Aprovechándose de mi ninfomanía- preparatoria

Secondary school had ended, that entire stage had come to an end, saying I suffered would be lying to myself, however, I also can't say I enjoyed it, I only lived it and that's it. We moved so I didn't have to see or be with my previous abusers anymore, I started taking care of myself and psychologically treating, my psychiatrist was incredible and made a recommendation, which I'll never tell anyone, that I have nymphomania, keeping it as a secret just for me. And thus begins the prep stage.Despite my psychiatrist telling me to avoid attention-grabbing clothes to prevent lust in men and myself, the prep school uniform didn't help much. As I transitioned from high school to prep, my body continued to develop rapidly, my hips were widening, not just my thighs and buttocks getting bigger, I was also growing, measuring 1.70 at only 16-17 years old. Of course, boys of all ages would constantly flirt with me, even teachers, but I managed to resist the temptations and survive two years without giving in again. At least until my third and final year of prep, when a decision I made with innocent intentions ended my peaceful life once more. I had a friend who was the first person to talk to me and approach me during my first days at prep; he never flirted with me or overstepped his bounds, and we remained close for so long until after the first evaluations of our third year, when he faced many problems: his dad died, he had to start working to support his studies, his girlfriend left him, and he began to fail in school. I saw him stressed every day, even changed; I had no idea how to help him until one day, talking to a mutual friend of ours, someone jokingly recommended get her and take away the sadness from those ones. However, that comment kept ringing in my head all day and night, and I told it to my psychiatrist, who said it wasn't a good idea. But I couldn't shake it off, so a few days later, I invited my best friend over to my house for lunch to take his mind off things. As he told me everything that was going on, he almost started crying, and I couldn't help myself; I went to the bathroom, undressed, and entered the room, where he was clearly surprised, saying he didn't want abusing my trust that way and I didn't have to do this, but instead I approached him and sat on his lap, although he was telling me to get up, I could feel a bulge in his crotch clearly he was excited to have me like this, he kept denying it and to calm him down I said 'relax, I'm your best friend, if I can do anything to make you better I will, I'll tell you a secret, I have ninfomania, so this doesn't bother me at all, just relax and enjoy'. After saying that his attitude changed, he stopped complaining and only let me take control, it was the first time I had control in all my past sexual encounters, I was always submissive or someone else was taking advantage of me, they would treat me with force or take me too roughly, but this time I could play that role and it was so satisfying. Of course, I used all my experience to make him feel good, he had a medium-sized penis, not the best one I'd ever sucked but it was fine, we tried all positions and didn't let him come until I felt satisfied. I thought that day would change my sexual life, that I would finally enjoy sex, until everything went wrong again... The next day, my best friend and two friends of his from high school who I had never seen or known before said they were bored and asked if they could come to my house, I accepted and we went, since we arrived I noticed they were very insistent with me, they would get close, touch my legs, hug me from behind and I could feel them rubbing against my penis, one of them even tried to kiss me, I started to notice where things were going and started to comply, never by choice, only because I couldn't help it. One of them took a ruler that was among my things and measured the penises to see who had the biggest, I was about to refuse when I heard the comment 'sisi, and whoever has the biggest is' The first one to get himself caught in the nymphomaniac comment said by my best friend. The rest is history, they asked me to undress so they could stop, after measuring themselves they turned around to put it in according to who had the largest penis. Of course, while one of them was having sex with me, the others wouldn't stay quiet, they were fondling me or putting their penis in my face for me to suck it and as is custom one of them started recording. When finally everyone finished, the two strange boys left and my best friend stayed with me, while I could barely move due to pain and constant penetration he fell asleep on my bed. I took a bath before my parents from work arrived and woke up to go down to dinner with us, as if nothing had happened, still knowing that I was leaving his two friends to do whatever they wanted with me. Of course, the next day in class, my video of an orgy where the only one penetrated was me, already circulated throughout the prep school and it didn't take long for the eager ones to arrive. In school they called me the deflowerer because I started being used sexually to take away the virginity from all the idiots at the prep school, almost like a sexual initiation ritual that consisted of having sex with me and then you were ready to start your life sexually, they also called me farmer because I was in charge of blowing them off all the men at the prep school. Every day at the prep school was a martyrdom, the only different thing from my days was the penis being sucked or put inside me. Usually they used the projection room on the third floor, although it didn't have any projections due to practically using it to get rid of things like chairs and other stuff, but the only thing that was discarded there was me, not once did someone when finished with me bother to help me up or something like that, they just went, subjected me, came and left me lying down. The janitor Mike always behaved quite kindly towards me, in a occasion some boys covered my mouth and tied up my hands and feet, they finished it and left laughing as if nothing had happened, leaving me lying there unable to stand or ask for help, but then Mike entered the room asked if I was okay, untied me and gave me his sweatshirt, he always was the only one who picked me up, he would tell me not to worry and that he would take care of cleaning, that I would go back to class, he was always very kind. However, he was also a man. Already three months had passed since the constant abuses had started, I was more than tired, accustomed, they had become part of my daily routine. Besides, I only had to endure it for two more months which were the ones left until classes ended and I could leave prep. One day, I got out of the bathroom, and Mike approached me, told me if I could confess something, I naturally accepted, he told me that in his 34 years of life he had never