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confessions of a first time rapist

She worked at a local convienient store.I would stop in every night after work and buy a soda.Each time i would offer her a ride home. Sometimes she accepted,sometimes she didnt,but every time I went home after seeing her, I would pound off a load 3-4 times before going to bed.After a few months I needed more,speaking with her wasnt enough.I had to see her tits her ass and her pussy.I needed to see taste and touch every part of her in every way possible.
I formulated 2 plans, one for if she was agreeable to my thoughts and desires, and a second if she wasnt.After doing some research
I found out she wasnt seeing anyone,I also found out she likes white guys.(she was african american).
The next time she rode home with me,I started working the plans.When she climbed into my vehicle, I asked if she wanted to go for a ride before I dropped her off at home. She said yes.I took her through the city streets, as-well-as, every country road I could find. During that time we talked, I expressed myself completely and thoroughly. While doing so, I realized I felt more than lust I think Ihad fallen in love with her.I bared my heart and soul for her inspection and acceptance.She sat quietly for a moment or two then tried to let me down easily with the same old excuses women use when trying to deflect a man’s attention saying,- she wasnt ready for a relationship,- it wasnt a good time.I drove her home and decided it was time to start on plan “B”.
For the next week, I continued going to the store and offering her rides home. She accepted a few and declined a few.I tried to not let on that her rejection bother me,but in reality it was eating me up inside. The more I thought about it the angrier I got. On the nights she refused I would hide in the shadows to watch and see where she was going, and with whom.What I found was she would walk from the store to a close by home.The was inhabited by an old gray haired woman that would greet her with a hug.
I explored the area,what I discoverd was an alley that was lined by dumpsters and windowless brick walls.It was perfect for what I had planned.I waited a few more days,once, I had everything I needed I waited for her next decline on the ride.It was about ten days after I discovered the alley, that she finally said no to a ride home.I made it a point to tell her I had to go home anyways. hoping that would make her think I was gone and not hanging around.I left, but instead of going home I hid my vehicle a couple of blocks away. And raced on foot to the alley that she would be passing, on her way to the old lady’s house
I hid in the shadows as I waited for her.It seemed like forever before she finally passed.At the moment of her passing, I stepped out behind her as quietly as I could.I placed one hand over her mouth and nose. I wispered in her ear. I told her not to look at me, and do not scream.If she did either there would be deadly consequences.She struggled as I dragged her to the deepest darkest part of the alley, but I had more strength.I was beginning to feel remorse for what I was doing to her, but the need for have her and the anger over her rejection was much stronger.when we arrived to the back of the alley i found the roll of duct tape i had hidden.after ripping off a couple of pieces i placed them over her eyes rendering her temporarily blind.i then used the tape to tie her hands behind her back.making her somewhat immobile.Again she struggled through all of it but I over powered her with ease.
I turned her to face me,as she began wimpering saying no.I paid no mind to her pleas.Instead ,I ripped her shirt off,revealing a white lacy bra.It was dark out but in the dim light I could see 2 quarter sized nipples peaking through the sheer cloth.Off came the bra.I pinch and twisted one nipple as I sucked the other in with my lips.then I changed nipples, torturing the second while I sucked and slurpped the first.I wasn’t gentle I wanted her to feel some pain. and that she did.i knew she felt pain because she was trying to back away from me.i pulled her back by the waist line of her pants telling her that she was not to do that anymore or she was going to be hurt.
She was crying asking why I was doing this to her. I didnt answer.I wasnt concerned about the reason, I was only concerned with getting from her what I needed.
I forced her to her knees in front of me, as I pulled my dick out of my pants.It was hard ,harder than any time before this moment.Plugging her nose forced her to open her mouth, as she did,i grabbed her ears for leverage and rammed my cock down her throat.She gagged hard, but I kept it there I wasn’t going to pull out of her mouth until I was ready.She continued gagging I started pounding her mouth like it was her pussy my nuts slapped against her chin unmercifully.It wasnt long before I had to cum.At the moment of explosion, I forced as much of my cock down her throat as I could, unleashing a torrent of cum into her gullet.Amazingly I was still hard.I slid out of her mouth, stood her back on her feet.I grabbed her waist line again, but this time it was to undo her pants and get the cloth out of the way of my next target….her pussy.
I took hold of the tape wrapped around her wrists and bent her over. My cock was still wet and glistening from her spit, so it was easy to drive into her her with one thrust, But it wasnt easy to fuck her.She was tight very tight, the tightest I had ever had.Her cunt muscles clamped down around my dick like a vise,the sentation was on the border between pain and pleasure.A few strokes later, I was feeling my nuts fill again.That sensation caused me to pound even harder into her. I was using the tape around her wrists to pull her back to me with each thrust because of the strength of the pounding she was recieving.as i said ,it wasnt long before the old familiar ache for release was making itself know in my nuts.Again when I erupted I didnt hold back at all I thrusted forward with all my might She howled from pain, as I pumped every drop deep with in her womb.I finally felt satisfied. I let go of her wrists, and she tumbled to the ground.
I went to her, pulled my semi-flacid dick back out .I lifted her ass off the ground, leaving her face on the pavement. I thrusted back into her vise like pussy, until I was hard again.My juices mixed with hers, lubed me up nicely.I pulled out found her shitter hole and shoved it it as hard as I could. I was in all the way to the hilt, before she was able to react. She clamped down on me hard I thought she was going to use her turd cutter to cut of my johnson off.I didnt go slow at first this time I started out hard and rough I wanted her to learn that I wasnt one to fuck with. I hammerd on her spinkter like there was no tomorrow.
When my nuts began to ache again i spoke to her i said “Your not going to tell anyone about this .Are you?” Iemphasized each word with a forward thrust.
she shook her head no.I continued pounding as hard as ever and asked ,”do you know whats going to happen if you do?’ Again while sobbing she shook her head no.
I said “i’ll do this all again” and with that i dumped what was left in my nuts deep into her bowels.I pulled out spun her around and pushed my dick in her mouth instructing her to clean me off, because I didnt want her stinking shit in my underwear.
i went back to the store ,but it was 2 eeks later before i saw her .Iasked her if she wanted a ride .she readily accepted.after she got in the vehicle with me she said she needed advice.i asked her what about .she said she was pregnant.i congratulated her.then asked who the lucky guy was with a tear in her eye she ssaid she didnt know.i tried to act confused so she said please dont tell any one, but i was raped
…………..i warned her

