Virginity Lost By Rape - Sex Stories

Virginity Lost By Rape

... only made him push into me harder. He went as deep inside of me as he could and just parked it there.

It was an excruciating pain, one I had never felt before, and he wasn’t moving. He laid down on top of me, on my back, with his cock still buried into my virgin pussy and put his hand over my mouth, then tried to calm me by talking dirty into my ear.

“I can’t help myself after playing with your tight little fuckhole while you sucked my cock,” he said. “I didn’t want to do this, I had to, and we share the blame for that, but I promise you will like it before it’s over with. Notice how I’m not moving? I’m keeping it there to get your pussy used to being filled.”

All this time that he was forcing himself inside of me and giving me tips on how to deal with the pain made me wonder how in the hell he had knowledge of this experience. He felt the tears coming out of my eyes and running onto his hand that he was using to silence me, and started talking into my ear again.

“Those tears will be happy tears soon enough, baby. Just relax and let it happen. I know you want it as bad as me.”

He wasn’t wrong, I did want it badly, but this wasn’t how I envisioned the first time being for me. I imagined lingerie, rose petals, lube, toys, sexy music, and so forth. The biggest issue I had was that I wasn’t given a choice in the matter. In a moment of reflection that I’m having as I write this, I am realizing that being raped is perhaps the most female adjacent event that I have ...

... ever experienced.

I was stronger than most women, and could have tried to fight back, but I had accepted the role of being sexually inferior to him, and called him various names like daddy, and baby. I knew he liked all of that, and I liked being called bitch and cock slut and so forth by him. We were friends and played in a band together. Our kinky secret hookups were just part of the territory, and those two worlds could never collide.

Listen to me, even now I’m trying to rationalize and romanticize the situation, and not make it into what it actually was. This was a violent, animalistic act being carried out by a person I loved and trusted against my will. He knew I had dreamed about him fucking me. In the past I had told him I dreamed about him fucking me. I had shared my innermost thoughts and desires with him, all while dressing up like a girl and sucking his cock.

I’m turning this event into a full page of this story, when the reality was that the whole thing was over in about 3 or 4 minutes, and half of that time was spent with him on top of me not moving, with is cock buried as far into my boi pussy as it could go, and just sitting there.

As he finally began to pull his cock out, it felt like my entire insides were coming out along with it. He got to the point where it was just his head in me, then he pushed it back in, and I let out an agonizing yelp, so he stopped again, deep in me, and began whispering.

“You’ve got to loosen up, baby,” he said, as he ...