here's my 1st try. dedicated to all perverts out there.
Phonecalls
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Here is a story about some sexy things that I have done in the
past. I'm writing it down just for the kick of it, and I will not
confess that anything said here is true (i.e. believe it at your
preference), or you can take it as one girl's fantasy.
Just a little background information before I begin my story. I'm a
sino-japanese girl who never really spends my childhood in one
place. Blame it on my parents, I remembered going to schools in New
Zealand, New York, Japan...The longest period was spent in
Singapore, where I did from secondary 3 to Junior College. Call me
banana if you want, but frankly, I can't stand the conservative
stuff there. Anyway, before this turns into my autobiography lets
get on with the story.
This one's about some habitual phone calls between my boyfriend and
I when we were studying together in London. I can't recall when did
this thing start, but it's certainly something special between he
and i. We didn't want to engage in premarital sex, so for all those
cold and lonely nights we called each other and whisper bedtime
stories. The following one I'm going to write about happened when
we were doing year 2.
Time: sometime between 12-1am
Place: our hostel rooms.
(*Ring...ring*)
Me: Hello? Chris?
Him: hey Jess did you read the papers today? The rapist was
convicted. He said the girl screamed when he raped her, so he
strangled her to death. Did you see it??
Me: Mm...poor thing. Maybe she'll have lived if she didn't
scream.
Him: (Pause) well, lets say if a man storm in and rape you. You'll
just let him do it huh?
Me: Pervert! Hoping your girlfriend's going to get raped? (I was
not really angry, I suspect he's got a fetish for this
see-my-girlfriend-get-raped idea)
Me: But thinking about it if someone's really trying to rape me
I'll probably just struggle but not scream. I mean if he gets mad
my life's in danger. And anyway, I'll die of embarrassment if a
party rush in to save me and see me with all my clothes stripped
off.
Him: How about you telling me a bedtime story tonight? (Think he's
getting horny already. Hand in pants already?)
Me: Mm..alright. Hope you'll be VERY relieved after this. You
remembered about that love letter I got??
Him: Which one? You get a few every week.
Me: I told you before, that "the real man" incident...
Him: Oh yeah, that's going to be interesting.
Me:
My hands trembled as I handled the anonymous love letter. It was
signed off as "The Real Man for you". This is the third of the
week, and as usual filled with outrageous words.
"That day you were wearing mini-skirts walking down the stairs. i
was just walking up. Saw your damn sexy legs. Shit you're wearing
that fu*king short skirt, and didn't even bother to wear
stockings...just 2 smooth long legs in front of me. And shit, you
even walked down with a bounce. I swear I saw your panties -
pinkish blue with some patterns, right?
Your tight-t came into view when I walked close. What the fu*k it
showed your fu*king beautiful figure perfectly. That 2 big and
round melons swinging with your every move. And your
shoulder-length hair giving off that unique fragrance. Must be some
special conditioner, i can't be wrong. Bitch, you know what? I
wanted to push you down and rape you a 100 times right there.
Just imagine. I'll drag you to the 2nd floor. There's a trash room
there. Nobody goes there. I'll throw you in. You'll fall onto the
floor, the fu*king skirt now unable to hide your panties. I'll grab
your smooth long legs...I'll tear off your damn tight-t, squeeze
your breasts violently until they're all red. When you're
struggling I'll have removed your panties and forced myself between
your legs.
You don't know the size of my pecker. Aha, you'll know it for sure.
When I poke it into you hole, you'll feel it, bitch!
I grab your legs, and plunge my pecker into your hole. I raped you.
You scream out of pain and fright, but I'll strangle your
neck...you'll not scream then. If you still persist, I'll strangle
you to death. Then I'll rape your body. Image the newspaper
tomorrow: XXX Uni. Beauty Queen raped to death!!!
Haha, don't worry even if you're dead I'll still be loving you!!! ~
The real man who admires you"
After finishing the letter my legs collapsed under me. Sitting
dumbfounded on the chair, I was not daunted by the vulgar words in
the letter, but he wrote it so vividly that I'm sure he's not
meaning it as a joke. The worst part was I found the letter placed
neatly in my drawer. That means he can enter my hostel room
anytime.
Him: (heavy breathing...I suppose he's already enjoying
himself)
Me:
From then on I forgo my favorite mini-skirts and tight-t. Just
loose shirts and jeans. I was determined to hide my figures. I even
tied up my hair into a ponytail. No more flowing hair. Of course
you were disappointed with this. Poor Chris.
