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DON'T READ THE FOLLOWING IF: You're too young, too sensitive, or too
drunk! :P
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Rachael the Male Plaything
Ch.1: Discoveries
by Galadriel678@hotmail.com
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Story-synopsis: A teenaged freshman named Rachael Wintergreen starts
dabbling in online pornography, which ultimately leads her into a
world of depravity. As the years pass she becomes a slave, not only to
her own perverted body's desires, but to those of others as well...

Story-codes: (basically everything but MM <gay>!)

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Chapter-synopsis: In this first chapter young Rachael's innocence is
lost when she discovers pornography for the first time and has her
first orgasm because of it... little does the innocent girl know that
this one orgasm will set her on the road towards being a slut, a
nympho, and an unwilling Male Plaything!

Chapter-codes: (Mf, Mff, f-solo, 1st orgasm)

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LEGALEASE:
The following story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places,
and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or
are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or
dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Chapter One: Step One 
(Mf, Mff, f-solo, 1st orgasm)

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<note: not all codes involve main character>
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"There's so much porn out there," Rachael said. She was staring at her
computer monitor, clicking her way through literally hundreds of adult
web sites. What had started as a research project for school had
slowly changed into a curious obsession for the teenaged-girl.

"Wow," she mumbled when a picture came up of two girls, about her age,
nervously touching each other's naked bodies. She closed that
particular window, opened another, and saw yet another cum-shot
photograph; gobs of gooey semen dripping down some poor girl's face.

"Yuck!" Rachael grimaced. "Who'd let someone do *that*!?!"

She continued staring at the various pictures and became increasingly
embarrassed at the way her young body was responding. It tickled, sort
of... but in a weird, naughty-but-nice sort of way. As each successive
picture passed by she could feel that spot between her tender young
legs grow increasingly moist, as if she was actually enjoying this.

This is sick, sick, sick! she thought desperately, repeating the same
mantra over and over as she clicked through picture after picture.

Suddenly her younger brother was pounding on her door. "JUST A
MINUTE!!!" she cried, frantically closing all the browser windows.

The door began to open. Desperately, Rachael flicked off the monitor.

"Raych, come on!" he called. She jumped from her seat and ran to the
door, just as he entered.

"WHAT!" she cried, flushed with an embarrassed sort of excitement.

Bobby glanced toward the computer, then back at his older sister. "Mom
said I could use the computer now," he stated matter-of-factly.

"I'm still doing homework!" she exclaimed, heart racing.

"Why's the computer off, then?" he asked.

An awkward silence quickly followed as Rachael struggled for an
excuse. "I'm, uhm... I was taking a break! Get out of here!"

"It's my turn!" he whined. "Mom said!"

"FINE, brat!" she said in the usual bitchy tone she gave him, a sign
that she'd regained her composure. "Give me a few minutes to finish
up!"

After he stomped away she sat back at the computer, trembling from
fear and...

And something else.

***

Later on that same day, Rachael was sipping a slushy with two of her
best friends, Anne and Lindsay.

The only reason she'd come to the Witherson Mall at all was because
Anne would be there. Rachael didn't like hanging out with her other
friend much anymore and although she was quick to rationalize her
reasons, deep down she knew why: Lindsay, always her direct
competition, had been the first to reach that stage both had been
aspiring to since middle school.

Lindsay's body was *matured*. The slightly older girl, with light
brown hair and stunningly dark brown eyes, had developed her pubescent
body into that of a young woman's. Rachael hated this! She'd yet to
develop her soft b-cup breasts into the luscious c-cup's Lindsay had,
and hadn't done away with her pre-teen baby-fat the way Lindsay had so
expertly done either.

"How's your project coming, Raych?" Lindsay asked in her sweet little
voice.

What a phony! Rachael thought. Everyone knew what a bitch the girl
could be yet she insisted on maintaining this pretense of being the
"nice-girl". It was like when guys told her she looked like Jessica
Alba (star of Fox's "Dark Angel") and she pretended it was annoying.

It would be obvious to even a blind man that she loved the comparison!
Yet, Rachael thought bitterly, her older friend pretended to hate that
sort of compliment.

