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Coming of Age - The Hard Way (M-f-teen, rp, inc)
By Angie (a.k.a. poeticgal@aol.com)
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Warning: This is a rape story. My rape story. So, if that kind
of thing freaks you out, then you shouldn't read this. Anyhow,
In short, this is my true story of when I was raped. Actually,
it's a story about a whole lot more. Why am I writing this?
Well, for a few reasons. One reason is because many guys have
asked me about it. Usually I would ignore this question, or
just sidestep the issue, but sometimes I would tell my story.
By telling the story a few times I have seen how this sexual
encounter had (and always will have) an incredible effect on
my sexual outlook. Another reason for writing this is because
I find that many guys are enthralled by this story, so why not
write it down? And since I'm sure mostly guys will read this,
why not write it down the way they want to read it. Lastly, I
feel this is therapeutic, and if not, well, it will at least
be more experience in my pursuit towards journalistic writing.
I was 14 and reasonably independent for my age. As independent
as a 14 year old Philippine girl living in the states could be
anyhow. My parents wouldn't let me date yet, but they would
let me go out with my girlfriends on a rare occasion. This was
going to be one of those occasions. On this weekend, my parents
were going away on a vacation cruise, I forget where or why they
left, but I suspect it was one of those 'love boat' Princess
cruises where they got drunk and fucked each other all weekend
long. Anyhow, I was old enough to fend for myself, but my sister,
Arleen, 10 at the time, wasn't allowed to be home alone.
Before my parents left on their carnal trip, I insisted to them
that I would not be a weekend-long baby-sitter. I was going to
go out on Saturday night no matter what. My parents, driven
by their wanton desire to fuck each other silly on that boat
cruise, realized that they had no choice but to appease me.
This is where Uncle Dean comes into the picture. He had been
my baby-sitter a few times, and Arleen's a few also. So, my
parents asked him to do a huge favor and baby-sit Arleen
Friday and Saturday night. I give my parents some credit for
being smart enough to realize that I would go out both Friday
and Saturday, even though I was asking for only Saturday night.
Everything was going super on that weekend. It was Friday
night, my parents had left Thursday night to start their
belated honeymoon fuck-fest, Uncle Dean was baby-sitting
Arleen, and as my parents suspected, I was out with my friends.
I hung out at my girlfriends house for a while, went shopping,
and like a good little girl, got back home at around 10:00 (my
curfew for that weekend). I knew my parents were gone, and I
could have taken advantage of that to stay out later, but my
Uncle Dean was home, so I had to worry about him snitching on
my arrival time. I was wearing a short mid-riff cut blue blouse,
and a short white mini-skirt. A bit of a tease outfit for that
age, but what the hell, my parents weren't there to see me put
together that ensemble. As I got home, I greeted Uncle Dean.
I easily smelled alcohol on his putrid breath and quickly
dismissed myself to go to sleep. I checked on Arleen, and
found her sound asleep. She always did sleep well.
I went into my room and changed into my sleeping clothes. Before
I knew it, I was sound asleep.
At around 2:00 AM, I was awoken by my Uncle Dean. He was very
drunk, and had an equally drunk friend with him. My Uncle was
caressing my face and telling his friend to see how beautiful
and cute I was. I was sleepy and quickly got mad. I then made
my first mistake, I yelled at my Uncle that he was drunk and
that he should leave my room and take his drunken friend with
him. This is when he startled the hell out of me when he said,
"Angie, I just wanted to show my friend how beautiful you are.
I told him that you're a street whore and have been staring at
my cock all day long." I was completely lost by what he had
said to me. As a Philippine, my mom always said to me that
they're are only two types of girls; the nice, virginal
respectable ones, and the street whores. There was no
in-between. I wasn't a virgin, but I felt that I wasn't a
street whore either, somehow I felt i was the exception to
that Philippino rule. Apparently, my Uncle sure didn't share
my opinion.
I started to tear up and denying that I was a street whore,
but my Uncle insisted that I was and that I have been staring
at his cock all day long and that I was out with my boyfriends
spreading my pussy for them. I cried and told him that he was
totally wrong. I lied and told him that I was a virgin and
have never spread my legs for a man. After a couple of minutes
of this he got mad and insisted I prove it to him by showing
my virginal pussy to him. I had no clue as to what was happening;
all I knew is that in a matter of seconds, my Uncle and his
friend had me naked and were holding me down on the bed. I
wanted to scream, but I was so terrified that I never did, I
just teared and insisted that I was a good girl. Then my Uncle
took off his pants and held his cock over me so I could see his
cock. I didn't know much about cock sizes back then, but now I
can remember that he was about 7" and thick. He sat on my
stomach and kept waving his cock in my face. 'You're a street
whore. You just want me to fuck you, you want my cock. You
slut,' He said to me. I tried to turn away, but his friend
held my face and forced me to look at my Uncles cock. My Uncle
then pinched my tits super hard, so hard that they instantly
poked hard and turned very red and sore. He looked at me and
said, 'Say it.. say it... say it.. say your a street whore.
