wish you like reading it and comments are really welcome.
( particular thanks to Arizona1664 for helping me with the english stuff = * )
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It was n't the way I expected it to be, but I do n't repent it. Sometimes thing happen for a reason, good thing and bad thing. Sometimes they just have to happen, both of them, so you can notice who you really are.


Getting older is intemperate. At first you are obsessed with the first kiss, and then you 're obsessed with the first time. But what happens when your friends, all of them the same age as you - 16 - have already had sex and talk insistently about blowjobs, panache, sexual climax and hooey ? At first you think `` darn it, I 'm surrounded by woman of the street ! '' But soon after that you feel out of place. You have to be there, talking about experiences you had, and for that you have to be experienced. So my side by side step was to find a guy to induct me. To make me like the others and, for a girl like me, that was operose to obtain.

Something in me, maybe something my parents did to me while I grew up made me a dissimilar person. My dad a John Major in the regular army and my mother a judge ... My life story had been ruled and watched until I got to high school, but when I obtained freedom I was already too `` damaged '' to enjoy it.

I could n't put up boys of my own age. They looked so ... Stupid ... But it did n't give up me. I knew what I wanted.

Soon, just as we entered vacations, I dated a boy named Paul. He was a marvellous, slim guy, with Robert Brown hair and had the most serious looking I could find.

He seemed really surprised with the clear hazard he had with me, as if he was n't expecting a prospect like that to fall into his lap that way. Everybody used to tell me I was pretty, everybody. short circuit ( 5'2 '' 1/2 ), Helen Wills Moody and a true genius, but pretty. What always made them imagine that I was supposed to be the first to share a bed with someone, thanks to the issue of guys who already asked me out. But it was n't that way.

I was ... Weird. I could n't even she-bop properly. The description my friends gave of an orgasm simply did n't play off with anything I 'd ever experienced.

One day I came to a friend yell, asking her if I was gelid. She said I was n't frigid, I was just stupid. That 's why I love my admirer you know ...

Anyway, we 'd been together for a patch, a hebdomad I guess, and I never hid where I wanted our relationship to go. fondling and groping were more than coarse, and I let him do whatever he wanted, but it did n't serve. He was too respectful and I was too civilised. He always kept saying sweet-smelling things, caressing, taking care of me. And eventually I started to feel bored. Even the good feeling I had while he was touching me was disappearing. All my friends were asking how was it to have sex with Apostle Paul, he was one of the most handsome guys in our course of study after all, and I lied, saying that we were waiting for a special moment. I could n't let them know that he did n't even turn me on.

That 's when it happened. Paul had got his house to himself at the weekend and asked me to sleep with him. A big persona of me, the one who accepted, wanted to go on with that and have a bun in the oven on. But the early part was yelling at me `` Good girl ! Let this goof pop your cherry ! ``

And that was the dominant section when I ran away from him, leaving him half naked in that bed.

It was the unearthly moment of my life, running from a guy that, I knew, was the unspoilt option for me, like he was some kind of monster. He would never forgive me and I 'd probably never forgive myself. It happened that I took my car and I drove away through the night with no destination in mind.


more than two hours after hitting the main road I had the best ( speculative ) estimation of the night. In my school principal I wanted desperately to do something stupid, something that could realise me believe more of what I was doing than what I just did. And there was a bar next to the road so I decided to make a stop, use some charm to get a beer even being underage, and drive ... drinking and listening to some melodramatic music to fit my mood, just like I saw in some movie. Stupid.

But just the walk to the bar brought me a bad feeling. It was in the middle of nowhere and had a crew of uncanny cars and motorcycles parked near, but `` what the Hades ! '' I thought ... I said that I was stupid ?

A sour odour mixed with tobacco filled my anterior naris as I opened the door. The place was filled with the strangest mix of mass I had ever seen. respective of them looked at me, men and fair sex, and I automatically felt intimidated, but I gathered braveness and breathing space and moved on, hearing the auditory sensation of a big discussion going on while crossing to the bartender, as if two pack were starting a fight right there.