had sex with anyone, he was a virgin, around my nickname he said it was very pretty and had a very beautiful body, he took my hands and told me that for him it would be a dream and honor to have sex with me. No one had ever asked me permission before taking me, they usually just did it without asking and that's all, only because of the good person he had always been with me, I accepted. He led me to the cleaning room under the stairs next to the locker rooms, where he slept and lived by school permission, although it was a very small room where barely fit an individual bed and a small table, the place was very dirty, the sheets were dirty and had strange stains, it smelled very bad and was very suffocating. Inside Mike tells me to sit down and serves me a glass of soda. Honestly, the only thing I wanted was to get this over with so I knelt in front of him, lowered his zipper and pulled out his penis, it was a horrible penis, had many marks and some rashes, like from some disease, its smell was horrible and its terrible size, however I was already there and couldn't deny it, so I put it in my mouth and only did what I always do. After two minutes of moving my tongue he came, his sperm was very bitter and too thick, it gave me a lot of disgust. I wanted to get rid of this quickly, so I lifted my skirt, adjusted my underwear and got on all fours on the bed so he could put it in me, and that's how it was, clearly only thinking and praying in my mind for him not to transmit any sexually transmitted disease. When he put it in me he told me it was incredible and that he wanted to leave it inside me for the rest of his life, however he came a few minutes after starting. I already had to go back to class so I got up and told him I had to leave, tried to open the door but couldn't, noticed I didn't have any strength in my body and was hearing everything with much echo, my vision became very blurry and I lost my balance falling to the floor because I was so dizzy, only could turn around to see Mike while he was taking off his shirt and pants completely, laughing out loud and looking at me with lustful eyes almost drooling, helped me get up and laid me down on the bed, and while he took off my uniform he said do you know who takes care of keeping the door so no one enters while they're raping you? Do you know who can wait that long for this, I had so many opportunities and yet waited only for you like this and now you'll be mine, just mine for all eternity Mike had drugged me, after those words I barely remember anything, like stains on a canvas, I remember him being on top of me, carrying me with his penis in my mouth, sometimes eating, other times preparing a drink and so many times. Most of the time when I woke up it was because of the commotion of the rape that was happening day and night without stopping. Clearly this wasn't something I knew, for me it had only been a few minutes, however Mike kept me drugged and trapped in that room for 4 days, 4 days during which he never stopped abusing From inside of me, it was running without stopping, not even letting me leave to bathe or eat once for the only one it was a flesh doll with a vagina that served for his sexual satisfaction. During those four days, my parents, the police and the entire school were searching for me nonstop until they found the security cameras and saw clearly how Mike took me to his room. When they found me, I was lying on the bed with my back up and body scattered, drugged with overdose, dirty and full of smegma everywhere and undernourished. It lasted in the hospital approximately one month and Mike was charged for rape. I would like to say that this was all in prep, however there is still another experience. The semester had ended and it was going to be our graduation, my class had planned and prepared a house with pool included to make a big party, my best friend Paola invited me. My parents didn't want to let me go because of everything that happened, but with the help of my psychiatrist we convinced them to let me go, at first I was hesitant, but when I was hospitalized I realized that I would keep crossing paths with this type of situations from which I simply wouldn't be able to escape, so I wasn't going to let that experience ruin my graduation and three years of prep, so I decided to go, the house was rented for the whole weekend so I got ready with my best bikini and went there.




I took my best three bathing suits. In my head I thought that if at least one person would screw me with my consent then I would have won, but I couldn't have been further from reality. Everything had flowed well, I was with my 36 salon companions, people with whom I had shared 3 years of my life, it was like being with brothers having fun, I was in the pool, we ate and played. During the night and with several cups on top, one of them got out of the pool started feeling me up from behind, I knew what he wanted so to avoid a big scene, I told him let's go to the back room of the house and don't tell anyone, he accepted and without anyone seeing us we went to get it there. Just as we arrived I put myself against the wall waiting for him to screw me but he asked me to suck him first so I did, I was like 20 minutes stuck on the floor while he sucked himself because the son of a slut wouldn't come, my legs were numb and red from the floor, when finally I got him to come in my mouth, he lifted me up and leaned me against the wall and started screwing me, every time he was about to come we changed positions, he did it approximately 6 times until I couldn't take it anymore and came inside my vagina, when I was about to leave he asked for another round and we repeated the process like 3 more times until he was totally sucked dry, when we finished finally I looked at my phone and had been 2 hours since we left, when I got back there were only about 12 companions left, most of them had already left, apparently I was the only one who told them that the house was for the whole weekend, when the other guy came back, I yelled to everyone that I had finally gotten screwed and asked 'who's next?' And so I became the sexual object of those 12 guys during the whole weekend, without stopping and not letting me sleep, each and every one of those guys who considered almost my brothers for 3 years were screwing me. The penis without stopping or showing a hint of pity, didn't matter to anyone if it could get pregnant, they came inside every way, didn't use condoms, sometimes I doubted whether they even knew what it was, in fact I swear that the last time I saw 12 people and some who entered and left the fifth. Of course, I closed with a golden brooch my preparatory life. At this point of my life, I suffered from anxiety and depression, my nymphomania was destroying me and didn't let me live a normal life. But I think it's time to talk about him. The reason we're here, Carlos Psauceda, the first and only love of my life.