Virginity Lost By Rape - Sex Stories

Virginity Lost By Rape

... around my knees, so I pulled them up and laid down. When I did so, I felt them gushing with fluids from my pussy that was still experiencing spasms from what had just happened. I was still keeping my face down, and trying not to be emotional about what had just happened. My panties were drenched in his cum, and noticed that my clitty had also exploded during the activities, but I didn’t even have time to enjoy it as it was happening.

I heard the shower turn on, so I turned myself over and tried to maintain a sense of normalcy about everything. Coming to grips with the fact that I had just been raped by my friend, my secret gay friend, was a very weird experience. The range of emotions was all over the place. I got up to go to the bathroom, and noticed that I was walking like a girl who had just been spit roasted by a giant cock. It was sort of a turn on, if that makes any sense?

When I sat down on the toilet to pee, I dropped my panties down to my ankles, and that’s when I noticed blood in the gusset, along with gobs of cum, and other bodily fluids that I’d rather not discuss. As I started to pee, I also started to discharge fluids uncontrollably from my violated, and no longer virgin pussy. This would continue all through the night, and into the next day.

I got emotional about it, and got into the shower to clean myself up. When I came out, he was asleep on the bed. He had laid a satin babydoll nightie out for me, and I put it on, before getting in bed and curling ...

... up next to him. I put his sleeping arm around my body, and gave him a kiss, but he didn’t respond at all. I laid there with my head on his shoulder and went from comfort to crying for the rest of the night. His hand reached over and grabbed me by my left tit and he squeezed it. I fell asleep.

The next morning was awkward. Remnants of our crazy night were scattered throughout the room. My soiled panties were on the ground, there was blood on the sheets, and he threw them in the washing machine, but we didn’t speak much. There were a series of smiles between us, and he comforted me once by kissing the top of my head and wrapping his arm around my neck for a few minutes, but that was it.

He had really torn my tight virgin pussy up. We were playing another show with the band that night, and I had to run off the stage to go to the bathroom, because I felt like I was about to drip all over the place onstage, and all of my ability to clutch my cheeks was still lost.

I never confronted him about it, and we didn’t see each other for a few days after that last gig. A week or so went by, and we had more or less returned to our normal public relationship in front of everyone. We didn’t hook up for about two months after that night, and when we did, I still neglected to say anything. I just sucked his cock and swallowed his cum like I always did, while he played with my ass and pushed my head down on him.

This would change in the future, and I’ll write about it as well, but ...