Wish you like reading it and comments are really welcome.
( Special 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 regret it. Sometimes things happen for a reason, good things and bad things. Sometimes they just have to happen, both of them, so you can light upon who you really are.


getting sr. is hard. At foremost you are obsessed with the kickoff kiss, and then you 're obsessed with the first clock time. But what happens when your friends, all of them the same age as you - 16 - have already had sex and talk insistently about cock sucking, vogue, orgasm and stuff and nonsense ? At first you think `` Damn it, I 'm surrounded by fancy woman ! '' 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 future footprint was to feel a guy to initiate me. To make me like the others and, for a missy 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 life had been ruled and watched until I got to high school, but when I obtained exemption I was already too `` damaged '' to enjoy it.

I could n't stand son of my own age. They looked so ... Stupid ... But it did n't block me. I knew what I wanted.

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

He seemed really surprised with the authorize fortune he had with me, as if he was n't expecting a luck like that to light into his lap that way. Everybody used to tell me I was pretty, everybody. Short ( 5'2 '' 1/2 ), moody and a reliable brainiac, but pretty. What always made them think that I was supposed to be the foremost to share a bed with someone, thanks to the number of guys who already asked me out. But it was n't that way.

I was ... weird. I could n't even masturbate properly. The description my ally gave of an climax simply did n't match with anything I 'd ever experienced.

One day I came to a acquaintance vociferation, asking her if I was cold. She said I was n't polar, I was just stupid. That 's why I love my friends 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 Thomas More than usual, and I let him do whatever he wanted, but it did n't help. He was too respectful and I was too civil. He always kept saying sweet things, caressing, taking care of me. And eventually I started to feel bored. Even the sound feeling I had while he was touching me was disappearing. All my admirer were asking how was it to have sex with Paul, he was one of the most handsome guys in our class after all, and I lied, saying that we were waiting for a special moment. I could n't let them sleep together that he did n't even turn me on.

That 's when it happened. Apostle of the Gentiles had got his firm to himself at the weekend and asked me to slumber with him. A big part of me, the one who accepted, wanted to go on with that and carry on. But the other part was yelling at me `` Good girl ! Let this goofball pop your cherry tree ! ``

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

It was the unearthly moment of my liveliness, running from a guy that, I knew, was the best option for me, like he was some variety 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 highway I had the expert ( worst ) idea of the Night. In my nous I wanted desperately to do something stupid, something that could take in me call back 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 create a stoppage, use some spell to get a beer even being underage, and drive ... boozing and listening to some histrionic music to fit my climate, just like I saw in some movies. Stupid.

But just the walk to the bar brought me a bad flavour. It was in the middle of nowhere and had a gang of Weird railcar and motorcycles parked near, but `` what the hell ! '' I thought ... I said that I was stupid ?

A sullen sense of smell mixed with tobacco filled my anterior naris as I opened the door. The place was filled with the strangest mix of people I had ever seen. several of them looked at me, men and women, and I automatically felt intimidated, but I gathered courage and breathing spell and moved on, hearing the sound of a big word going on while crossing to the mixologist, as if two gangs were starting a fight right there.

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

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

It was n't working. He just grinned at me, put his cubital joint at the counterpunch and spoke playfully.

'' Sure, girl. Do n't you want some cigarettes too ? '' The guys surrounding us laughed loudly, making people near pay even more attending to me. They all leaned toward me, as if trying to sense my scent, to get closer, to see through my wearing apparel. What was I thinking when I decided to enter this position ? I was dressed the best I could ! I thought I was getting my start clip today ! Perfume, make up, clothing, haircloth ... Everything at their most, and I 'm in the eye of a colza zona ... Stupid, pudden-head, stupid !

I just turned around and headed to the outlet. It looked like everyone was looking maliciously at me, like they were hunting frank and I was a child 's no-good duck's egg about to be bitten to opus. So just after I got through the door I heard soul following me. Three bozo were chasing me to my car. I started to run, but four More 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 jail, licking their lips and whistling at me.

'' Look at this blondie ! Is n't she a nice and sweet little cunt ? '' I felt my whole eubstance quiver. They were n't letting me go.