2 months passed without hearing from the Real Man. looks like my
new outfits are damping his animalistic desires. i became more
relaxed, but not unconscious of the danger. The outfits still stay,
and I even stopped wearing perfumes. Anyway the textures of those
shirts were so thick that I could do without wearing my bra.
That night I went back at 12:30am. The hostel was all-quiet. I had
bathed in school, locked the door of my apartment, and decided to
change into my nightie. I took out a blue nightie and went to the
mirror. As usual I didn't wear my bra beneath the shirt. The
curtains were closed, so I removed my shirt and briefly looked at
myself in the mirror. Mm...my tummy looked flat and smooth...how
about going for Miss Universe next year??
Suddenly I saw the doorknob to the toilet turned. The door swung
open, revealing a man. He sat himself on my bed, smiling at me.
Instinctively I put my shirt back on.
He's at least 1.9 meters tall, almost 100kg by my
estimation...looks somewhat like Tyson. Worse still he's got a face
full of mustache stubs.
"I said I'll come and rape you." the man said, "come here
baby!"
I made a run for the door, but he was already behind me when I made
it to the door. With a swift hand, he dragged me back and re-closed
the door. "Wher' do you think you're going honey?" He smelt of
liquor and cigarettes.
His arm went round my waist, while the other violently twisted my
wrists to my back. I opened my mouth to scream, but suddenly
remembered his threat. He said he'd strangle me to death if I
scream. I don't want to die yet, I still have a life and a
boyfriend I'm going to marry!
My opened mouth became the prey to his filthy tongue. His coarse
lips crashed onto my small and tender ones, the tongue snaking
itself into my mouth. Of course I closed my teeth and tried to
resist. In response he twists my arms, so I have to let him in. His
tongue was really snaky in my mouth. He explored my tongue, and
sent his stinking saliva into my mouth. I can't help but swallow
some.
He broke away from the forced kiss at last. "Really a pretty doll.
You know what, now that we're so close I think you look more
fabulous than the last time at the stairs."
I tried to beg him into letting me off again, but he picked me up
and threw me onto bed. I fell heavily onto the mattress, my legs
dangling down the bedside.
"Slut, I said I'm going to rape you! Didn't you even bother to
change yourself??"
"I...I've tried...I wore thick and loose shirts...I tried not to be
sexy..." I was shivering then.
"Bah! Aren't all those loose shirts lots more sexy?" the man was
going on top of me, one big hand holding down both of my wrists,
the other moving into my loose shirt. "Look slut, aren't you trying
to seduce me to touch your tits in there?"
"I'm not..."
I don't have a chance to protest. His rough hands were already
squeezing my tender breasts. Maybe he's right, I don't even wear a
bra under such loose clothes, its as good as giving him the chance.
His hand pressed onto my breasts, squeezed them, pinch them, pulled
them...I'm sure my tits are going out of shape.
I was in pain, but I dare not scream. Only tiny whimpers escaped
from my trembling lips.
Luckily the pain didn't last for long. His thumb has found its way
onto my nipple. He started rubbing them. My body betrayed me at
that point, the feeling of joy was surging to all corners of my
body. He sensed my arousal, and continued to rub them still
harder.
"Please, don't....ouch..." I whimpered.
"Look here bitch, I'm here to rape you, not to make you
comfortable." I felt his hands leaving me. But suddenly I felt my
hair being pulled. He bang my head onto the bed a few times, making
me faint and dizzy. Then he lifted my head up by my hair. I saw two
horrible eyes, full of red veins, almost like a drunkard. Again he
pressed his cursed lips against mine, enjoying the forced kiss. The
other hand seemed to have grown tired of my tits. It ventured down,
unzipped my jeans, and removed it.
My instincts vaguely know his intentions. I tried to struggle, but
only muffled sounds came out of my mouth. His body was like a huge
tree trunk, and I was completely stuck under him. His rough hand
successfully entered my panties, passing by my soft hair, reached
my vagina. I felt a finger digging into my pussy.
My body started trembling again. The feeling was in fact awful. But
reality left me with no choice: my tightly closed legs can't stop
his fingering from probing further. In the end I felt 2 fingers in
me, actively digging and digging and digging. Uncontrollable
sensations surge all over me, making me paralyzed in my
position.
He stood up to remove my shirt and his own clothes. I tried to
escape at this point.
