From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Van Sex (MF, anal, rape?)
Date: 5 Jul 1996 17:24:25 GMT

			       Van Sex

	You know what happened to me the other night? I went out
drinking with Jill, a friend of mine, and we ran into some guys we
know. We sat around drinking and talking for a long time. I don't
drink much, and after a while I was really, really drunk and feeling
funny. I suspect that there was something potent other than alcohol in
that drink.

	I asked Jill to take me home, but she asked me to wait. In a
few minutes I realized that I couldn't move a muscle, not even to open
my eyes. Jill looked at me and said, "Oh, shit! Karen's passed out
cold. Well, I've got to take her home. Help me get her to the car."

	Jill wasn't exactly sober herself. She wasn't far from joining
me collapsed in a chair. I was hoping she wouldn't try to drive, but I
didn't want to stay here.

	Finally one of the guys suggested that they drive us home. One
guy would take Jill's car and take her home. The other guy would take
me home in his van, then drive over to pick up his friend. Had Jill
not been drunk, she wouldn't take these strangers up on their offer,
but not wanting to wake up her brother to come get us, she agreed. I
didn't like this idea, but I had no way of expressing my opinion.

	One of the guys picked me up in his arms and walked out
carrying me. He put me in the back of his van, and we drove off.

	After he had driven for about twenty minutes, he tried to wake
me up.

	After about five minutes he gave up trying. He drove for about
ten minutes more, and I knew I was in trouble. He turned off his
engine, and it was real quiet. No city noises, just crickets chirping.
We were out in the middle of absolutely nowhere. I felt a hand on my
thigh as my dress was raised up over my waist. He gasped. I cursed
myself for having worn the sheer pink panties I had on. You could see
every hair, every detail of my pussy through them. Maybe he would just
look, jerk off, then take me home.

	No such luck. I felt his hands slide down my hips as he took
my panties and pulled them down to my ankles and off my feet. Then I
felt both hands on my thighs as he spread them apart as far as they
would go. I still hoped he would get his rocks off by looking.

	But then I felt his fingers spread my pussy lips. I hoped he
wouldn't stick anything in me, because my twat was bone dry. All he
was doing, though, was rubbing my clit. I could take that if he didn't
get too heavy handed.

	Although I was paralysed, my body responded. I felt my cunt
get wet and my clit begin to get stiff. That was great. My body had as
much as given him a written invitation.

	After he had me good and wet, he stuck two fingers in my hole,
twisted them around, and started finger-fucking me while he continued
to massage my clit. This wasn't as bad as I dreaded. My juices had me
good and wet, so I was lubricated for his fingers.

	The finger-fucking continued forever, it seemed like. He kept
thrusting and jamming his fingers in me. Then he added another finger,
then another. I would be sore in the morning, not from the friction,
but he was stretching the hell out of me. I wouldn't have thought I
could take three fingers, much less four. I was just hoping he
wouldn't go overboard and try to go all the way with five fingers and
try to fist-fuck me.

	Finally I felt the first tingle of an orgasm building. My body
was betraying me. I didn't want this, I didn't want his fingers in me,
and I most certainly didn't want an orgasm from it. No luck, however.
I felt a wrenching wave emanate from my twat and radiate over my whole
body. Before that wave had dissipated, another one came, then another
and another. Each wave was stronger than the one before. Such orgasms
normally would have had me screaming and gasping, but I still couldn't
so much as twitch a muscle.

	Finally, the last orgasm rolled over me. I thought I would
blow my ovaries out through my tightly filled fuckhole.

	I'll have to admit, though, his timing was perfect. At the
precise moment of my last orgasm, he withdrew his fingers with a
sucking popping noise. My hole felt cold on the inside! My cunt had
been stretched so wide that it didn't close when he pulled his fingers
out. My pussy was ruined for life.

	I hoped he was finally finished with me, but boy, was I wrong!
I hadn't thought of the point that, with both hands busy on my cunt,
he hadn't had the chance to get his own rocks off. He rolled me over
onto my stomach, spread my legs, and slid a cushion under my hips. My
asshole was exposed this way, what with my ass cheeks spread. I felt a
little insistent prod at my asshole, which was good and tight.  But I
felt something push past the initial tightness and slide its way easily
into my rectum. It had to be his finger, greased with something.

	After he wiggled his finger in my ass and finger-fucked me for
a few seconds, I realized what he was doing. He was greasing me up
for something big. I had never had any guy express any interest in my
ass before. And except for one incident in my childhood when, out of
curiousity, I stuck my own finger in my ass during a night-time
exploration, I was an anal virgin. I figured that was about to end.

	I guess I was no longer fearing or hoping anything except that
I could take his dick or whatever he was going to stick up my ass. I
just wanted him to hurry and finish up without hurting me and take me
on home. I felt his weight on my back, and felt something huge poking
at my anus. It spread my tight little hole wider and wider. I thought
that I would split wide open, but surprisingly enough, his pole just
slipped right in. His grease job worked well enough, but he was huge,
though. I thought he would never quit sliding in his rod. He was going
deeper and deeper. Why couldn't he have a little dinky prick like all
the guys I've ever been in the sack with?

	Finally, I felt his hips slam against my ass cheeks. That
meant he was all the way in. I guessed now my cunt wasn't the only
thing stretched out of shape.

	The bad part was, I liked it! Like I said, I was an anal
virgin. I never thought that there could be any pleasure in getting
rammed from behind like this.

	After a couple of slow strokes, he started pumping with a
vengeance. His balls slapped against my cunt. Although I had expected
the tightness of my ass to make this painful, it didn't happen. The
reaming I was getting didn't hurt at all.

	As a matter of fact, like I said, I was starting to get to
like anal sex. My body was beginning to flood with a warm, deliciously
full feeling. His tool easily slid in and out. I was getting jostled
and shaken with each stroke, getting shoved across the floor of his
van. If I could have moved, I don't think I would have. I was afraid
if I moved, it WOULD hurt.

	Finally, as luck would have it, just as I felt the first
twinges of my first anal orgasm begin to develop, he groaned, jammed
his tool into my ass, held it in and tried to grind it in even deeper,
pulling on my hips the whole time. I felt his pole spasming, hosing my
bowels down with his gush of come.

	Then he just relaxed and lay on top of me. His prick softened,
shrank, and whatever residual tightness my violated ass had left
squeezed him out. I was frustrated with this. I had changed my mind
about an orgasm.

	As little as I wanted this anal rape, I would have at least
liked to have gotten an orgasm from it.

	He finally put my clothes back on me, and took me home. He put
me on my bed at my apartment, clothes and all still on me. One thing,
though. Before he left, he raised my skirt, reached down in my
panties, stuck his fingers between m cuntlips, and gave my clit one
last caress.

	I fell asleep shortly after that.

	When I woke up the next morning, I remembered my anal pleasure
and my anal almost orgasm. I finished myself off, anally speaking,
with a huge dildo Jill gave me as a gag gift. I use that dildo in my
ass a lot now. I have seen the light of anal sex!