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MammothCave

Mammoth Cave (re-written)

Authors note:

I ran across a tale called Mammoth Cave way back when

I first started reading erotic stories. I've searched

and asked about the story but haven't had any luck

finding it. I decided to re-write the tale from fond

memory. I wish I could give the original author

credit, but I haven't the faintest recollection who

it was.



{m/f, MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM/f. revenge/tease/forced

gangbang}



By Typoman

Edited by

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Larry Sanderson

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My stories contain graphic descriptions of sexual

encounters.

Various ages from adult to children may be described

in sexual acts, either willing or coerced. If you are

not of legal age to read or adult material, close

this file. If you are offended, or even think that

you might be offended by reading material such as

this then go find something else to read.

By continuing to read this material, you have agreed

that you are of legal age and material such as this

is legal to have in your possession.

A word about fantasy: My stories are just that, a

FANTASY! They might contain a thread of an old

childhood memory, or just be the brainchild of my

fertile imagination.

If you like to read stories like mine then more power

to you! However, if you find yourself seriously

contemplating abusing an innocent minor, then go seek

help. Our children are our future. Don’t start (or

continue) the cycle of sexual abuse. Enough said, on

with the tale.























Chelsea reached into the back pocket of her skintight

cutoffs and fished out the little make up mirror to check herself

out. She was a hot little tease and she certainly knew it. The

little 4'10" 85 pound blonde 15 year old frowned into her mirror

then snaked her hand into the front pocket of her cutoffs to

retrieve her bright red lipstick. She laughed to herself when she

"accidentally" elbowed the man in the groin standing in line

behind her. She knew that the hard lump that her elbow met was an

erection, a direct result of her provocative dress and slutty

behavior.

Chelsea was proud of her body. She reveled in the way men

and boys of all ages stopped what they were doing to stare when

she walked by. Her small but well proportioned breasts were

constrained only by the thin material of her favorite cut off tee

shirt. She just loved the way her breasts jiggled as she walked

past the crowds of people at the mall, her favorite hang out.

Many hours were spent in front of the large full-length

mirror in her bedroom as she perfected that walk of hers. At

first her swaying butt looked just a little too "put on", but now

her walk was polished and perfected.

Her cutoffs came from an old pair of Levi's she had owned

ever since she was 12 years old. Now they are so tight and short

that she is forced to wear them without even the briefest of

panties or they would show. Chelsea even had to lie flat on her

back in order to get the snap closed. The rough seam that ran

from back to front always nestled in between the lips of her

cleanly shaven pussy lips. Whenever she bent over, the seam would

press and rub against her clit. There were times especially after

a long walk in her favorite cutoffs when the juice from her pussy

threatened to run down her legs.

Being satisfied with her lipstick, she managed to finally

get both pieces back into her pockets with a struggle. The man

behind her still had the same erection he had before as her elbow

once again found its target with practiced skill.

The line going into Mammoth Cave moved ahead a few feet. She

was close enough now to feel the cool air on her breasts that

came from the entrance. Her well-defined nipples came to

attention with the change in temperature. Quickly glancing down

she smiled inwardly at the way her well-washed tee shirt

conformed to the shape of her taut nipples, accentuating them

nicely.

Chelsea cocked her hip to one side in feigned impatience

from waiting in line. Her thoughts drifted back to the one and

only boy that had ever screwed her.

"And screw me he certainly did!" She thought to herself,

smiling at her revenge she waited two years to enjoy.

She was only 13 and oh so innocent when Todd, the 17 year

old neighbor from a few doors down finally noticed that she had a

crush on him. He took full advantage of her crush and innocence

when he talked her into sneaking out through her bedroom window

to meet him at the old playhouse in his back yard.

He wouldn't take no for an answer after they started

kissing. Chelsea didn't dare scream as he roughly pulled her

clothes off, then roughly shoved his finger up her hairless

virgin pussy. She remembered the way he laughed off her protests.

"If you don't want it then how come your pussy is soaking

wet!"

Todd roughly forced his cock through her maidenhead, only

seeking to quench his own lust. It was all over with before

Chelsea fully understood what was happening. Todd groaned and

spunked into her pussy after only a few full thrusts. After that

he stood up and buckled his pants, leering over his conquest.

That however was not the biggest hurt she felt. It wasn't

the fact that he left her there on the dirt floor alone and

crying, struggling to dress herself in the dark. It wasn't the

revulsion she felt, seeing the red tainted semen oozing from her

deflowered pussy.

The biggest hurt came three days later when she knocked on

his door. Even though he treated her badly, forcing himself upon

her that night in his little sister's playhouse. Chelsea still

clung on to her childhood crush. She convinced herself to let him

do it again if she could be his girlfriend. No, the biggest hurt

came when Todd called her a little slut.

"I've already fucked you! Now you think I want to be seen

with a slut like you hanging around me?"

After warning her to never show her slutty face at his door

again he slammed it in her face.

It took a few months for Chelsea to get over the hurt of

betrayal and rejection she felt. Todd had taken away her

childhood innocence. His selfishness brought about the Chelsea of

today. The almost boyish body that Todd had ravished started to

sprout into young womanhood.

Chelsea noticed the way her nubile young body affected the

males around her. She learned to use her newfound power to get

what she wanted. boys her age and a little older proved almost

too easy to manipulate.

