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in the direction of his groin and saw the rhythm of the thighs of my young rapist rhythmically moving, pushing forward the bloody and brilliant penis, which disappeared between my legs, penetrating into me. The picture I saw was extremely unpleasant to me. I understood that my virgin blood was blushing on his penis, that he glitters from my juices, that he enters my already not virgin cave, making me a full-fledged woman. But my body enjoyed the pain and sensation of a moving male member into the vagina, because, just recently, the aching heaviness, tormenting him, quickly passed away, replaced by a feeling of fullness and satisfaction.
The movements of Vlad's member intensified, he raised himself, and I felt his cock become just stone and suddenly began to pulsate, pouring something hot into me. His penis pulsed in me for some time, then Vlad pulled it out, and I felt a place inside me being made free. The feeling of emptiness, where it was always, and therefore it was not felt, was strange, but it was replaced by a feeling of sexual saturation, when I suddenly realized that Vlad had finished with me.
As I continued to lay with my legs thrown over, I knew from textbooks that this is the most effective position for fertilization, that it is in this position that the ejaculant, that is, the sperm, enters the uterus better. And since nobody was in a hurry to untie me, I understood that all Vlad's fluid, which was probably very much, had just entered my preheated uterus, right in the middle of the cycle.
While I was in anatomical and biological reflections, Roman jumped up with a member already standing and headed to shove him into my torn cave, but Vlad stopped him: “Stand! Enough with her! Now there wasn’t enough just any more infections to transmit to each other! ”Roman offendedly left the bed, stuffing his instrument into his shorts. Vlad came up to me and, taking the scissors from the next bedside table, cut off the ropes that bound me, and took out the gag. Having received the long-awaited freedom, I remained lying on the bed, curled up and cried. Leaving me crying, everyone left the room. I regretted about half an hour, I decided to act. She got up, cleaned off the remnants of her discharge, blood and sperm with a towel, collected a blood-stained sheet in a wad and went to her counselor's room. An hour later, I was driving home on the bus, leaving a resignation letter on the director’s desk.
I did not tell anyone about what happened in the camp, I had never heard of the fate of the children who mocked me. For some reason on the Internet, I did not find links to videos or photos with me. After three months, I realized that I was pregnant. Parents were shocked. I did not even think whether to leave the child or not. I was still when Vlad's seminal fluid only came to me, and when I realized that I could probably get pregnant, I decided for myself that I would leave the child, even when conceived by force and vile. I will bring up his best man than his father.
Three years have already passed, and my negative experiences associated with that event have already been dulled. Of course, I remember how painful and embarrassing it was, how I was burned with tears of resentment and fear. But now, when my spiritual and cramped wounds have almost healed, I don’t so unequivocally remember those events. The teenagers who mocked and raped me, of course, were rascals, but their parents or their absence and society made them. Lust, greed, the desire to immediately receive everything that I wanted were characteristic for them, as well as for me, naivety, pedantry, arrogance and the lack of sincere tolerance. For which I was punished, even in such a cruel way. When I stay in the silence of my apartment, and my boy is sleeping, and erotic dreams and dreams are rolling over me, I, blue tension, scrolls through my head, again and again, those events, imagining how I was tied and raped by several men again.Since this was my first and only sexual experience, when I tried, sometimes, met another man, and he, wanting, of course, to do what was best, was gentle and affectionate with me, it repelled me, not allowing me to continue the relationship. Expecting strength and rudeness from men, I cautiously began to treat kind and sympathetic representatives of the stronger sex, thinking that it was their mask. In addition, I noticed that I like only very young men, with a fluff on their lips and an excited gleam in their eyes.
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A good, fit story, although there are quite a few letters - but still mastered. We are waiting for more!
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and no one fuck you right now
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I BELIEVE! I believe every word. It really was.
To author Katerina (by nickname) and her beta to Maxim Perepelits who provided us with a wonderful account of the events of the past years, a huge thanks. Written very competently, psychologically seasoned and very realistic. Respect you guys. 10+.
I would like to turn to the heroine of the story (if readdressing is possible) - believe - you will meet the man of your dreams and he will be exactly as you imagined him, just need to search, try, and not put a fat cross on your sex life. Good luck to you!
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Fuck, there's a psychologist here. A group of drunken teenagers raped a virgin (!), Fertilized and humiliated.
"So that some sort of ruled me commanded"
Virginity today is not in the price? In the price of slut fucking in grade 10 as drunken roadside sluts?
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You did not understand, I respect not the gross group rape of a virgin (to which I myself am an ardent opponent), but the transfer of emotions, resentment and the hopelessness of the position of the GG. The story itself is aimed at the psychological component of Catherine, and this, you see, is fully conveyed. The humiliation of not only human dignity, but also of the sexual part of the girl, is a vehement protest, but the same thing happened - a fact. And the fact that she did not complain is also quite understandable. The only thing that is in doubt is the decision to have a child after rape, but even here tolerances are possible (like the fact that she needed a man like Vlad). What is said at the end of the story.
And the price of whores is always known! :)
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In terms of the child. Everything lies on the surface, because if she had an abortion, there would be a risk that she would never give birth. And at the end of the story, rather the fact is that because of moral upheavals, she was drawn to the youths. There are young men who like mature ladies who treat them like sons, like girls with fathers. This is also purely psychologically possible to explain the lack of attention from parents.
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Maxim Perepelitsa, but where did your previous story go from the site? I would like to read the sequel. If not on this site, then where?
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there is a sequel, but the moderators do not expose, referring in one case that my sequel is not a sequel, or they say that there is already such a story ...). The sequel is set out on another site ..
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which site
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When searching the site, you get two identical usernames, with different stories on each. Something from the database of registered users is wrong on the site.
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Since it’s impossible to find through a search, I’ll be grateful if you write the exact address. e-mail:
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To be honest, the story is very similar to the fantasy of a worried lady, it is unlikely all this is true !!!
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Erotic fantasy? May be. True a little crazy. As in the situation and in action.
Who does not agree can check, for example, try to rub the head of a member of the cloth. ;) even wet.
Although, I must pay tribute, it is written smoothly.
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cool story!
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