Virginity Lost By Rape - Sex Stories

Virginity Lost By Rape

... smiled at me as I walked in, and I smiled back.

I laid down next to him and he immediately wrapped his arms around me and started kissing me. I was giddy with girly emotions flowing throughout my body and mind, breathing heavily, holding his cock in one hand, and one of his ass cheeks in the other. He continued kissing me, rubbing my tits through the bra with one hand, which was unexpectedly very arousing, and he ran the other hand down my back to my ass, under my panties, and firmly plunked his middle finger directly into my tight back pussy, which wasn’t lubricated at all. It hurt, but I didn’t care, and once he got it in there, he kept it in there to where it didn’t hurt anymore.

In my mind, I was thinking, “This is what it feels like to be a girl with a man, and I love it.” I was grabbing his cock, trying to get it to my mouth, and he accommodated me, changing positions so that I could reach it, and I gobbled it down passionately.

He started moving his finger in and out of my hole. He pulled it out and spit on his hand, then went back in. That felt much better, and I was in ecstasy. I kept sucking his cock like it was my only purpose in life, and began to taste his pre-cum, when he suddenly pulled it out of my mouth. He slapped me in the face with his cock, and I laughed. He slapped me with it again, harder, and I tried to take it into my mouth again, when he pulled away from me.

I was confused, and things got quiet, when out of nowhere, Brad grabbed me ...

... around my waist and turned me onto my stomach. I was still really turned on, and enjoying the feeling of being his submissive girl, when he pulled my panties down to my thighs, then spit on his hand and forcefully dug two fingers inside of me, and started breathing really heavily as I groaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

“Is everything ok, daddy?” I said to him, nervously, as I pulled my panties back up.

“That all depends,” he replied, as he worked his fingers in and out of me in rhythm, “I really want to fuck you.”

Here’s the thing, I really wanted him to fuck me, but I knew I wasn’t able to handle his giant cock, especially after drinking and not expecting this at all. I had experimented with tampons, cucumbers, and zucchini squash, and with each of those I used a dollop of Vaseline, and it still hurt.

I knew we had no lube, and I knew that we had never even gotten this far in our exploits. This was the first night that we really made out or kissed at all. We would grope each other, for the most part, then I would suck his cock while he played with my ass and rubbed my tits in my sissy bra and panties until he exploded into my mouth, and I swallowed it all. It was our routine, and we both knew it well.

“I don’t think we can do that, baby,” I said, caressing his thigh with my hand, while trying to work my way back to his crotch with my thirsty lips, “we can try some other time soon, I really want it, too.”

He got annoyed with my answer, apparently, and ...