Sherry’s Tale II
About six months after I was raped by the Cable Guy I began to feel that I had recovered a lot. I didn’t tell anyone. . . not even my friend Kristin. . . I was afraid that she’d want to report it, that she might even tell my mother, so I kept it to myself. She did notice that I was quiet for a while, but didn’t ask. My mother was too preoccupied with her job and night life to notice much. She didn’t think it unusual when I didn’t speak to her much for a month or so.
Eventually I healed, physically. My vagina no longer felt bruised, and my rear was no longer sore from my rapist’s beatings. I did have bad dreams for a few months. At first, after my bruises had gone, and all evidence of my rape washed away, it was sometimes hard to believe that it ever happened. But, a bad dream would bring it all back. . . that man’s penis ramming into me, the fierce beatings to my rear, the bitter salty taste of his semen spurting into my mouth smeared with my lipstick.
But even this ended. About a year after being raped I began seeing a new guy, secretly, on those dates with Kristin and her boyfriend. He really seemed to like me. This erased many of the bad dreams, and the memory of being raped was no longer the first thought on my mind. His affections were real, and I wasn’t afraid when he touched me.
One night with him things went a little further than we intended, but even that was all right. I was spending the weekend at Kristin’s, as I often did when mom was likely to bring some guy home for the night. It just happened that Kristin’s parents were gone also, so we had the house to ourselves. Well, of course our boyfriends came over, and one thing led to another. . . Kristin and her guy went off to another room, leaving me alone with my boyfriend. I wasn’t concerned, I had no fear that he’d hurt me. It actually felt good when he put his arm round me and kissed my cheek. I turned to him and kissed him on the lips. He gradually leaned back, pulling me gently on top of him, as I kept my lips pressed to his. I did have a few fears rise in me, some bad memories, but I wanted this guy to keep liking me, so I suppressed them and kept kissing him. It really was very different from getting raped. . . he was gentle, and it felt good to be on top of him, I didn’t feel trapped.
I sat up, still straddling him. My lipstick was smeared on his mouth, and he breathed deeply as he reached up to stroke my breasts. My heart skipped a bit when he did this, but it was so different from my rapist’s bruising grasps that I let him do it, and my fear subsided.
Suddenly a warm, intense feeling welled up inside me. I felt my vagina get moist, and more than anything I wanted to make this guy happy. But, I wanted no chance of getting pregnant. I don’t know why I did this, I hardly remember thinking at all, but slowly I slid off of him onto the floor, and knelt between his knees as he sat on the couch. I stroked the bulge in his crotch, and gradually undid his belt and unzipped his pants. It felt so different, doing this of my own will instead of being forced, that I was actually glad to do something for this special guy, to make him feel good. His hard penis popped out as I pulled his underwear down, and he moaned and breathed harder as I wrapped my lips around it and began to slide it in and out of my mouth. Breathing even harder, he reached down to squeeze my breasts, and I felt a tingle through my entire body.
So this is what good sex is like, I thought. He wasn’t holding my head down, no force at all. I was a bit apprehensive about how it would end though, a memory of the rapist spurting into my mouth suddenly returned, but I didn’t want to make a mess on Kristin’s furniture, so I just accepted it.
It wasn’t very long before he began moaning louder and breathing harder. He suddenly tensed up, and I felt his penis begin throbbing between my lips as he spurted into my mouth. I jumped a little, but kept my lips squeezed around his penis as it throbbed several times, each time spurting out a little less of that fluid.
After a few moments it stopped, and not knowing what else to do, I swallowed it. Looking up at him I smiled, and he seemed very content and satisfied. I was glad to be able to do something for him and not let these old fears prevent me.
His penis was now getting smaller, just a bit of my lipstick remaining as evidence.
We didn’t say much the rest of the evening, just lay there on the couched, clutched to each other sort of half-asleep.
After a while Kristin and her boyfriend returned from whatever they were doing, and a little while later they both left for the night. Immediately Kristin and I began to talk, and I actually told her what I had done. She was amazed, she had always thought me more reserved. Ordinarily, I would have been. I was even more amazed at what she told me. . . that she let her boyfriend "go all the way." To her surprise (and mine, a bit,) I said I was thinking about letting my boyfriend do it with me also. We spent most of the night discussing these things, she giving me all sorts of advice how to do it the "first time" (I still hadn’t told her about the rape).