But no one seemed to care. So I would n't too. The man behind the counter was a paunchy guy with a mustache, completely tattooed, who stood right in forepart of me soon as the guy rope at the bar moved to let me through.

'' Hey ... Uh ... I want two beers please. '' I said trying to fathom more convinced I could.

It was n't working. He just grinned at me, put his articulatio cubiti at the counter and spoke playfully.

'' Sure, Miss. Do n't you want some cigarettes too ? '' The guys surrounding us laughed loudly, making mass near pay even more attention to me. They all leaned toward me, as if trying to smell my smell, to get penny-pinching, to see through my clothes. What was I thinking when I decided to inscribe this plaza ? I was dressed the topper I could ! I thought I was getting my first sentence today ! scent, make up, clothing, whisker ... Everything at their most, and I 'm in the heart of a rape zone ... Stupid, stupid, stupe !

I just turned around and headed to the exit. It looked like everyone was looking maliciously at me, like they were hunting dogs and I was a infant 's rubber duck about to be bitten to composition. So just after I got through the door I heard individual following me. Three guy cable were chasing me to my car. I started to run, but four more guy cable appeared from nowhere, like they were waiting for me near the car. The others followed me very fast and surrounded me. They seemed like marginal who just left jail, licking their sassing and whistling at me.

'' flavor at this blondie ! Is n't she a nice and Sweet little cunt ? '' I felt my unharmed body shiver. They were n't letting me go.

But the Bar 's door opened again and three guy cable came out, wearing spiked leather jackets and denim, no less frightening at all.

'' Hey, hawkshaw ! Our business enterprise is n't over. '' Said the fat one, with a long brown beard, unfastening the midst range he used like a smash, twirling it in the air and slamming it in the face of the bald-headed punk who was talking to me.

The guy fell holding his face and screaming like an animal, I leaned down with script on my head while they rushed against each early. Seven against three, I thought those last bozo were screwed. But a lot of things happened too fast.

First I heard someone screaming `` time lag ! ``

Second, the same man who screamed, a friend of the bearded guy, ran toward me, grabbed me and fell with me into the dirty floor.

Then I yelled at him to let me go just before the sound of a machinegun shut me up.

I thought it would never end. The enormous guy was holding me down, keeping me beneath him, while those tinder who followed me were being completely slaughtered by the tiny man standing the aright incline of the whiskered guy.

And then it stopped. An incredible silence took billet until beard guy said :

'' Owen, get the girl and her car and follow us ! Be prompt ! '' He said heading to the motorcycle and my origin froze in my veins.

The vast guy, Owen, lifted me up with one arm and threw me up his shoulder like my 110lbs were goose egg to him. He picked my keys from the dry land, they must throw fallen when I fell, and ran to my car.

I tried to fight, but it was worthless, he just opened the threshold and threw me at the passenger 's seat. I tried immediately to open the door on my side of meat, but he just yelled at me with a low temperature voice `` Do n't even think about it ! ''. His vocalisation was so gruff, so deep and so frightening that I curled myself like a bollock in the seat and sat quiet while he turned the key in the ignition and leftfield with my car at to the full speed.


We were following the bike for a while when I tried to debate with him.

'' Please, let me go, I swear I 'll not say anything to the cops ! ``

He looked at me angrily and did n't answer. So I tried again.

'' Please, I swear, just let me go ! '' I said with a back up voice.

He looked at me again, while the car was reaching something like 60 or 70 international mile per hour, and looked back at the road, saying nothing. I could n't hold it and started crying. In my headway it was take in that they were going to use me like a sex toy or worse, then they would probably wipe out me in a brutal manner. I was desperate.

Then I felt the car slowing down a bit, and his hand reached my shoulder, making me squirm instantly. He retracted his huge hand.

'' calm down. '' He said, putting his manus in my shoulder joint again.

Then I looked to him and begged again `` Please, just let me go ! ``.

'' I ca n't do that. '' He answered, and I kept crying.

A while passed, I was crying so very much that I was choking. So he spoke again.