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Fantasy

Our Loving Friendship

Hello, I’m new to sex story writing, so please be gentle.
For the story I’ll make things easier on myself by using people I know as characters. In this instance, I’ll be myself and make it first-person and the fruit in this literary venture will be a girl I know called Sarah.
First let me describe myself, my name is Craig, I’m 6 feet tall and 184lbs. I have a handsome image (I think/hope), which includes a six pack, blue eyes and a nice jaw line. Oh and brown hair.
Next, the girl
 I don’t know her height, but I’m good at guessing and I’ll guess 5’ 4”. She’s thin, like a little too thin for my liking but only a little, I still defiantly would no question asked (hence me writing a story about her lol). She has black hair, brown eyes, and a very cute face.
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Okay now for the scenario, I’ll try and draw you in here with a deep background – It’ll probably fail.
Sarah’s mum and dad split up a long time ago and her mum moved on shortly after, having met a nice guy who eventually they moved in with. He became a father-like figure for her and life was good. We fast forward to the present (9 years or so) and unfortunately life at home for her has changed an awful lot. Her mother’s relationship is crumbling and worse yet they have to move out. She has to move out of her house, that has been her home for a hefty portion of her life.
Sarah being the oldest has it worst, as her mother can’t find somewhere she has to move in with her mother, Sarah’s grandmother, where there isn’t enough room. So Sarah is forced to stop at her friend’s house. This provides her life with an almost-stable life for a few weeks, until her friend come into a tragedy of her own and can’t have Sarah there any-more.
This is where I come in, being a friend of Sarah’s I tell her she can stay at mine for as long as she want. I have a nice double bed and a sofa in my room. I tell her I’ll sleep on the sofa and she can sleep in the bed. Having little other option she agrees. My mother makes her feel at home right from the off, the first day of her staying at mine goes smoothly and she really enjoys herself.
Later in the evening we sit up late talking about the situation she is in and we really connect, and have a good laugh over Celebrity Juice (TV Show – Not sex reference, lol).
Then when I catch her nodding off I scoop her up and carry her off to bed. She is shocked and quickly is brought back to full consciousness, laughing asking what I’m doing

