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It was n't the way I expected it to be, but I do n't regret it. Sometimes things happen for a reasonableness, skillful things and bad thing. Sometimes they just have to bechance, both of them, so you can discover who you really are.


getting former is severe. At first you are obsessed with the foremost osculation, 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 spill the beans insistently about blowjobs, stylus, orgasm and stuff ? At first you think `` hoot it, I 'm surrounded by sporting lady ! '' 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 next whole step was to find a guy to broach me. To take me like the others and, for a lady friend like me, that was hard to obtain.

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

I could n't suffer boy of my own age. They looked so ... Stupid ... But it did n't stop me. I knew what I wanted.

Soon, just as we entered vacations, I dated a boy named Paul. He was a marvelous, slenderize guy, with brown fuzz and had the most serious feeling I could find.

He seemed really surprised with the clear prospect he had with me, as if he was n't expecting a chance like that to lessen into his lap that way. Everybody used to tell me I was pretty, everybody. shortstop ( 5'2 '' 1/2 ), Helen Wills and a true mastermind, but pretty. What always made them think that I was supposed to be the first to share a bed with person, thanks to the turn of guys who already asked me out. But it was n't that way.

I was ... Wyrd. I could n't even she-bop properly. The description my Quaker gave of an orgasm simply did n't match with anything I 'd ever experienced.

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

Anyway, we 'd been together for a while, a week I guess, and I never hid where I wanted our relationship to go. Kissing and groping were more than vulgar, and I let him do whatever he wanted, but it did n't avail. He was too venerating and I was too genteel. He always kept saying sweet affair, caressing, taking charge of me. And eventually I started to sense bored. Even the unspoilt look I had while he was touching me was disappearing. All my friends were asking how was it to stimulate sex with Paul, he was one of the most bounteous guys in our course of instruction after all, and I lied, saying that we were waiting for a particular moment. I could n't let them know that he did n't even ferment 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 part of me, the one who accepted, wanted to go on with that and channel on. But the other part was yelling at me `` in effect girl ! Let this bozo pop your cherry ! ``

And that was the predominant character when I ran away from him, leaving him one-half naked in that bed.

It was the unearthly moment of my animation, running from a guy that, I knew, was the best choice 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.


to a greater extent than two minute after hitting the highway I had the best ( worst ) idea of the nighttime. In my chief I wanted desperately to do something stupid, something that could make me think Thomas 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 point, use some charm to get a beer even being underage, and drive ... boozing and listening to some melodramatic music to fit my climate, just like I saw in some movies. Stupid.

But just the paseo to the bar brought me a bad look. It was in the eye of nowhere and had a bunch of eldritch cars and motorcycles parked near, but `` what the hell ! '' I thought ... I said that I was stupid person ?

A sour smell unify with tobacco filled my nostrils as I opened the door. The lieu was filled with the unknown mix of people I had ever seen. respective of them looked at me, men and women, and I automatically felt intimidated, but I gathered courage and hint and moved on, hearing the sound of a big discussion going on while crossing to the barkeeper, as if two gangs were starting a battle right there.

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

'' Hey ... Uh ... I want two beers please. '' I said trying to go more positive I could.

It was n't working. He just grinned at me, put his elbow at the parry and spoke playfully.

'' Sure, fille. Do n't you want some cigarettes too ? '' The cat surrounding us laughed loudly, making the great unwashed near pay even more aid to me. They all leaned toward me, as if trying to sense my smell, to get finisher, to see through my wearing apparel. What was I thinking when I decided to inscribe this place ? I was dressed the best I could ! I thought I was getting my maiden time today ! Perfume, make up, clothing, hair ... Everything at their virtually, and I 'm in the middle of a rape zone ... pudding head, stupid, stupid !

I just turned around and headed to the expiration. It looked like everyone was looking maliciously at me, like they were hunting dogs and I was a baby 's natural rubber duck about to be bitten to pieces. So just after I got through the door I heard someone following me. Three guys were chasing me to my car. I started to run, but four to a greater extent guys 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 poky, licking their lips and whistling at me.

'' Look at this blondie ! Is n't she a overnice and sweet fiddling snatch ? '' I felt my whole eubstance thrill. They were n't letting me go.

But the Bar 's door opened again and three guy came out, wearing spiked leather jackets and dungaree, no to a lesser extent frightening at all.

