Christy Becomes a Bad Girl

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Head injury turns good girl into reluctant mega slut.
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Part 1 of the 4 part series

Updated 06/08/2023
Created 07/12/2016
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I have to share Christy and I's story. Even now, eight years after this tale begins, I feel some shame for what I did but even still, I know I would do the same thing again if I had the chance.

Christy and I started dating when she was 18 and I was 20. She was very naive and innocent, raised very religiously but struggling to find her own identity outside of what her parents had tried to give her, if somewhat timidly. She was slender, about 5'3", with long, wavy auburn-blonde hair and big, beautiful blue eyes. She was gorgeous. I couldn't believe how lucky to land her, and even be her first boyfriend. She was a virgin and had most of her first time sexual experiences with me, but we never broke the bank and had sex. I had had sex with a couple other girls before and of course I wanted to with her as well, but I respected her boundaries and agreed to wait it out.

After we had been dating for about six months, Christy was involved in a rather serious car wreck. Someone ran a red light and she t-boned them at about 40 mph, hitting her head very hard on the steering wheel due to the defective airbags in her old car. She was rushed to the hospital and was put into a medically induced coma due to her brain swelling. It was a very scary time. At first, the doctors weren't sure she was going to make it. Luckily, her brain swelling went down after a couple days and within a week she was out of her coma and partially responsive. Altogether she was in the hospital for about a month before they released her.

Despite her recovery, though, the doctors warned us that all was not going to be perfectly fine right away. I was in the hospital room with her family when they gave us their diagnosis. I held Christy's hand as she was in the midst of a heavily medicated sleep.

"We expect Christy to eventually make a full recovery," they told us, "but there will be a recovery time of at least a year."

They showed us scans of her brain, and showed us that the affected areas were those that controlled rational decision making and long-term memory. They told us that she would be very impressionable during the year or so that her brain was healing. She would be very receptive to outside suggestion and would be unable to weigh consequences or control impulses. This included, they added awkwardly, a potentially elevated and unchecked libido. I swallowed awkwardly at this, and ignored the quick glances at me from her family members. They also said that she would probably not commit very much of the next year to her long term memory.

"So it's very important that she is well-looked after, and that she is not permitted to make any serious decisions on her own. In 99% of cases like this everything returns to normal after the year or so of recovery, but it's important to make sure that the next year goes well. We'll take her back in every couple months to take more scans and monitor her progress."

So Christy finally came home, and everything was ok, if a little weird for a while. I still came to visit Christy every day, and our time together went well. She acted more or less the same, and usually remembered most things from the day before, but would take prompting for anything from the day before that. All of her memories from before the crash were intact. I think her father started to trust and respect me more after seeing the care that I put in during that time.

It was a mere three weeks after coming home that the unthinkable happened. Her parents had made the difficult decision to send her back to school, as she was considered capable of completing the work (although she was given a special exemption from normal tests due to her inability to really study), and it was important for her to graduate high school. Her teachers were all well aware of her condition and vowed to keep a close eye on her.

Apparently, though, it wasn't close enough. On only her second day back, she was caught having sex with two senior boys while using the girl's restroom. All of the details weren't clear, but apparently Christy, in her impressionable (and libido-boosted) state, had either given these boys the impression that she was interested, or was somewhat coerced into it. I couldn't believe it. The two boys were expelled but no legal action was taken against them because the evidence did not support a rape, for Christy seemed to have consented (her medical condition not being recognized under current law). The school was then placed in the awkward position of saying that Christy was not allowed back at school either, although she was allowed to finish the remaining month of the school year from home. It was considered too great of a risk to have her at school.

I was furious and heartbroken. I didn't know where to direct my feelings. I couldn't really be mad at Christy, but it was also difficult to avoid feeling betrayed. I was mostly mad at her parents for making the stupid decision to send her back to school. But hindsight is 20/20, I guess.

