Gymnastics in the Park
mc; Mg; bg; Mdom; mast; preg
“No, Kaitlyn,” her mom said from where she was sitting on the bench. “You’ve got to kick harder.”
Kaitlyn was taking advantage of the soft rubber ground in the play area of the local park to practice some of her gymnastics moves while her mother watched and her little sister Becka entertained herself on the swings nearby. Currently, Kaitlyn was attempting a kickover from a bridge position. She’d been at it for quite a while but was still having trouble.
She tried again, lifting her right foot and kicking off the ground with her left. Her left foot got a couple feet off the ground but that was it. Her foot came back down and she lost her balance and fell onto her back.
“Ugh!” she grunted in frustration. “I can’t get it.”
“Not if you quit,” said her mother. “Try again.”
Again, Kaitlyn bent back over until her palms lay flat on the ground, fingers pointed at her feet, torso arched high in the air. This time she lifted her right foot faster and kicked off as hard as she could with her left just as her right reached the apex. Unfortunately, her enthusiasm got the better of her and her arms collapsed at the shoulder, sending her down into an undignified heap. From her right, she heard giggling.
“You’re never gonna get it,” taunted Becka from the swings.
“Now, Becka,” chided her mother. “None of that. You need to be supportive of your sister.”
“I can’t,” exclaimed the seven-year-old. “She’s too big!”
“Am not!” came the reflexive retort from the eleven-year-old Kaitlyn.
“You know what I mean,” responded her mother. Then to Kaitlyn, she said, “Come on. Try again.”
The svelte fifth-grader righted herself and straightened her blouse. It was a little too loose to be trying these moves; it kept threatening to fall down over her head and show everyone her barely-swelling chest. But then again, she hadn’t come to the park with the intention of mastering her kickovers. At least she was wearing shorts and not a skirt.
Clothing in order, she lifted her hands and bent backward into the bridge. Right foot raised. Left foot kick. It was higher. She was going to do it! She wobbled as her left leg approached the highest point but just wouldn’t go over. Back down it went, jolting her arms from their supporting position, spilling her onto the soft ground once more.
“What am I doing wrong?” she asked to no one in particular with just a touch of mock whining.
“You keep falling, dummy,” interjected Becka.
“Becka!” her mother warned. That seemed to be all that was needed, because Becka didn’t say anything else.
Kaitlyn took a breath and stood once more. Hands. Bend. Bridge. This part she could do in her sleep. “Come on,” she thought. “Just kick over. Just kick over. Just kick over.”
She raised her right leg...
At least, she tried to. She couldn’t move it. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t lift her foot. Nor could she let herself down. In fact, she discovered to her horror that she could do little more than move her eyes. She tried calling for help, but her mouth refused to obey her. At least she could breathe.
Casting her eyes all the way to her left, she could see her mother, her head looking a bit to the right and her eyes cast downward. And she seemed to be as frozen in that position as Kaitlyn was in hers. Off to her right, Becka still swung back and forth on the swing, but she was no longer pumping her legs for height; in fact, she seemed to be frozen in mid-pump, legs extended, head thrown back, long blonde hair whipping back and forth as the girl’s momentum slowly decreased.
What the heck was going on? Everything was frozen. Except, it wasn’t. She could still hear traffic in the distance and the sound of birds. Whatever it was, it wasn’t everywhere. But what was it?
Before she could answer that question, or even give it much more thought, Kaitlyn heard another sound. Footsteps. She could hear the unmistakeable sound of footsteps on the grass coming closer. Unfortunately, they were coming from opposite the direction she could see. Closer they came, until they transitioned to the concrete path for a few steps, then all was quiet. It took her a moment to understand that they hadn’t stopped, they were simply silent on the soft rubber matting of the play area.
She waited for whoever it was to pass by her and wondered how she could get their attention and signal that she needed help. But too long she waited, and no one walked by. She began to expect to hear the footsteps back on the concrete as whoever it was walked away, but the longer she waited, the less likely that seemed.
She was just on the point of beginning to wonder if she’d imagined the footsteps after all when she heard a click. It was so sudden and unexpected that she’d have jumped if her muscles would have allowed it. She wondered what it was, but nothing came to her mind. Then, equally sudden and just as startling, she felt a hand on her waist. Her breathing hitched, but otherwise, she could give no sign of surprise. She felt the hand on the elastic waistband of her shorts. She wanted to scream. She wanted to cry. She wanted to call for her mother. Yet she could do none of those things; she could only remain in the bridge position.
The fingers of the hand curled over and slipped beneath the waistband of her shorts and wriggled their way under the waistband of her panties. Before she had a chance to fully process what had happened, the hand pulled up, tugging her clothing away from her skin and exposing her girlhood to the warm, afternoon air.
Then came an odd tugging sensation along with a kind of tearing sound and suddenly her shorts and panties felt looser. There was another pulling, then tugging and ripping and then her shorts felt all wrong. It occurred to her what was happening; the person—whoever it was—was cutting her clothes off of her!
Another few quick cuts and both articles came completely free, leaving her naked save her sneakers, socks and a blouse that was threatening to expose her even more on its own.
