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											| Mammoth Cave (re-written) 
 Authors note:
 I ran across a  called Mammoth Cave way back when
 I first started reading erotic stories. I've searched
 and asked about the  but haven't had any luck
 finding it. I decided to re-write the  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
 wrenchman@earthlink.net
 
 
 My  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
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 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
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 is legal to have in your possession.
 A word about fantasy: My  are just that, a
 FANTASY! They might contain a thread of an
 childhood memory, or just be the brainchild of my
 fertile imagination.
 If you like to read  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  15 year  frowned into her mirror
 then snaked her hand into the front pocket of her cutoffs to
 retrieve her bright  lipstick. She laughed to herself when she
 "accidentally" elbowed the  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
 and  of all ages stopped what they were doing to stare when
 she walked by. Her small but well proportioned  were
 constrained only by the thin material of her favorite cut off tee
 shirt. She just loved the way her  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  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  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
 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
 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  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
 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  that had ever screwed her.
 "And screw me he certainly did!" She thought to herself,
 smiling at her  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  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  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  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  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  tainted semen oozing from her
 deflowered pussy.
 The biggest  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
 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  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  womanhood.
 Chelsea noticed the way her nubile  body affected the
 males around her. She learned to use her newfound power to get
 what she wanted.  her age and a little  proved almost
 too easy to manipulate.
 Chelsea's handsome  teacher was the first adult male to
 fall under her spell. Her  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  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  from her school stopped beside
 her wanting to give her a ride. Leaning on her elbows with her
 butt pointing directly at her  tormentor, she finally allowed
 the  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  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  titties!"
 She received a dirty look from the boy's  just before
 she drug the wide-eyed  away. After a while Chelsea noticed
 that the women and children were drifting ahead of her. The group
 of  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  gush
 from the excitement and wondered if there might soon be a wet
 spot in her crotch to show the  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  she wore was
 lifted away, exposing her nubile  breasts. She felt her
 slight 85-pound frame being lifted off the floor and carried to
 places unknown.
 The countless warnings Chelsea's  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  was although she could sense
 her captor's urgent needs, the hands were surprisingly gentle. It
 seemed that maybe each  around her was the  of a slutty
 acting daughter. They only wanted to finally relieve the sexual
 frustration built up as they witnessed their little  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  of
 semen exploded inside her cavities and rained upon her naked
 body. The poor  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
 
 
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