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I had asked him for it. He was big. I was held up, my legs completely going limp, my body becoming limp with the shock. I was flung to the ground, dazed, reeling from the blow — my face was numb from the sudden force applied to my cold cheek. Shivering, holding onto him Sex stories for girls more tears.

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It would never go away, never. Fear strikes deep into my soul.

I tucked my coat around myself, trying to hide myself, quickening my steps. He Naked baby sitters, dropped the bottle he had and slapped my face with the back of his hand. Oh god! Then he entered me. Taking a deep breath, not breaking my stride, I ignored it.

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I lay there, spread open for all of them to see, in shock and pain, wishing that I was dead, when he stood, his softening appendage shrinking in the cold night air. I never Cheating wife lost everything the same. I looked at him closely for the first time. Someone with the drive to ring the bell.

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All of this registered in a instant and I realized that I was about to be raped, or killed.

Someone else grabbed my legs, holding them firmly together. They were reeking of it. I tried to open my mouth but there were no words.

I dug the fingernails of my free hand into his wrist. You must be logged in to post a comment. Fear works only when you are alone…. With his friends. Then they became aware of me. Me eyes were closed, I was cringing on the ground. He was on top of me now and Boobs butt or shoulder game could feel my backside being pounded into the rough gravel and my legs being scrapped repeatedly against the rough ground as he used me.

As I felt this strange man inside of me, smelled his sweat, heard him grunting with each thrust.

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He grabbed my skirt, savagely tearing it as he ripped it off of me. I was ashamed, humiliated. I gasped, tears rolling down my cheeks, Vichy shower nude his breath upon my neck, smelling the awful gut-wrenching smell of beer, being crushed by his chest.

Tears sprang to my eyes. Thinking of how the day had been, of work and my classes and my parents and friends. I opened my mouth, a small protest escaping my lips.

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Fingertips ran through my pubic hair, pulling cruelly. My mind drifted, stopping on this, pausing on that.

I wondering at the terror I was feeling. Why oh why me?

I was limp, still dazed and he tossed me to two of his friends. Panties went just as quick, a little more painfully, and then I was open to him. Lyrica twin sister harsh braying of the bell sharply woke me from my woolgathering.

What did I do? I trudged under the arches, a brief glimmering smile at their legend, and tucked my head against the whipping wind. I was surprised that someone else was awake at this time of night.

Tears well up, I remember the smell. The smell… the awful smell… How could I remain with my boyfriend after this?

I stood unsteadily, feeling fluid running down my inner thighs, not knowing it was his sperm or my blood, but too afraid to look. As I neared it, I could rape the alcohol. Nodding yes, I wanted it, I knew that and he knew it and his friends knew it. Cock punishment stories was all a hazy dream, thinking of my bed, which was calling out to me from the distance.

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