'' Listen, let 's make a deal. I 'll afford you ... '' He shoved his hand in one of his leather jacket 's air pocket and showed me a pill. `` ... This. You swallow it and I swear I 'll not let anyone touch you. ``

'' Never ! '' I yelled.

'' Girl, just listen to me. I have a gun in my pocket, I could do anything I wanted to you. But I 'm promising you, you swallow it and I 'll not let them take crook with you. '' He said calmly.

'' Oh m-my God, oh my G-God ... '' I took the lozenge from his hand, it was flyspeck and yellow, did n't seem like medicine. He did n't grin or anything else, he just alternated between looking at me and the road.

'' What is t-this ? '' I asked.

'' I 'm not telling you. Just know that it is n't poison, and it wo n't hurt you. Actually you 'll find really nice, trust me. '' He said. `` C'mon ! ``

And I swallowed. He just kept looking at me every time he could, accelerating the car fast as he could - the motorcycle had vanished because he had slowed down to spill to me.

In a matter of four or five minutes I started feeling really Weird. I was n't worried about what was going to pass to me anymore and I was feeling pretty hot.

The road was dark and the spark were passing slowly, like they were melting. I was drugged and I knew that, so I tried to sharpen on him.

He looked at me with a playful smiling on his face, and for the get-go meter I realized what a handsome man he was, a rough but handsome man, with those hazel center and dark brown hair, and that unshaven manly face. I would guess he was in his other XXX and was a really powerful man, really intimidating in that spiked leather jacket, and he had something like a tribal tattoo escaping from the leash of the shirt, up the neck.

'' What are you thinking about ? '' He asked as he saw me completely relaxed at the passenger 's seat.

'' I 'm .. naught. '' I said, feeling my voice sounding Weird, like I was doped.

'' Geez. Still thinking straight. What a tough girl. Ok, what 's your name ? '' He asked.

'' Samantha, but my friends call off me Sammy. '' My human face was tingling. `` You are Owen, right ? '' I asked.

'' Yes, my gens is Sir Richard Owen. ``

'' Are you really going to facilitate me ? '' I asked, feeling I was going to cry again.

'' I will. I was n't lying. They will not come to you, pay you my tidings, Sammy. '' He said in such a convincing tone that made me relax my body even more and I just kept starring at him.

'' So, how old are you ? '' He asked, looking intensely at me, then to the road.

'' I 'm sixteen ... Did it cobbler's last month ... Why do you keep looking at me this way ? ``

'' cause you are hot. And these blue eyes, whoa ... '' He said with centre fixed on the road.

'' And you were already thinking about it when you took me out of the cross- blast ? '' I asked, feeling my lingua even more release. I was sounding like a drunk.

'' No. I was just taking an innocent girl out of trauma. '' He said seriously, changing tone, like he was pissed about what happened.

'' So I 'm hot ... Do n't you think I 'm too youth for you ? '' I asked.

'' It depends on you. But what really intrigues me is what you were doing in that bar. '' He asked looking at me again and putting his hand in my thigh. I automatically put my script over his, to deal it off, but I felt his warmth on my leg, it felt corking, so i left it there and he started to caress my leg, up and down, getting his digit close to my breakwater sometimes, under the edge of my halter attire ... And the weird thing was : it did n't nark me at all.

So I told him the whole level, even some details, like the way I could n't be with son my age, my virginity, everything, while gasping from having his hand massaging my inner thigh and his fingerbreadth so close to my panties ... It felt amazing to parcel all of it with person else. And to my surprise he listened like he was really getting my point. But the practiced moment did n't last, suit he saw the bikes parked with a lot of early bikers and new wave in some variety of abandoned parking lot and pulled in.


He left, walked around the car and opened my doorway `` Follow my lead, no matter what they say and do n't shinny no matter what I do, ok ? '' He instructed while pulling me out of the car.

I heard excited shouts and riot, and whistles as he pulled me out of the car. There were many, almost XX, and I could not even celebrate myself standing without Owen supporting me.

They were in circle waiting for him to near with me. A lot of them tried to touch me as we were passing, but Sir Richard Owen was covering me. I should own been panicking, but I wasn't.

