Chasing the Train - Sex Stories

Chasing the Train

... bring the uppity cunt down a few pegs. She felt like a slut in the whorish clothes, anticipating her first raping, but her dedication to chasing the trend and her bare, wet pussy, wouldn’t allow her to back out. No one would respect her if she did. She’d have no friends if she wasn’t riding the Rape Train.

Her heart hammered as she danced with her friends, cockteasing all the boys at the party. Periodically, Candice, Melanie, Karen, or one of the other girls would disappear for longer than it took to use the restroom. When they returned, they were disheveled and wiping tears away. Leah could hear them whispering to one another, sometimes glancing her direction while hiding smiles. They were all getting raped, but Leah wasn’t.

After the first couple of hours, at least five of the girls had been raped and Leah began to feel very anxious. She still avoided going to the restroom or being alone anywhere, but the giggles and looks were getting hard to ignore. Finally, she couldn’t hold it anymore. Glancing about, she hurried to the bathroom and did her business. In the mirror, she noted that she looked very rapeable, but she felt uncertain about actually being forcibly fucked.

Carefully, she eased the door open and looked both ways. The hallway was empty. She left, hurrying back to the party. When she passed by an open bedroom, though, someone reached out and pulled her inside. She screamed, but someone slapped her face. Another set of arms encircled her waist and lifted ...

... her off of her feet, then they tossed her on the bed.

“No!” she shouted and heard two amused chuckles.

“Just be good, Fuck Handles,” one of them said from the dark.

“No one wants to hurt you, slut,” the other said. “Not much.”

Leah tried to get up, but they were faster. One of them pushed her onto her tits on the mattress, while the other moved behind her and put his legs over hers, forcing them apart. She heard rustling and then she screeched into the mattress as his cock entered her. The man holding her laughed.

“Damn, dude,” her rapist exclaimed, “She’s fucking wet for it.”

“Figures,” said the man holding her. “Only a slut gets tits this big. You’ve been begging for this, haven’t you Leah?”

“No! Please!” Leah pleaded, whimpering and struggling.

The man pushed his cock deeper and then put his weight on her back and hammered her pussy in rough, hard strokes. Leah bucked and yelped as he fucked her, pumping his hips against her rounded ass. She felt tears on her cheeks as he thrust angrily into her cockhole, until she felt his dick jerk inside of her.

“Fuck yeah,” he groaned.

“Oh, no!” Leah protested. “Pull it out!”

Of course, he didn’t listen.

The two of them quickly switched places and then her cunt was stuffed with a second cock. Her second rapist wrapped her ponytail in his fist and jerked her head back, making her yelp as he pounded his meat into her. Leah grunted, and groaned, her neck bent back awkwardly as he rammed his cock home ...