The bigger boy, who they called Rod, told me that I was never to wear my bra or panties again in school because they would just get in the way.
By that time the lunch period was over so I walked dazedly to my next class. I was not able to concentrate in class at all. My nipples and pussy were so sensitive I could feel the slightest brush of the blouse on my nipples and cool air on my pussy.
When I went out in the hall Rod and some other boys were waiting for me. They put me in the center of their huddle and lifted my skirt to fondle my butt and pussy and squeeze my breasts till the warning bell rang to go to the last class. I went to the class humiliated and excited at the same time. But as I sat there with my pussy still tingling my conscience returned. I knew that I had no choice but I should not have enjoyed the experience and should have tried harder to hide from them.
I was sure they would be waiting for me after class so I asked the teacher if I could leave five minutes early to catch my bus to meet my parents. He agreed so I ran out of the school to catch a bus three blocks down to avoid seeing any of them.
On the bus I noticed a man staring at my breasts. I looked down and discovered my nipples were visible under the white blouse. That made me blush as I remembered the teacher in my last class had spent a lot of time looking at my chest. I grabbed my book-bag and held it in front of my breasts but it did not stop him from grinning at me so the rest of my trip was spent with me feeling embarrassed.
When I got home I felt horribly dirty so I spent a lot of time in a hot shower then used Mom's douche syringe to wash out my pussy over and over till I was sure it was totally clean.
I just could not go through an experience like that again especially with the guilt I felt for actually enjoying a portion of it.
Dad was late getting home and was mad because he had to fix a flat tire on the freeway with cars and trucks going by inches away. I kept getting more emotional as I listened to him and then burst into tears and told him I had been raped in school. About that time Mom came in and he told her to check me out while he called the school.
Mom had me take off my skirt and panties to lie on my back then spread the lips of my pussy to look at it and push in a cotton swab.
"Honey, if you have been raped there should be some of the boys cum in you. I can't find any."
I explained I had washed it with her douche since I felt horribly dirty.
"Well that douche syringe is as big as any boy's penis and with it totally clean you have destroyed any proof of rape the hospital could find."
She was most concerned about my bruised butt. "Did the boys beat your butt too?"
"No, That came from Daddy's spanking."
Dad walked in and I jerked the bedspread over me to hide my pussy.
Mom said, "She has given herself a douche which probably destroyed any evidence of rape for a hospital check and I don't think we should take her anyway."
She told me to turn over and then pulled off the bedspread to show him my butt while I moaned and blushed in embarrassment.
"Look at this. This is a result of your spanking. If we go to the hospital we might get in trouble for child abuse."
Dad said, "It won't be necessary anyway. I called the principal and he laughed at the charge. He said the janitor was a nice old man and that he knew the story was impossible because the janitor is impotent. He said the janitor asked him if their health plan would pay for a penile implant so he could satisfy his wife. In addition to that her story sounded familiar, Look at this."
He handed her a Man's magazine opened to the letters section. She read it then handed it to me. I could hardly believe the coincidence. A girl had written a letter very close to my experience except it was a coach and two football players and that she had thoroughly enjoyed the experience.
"Daddy! I didn't read this, and it isn't like my experience. She enjoyed it! Why would I make this up?"
"We all know why you would make it up. It isn't going to work and you are lucky your butt is already black and blue because if it wasn't I would make it that way."
They walked out of my room slamming my door leaving me devastated. My own parents didn't believe me and after some thought I realized the police wouldn't either. I imagined a trial where the principal was telling a jury that Jake was a sterling character while I had needed to be punished and then all the boy's denying they had touched me and making up stories about how desperately I wanted to get out of school. It had happened with Myrna so it could happen to me. I even imagined newspaper headlines saying, "DEPRAVED TEENAGER MAKES UP SEX STORY TO GET OUT OF SCHOOL."
I cried myself to sleep.
I woke up the next morning and took a shower then automatically put on my bra and panties. Suddenly I remembered Rod telling me I should not wear them at school and reluctantly took them off. I decided to make myself as un-sexy as possible by wearing a big baggy sweater and loose jeans.
I thought it had worked, during the morning class breaks the boys grinned at me but they didn't try to surround me as I hurried to the next class.
At noon they were waiting for me. They led me to the boiler room but I just quietly cried knowing it would not do any good to fight them. By the time I got to the door I had convinced myself that I should not feel guilty for anything that happened since I was being forced into it.
When we got inside there were two other boys with Jake. As soon as I saw them I began to sob.
I was placed in the center of the room then they gathered in front of me. Rod said, "Okay Baby, take off the clothes. Nice and slow."
This brought back the guilt! If they had pulled them off I could still maintain my innocence, by taking them off myself I seemed to be offering myself.
"No I won't!"
Rod just grinned and said, "Okay I'll help."
He stepped behind me and reached around to slowly slide my sweater up my flat stomach and then lifted my breasts as he slid it over them and then over my head and off my arms. Somehow it was better with him doing it and my breathing became deep and my breasts began to raise and fall while he slowly opened my jeans then pushed them down my legs to fall on the floor.
He took some metal handcuffs out of his pocket and locked my hands behind my back. This seemed to help me because it was not my fault I could not hide my breasts and pussy with my hands while they discussed my beautiful boobies and nice tight pussy.
They tired of talking about them and gathered around to feel my body and nibble on my nipples. I didn't want to get excited but I just couldn't help it. One of the boys held up a wet finger he had buried in my pussy and told them I was ready.
All five of them took turns fucking me in every position they could think of. To my utter shame I had one orgasm after another and worst of all they knew it. One of them said, "Hey! This bitch just keeps cumming forever."
When they had all had their turn Rod said, "You really get off on this stuff, Mona. When are you going to stop pretending we are forcing you to do it."
Down deep I knew he was right but I couldn't admit it.
"But you are forcing me! I would never do this if I had a choice."
"Yeah, right! If that fantasy makes you happy. Stick with it."
That made me feel guilty again so tears rolled out of my eyes as they watched me dress and walk out the door.