Walter Collins
Make me come!

CHAPTER ONE

The day I was changed into a nympho started peacefully. After breakfast and chores I took a warm shower. Glowing from it and a brisk toweling I went to my aunt's room to model in front of the mirror. It was only the third week of my two-month stay and already, every inch of my slender body had darkened with the start of a golden, back-yard tan. My waist-length brown hair was starting to streak a little and I couldn't help giggling at the thought of ending the summer with sun-bleached hair on my cunt.

I was really happy and proud of myself.

It was really great. I had time to think, time to dream, time to plan and time to write long letters to my steady boy friend back in Los Angeles. I read the movie magazines and confession stories as they were brought to me with the groceries each week. I had even managed to read three of Rod McKuen's poetry books.

Right then, looking in the mirror and vainly examining my big, well-developed tits cunt-hair, I was about to start on what had become a daily ritual.

It had been easy to promise Gary, my boy friend, that I would be faithful. I had been here before and knew how isolated it was. There wouldn't be any temptation, so he was safe. I really missed flicking in the back seat of his mother's car. It was fun and I really enjoyed it. We never did anything kinky. He would just play with my tits until my cunt got all wet, then he'd climb on top and fuck me until we exploded.

We usually managed to make it two or three times a week and I was thrilled to feel and know that my orgasms improved each time. From the first time, when my brother and his wife introduced me to sex, until the day before I left for the farm, when Gary and I said good-bye, it had gotten better and better, and I loved it.

Now, without him there to help me I had taken up masturbation. The favorite dream I had while rubbing my cunt was of being raped. I was never hurt in my daydream. It was just that I liked to think I was forced. Then it wasn't my fault.

Standing in front of the mirror I stroked my flat tummy with my soft hand and slid my fingers into my cunt-hair. I scratched the delicate flesh under the hair lightly as I pictured a big, handsome guy crawling quietly through the open living-room window.

My middle finger found the top of my split and sent a shiver through it as the digit trailed down the crack to the tip of my clit. My imaginary attacker slipped up behind me. Wetting my lips with my tongue I used the fingers from either side of the busy one to spread my cuntlips and pull the flesh of my clit-hood tight.

The center finger found its mark. Dipping away for only a second to collect some of my cunt-juice at the entrance of my pussy, I brought it back and started to gasp in delight and picture myself being forced onto my aunt's bed.

I rubbed my free hand over my tits, lifting and kneading tern carefully as I felt the warmth and pressure shoot clear to their centers. In my fantasy he was unzipping his pants and pulling out the biggest cock I'd ever seen. It was beautiful. I dropped my tits and pushed two of my fingers into my aching, itching cunt as I imagined him spreading my legs and forcing his way inside.

I watched happily, if a little guiltily, as my face stiffened and strained back at me from the mirror. I saw the blush spread on my cheeks and across my chest as I neared the peak of my efforts.

It was never as good when I did it to myself as when Gary or someone else did it – but it was good. I just couldn't imagine life without orgasm – especially all those years in the future. Even now, ill was down in the dumps, if I was mad, if I was having trouble getting to sleep, if I wanted to relax, all I had to do was have an orgasm and everything changed. I had watched my mom. She didn't enjoy sex. I knew because I had heard her fighting with Dad about it. She was always so unhappy. On the other hand I'd spied on our neighbor a couple of times when she forgot to draw the shades. She and her husband really had a ball and I could see how happy she always was. I looked at the difference between the two women and knew, clear to my very soul, that I had to enjoy it too – if I was to have a reason to live in this crummy world.

I don't think I was a nympho – not then. I enjoyed too many other things too. I wasn't consumed by a constant desire for orgasm. But I knew I could have one any time I needed it. All I had to do was slip away by myself, even to a restroom if I was desperate, finger my cunt for a couple of minutes and I was fine again.

Now, I watched as I bit my lip from the heat of my imaginary assault, and I floated. Big waves of relief, peace and satisfaction carried me high and set me gently back down. Sighing happily I wiped my wet cunt and fingers on the panties I'd set out, and got dressed. It was such a lovely afternoon I simply couldn't stay in the house. I had to get outside and explore the countryside.

I wandered happily down the old road, kicking pebbles, watching the bird tracks and picking berries, completely unaware that my fantasy – the worst part of it – was about to become reality. I was almost two miles from my aunt's tiny farm when I started into an open field to pick some berries. Suddenly the still air war filled with the roar of motorcycle engines. I didn't pay any attention until they spotted me.