'' Hey, Dick ! Our job is n't over. '' Said the fat one, with a long brown whiskers, unfastening the thick chain he used like a bash, twirling it in the air and slamming it in the aspect of the barefaced kindling 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 other. septet against three, I thought those live Guy were screwed. But a lot of things happened too fast.

First I heard somebody screaming `` waiting ! ``

mo, the same man who screamed, a friend of the whiskery guy, ran toward me, grabbed me and fell with me into the colly 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 punks who followed me were being completely slaughtered by the tiny man standing the right side of the bewhiskered guy.

And then it stopped. An incredible silence took blank space until byssus guy said :

'' Sir Richard Owen, get the girl and her car and follow us ! Be quick ! '' He said heading to the wheel and my blood froze in my veins.

The immense guy, Robert Owen, lifted me up with one arm and threw me up his articulatio humeri like my 110lbs were nothing to him. He picked my keys from the ground, they must have fallen when I fell, and ran to my car.

I tried to fight, but it was worthless, he just opened the door and threw me at the passenger 's seat. I tried immediately to open up the threshold on my English, but he just yelled at me with a cold vox `` Do n't even think about it ! ''. His part was so hoarse, so cryptical and so frightening that I curled myself like a ball in the seat and sat quiet while he turned the key in the firing and left with my car at full speed.


We were following the motorcycles for a piece when I tried to argue with him.

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

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

'' Please, I swear, just let me go ! '' I said with a cash in one's chips voice.

He looked at me again, while the car was reaching something like 60 or 70 miles per hour, and looked back at the road, saying cipher. I could n't make it and started crying. In my head it was absolved that they were going to use me like a sex toy or high-risk, then they would probably kill me in a barbarous personal manner. I was desperate.

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

'' Calm down. '' He said, putting his hand in my shoulder 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 much that I was choking. So he spoke again.

'' Listen, let 's make a deal. I 'll give you ... '' He shoved his manus in one of his leather jacket crown 's pockets and showed me a oral contraceptive. `` ... This. You swallow it and I swear I 'll not let anyone touch you. ``

'' Never ! '' I yelled.

'' lady friend, 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 subscribe bout with you. '' He said calmly.

'' Oh m-my God, oh my G-God ... '' I took the contraceptive pill from his hand, it was tiny and yellow, did n't calculate 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 feel 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 motorcycles had vanished because he had slowed down to talk to me.

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

The route was dark and the lights were passing slowly, like they were melting. I was drugged and I knew that, so I tried to focus on him.

He looked at me with a playful grin on his aspect, and for the first base sentence I realized what a handsome man he was, a rough but handsome man, with those hazel eyes and dark Robert Brown hair, and that unshaved manly facial expression. I would think he was in his early 1930s and was a really muscular man, really intimidating in that spiked leather jacket crown, and he had something like a tribal tattoo escaping from the collar 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 .. Nothing. '' I said, feeling my voice sounding weird, like I was doped.

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

'' Samantha, but my acquaintance phone me Sammy. '' My face was tingling. `` You are Sir Richard Owen, right ? '' I asked.

'' Yes, my epithet is Robert Owen. ``

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

'' I will. I was n't lying. They will not tint you, present you my word, Sammy. '' He said in such a convincing tone that made me relax my torso 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 last month ... Why do you hold looking at me this way ? ``

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

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

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

'' So I 'm hot ... Do n't you think I 'm too Whitney Moore Young Jr. 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 hand over his, to guide it off, but I felt his passion on my leg, it felt majuscule, so i left it there and he started to caress my leg, up and down, getting his fingers close to my groin sometimes, under the boundary of my halter dress ... And the weird matter was : it did n't nark me at all.

So I told him the all story, even some point, like the way I could n't be with boys my age, my virginity, everything, while gasping from having his paw massaging my interior second joint and his finger's breadth so close to my panties ... It felt amazing to share all of it with someone else. And to my surprise he listened like he was really getting my point. But the in effect moment did n't stopping point, cause he saw the cycle parked with a lot of other bikers and caravan in some variety of abandoned parking lot and pulled in.


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

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

They were in roundabout waiting for him to approach with me. A lot of them tried to contact me as we were passing, but Owen was covering me. I should get been panicking, but I wasn't.

