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Dany's Day
by Old Bill (address withheld)

***

A vain young female learns from being used and abused 
in a long day at the country club. (M+/f-teen, nc, rp, 
1st, orgy, mex)

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Dany refused to believe it, absolutely refused. Her 
mind simply could not comprehend what was happening to 
her. She knew her knees hurt because they were on the 
bare cement floor, and she was aware that her wrists 
were tied behind her and now they were looping the end 
of that rope around her ankles, but it all felt like a 
dream, a terrible dream. She gritted her teeth, trying 
to wake up.

She looked around at the scurrying men, not recognizing 
any of them, small men, small and dark men wearing some 
sort of filthy green uniforms, who spoke to each other 
in a language she did not understand, who insisted on 
calling her "Puta" when her name was not Puta at all, 
not anything like Puta. She shook her head from side to 
side, flailing her long and carefully coiffured blonde 
hair about her lovely face, getting it in her open 
mouth as she protested loudly. "Don't, don't!" she 
cried. "Stop this! Are you crazy?"

A rough hand reached between her breasts, its owner's 
face leering a few inches from hers, and then he ripped 
open her brand new Maria S tennis dress, just ripped it 
right open, down to the waistband, the narrow straps 
cutting into her shoulders before they tore free. She 
could not believe it. It had cost $400, and it was 
brand new. Until today only her father had seen it, 
seen it when she gave him the bill and let him peel it 
off of her so her could suck her nipples. He could make 
her wet suck sucking her tits. They both loved it. He 
had been doing it since she was twelve.

He had stroked her upper leg while he did it, all the 
way up to her buttocks, and she knew that he wanted to 
fuck her, but she just smiled at him and twisted away 
when both her nipples were hard and fully erect, 
dripping with his saliva. Nobody was going to fuck her, 
ever, absolutely nobody. It was vulgar, disgusting, 
foul and common. 

The boys she let play with her ripe body all knew the 
rules; no fingers in the pussy; it was sacred ground, 
absolutely off limits, and the anus, well, of course, 
that went without saying although one or two young men 
had kissed her in that sensitive area after they had 
licked her tiny clit and brought forth squeals of 
pleasure. Girls' tongues, well that was a different 
matter altogether, tongues could not do any damage and 
they felt so good. 

Lots of young, female tongues had pried open her tender 
lips and tasted her juices, even explored her tiny, 
soft opening, the gate of her virginity. Often she 
could come a half-dozen times in less than an hour, a 
series of minor orgasms that left her gasping in 
pleasure, squealing for more with a girl in her arms. 
Boys were so smelly, and hairy, and rough, crude, nasty 
although she did enjoy having a crew cut head trapped 
between her thighs if his tongue was long enough.

But now this foul smelling little man with the yellow 
teeth was ripping her pretty new dress all the way off 
her lithe body and grinning at her as he mauled her 
full breast with his left hand, twisting and kneading. 
And he had a knife in his other hand, a knife whose 
blade had jumped from the handle with a metallic hiss, 
and he was holding the blade right before her eyes and 
saying something she did not understand while he 
twisted a tender nipple, stretching it out as Gloria 
had sometimes done with her teeth. It was such an 
interesting hurt.

Dany was a first class pain in the ass and she knew it. 
She cultivated the image of a spoiled, egotistical 
brat, a willful and impolite adolescent who demanded 
her way and sulked and moaned when she did not get it, 
a beautiful bitch. She was rude to friends and 
strangers alike; never thanked anyone and expected all 
to do her bidding. Now, she slowly became aware, she 
was in trouble. These people not only did not know who 
she was; they didn't care. But, of course, it was a 
dream, wasn't it? She felt a calloused hand snake down 
her taut belly and reach inside her panties. "No, no," 
she gasped. "Not there!"

She shook her head and sobbed, "No, No." The words rang 
in her head just as if she were awake, as if she could 
hear echoes. The man nodded, said, "Si, si," and sliced 
her white tennis pants and lacy underpants at the hips, 
her lean hips, left and right, and then grasped her 
underclothes and tossed them aside. And the panties 
were almost new, from Vickie's and very pretty, very 
lacy. She tried to remember what they had cost. She did 
recall that she had maxed out her Visa card again.

Dany was almost six feet tall and her shapely legs were 
more than a yard long. Her butt was high and rounded, 
but her hips were still rather boyish. She weighed 
about 135 and still carried some baby fat, but her rack 
was, as she knew, prime, a pair of ripe melons that 
stood high and firm on her chest, in no need of 
support, their nipples and areoles small and pink and 
very sensitive, luscious handfuls with tips she found 
she could suck herself with little effort. Her jugs 
were not quite globular and they arched up beautifully, 
their tits pointed just slightly away from each other, 
perfectly proportionate to her big frame and wide 
shoulders.