I didn't even have time to run before they rode me down. Cycles came tearing across the field at me from both sides. The first one buzzed by, catching my blouse and tearing it off as I was dragged for a few feet before it tore free. I scrambled to my feet and tried to run when a hand caught a cup of my bra and tore it off.

The force of the grab spun me around and my waistband was snagged before I could fall. I found myself being dragged and hurtled, nude from the waist up, through the air. I landed hard. Two cycles came up, one on each side, caught the cuffs of my pants, and I was dragged bouncing across the ground as the rest of my clothes were torn off.

The gang wheeled into a circle around me, trapping me. The boys climbed off and a fist grazed my jaw. Someone drove a boot into my ribs and it was quickly beaten into submission. The leader and his right-hand man grabbed me, unzipped their pants and forced me to stand between them.

My life was changed. I was about to go on a trip to hell and back. A trip that would almost leave me crazy, would make me try to commit suicide, and do anything for a cock before it ended.

The first drooling slab of male meat drove into my fearful little cunt and I cried out in pain. The boy behind me laughed and held me so I was dangling in the air, kept from falling by the cock in my cunt and the brutal grip on my tits from behind.

Hands from either side pried my ass-cheeks apart and other hands held me as the boy behind let loose long enough to force the head of his cock against the virgin pucker of my asshole. I screamed at the top of my lungs as he straightened his leg and drove his hips up. The cock bent almost double before my asshole gave and he ripped past the tight ring.

The searing pain in my ass was so bad I nearly passed out. My pussy had had a big cock before and could take it. My asshole couldn't. I could feel every inch of the dry cock as it sank in. The powerful, knotty veins felt like rugged steel cables wrapped carelessly around a telephone pole as he drove in. The head of his cock had to have been a post-hole digger.

The sensitive, tender tissues of my well-developed tits cried out as the boy's groping hands grabbed them again. I could feel every muscle and tissue bruise as he squeezed and pulled. My nipples looked weird as the tortured pillows under them were assaulted.

The boy in front grabbed my face roughly and jerked my mouth to his. The sandpaper roughness of his unshaven face cruelly rubbed my smooth cheeks raw as his brutal lips crushed mine. His hands grabbed my chin and squeezed my lower jaw down so he could ram his tongue past my trembling lips.

I felt his hips rear back, like he was going to do a dance. Then his big prick slammed home. My little cuntlips yielded and shot inward. The satin lining of my pussy stretched and gave way. He hit my womb like a Mack truck, and a new wave of pain surged through my body as he bruised my cunt-walls.

The others grabbed my dangling legs and began pulling them up and out, making me do a split in midair, and of course, allowing the attacking cocks to further impale me.

My attackers made no effort to establish a rhythm. One time they'd slam their big cocks up at the same time and I'd feel them rubbing together through the wall of flesh separating them. The next time one would be pulling out as the other drove home. Then they'd both be going in but one would be inches ahead of the other.

It was brutal. The boys increased their speed and the helpers jerked on my legs, moving my hips from side to side and forward or back. Every muscle, every organ, every inch of my body screamed and cried for mercy. I prayed that I would faint, but couldn't.

I felt the boy's cock begin to throb and buck in my cunt, becoming wet and slippery as the jism poured from around his shaft and dropped from my pussy in gobs. His cock began to shrink as the last wave shivered through it. He jerked free, pulled his lips away from mine and slapped me across the face so hard I saw clouds of bright, flashing sparks.

The one behind me wasn't done, but the others let go of my legs. The boy released my tits and made me support my own weight. My legs were rubbery and refused to hold me.

"Watch her eyes!" I heard the boy behind me laugh.

My eyes were screwed shut in pain and humiliation. I felt the bay grab my hips and then we were falling backward. At the last minute he kicked my feet out from under me, knocking them into the air as he landed on his ass with a jarring shock. My eyes flew open and bulged from the sockets. They laughed.

It felt like someone had shot a thick arrow clear through me. I was sure he'd ripped through the thin wall of my intestines, that I'd bleed to death, that the gang would leave me to die in that desolate field.

Even though I was in too much pain to know it, the thrill of the jolt and the depth of his penetration caused him to shoot his wad. The blinding agony hadn't left me before he pushed me off him. As his prick pulled free I let out a loud, involuntary fart.

I lay for several minutes holding my tummy in my hands and jerking like a chicken with its head cut off. Then I puked until I thought I'd die.