"Fine," she finally replied, sort of quietly. She was especially
resentful of Lindsay today for wearing such a sexy outfit, something
she thought was a deliberate attempt to up-stage her at the local
gathering place of teenaged girls and boys.

"What topic did you choose?" Anne asked.

Rachael turned more happily to her other friend. Anne was completely
different than either Lindsay or herself. Although part of the same
"clique" in middle school, she now ran with another crowd and was
interested in different boys, different pursuits.

Even though she didn't perceive Anne as a threat the way she did
Lindsay, however, Anne was definitely a beautiful girl. With a 30"
bust sporting b-cupped sized breasts she was easily Rachael's match
when it came to the body. As for her face, Anne had a cutesy-pie
appearance that would probably have her carded until she hit thirty.
Her thin lips and small mouth made her appear younger than she
actually was. Her light red hair, typically worn long and in a
Jennifer Aniston style, begged to be noticed. And most guys did!

"Computer safety," Rachael finally replied, sipping on her frozen
Mountain Dew. "Like, the dangers of uhm... what are those guys called
who break into systems and stuff?"

"Hackers," Lindsay said, obviously a little miffed.

"Whatever," Rachael said. "Mr. Laurance said cyber-terrorism might be
the next way wars are fought. You know, with viruses and stuff?"

Her friends nodded.

The conversation continued for another ten minutes. Rachael was now
convinced she'd adequately displayed her superior intelligence to her
friends, especially to that "see-how-good-I-look-in-these-new-jeans"
bitch, Lindsay.

The three got up and started prowling the mall. 

Eventually Anne asked, "You just got your computer, right?"

"Yeah," Rachael admitted. Defensively she added, "But I took that
computer and typing class last semester, so I know how it works and
everything!"

Anne nodded, her auburn hair bouncing as she strolled along beside her
friends. "Run across anything... sick yet?"

Rachael felt a chill like ice suddenly fill her veins. Trying to
appear nonchalant she asked, "What do you mean?"

Anne shrugged. "I just wondered, you're on the 'Net for the first time
and all. Run into any, like, perverted stuff?" She grinned.

Rachael had no idea how to respond. Should she lie? Should she act
disgusted and admit that, yes, she *had* stumbled upon some porn, but
*accidentally*? Before she could decide, however, Lindsay spoke up.

"Gawd, there's *so* much of it out there! Just last week my friend
Jeff-- you know Jeff, he goes to Central U?-- anyway, he emails me
this file, so of *course* I download it, but it's just one of those
zipped up things, right? Well, it ended up having, like, twenty-some
pictures of the *sickest* stuff!!! You know, like girls making out,
and guys actually doing it in the woman's... you know, butt? So
nasty!"

"Why did he send you that?!?" Anne exclaimed.

Lindsay shrugged nonchalantly. "You know, he's been trying to get me
in bed for months. I think he was hoping it would turn me on or
something.  I used my digital camera, though, and sent a picture back
of me flipping him off with the caption, 'AS IF!'!"

The girls all laughed at this, especially Rachael. She was so relieved
by the turn in the conversation she didn't even care that Lindsay was
obviously bragging (college guy wanting her in bed? How transparent!).

A long silence followed, and Rachael realized she had to say
something. "Yeah, my parents said I can't go into chat rooms or
anything but I did accidentally get onto this sick 'xxx' site."

"How'd you do that?" Anne inquired, stopping her friends to look
inside a trendy "raver" store the other two would not be caught dead
at.

"Tried going to the white-house website," Rachael said, honestly. "I
can't believe that 'white-house.com' is full of porn!"

At first, Anne and Lindsay stared at Rachael dumbfounded. Then
suddenly, all three girls broke into hysterical laughter.

***

That night Rachael went to a small party full of kids her age. She
preferred the ones thrown by seniors (where everyone she met was older
and, therefore, cooler) but she had to go to this one. It was an "end
of the season" bash for the Junior Varsity Cheerleading Squad and she
had to attend. Not too many people of note were there. Of course
Lindsay was along with the rest of the squad, but as far as boys went
it was a dud.

Next year, Rachael thought cheerfully, maybe I'll be Varsity!