There was another click and suddenly, it came to her. It was a knife. Whoever it was was opening and then closing a pocket knife. She heard the person toss her ruined clothes and then the soft whump of them hitting the ground. She’d never felt more exposed and vulnerable in her entire life. She could feel the soft, warm, late spring breeze as it traced along parts of her body normally off limits to it and she feared what would happen next.
She felt hands on her legs, moving them farther apart. They moved easily for her visitor, but for her, they still may as well have been encased in steel. Simply put, they stayed where they were put and they were so wide now it was only her complete inability to do more than breathe or move her eyes that prevented her from blushing bright red in embarrassment and humiliation.
As her eyes continued to dart around, hoping against hope for some sign that someone might find and save her, she heard more movement, then a quiet tinkling, more movement and then an unmistakable zipping sound followed by a rustle of clothing with that same intermittent tinkling of what she could only assume was a belt buckle. He—she was certain that it was a he—was taking off his clothes! About the time her brain had processed this fact, she felt his hands on her again, massaging her thighs and lower tummy and, scariest of all, directly between her legs. As scary as it was, however, she was surprised by just how good it felt. Like really, really good. After just a few moments, she wasn’t sure she wanted him to stop; her breath was coming harder and faster as the sensations felt better and better.
That was when she felt it. She knew what it was, of course; his thing, his penis. And she knew what he was going to do with it, and that scared her—terrified her. But some part of her was also excited—that part deep down inside her that felt so good from what his hands had been doing to her. That part of her hoped that when he did put it inside her, that it would feel even better than his hands—even better than those times that she’d touched herself late at night in the bed or sometimes in the bath.
She felt him press it up against her little slit and she was surprised how slippery it felt; that she hadn’t been expecting. It nuzzled at her hole and pressed. She wasn’t even sure how he was doing it with her in the position she was it, but it didn’t seem to be a problem for him.
For a few brief moments, she thought it wouldn’t go in; that she would be far too small for him. But he was insistent—relentless. Slowly the pressure increased as his hands migrated to her hips—not that she really had hips, but with her legs spread as they were, he was afforded some leverage. Just when she thought that it would never go in, there was a sort of pop and his hips bumped into her thighs. She was surprised that it wasn’t in some kind of pain or discomfort. Then he pulled back and used one hand to reposition himself back at her entrance and she realized that it hadn’t actually gone inside, but had slipped out of position.
Again, the tip bumped up against her hole and pressed, this time with only his left hand on her right hip. Again, the pressure and the insistent force. Again her mind bounced back and forth between fear and eagerness like some kind of demented sexual tennis game. “It’ll hurt!” “It’ll feel better than his hands.” “But I’m too young for this!” “It’ll feel better than anything!” “But I’m a virgin.” “But, sex!” “It’s rape!” “Is it, really?”
There was another sort of pop and this time, she knew for sure what had happened. There was a brief moment of shock, where her brain refused to process the sensations of what had happened, but then they began to trickle in: pressure, stretching, some pain, uncomfortableness... And not a lot else. She’d been hoping for pleasure beyond reason, fireworks, ecstasy. Mostly, she just felt disappointed.
But then he started moving again, sliding inexorably deeper inside her, much to her surprises as she’d thought that he’d already been as deep as possible. Slowly, he opened her up as she’d never been opened before. She felt him hit something inside her and thought for an instant that that was the limit. But he kept pressing and she felt a slight pinch inside. Some part of her overworked brain registered that he’d just broken her hymen and that she was truly a woman now, while the rest of her just tried to process what was happening to her and wondering just how deep he could go.
All too soon, she felt it bump against something inside her at the same time as his hips pressed up against her thighs again. He was fully inside her and she couldn’t believe it. He slowly pulled back out of her before pressing back in, and before she knew it, he was actually fucking her, her body bumping gently each time he bottomed out inside her. She wanted to be horrified, but she just couldn’t bring herself to do it; it was starting to feel good again. Very good. Better than her hands. Better than his. Better than good. It felt great. And as he continued thrusting into her it just kept getting better. It was only the fact that she still couldn’t move that prevented her from thrusting back at him.
On and on, he pounded, slowly gaining speed and force, until his hips were noisily slapping into her thighs, and his pistoning shaft rubbed against her in all the right places. Her body’s rhythmic movements in time with his strokes caused her blouse, loose as it was, to slide slowly up her chest until it hung up on her chin and exposed her tiny breasts to the world. She didn’t—couldn’t—care. In fact, the thought of being so exposed, now seemed to heighten the thrill and the pleasure she felt.
Soon, he was grunting and moaning in time with his thrusts, sending a thrill of delight through her that he felt so good while having sex with her. Her! Scrawny, little eleven-year-old Kaitlyn McCormick, fifth-grader at Carmichael Elementary and aspiring gymnast. She wasn’t sure why she wasn’t traumatized by what was happening, but it just felt so good. Better than good; incredible. And the sensations inside her soared higher and higher until she tipped over the edge.
Her body exploded into an orgasm more intense than she’d ever felt before. The fact that her muscles refused to obey her only served to heighten the experience, causing her breath to momentarily stop as her lungs seemed unsure if they should breath in or out. She desperately wanted to cry out her bliss, but such a thing was still impossible. Slowly, her ability to breathe returned. And still, he pounded into her small pussy, prolonging her climax to the point that she wondered if she were going to pass out. But that too seemed out of her reach as her young sex slipped down from the high of her first climax and quickly began building to her second. It took only a few more strokes and her world exploded again, this one just as large as her first, but even more unexpected. She could hear wet slapping sounds coming from their union as her girl juices from her back to back orgasms multiplied her natural lubrication.
