Chapter 1

I was 15 and a freshman in Johnson High School in Houston Texas. I was fairly popular and had many friends, including a boyfriend, Terry Adams. We had been going out for a few months and he was a sophomore and 16. Terry was the running back on the Junior varsity football team and all of my friends were jealous that he was seeing me. All except Becky.

My good friend, Becky Stewart had been having sexy with different boys, and even some men since she was 12. One day after school a group of older boys, mostly 14 year old raped her while some of our boy and girl classmates watched, took pictures and videos. It only took a few days for everyone in school to see them. One of the girls who were there sent it to my phone and I didn’t even know the girl. I should be embarrassed that I had watched it dozens of time.

The rape started with a large group of boys and girls teasing her because her nipples could be seen through her white blouse. They were pushing her around and someone grabbed her blouse and It seemed like it was an accident that they tore it open showing her little mounds. Then it just got crazy and some of the girls were actually the ones who striped her. Then with the girls holding her down, one after another, 6 different boys fucked her and all came in her pussy. Everyone was cheering and calling her names. It finally ended when one of the guys, James, pissed all over her from her head to her pussy. Then no one wanted to fuck her after that and they left her on the ground nude, leaving just her jeans.

She was at school the next day and everyone knew and were staying away from her, so I went and sat with her at lunch. I asked her how she got home with no top. She said she covered her chest with her books and walked home. She told me that by the time she got home, she had dozens of pictures and videos of the rape on her phone and in her e-mail. But the strange thing was when I asked her why she didn’t call the police, she simply said: “I liked it too much.”

It was several days later when I saw James, the boy that had pissed on her, escort her into the boys bathroom before school started. Within 10 minutes, pictures started popping up on my and everyone’s phone in school of all the different guys fucking her. This became a daily ritual, one which she seemed to enjoy and eagerly participate in. One day in Mr. Webber’s English class when he was called to the office, several boys coaxed her into raising her skirt and showing the class her pussy and ass. The weird part was I was actually jealous of the attention she got.

Predictably, in about 2 months, Becky was pregnant and had to tell her dad. She told me that he wasn’t mad except for the money and said that she would have to pay him back. After that he sat up frequent “visits” with men he knew. So that started a daily ritual of fucking any boy or man that wanted her, without any regard to their age or race. We remained good friends and it didn’t bother me that she was known as the school slut, but I didn’t want the reputation that she had so wouldn’t let Terry do anything more than rub on my body. He often said that he wished I was more like her.

I guess part of me wished that too and she and I often talked about boys, sex and boys dicks. I guess she had made me wonder what I was missing but she understood why I wasn’t having sex. She did say that she enjoyed it and wasn’t sorry for anything she had done. Actually she had said she wasn’t sorry for “anyone” she had done. Becky was the one that taught me about masturbation and when we were younger, got naked and played with each other’s body. One Saturday afternoon, she had tried to get me to eat her by saying she still had Henry’s cum inside her and I should taste it. I wanted to but acted as if it really disgusted me.

Some weeks ago, Terry and I were making out on the couch after school. I was thinking about what Becky had said about a boy’s reaction when you touched his dick so; I guess out of curiosity, I just rubbed on his dick. I think it shocked him even more than it shocked me. I think he was already on hard, but he began to hunch my hand as we kissed, so I just undid his belt and jeans. And when I unzipped his jeans, he actually screamed. I think that convinced me that he was a virgin as I had suspected. I grabbed hold of his dick and, having nothing to compare it with, guess it was a pretty big dick.