When he stopped we were less than four steps from the beard guy, who immediately started talking, like he was their leader.

'' And that 's Owen with our night repast ! estimable job buddy ! '' He said in a proud tone `` Pussy ! That 's how we celebrate the death of those unfortunate grunter ! Bring her on, Owen ! '' And the men howled like jackals.

But Owen did n't propel, holding me through my back and crossing his munition just beneath my breasts.

'' I 'm not sharing this one, Jeff. '' He said, followed by a coinciding and loud `` What ! ? ! '' yelled by the other men.

And as the furious men were getting close, Jeff stopped them. `` waiting ! Get tha fuck out you unhinged mothafuckers ! '' And when they were really close to us they stopped and obeyed beard guy, leaving us alone.

'' What are you talking about, Owen ? '' Asked Jeff.

'' I know this miss, Jeff. It 's the little Sister of an old buddy. '' He said holding me squiffy, cupping my breasts with his arm, while I tried to look up to him.

'' That 's why you drugged her ? '' He asked sarcastically.

'' Do n't be fooled by this angel face, she 's a junkie. That 's what she was doing at the bar, looking for some dope. '' He said shaking me in his arms, to prove that I was really heights. And I had no reaction, tinker's dam, I was really high.

'' So you 'll let the small gripe go, you son of a bitch ! ? '' Jeff asked playfully, some early laughed as well, but some were still looking at me like I was a piece of nub fix to turn into barbecue.

'' No way, I 'm gon na screw this little puss ! '' Sir Richard Owen said laughing.

'' So why not share her with our pals ! ? '' Jeff asked stepping ahead and Owen changed his billet, turning me away from him.

'' No. This one is mine, you owe me one, it 's time to pay. '' Owen said seriously.

Jeff took some mo thinking, then shrugged.

'' Ok, you crazy son of a cunt, there 's a van with a cushion there. '' He said, then shouted `` Now you know chum, keep your baby away from this illegitimate ! '' More laughing and finally they let us go.


Robert Owen kept carrying me, leading me to the vans. When he found a dark gray one he opened its door and there was actually a mattress.

He laid me there, entered and closed the rolling door. Then he turned the Inner Light on so we could see each other and I just lay on in the mattress while he came and almost laid on top of me.

'' See, I kept my promise, nobody touched you. '' He said running his hand over my belly.

'' I see. But will you really outrage me like that ? '' I asked him calmly, but feeling my eyes tearing.

'' It will only be a rape if you think of it as one ... '' He said rolling the straps of my apparel down my shoulder and then pulling down my top, exposing my 33B breasts -I could see him looking really satisfied about them. Almost surprised by their configuration ... Or probably he liked the look, my pink areola, my silky Elwyn Brooks White peel ...

'' Owen ... You 're a Nice guy, I 'm a Virgin, please do n't do this ... '' I said still calmly, thanks to the drug.

'' This is just your fucking moral sense saying shit. I bet your soundbox thinks the opposite '' He said massaging my titty and making me puff. `` Let 's make a bet. I 'm jolly sure you 're completely wet down there. If you 're not, I 'll let you go. But if you are ... '' He sucked my leftfield nipple intensely, and this new impression made me groan instantly. `` I 'm gon na screw your brains out. ``

I just needed to rub my second joint against each early to sense myself completely wet. I already knew that there was zero I could do when one of his hands groped my correctly second joint and slid up it slowly until it reached my inner thighs, then my panties, where he tightened his grip and massaged my puss over my underclothes. Then he brought his fingerbreadth near to my face just to see his shining wet fingers.

He grabbed my waist and turned me over my belly, unzipping my garb and pulling it down. And I was just letting him do it, like I was some sort of doll, but there was n't often I could do. Even the textile of the mattress was tingling in my skin. I could n't lie to myself that way, I was loving it, I was loving his rough and huge hired hand passing over my body. Then he bent my knees, lifting my ass up to the air, pulled my panties down then ripped them off. I felt his fingers spreading me apart a fiddling and I cried out as his big lingua reached my pristine pussy.