Just as she was beginning to come down from her second climax, and was trying to prepare herself for a third, he hit his own, slamming into her with a grunt and holding himself there as he spilled himself into her depths. She could feel the twitching and pulsing inside of her along with the hot wetness of his seed.
His last slam into her sex had caused her body to jerk enough that her poor blouse dislodged from her chin and slid down off her head and down her arms to pool at her hands. She was truly naked now and, now that the sex was over, she was beginning to become really aware of that fact, though there was still nothing she could do about it.
After several moments, she felt the man withdraw from her. Then she heard him pull his pants back up and buckle his belt, putting a stop to the tinkling of the buckle. Then, still without a word being said, he walked away, his footsteps reversing their original path back over the sidewalk and then the grass and fading into the distance until she could no longer hear them.
Nearly a minute later, by her estimate, she collapsed onto her back—her hands slipping out of the arm holes of her blouse—and for a moment, she simply lay there, trying to catch her breath and come to terms with what had happened.
“You didn’t even try that time, Kaitlyn,” her mother said, sounding disappointed, as though she hadn’t been frozen in place for who knew how long and her just devirginized daughter wasn’t lying on the ground completely naked save her shoes and socks.
Kaitlyn just goggled at her mother. She wanted so say something, but her brain couldn’t seem to decide exactly what that something would be. Did she not notice that she hadn’t been able to move? Did she not see the man walk up, strip her daughter and have sex with her right in front of her? Did she not notice that said daughter was naked even now?! Before she could get anything out, however, she was interrupted by Becka, who was rushing over to their mother, rubbing her eyes.
“Mommy,” she said, sounding to be on the verge of tears, “my eyes hurt.”
Kaitlyn turned her head toward them and found her mother rubbing her own eyes.
“Mine too, baby,” she said. “It’s probably allergies.” She pulled Becka’s hands away from her eyes and examined them. She apparently didn’t see anything too wrong as she simply gave the younger girl a motherly hug. “Maybe it’s time to head home. It is getting rather late anyway.”
Kaitlyn, incredulous that her mother hadn’t said anything about her at all, decided it was time to do something about it. “Mom,” she began. But her mother cut her off.
“Don’t argue, Kaitlyn,” her mother said. “We can come back to the park some other day.”
“But, mom—”
“No ‘but’s,” she said. “Let’s go.” She stood and took Becka’s hand and turned toward the front of the park and the parking lot.
Realizing that she wasn’t going to get any kind of reaction from her mother, she decided that she would just cover up the best she could and hope she could make it to the car without being seen by anyone else. She turned toward her blouse but as she reached out to pick it up, she felt that she just didn’t need it anymore. She knew she was naked and that it wasn’t OK to be naked in public, but what did she need with her blouse? She could leave it where it was and be on her way.
That decided, she stood and started to follow her mother. She’d taken no more than a few steps when the realization that she was naked in public hit her like a truck. She simply had to go back and get her clothes. She turned back to her blouse. But as she reached to pick it up, it simply didn’t seem important anymore. She didn’t need clothes. After all, her mother hadn’t said anything about her nakedness, had she?
“Kaitlyn,” came her mothers voice from a few yards away, “come on.”
Kaitlyn turned to follow her mother again. But, once more, only a few steps and panic shot through her. She was naked! People would see her! This time, she turned to her ruined shorts and panties that lay in a pile near one of the legs of the swings. A few short steps and she was standing over them. But as she reached for them, that same feeling that clothes were unnecessary shot though her. She wavered over the ruined garments for a moment.
“Kaitlyn,” her mother called. “What do you think you’re doing?”
What was she doing? She needed these clothes, didn’t she? She had to be dressed, didn’t she? But being naked was fine, wasn’t it? But she had clothes when she came to the park, she was sure of it. She was standing over her shorts and panties, even now. They were hers. She should wear them.
“I’m trying to pick this up,” she said. Even that seemed to be some kind of struggle. She’d wanted to say that they were her clothes, didn’t she? It was strangely confusing.
“Oh, that’s disgusting!” exclaimed her mother, who was closer now. “Kaitlyn, don’t you dare touch those nasty things.”
“But—”
“Don’t you dare! I can’t believe someone left a pile of old clothes just lying around a kids’ playground like that,” she said in disgust. By this time, her mother had reached her. She seized her arm by the wrist and began pulling her away from the small pile. Kaitlyn stumbled after her, becoming more and more sure that she had to go back and get her clothes the farther away they walked.
“That is so disgusting!” her mother said again. “I’m not sure we’ll be coming back here. We may just have to find another park.”
Farther and farther away her mother pulled her, her face beginning to burn in humiliation at being naked. She desperately wanted to free herself from her mother’s grip and run back to her abandoned clothes. But her mother had a very strong grip, and once she got to her clothes, would she still feel the need to pick them up and put them on?
All too soon, she found herself climbing into the back seat of their car—with Becka climbing in on the other side—Kaitlyn’s clothes still lying as they had been, back on the soft, rubber padding on the playground. The fact that neither her mother nor her sister seemed to notice her state of undress didn’t prevent her from feeling incredibly exposed and vulnerable. She was naked! And that thought rebounded inside her head like an overeager ball in a pinball machine.