It was not the first time she had dreamed of being 
naked; now she was sure it was a dream, a nightmare in 
fact. She was proud of her young body, very proud, and 
she knew than men and boys looked at her and longed to 
see her unclothed, dreamed of stripping her; she knew 
that even when she was awake, and she just loved 
looking at herself in her tall mirror, looking and 
feeling, looking and stroking, peeling off her garments 
slowly, looking and coming, pinching and climaxing, 
dropping to her knees with gasps of pure pleasure as 
stultifying orgasms swept over her, looking into the 
mirror at her dangling gourds with their distended 
crowns, her mouth open wide, her skin pink with lust, 
her pussy seething and dripping. 

When she strode into a room, placed one foot right 
before the other, rolling her hips slightly, she knew 
they were looking at her, but now she could feel the 
rough nylon rope tightening around her ankles and her 
hands were being pulled back toward her feet, arching 
her ripe body, her naked body, her very vulnerable 
body. This wasn't fair; this wasn't funny. She was 
frightened and wished she could wake up. She recalled 
playing tie-up games when she was much younger, but 
this was no game, and now someone was tickling her 
pussy, prying her open.

The sweating man standing before her grasped her chin, 
squeezed her cheeks and kissed her mouth roughly, 
gnawing at her lower lip as he fingered her tight-
lipped slot. She had never been kissed like that, 
never, and she had kissed a lot of men and boys and 
even tongued a few, but her mouth had never been 
bruised and twisted like this. 

She tried to pull away, but his fingers dug into her 
face and his thick tongue explored her mouth while his 
free hand pawed at her pert breasts, smacking them back 
and forth gently, teasingly. His lips were cracked and 
blistered, and he was very forceful, very brutal. Her 
blue eyes stayed open and the long lashes fluttered, 
astonished at what was happening, looking right into 
the dark eyes of her crude assailant. The man smiled; 
he actually smiled.

Dany had driven to the club in her new silver R8, a 
$100,000 car given to her on her 16th birthday by her 
doting grandmother. She had skidded a bit coming into 
the long drive and slid to a halt at the entrance, 
leaving the door open for the valet parker, a hurrying 
young man she barely noticed. She ignored the ticket he 
held out, grabbed her tennis racket and ran toward the 
courts, late as usual, eager to fascinate her doubles 
partner with her new and very sexy dress, sure he would 
fall in love with her; all of them did, eager for his 
attention, his adoration, his desires. 

As she trotted past the stuccoed equipment shed, 
someone had grabbed her, and now here she was on her 
knees in a dank, dark room that smelled of oil and 
gasoline, naked except for her white shoes, her hands 
and feet roped together and a rough looking man 
standing before her unbuckling his wide belt. 

She could smell him, and she was somehow aware that 
there were several other men nearby, men who laughed 
and said words she did not know. She could feel her 
heart beating rapidly. His soiled trousers slid down 
his hairy legs, and she closed her eyes and tried to 
faint, a ploy that sometimes worked.

"Abrir, Puta," said the grinning man standing before 
her with his wide cock in his hand, s fierce looking 
snake. She blinked at him, still tasting his vile kiss, 
and he slapped her face with his male member, back and 
forth twice, jarring her for his blood-filled manhood 
had become very hard, both long and hard, its head 
looking as big as her fist. 

No one had ever struck her, in her whole pampered life, 
not once. She had never been touched violently, never 
spanked, never switched, never slapped. Tears sprang to 
her eyes and she cried out in protest as the man tried 
to pry open her lips with his cockhead. She made a 
mistake by crying out.

The smiling greens-keeper stuffed his hardened penis in 
her soft mouth, felt her tongue on his cockhead and 
said, "Chupa!" in a commanding tone as he dug both 
hands into her blonde curls. He pushed deeper and the 
girl gagged as she felt his churning balls bounce off 
her chin and his cockhead rub the roof of her mouth.

Dany thought of the first time she had taken a penis 
into her mouth and closed her eyes, snorting breath 
through her nose. She had crawled into her father and 
mother's bed early on a Saturday morning when she was 
barely twelve years old and his stiff cock had bumped 
into her bare thigh. She reached down and grasped it, 
knowing what it was at once and surprised by how hard 
and hot it was. She stroked it as she had several of 
her boy friends' much smaller penises, excited, eager 
to learn, feeling a mix of fear and lust, his pulse in 
her fingers.

