Amy's Lost Innocence

Amy's lost innocence (nonconsent)

Hi, my name is Amy, and this is a story about how I lost my innocence. Well, actually, my virginity. I'm not sure I was ever innocent.

Growing up in rural Kentucky, I love the warm months. Warm weather meant I could be naughty and walk around wooded areas naked. Yes, naked. I know it is risky, and I know that I could get caught.

I love the feeling of being naked with the sun on my skin and the breeze on my flesh. By the end of summer, I have an even tan on my entire body. I always do this alone and have never spoken to even my closest friends about my activities.

When I first started doing this, I was nineteen years old. I would carry a drawstring bag with a book in it until I was safely in the wooded area on the edge of town. Then I would remove all of my clothes and place them in the bag.

I would then walk the small, seldom-used trails. I believe they are deer trails. I would walk deep into the woods until I came to a grassy knoll where I could see the lower open area. This gave me the feeling of being secure. I could see anyone approaching from below.

I loved this grassy area. I could sprawl out and tan myself while reading a book. I used my bag as a pillow. I would read a book and soak up the sun's warm rays.

One particular day, I heard voices as I was nearing the cut-off to the grassy area. I hid in the brush and watched as two guys from town walked down the trail. It scared and excited me to be only a few yards away from the guys while I was naked.

I could only imagine the look of surprise on their faces if they saw me naked. I would imagine their penises getting hard and sticking out like a handle on a pan. I would imagine them cornering me. They'd then tell me to service their hard cocks by sucking them until they came in my mouth, coating my tongue with their salty-sweet sperm.

Yes, I'm young, but I'm not stupid. My mom had "the talk" with me many years ago. I hate wearing clothing. It makes me feel restrained.

I'm almost twenty now and just started shaving the hair off my vaginal cleft. Anyhow, back to the pair of boys. Thinking of them catching me made my twat itch and get moist.

Without thinking about it, I rubbed my cleft and got a naughty little shiver from doing it. I could no longer hear the guys, so I got out from behind the bushes and headed to the clearing. As I neared the clearing, I heard voices again. I ducked down behind some thick brush and listened.

The voices were coming from the clearing. Damn, my place of solace has been found. I felt violated. As if it were my personal space. But I was naked, so I slowly crept up towards the clearing to see who it was.

It was Mike, my neighbor. And Cecil, a girl from town. Both were naked, and Cecil was sucking Mike's penis. Mike had his hand on her head as she bobbed up and down with his penis sliding in and out of her sucking mouth.

She had a nice pair of boobs; I wish mine were that size. They had dark, tight nipples, and she seemed as if she was enjoying giving Mike a blow job. I crept around the clearing slowly to see the action from all sides. Cecil had one hand on Mike's penis and the other buried in her vagina.

From my current angle, I could see her dark carpet of hair between her legs. She was furiously rubbing her vagina as Mike pushed her head down on his penis and moaned.

She was also moaning. She got up from sucking his penis and crawled up to lower herself down on his lap. I watched as she took his hard penis in her hand and lowered herself onto it. His penis was now up inside her vagina, and she was rocking and bouncing up and down on his hard rod.

God, watching them made my vagina itch like crazy. I was going out of my mind with feelings I had rarely felt before. I touched myself, and I was very moist. I slipped a finger into my slit and felt a shiver followed by more wetness. I bit my lip to stifle my moan.

I stopped in fear of alerting them to my spying. They were humping quickly now, both moaning. She collapsed on Mike as he lifted his ass off of the grass. She lifted off of him, and I saw his slick, wet, withering penis slip out of her vagina, followed by her vagina dripping his sperm.

I was actually still a bit naive, thinking at the time that she was smart because she wasn't lying down. I thought she could only get pregnant if she was laying down. After all, his sperm was dripping out of her.

They got up and dressed, then left the clearing. I knew I had to find a better place to sunbathe now. I walked further up the trail, looking for side paths that led to a clearing that appeared to be undisturbed. There were a few that had fire pits. These wouldn't do.

I needed seclusion. After all, I was naked. I did this for a few years, running into others having sex or walking through the woods as I hid in the bushes, scared and excited. I would make it to my secret spot and lie down while reading a romantic erotica novel.

I would often masturbate while imagining Mike fucking my virgin vagina. I now have a nice, clean, shaved vagina, and my boobies have grown to a 34 "B" cup size. Mom tells me I'm bigger than she was before getting pregnant with me.

I have now grown bolder. I left a weatherproof camo sack at my secret place with a blanket and book. I now strip completely near the edge of the woods and walk in naked, without clothes to put on in a hurry. I'm not too scared; I can run like a deer.

