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   Cunt Busted by Rachael
   This is the true story of how I was cunt busted and secretly wish it
would happen again.
   Five years ago, when I was 15, I was in 10th grade and reasonably
popular.  Sometimes being popular isn't necessarily a good thing.  I used
to hang out with some amazingly shallow people.  we judged other people far
too much by their appearance or what car they drove, or who their friends
were.  I'm sure you know exactly what I mean.  I've learned a lot since
then and I am a different person than the stuck-up little bitch I was.
   One reason I think and possibly the single event which got me to rethink
my attitude was when Denise T.  kicked me.  She was one of the girls at my
school who always seemed to be wearing last years clothes.  She didn't
belong in any of the clubs my friends and I thought were so important.  She
wasn't bad looking, not at all.  But she didn't know how to make herself
more attractive.  Looking back, I know it would have been so easy to be her
friend.  She was smart and funny, but she wasn't one of us.  And that made
us enemies.
   For whatever reason, some imagined slight, or just because I thought
making Denise smaller would make me bigger, I treated her terribly.  I
teased her about her hair.  I would comment on her clothes, laugh at the
tiniest, most insignificant mistakes.  It wasn't my mission in life or
anything, but it was almost a daily occurrence when I would make some smart
comment as she walked by and we would all laugh loudly.  It became that I
didn't feel totally satisfied unless I'd caused this girl some form of
embarrassment.
   It also came to pass that Denise finally had enough of it.  One day in
our civics class I was whispering loudly to one of my friends that Denise
had sex with her father.  This was so outrageous, so mean, it totally
embarrasses me to tell you that I would say such a thing.  But confession
is good for the soul, right??  Anyway, I guess that was the final straw. 
Denise turned around and told me in a clear, loud voice to shut up.  To
leave her alone and just shut up!
   Well, of course this could only be taken one way.  As a challenge to my
social superiority!  The inevitable shouting match happened, I'm sure you
can imagine the silly, juvenile words we shouted at each other.  As the
teacher tried to quiet us the "B" word slipped out.  As if we hadn't
disrupted class enough, that was our instant ticket to the principal's
office.  Naturally the fight stories started as well.  By the time I was
finally though with my little chat with the principal the whole school knew
that Denise and I were going to fight out by the football field grandstand.
   Life has a way of living you sometimes and that's what happened to
Denise and myself.  I don't think either of us really wanted to actually
fight, but of course we couldn't not fight either.  She for her injured
self- respect and me to maintain my place in the social pecking order.
   I had never really been in a fight before.  At least not a real one!  I
grew up with 3 sisters, 2 older and 1 younger, so I wouldn't say I was
inexperienced though.  One thing I've learned is that most people like to
talk when they should be hitting.  My oldest sister would never say a word,
she'd just slap you as hard and as fast as she could and that always ended
our disagreements real fast!  So, that was going to be my strategy with
Denise.  Besides, I really didn't want to wrestle with her.  Back then I
was about 5'3" and maybe 90lbs.  My breasts hadn't yet developed, just
small mounds I didn't even cover with a bra most of the time.  I had long
dark hair and long toned legs.
   Denise, on the other hand, looked much more mature than her 15 years. 
She was taller than I by about 2", weighed probably 20lbs more and had
really large breasts.  34C cups, at least!  Maybe that's why I disliked her
so much?  She had shorter, dirty blonde hair and she kept it tied back in a
little pony tail.  Like I said, she really was a very pretty girl!  She
just didn't show off like the rest of us.  And really, now that I'm
thinking about it, I wish I'd been a little more like her.
   After my last class I met my friends at our lockers.  I was trying to
act tough, like I wasn't worried about what was going to happen.  I was
praying that Denise would chicken out and not show up!  My friends kept
telling me how I was going to kick her ass and teach that bitch a lesson! I
was laughing along with them but walking out towards the bleachers I wasn't
so sure.
   Denise was already there waiting for me.  It seemed like half the school
was there as well.  Everybody got quiet when I shouldered my way through
the little crowd.  I gave my purse to one of my friends to hold and I
walked towards Denise.  I expected her to say something and I set my jaw
and tried to control my breathing.  My heart was beating in my chest like a
jack hammer and I was actually terrified.  We stood there for a second, two
little catholic girls.  We had the same knee high socks.  The same mid
thigh blue skirts.  But my shoes were a little newer, my blouse a little
whiter.  And that made all the difference!
