I was very spoony on George, and had some hopes he would marry me, but you have been luckier than we rest of us, my dear, and got your grummet from him without risk. He used to kiss me and mess me about pretty well as he liked, and I must say I didn't object. Well, at last it came about that we made up a camping party during we summer.
There were six of us girls, all rather good-looking and jolly titters-trust Master George and his friends for picking out tasty pieces-and four fellows, all of a kidney, but none of them such desperadoes as George.
It was a put-up job, though we didn't know it, and their intention was to let no one of us return with our maidenheads. We were all friendly together, some stuck on one or other of we boys, and several of us in particular on George. Of course there were ample opportunities for mugging and hugging, and that didn't make our youthful blood flow the more serenely. I suppose George thought the time had come to attempt my virtue, for one day, I don't exactly know how he managed it, it came to pass the rest had gone off, and only he and I were left in camp. He suggested a bathe in the river, and I innocently retired to our tent and undressed. I was reduced to my chemise, when in, if you please, the ruffian stalked with only his bathing singlet on, and little enough there was, even of that. He might just as well have been completely naked, for his prick and knackers showed up in sharp relief. All the scamps affected this style in order to excite our feelings, and though we scarcely liked it we hadn't had the courage to object to their indecency. I gave a slight shriek and told him to go away. Not a bit. He laughed and said, 'Why so bashful, Lucy? A little cuddling won't hurt you.' He caught hold of me, kissed me lecherously, causing a thrill to run down my spine and depriving me almost of the power of moving, put one hand in my bosom and the other on my bottom, and felt me all over. All the while his mouth was glued to mine and his tongue was playing inside, so that I hadn't breath to protest. I could feel his prick-by the way, Rose, excuse these vulgarities, but I am using the terms he employed. 'Yes, his usual term of endearment to me is "fat-arse" or "split-arse little fucker".' Then you are used to them and we may talk without reserve. I could feel his prick surging and thickening until I thought a regular mast was pressing against me, and that didn't make me any cooler, you can bet. When he finally got his hand into my cunt and began to tickle it I knew what he would be at, and with a last effort broke away and crouched in the corner of the tent. 'Go away, George,' I said: 'you are horribly rude. I won't be treated so. You know you have no right to take such liberties with an innocent girl.' He chuckled, approached nearer, and coolly pulled off his one scanty covering. His cock sprang out, erect and fiery, looking to my excited imagination a foot long and as thick as my wrist, I swear, Rose.' 'It isn't so big as that.' No, but think of my feelings at the moment. He gaily shook it at me, and asked me what I thought of it-wasn't it a beauty.
'Go away, you horrid beast, or I'll scream. Don't you touch me!' 'Scream away, my dear. Who will hear you? Come, Lucy, be reasonable. I want to fuck you, and you know it; and you want it, too, or you wouldn't have stood my pulling you about so much.' I indignantly denied it, and exclaimed I would never allow it. What did he take me for to treat me so, and what would the other girls say? 'Oh, you needn't worry about the others. Maud has had a long cock up her quim since we came here, and I have poked Tottie myself. Clara will lose her maidenhead today if Tom gets her by herself, and so will you. The rest will be no virgins in a day or two.' 'You monster,' I said, fairly sobbing now. 'Is that what you brought us here for-to strip us of our virtue and put us on a level with street-girls?' He knelt down, still holding his cock, and with a malicious grin pulled the skin up and down from the great head, which was swollen and purple and altogether looked like a rolling pin. I couldn't keep my eyes off it. George seized me, despite my shudders, and tried to get my shift off. I resisted and he threatened to tear it in pieces, so to save it I had to let him strip me. He grabbed me at once, and began sucking my breasts, pinching my bottom and thrusting his hand between my thighs. I defended myself and tried to scratch him, which made him angry.
'Oh, if you won't be fucked peaceably it will be the worse for you.
Fucked you shall be, and by force as you won't give in. And you will find it won't be so pleasant as if you had opened your legs quietly.' With that he tied my hands, drew my knees almost up to my chin, and tied them to my neck. I was like a trussed fowl, and worst of all my poor little cunt was now exposed to his attacks. He picked me up, put me on the end of the camped, and began poking his finger in my quim, and asking me how I felt now.