"Don't move bitch. If you make me angry I'll beat you to death!" he
said as he removed his underwear. I saw a huge fist swinging in
front of my eyes. I dared not move. Looks like he's not someone to
be trifled with.
But my fear turned into terror as i saw what came out of his
underwear. It was unbelievably thick and long, full of green veins.
I guess its at least 20 inches long. The head was red, looked like
a tennis ball to me. The whole penis was covered with thick pubic
hair, and perhaps was not washed for days, for it gave off a
revolting odor.
"No...please let me go...I'm not pretty..." I begged. Other than
begging I can't think of any other solutions.
"Its your just deserts slut. Blame it on all your sexy outfits, you
make me did this."
Again he moved on top of me. Splitting my legs apart, he lifted up
my waist. My whole private region was completely exposed to his
huge penis, and with a single effort he squeezed the head into my
vagina.
"Oww..." I made a single sharp screech. i was almost certain my
body was going to tear apart. My eyes watered as I felt the burning
rod going deeper and deeper into me. Its one of my childhood
nightmares. How terrible it'll be if my hole get poked into by a
stick. Now the nightmare was real.
But I dared not scream. The man raping me may as murder me too. If
I scream he's going to strangle me. He said he'll rape my body
after I die...how terrible. My hands clutched the sheets tightly,
hoping the pain will be over soon.
But the pain intensified. The man's penis kept sinking deeper. I
felt it on my cherry, and with a sneer he made a thrust that took
away my virginity. The whole length was inside now. I closed my
eyes tightly, unable to stop the streams of tears running down my
cheeks. I bite my lips, controlling the urge to scream.
He started to pump in and out of my pussy. I felt the tennis-ball
head rubbing against my vaginal wall, his spiky pubic hair stinging
my labia. Gradually I felt the pain going away, and it was replaced
by a feeling of joy, a kind of joy at being abused. I hate my body:
why would I enjoy being abused by a stranger, am I really a
slut??
My body betrayed me further. I started to move myself in rhythm to
his pumping, like a sultry woman eager to be abused by men. His two
hands wrapped around my breasts and started squeezing them.
"Slut, say you love me. Say you love to be touched and fu*ked..."
he was already breathing hard.
I shook my head and resisted.
I felt his hands leaving my breasts and closed round my neck
instead. Continuing his pumping motion, I felt his hands tightening
round my throat.
"Please, don't..." I managed to choke out my words.
"Then say it."
"I...I love you...I love to be fu*ked by your rough penis..." I
said between sobs.
"I know you are that sort of a slut. Haha!" the pumping motion
increased its frequency and vigor. I saw his face redden, his
breathing hastened, his body uncontrollably raping me. I imagined
all his energy being channeled into his penis, thrusting harder and
harder into my abused hole.
Finally he could hold it no longer. He went all the way in, placed
the tip of his pee-hole right to my cervix, and then exploded his
thick and slimy fluid into me. It went in torrents and torrent and
I thought it'll last forever, but it stopped finally.
He pulled out his pecker, leaving me paralyzed in bed. I saw semen
flowing out of my pussy as his pecker was pulled out, together with
a trace of my lost virginity. He rubbed the excess semen onto his
hands, and slapped my face lightly. "Really a good fu*k honey,
never knew you're a virgin. I'll come back a few more times, haha!"
He scoped out a generous portion of the semen from the sheets with
his finger, and forced the stinking fluid into my mouth.
I heard the door slam, leaving me deflowered and sobbing.
Him: That's...that's exciting! Is it finished? Can you
continue?
Me: Still haven't finished masturbating? Hey I don't think I want
to continue. I'm alone here and there's some shadows outside. I'm a
little uneasy about this, what if the story comes true? I'll rather
die.
Him: (No reply. I think he's in ecstasy masturbating and imagining
me being raped by the jerk.)
Me: Chris? You've slept?
Him: (Still no reply, probably going to cum.)
Me: Chris help! (Screaming...scream become muffled) mm...mm...no!
(Sound of clothes being taken off and the bed shaking)
Him: Jess?? Are you ok? Speak to me! (I heard a moan then)
Me: Hey you finished? (I laughed) Know you're the biggest pervert
in the world? Even demand me to act out the story just to make you
cum. if I'm really raped you'll end up with no wife.
Him: Jess you're great.
Me: All right now. Be good and go to sleep. Will tell you a story
next time.
Him: Night honey. (kisses exchanged)
(END)