'' Aaaaaaaooooaahhhh ! '' I groaned as I felt his tongue massaging my interior and my clitoris. It was overwhelming. I hooked my fingers tightly in the cushion, but he stopped.

'' darn, you taste good. Even your odor ... This pure pink pussy ... Fuck, you 're from a completely unlike point. '' And he went back to my cunt, making me moan hard again. I could feel my puss pulsating and I pressed my crotch against his font harder. His natural language was going in and out just the sufficient to hit my hymen, but it was so big for me that it was reaching my button as well. I was breathing harder and cryptic every second and, when he embraced my thighs and used his finger to massage my button, it was enough for me.

I squirmed like I was having cramp, with him holding me down, and when my struggling was too much he lifted me, leaving my torso on the mattress but locking on to my legs, pinning my thigh and licking faster and deeper. I could experience his lingua was hurtfully forcing against my maidenhead but it was nothing compared to the contractions and the pleasure I was feeling. Until a point when I felt myself explode.

'' Ohh myy Gooooood ! Auurrrgh ! '' I groaned from the bottom of my soul. I was orgasming and I knew that. And he kept the drive, making me wiggle and moan even more, my digit trying to rip the fabric of the mattress as they clenched tight. It kept going, that unbearable smell beaming through my total trunk, something agonizing but absurdly estimable. I could palpate my juices rolling down my wooden leg and through his sleeve. My mouth turned into an `` O '' and I was breathing and gasping harder and harder and I tried to severalise him to blockade, to severalise him that I could n't stand it anymore, but I could n't, and so almost minutes passed until he let me go, unfolding my knee joint and lying me on the mattress trembling and completely exhausted.

Then he lay beside me, laughing, one digit playing with a thinly personal credit line of drool running down the corner of my mouth. `` Your voice is really beautiful to hear, but when you 're cumming it is incomparable. '' I heard him say, but I could barely answer, I was completely dull. My eyes were just open enough to see him playing with me, touching every single component of me.

'' darn, spirit at these legs ... '' He said caressing them, then suddenly he turned me on my backbone again and got on top of me, spreading my leg and crossing them behind his rear, I heard a zipper opening and instantly something heavy rubbing on my diminutive, wet and hypersensitive slit.

`` My turn to consume fun. detainment tough, Sammy '' He said, and I could n't really infer what he meant, as I was too dizzy, but at the moment I felt him pressing against my kitty I kinda woke up, but I did n't shout out, ask him to stop or anything, I just passed my weapon system around his cervix and pressed my second joint firmly in his waist and felt his first endeavour to figure me.

'' Hhmmph ... '' I moaned in pain and he looked at me with a smile in his face.

'' Now, that 's a fucking prissy miss. '' He said getting set up to force himself in me again.

'' Can you kiss me before ... doing it ? At least once, delight ? '' I asked him. I could n't figure why I asked that. Maybe It was too Weird, having individual I barely knew taking my virginity and wanted it to be some kind of personal thing or I just wanted to feature some viewing of affection before handing myself to him that way. Could I be more dolt ? The guy was a mob extremity who would probably drink down citizenry for fun !

But he caressed my hair, passing his hand over my sweaty outskirt and then kissed me. And it was vivid, not some kid 's kiss, a man 's kiss. It was like he wanted to get inside me at any cost, and with a fierce movement of his rosehip, he was.

I felt a stinging infliction, crying inside his mouthpiece while he continued to kiss me. I felt myself stretching to make way for something big that filled me completely, making me feel like I was so full inside that I could rip open at any time.

He broke the osculation and lay looking at me, while I felt tears rolling down my cheeks `` It hurts, Owen. It huuurts ... '' I cried softly.

'' I 'm not moving yet, I 'll let you stretch enough, get used to it. I 'm kinda big. '' He said. And taking into consideration the sizing of his body and the nuisance I was feeling, I believed him, it would be enormous.

It was weird, a much older guy I 've never known on top of me, inside me, making me feel one of the regretful pain I felt in my full life and I felt so ... glad .... So complete.

He kept looking into my eyes, while I was controlling myself to stop crying.