One of the boy's grabbed my long hair and dragged me to the slow-running creek and threw me m. The cool water felt good and cleared enough of the pain from my fogged mind so that I could wash away some of the jism on my ass and cunt.

My rest didn't last long. I was grabbed again and pulled from the water by my hair and dragged, caveman style, across the sharp grass. The hands let go and I opened my eyes. The boy standing over me was undoing his belt buckle.

The horror of the brutal attack made it impossible to feel anything but the most severe pain while they degraded me. It was different now. A difference that would drive me to the brink of self-destruction and make me use every bizarre means at my disposal to regain what I had lost.

I felt my legs being jerked apart and didn't try to resist. No one could do anything to me now that would be any worse than what I'd already been through.

The weight pressed down against my throbbing titties and his cock slapped wetly against my inner thighs. Then he was driving home and I felt it. Something inside me snapped. I don't know if it was because I just didn't care now or if it was because I was released from the earlier pain – but he turned me on.

I could feel the crown of his cock rubbing the heavy cushion of my upper cunt-wall and a warmth started to tingle inside me. My mind cried out, begging my tormented body not to enjoy the humiliation, but my body refused to obey.

I became aware of my cuntlips being drawn in like gaskets as they drew my clit down against the slick surface of the cock. A thrill shivered through me as the scalding heat of his meat slid wetly across the top of my clit. My aching pussy had been worn raw and, like a safecrackers fingers, felt everything and enjoyed it. His knotted veins massaged as the rest of his cock created a warm itchy need. His curly hair meshed with mine and tickled the sensitive skin beneath it.

He drove in and out of me at different angles in his own frenzied need to climax. I felt the cockhead poke my womb, then it probed the bottom of my canal against the rear wall.

My cunt turned into a swampy cave as he continued to hammer his cock in and out. The slick walls turned to liquid heat and the juice started to flow. My tender, rounded ass tightened and rose in an effort to accept more of him. His balls bounced against the pale undersides of my ass-cheeks.

"Hey – she really digs this!" the guy roared at his buddies. "Look – she's getting her cookies off!"

I felt the shadows fall across us as the others crowded in for a closer look. The humiliation flooded through me again but still my body refused to obey and kept responding.

The grass tickled my asshole as my hips began to roll and bounce in the thrilling need for pleasure. Our hips crashed together, ground in circles, separated, corkscrewed again, massaging all of his cock and my cunt.

Back and forth, in and out, side to side, our sweating bodies hammered in desperation until at last there wasn't a nerve in my body that wasn't shivering with fiery, sexual dynamite. We went faster and faster, harder and harder, until, finally, we came together.

I exploded into a powerful orbit. My cunt began to wink and squeeze his cock in an uneducated effort to milk it. I felt the stiff prick swell and throb as he drove it harder and harder. The balls quivered against my ass and he flooded me with his slick jism.

I hurtled through space as wave after wave of satisfaction pulsed through my veins and the jism frothed around the mouth of my tired aunt.

The boy rolled off and I heard the metallic sound of another zipper sliding open. The new one was tall and thin. I found my lips pressed against one of his small nipples as his long slender cock filled my sloppy cunt.

"Come on, baby – let's get your cookies off again!" the new one chuckled.

And I did. God help me, I did! Instead of repelling me like it should have I found the acrid smell of his sweaty body thrilling. The boys started chanting, building a drum-like rhythm for the two of us to pace ourselves by.

The boy's cock wasn't as fat and heavy as the one before it. It had more length, though, which made up for it. His very first stroke pulled my clit from beneath its hood and polished the hot little head for an unbelievably long time. There was no slow buildup. My entire cunt began to tingle as my clit vibrated and thrilled to the heated touch. His balls, hanging low in the hot afternoon sun, scraped and bounced on my ass, making the smooth flesh break out with goosebumps.

My tortured body responded again and I whimpered with pain as my bruised nipples swelled and hardened atop the aching mounds. My lips parted and I couldn't help myself. Finding his nipple, I sucked on it. I hadn't known before that a boy's could become stiff like mine.

His body was light after the last one and his bony ribs and wiry muscles, bulging and straining against me in his effort to satisfy himself, furthered my excitement. His cock pistoned in and out of my depths, prodding my womb and skidding across my clit, tugging and caressing it until I thought I'd go insane with heat.