“Well, you’re clearly tired but you don’t want to go to bed yet because it’s awkward, so I’m just going to put you to bed, sorted.” I said.
She blushes and replies, “You could tell?”
“I’m clever, remember haha.” – (Oh yeah, I’m one of those people that just kinda knows everything and never loses arguments – a twat basically)
“Big head”, she giggles.
I carry her to my room and rest her down on the bed. “Right, I’m going for a shower and shave, make yourself comfortable.”
Off I went for a shower, and shave, when I get back she is sat on the bed looking uncomfortable, dripping wet and drying my hair with a towel I let her “I told you to make yourself comfortable, that’s not comfortable, come on now Sarah it’s a simple instruction. Don’t be a dingbat.”
“Sorry, I just can’t relax, you’ve been so kind, and I feel like I’m imposing.” She says, pathetically.
I stop my vanity and give her a stern look, “Sarah, you know me. I wouldn’t even let you through the door if I wasn’t completely happy with it. Have I not made you feel welcome?”
Shocked she jumps up and looks up at me with an almost distraught face, “Oh no it’s not that honest, you’ve been amazing. Today has been the best I’ve had in a long time, just relaxing and talking. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you think I was ungrateful or anything.”
I placed my hands on her shoulders and said, “Then relax. Now, how about a shower? Might help you unwind?”
“That’s actually a great idea”, she replies.
“Those are the only kind I have”, I say as she leaves for the bathroom with her sleeping gear in hand.
While she showers I get my bed, the sofa ready with a sheet and pillow, and get comfortable. Not the easiest thing to do.
Half a Stephen King movie later, she comes in wearing a t-shirt and some panties and gets into bed.
“What are you watching?” she asks.
“Shawshank Redemption”
“Is it good?”
“You’ve not seen Shawshank?!”
“No? Should I have?”
“It’s only IMDB’s number one rated film of
 ever!”
“You’re such a nerd”, she giggles.
I skip back to the beginning, and she gets comfortable to watch it.
But before Andy even gets to court, she chirps up “Craig, this isn’t going to work.”
“It’s only just started, give it a chance.”
“No, not the film. This. I can’t sleep in your bed while you sleep on that couch. I mean your feet are over the edge for Christ’s sake.”
“I’m fine, it’s actually quite comfortable.” I lie.
She just gives me a look that screams ‘I’m not an idiot’.
I sigh and say, “Okay then, what do you suggest?.. Because no guest of mine is sleeping on this uncomfortable bastard, that’s for sure.”
“Get in the bed.”
“Ooo feisty!”
“I’m being serious, just get in, we’re friends there no reason we can’t share a bed.”
I leap up and dive into bed.
“You really missed your bed, didn’t you haha”
“Shh, watch the film.”
We settle down and by the time the Heywood gets his legs broken we’re cuddled up, and I start to have impure thoughts.
She yawns and rolls so we’re spooning. “I’m cold, get closer.” She says.
I oblige and now my cock is resting gently between her butt cheeks, the shaft running down her arse and resting against the top of her legs.
She feels it and gently thrusts her hips back and forth and asks “Is that your
”
“Yeah, sorry I’ll move
”, I interrupt.
“Don’t” she says, “It’s fine, just wasn’t expecting it haha”
I giggle but can’t help noticing my cock suddenly getting a surge of blood, and it twitches a little, growing ever so slightly. I hide the sudden increase with a slight hip twist and try my best to stop it growing any-more. But the harder I try the more it grows.
Now I can’t hide it, it gently grows against her, getting harder and harder, by the time its erect my face is bright red from embarrassment and the back of her neck is red, clearly flustered from this sudden erection.
I decided to tackle it head-on, trying to false-confidence the subject. “Ignore that, sorry haha”, while picturing my cock slamming in and out of her.
My heart rate increases and she feels my chest beating against her back. She turns to face me and says “What’s got you going? I didn’t even do anything? haha”
“Sorry I
”
“Don’t apologies, its okay”, she says and smiles at me.
I smile back and we just find ourselves smiling into one another’s faces. That moment seems to last a lifetime and all the while all I could think was how beautiful she suddenly looked. I hadn’t really thought about it, but at that moment her beauty shone.
She slid across the sheets, closing the slight gap between us and kissed me gently on the lips. I returned the peck, and then we both fell into a romantic, movie-kiss.
I gently pushed her onto her back, and opened her legs with one of mine, and climbed on top of her, by my now throbbing cock was rubbing against her thought my boxers and her panties, as I dry humped her, kissing all the time.
I slid my hands down her and then pushed her t-shirt off, revealing a nice, perk pair of breasts. Moved my head closer and kissed her neck 3 or 4 times, then moved down to her shoulder and then down her chest, over her tits as my warm hands tenderly caressed every inch of her. Then I lifted my head up, and slid my soft hands down her sides, all the way to her panties, that I softly grasped and with the raising of her legs she aided me in removing.
This revealed a gorgeous little pussy, with a neatly shaved landing strip. I took her legs and placed then on the inside of my elbow while I held her body with my warm soft hands. I then proceeded to kiss her stomach and worked my way steadily and passionately down to her awaiting pussy, that I gently kissed then teased with my warm moist tongue. All my previous actions had already got her going and she was wet and ready, but I carried on with my oral treat, licking furiously as my warm hands held her hips. She moaned softly as my tongue flicked away at her quivering clit.
I felt her legs shake as she began to climax, then she let out a sharp moan as her legs went wild and she climaxed heavily.
My cock throbbing, I climbed up her, kissing all the way. The moment I reached her lips with my, my cock met her warm little pussy. The head of my throbbing member gently touched her vagina lips. With this I could see in her face she wanted it, and with a tender push my cock edged onto her pussy. With her so tight, it didn’t penetrate, but with gentle pressure I pushed my way in and I plunged into her. I entered a few inch and slowly slid out, all the while kissing her neck and she made gentle sounds of delight.
My heart racing I plunged further, and back out a few inch, and further more, and out. Over and over, until she had the entirety of my throbbing cock nested happily in her welcoming heaven. With this I began to thrust in a sensual rhythm. Her warm, wet pussy hugged my cock as I trusted inside her.
We went on this way, my cock beating in and out of her tight little hole for hours until we could take it no longer. The pleasure engulfed us. We climaxed and she moaned into my shoulder as her nails scraped my back, the pleasure overwhelming her, as my cock made its final thrusts and I unloaded my steaming load into her.
We collapsed into each other, kissing and cuddling. Eventually we drifted off to sleep, entangled in each others arms.