For their part, her parents seemed oddly conflicted. They were of course furious at what happened as well, but I couldn't help but feel as if they partially blamed Christy for what happened, too. They were, as I've stated before, very religious, and I think their strange views on morality and female sexuality made them feel as if Christy's apparent willingness to have sex with not just one, but TWO boys was still unforgivable, regardless of her condition.

I, meanwhile, was torn apart. My sweet girl had lost her virginity, and not to me. I didn't even get to be her SECOND! I tried to tell myself that it didn't count, but I couldn't convince myself. No matter what, people other than me had got to experience her greatest intimacy, while I hadn't. Nothing was going to erase the memory for them. Nobody could ever take her virginity again. I tortured myself at night, lying in bed imagining them spreading her pale, smooth legs and shoving themselves into her most private spot, feeling her from her insides. Despite my horror, I found myself getting an unwelcome erection, and I will admit that I shamefully masturbated to the mental image. Despite the huge injustice against me and her, some part of me could not help but be viciously turned on by the thought of my innocent girl passionately fucking guys she barely knew on the floor of a bathroom like some common whore. I always felt immense shame and disgust wash over me after climaxing to these thoughts, but while it was happening, they were the most intense orgasms of my life.

The silver lining was that after about three days, Christy seemed to have no memory whatsoever of the incident. We all decided that if possible she should never find out about it, and thereby be protected from the emotional damage that might result. After a couple weeks I was starting to think things might go back to (relatively) normal.

Then the video surfaced. I couldn't believe their gall. The two bastards who had taken Christy's virginity like it was a free giveaway at a fundraiser posted a video of the event on social media. I had never even heard that a video existed, but there it was before me on my monitor, in intoxicatingly well-lit HD. It was about ten minutes long, and showed Christy, nude from the waist down but still wearing her shirt and shoes, enthusiastically engaging in unprotected sex with both boys. There was a shot of her alone, spreading her legs wide for the camera, proudly displaying her naked pussy (which she always kept shaved despite her sexual inactivity. I knew from the few times she had let me reach down there with my hand.) I stared at it now in disbelief. It was the first time I had ever really seen it, and it was alongside all the other countless jackasses who must be watching it at the same time as me. I couldn't help but think it was beautiful, with its plump outer lips and delicate pink inner lips fanning out slightly between those. It was leaking visibly in the video. Christy's face was strange-looking to me, with a slightly glazed, horny looking blank look to it that I had never seen on her. Her face was flushed slightly red, and she seemed to be thinking of nothing but getting fucked. She was biting her lower lip.

The video showed her being fucked by both of them in a few different positions. They spit-roasted her, one deepthroating her from the front while the other one rammed into her pussy from behind, then switching out. It spared no details of those parts of Christy's body that were exposed, getting in more than once with a close up on her pussy and even once on her butthole while she was being fucked doggy style. I flushed with shame and jealousy when I saw how absolutely wet her pussy was. They both finished by fucking her missionary style, one after the other, both of them pulling her shirt up slightly and popping their loads on her bare belly when they finished. I was just glad they didn't do anal on her.

The video was quickly removed by website admins but I knew it wasn't soon enough. By the time I even saw it it already had a couple hundred views (along with a comment from one idiot I vaguely knew who said "Wow what a fuckin slut lol"). Some of those views might have been repeat but it didn't matter. My shy, naive girlfriend had been seen by a minimum of dozens of people (most of whom probably knew her) getting fucked like she was a pornstar. It occurred to me that the majority of people who saw the video wouldn't even be aware of her condition, since we were keeping it so secretive. They would just think she was a slut. That night, I again masturbated myself furiously over what I had seen, and had literally the strongest, most full-bodied orgasm of my life. What the hell was wrong with me?

Her parents seemed not to have found out about the video, and I hoped to keep it that way. The less people that knew about it the better. Christy was happily oblivious. We went and had a picnic the day after I found the video and I tried to act like everything was fine, but every time I looked at her I couldn't help but imagine those two jocks bottoming out in her. I tried to avoid going where other people might be; I didn't want anyone to see us.