The party passed slowly, interrupted only by the occasionally
interesting chatter of hot boys, sexy seniors, and future prospects at
Witherson High...

***

When she got home she went straight to her room. As soon as she closed
the door behind her she saw the computer and froze.

No, she thought. That's sick!

She hummed to herself as she undressed, peeling her cheerleading
uniform off her fourteen-year-old body. She tried desperately not to
think about all the pictures she'd seen that morning, and the way
they'd made her feel. They were sick, disgusting, perverted!!! She
wouldn't go back online. Nope, no way!

A moment later she was standing in front of her mirror in just her
white-cotton panties. She found herself posing slightly: turning to
one side, thrusting out her budding breasts, bending over to admire
her tight young butt.

I'm the hottest girl in my class, she thought wishfully. Lindsay is
three months older than me... in three months *I'll* have bigger
boobs, *I'll* have the curvier frame...

She glanced nervously at the computer again.

"Well," she said softly, "I *could* finish up the research
assignment..."

Suddenly she was booting up the machine. 

***

At first, young Rachael had tried to work on her project. Her attempts
were futile. After searching around for more information on her
school-subject, the curious young teenager finally gave up.

After all, she rationalized; even Lindsay has seen all this stuff!

She got back to the web sites she'd been to earlier. Unfortunately,
most of them wanted a membership to see more pictures and although
Rachael *did* have a credit card she was terrified at the prospect of
explaining to her Dad (who paid the bill) what the charges were for.

Quite by accident she stumbled across an advertisement for a chat
room. It was on the main page of the search engine she'd been using,
and it was free! Quickly she registered, the thrill of disobeying her
parents almost as seductive to the innocent girl as looking at dirty
pictures had been.

She entered a room called, "Ohio Teens". Her screen name,
"SPARKLY-16", quickly drew attention. Suddenly she received a slew of
private messages from guys in the room. She was overjoyed!

But, without exception, they all wanted to see a picture of her.

It was almost one in the morning before Rachael had the digital camera
installed. Her dad hadn't bothered hooking it up when he set up the
computer, but it was pretty easy to do. After primping in front of the
mirror for a few minutes she took a couple pictures and began sending
them out.

For nearly an hour the 14-year-old girl chatted away, feeling
incredibly popular and extremely flattered by all the attention she
received. It didn't take long, though, before the guys started talking
dirty.

She ignored them at first. A lot of the guys remained "nice", asking
kindly about how she was enjoying the Internet so far (she told
everyone right away about how this was her first time chatting, and
why), welcoming her to the online community. But soon she grew bored
of these conversations, and it occurred to her: even with a picture,
there was no way any of these guys could know who she was!

Tingling with excitement, she said goodbye to all these current
chatters first just to be safe. Then she entered a different chat
room, one called "CALIFORNIA TEENS" (California, of course, being so
far away from Ohio that there was no chance of someone recognizing
her). Soon, she was once again bombarded by private messages. Her
excitement growing, she lied about her name (calling herself Lindsay,
ha-ha!) and found someone she thought promising.

He called himself "DAVE27" and typed pretty intelligently; nice, but
with just enough perversity to make him promising to Rachael.

"So," she finally typed after the usual introductions and preliminary
conversations, "do you ever look at..." She paused. Here goes! "dirty
pictures?"

She chewed her right index-fingernail nervously, waiting for a
response.

"Sure," he replied. "Why?"

Gulping, and with that familiar naughty-excitement welling insider her
she responded, "I've been trying to find some... do you have any?"

Another long pause followed. Then: "You're a guy, aren't you?"

She gasped. "WHAT?!?" she typed back, genuinely surprised.

"A girl wouldn't ask about that kind of thing, fucker!" he typed back.

"I *am* a girl!" she responded. "You saw the picture!!!"

"That could be anyone," he typed. "If it's really you, prove it."

"How?"

"Take another picture, only this time hold up a piece of paper with my
name on it and send it to me."

She shrugged. Seemed reasonable. She quickly grabbed a piece of
printer-paper and wrote really big, "DAVE!", adding a couple little
smiley faces, and took the picture.

After sending it, she began a couple more chats while she waited.

