I was raped by two black boys on my way home from school.
This is the story of my first sex and my life following it, and I think you will like the gif with it.
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My family had money and was important around town. I guess that made me think I was important, too. I never had close friends. Some other girls hung with me and said that they were my friends, but only because I had money to spend. I treated everyone like they were nothing to me and were below my status.
I was in grade 10-, and one-day Mom could not pick me up after school. I was pissed about it but did not have a choice, so I rode my multi-speed bike to school. It was about the first multi-speed bike that anyone in the whole school had. Bikes that shifted gears were the new thing and were very expensive.
After school let out, I had to ride thru downtown to get to our neighborhood. Suddenly two black boys stepped out in front of me and grabbed my bike. They looked to be just a little older than me. I was sure that they were going to steal my bike. After, all blacks are crooks and thieves and degenerates. Right? I did not have any black friends. I had never even talked to any of the blacks that went to my school, and there were quite a few of them.
I did not know either of them. They dragged me and my bike into an alley. I was going to let them take the bike. Daddy could buy me a new, even better one. I did not put up a fight.
They dropped my bike to the ground, grabbed my wrist and dragged me into a closed store. That is when I started screaming but my mouth was quickly covered by a big black hand. I struggled, but I was no match for them.
They threw me on the floor. One of them held me down while the other one ripped my blouse open, sending buttons flying and releasing my 34-C breasts. Then he lifted my short skirt and ripped my silk panties off my body and tossed them aside. I knew what they were planning. I struggled but could not stop them.
The first one stripped off his clothes. I saw his naked black body and his big black cock, as it was rapidly hardening. It was the biggest cock I had ever seen. I was a virgin but had seen a lot of cocks, including my father’s. Ever since I was a toddler, in the summer, we spent a week at a nudist camp, on a private lake in the forest. I grew up being comfortable being around naked people, but I always rejected the boys and men who tried to be the first to have sex with me.
Without any hesitation or concern for me, he pushed between my legs, held his cock to my natural blond hair covered hole, and rammed his prick, balls deep in me with one hard thrust. I screamed with fear, horror and pain as he ripped thru my cherry. I was being raped by a black thug, and he was not even wearing a condom.
I cried and begged for him to stop, but he had no intention of stopping till he was finished having his way with my body. I heard him say to his partner, “Fuck, this stupid white slut has the tightest cunt I have ever fucked. You’re gonna love it.”
He raped me for over ten minutes. The pain stopped, but the humiliation didn’t. I was being fucked by a black cock. If anyone ever found out, my life would be ruined. Probably my mother and father would suffer the towns scorn too. No desirable white guy would ever want to marry me.
Finally, after what felt like forever, he climaxed. I felt his cock swell and his hot, wet black seed splash inside of me. I cried even harder. He pulled out but was immediately replaced by the second guy. He had stripped while I was being raped by the first black guy. I could see that his equipment was just as big as the first cock that had raped me.
The second cock slid into of my semen filled body. This time there was not the sharp pain that having my hymen ripped apart caused. While my second rapist pleasured himself in my vagina, the first one brought his cock to my face, his efforts and threats failed to get me to open my mouth. He then wiped his cum and blood covered manhood all over my face. He stepped back and watched his friend fuck me to conclusion. I had given up and just lay there and let him do his worse to me.
After several minutes, I was shocked that it was starting to feel good. I noticed that I had started raising my hips to match his thrusts. Before he brought me to an orgasm, which I had started to look forward to, he dumped his load in me and pulled out. My mind shouted, “No. Don’t stop now. I’m almost there.” The two of them had filled me with more cum than I could hold, and it poured out of my cunt, onto the floor. He reached between my legs and scooped some up. He wiped it on his cock and rubbed his cock over my face, like the first guy had done.
I lay on the cold floor, sobbing, as the two of them dressed and left me there. I was in shock and my insides hurt. I sat up and reached for my ripped panties. I used them to clean myself as best I could and tossed them away. My clothes were a mess, as was my hair and my face. I pulled my skirt down to cover my naked and abused bottom. I held my top together with one hand so my breasts were not exposed and showing the bite marks. Black man’s cum was still dripping down my legs.
When I left the building, I saw that they had, indeed, taken my bike. I walked home with the cool evening air blowing against my naked bottom. If anyone had noticed me, they would have been able to tell that I was not walking normally.
I made it home and into my room without being noticed, I hurried into my attached private bathroom and ran a hot bath. I threw my messed-up clothes into the hamper, except for my blouse. In addition to the buttons being missing, it had gotten ripped. I pushed it to the bottom of the trash and covered it. I stayed in the tub and cleansed my abused body for a half hour. Twice I had to add more hot water as the tub was getting cold.
I did not go to the hospital or report the rape to the police. I did not even tell my parents. It would have been catastrophic for me and my family, if it had gotten out that I had been fucked by multiple black men.
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For the next four years, I lead a very quiet life, staying very much to myself and my thoughts.
Eventually, my parents almost forced me to start dating a guy who was a couple years older than me. They thought we would be a perfect couple. He was the son of the governor of the neighboring state.
We dated for a year. As often as he tried to have sex with me, I always turned him down. He was far from being a virgin. I think he was still getting some from other girls while we were going together, but I never caught him. With strong encouragement from both of our families, at the end of the year, he proposed, and I accepted. We had a large, fancy wedding.
When he fucked me on our wedding night, I am sure that he was curious why I did not have any pain or virgin blood or did much more than just lay there. He came to feel that I was somewhat frigged. I allowed him to fuck me whenever he wanted with his average five and a half inch, broom handle thick manhood, which was often, but he never brought me to an orgasm, and I never instigated sex.
Little did he know that every time he was pushing his dick in and out of me, I was thinking about the feeling of those two big black cocks that had violently raped me, brought me to the edge of delight and then left me hanging.
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