Life as a good little girl/The boys stop you from going anywhere

From Create Your Own Story

With your reason for being naked out of sight you whirl around to grab your top, only for one of the boys to beat you to it. Two hands spank your ass, knocking you to all fours, and you feel certain you're about to finally lose your virginity. The idea makes you pant even harder.

"Oh yeah, you're gonna get so fucked up by us..." the boys promise, rubbing their hands all over you.

A moan escapes you as the tweak your nipples and rub your ass. When a hand rubs over your pussy your hands nearly drop you face-down to the ground.

"W-wait..." you croak.

"Wait? You tease us, then take off all your clothes in a public place, and now you want us to wait? No way!"

"P-Please! M-my parents... they're waiting for me," you lie, looking around to see if anyone has seen, if anyone might help. Unfortunately, for you, bushes form a tall L shape in front of you and the boys block anyone' view from behind.

"With you dressed like this? Not likely."

"Really! I was going to change."

"I don't see any clothes around here," one of them looks around, then up in the air, like maybe clothes would fall from the sky. The one holding your shirt balls it up and then throws it in the air.

"Oh wait, there they are," the boys laugh.

"Look, please, let me go or I'll be in b-big trouble."

"Big trouble?" the tallest one asks, looking dubious but thoughtful.

"Yeah right," another scoffs.

"What would you do to get out of big trouble?" the tall one asks.

"Hey c'mon, let's just fuck her."

"Enough talk," another agrees.

"I... I'll fuck you?" you suggest, looking up at the tall one desperately as the other four fondle your body. Your nipples stand at attention, and your pussy nearly leaks from the stimulous, but you're keenly aware of where you are and how much trouble you'd be in if you were caught.

The tall one raises an eyebrow, the others make rude sounds.

"Like you weren't already going to," they scoff.

"Now hold on a sec," the leader holds up his hands, getting a few dark looks. His eyes fall on your hand, the one clutching your money and phone. "Give me your phone and money."

"Y-you're robbing me?" you whine, forgetting for the moment that you're all but naked.

"Nope. Just making a trade. Give me your phone and money and I'll give you your shirt."

You stare down at the remainder of your money, and wonder if it's a trick. Still, if it would get you away from him you could always tell your parents you lost it. You can't imagine being able to explain to your parents how you were caught fucking five guys in a parking lot.

"O-okay," you say, turning and holding up your birthday money and phone.

Reaching down the tallest boy takes hold of your offering, his other hand lowering the crumpled up shirt. As he snatches the phone and money from your hand he throws the shirt over your head.

Your arms fly up and your body rocks back, both hands just missing the shirt, leaving you spread-eagled on the grass.

Four phones click simultaneously, catching your privates completely exposed, and you scramble to grab the shirt, giving them pictures of your tight little asshole.

"S-stop it!" you beg, receiving smirks in return.

"Here's the deal," the leader says, grabbing your hand as your fingers close on your shirt. "If you wanna get your phone and money back, you're gonna honor your promise."

"Promise?" you repeat.

"You're gonna fuck us, you dumb cunt."

"I... oh. Uh... right..." looking from boy to boy, and having a hard time breathing, you can't think of what to say or how to out-smart them. Then it occurs to you. They might have your phone and money, but they don't have your address or home phone. The realization steadies you, and nod firmly at the leader, eager to get away from the boys once and for all.

"Glad you agree," the tall boy says and releases your hand. You snatch your shirt up and scramble away.

"What, that's it?" one of them almost whines.

"Yeah, I wanna fuck the little tramp."

"She was begging for it a minute ago."

Standing and facing them, the leader pockets your money and phone. "Dudes. Relax. She's ours. Aren't you, slut?" he says, looking over his shoulder at you.

Nodding, and feeling supremely confident that you're about to get away from them forever you smile saucily. "Damn straight. You ride me as hard as you want. Anytime, anywhere, anything you want studs," you purr, doing your best to channel Tiffany. Thank god you'd taken every opportunity to study your step-brothers' stash of teen gang-bang videos. After you started telling Tiffany stories based on them she pressed you for more and more. You'd burned through their collection and had to look up online videos and stories for even wilder, dirtier fantasies. For instance... "I'd bang a group of hobos if you wanted me to," you grin, trying not to let your disgust show through. Judging by their gaping expressions and bulging crotches they'd bought the story.

"See? Don't worry, she'll come through."

The boys laugh, high five, and reluctantly shuffle off, talking about you like you were a wanton slut.

"...picture..."

"...ass..."

"...plow her..."

"...wants it bad..."

Their voices fade, leaving you on your knees, gasping for breath from the experience.

Life as a good little girl/Putting yourself in order you head home

Life as a good little girl/You have some clothing problems you have to address

Life as a good little girl/A shadow looms over you before you can cover yourself again