Chelsea's handsome young teacher was the first adult male to

fall under her spell. Her father proved to be a little more

difficult, blatant sexual persuasion only brought out his

stubborn streak. Her daddy was a sucker for the long flannel

nightgown hugs he received after giving in to her wishes.

Two years later Todd came out of his house as she strutted

down the sidewalk in front of his house. She was on her way to

the mall, only a short walk away. Todd had to call to Chelsea

twice before she stopped and turned, almost laughing at the way

he hurried over to where she waited. The all too familiar lust

was in his eyes as he tried to talk his way back into her heart.

The tables had turned completely around. Chelsea wondered what

had ever attracted her to the loser in the Macdonald's uniform

standing nervously in front of her.

"Seems to me you only lasted about three strokes before you

lost it Todd."

Chelsea snickered, as she looked him over. "Wow you're a

real prize aren't you! A needle dicked boy with premature

ejaculation, just what I've always wanted! That Macdonald's

uniform really gets me hot too! How much are you making now Todd,

20 cents above minimum wage? GET LOST LOSER!"

Just then a carload of boys from her school stopped beside

her wanting to give her a ride. Leaning on her elbows with her

butt pointing directly at her old tormentor, she finally allowed

the boys to talk her into climbing into their car.

Chelsea was shaken out of her reverie when the line leading

into Mammoth Cave finally started moving in earnest. Even the

forest ranger that would be their guide got flustered when she

played with his tie before strutting by. With the memory of her

revenge fresh in her mind Chelsea played her part to the fullest.

Once inside, her nipples proudly announced the temperature

change to the other tourists. A boy of about 8 turned around as

Chelsea stood behind him. His eyes bugged out at the view his

short stature allowed. He pulled on his mother's dress to get her

attention.

"Mommy, I can see that girls titties!"

She received a dirty look from the boy's mother just before

she drug the wide-eyed boy away. After a while Chelsea noticed

that the women and children were drifting ahead of her. The group

of men stayed behind and quietly looked on with lust filled eyes

when she paused to ask the flustered ranger a question or bent

over a railing to look over the side. She felt her pussy gush

from the excitement and wondered if there might soon be a wet

spot in her crotch to show the men after a while.

Chelsea told herself, "It's a good thing I learned that

there's safety in numbers." She knew that as long as she stayed

with the group she would be safe among this pack of hungry

wolves.

All of a sudden the lights went out. Chelsea and her group

were plunged into total darkness. A hand from behind covered

Chelsea's mouth before she could scream. The only sounds to be

heard were her struggles and muffled protests and the shuffles of

approaching shoes.

In the complete darkness, hands from every direction fondled

every part of her body. The flimsy cut off tee shirt she wore was

lifted away, exposing her nubile young breasts. She felt her

slight 85-pound frame being lifted off the floor and carried to

places unknown.

The countless warnings Chelsea's father had given her about

the way she dressed and acted echoed in her mind. She knew that

she was totally helpless at the hands of these men. It was time

to pay the piper.

The multitude of hands in the pitch black of the cave acted

as if they were commanded by a single mind. Fingers worked their

way under the tight shorts, a button coming free, zipper worked

down. What surprised the poor girl was although she could sense

her captor's urgent needs, the hands were surprisingly gentle. It

seemed that maybe each man around her was the father of a slutty

acting daughter. They only wanted to finally relieve the sexual

frustration built up as they witnessed their little girls grow

into womanhood. Yes, she remembered the faces around her before

the lights went off. They were eerily similar to her daddy's

expression she'd seen so many times before. The look of lust and

disapproval battling with each other for supremacy of action.

In mere minutes Chelsea was stripped naked then spread out

on the cold stone floor. Pairs of hands each took their turn

exploring the charms Chelsea's lewdly splayed apart body had to

offer.

Chelsea felt herself being lifted off the cold stone floor.

She writhed in unexpected pleasure as multiple tongues probed and

licked every body part and orifice her 15-year-old body had to

offer. Even her toes were nibbled and licked. No longer gagged,

Chelsea cried out the release of her first non-self induced

orgasm. Her hands clenched around blue steel erections pumping up

and down on their own volition. All three holes were fucked

mercilessly, time and time again. Time stood still as loads of

semen exploded inside her cavities and rained upon her naked

body. The poor girl lost count of the number of orgasm's she

experienced.

The lights were back on when Chelsea awoke. She was alone

and shivering, lying there naked on the floor. One of her

tormentors must have felt guilty and draped his jacket over her.

She eventually sat up and took stock of her situation, hugging

the jacket around her. A pool of semen formed under her as it

seeped out of her lower cavities. Her hair was matted and caked

with dried semen. Almost every part of her body glittered with

the flaky left over traces of the sperm that had coated it. On

Shaky feet she stood and found her clothing strewn about the

area. Amazingly not a single piece was torn. She winced at the

soreness between her legs while struggling into her clothing. The

next group of tourists eyed Chelsea suspiciously as she passed

them, traveling in the opposite direction. Fortunately her

donated jacket covered her body and hung almost to her knees. The

thrill of playing the little slut had worn itself away.

Eventually made her way out of the cavern. She had hitch

hiked out to the Mammoth cave and certainly didn't want to risk

hitch hiking back home. In the pocket of her new jacket was a

quarter.

Walking to the pay phone in the gift shop, she called the

only person she could trust.

"Daddy? It's me. I'm so sorry for the way I've been acting

lately! Daddy? I've gotten myself in a jam, can you come and get

me?"

THE END