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

'' And that 's Owen with our Nox meal ! Good job crony ! '' He said in a gallant tone `` Pussy ! That 's how we celebrate the dying of those unfortunate grunter ! Bring her on, Owen ! '' And the men howled like jackals.

But Owen did n't prompt, holding me through my dorsum and crossing his arms just beneath my breasts.

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

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

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

'' I know this daughter, Jeff. It 's the little baby of an old buddy. '' He said holding me pie-eyed, cupping my knocker with his weapon, 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 Falls 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 high. And I had no reaction, damn, I was really high.

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

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

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

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

Jeff took some moment thinking, then shrugged.

'' Ok, you crazy son of a kick, there 's a van with a cushion there. '' He said, then shouted `` Now you know buddies, keep your sisters away from this bastard ! '' more than laughing and finally they let us go.


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

He laid me there, entered and closed the ramble door. Then he turned the lights 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 deal over my belly.

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

'' It will only be a colza if you think of it as one ... '' He said rolling the straps of my clothes down my articulatio humeri and then pulling down my top, exposing my 33B breasts -I could see him looking really satisfied about them. Almost surprised by their shape ... Or probably he liked the expression, my pink areolas, my silky ovalbumin cutis ...

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

'' This is just your fucking conscience saying bull. I bet your consistence thinks the opposite '' He said massaging my chest and making me gasp. `` Let 's reach a bet. I 'm pretty sure you 're completely wet down there. If you 're not, I 'll let you go. But if you are ... '' He sucked my left nipple intensely, and this new feeling made me moan instantly. `` I 'm gon na fuck your learning ability out. ``

I just needed to rub my thighs against each other to feel myself completely wet. I already knew that there was nothing I could do when one of his hands groped my right thigh and slid up it slowly until it reached my internal thighs, then my panties, where he tightened his handgrip and massaged my twat over my underwear. Then he brought his finger near to my face just to see his shining wet fingers.

He grabbed my waist and turned me over my belly, unzipping my dress and pulling it down. And I was just letting him do it, like I was some variety of doll, but there was n't much I could do. Even the fabric 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 hand qualifying over my body. Then he bent my knees, lifting my stern up to the air, pulled my panties down then ripped them off. I felt his digit spreading me apart a petty and I cried out as his big clapper reached my pristine pussy.

'' Aaaaaaaooooaahhhh ! '' I groaned as I felt his tongue massaging my insides and my clit. It was overwhelming. I hooked my finger's breadth tightly in the cushion, but he stopped.

'' Damn, you taste good. Even your flavour ... This perfect pink pussy ... shag, you 're from a completely different level. '' And he went back to my pussy, making me moan hard again. I could feel my pussycat pulsating and I pressed my fork against his expression harder. His tongue was going in and out just the sufficient to get to my hymen, but it was so big for me that it was reaching my clit as well. I was breathing harder and deeper every second and, when he embraced my second joint and used his finger to massage my clit, it was enough for me.

I squirmed like I was having spasm, 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 thighs and licking faster and abstruse. I could sense his tongue was hurtfully forcing against my hymen but it was nothing compared to the condensation and the joy I was feeling. Until a point when I felt myself explode.

'' Ohh myy Gooooood ! Auurrrgh ! '' I groaned from the bottom of the inning of my soul. I was orgasming and I knew that. And he kept the movement, making me twist and moan even more, my fingerbreadth trying to rip the fabric of the mattress as they clenched tight. It kept going, that unbearable notion beaming through my entire trunk, something agonizing but absurdly beneficial. I could feel my juice rolling down my stage and through his weapon system. My mouth turned into an `` O '' and I was breathing and gasping harder and harder and I tried to severalise him to quit, to secernate him that I could n't stand it anymore, but I could n't, and so almost minute passed until he let me go, unfolding my knees and lying me on the mattress vibration and completely exhausted.

Then he lay beside me, laughing, one finger's breadth playing with a tenuous lineage of drool running down the corner of my oral fissure. `` Your voice is really beautiful to hear, but when you 're cumming it is uncomparable. '' I heard him say, but I could barely do, I was completely numb. My eyes were just open enough to see him playing with me, touching every individual component part of me.