His window suddenly beeped. Opening it she saw that he had typed,
"Lindsay?"

"Believe me now?" she replied.

"Sorry," he said. "You're new... but there *are* guys out here who
pretend to be chicks. I had to be sure."

"No prob," she wrote back, not quite believing that any guy would
pretend to be a girl. "So do you have any porn?"

"I'm sending it now," he said. 

Suddenly a file-transfer window opened asking if she wanted a file
entitled "FORLINDSAY.ZIP". She clicked "OK" and watched as the file
downloaded. She'd never downloaded a file so big before! Even with her
cable modem it was taking forever.

There must be a ton of pictures! she figured. The thought made her
tremble in excitement.

With shaking fingers she typed back, "After I get the file I gotta go
for the night, kay?"

"Gee, I wonder why! ;)" he replied.

Not knowing what he meant, she responded, "E-mail me, okay?! Bye-bye!"

"Sure will," came his final message. "G'night."

She closed all the chat windows then, not bothering to say good-bye to
everyone else, and waited as the file continued to download.

She paced around her room nervously. For some reason that she couldn't
quite figure out she suddenly wanted to be naked. At this thought she
blushed, then scolded herself for being silly: there was nothing wrong
with being alone and naked! Satisfied that it was a normal thing, she
pulled off the long t-shirt she was wearing. Her pubescent b-cupped
breasts jiggled as the shirt tore over them, and young Rachael found
herself reveling in the sensation. Shaking her head to clear her mind,
she then stripped her panties down her long soft legs.

Suddenly she was feeling very sexy as she walked around her bedroom,
completely in the nude. She'd done so before, of course, but never
like this, with her body tingling in anticipation, her body shuddering
when her thighs rubbed against each other. She began touching herself
a little, running her hands up the sides of her legs which sent
goose-bumps up her pert young body.

Suddenly she heard the chime of the computer indicating the file
transfer was done.

There were indeed a ton of files: 35 image pictures, 5 movies, and
over 40 texts!!! She felt her young pussy moisten embarrassingly just
looking at the directory. Never before had the young teenager felt so
sexual!

She went to the image directory first and clicked on the slideshow
button. As the screen went black, plunging her bedroom into total
darkness for a second, she leaned back and watched the pictures start
to appear.

Never had she seen anything like it. The images she'd viewed earlier
that day couldn't compare with the vulgarity of these! Rachael gasped
in awed joy at each new image, images of girls her age making out.
Images of girls her age having sex with much older men, sometimes two
or three at a time! Images of girls sleeping, unaware they were being
photographed. Images of girls with white gobs of cum covering their
youthful faces.

For the first time ever Rachael saw in graphic detail what blowjobs,
anal sex, lesbianism, and masturbation looked like. Although unaware
of it, she was growing wetter by the second!

A part of her, deep down, was embarrassed and ashamed at all this, but
in her heightened state of arousal young Rachael suppressed these
guilty feelings as much as possible. She was experiencing feelings
right now, brand new feelings that felt so good!!! Even during the
only "heavy" make-out session she'd ever had her body hadn't reacted
near to this. Even during that one time over a year before, when she'd
tried masturbating (to see what the fuss was about), she hadn't felt
so aroused!

And never, not ever, had the fourteen-year-old got close to an orgasm.

She let the slideshow loop. She found herself rubbing her soft thighs
together now, her heart pounding, sweat actually beginning to form on
her brow. The sexy young teenager, the wet dream of many an older man,
was breathing heavily now as she watched the pictures flick by.

Soon she began to nervously touch her own breasts. She thrilled at the
contact of her small cool hands on her nipples! Gently she squeezed
them, mimicking some of the girls from the pictures, and gasped out
loud!

She *had* to get to the next step! Desperately, she closed the
slideshow and opened one of the movie files.

And it was almost more than she could stand! Leaning back, thighs
still squeezed together as she instinctively sought to stimulate her
pussy, she watched. Two girls on the screen were sitting at the foot
of a much older man, both completely naked and smiling nervously.
Rachael watched in amazement as the man instructed the two to begin
kissing each other, and experienced an as-of-yet unsurpassed thrill of
complete wickedness as the man took out his huge penis and began
stroking it, the two naked girls locked in a passionate embrace.