For the next several days I couldn't quit thinking about the video. Perversely, I wanted to rewatch it. I wished I had saved it. I even tried searching for "Christy Aiken sex video" and all sorts of variations in the hopes that someone had uploaded it elsewhere, but I came up empty. Every time I was around her I thought of it. I thought of her delicious nudity, probably forever enshrined somewhere in come random peoples' computers. I had to see it again. I had to have it for myself.

One night I stayed over pretty late, after her parents had gone to sleep. We were in her bedroom upstairs, but with the door open. I quietly got up from where we were spooning on her bed and slowly shut and locked the door. My heart was racing. What did it matter? I thought to myself. She's been with other guys now, why shouldn't she be with me? Just this one time. I knew she wouldn't even remember it, and I'll admit that that was really the deciding factor for me. I lay back on the bed beside her and began running my hand slowly up her bare leg. She was only wearing some short, cotton sleeping shorts and a flowy pajama shirt. With my other hand I gently squeezed one of her modest tits through the shirt.

"What are you doing?" she asked groggily.

"Shh," I whispered. "We should do this."

I half expected her to reject me but she didn't. After a long pause she said "...if you want."

After a few more moments I moved my hand up her leg and slipped it into the front of her shorts. I ran my fingers along the whole exterior of that beautiful, smooth pussy, and then began rubbing in gentle circles on her clit. She moaned softly. I could tell she was already getting wet. I felt like my dick was about to burst, it was so hard. I had to have her. I began to unbuckle my pants.

At that moment I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. In a flash I pulled my hands from her pants and hastily refastened my own. We both lay there silently, pretending to be asleep.

Christy's father opened the door to her room.

"Jon," he said, "It's getting late, you should go home now."

I feigned groggily waking up, and after kissing Christy goodbye I drove home with the most searing set of blue balls I had ever had.

I remember agonizing over the fact that I hadn't gotten to fuck her for the next few days, and was straining to find an opportunity to do so, but I never got a good chance. So I struggled through every experience of seeing her, each time in the company of others, and I always found myself looking at her mouth when she talked, imagining those lips wrapped around that dude's cock in the video. She was so beautiful, so pure and innocent. And oblivious. Oblivious to the fact that she was jerk off material for probably a good chunk of people at her highschool. I wondered what the normal brained Christy would think of the situation if she knew. What she'd think if she found out about all of it the next year. I knew what she'd think. I remember having to excuse myself to go to the bathroom to jerk off.

That was around the time that shit escalated again. A guy I was kind of friends with was having a party, and Christy's parents let her go to get out of the house, feeling alright with it since they knew I'd be with her the whole time. For my part, I wasn't super worried about any of them knowing Christy, since they were all even older than me, and probably wouldn't have been in the same circles as the people who might have passed that video around.

There were probably a good 30 or so people there, nothing huge, but big enough so that I didn't know everybody. Christy stayed with me the whole time and was slightly bashful, like she usually is around people she doesn't know, but seemed to be having a pretty good time. I offered her a beer and was surprised when she accepted it (she was underage after all and didn't usually like breaking the rules, especially in an unknown venue like this). I quickly realized that this was probably a result of her impaired decision making abilities, but shrugged it off. Oh well. One beer wasn't going to hurt her anyway.

After a while, everyone had drank a good bit and some people had already started going home. By this point I had let Christy drink a few more beers, and she (being unused to alcohol) was even more out of it than her condition normally made her. The way she clumsily leaned into me to support herself and smiled blissfully with her eyes closed was cute, but I was also getting turned on. I found myself thinking again of how she had been an unwitting little slut for those guys. I had to have my turn in that shit.

I made an excuse to sneak to one of the upstairs bedrooms with Christy. I figured no one would bother us up here, and I figured it was my best opportunity to finally get her to fuck me.