The boy's cock pulled out. I arched my hips to help him come home. He missed my sloppy cunt on purpose, and pressed between the cheeks of my ass. He lowered the angle and drove the cum-covered cock through my stretched asshole into my shit chute.

Before the agonizing fear of further pain could grip me he was in and fucking. To my relief I'd been so badly stretched before that I didn't feel any pain. All of the damage had already been done.

The group of onlookers set up a howl as the boy grabbed my ankles and pushed them to my shoulders. I knew my cunt would be lewdly winking at him but I didn't care. The pressure was still there – it was still rubbing the desperate need in my belly. My clit wasn't being caressed now and I needed that.

No one was holding my hands because I'd stopped struggling after they'd stripped and beaten me. I reached mindlessly down, pulled the hairy flesh of my pussy and outer cuntlips back so my clit would be exposed. While the boy busily drove his cock in and out of my ass began to rub the tip of my finger across my clit.

The circle of boys tightened and they stared in awe at the pink meat and abused muscle at the mouth of my cunt. I was beyond blushing, even when one of the onlookers pointed out that the hairy lips which I'd pulled back made my cunt look like the open beak of a turtle with an Oriental mustache. Even that couldn't stop me. I was too far gone to care. I dipped my finger into the raw hole, pulled a stream of cum out and used it to further lubricate my clit.

A climax came long before his but the other boys wouldn't allow me to stop playing with myself until he shot his wad. I lay there working myself over as they drooled at my humiliation.

My fingers drew more heat from my numb body and I was hot again before he trembled and pumped what felt like a cupful of jism into my ass.

He pulled his cock out. Another boy unzipped and forced me over so I was kneeling, dog fashion. My pussy gaped and bubbled. I felt the thick cum trickle from both holes and ooze into my curly bush. Before long it had worked past the hair and onto my belly from where it dripped and puddled in the grass.

"Let's try doubles again," one of the guys laughed.

"Sure – why not," someone chuckled, and one of them unzipped his fly.

My mind had been on my ass and I was stunned when the boy knelt in front of my face and jerked my head up.

"P-Please…" I sputtered, before being cut off by an acrid smelling cock crowding between my teeth.

The other guy forced his prick into my cunt from behind and threw his weight across my back. The cock felt good and his balls rubbed my clit often enough to warm the fire already started by my forced masturbation.

He grabbed my tits. I tried to scream but choked on the stiff slab of cock which had begun to fuck my face. Tears of pain welled in my eyes and flooded my cheeks as the boy cruelly milked my tits.

I'd heard older girl's who'd read a lot of dirty books tell how spankings were supposed to turn someone on, but I hadn't believed pain could really do it – until now. Something in my system, abused and humiliated beyond endurance, snapped, and the agony turned from raw pain to raw heat. My cunt filled to overflowing with stream after stream of pussy-juice.

The salty flavor and strong, sweet smell of the hot, cock in my mouth combined with the pleasure-pain shooting through my chest and mingled with the sloppy slurping of my cunt to thrill me on toward another orgasm.

I doubt if it could be explained so someone could understand how it feels unless you've experienced it. Unlike getting hammered in my cunt and ass at the same time it didn't matter if they developed a rhythm. When they were in tune it was like a giant spring being wound tighter and tighter from both ends as their cocks roared in and out. When they weren't in rhythm; I was being filled and kept high with a constant flow of sexual tension from one end or the other.

It would have been pleasant under other circumstances to give the cock in my mouth a good blow job, even though I was relatively inexperienced. He was too busy fucking my face to worry about what I could have done with my tongue.

The head of his cock kept punching at the little flap of flesh at the top of my throat. Later, as he neared his climax, he rammed past it and entered my windpipe. The few light hairs at the base of his shaft brushed my lips and caught in my teeth. His short hair tickled my nose and his balls slapped my chin as he ground away.

At that point I was fully aroused and in no hurry to have them stop. My heart thundered with passion and I could feel my bloodstream carrying the need through my body. The boy on top seemed to weigh a tan but his hairy chest and belly relieved the grass itch on my sweaty back. His cock pulsed in my loose cunt and his pubic hair wiped the cum off my dirtied ass-cheeks.

As he reached toward his peak he raised off my back, letting go of my knockers. He grabbed my hip with one hand and drove the middle finger of his other up my ass. The effect was too much and I lost what little control I had left.