'' Damn, look at these legs ... '' He said caressing them, then suddenly he turned me on my backrest again and got on top of me, spreading my legs and crossing them behind his back, I heard a zipper possible action and instantly something heavy friction on my lilliputian, wet and allergic slit.

`` My turn to have fun. detainment tough, Sammy '' He said, and I could n't really empathize what he meant, as I was too dizzy, but at the moment I felt him pressing against my pussy I kinda woke up, but I did n't hollo, ask him to stop or anything, I just passed my arms around his cervix and pressed my thigh firmly in his waist and felt his low attempt to enter me.

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

'' Now, that 's a have intercourse gracious fille. '' He said getting prepare to force himself in me again.

'' Can you kiss me before ... doing it ? At to the lowest degree once, delight ? '' I asked him. I could n't visualise why I asked that. Maybe It was too Weird, having someone I barely knew taking my virginity and wanted it to be some variety of personal thing or I just wanted to deliver some showing of fondness before handing myself to him that way. Could I be more unintelligent ? The guy was a gang member who would probably kill people for fun !

But he caressed my hair, passing his script over my sweaty fringe and then kissed me. And it was intense, not some kid 's kiss, a man 's kiss. It was like he wanted to get inside me at any cost, and with a savage movement of his articulatio coxae, he was.

I felt a stinging pain, crying inside his mouth while he continued to snog me. I felt myself stretching to make elbow room 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 buss and lay looking at me, while I felt tear rolling down my face `` It hurts, Owen. It huuurts ... '' I cried softly.

'' I 'm not moving yet, I 'll let you stretch along enough, get used to it. I 'm sort of big. '' He said. And taking into consideration the size of his body and the pain 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 sense one of the mop up hurting I felt in my intact life history and I felt so ... Happy .... So complete.

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

'' Good young lady ... '' He said caressing my impudence and wiping my teardrop. `` I 'm gon na startle moving, and I 'll be sincere, once I start moving I 'll be rough on you, got it ? ``

It took me a moment to understand that he was going to hurt me and was warning me that he was n't going to contain 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 shake and hid my face in his neck.

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

'' Look at me. '' He asked, and I did. His eye 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 painful but pleasured look I had on my typeface 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 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 thrusts, reaching further into me, making me react again when I felt him in the deepest constituent of me.

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

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

'' Augh ! Auurrgh ! Agh ! '' I closed my middle tight and tried my trump to deal with that massive intrusion in my madam voice but he shouted at me.

'' Do n't close your eyes ! Look at me, Sammy ! '' He yelled at me and I almost panicked, feeling myself getting even tighter around him. `` Good young woman ... '' He kissed me, giving flaccid bites in my brim and my cervix, then held a fistful of my hair and yanked my capitulum back fiercely, then fucked me stronger and rougher than ever.

I was n't groaning anymore, I was screaming, feeling my interior stretching and burning and my slit twitching frantically again. He was groaning loud with me, and I felt him pulsating inside me, then he exploded in a lot of jerking, spilling his hot liquid inside me. Flooding me with his seed.

And I came again ...

Laying beneath him, trembling, I felt him unbend over me, withdrawing his member and making me gasp in relief. He heard it and looked at me, his verbalism was pure satisfaction. He kissed me again, massaging my thighs now loose by his sides.

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


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

'' What ? Your address was in your billfold. I figured you would n't be able to drive ... And you really should n't stay in the camp, so I brought you abode. '' 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 house to him, which made him whistle, astonished. It was a almost a mansion, with a neat garden and a three car garage.

'' Well, you 're home, prophylactic and auditory sensation. '' He said, leaving the car and I did the like, but my wooden leg were n't working as I expected and he had to rush and support me, almost carrying me to the door.

'' Yes ... I 'm home. '' I said completely confused by the end of that incredibly Wyrd night. It felt like some crazy dream. And I was already missing Robert Owen and all that crazy material that happened tonight, I could still feel my wetness getting cold in the night air. No panty, remember ? So, when I was collecting my breath to talk to him about what happened this dark ... He interrupted.

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

'' Oh .. Ok. See you tomorrow then ... '' I said, thinking millions of things at the same time.

'' Ok. I 'll pick you up at school. Bye. '' He held my neck opening with a hand and threw me an extremely intense kiss, while his other mitt tightened me against his vast body, then he left me there, trembling.

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