   I swung my left arm and my open palm suddenly slapped Denise's surprised
face with a loud crack!  Everyone suddenly shouted but I couldn't hear
them, my heart suddenly seemed to slow and I got real calm.  It was so
cool!!  Like when you run a long distance and suddenly your body is just
floating.  I slapped her again and it didn't seem like she could do
anything to stop me!
   Denise tried to block my hand but I still hit her in the temple.  I
moved closer and swung with my other hand, flailing at her, not really
knowing what I was doing.  I just wanted to hit her, to beat her stupid
face into a pulp.  I didn't know I could ever hate anyone but I felt hate
for her right then.  I was hitting her repeatedly and all Denise could do
was bend over and cover her face with her hands.
   I grabbed her by the hair, that little pony tail on the back of her
head. I yanked her forward, trying to pull her down.  Se stumbled and her
head went even lower.  I was really yanking her hair hard and Denise was
screaming.  I remember telling her to shut up and I was hitting her again
and again with my left hand.  I couldn't believe I was winning!!  Denise
hadn't laid a finger on me and I just knew she was done.
   But then Denise grabbed my leg.  I tried to kick and pulled her hair
harder and I hit her again.  But Denise didn't let go.  She lifted my leg
up and was pushing me backwards, off balance.  I know it must have hurt her
terribly because my hand suddenly came off her head with a fistful of hair.
But I was falling backwards, onto my back.  Denise fell on top of me,
knocking the air out of me and everything got dark for a second.
   Denise was half laying on me and I could see that she had a bloody lip
from when I hit her.  She pushed herself up and I tried to push her away,
but she was too heavy.  I was lifting my hips trying to buck her and this
time it was my turn to cover my face as she suddenly swung a fist at me. 
She hit me right on the nose and it made my eyes squinch shut and start
watering.  It felt like I had a cold all of a sudden and I could taste
blood.  The bitch had given me a bloody nose!
   She was Sitting on my stomach and we were both slapping wildly at each
other.  I ended up with a handful of her blouse and I ripped at least three
of the buttons away exposing her big boobs for everyone to see.  But she
didn't even think about covering up!  Denise punched again, but not in the
face.  She hit me right square on my left breast.  God!  That hurt!  I was
yelling and I used my nails to claw at her, I gouged Denise from just below
her shoulder down her left breast and hooked her bra, pulling it away.  She
had three real deep scratches and we were really starting to fight dirty!
   She had seen how much it hurt to be hit in the chest so she did it again
and this time it was just too much.  I didn't think anything could hurt
more than that!  I had to cover up my body and when I brought my arms up to
my breasts Denise grabbed my long hair and yanked my head off the ground,
shaking and pulling me from side to side.  I was crying and it felt like
she was pulling every hair out of my head.  I was so scared all of a
sudden. Before I'd thought I was winning, but now I knew I was losing.
   I tried to tell her I quit.  That I was sorry.  Anything to make her
stop.  I really don't know if she heard me or if she just figured I'd had
enough, but Denise let go of my hair and got off me.  I was laying there on
the grass with my face bloody and my eyes filled with tears.  I was rocking
my aching breasts in my arms and I guess my skirt had ridden up so everyone
could see my little white panties between my spread legs.  I only know this
because before she left Denise looked down at me and standing between my
legs she reared back and kicked me in the cunt as hard as she possibly
could.
   I remember stars exploding and my body was just enveloped in a great
ball of pain.  Whatever I'd been feeling in my titties or nose or wherever
else suddenly seemed like pure ecstasy compared to the burning hot poker it
felt like someone had just shoved between my legs.  Imagine the worst cramp
of your life.  It's nothing compared to this!!  I couldn't breath!  I felt
like I was going to be sick and then I realized I had peed in my panties.
   Some people were laughing at me, some I guess didn't care.  A couple
tried to help me get up, but I couldn't stand.  This whole fight had lasted
maybe 5 minutes, probably less.  And when a teacher showed up the school
nurse was called.  They got me to her office and laid me down while the
office tried to reach my parents.
   The nurse was an older woman who had probably seen all kinds of
injuries, but she told me this was the first time she'd ever seen anything
like this.  I couldn't move my legs hardly at all, It was like my thighs
were numb.  The nurse had washed my face and I was holding a cold compress
on my nose.  She gingerly unbuttoned my blouse and when I heard her make a
clucking sound I looked down far enough to see my left breast was already
that brown-yellow color and turning darker every minute.  I also saw my
nipples were erect, as hard as they've ever been and I didn't know why.
