hisrachelle:

By the time I got tot the tenth grade in school, I’d already
was know as the school slut because I’d let the guys feel me up and I give them
hand jobs and sometimes suck them off, but had not yet had vaginal sex. That
change on afternoon. I’d had a crush on an older boy, a senior, and he noticed
me (gasp!) and he invited me over to his house one afternoon, abstemiously to
study, but we both knew better. Soon enough he had his hands down my panties
and I was stroking his cock. He began to get positioned between my legs, and I
began to struggle, “No, I wasn’t ready”, but he persisted. So much bigger and stronger,
he could do what he wanted and he kept telling me things like, “You little
whore, you know you want it.” And “What did you expect when you tease.” Those
were just the beginning of his verbal abuse; I was a cunt, a whore, a bitch,
and on and on. He didn’t bother to take my panties off, just pulled them aside
pushed is cock into me, I screamed but he’d had his hand over my mouth and
besides, no one else was home at the time.

It didn’t take him long to cum, and when he was done, he was
done with me, telling me to get the fuck out before his parents came home. He
said he didn’t want them to see that he’d brought a slut into their house. I
got pushed out the door and had to walk home with his cum oozing out of my sore
and bruised pussy. I felt as if everyone who saw me knew that I’d just been
fucked, that I was whore just like he said, and I felt ashamed and stupid for
what I’d gotten myself into. When I got home, I went upstairs and, in the
bathroom, washed myself. My mother came up and saw that I was upset and in a
rush I told her the whole story. She didn’t have much sympathy, she said she
knew about me fooling around with my brothers and well what did I expect,
asking for it like that?