I was so humiliated that I could do nothing but sob and threaten him with all sorts of futile vengeance. Little he cared! He knew I was a lady, and once fucked was not likely to publish my shame. So there I was, in a startling position for a modest girl! Stark naked and tied in a bundle: my bottom and my cunt exposed to the gaze of a naked ogre nay, more than exposed-thrust forcibly into prominence. I felt it was all up with me, and shut my eyes to await the stroke of that tremendous prick which I expected every moment to come tearing through my delicate membranes. The fiend gloated over my shame, using the filthiest terms he could think of, and hinting at atrocities I had never dreamed of, but, alas, was soon to be subjected to, and even to revel in. He openly compared me with this, that and the other girl he had fucked. My bubbies weren't as big as Annie's; my belly not so broad as Mrs. So and So's; my thighs not so plump as some whore's he knew; my arse… 'Call that an arse,' he sneered, lifting it up and smacking it roughly, 'why I've fucked many a slavey with a better backside than that. But your cunt' (shoving his finger in harshly) 'doesn't seem so bad, and I dare say it will do as well to piss my juice in as another. Very much like Tottie's, now I come to look at it closely: only she's got less hair round hers and the lips are not so fat. Yes, I think your cunt's the best part of you, Lucy.' I could have tom his eyes out to hear the beast calmly inventorying me in this way, cataloguing each shameful feature of my secret anatomy, especially when he compared me, for I knew myself to be a wellshaped girl, with some battered prostitute. I cried bitterly, more with vexation that he should pretend to appraise me so lightly after stripping me, than anything else, and gave him the rough side of my tongue. My flood of fiery indignation was suddenly stopped by his stooping down and putting his tongue in my cunt. What unheard of obscenity! But there it was, running up and down, and darting right into the crack. I gasped for breath, and the mocking wretch told me not to mind him, but to go on with my abuse if that would relieve me. He could suck my virgin cunny and listen at the same time. 'You know, my dear, it is part of the pleasure to outrage a girl's modesty as well as her carefully preserved person at the same time, so you talk away, and I'll gamahuche this naked little pissing trap of yours.' I wish, Rose, I had pissed in his face, but I never thought of it at the time.
That would have paid the brute out! But the novelty, and a secret feeling of delight at having a man mugging my cunt, even if he was shoving his finger into my bottom as well, together with the pleasurable sensation caused by his tongue had their effect.
It was only when he got up and presented his fearful cock between my legs, that I made one more effort, swearing if he fucked me to have him arrested for rape.
'Now that shows a very bad disposition, Lucy,' he retorted as coolly as you please. 'You have no witnesses, you know, and if any of the others did come back they would only laugh at you, for those of the girls who haven't been fucked yet are hoping to be. You should have taken it quietly, like Tottie, and then you would have had some pleasure. As it is I shan't spare you, and when I've fucked your blasted arse off you can go and tell if you like.' He opened my virginity with his fingers, placed the head of his jock in the entrance, and pushed with all his might. I thought I was splitting. I screamed, I believe swore, and damned him for a dirty hound, but the more I stormed the more he pushed. He fairly rammed and tore his way in. I felt something give way and a warm stream ooze out; the hard knob went further and further in, and presently it was stuck full length in my bleeding cunt. In fact, I bled like a pig and no wonder! The savage laughed with joy to see it, and having burst through all obstacles stopped, as he said, to let his prick soak. Then he suddenly started a furious ramming, striking against something inside at every thrust, and making me scream aloud. After a few more ferocious strokes I felt something gush into me, hot and thick, jet after jet. George shouted, 'There now you see, Lucy, you've been damn well fucked after all!' I was sobbing and moaning with fright and pain, but he took no notice and after a space went on poking, till again, the heavy shower bedewed my womb. He took more time, though, and as he wasn't quite so savage, but for my terror I might have extracted some pleasure from the operation. I begged him to release me now he had effected his purpose, for my arms and legs were hurting awfully, not to speak of the stinging in my cunt. Not he! 'You've got to have another lesson yet, my beauty, and then I think you will be tamed, and instead of curses will receive me between your thighs with caresses.' I thought he simply intended to fuck me in my cunt again, but you can guess, Rose, from your own experience what was in store for me. The shameless wretch, to get his prick up again, scooped a handful of blood and semen out of my quim, and openly frigged himself with the pasty mess till his cock stood once more. Then he rubbed the same mixture into my bottom. Still I wondered what he was after, and it was not till he actually put his tool between the cheeks that I realised his hideous design.