"Gently," he had whispered, raking back her silken hair 
and kissing her forehead. "Gently." And she had 
snuggled down under the covers and licked his glans and 
then sucked the fat head into her mouth. She had heard 
her father moan, and then he pulled her away from his 
jumping prick, hugged her to him, kissed her softly and 
whispered, "Get back in your own bed." 

Her mother had turned over, and she tiptoed away. But 
she never forgot. And the next time she sucked him, he 
had come to her bed. After that he came often. It was 
their secret, one hand on the shaft and the other on 
the scrotum, then the shaft between her puckered lips, 
moving in and out, head bobbing, sucking and sucking, 
his hand stroking her hair, his praise pouring over 
her.

By the time she slipped into that big bed and briefly 
mouthed her father's member some four years ago, she 
had handled several adolescent penises and had turned 
down numerous requests for cocksucking, so she knew 
what was desired. After feeling her father's big male 
member in her mouth, she decided that she would try a 
few boys and see if she liked it. She talked to her 
best friends, two stylish young girls both of whom had 
been into felatio for some time. They told her to 
practice with a carrot or a banana. They were a year 
older and much more worldly. Both hated her secretly, 
despised her and spread rumors about her behavior.

Now the man standing before her had his hand tangled in 
her golden hair and was holding her face to his hairy 
groin and fucking her mouth, jabbing his stiff ram into 
her over and over, in and out between her ovaled lips, 
grunting and gasping for breath, hurting her tongue and 
soft pallet, his other hand at her neck, thumb right 
under her chin. She could feel his hard scrotum vibrate 
as it pushed against her face. 

Suddenly his rigid member jumped and ejaculated, 
spurting gobs of thick semen into her mouth and throat. 
She tried to back away and scream, shocked. No boy had 
ever done that, had ever dared to do that. Then he 
stepped back, snorting and dragging a string of sticky 
slime from her lips. He wiped his fat penis in her 
long, blonde locks, breathing hard, his stomach muscles 
contracting, and then he pushed down his slimy cock and 
pulled up his dirty pants. 

"Ah," he cried, "bueno, bueno. Miguel, prisa." 

Dany gagged and spat, having swallowed much of the 
man's semen but still feeling the sticky remains in her 
mouth, and then someone yanked on her hair, forcing her 
to look up and there was another cock right before her 
eyes, an even bigger one with roped veins on the shaft, 
a big pearl of juice on its pebbled head. This was a 
terrible dream; it even tasted bad. She sucked, sucked 
and swallowed, sucked and felt her vagina tremble and 
lubricate. Wake up, wake up she tried to demand as she 
gagged and choked.

While Dany was sucking the greens-keepers and the mower 
men, one of the younger caddies made a sign, a small 
sign that was tacked to the side door of the equipment 
shed. The sign said, "Blowjobs $5." 

About an hour later the caddy master heard about Dany 
after the men who had captured her were satisfied and 
had gone about their jobs, smiling and thoroughly 
spent, heading for places on the back nine where they 
could nap, having rented the girl's mouth to some of 
the younger caddies and pocketed a few fives. The eager 
caddy-master tore down the sign, cut her feet free and 
brought her stumbling to his small starter's cottage 
and tied her again, this time on a folding chair in the 
small back room where he worked on damaged golf clubs, 
with her legs spread widely apart and her bound hands 
roped to the lower rung behind her and the nylon rope 
looped up about her thin neck. 

Dany kept her groin neatly shaved so she could wear her 
new bikinis; the ones that made her mother blush and 
her boyfriends drool. Now her whole pudenda, her 
smoothly bulging but immature mons was on display, 
pushed out and bared for all to see and admire, admire 
and savor, savor and defile.

The caddy-master dropped his trousers and knelt before 
her, pleased with the way he had posed her, her young 
breasts thrust up and out, head held back and her cleft 
pussy poised on the front edge of the chair, the lips 
spread open because her knees were now tied to the 
sides, legs bent back. Her vagina looked unused to him, 
pink and inviting. He took a deep breath and smiled, 
licking his lips. She was not his first virgin, but she 
was perhaps the ripest.

"No, please," she begged, looking up at the cobwebbed 
ceiling, now almost sure this was not a dream because 
she still had her tennis shoes on, for some reason that 
seemed so real when the rest of what had happened was 
so unreal, so awful, so unbelievable. The man grasped 
and twisted her pale breasts with both hands as he came 
closer on his knees, pinching out her small nipples, 
his hard cock rearing up toward the girl's belly as he 
rocked the chair back a bit. "Don't, don't," she cried, 
recognizing the man now, knowing she knew him, that she 
had spoken to him, that he was somebody whose name she 
might even know, someone she had probably insulted or 
slighted. 