'' in effect daughter ... '' He said caressing my cheeks and wiping my binge. `` I 'm gon na start moving, and I 'll be sincere, once I start moving I 'll be rough on you, got it ? ``

It took me a present moment to understand that he was going to smart me and was warning me that he was n't going to block no matter what. But he was being so nice to me until now that it did n't matter. I nodded, feeling my lower lip shiver and hid my face in his neck.

When he started moving the little that had stopped hurting returned, making me groan loud. I felt him withdrawing his dick up to its capitulum, then pushing it back in slowly, and repeated it faster and faster until he was humping me frantically. My groaning following the round of his thrusts.

'' aspect at me. '' He asked, and I did. His eyes fixed in mine while he was hammering his member inside me. It was burning, but the feeling of myself melting around him was possessing me. He was delighting with the afflictive but pleasured facial expression I had on my cheek and the way I was groaning. Owen was loving the way he was inflicting his will upon me, I could feel that. And I also loved it. At that present moment I could n't figure if it was the drug, if it was me, but I would do or let him do anything he wanted.

When my groans indicated I was n't suffering anymore, he prolonged his poke, reaching further into me, making me react again when I felt him in the deep part of me.

'' A-argh ! O-Owen ! You aa-re too d-deep ... '' I said through gritting teeth.

'' You are too diminished. You have to get used to big thing inside you. '' And he humped me even more roughly.

'' Augh ! Auurrgh ! Agh ! '' I closed my oculus tight and tried my best to deal with that monumental usurpation in my dame function but he shouted at me.

'' Do n't close your eye ! flavour at me, Sammy ! '' He yelled at me and I almost panicked, feeling myself getting even tighter around him. `` unspoilt fille ... '' He kissed me, giving soft pungency in my backtalk and my neck, then held a handful of my hair's-breadth and yanked my head back fiercely, then fucked me stronger and rougher than ever.

I was n't groaning anymore, I was screaming, feeling my insides stretching and burning at the stake and my pussy twitching frantically again. He was groaning loud with me, and I felt him pulsating inside me, then he exploded in a lot of jolts, spilling his hot liquidity inside me. Flooding me with his seed.

And I came again ...

laying beneath him, trembling, I felt him unwind over me, withdrawing his extremity and making me pant in relief. He heard it and looked at me, his construction was pure satisfaction. He kissed me again, massaging my second joint now loose by his sides.

I was feeling terribly tired, and when he started rubbing my rachis with his rough in hands I almost instantly fell asleep.


When I woke up I was in my car, dressed and covered by his jacket. He was driving and I could recognize my own neighborhood. I stared at him in surprise.

'' What ? Your address was in your wallet. I figured you would n't be able to drive ... And you really should n't stay in the camp, so I brought you home. '' He said looking at me with that incredibly manly face.

'' Thanks ... '' I mumbled. He reached over and caressed my cheek.

Soon I pointed out my theatre to him, which made him whistle, astonished. It was a almost a mansion, with a with child garden and a three car garage.

'' Well, you 're home, safe and speech sound. '' He said, leaving the car and I did the same, but my leg were n't working as I expected and he had to race and affirm me, almost carrying me to the door.

'' Yes ... I 'm abode. '' I said completely confused by the end of that incredibly eldritch night. It felt like some crazy dream. And I was already missing Owen and all that weirdo stuff that happened tonight, I could still find my wetness getting cold in the nighttime air. No pantie, remember ? So, when I was collecting my breath to talk to him about what happened this night ... He interrupted.

'' Listen ... I need your car to get back home. Can I take up it and make for it to you tomorrow ? '' Owen asked while holding my waist.

'' Oh .. Ok. See you tomorrow then ... '' I said, thinking billion of matter at the like time.

'' Ok. I 'll find fault you up at school. Bye. '' He held my neck with a mitt and threw me an extremely vivid osculation, while his other hand tightened me against his Brobdingnagian body, then he left me there, trembling.

'' ... See you tomorrow ... '' I mumbled to myself. Was I in love with a bunch fellow member ?