   The nurse laid a couple more of the cold compresses across my bare chest
and then started to examine my pelvis.  She told me I was bleeding, that I
was spotting through my piss soaked panties.  She asked me if I was
menstruating and I told her no.  The nurse decided not to try and pull my
panties down, she just cut the material away exposing my lightly furred
pussy to her inspection.
   She carefully washed me and used her soft fingers to check for bumps and
abrasions.  She was talking to me the whole time, trying to tell me it
wasn't so bad.  But it was.  Every time she touched me it was like being
hit again and I would flinch and bite my lip.  She told me I would have
some bruising on my upper thighs and that I would be very sore for along
time.  She touched my pussy, just barely and it was like an electric shock!
Even through the pain I could feel a little warmth spreading through me.
   My clit was hard and I felt the nurse's fingertips graze over it.  To
this day I don't Know if she was doing it on purpose!  I like to think she
was.  She flicked my little clitty 3 or 4 times and she slipped just the
very tip of her finger between my pussy lips.  The pain was a dull,
throbbing ache, still filling me...But behind it was another sensation.  I
began to like the pain and I wondered if this wasn't what I should feel
like.  I guess it comes from guilt, or maybe low self-esteem, but wherever
it came from I couldn't deny that I was starting to feel very good!
   The nurse washed me carefully and gave me some Tylenol while we waited
for my parents.  She left me to sleep, covering me with a blanket and
turning off the light before closing the door behind her.  In that darkness
I relived my fight.  I tried to remember every slap and punch and pull. 
The ice on my breasts was painful and I took it off.  The nurse had wanted
to put ice on my pelvis but had decided against it.  I thought about Denise
and I began to feel my bruised breast, touching my swollen nipples. 
Pinching them while I moved my other hand beneath the blanket to my bare
pussy.
   I touched myself, making small circles around my tight little hole.  My
clit was hard and the pain was returning with the pressure I was putting on
my abused sex.  But I couldn't help it.  I began to fantasize about Denise
kicking me.  About how she should have stayed and watched me writhe in
pain.
   In my fantasy she kisses me with her bruised and bloody lips.  I can
feel her tongue forcing it's way into my mouth.  The blood from my nose
mixes with hers and we taste each other.  My cunt is screaming with pain as
she kisses me and I love it!  She rams her knee against my wet pussy,
making me scream into her hungry mouth and my arms flail against her, but
it's no use.  I cannot move, I cannot fight her.  She lifts her skirt and
pulls her panty to the side while everyone watches.  She squats over my
face, pushing her wetness onto my mouth.  I'm crying and dying inside from
the pain and embarrassment.  I don't move but Denise presses her cunt onto
my mouth, covering me so I can't breath.  She will suffocate me if I don't
do what she wants.  What she deserves for beating me.
   I push out my tongue slowly, tentatively touching her pussy.  The smell
of her excitement is intoxicating and her juices are running between her
swollen lips onto my searching tongue.  She tells me to open her pussy with
my tongue, to drink her sex and worship her.  She isn't just a 15 year old
girl anymore, she's somehow transformed in my fantasy to become a grown
woman.  A Mistress who owns me and makes me do what she wants.  I obey and
push my tongue into her hot tight cunt.  A flood of tangy juice floods my
mouth and I suck her sex between my lips.  I nibble her wonderful, fleshy
labia and I'm suddenly rewarded with her orgasm.  When she cums in my dream
I am cumming on the little cot in the nurse's office.  My pussy is aflame
with pain and pleasure and I'm ramming my fingers inside, fucking myself
and driving myself to ecstasy!
   I've barely recovered by the time the door opens and my mother comes in.
She's brought me new clothes and she is almost crying when she looks at me.
She has so many questions.  She's angry and worried and confused.  Later,
after the facts came out, Denise and I were both suspended.  me for 3 days,
Denise for a week.  I saw a gynecologist and he told me that Denise had
actually broken my hymen.  He said it's not common, but possible when the
vagina is traumatized.  I smiled thinking that Denise had taken my
virginity.
   I never got into another fight.  And I never made fun of Denise again.
In fact we avoided each other as much as possible.  I don't know what she
was feeling, but for me, I was afraid she would see my secret desire to
have her kick me again.  because that was precisely what I wanted!!  And
have ever since.
   That's enough of that story.  I hope you like it.  Denise is a real
person, but that's not her real name.  If you read this 'Denise' you will
know who I am.  If you want to write me, I'd love to hear from you!!
   end 
  
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