Rachael's heavy breathing had turned into panting. The girls on the
screen were French-kissing, something Rachael had only done once or
twice in her life-- these girls were doing it like pros, and with each
other!!! She marveled at how inexperienced she was.

And at how simple such actions appeared to be!

The movie ended abruptly. "No!" Rachael cried, trying to be quiet. She
fumbled with the mouse and opened the next file.

Thankfully, it continued where the last had left off. Now one of the
two girls was actually *sucking* on the man's hard penis!!! The other
girl, meanwhile, was watching closely as she slid her hand in between
her splayed thighs, her finger buried deep inside.

"Okay, okay, okay," Rachael panted. She was still playing with her
breasts but now realized she had to go all the way. Her eyes
transfixed on the screen, Rachael slid her butt further down the seat
until it was just barely hanging off its edge. Then, her heart racing,
Rachael finally spread her tender teenaged legs apart...

The movie quit again, and Rachael desperately opened the next. Now the
girl who had been giving the blowjob was laying on her side next to
the masturbating girl, playing with her tits and making lewd, somewhat
immature comments. The man, meanwhile, was stroking his dick rapidly
above them.

Rachael, in turn, nervously slid her left hand down her flat tummy and
ran it through the crinkles of her light pubic hair. She'd grown so
wet!!! She shuddered at the sensations as her hand explored her most
private area.

This time when the movie quit, Rachael hardly noticed. She'd placed
her finger at the lips of her vagina and slid it up and down its slick
folds. Her right index finger's nail was getting chewed at violently
as the teen's out-of-control young body bucked and shook at the
sensations. Rachael panted, cried, and moaned, and when she hit her
clit (for the first time ever!) her whole body spasmed violently!

That time before, she now knew, hadn't been masturbation at all!

Without even thinking (indeed, the only thoughts going through
Rachael's perverted mind were of the images she'd just seen) she slid
her finger inside her reluctant, tight little hole. Her body shrilled
at the feeling and sparks that shot up her sexually charged body!

She was gasping now like a fish out of water. She sounded like the
girl from the movie, she realized, gasping in pleasure as she slid her
finger deeper. There was a building tension in her, building towards
something she'd never had, as she bucked her hips up spastically,
pinching her nipples now with her other hand, making desperate moans
and---

"Rachael, are you okay?!?"

She nearly toppled back in her chair at the sound of Bobby's voice.
Instantly she was out of her seat and flipping off the monitor. She
grabbed her robe off the back of her chair, unable to say a word, and
quickly pulled it on.

Her body tingled, almost painfully, in withdrawal. She made her way on
wobbly legs to her door: it was closed (thank God!). She opened it and
said breathlessly, "What do... you want?!"

Bobby was staring at her with a look of concern. "I was going to the
bathroom and heard you crying or something," he explained. "You okay?"

The anger that had threatened to form was dispersed, then. Touched by
his concern she whispered, "I'm fine, Bobby! Go back to bed, okay?"

He seemed unconvinced. "You look sweaty... I heard you crying! Were
you having a bad dream?"

"Yes!" she quickly agreed. "Yes, a really bad one! But I'm fine,
okay?"

"Okay," he said softly. He didn't seem to believe her.

"Goodnight!" she said as sweetly as she could, and closed the door.

She went back to the computer, but knew the moment was lost. Even now
she could feel her vagina drying up, and pain replacing the pleasure
in her maltreated nipples. Tired, and not a little bit upset, Rachael
turned the computer off for real and went to bed.

"Why?!?" she whispered to herself as she dozed off, tears in her
pretty, but no longer innocent, young eyes.


>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>END OF CHAPTER ONE<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< 

Chapter two will have more action, perversity, and 
Nastiness as Rachael Wintergreen moves from a perverted-self to a
perverted-tool...!!! :)
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Please look for the following if you liked the preceding story:
++++Dr. Wu's "Tifany Daniel's" series
----esp. "Toying with Tiffany" and "24-Hour-Boy-Toy-
----Tiffany
++++Cruel Intentions (the movie!!!)
++++"Stacy's Senior Year" by Parker

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