I ushered her into the first bedroom, and shut the door behind us. Without any preamble I sat down on the bed with her and began making out, which I was happy to find she gladly reciprocated. I pulled off her shirt and unfastened her bra, boldly squeezing her small tits with both of my hands, relishing the fact that she was letting me. Normally she would become slightly resistant even over that.

Soon I had the rest of her clothes completely off. She lay back on the bed and spread her long, slender legs for me, displaying her beautiful naked pussy in all its glory. I relished the sight. I had seen it before, of course, in the video, but this was so much better. I put my face right up next to her spread crotch, allowing myself to just inhale her scent for a moment, then I began running my tongue up and down her pussy lips. She was soaking wet.

After a few heavenly minutes of eating her out, I could no longer ignore my extremely full bladder. When I drink it really catches up to me. Not wanting to be bothered by this once we actually started fucking, I quickly excused myself and ran into the small bathroom that was attached to the room.

"Hold that thought," I told her with a sly wink.

I halfway shut the door behind me and began pissing without bothering to turn the lights on, as I could mostly see in the half-light spilling in from the bedroom. Just as I was finishing and starting to reach for the handle to flush, I suddenly heard the sound of a creaking door from the bedroom. At first I thought Christy was going to stumble out of the room naked in her half-delirious state, but when I peeked through the crack of the partially closed bathroom door my heart froze. Christy was still laying on the bed, legs still spread, but three dudes from downstairs had stumbled into the room. For some reason I stayed hidden in the darkness, unsure of what to do.

"Whoa," one of the guys said when he saw her. They were all three holding drinks, and smiled stupidly when they saw her. For her part, Christy looked like a deer in headlights. She slowly sat up and brought her legs together.

"No, babe, that's ok," the second guy said. "Keep 'em spread for us."

There was just a blank look on Christy's face. Her mouth hung slightly open. Slowly, she separated her knees, giving them a prolonged, full look again at her pussy.

I could hardly believe what I was seeing. So that's how easy she was. My heart was racing. I knew I should barge out of the bathroom and tell these guys to fuck off, but some part of me held me back. For some fucking reason, I kind of wanted to see what would happen. Did she even remember or care that I was less than 10 feet away from her? The first guy came forward and put a hand on her leg.

I would like to be able to say that I burst out and put an end to things at that moment, that I protected Christy's body and honor in her vulnerable state like I was supposed to, but the fact is that I didn't. It's hard to explain exactly how these decisions are made. I was certainly torn, but the base side of me won out, the side I didn't really know until that moment that I had. That night was definitely the turning point for me, and, by extension, for Christy.

I hid in the darkness of the bathroom the whole time, peeking out of the door crack as these three strangers all fucked my sheltered, Christian girlfriend right in front of me. Christy, who had always been so timid and shy. I guess that was a big part of why it turned me on so fucking much, knowing that this was so wrong, that there was such a huge contrast between the quirky but innocent girl Christy always had been and what was happening to her in that moment. I guess seeing that video had awakened something terrible in me. Even while it horrified me, I simultaneously wanted it to be repeated.

And so it was. They fucked her for about 45 minutes, all three of them dropping their pants but leaving their shirts on. They took turns rather than all ganging up on her at once, which I guessed was somewhat polite, but none of them put on a condom. They each had her suck their dicks first for a bit, them just lay down between her spread legs, then slid right into her primed gash and started pumping away. Christy was at first slightly unresponsive, but by the time the second guy was fucking her she seemed quite into it, wrapping her legs around his ass and hooking her feet together behind him, pulling him deeper into herself with each thrust. She kept her eyes shut and quietly panted and moaned the whole time.

The first two guys had the presence of mind to pull out and pop into her mouth, their cum splashing down onto the surface of her extended tongue. She swallowed them both without any problems when the time came. The third guy however, who grunted like an animal and slammed into her pussy like he was jackhammering concrete, simply started saying "Oh shit! Oh shit!" and then unleashed his full load while keeping his dick buried deep in her cunt.

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