They were on the road and she was still lost in her thoughts, when she was brought back by the voice of her sister.
“What’s that?” asked Becka.
“What’s what, honey?” asked her mother.
“There’s some stuff on Kaitlyn’s shorts,” she responded.
Kaitlyn’s head snapped around. What was she talking about? She wasn’t even wearing shorts.
“What?” Kaitlyn managed.
Becka pointed directly at Kaitlyn’s crotch and said, “Right there. What’s that?”
Kaitlyn looked down between her legs and noticed that the man’s cum was leaking out of her. Her eyes bulged out as the realization hit her.
“I—” she began. But she finished rather lamely with, “—don’t know?” She hadn’t meant it as a question, but it came out that way.
“Kaitlyn,” her mother said from the front seat, “did you get something on your shorts? Is it bad?”
Kaitlyn’s mouth worked but nothing came out.
“No,” Becka answered for her. “There’s just a little.”
“Good,” her mother responded. “I was thinking of stopping by Joe’s Place on the way home, what do you say?”
“Yay!” Becka exclaimed excitedly, dancing in her seat. Joe’s Place was a little Mexican restaurant and Becka’s favorite place to eat. Kaitlyn liked to eat there, too, but the thought of doing so while naked and with a strange man’s semen dripping from her no-longer-virgin hole, didn’t exactly appeal to her. But what could she say?
She managed to shrug.
Things only seemed to get worse for Kaitlyn. They had indeed eaten at Joe’s Place, much to her embarrassment. Sitting and eating dinner in a crowded restaurant while wearing only shoes and socks was an odd experience to say the least, but at least no one seemed to notice her nudity. Diners, waitresses, busboys and even the owner, Joe, who came around playing his guitar to serenade his guests, seemed to ignore her. Or rather, they seemed to treat her as though she were still wearing clothes.
Things didn’t get any better at home. The moment they arrived, she’d practically sprinted to her room so that she could put some clothes on. But as soon as she opened her dresser drawer or her closet door, that same feeling filled her, that clothes weren’t necessary. After all, she’d been naked all evening, in public and in front of dozens of people and no one cared; nothing bad had happened. Why did she need clothes now?
The moment she walked away, the shame of her nudity returned with a vengeance, practically demanding that she cover herself. The loop of the pointlessness of clothes followed by abject humiliation at her nakedness continued until her mother reminded her that she still had homework to finish.
She finished her homework naked.
When it was time for bed, she showered and then found she didn’t need her nightgown any more than she needed clothes. But she couldn’t sleep naked. But she didn’t need her nightgown.
Her mother had to practically order her into bed.
She slept naked.
The next morning, she didn’t need to dress for school, but she couldn’t go naked, but she didn’t need clothes, but...
Her mother told her to hurry up and put on her shoes and socks or she was going to be late.
She went to school naked.
And again, no one seemed to notice. One of her friends even complemented her on her skirt. She just blushed because in that moment she was keenly aware that she wasn’t wearing one. She barely managed to squeak out a “Thanks.”
Days flowed into weeks and she began to become used to wearing nothing. Outside of those times where she tried to get dressed—which were always followed by the realization of her inability to wear anything beyond shoes and socks filling her with renewed humiliation and shame—she found being naked all the time kind of freeing. Those times when she was hours away from her closet and she could think clearly about the fact that no one noticed her nudity, she found her mind drifting back to that day in the park and whatever that man had done to her—aside from fucking her, that is.
Strangely, it was her preoccupation with that day that led to another change in her life. She seemed to be almost constantly aroused. It had taken a few days for her to notice it, but there seemed to be a persistent, low-level tingle in her pussy. She had taken to rubbing herself off every night, but her climaxes, while good, were nowhere near what she’d experienced with the man. What was worse, was the fact that the climaxes she experienced at her own fingers were failing to actually satisfy her, leaving her increasingly on edge.
It only grew worse during the summer months, when she didn’t have school to occupy her mind. For the first part of summer, it wasn’t so bad because she still had gymnastics, but in early August, a bout with an annoyingly persistent stomach flu coupled with her body’s seemingly overnight desire to develop left her feeling gross and uncoordinated. She and her parents had decided that maybe taking some time off from gymnastics would be a good thing. She could always go back later.
By the time school started up again in September, Kaitlyn had genuine hips and some decent a-cup breasts. She was also masturbating nearly a dozen times a day, just to take the edge off. When she walked onto the campus of her new middle school for the first time, the fear and humiliation returned in droves. Despite having been naked for nearly four months by that point, the unfamiliar surroundings had her feeling uncertain and vulnerable. She needn’t have worried, though, as, once again, no one noticed her nudity. More than one girl asked where she’d gotten her top. She said that it had been a gift, which, thinking back on it, was kind of the truth.
The only drawback to being back in school, was her increased arousal. She found herself slipping off to the bathroom every chance she got to rub herself to a quick climax. Afterward, she’d clean up as quick as she could and race to her next class. The problem was, things didn’t always go as planned.
