would keep my secret but only if I didn't punish them for what they were planning.

The were vague at first but when they returned after a hour of getting ready they strutted their way out the front door in outfits that even I would have been embarrassed to wear in public and headed off for a gang rape of their own.



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by Anonymous on Dec 23, 2013 at 11:01 AM

Where can I find the porn videos?

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by Anonymous on May 9, 2014 at 10:29 PM

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by Anonymous on Jan 9, 2016 at 6:34 PM

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by Anonymous on Dec 27, 2016 at 12:21 AM

I agree that this story seems very unlikely, and made up by someone who wants to promote p**ophilia.

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by Anonymous on Dec 29, 2018 at 7:16 PM

very boring fake story

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