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Virginity Lost By Rape

Virginity Lost By Rape

I try to write in a generally fun tone, and to be honest, most of my experiences with guys have been fun. There have been some wild adventures, some nerve wracking adventures, and a whole lot of steamy sex, but my introduction to being a sissy for men wasn’t of my choosing. I’ll give a brief background of what led up to that night, then follow with the details.

As I’m typing this, I am realizing that this is the first time in my life that I have ever acknowledged out loud to anyone that I was actually raped, just like a defenseless girl. It’s sort of blowing my mind to confront the reality of the situation. If you’re reading this story, then I obviously made it through the recollection process and forged ahead, no matter how painful.

I’ve told a story about this guy, Brad, on here already. It’s called “Three Firsts In One Hazy Crystal Clear Night.” He was the first cock I ever sucked, and the first guy to catch me wearing panties. He was the only guy who knew about my sissy side for the first 30 years of my life. We would both hook up with girls as well, but after we had hooked up with each other, and if we were ever alone, we would hook up. He would bring me lingerie to wear, and I would gladly suck his cock until he exploded.

He was a sweet guy most of the time. In fact, this one night was the only time I ever saw him being aggressive towards me or anyone, and his aggression towards me was a culmination of being extremely horny and ...

... extremely wasted. Simply put, we loved each other beyond hooking up. We had been classmates from kindergarten all the way through college. He was the baby of his family, with 4 older sisters and 1 older brother, and wealthy, detached parents.

I can’t believe I am coming to grips with the fact that he raped me in real time, as I’m writing this story. Here’s what led to losing my virginity to him. After we had hooked up a few times, he wanted us to join another band together and tour the frat band circuit, making money and going all over the south. I wanted to join a band with him as well, because aside from the music and money, I genuinely enjoyed his company and I loved hooking up with him.

We played a show in New Orleans, at Tulane University, which was about an hour and half from our hometown. The show ended at 10:30pm, and the rest of the band took the gear and the van and went home. Brad’s older brother was out of town, and he lived in the French Quarter and owned a restaurant there as well, so he and I stayed in New Orleans for the night.

We went back to his brother’s place and showered up to hit the streets. I got out of the shower and Brad had laid out a brand new dark red Second Skin Satin bra and panty set. They still had the tags on them. Not gonna lie, it turned me on and made me feel special. I said nothing about them to him, didn’t thank him, and just put them on. I fantasized that this was just my normal day to day life with a man. He would buy me sexy ...