A Country Girl's First Party by nnblze

She was two weeks away from seventeen when she went to Matt Davison’s end of the year party. With long, pretty blonde hair, wide, curious blue eyes, she was the poster child for both the Midwest and innocence. Her name was Catherine, and she wasn’t really a big party goer, but hell, she was almost seventeen and she wanted to talk to some real, honest-to-god boys. Because of her high and mighty all girls school, she didn’t even know how men’s voices were supposed to sound like anymore. Her own father was a redneck lowlife she didn’t speak to, and her mother never brought anyone home. And out on the farm – there was no wifi to watch any kind of videos, sexual or not.

So, yes, when Mary asked her to come with her to Matt Davison’s famous end of the year bash, she readily said yes.

The day of she and a small group of girls she really didn’t know all went to Mary’s house, trying on makeup and dresses for hours until it was time to go. For her part, she chose a simple pair of blue, roughed up jeans and a halter top that barely showed any cleavage. The other girls went a little more daring – wearing tiny skirts and push up bras. Catherine could only look at them with envy.

“Are you ready to go, Cat?” Mary asked, plucking her lips in the bathroom room.

“Uh huh.” She replied slowly, blushing a bit at her large grin. Mary laughed and grabbed her hand. The pair joined the little group and off they went. The party was being held on Juniper Street, which was comforting since the street had a total of two houses/farms on it. There were miles between the farms, and miles to the next street. They could make as much noise as they wanted, and Catherine really doubted the cops would come around.

Who would complain? The cows?

“I can’t wait to get wasted. Have you ever drank before, Cat?”

The blonde chirped up. “I’ve had some moonshine before.” She told them proudly. The other girls looked impressed, even judgmental. The truth was she had a sip her uncle made about two years prior, and she had immediately spit it out, making her entire family laugh. But the group didn’t need to know that.

“Wow. I think Billy is bringing some Apple Pie Moonshine. Gonna try it with me?” Mary asked the group. The other girls looked wary and just laughed.

“I will.” Catherine shrugged, and Mary smiled, clapping her hands together.

An hour later, the pair were harassing Billy for little more moonshine. The boy was a tall ginger, and Catherine found him cute. But then, she found every single guy there interesting, one way or another. “This is really strong girls.” he warned, hesitant to pour more.

Mary giggled. “It tastes like fucking cinnamon, kid. Gimme.” she whined, and Catherine thought maybe they were drunk. As soon as they had arrived, they started on beer, before moving onto whiskey and cokes, and then the Moonshine.
“Do a shot of tequila instead. That might be better for you.”

“Oh!” Catherine exclaimed, forgetting the realization that she was drunk. “Let’s do that. I’ve never had tequila.”

Mary perked up. “Let’s do both?” she asked, her eyes bright. Catherine smiled widely.

“Okay!” she agreed, and the pair went off to take their first shot of tequila while Billy just shook his head.

An hour after that, and two glasses of Moonshine and two more shots of tequila later, and Catherine was all but passed out on the front steps. Mary and the group of girls she came with were nowhere to be seen. She wondered if she actually was the one who left them, but she doesn’t remember. She doesn’t even know how she got to the porch, really.

Leaning her head against the railing, she almost fell asleep when someone plops down besides her. She looked over, but she only saw features and can’t understand his face. She knew it’s a guy because of his short black hair, and she knows he has green eyes, and she knew he has a nose, but none of those features added up to a face in her mind right now.

She giggled and put her hand on his face. “Hiii.” she slurred, vaulting forward into him. He exclaimed something, who knows what, and steadied her. “Careful,” she thought he said, but she was closing her eyes again.

A minute or so later, she realized she was walking. There’s an arm around her waist and they are walking in zig-zags, and she noticed that she can feel the wet grass between her toes, which seriously begged the question as to where her shoes went. “Where…” she tried to say, but her mind was shutting down on her.

She closed her eyes again, and felt herself being lifted. There was metal under her ass, like a car, but she was still out in the open, and it confused the hell out of her. “Huh.” she whispered.