But the Bar 's door opened again and three guys came out, wearing spiked leather jacket and blue jean, no less frightening at all.

'' Hey, cock ! Our business is n't over. '' Said the fat one, with a tenacious dark-brown beard, unfastening the midst chain he used like a belt, twirling it in the air and slamming it in the aspect of the barefaced punk who was talking to me.

The guy fell holding his face and screaming like an beast, I leaned down with hands on my capitulum while they rushed against each other. Seven against three, I thought those last-place guy wire were screwed. But a lot of affair happened too fast.

First I heard someone screaming `` Wait ! ``

Second, the Sami 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 tremendous guy was holding me down, keeping me beneath him, while those strong-armer who followed me were being completely slaughtered by the midget man standing the properly face of the whiskered guy.

And then it stopped. An incredible quiet took home until whiskers guy said :

'' Robert Owen, get the girl and her car and travel along us ! Be quick ! '' He said heading to the bikes and my blood froze in my veins.

The huge guy, Owen, lifted me up with one arm and threw me up his berm like my 110lbs were nothing to him. He picked my keys from the land, 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 the door on my English, but he just yelled at me with a cold voice `` Do n't even think about it ! ''. His vocalization was so gruff, so deep and so fearful that I curled myself like a ballock in the ass and sat silence while he turned the key in the kindling and left with my car at full phase of the moon speed.


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

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

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

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

He looked at me again, while the car was reaching something like 60 or 70 mi per hour, and looked back at the route, saying nothing. I could n't have it and started crying. In my capitulum it was clear that they were going to use me like a sex toy or worse, then they would probably kill me in a barbarous mode. I was desperate.

Then I felt the car slowing down a bit, and his deal reached my shoulder, making me squirm instantly. He retracted his huge 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 a great deal that I was choking. So he spoke again.

'' Listen, let 's take a shit a deal. I 'll give you ... '' He shoved his hand in one of his leather crown 's pockets and showed me a contraceptive pill. `` ... This. You swallow it and I swear I 'll not let anyone touch modality 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 turns with you. '' He said calmly.

'' Oh m-my God, oh my G-God ... '' I took the tab from his deal, it was tiny and yellow, did n't see 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 palpate really nice, trust me. '' He said. `` C'mon ! ``

And I swallowed. He just kept looking at me every metre he could, accelerating the car fast as he could - the motorcycles had vanished because he had slowed down to babble out to me.

In a subject 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 route was sinister and the lights were passing slowly, like they were melting. I was drugged and I knew that, so I tried to rivet on him.

He looked at me with a playful grin on his boldness, and for the low sentence I realized what a big man he was, a scratchy but bountiful man, with those hazel centre and dreary Brown University hair, and that unshaved manly face. I would guess he was in his early mid-thirties and was a really muscular man, really intimidating in that spiked leather jacket, 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 name ? '' He asked.

'' Samantha, but my ally call me Sammy. '' My nerve was tingling. `` You are Owen, right ? '' I asked.

'' Yes, my epithet is 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 partake you, give you my word, Sammy. '' He said in such a convincing timber that made me relax my consistence 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 keep looking at me this way ? ``

'' grounds you are hot. And these gamy middle, whoa ... '' He said with eyes fixed on the road.

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

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

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

'' It depends on you. But what really intrigue me is what you were doing in that bar. '' He asked looking at me again and putting his hand in my second joint. I automatically put my mitt over his, to consume it off, but I felt his passion on my leg, it felt corking, so i left it there and he started to caress my leg, up and down, getting his finger's breadth close to my groin sometimes, under the boundary of my halter dress ... And the weird affair was : it did n't gravel me at all.

So I told him the hale story, even some details, like the way I could n't be with boys my age, my virginity, everything, while gasping from having his hand massaging my internal thigh and his fingers so close to my panties ... It felt amazing to plowshare all of it with someone else. And to my surprisal he listened like he was really getting my point. But the safe consequence did n't last, cause he saw the bikes parked with a lot of other rockers and vans in some kind 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 struggle no thing what I do, ok ? '' He instructed while pulling me out of the car.