"Please,' she sobbed as she felt him slide the head of 
his hard prick up and down her stretched labia, poking 
at the tiny nub her girl friends loved to suck and 
lick, exciting her against her will, making her tremble 
in anticipation, her vulva quivering, her inner lips 
wriggling, terror in her heart, bile in her mouth, 
interior lubricants flowing. She suddenly thought of 
it. "Please don't, Mr. Baconfield, I'm a virgin. Please 
don't do it. Please, Daddy will pay you. Don't. Don't!"

The smiling man grasped her buttocks with both hands 
and drove all six inches of his stiff cock up into her 
virgin channel with a grunt of effort, cleaving her, 
ripping her open and stretching her thoroughly, jolting 
her jugs to and fro and pressing their pubic areas 
together. Her hymen was long gone, spread on an English 
saddle, but she was very tight and her flesh clung 
together and resisted penetration. 

Baconfield cried out in triumph and pleasure, his 
throbbing ram buried in adolescent flesh, flesh that 
quivered and rippled, flesh that squeezed his horn and 
tried to expel it, flesh that throbbed with life. He 
pressed deeper, his testicles clamped to the base of 
his hard penis and buried in the girl's groin, hard as 
golf balls, pulsing and throbbing.

"Ah," was all Dany managed to gasp, shocked and hurt as 
she was deflowered, a rope about her neck, defiled was 
the word ran through her brain, defiled, ruined, 
soiled. Disbelieving and angry, she writhed and tried 
to dislodge him, thrusting with her pelvis. Her young 
body quickly climaxed as he ground them together, a 
sensation she had only felt alone or with girls before. 
She groaned and sobbed, feeling herself becoming 
aroused with each terrifying thrust that turned in her 
nether lips and rubbed her aroused clit. 

It was incomprehensible: she could actually feel his 
thick ram inside her, probing and jumping. The front 
legs of the chair came right off the floor when he 
impaled her, pushing the top of her head against the 
wall. It was both embarrassing and wonderful. Her hips 
began moving, pelvic thrusts to match the rapist's 
action. Her body demanded more. She gasped out a 
warbling and wordless cry.

"Damn," he grunted as he recoiled, "damn if you 
weren't. Sorry about that Miss Snooty-pants." He rammed 
again and again, smashing their bellies together, 
burying her engorged clit in his pubic hair. "But if 
ever a bitch deserved this, you do." He squeezed her 
butt, backed off and penetrated even harder, bringing a 
squeal from her lips as their pubic bones clashed and 
rubbed together and his glans reached toward her 
undefiled uterus. She came again, shuddering, eyes 
closed, mouth open, vagina spasming, juices flowing, 
clitoris aroused, too excited to be embarrassed.

The girl whimpered, her dreams ruined, her body 
sullied, her precious virginity gone, her blood 
pounding, her belly rippling, orgasms mounting. She 
could feel the man's blunt fingers digging into her 
firm buttocks as he raped her and thought of her best 
friend, Kimberly, who had told her of her rape, of 
being taken by her brother and his two friends down in 
her basement playroom. She had not believed it, not 
believed that she had enjoyed it, but now she did. She 
was excited, hurt but eager for more. She clamped shut 
her jaws to keep from begging for more, for harder, for 
deeper, for faster.

She and her friend with the talented fingers had been 
lying together on the leather sofa down there in that 
fancy playroom, bare as babies, tongues busy in each 
other's seething pussies, when Kim said, "My brother 
did it to me right here, right on this sofa."

"Did what?" she had asked after a chilly wave of 
pleasure had washed through her. The young girl was 
multi-orgasmic, easily brought to and kept at a crest 
of passion. Some mornings she came three times while 
taking a shower and washing her hair, and her father 
always brought to a crest of pleasure at least twice 
when he caressed her hot body and sucked her young 
tits.

"Fucked me. He got me drunk and then he did it to me 
and when he was done, these two other guys, boys that 
go to his school, they did it to me too. And one of 
them was huge, I mean really big." She nipped at Dany's 
clit.

"Your brother?" Dany had asked after she gasped. She 
had flirted with her brother, a handsome young man away 
at some prep school. "Your brother put his thing in 
you?"

Kim had nodded and sniffed. "It really hurt too. I mean 
at first, but by the time he did it to me again, I had 
gotten used to it. Now we do it very time he comes home 
from school." She rolled her tongue into her friend's 
snatch and licked upwards. She had told her brother 
that Dany was ripe for plucking, urged him to seduce 
her.