“Shh.” came the voice before he kissed her. She “hmmmed” against his lips, still asking a question. He pressed harder against her lips, and suddenly he was taller. In reality, he climbed onto a step before pushing her backwards. She could feel metal on her back, and he climbed on top of her. His lips were still pressing roughly. She whimpered and he pushed his tongue in. It felt weird and clammy, and she felt like she was going to throw up. He didn’t continue for long and instead, pushed his upper body off of her. She breathed deeply, realizing she was being crushed before.

He untied her halter top, and suddenly she felt the cold wind on her exposed nipples. She looked down and saw her medium-sized, teen breasts out in the open, and couldn’t wrap her mind around it. Hands started grouping them, pinching her dusty pink nipples hard and massaging them. It hurt a bit because he was too rough. She started choking, but he ignored her.

Instead, he went down to her jeans, unbuttoning them and taking them and her underwear off in one swoop. Her bare ass was on the cold metal and she jumped at the sensation. He jumped off the platform they were on, and she realized she was on a flatbed of a pick up truck. There were cars parked all around them.

Suddenly, her legs were being spread open, and her tiny, virginal, not-even-doctor-seen cunt was on display. She whimpered again, lifting her hand lifelessly. He pulled at the hair there, and she turned her head to the side in numb pain. Fingers started prodding her. First at her clit, lightly rubbing it for maybe thirty seconds, before moving on to her still, very much dried cunt. He roughly inserted two fingers in and her body shot up in pain. She screamed a bit, but he ignored her.

Taking out his fingers, he smeared the blood onto her stomach. Her halter top now was a thin strip of cloth around her upper middle, the only piece of clothing she had left. She vaguely heard the zipper of his jeans, and she managed to utter a single, raspy, “No.”

But again, he ignored her. He climbed onto to the car again, and it dipped with his weight. Her legs were at either side of his hips, and his jeans were pushed down just below his cock. The material was rough on her soft thighs. He grabbed her breasts again, squeezing them with all his might before pushing his cock towards her cunt. It missed the target quite a few times, mostly because he wouldn’t let go of her tits, but eventually the head found the small, barely stretched out hole.

There was a deep pain in her whole body as he started putting pressure onto her. His cock was thick as it parted her dry lips, and he had to lick his hand to lubricate a bit down there. When he finished, and this time guided his cock, he returned his hands to her breasts, squeezing so hard he left indents. His dickhead pushed at her opening, until finally she opened up a little, and then he shoved himself all the way in. She screamed loudly, and the sound echoed for miles. The party must have been over for hours. Why wasn’t anyone hearing her?

She could feel some kind of liquid run down her thighs stemming from her deflowered cunt, and she knew it was more blood. He immediately started thrusting in her, squeezing her tits and piledriving her like she was an experienced whore. She grunted with each thrust, crying now. Loud, disgusting sobs, but he never stopped. When she thought she couldn’t take no more, he managed to shove another inch or two inside her. She felt full and stretched, and in so much pain. She could feel him inside her. Big and thick and in between her lily white legs, going so fast she could barely see his dick in the little gap he provided.

She doesn’t know when, but suddenly he sounded grunting, moaning even, and then she felt more liquid running down her thighs. She didn’t know what it was, but it got matted into her pubic hair. He groaned and got off of her, and she just hyperventilated. He rolled over to lay besides her and laughed. “Whoo!” he exclaimed, still chuckling. “Thanks honey.” he slapped her thigh hard, jumping off the pick up truck while doing so.

Laying there, all she could feel was the throbbing in her cunt and the breeze on her body. She could see the stars up above, but also the start of dawn. Looking around slowly, still in shock, she could see a bunch of guys in the car across, drinking beers and casually staring at her deflowered cunt. Her legs were still completely spread and she didn’t have the energy to move them. There was some talking to the right of her, and she recognized more male voices. She thinks they were always there, now that she thinks about it.

She breathed deeply and knows she about to sob again. For a long time, or maybe ten minutes, she just stared at the stars.

“Oh, come on, honey. Stop that blubbering. You got laid. That’s a good thing.” It was another man. This time she could make out his features better. He was older – he looked twenty something and he was there with a younger friend. They were both drinking beers. The older man had blonde hair like hers, but the younger one had a familiar orange tint. The blonde was leaning against the truck and running a hand up and down her thigh. The ginger was eating her up with his eyes. “Now, now.” he continued, before climbing onto the flatbed.