I heard excited yell and screams, and whistles as he pulled me out of the car. There were many, almost twenty, and I could not even keep myself standing without Sir Richard Owen supporting me.

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

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

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

But Owen did n't move, holding me through my back and crossing his weapon 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 savage men were getting close, Jeff stopped them. `` waiting ! Get tha fuck out you crazy 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 female child, Jeff. It 's the footling sister of an old buddy. '' He said holding me tighter, cupping my boob with his arms, 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 dummy. '' He said shaking me in his arms, to essay that I was really richly. And I had no response, damn, I was really high.

'' So you 'll let the trivial beef go, you son of a bitch ! ? '' Jeff asked playfully, some other laughed as well, but some were still looking at me like I was a firearm of meat set to move around into barbecue.

'' No way, I 'm gon na fuck this little slit ! '' 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 time to pay. '' Owen said seriously.

Jeff took some moments thinking, then shrugged.

'' Ok, you crazy son of a bitch, there 's a van with a shock there. '' He said, then shouted `` Now you know crony, keep your Sister away from this bastard ! '' More laughing and finally they let us go.


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

He laid me there, entered and closed the pluck door. Then he turned the Christ Within 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 plunder 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 strap of my dress down my shoulders 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 sleek Edward D. White skin ...

'' 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 shite. I bet your physical structure thinks the opposite '' He said massaging my breasts and making me gasp. `` Let 's pass water 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 mammilla intensely, and this new notion made me groan instantly. `` I 'm gon na make out your brains out. ``

I just needed to rub my thighs against each early to palpate myself completely wet. I already knew that there was zip I could do when one of his bridge player groped my right second joint and slid up it slowly until it reached my inner thighs, then my panties, where he tightened his adhesive friction and massaged my pussy over my underwear. Then he brought his fingers near to my face just to see his shining wet fingers.

He grabbed my waistline and turned me over my belly, unzipping my frock and pulling it down. And I was just letting him do it, like I was some form of doll, but there was n't practically I could do. even the fabric of the mattress was tingling in my tegument. I could n't lie to myself that way, I was loving it, I was loving his rough and huge hand passage over my body. Then he deform my stifle, lifting my arse up to the air, pulled my panties down then ripped them off. I felt his fingers spreading me apart a little and I cried out as his big glossa reached my pristine pussy.

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

'' shit, you taste good. Even your smell ... This perfect pink kitty-cat ... Fuck, you 're from a completely dissimilar grade. '' And he went back to my cunt, making me groan hard again. I could feel my pussy pulsating and I pressed my fork against his boldness harder. His spit was going in and out just the sufficient to reach 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 thigh and used his finger to massage my clit, it was enough for me.

I squirmed like I was having spasms, 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 inscrutable. I could sense his tongue was hurtfully forcing against my hymen but it was nothing compared to the muscular contraction and the joy I was feeling. Until a point when I felt myself explode.

'' Ohh myy Gooooood ! Auurrrgh ! '' I groaned from the rear of my soul. I was orgasming and I knew that. And he kept the movement, making me squirm and moan even more, my fingers trying to rip the fabric of the mattress as they clenched tight. It kept going, that unbearable feeling beaming through my entire dead body, something agonizing but absurdly commodity. I could feel my juice rolling down my stage and through his subdivision. My mouth turned into an `` O '' and I was breathing and gasping harder and harder and I tried to tell him to terminate, to evidence him that I could n't stand it anymore, but I could n't, and so almost mo passed until he let me go, unfolding my knees and lying me on the mattress trembling and completely exhausted.

Then he lay beside me, laughing, one finger playing with a thin line of drool running down the recession of my mouth. `` Your voice is really beautiful to hear, but when you 're cumming it is uncomparable. '' I heard him say, but I could barely answer, I was completely numb. My eye were just open enough to see him playing with me, touching every single part of me.

'' Damn, look at these legs ... '' He said caressing them, then suddenly he turned me on my back again and got on top of me, spreading my wooden leg and crossing them behind his rachis, I heard a zipper opening and instantly something arduous rubbing on my flyspeck, wet and supersensitive slit.