I ran cross country at school on the track team. I love the freedom and naughtiness I feel in my nakedness. I'm still a virgin, although I masturbate quite often. I heard that Mike got Cecil pregnant. I spied on them a few times. Often watching her sucking on Mike's cock as she fingered her cunt.

The last time I saw them, she had shaved all the hair off of her crotch and looked like I do now. Anyhow, they went at it about five times. Her cunt was a mess when he rolled off of her the last time with his cock dripping their mixed secretions.

I remember once, while I stroked my throbbing clit, I must have rustled some brush, because they quickly froze, got dressed, and left. Cecil wiped herself with a tissue and left it there. After they left, I went into the clearing and picked up the soaked tissue. I looked at it and sniffed it. The smell, or the act of smelling it, caused me to shiver.

I would often lie in my secret clearing and sunbathe. I would also doze off in the warmth of the sun's rays. I always checked the clearing before settling in to be sure nothing was disturbed, which would indicate someone had found my secret place.

I was enjoying the warm summer sun two days before my twentieth birthday. I was, of course, naked; my clothing is almost a half mile away behind some thickets and a rock. I dozed off, as I often do. But something wasn't right. I felt as though someone was watching.

I felt a touch, A light touch, a stroking of my nipple. I opened my eyes and was instantly frightened. Hovering over me was a man. A guy I recognized as Rick. He was nineteen. I scrambled to get away. He was quick to pin me down. I started yelling and cursing as I thrashed about trying to free myself.

He was laying on top of me and had a grip on my face as he leaned in to kiss me. His other hand was mauling my now thirty-four-inch "C"-cup boobs. His leg was between mine, and he forced his tongue into my mouth.

I was scared and out of breath. His kisses were forceful and urgent. I could feel him unsnap his trousers and lower his zipper. He wore no underwear. I felt his hard cock against my stomach.

I begged him to please leave me alone and get off of me. He said, "I have a lot of pictures of you." "Striping in the woods and walking about naked" "Pictures of you spying on others fucking while you play with your shaved cunt."

He continued, "Now I'm going to fuck you." "If not, I'm going to sell those pictures on the internet." "I'll also litter them all over town." He then scooted down and began thrusting upwards through my vaginal slit. I tried to push him away, and in my struggles, I raised my legs to get leverage in an attempt to get him off of me.

It worked! He rolled off of me as I scrambled to get up and run. He grabbed my ankle and pushed his cock into the cleft of my vagina as he crawled over me. The fear and excitement must have made me wet, because his cock glided into me, tearing my hymen and sinking into me.

He hissed, saying, "God damn, you're a fucking virgin." "I just popped your fucking cherry."

I screamed back, "Get off of me, you fucking asshole." "You're hurting me."

He grinned and said, "Fuck you, bitch." "You're a fucking naked slut in the woods."

He was right; I was, but that didn't mean I wanted to get fucked. I sobbed as he began rutting in me, pushing in and pulling out. Grunting and hissing as he did.

Something was happening to me. It was as if I was awakening. My vagina itched and felt like it was heating up. Like somewhere deep inside of me, a volcano was about to erupt. My breath was becoming labored, quick, and short.

I closed my eyes as I felt something powerful deep inside of me explode, then felt the warm gush as my mind went numb and I screamed in joy. I had my first deep orgasm. I climaxed stronger than I could ever have imagined.

Rick grunted, filling me with what felt like gallons of his sperm as his cock twitched inside of me. He then collapsed, trying to catch his breath. I begged him to get off of me. He said, "Don't try to run, bitch." "I'll distribute pictures of you stripping, hiding your clothes, and walking naked through the woods."

I cried, and he said, "Are you going to run?" "I'll post the pictures all over the internet."

I shook my head to indicate that I wouldn't. He rolled off of me, and I lay there sobbing. I was ruined, no longer a virgin, and fucked because I wasn't careful enough. I felt the air cool my crotch as the semen oozed out of my deflowered vagina. I looked over at him. At least he was handsome.

I looked down at his penis and thought, "At least he was well-equipped to do the job." Like I was experienced enough to know what well-equipped really meant.

I screamed at him, "What am I going to do if you get me pregnant?"

He looked over and said, "You can get a morning-after pill at the pharmacy without a script, and they cannot tell anyone about it."

I knew he was right. I lay there sobbing. My life had changed. I wanted this all along. I flirted with danger and got caught. I knew I had to get on birth control now. He's not going to let me go. I don't even want him to.

He asked me if I was going to continue walking in the woods naked. I replied, "Do you want me to?"

He responded, "Yes, do you?"

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