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Fantasy

The Paladins Folly

Rosaria is a paladin in the land of Pasor. She plans to go and fight an ancient evil and things do not end up like she planned…

Fantasy

Schoolbus Relations (Part 1)

Hello. My name is Greg. I want to tell you about what is probobally the most wonderful thing that happened to me during my high school years. It started out as a disaster, but eventally turned into what could only be described as a miracle.
We all remember high school, the adrenaline jungle littered with short skirts, tank tops, hip huggers, and those gifts from God that we simply call low-cut tees. At the time, and to this very day, I was fascinated with breasts, and the low-cut shirts were my guardian angel, ensuring that I would indeed survive high school. I would spend entire class periods staring down girls shirts. Occasionally I would be caught and called a perv, but there were those occasions, albeit rare, when the girl would slyly smile and let that neckline fall lower and lower until the only obstacle of a nip-slip was a pink laced bra. Although I adored breasts more than life itself, I had never actually seen one, internet aside. Unfortunantly my classes were only a half hour, but after school, I was in for another treat. Most people wanted to go home to spend time with their friends, or hang out at the mall, or be with their girlfriend. Personally, I didn’t have many friends, the prospect of the mall was unreachable, and I had never had a girlfriend. Rather, I looked forward to being released from school for the bus ride itself. From the school to my house was about 45 minutes, and the bus had maybe nine people on a good day. But luckly for me, one of those few students was a certain girl. Her name was Terri. She had the most magnificent breasts I had ever seen, whch were accented by the fact that she wore an extra low cut shirt day after day. She sat in the seat across the isle from me, and often she would sleep on the way home. Another blessing was the fact that the road to our area was filled with potholes. Every time we hit one, it seemed as if her breasts were just eager to leap up out of that shirt. Every day I would stare at her breasts, never getting tired. At home, and on a few occasions on the bus, I would jack off to alot of the girls at school, but always finish to Terri. The magnificent shape of her breasts, the perfect curve to them, the way they bounced. They were, at my guess, 42 D’s.
The days went by and I would see new peeks but always be enticed by the sight of Terri’s breasts. Not a day went by that I didn’t look, and on one day that she was sick, I thought for sure I was going to die, only being saved by the fact that I saw what I thought might have been a nipple earlier that day. She never seemed to notice that I was staring. A few times I was tempted to reach over and feel them, but always seemed to find a reason not to. And then, on that fateful wednesday, it happened. The day had been slow. It was cold, so nobody was wearing a low cut shirt. But I knew Terri would. The day seemed to last for hours. People were yapping on and on about the snow outside, but I could care less. People seemed entice by the white wonderland of snow, while I couldn’t get my mind off of the bountiful wonderland or Terri’s mounds. Finally, the 3 o’clock bell rang and I rushed to the bus. Terri arrived a few minutes later in a georgeous blue shirt, low cut of course. The first low-cut peek I had seen all day, my dick snapped to attention the second she stepped onto the bus. She sat down and closed her eyes. I sat with my legs on the seat, and when I was absolutely positive nobody was looking (the bus was near empty, and the bus driver couldn’t see anyways) I whipped out my cock and began stroking it. I stared at her magnificent breasts, so full and protruding from her shirt, while stroking myself. I was in heaven. When I felt that I could take it no longer, I stopped and started to put my dick in my pants. I didn’t want to end blowing my load all over the seats again. Suddenly, the bus jerked and I was lurched to the side. The bus driver had been cut off and hit the brakes to ensure not to hit the slow driver. Terri was thrown out of her seat onto me, and the bus driver shouted a mixture of swears and apologies. I looked down to Terri on my lap, and she looked up, sleepily.