I was going to be buggered! Horrible thought! I had imagined men only did that to boys or to one another, and I had never thought of such a thing happening to a girl, with a wide and attractive opening in the shape of a cunt to receive a prick in. This time I fainted off, and when a stinging pain roused me once more I could feel at least half his prick up my bottom, and from the twinging of my anus I was sure the remorseless bugger had torn me there, too. I suppose he saw the pain in my face, and was afraid of going too far, for he withdrew till only the head was left in, and then leisurely racked himself off in the contractile hole and got the discharge he wanted. I was too overcome to resist any more. I again begged him faintly to untie me, promising to let him do as he liked so long as he didn't put it in my bottom again.
'Ah,' he chuckled, and I could have killed him where he stood, 'I thought that would bring the bitch to her senses. Nothing like a solid prick up a girl's arse to reduce her to subjection.' He released me and began to caress me, sucking my bubbies and bestowing such endearments on me that if he had proceeded like that at first, my thighs would probably have opened to him of their own accord. As it was I could not appreciate them, and when he stretched himself on me to fuck me again I implored him to be satisfied and let me off. This seemed to anger him afresh, for he fucked me savagely, not once but twice, and I was so frightened of getting that awful prick up my arse that I had to let him. My poor cunt was macerated and bled slowly all the time. Nearly every thrust was an agony, and how girls can stand being raped by one man after another, as happens at times, I don't know. I wonder it didn't hurt him, too, for I was too tight for such a prick dashed in anyhow. A man's cock must be as tough as steel. The end of it was that, after being fucked five times, next day I was so sore and ill that I couldn't accompany the others in their excursions. I had to plead a sick headache, and one of them offered to stay with me.
But this didn't suit her cavalier, who I suppose was after her cunt, too, and she said she would arrange with one of the others, and left me for a while. What was my horror, when they had all gone, to see the grinning George enter the tent! 'I've sent Clara off and promised to look after you.' I shuddered visibly. 'I can't, George, dear: I really can't,' I wept, clasping my hands imploringly, 'you have torn me so badly, I really can't.' 'Well, let me see.' He turned down the bedclothes, for I had not got up, and without asking my leave, opened my legs and inspected my cunny, just as coolly as if I were his slave or his wife. I knew it was no use objecting, so I submitted to the affront.
'Yes, it does seem inflamed and swollen, and this, I suppose, is sore, too,' putting his hand to my bottom.
'Yes it is, you monster: you have cracked that as well as my virginity.
He soothed and petted me-oh, the wretch could be charming enough when he desired-sucked my titties and brought a glow over me.
'Well, I will let you off, and we will just play a little with one another.' He slipped down his trousers and gave me his cock to hold. I couldn't help admiring the noble weapon and examined it curiously. Of course, as he calculated despite the twinges of my cunt, my passions began to rise at the sight of his nakedness. I doddled his knackers, worked them eagerly, and presently found myself returning his kisses rapturously, while my silly cunt was moistening fast, in spite of its wounded state.
Slily George presented the swollen head of his prick to my lips, and with a smile of satisfaction at my melting condition, rubbed it slowly between them 'Open your mouth,' he ordered. Weakly I obeyed, and in a jiffy the monstrous cock was rammed in. Then, again, I could have had my revenge, for a sharp nip or two would soon have made him retire. But, to tell the truth, I was too frightened to venture on reprisals, too overcome by my own rising excitement, and perhaps curious to see how far he meant to go. I soon found out. George fucked my mouth just like a cunt. I perceived that in a few strokes I should be flooded with his abominable liquor, and with an imploring look and in a stifled voice said, 'Oh, George, you are not going to do it in my mouth, surely?' 'Yes, I am,' he retorted firmly. 'You see, even if two of your holes are useless, you have another nearly as good. When you have thoroughly tasted my noble spunk I'll show you that you have a fourth resource still, and you will be able to see as well as taste it.' I still feebly tried to push his nasty prick away. He became impatient, and finally, shouting, 'If you dare to spoil it I'll piss in your mouth… you are my thing, my whore, and I'll fuck you as I damn well please,' frigged his cock furiously with his fingers, and shot a deluge of hot, bitter, pungent spunk down my throat.