Her face burned with embarrassment the first time she’d had to run to class without cleaning up. She’d been a few seconds late and everyone had turned to look at her. She’d never been more aware that she was naked and had just had an orgasm from masturbating in school than she was at that moment. She could feel her juices dripping down her naked inner thighs and she was sure that everyone in class would smell her. She’d muttered an apology and been lightly scolded by the teacher and warned never to be late again, but otherwise, nothing bad had happened.
Then there were the times that she simply hadn’t managed to finish herself off in the time she had available. The first few times, she’d simply gone on to the next class and grit her teeth and bore the heightened, persistent arousal. She would squirm in her seat, hoping for... something, but that would just made it worse. The upside was, her next orgasm usually came quickly and powerfully, but it was the waiting for that opportunity that was the hardest part.
Then the day came when it had happened twice in a row. The first break, she’d simply been unable to finish quickly enough. The second break, she’d been interrupted. The class after that had been hell. Especially since it had Mark in that class. He was, in Kaitlyn’s mind, the hottest guy in school. The number of times she’d brought herself off thinking of him—his cute face, his strong arms, his rock hard cock that she just knew would feel so good pounding in and out of her—well, she couldn’t count that high. And she had found herself unbelievably frustrated and staring at the back of his head. That was when she’d crossed a line.
Her hand had slipped down beneath her desk and in between her legs. It had only taken a few strokes of her deft fingers for her climax to hit her hard and fast. She’d bit down on her lip to keep from crying out, but she was sure she’d squeaked a bit, because Mark turned around and looked at her. She looked anywhere but at him as her climax made her arms and legs tingle. Mark had then looked away and Kaitlyn had sagged in her seat—finally somewhat satisfied—and basked in the afterglow.
After that, she’d been less concerned with masturbating only between classes and had taken to bringing herself off whenever the mood struck her. And no one ever seemed to pay it any attention.
All in all, her first few weeks at her new school went fairly smoothly. At least, until that one late October morning in her social studies class.
It had started out a day like any other since that day in the park. She’d tried—and failed—to get dressed, leaving her embarrassed and self conscious. Despite the fact that it had been months since she’d been able to dress herself, that urge had never gone away and the shame always came back full force after she’d tried.
Her arousal started early and she fingered herself during breakfast, leaving her dripping for her walk to school. By the time she reached the campus, she was touching herself again. She stepped into her first period class wondering what they’d be talking about that day when she stopped short.
There was a boy sitting in her seat.
For a moment, she wondered what to do; they had assigned seats and the teacher hadn’t told her about any changes. She walked to the front of the class.
“Yes, Miss McCormick?” the teacher asked when he noticed her.
“Um,” she began uncertainly, “Did you change my seat assignment?”
“No,” he replied. “Is there a problem with your desk?”
“No,” she said. “It’s that—”
“Well, then,” he said, cutting her off, “go sit down and we’ll get started.”
“But, there’s someone sitting there,” she said.
“No excuses, Kaitlyn,” he said. “You. Seat. Now.”
She huffed in frustration and walked over to her seat.
“This is my seat,” she said to the boy. She wasn’t even sure this boy was supposed to be in her class; he didn’t look at all familiar. The boy ignored her and everything going on around him, looking for all the world like he was anywhere else.
“Miss McCormick,” her teacher prompted. She turned to face him. “Sit down.” She could hear whispered commotion and girls giggling quietly. She was sure it was because of her and she was suddenly more aware of her nakedness. Nevertheless, she glanced at the boy and looked back at the teacher.
“But—”
“Sit!” Clearly, his patience was at an end.
The only thing she could think to do was sit in the boy’s lap. As she moved to do so, she saw with shock that his pants were open and his cock was jutting rigidly through the fly in his boxers. She hesitated again but under a glare from the teacher, she sat in the boy’s lap.
Immediately, she could feel the cock pressing up against her sex as though seeking entrance. The thought drove her arousal level to new heights and, as was now her custom, she snaked her hand down to diddle herself. The knowledge of the proximity of the cock to her sex drove her to a quick climax that did little to relieve her need. Her fingers continued to dance over her dripping sex, desperately seeking that fulfillment, but the closeness of that cock—the feel of it pressing incessantly between her legs—served only to remind her of that day in the park. In frustration, he reached down, grabbed the cock, raised herself up and slid down onto it.
Penetration.
She’d never forgotten how it felt, but at the same time, she’d somehow forgotten how good it felt. It was as if she were now complete. She concentrated on that shaft buried deep within her and reveled in the sensations it gave her. She didn’t fuck it, she simply sat there and enjoyed it—basking in the forbidden act taking place under the noses of her teacher and her classmates. None of them seemed to notice that she had a cock in her tight little pussy again, just as they never noticed that she was naked, and that thought both thrilled and disappointed her. She wondered if she’d like to do something sexual in front of people when they could notice what she was doing.
She tried to simply sit still and allow the cock to fill her up through the class, she really did. But less than halfway through, she found herself grinding on her partner. She was subtle about it. She wasn’t really sure just how much she could get away with without anyone noticing and, despite the thoughts in her head about letting people watch, she wasn’t sure she was really ready for that step yet. But that constant motion sent little shivers of pleasure shooting through her with such increasing frequency that after several minutes she found it hard not to simply close her eyes and give herself over to the act; she was in class after all.