Baconfield, the long-time assistant pro and caddy-
master, a man who had given the proud girl several golf 
lessons, slowed his pace as he bent forward to lick her 
jutting breasts, hoping to enjoy the youngster impaled 
on his rigid ram at some length, but her tightness 
stimulated him quickly, and he soon felt his balls 
churning and knew he was going to come. He smacked her 
butt loudly, thrust as hard at he could, held it deep 
until it jerked and exploded and then rammed two or 
three more times as he ejaculated deep in her, 
squishing out his spend as his cockhead butted her 
cervix. The girl sagged on the chair, mewling, feeling 
hornier than she ever had.

He grasped her shoulder, got to his feet and offered 
her lips his soggy cock. Her head was bent back and her 
hair nearly reached the floor. She shook her head from 
side to side and moaned. He pulled up his pants, 
stepped to his desk and got a heavy metal clip from 
some invoices and smiled at he put it on her cute 
little nose. When her mouth opened, in went his sagging 
penis. "Clean it, bitch. Do a good job." 

Since her head was titled back, he had easy access to 
her throat and found pleasure in the clasping movement 
of her gullet on his cock head. Dany feared she was be 
asphyxiated, choked to death, and did her very best to 
please the man, licking and sucking, grazing him with 
her lower teeth, a trick some of the boys loved as she 
made her lips sooth and love his blood-hot shaft.

The assistant pro let his favorite caddies and a few of 
the members who tipped well and regularly use Dany's 
mouth and quim for the rest of the morning, often two 
at a time. He enjoyed hearing her gasp and moan and got 
pleasure from listening to young flesh smacking lustily 
together. After he had his lunch, he fucked her again 
and then drove his well-satisfied spear almost straight 
down into her throat with her sore nose between his 
aching balls and spurted again, untied her, trying to 
ignore the gobs of thick fluids on her face and belly, 
on her thighs and in her hair, put one of the club's t-
shirt on her bruised body and walked her to the 
kitchen. 

The cooks and waiters and clean-up staff were very 
happy to see her. They tied her, bent over but 
standing, at the rinse table and took turns on her from 
behind having spread her feet painfully wide. The 
caddy-master came for her about two-thirty and took her 
to the men's bar after hosing her off and putting a new 
t-shirt on her lush body and blindfolding her. They 
tied her on her knees in one of the big leather chairs 
and the members fucked her until her pussy was so loose 
and soggy that it was no longer pleasurable, the labia 
flapping. 

Then she was sodomized, and Dany really screeched the 
first time one of the older men penetrated her 
sphincter and violated her colon, one of the few times 
that day that a condom was being used. They shut her up 
by double-teaming her with one man in her mouth while 
another used her ass. That was wonderfully exciting to 
the battered girl, feeling two grown men in her at 
once, moving back and forth as they thrust and 
recoiled. Another orgasm swelled within her, and she 
whimpered gratefully, an emotion she had seldom felt. 
She stiffened when she came, shaking all over.

As the sun began setting, she was walked up to the 
parking lot with her blindfold removed and given to the 
men and boys who parked the cars and handled the 
members' golf bags when they arrived. They laid the 
girl out on a grassy strip and took turns on her 
between fetching automobiles, several of them tit-
fucked her because her vulva was so fat and soggy. 
Several times when one of the boys was atop her, Dany 
wrapped her long legs about him as he bounced her off 
the grass.

When they were spent, one of them sat beside her 
heaving body, pawing her luscious breasts, admiring the 
strands of his cum now decorating her chest and neck 
and remembered which was her car. He fetched the sleek 
R8, helped her get seated and belted in, pawed her jugs 
one more time and then watched her drive away.

No one was home when Dany got there, so she managed to 
get herself up to her bathroom and sat in a tub of hot 
water for a while and then showered and washed her hair 
twice, trying to figure out how many different men had 
used her and how many times she had come. At least a 
hundred men and boys she was sure. Her labia and thighs 
were sore and bruised, her anus felt as if it had been 
set on fire, her breasts were covered with bites and 
her nipples were distended. She rubbed A&D on her sore 
places including her outer labia and looked at herself 
in the bathroom mirror. Her lips were puffy, but 
otherwise she looked OK. 

She smiled at herself and licked her lips, thinking of 
how many cocks they had savored. She went down to the 
kitchen and got a plastic bag filled with ice. At her 
dresser she started working on restoring her makeup 
with the ice bag between her legs, deciding that she 
had climaxed at least a dozen times and feeling the 
need of at least one more orgasm. 

Mentally she decided that there were few young women 
who could have done what she did and felt oddly proud 
of herself. She heard the doorbell and knew who it was 
so she wrapped a big towel about her bruised body and 
hurried down to let Billy in.

This was, she decided, going to be his lucky night.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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