`` My good turn to suffer fun. cargo area tough, Sammy '' He said, and I could n't really sympathize 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 scream, ask him to stop over or anything, I just passed my blazon around his neck and pressed my second joint firmly in his waistline and felt his initiatory attempt to enter me.

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

'' Now, that 's a fucking nice young lady. '' He said getting prepare to thrust himself in me again.

'' Can you kiss me before ... doing it ? At least once, delight ? '' I asked him. I could n't see why I asked that. Maybe It was too Wyrd, having individual I barely knew taking my virginity and wanted it to be some kind of personal thing or I just wanted to take some display of affection before handing myself to him that way. Could I be more stupid person ? The guy was a bunch member who would probably obliterate masses for fun !

But he caressed my hair, passing his hand over my sweaty bang 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 cutthroat movement of his pelvis, he was.

I felt a stinging pain, crying inside his mouth while he continued to kiss me. I felt myself stretching to make room for something big that filled me completely, making me feel like I was so wide 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 boldness `` It hurts, Robert Owen. It huuurts ... '' I cried softly.

'' I 'm not moving yet, I 'll let you stretch enough, get used to it. I 'm rather big. '' He said. And taking into retainer 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 feel one of the worst nisus I felt in my total life and I felt so ... well-chosen .... So complete.

He kept looking into my oculus, while I was controlling myself to block off crying.

'' honorable girl ... '' He said caressing my brass and wiping my tears. `` I 'm gon na commence moving, and I 'll be sincere, once I start moving I 'll be rough on you, got it ? ``

It took me a moment to realise that he was going to hurt me and was warning me that he was n't going to stop no topic what. But he was being so nice to me until now that it did n't topic. I nodded, feeling my lower lip shiver and hid my facial expression in his neck.

When he started moving the lilliputian that had stopped hurting returned, making me groan loud. 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 rhythm of his thrusts.

'' flavor 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 unspeakable but pleasured look I had on my face and the way I was groaning. Sir Richard 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 reckon if it was the drug, if it was me, but I would do or let him do anything he wanted.

When my moan indicated I was n't suffering anymore, he prolonged his knife thrust, reaching further into me, making me respond 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 small. You have to get used to big things inside you. '' And he humped me even more roughly.

'' Augh ! Auurrgh ! Agh ! '' I closed my eyes tight and tried my easily to deal with that monolithic intrusion in my gentlewoman component but he shouted at me.

'' Do n't conclude your eyes ! spirit at me, Sammy ! '' He yelled at me and I almost panicked, feeling myself getting even tighter around him. `` Good girl ... '' He kissed me, giving lenient bites in my sassing and my neck, then held a fistful of my hair and yanked my nous back fiercely, then fucked me hard and approximate than ever.

I was n't groaning anymore, I was screaming, feeling my inside stretching and burning 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 jar, spilling his hot liquidity inside me. Flooding me with his seed.

And I came again ...

laying beneath him, trembling, I felt him relax over me, withdrawing his member and making me gasp in relief. He heard it and looked at me, his saying 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 dorsum with his rough out workforce 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 make out my own neck of the woods. I stared at him in surprise.

'' What ? Your destination was in your wallet. I figured you would n't be able to drive ... And you really should n't stay in the coterie, 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 house to him, which made him whistle, astonished. It was a almost a hall, with a great garden and a three car garage.

'' Well, you 're dwelling, safe and sound. '' He said, leaving the car and I did the same, but my legs were n't working as I expected and he had to hurry 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 looney ambition. And I was already missing Owen and all that loony material that happened tonight, I could still feel my wetness getting cold in the Night air. No panties, remember ? So, when I was collecting my breathing time to talk to him about what happened this night ... He interrupted.

'' Listen ... I need your car to get back home. Can I borrow it and fetch it to you tomorrow ? '' Owen asked while holding my waist.

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

'' Ok. I 'll break up you up at school. Bye. '' He held my neck opening with a hand and threw me an extremely intense kiss, while his early hand tightened me against his Brobdingnagian organic structure, then he left me there, trembling.

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