It was about ten minutes before the bell rang that their pleasure peaked. He grunted quietly as he spilled himself inside her. The mounting pleasure wave she’d been riding, coupled with the sensation of his twitching, spewing cock inundating her womb with his seed was enough to send her over the edge as well. She gripped the edges of her desk and bit her lip to refrain from crying out her ecstasy. This was so much better than her fingers ever had been, and, while perhaps not quite as good as that day in the park, it was still easily a close second.
Slowly, she came down from her high only to remember just exactly where it was she’d just fucked her second ever cock—in the middle of her social studies class, surrounded by her classmates. The thought terrified and humiliated her while at the same time, it caused her still spasming cunt to clench extra hard, sending a frisson of pleasure to bounce around inside her.
Once the bell had sounded and class had ended, she gingerly pulled off his still rigid cock, gathered her things and practically sprinted to the restroom, where she cleaned herself up as well as she could. She found no boy sitting in her seat in her second period class, for which she was both relieved and disappointed. While her sexual encounter had sated her needs for the time being, she spent her second period being acutely aware of what had happened, being constantly reminded by the last remaining traces of the boy’s cum leaking from her well fucked hole.
By third period, which also failed to provide her with a cock to sit on, she was back to stroking herself among her oblivious peers.
It wasn’t until a few days later—fifth period, right after lunch—that she found another boy in her seat. Again, she found that it was a boy she didn’t recognize and again she found his pants open and his cock out. After her last encounter, her fingers had done little more than frustrate her to the point that she was nearly always dripping with her girl juices, so she was more than ready for him.
She wasted no time dropping herself into his lap and onto his cock. It felt so good. Water in the desert; a gasp of air after nearly drowning. Bliss.
She tried to restrain herself, she really did. In an effort to be unobtrusive, she’d kept herself only to discrete grinding. Within ten minutes, that had slowly given way to a much more vigorous gyration of her hips. Soon she was lifting herself up and thrusting back at him every few seconds, then she was simply fucking him.
And her classmates and teacher ignored her.
Faster and faster she moved. Harder and harder she slammed until she hit her peak and her orgasm crashed over her like a wave.
“Yes!” she cried out before she could stop herself.
Slowly, she came back to herself and opened her eyes. All around her, everything had gone quiet. She found the eyes of everyone in class on her.
“Yes, Kaitlyn?” asked her teacher somewhat bemusedly. “You have something to say?”
Kaitlyn’s face burned red and her cunt clenched hard on the still hard erection inside her. She couldn’t make her mouth work, so she settled on shaking her head rather quickly.
After an eternity, during which she was only too aware of the pulsing cock trapped in her preteen channel, the students began turning away from her and class resumed. Her breath was ragged and her heart pounded. And she couldn’t deny the excitement she felt. It ripped through her limbs and danced around her chest and reinvigorated the desperate tingling between her legs. Before she knew it, she was bouncing on the cock once again.
She fucked him all through class, cumming seven times to his three. Though none of her last six were as loud or obvious as her first, she still felt a heightened thrill of knowing that the class might notice what she was doing if she became too boisterous.
At the end of class, she realized the drawback letting her partner finish in her so many times. As she pulled off him, his spunk literally flowed from her abused fuck hole and ran down her legs. Again, her face burned with embarrassment as she made her way to the restroom while so obviously soiled. Her stomach fluttered at the obscenity of it.
October faded into November and the days started getting cold. Kaitlyn was surprised to realize that she didn’t feel the cold, which was a good thing, since she wasn’t sure she could put on a jacket or a coat or anything at all to keep her warm.
In classes, the boys began showing up with increasing frequency, such that, by the end of the month, they were in every one of her classes. And she took full advantage of them, fucking them with abandon, usually quietly so as not to be noticed, but sometimes she would just be loud enough... She often wasn’t sure if she did it intentionally or not.
Cold weather and the onset of the holiday season wasn’t the only thing that November brought, however. For a while, Kaitlyn had been noticing how nicely her breasts were growing; she was now nearly a b-cup. At least, she supposed she was, since she’d never worn a bra of any kind. Her hips were flaring into a nice womanly shape that pleased her. Unfortunately, her breasts and her hips weren’t the only things growing.
She’d noticed shortly after the boys had started showing up in her seats at school that she had a little bulge in her belly. By the end of November, she could no longer pretend it was just a little weight gain. She’d used some of her allowance and purchased a home pregnancy test; the people at the drug store had looked at her a little funny, but she just said it was for her mom.
She’d followed the instructions to the letter. It took eons for the results to show, even though she was sure what they would be. She wasn’t sure what to think when the little plus sign appeared, affirming the fact that she was pregnant. Sure, she wasn’t really surprised; she hadn’t had a period since that day in the park (which was a good thing with her unable to wear clothes). But now she was faced with a conundrum: should she tell her parents, or not?
On the one hand, she had to admit she was a little scared. She was only eleven after all—she wouldn’t be twelve for three more months—what did she know about being pregnant? She could really use the comfort and support of her mother—her mother who had been through two pregnancies and would know what to do.
On the other hand, how would she explain it? Remember that day in the park? The day that you don’t remember freezing for twenty minutes? Well, I was raped right in front of you that day and now I’m having a baby. Never mind the fact that I now fuck seven guys each day at school all day long now because I just can’t get enough. It’s OK because no one ever notices me doing it...
It sounded insane even to her.