My cunt quaked, my nipples swelled, my ass tightened around his finger, and I literally milked him dry on the spot. In my mind I could see the inside of my cunt with the huge cock spurting shot after shot of its slippery cum into me. I could see the individual sperm cells as they wiggled through the streams and puddles of slime toward the mouth of my womb. Then I started choking and snapped out of the trance. My throat and mouth were filled with hot cum and I was choking on it.

I struggled violently so I could get a breath of air. The cock popped out of my mouth and I was rewarded for my efforts by glob after glob of the acrid-smelling stuff hitting me in the face.

Praying my ordeal was over, I tell forward and landed with my face in the dirt, too weak to move. But they weren't through with me. They had only started on my mouth. Realizing my cunt and ass were so stretched that it would be hard to get any pleasure they decided to see how many cocks they could shove in my mouth at one time.

They grabbed me under my arms and I was dragged, cum- and dirt-caked, dripping like I'd taken a shower in it, to one of the choppers. The boys shoved one piece of my shredded blouse in my cunt and another in my ass so I wouldn't leak all over the seat. Then they stretched me out on the narrow pad. My cunt was hard against the tall, metal support at the rear of the seat and my head rested at the front.

One boy straddled my face. It was the one that had first fucked my ass from behind. His balls rested on either side of my nose. It was horrible. I could smell the shit of his dirty asshole and his sweaty hot crotch. I wanted to gag as he pushed his shit-covered cock against my lips. Someone reached up and forced my chin down. The head of his cock struck the pad of my tongue and went down. Before I could push that from my mind there were two more of the boys. They walked up to me from either side, pulled their hard-cocks out and poked them roughly at the corners of my mouth.

The slabs of meat nearly dislocated my jaws and ripped my lips apart, but they got in. I took three cocks in the mouth at the same time and they weren't gentle. The only thing I had in my favor was that they couldn't go deep from the angle they had attacked.

"Lick, bitch!" someone yelled, and I felt a hand grab my pubic hair and raise my entire pelvis off the seat.

I began to lick like crazy and the boy let loose of my cunt. My tongue bounced frantically from lump to lump, cleaning their piss-holes and caressing the soft warm heads so they could drown me in cum.

Every time I'd get used to it they'd manage to crowd closer together and shove in a little deeper. The boy straddling my face would shut off my air supply each time he moved and I'd have to struggle like crazy to get a breath.

I heard someone say I could take two more and nearly died. One mounted my chest and viciously squeezed my tits around his cock. Someone else hauled my legs over the bar and twisted me so I was on my back from the rib cage up and sideways the rest of the way. My legs were pulled apart and the rags yanked out. One of them lifted one of my ankles over his shoulder and filled my ass with his cock.

"Hey, we can still get another one in her!" a voice roared triumphantly.

I cringed as a boot stepped down hard on my dangling foot and a cock slid in my worn cunt. Then I passed out. When I woke up I was lying naked in the middle of the field, reeking of urine and cum. At first I didn't know where I was or really what had happened. Then it started to come back to me. My mind reeled in agony and humiliation. I had started off so happy, so almost innocent. I found it hard to believe it could actually have happened. But it had. My body was proof of that.

I was covered with cuts, scrapes and dark bruises. My arms were stiff and I could move them only with a lot of effort. My face burned, one eye was puffy and nearly swollen shut. My nose ached, my lips burned and my ears were on fire. The slightest movement burned my stomach and made me cry with pain. My legs wouldn't work and I could feel the dirty cum still draining from my various holes.

The inside of my mouth tasted like a dirty cock and the smell of had sex clung to me. I dragged myself to the creek and slid into the water. I sat in the cold, cleansing flow and let the water wash the cum slowly away. My body regained some of its strength and one fact kept burning through my mind.

I had enjoyed it. I had actually gotten my cookies off while those animals had tortured and humiliated me. That made me no better than them. It wasn't a question of being loyal to someone but a question of being a human being. I had enjoyed their brutal, vicious fucking and they knew it. I was a slut! A tramp! A whore! No, I wasn't even that good! I had acted like a bitch in heat! I was no better than a dog!

Why had I liked it? I was supposed to enjoy nice boys, not brutal punks who made it all so dirty. Would I ever be able to enjoy it again? Right then I hurt too bad to care – but I knew I would later. Sex had been too beautiful in the past. It had been the only thing that truly made me feel wanted, that, gave me complete and utter happiness.

The pain overrode my despair and I started to cry. My stomach burned and I puked, what little I had left, into the running water. No matter what they had done to me they couldn't take the only true happiness I had away from me. I wouldn't let them destroy me! I wouldn't.