A few days later my mother was out for the evening. A bit unusual, in that it wasn’t the weekend. On weekends I expected it, and usually made plans to be elsewhere. But with no notice she hit the bars on a Tuesday, and I found myself alone in the house. I called Kristin, but she was out with her boyfriend, so I was alone for the night, as mom probably wouldn’t be home until very late, if at all.
Mostly I sat in front of the television. I was hoping that mom wouldn’t bring some guy home with me there. . . she’d done that before.
Toward midnight I went upstairs to bed. Within an hour I heard someone downstairs. Fearing that mom brought some guy back, I listened at my door. I heard no voices, so I figured mom was alone, and went back to bed.
A few minutes later I heard my door open. Mom did this sometimes to see if I was home. . . she still thought I might start running around and become a slut like her. I lay still and pretended to be asleep, I didn’t much want to talk to her now.
Suddenly I felt a great weight fall on top of me, a hand clamped over my mouth to muffle my surprised cry. Fear shot through me as I heard a familiar voice say "ready for some more you little whore?"
Roughly he rolled me onto my back as he straddled my waist, bruising my wrists as he held my arms down. His lips pressed against mine. . . "Mbbml noo get off me. . . " I tried to scream through his forced kiss.
"NOOO! STOP! STOP IT! HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME!" I screamed when he sat up for a moment, but the sharp pain of his hand hitting my face quickly silenced me.
"My mom will be back soon," I tried to tell him, but he replied with another painful slap, saying, "no she won’t, she’s fucking some friends of mine tonight."
Probably true, I thought, as I began to shake and cry at the fear of being raped again. I had just begun to feel as if I might someday recover from it.
"Just get it over with," I thought as he pulled up my nightshirt and began squeezing my breasts. I didn’t struggle much. . . the first time I was raped, resisting only made it last longer, and gave me more pain. I cried and lay still as he sucked my nipples and bruised my breasts, forced my legs apart and pressed his pelvis against mine. He already had his pants off, and I felt his hard penis through my underwear.
He reached down and pulled off my underwear. Still crying, I lay still. "Just do it and leave," I thought. He hesitated a moment, looking at me. Then he fell on top of me, grabbing my hair to keep my head still while he forced his lips against mine. I felt his penis against my labia, probing, pushing, until it found the opening. My entire body involuntarily tensed as I felt the tip of his penis pressing against my dry vagina.
"Ehhhn owooo uh uh uhhhh," I moaned in pain as he forced his penis into me. He entered more easily this time because I was no longer a virgin, but it still hurt a lot.
He then began thrusting into me, ramming his penis in and out of my vagnia. "Uh, engnh, eh, huh, uhh, uh," I whimpered with each thrust. "Keep going, don’t slow down," I thought, knowing that the faster he went the sooner he’d be gone.
Soon he began moaning louder and thrusting faster. His body tensed up as he held me by the hair and pressed his lips hard against mine.
"Aiiee!" I yelped as he gave a final hard push, shoving his penis into me as far as he could.
"MMMM Ohoooo" he moaned as he continued to kiss me, his body twitching as I felt his penis convulsing in me, spurting his warm sticky semen into my vagina.
A final stab of pain shot through my pelvis as he abruptly pulled out his penis, and I felt his semen dripping out my vagina onto the bed.
"Good, he’s done," I thought, relieved that it was over so quickly. Wasting no time, he found his pants and got dressed.
I just lay there with my head turned toward the wall, crying silently. I didn’t want to see him at all, just waited for him to leave.
Then the room was quiet, and he was nowhere to be seen. I got up slowly and headed for the bathroom to wash. I scrubbed my entire body, as hard as I could, for what seemed to be hours, though I knew that it really wasn’t that long. Not bothering to dress, I left the bathroom for the hallway to go back to my room.
The instant I left the bathroom someone grabbed me and threw me to the floor. I was too shocked to react, didn’t even have time to cry out as another man held me down and began kissing my forcefully.
He stopped for a moment and said "heard you were a good little fuck, thought I’d give you a try."
Nausea swept through my entire insides as I realized that it wasn’t over, that two men had come this time, and I was going to be raped yet again. Now I began crying uncontrollably. . . "Nooo,god no please, not again, please don’t, please stop, leave me alone. . .