“Are you hurt?” I asked.
“No.” She replied.
Then we both looked down to my lap, where my rock-hard boner was softly nestled between her breasts. She looked up at me with a mixture of shock and surprise. At that moment, the bus pulled up to my house. I shoved my dick in my pant and flew off the bus. As soon as I got inside, I locked the door and crouched down holding my head. I was screwed. My dick fell into her cleavage. Why me? Then I noticed that the crotch of my pants were soaked with semen. I stared in disbelief as I tried to remember when I came. Was it before or after I pushed Terri off? Did I blow my load in her cleavage? Oh, God, what does she think…?
The next day, I skipped school. I rented out a house by myself, so I didn’t have to play sick to any parents. The entire morning I stayed in my bed just replaying yesterdays events. The next day, friday, I decided to man up and went back to school. I expected to hear rude remarks or find cops waiting for me, but nothing happened. Nobody even seemed to know. I was still cautious throughout the day. When 3 o’clock came around, I considered just walking the 20 miles home, but I knew it was ridiculous. I would just have to man up and hope Terri understood. Yeah right. I stepped on the mostly empty bus and chsoe a seat at the back far away from everyone else. I looked out the window and hoped Terri wouldn’t show up. We had been sitting there 5 minutes, and the bus started up, but just before the bus started rolling the something touched my arm. I had been so deep in though, I nearly hit the roof of the bus. I quickly looked who was next to me and saw Terri looking at me. I backed as far into the corner as I could and stammerred.
“Your name is Greg, right?” she asked. “Y…yeah.” I replied. She rested her hand on mine. “Greg I want to talk to you about the other day.” I felt my face burn red. Obviously she could tell because she said “Don’t be embarassed. I know that you’ve been looking at me.” She smiled at me and I felt my face become less red. “I’ll tell you a secret. Do you know what I have for the last class of the day?” I shook my head. “I…I never see you during the day, only on the bus.” I replied. “Well, then you wouldn’t know what I usually wear.” Saying this, she reached into her backpack and pulled out a regular t-shirt. It looked like some sort of hiddeous demon thats goal was to hide boobs. I looked up at her quizically. “I wear this most of the day, and since my last class is gym, I change into a low-cut shirt instead of my usual shirts.” She must have seen I was confused and added “I usually don’t like guys staring at my boobs. I only wear low-cut shirts because I noticed that you liked them, and, well, I kinda like you.” She was the one blushing now. I just sat there dumbfounded. She wore them for me? And other times she wore that hiddeous thing? This must be a dream. I looked at her. She looked back at me, her ice-blue eyes looking nervous, almost like she would cry. I smiled at her. “You…You really do this just for me?” She nodded. “I’ve always wanted you to like them, so I do my best. Wednesday was amazing. Were you thinking about me?” I looked at her and wondered if she realized how I felt. “Of course I was. There is nobody else as beautiful as you and nobody else that I would rather think about.” When I said this, she smiled. “In that case, would you like to feel them?” I felt my mouth drop open. I thought I would faint. “Are you serious?” She smiled and replied “Of course!” She moved closer to me and grabber my hands, pulling them towards her, and placing them on her breasts. I had never felt anything like it. As she removed her hands, I fondled the clothed part, then I slowly moved my hands upwards. Just as I was about the feel her bare breasts, the bus stopped. I looked out the window and saw my house. I looked up at Terri, and she said “Don’t worry. We’ll finish where we left off on monday.” With that, she moved out of my seat and let me out. I walked off the bus, looked back, and I saw Terri pull down her shirt and bare more cleavage then ever through the window. I began to walk back to the house, stopped, then thought to myself “How am I going to make it through the weekend?”

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