In the end, though, she decided she simply didn’t have a choice. So, one Saturday afternoon, she approached her mother—
—and immediately decided that she didn’t need to tell her after all.
“Did you want something, honey?” her mother asked.
“No,” she replied, and she turned to leave, only to have the urge to tell her mother return.
“That settles that,” she thought to herself. “I know how this works.” And indeed she did. Though she didn’t try to get dressed everyday anymore, it still happened about five or six times a week. It was like an old habit that she couldn’t break.
The best part about her condition—the enforced nudity, not the pregnancy—was she didn’t get any clothes for Christmas. She’d been expecting either clothes that she wouldn’t be able to wear, even to show them off to whomever had given them to her, or to receive several gifts that were actually empty boxes, where she would be expected to “try on” the contents. Instead she got things she could actually use, which was nice.
Once the holidays were over, she was eager to get back to school, having been on a three week dry spell when she’d been used to almost nonstop sex seven hours a day had been difficult, but judicious use of her fingers had gotten her through it even though her swelling tummy was beginning to make things awkward.
By the time her birthday rolled around in February, she felt as though she was as big as a house. She waddled up to the table and eased herself into the chair before her birthday cake. She’d been thinking about her wish and she held it firmly in her mind as she blew out her candles. It was a great day and fun was had by her and all her guests. Again, she received no clothes or empty boxes and she was grateful. She’d had eight months to become accustomed to her perpetual nudity, but it could still catch her off guard now and then.
It was an early bout of warm weather that prompted Becka’s request to go to the park a few weeks after Kaitlyn’s birthday. The temperatures were hovering in the high 60’s and their mother thought it was a great idea.
Once they were there, Becka, who was only a month away from her eighth birthday, headed for the swings. Their mother followed her and Kaitlyn lagged behind, maneuvering her enormous belly in the general direction of the bench by the playground.
She lowered herself to the bench, and caressed her pregnant tummy.
“You’re not going to go play?” her mother asked. Kaitlyn had learned long ago that her mother—just like everyone else—was completely oblivious to her most recent condition. Being nearly nine months pregnant, however tended to slow her down a bit. Though she still fucked seven boys a day at school without fail. In fact, despite her condition, she was feeling particularly aroused that afternoon.
“Don’t think I’m up to it,” she responded, and that seemed to satisfy her mother. Despite her answer, she was looking around at the other park visitors, wondering if there was any way she could find a boy about her age and fuck him.
It was several minutes later, as she tried to rub herself to another orgasm around the belly in her way, that everything froze.
It was just like the last time. Her mother was looking at Becka with a smile locked on her face. Becka and another kid in the swing next to her were both halted in mid-pump as their swings slowly lost their momentum. Another kid dangled from the monkey bars by his hands and a young girl hung from the horizontal bar by her knees, her dress drooped down over her head and her tiny white panties displayed for everyone that couldn’t look.
Everything was just like the last time, but with one exception. Kaitlyn could still move.
She looked around the park, knowing the man had to be coming. Her heart crashed in her chest with the hope that she would finally be able to see the man who had changed her life so much. She arched herself up off the bench and to her feet, looking around eagerly. Finally she saw him.
He walked out from around a copse of trees. He was tall—at least six feet—and lean. She thought he had a nice face, with a roguishly handsome amount of beard stubble. His dark brown hair was neatly combed and his clothes—a pair of jeans and a polo shirt—made him look approachable. Draped over his arm was what looked like a folded bundle of cloth. She watched him intently as he walked toward her, stopping a few feet away. For a long moment, they just looked at each other. Finally, she broke the silence.
“It’s you, isn’t it?” she asked. “It was you nine months ago in this park.”
He nodded. “Yes, it was,” he replied. His voice was deep and masculine and seemed to go straight to Kaitlyn’s moist cunt.
“You did all this to me,” she said. There was no heat in her voice; no accusation. She simply sought verification. He nodded again and kept nodding as she continued. “You had sex with me. You got me pregnant. You made it so I can’t get dressed—”
“I like you this way,” he said, interrupting.
“—you sent all those boys for me to have sex with.”
“Yes I did.”
“Why?”
His eyebrows lifted a bit and he cocked his head to the side as though a bit unsure.
“Don’t know,” he said. “Seemed like the right thing to do. Thought you’d like it.” She blushed and he smiled. “You did like it, didn’t you?”
She nodded like a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar and tried to hide her smile from him. The silence stretched out between them.
“So,” she said finally. “Do you think...” She drifted off, hesitant. “Can we...” She looked down where her feet would be, even though she couldn’t see them, and toed the ground in an adorably childlike way.
“Yes?” he prompted.
Eventually, she began again.
“All those boys,” she said. “They were good and all. And I liked doing it with them. But...”
“But?” he asked as though he thought he knew where she might be going.
“But they weren’t as good as... you.” She was keenly aware that it sounded like she was buttering him up, but she really meant it. Her orgasm with him that day in the park had been her best and most intense.
“Well thank you,” he said.
“I really mean it,” she said. “And I was wondering...” Why was it so hard to ask? “Could we? Again?” she managed at last.
In response, he took the cloth from his arm and unfolded it. It turned out to be two things: one a blanket that he spread out on the soft rubber surface of the playground precisely on the spot where he’d taken her all those months ago, the other seemed to be another, smaller blanket that he left folded.