Say it or I wont get off you."
My nipples hurt so much, my stomach was being crushed by my
Uncle, so I said it. "I'm a street whore. I'm a street whore."
"Good, I know you are. Now I want you to say 10 times. I'm a
slut, I want your cock.'
"NO!!!!" I started to yell, but he reached down and again
pinched my nipples super hard. "I'm a slut, I want your cock.
I'm a slut, I want your cock. I'm a slut, I want your cock.
I'm a slut, I want your cock. I'm a slut, I want your cock.
I'm a slut, I want your cock. I'm a slut, I want your cock.
I'm a slut, I want your cock. I'm a slut, I want your cock.
I'm a slut, I want your cock. I'm a slut, I want your cock.
I'm a slut, I want your cock. I'm a slut, I want your cock.
I'm a slut, I want your cock....." I don't know how many times
I said it, but I kept repeating it...
He finally got off of my stomach and laid down on top of me,
forcing my legs apart with his knees. He looked down at me,
held his cock in his hand and simply said, "Do you have
something to say about this cock?"
"I'm a slut. I want your cock." I said it so naturally, I even
noticed myself thoughtlessly spreading my legs a bit wider for
him. I'm not sure if I was a slut before then, but at that
moment, I turned into one. I had only been fucked twice before
that night, and never forcibly, but for some reason I did want
his cock, and secretly I guess I enjoyed being forced like that.
He put his cock down by my tight pussy, poked around for the
hole, lined it up and then like a drunken sex starved asshole,
shoved his cock deep into my pussy. "AAAAAAaaaaaa.... Aaaaa ..... "
I thought I would yell forever, his cock burned my cunt so bad .
I could feel him driving his hot leaden cock so deep into me,
forcing my tight pussy so wide open. He reached down and lifted
my legs a little and started to pound into me. Oh, God, it hurt
so much... I didn't know what was happening at that moment,
everything was a blur, I had no idea of where or who I was. I
only knew one thing, for some reason I kept repeating, "I'm a
slut, I want your cock. I'm a slut, I want your cock. I'm a slut,
I want your cock." I repeated it over and over again. Finally,
he came in my aching pussy and he let out a huge sigh. I remember
screaming loudly at that exact moment, it wasn't that it hurt
anymore than before, it's just that it felt so good when he
came. I had no clue as to why i had enjoyed that so much.
He got off of me, and I rolled sideways into a little ball, my
hands were laying on my aching pussy. It was so wet. I was so
surprised to feel just how wet it was. I knew some of it was
his cum, but there was more than that. I apparently orgasmed
and didnt know it for what it was. There was just a little blood
and some of his cum and my pussy juice all over my pussy and
hands, and I started to cry again, when I heard another deep
voice, 'Let me fuck her'. It was my Uncle's friends voice. In
all the delirium, pain and confusion I had completely forgotten
about him. As I heard my Uncle laughing, I started to hold my
pussy tighter.
"Do you want him to fuck you? Do you want his cock? Street whore,
do you want his cock?" My Uncle asked me a couple of times as I
just laid there and cried. Then he laughed again and said, "Well,
if she doesn't want you, let's see if Arleen wants you."
"NO! NO! NO! I want him. I want his cock. I want him to fuck me.
I want him to fuck me. I'm the slut, I'm the street whore, not
Arleen. Fuck me, fuck me, please fuck me." I laid back on the
bed, spread my legs open and even reached down with my hands to
my pussy as I begged this stranger whose name I didn't even know
to fuck me. I am still surprised that I said all of that. I
rationalize it by assuming that I did it to protect Arleen, but
now, in retrospect, I don't think that was the only reason.
I laid there as this drunken stranger took his cock out shoved it
in my aching, wet pussy and continued to use me like I was his
street whore. I didn't cry. I just laid there and took it. I
even managed to whisper in his ear, "I'm a slut, I want your cock."
I purposely said it loud enough for my Uncle to hear. I don't know
why I said that. Either I was trying to show some kind of resolve
or strength, or I was trying to show my Uncle that he didn't hurt
me that day, or perhaps, I wanted my Uncle to know that it didn't
have to end that day.
I was a slut, I did want his cock, and it did not end that day.