"Aieee!" I yelped as he slapped me. God no, I thought it was over. . .
"Get over here!" he snapped as he dragged me back to my room. I felt dizzy, don’t think I could have made it there anyway if he hadn’t dragged me. He pulled me to the bed and sat me on the floor leaning upright against it, while he stood over me and began to take off his pants. Crying, begging "please don’t, don’t. . . " I watched in despair as he stepped out of his pants and pulled off his underwear, his erect penis pointing straight at my face.
Again I thought "Just get it over with." But I instinctively turned my head as he pushed his penis in my face. . .
"Aieoow!" I cried as he slapped me again. Can’t stop it, I told my self, you know that, just let him finish and leave as soon as he can. . .
But he didn’t start right away. Rummaging through my dressing table, he found one of my lipsticks and began smearing it around my mouth.
"Need you to look like a real cocksucker," he said as he smeared it round my mouth over and over. I didn’t bother to struggle, he’d only beat me more.
Tossing my lipstick aside, he grabbed my hair and forced his penis between my lips. I could taste the lipstick mingled with his salty sweat. Slowly he pulled my face to his crotch, pushing his penis as far into my mouth as it would go. I began to gag as I felt its tip pressing the back of my throat, but that lasted only a moment. He then began sliding his penis in and out of my mouth, slowly and steadily.
"Squeeze your lips together" he ordered, and I did it. Anything to get it over with. His penis was getting red lipstick streaks along the shaft, as he moaned and began to go faster.
It didn’t take long for him to climax. His body tensed, and his penis throbbed as it spurted into my mouth. Not wanting to anger him and take any more beating, I squeezed my lips around it, waiting for the last drops to squirt out before swallowing. "That should get him out of here," I thought, certain that it was now all over.
"Get it all down!" he ordered. "I’ll knock the shit out of you if you leave a single drop. . ."
"MMMNGNNN" . . . one last slap hit my face. Keeping his penis in my mouth, I ran my tongue around it to make sure I had gotten it all, and squeezed it with my hand, from base to tip, so that all of his fluid dripped into my mouth. I then swallowed again.
Finally he stepped back. I felt a bit of relief as he put his pants on and went out the door. . .
. . but he’d hardly left before yet another guy leaped on top of me.
"NOOOO! GOD NO!!! MAKE IT STOP!" I howled in despair. How long was this night going to last?
This guy wasted no time. He threw me to the floor, but turned me on to my stomach. What’s he doing, I thought? Through the corner of my eye I saw him looking through my dressing table, and I thought "is this guy another lipstick freak?" but was baffled when he grabbed a bottle of baby oil.
Too dazed to struggle, I lay on the floor, crying quietly, vainly pleading "please don’t please please don’t. . . " while he took off his pants. Still, I wondered why he just left me there on my stomach.
"NOOO! GOD NO!! NOT THAT!" I screamed as he spread my buttocks with his hands and squirted the baby oil on my butt. Frantically I began to struggle, to flail, but a sharp pain to the back of my head silenced me, as he stuffed some sort of cloth into my mouth and tied it round my head.
"MMblleellnomm" I tried to scream through the gag as the tip of his penis pressed against my rectum, dripping with the baby oil.
"MMMMMNNNGMMBBBBNOOO" I screamed louder as his penis slowly entered my rear, the pain shooting through my entire pelvis.
"MMMNNGN MMNGIMNG MNEHMNERER" I cried into the gag, as each thrust ripped into me.
"UMMUHH MMM UNGNNG MUUM ENGNH HMNNGN JGNEMMN PLBMOBBPT" I screamed into the gag, but not enough for anyone to hear.
Faster and faster he thrusted. "God no, stop, you’re killing me" I tried to yell, to no avail. I began to feel faint as he continued to rape me, hoping I might pass out and have him gone by the time I woke up.
Not so fortunate. I remained awake, fully aware, as I felt his penis get even harder as each painful thrust pierced my rear.
Once again I felt his body tense up as his penis began to throb, and I felt the warm spurts of his semen into my rectum.
I don’t remember him leaving. All I remember is laying on the floor the rest of the night, crying uncontrollably, too dizzy to get up, wondering if anyone else was going to rape me.
Author of this rape story is: Selwyn.
