
NotoriousLoser
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"I was raped by a cousin nine years older than me when I was fourteen years old. We found ourselves alone in the basement of his house. He gave me whiskey, which I had never drunk before. And soon he was all over me.
I tried to stop him, but I had not yet been introduced to Martial Arts. He was about two hundred fifty pounds of pure muscle — a gym hound.
He put his hand over my mouth and told me to shut the fuck up.
And he fucked me.
I closed my eyes and waited for it to be over. About five minutes later I started cumming. I couldn’t stop it. I tried to stop it. I mean, I really came, for like a minute — it was like that holy grail of vaginal orgasm that I’ve never really experienced since. I think my loud moaning gave away the farm. I saw him smile.
He took his hand away from my mouth, as though this had proved something to him — that it wasn’t a rape. And that I couldn’t scream for help now.
I guess I believed him. The last few minutes were more like sex than rape. It’s hard to believe, I actually put my arms around him. I kissed him. Ugggggh!
I vowed to avoid him for the rest of my life. My family was often scornful of me for missing certain get togethers where he might be in attendance.
I just couldn’t see him again."
I tried to stop him, but I had not yet been introduced to Martial Arts. He was about two hundred fifty pounds of pure muscle — a gym hound.
He put his hand over my mouth and told me to shut the fuck up.
And he fucked me.
I closed my eyes and waited for it to be over. About five minutes later I started cumming. I couldn’t stop it. I tried to stop it. I mean, I really came, for like a minute — it was like that holy grail of vaginal orgasm that I’ve never really experienced since. I think my loud moaning gave away the farm. I saw him smile.
He took his hand away from my mouth, as though this had proved something to him — that it wasn’t a rape. And that I couldn’t scream for help now.
I guess I believed him. The last few minutes were more like sex than rape. It’s hard to believe, I actually put my arms around him. I kissed him. Ugggggh!
I vowed to avoid him for the rest of my life. My family was often scornful of me for missing certain get togethers where he might be in attendance.
I just couldn’t see him again."