He returned to her and ran his hand over her distended belly and down to her dripping crotch. She hissed in pleasure as his deft fingers danced over her sensitive flesh. Using that contact alone, he lead her over to the blanket and helped her lie on her back. He quickly divested himself of his clothes and she saw him naked for the first time.
There was no question that she liked what she saw. He looked just as good to her, if not better, naked than with his clothes on. And his cock looked large compared to all the boys she’d fucked at school.
He leaned over her and pressed his lips to hers, giving her her first kiss. She was a bit sloppy and inexperienced, but they both enjoyed it all the same. He then kissed his way down to pay tribute to her breasts, which were now quite large relative to her small frame, swollen as they were from pregnancy.
After a few pleasurable minutes, he moved farther down and gave her belly some attention, kissing and caressing it. She found it very pleasurable. But then, he moved around and aligned himself between her legs. She knew she couldn’t take him in the missionary position as she was, so she wondered what he had planned.
He kneed himself up until his rigid cock bumped into the top of her rounded belly. He then reached down and grabbed her hips, lifting her lower half until her crotch met his. He then deftly inserted himself into her ready hole, plunging in as far as he was able in one thrust. She gasped in surprise and pleasure as he did so.
Soon, his hips were driving him back and forth into her twelve-year-old twat as she mauled her own breasts and cried out in pleasure. This was the first time having sex that she didn’t have to restrain herself, so she let herself go. She spouted obscenities that she’d never said out loud before, begging him to fuck her and pound her and plunge his cock into her tween cunt. All her talk seemed to spur him on as he moved more rapidly all the time.
It was mere minutes into the act that Kaitlyn tipped over the edge the first time. Her pleasure spiked and her pussy pulsed rhythmically on his thrusting cock and her muscles all seemed to want to contract at once. Still, he kept thrusting, plowing into her channel and driving her straight back toward her next cum.
Her next arrived shortly thereafter, hitting her only a few minutes after her first. Her third came a couple minutes after that. But it was with her fourth that she noticed the difference.
Her fourth climax of the day coincided with his orgasm. He held himself inside her spilling his potent seed into her depths. Her orgasm crashed over her forcing her abdominal muscles to clench. But as the orgasm died down, the clenching did not. She was clenching hard, bearing down—pushing. And suddenly, she knew.
She was in labor. She was giving birth.
The birth was actually quite easy. She’d have been terrified if he hadn’t been there, but she realized that that was why he had come. Her daughter was born in what seemed like a matter of a few minutes with the man’s cum coating her head. Kaitlyn was tired after the sex and her ordeal, but she still managed to laugh a bit at that.
In no time, it seemed, the man had everything cleaned up and the baby was wrapped in the other blanket, suckling at her mothers naked breast. Kaitlyn wasn’t producing milk, but the baby sucked anyway. He stood by, watching the young mother with her new daughter.
“What happens now?” she asked finally, looking up at him. She realized that she still didn’t know his name. Somehow, she knew it didn’t matter.
“That depends on you,” he replied.
“What do you mean?”
“Well,” he said, “what I mean is do you want to go back to the way you were before?”
“Before?” she asked. She thought she knew what he meant, but she wanted to be sure.
“You can go back to the way you were before that day in the park nine months ago,” he said. “You’ll be able to get dressed again and you won’t be constantly aroused anymore. But you won’t be fucking all those guys everyday. You also won’t remember any of it. To you, it’ll be just as though you led a normal life for the last nine months.”
She looked down at the baby sucking on her nipple.
“Or,” he continued, “you can stay as you are. No clothes. Always horny. Only able to satisfy yourself with a real cock. But you’ll have a never-ending supply of it all the time. You’ll also remember everything, including your baby girl.
“Either way,” he continued. “She has to come with me.”
“What?” Kaitlyn asked, shocked.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “It has to be that way.”
She frowned down at the innocent little girl in her arms.
“If you go back to the way you were, you won’t remember carrying her or giving birth. You and your family won’t know where she came from. If you stay as you are, then only you would notice her. Are you prepared to raise an infant daughter all by yourself? Would you be able to care for her while you’re in school and still getting fucked all day long?”
She wanted to argue. She wanted desperately to argue. But she knew he was right. In a moment of maturity far beyond her years, she pulled the girl away from her breast and handed her to the man. Her hand lingered on her daughter for a moment, but then she pulled away.
“I know it’s hard and you want to be there for her, but it just can’t happen.”
She nodded with downcast eyes.
“So,” he said after a time. “Have you decided?”
There was a moment where she gave no indication that she’d heard him. Then she nodded.
“I want to stay like this,” she said.
He nodded at her choice and smiled at her. She looked up and smiled weakly back.
“Good choice,” he said. He then stood and collected the other blanket. “Well, time to be off,” he said. He’d taken no more than a half-dozen steps when her voice stopped him.
“Will you—” she began uncertainly. “Will you give me another baby?” she managed finally.
There was a piercing look in his eyes when he turned back to her, then his expression softened.
“If you like,” he answered.
She nodded and he smiled at her.
“After you’ve recovered a bit, I’ll find you.”
She smiled a genuine smile, and he returned it.
Then he turned at walked away.
A minute or so later, everything unfroze.
