For the first few months of our relationship everything was fine concerning our sexual lives. My boyfriend had been a virgin when we met which I always thought strange seeing as he was twenty, the fact was he was very shy around women and I had been the one to chase him rather than he chase me. My boyfriend has always been a tender lover, always more concerned about making me cum than worrying about himself, which I found very touching. I did not truly find out how I felt about getting fucked hard until after one night at a party.
It was a typical college party, the house was crowded with everyone trying to get as drunk as possible, my boyfriend and I included. Towards the end of the night we were all very drunk and I was in the kitchen talking to some friends in a very slurred way. I was so drunk in fact that I was talking to Ragnar. Ragnar was one of the guys that always hung around us. I think that he was an exchange student, I did know that he was from Switzerland. He had done lots of research into the "Viking" and early Roman cultures.
Ragnar was older than the rest of us about maybe thirty. Most, secretly, found him very creepy, for actually digging into ancient gravesites. The guys seemed to like him, though, because he had a flash car and bought them beer, or brewed it himself. It was obvious to us girls that he was only hanging around to try and get in with one of us and we treated him like the pervert player we thought he was. This did not seem to bother Ragnar and he would smile his, what I naively thought, lecherous smile at any of us whenever we told him to get lost. My boyfriend especially did not like him.
Ragnar was not only older and richer but he was also a very large man. Not particularly fat but he was very tall and muscular. He would always wear a tight black tee shirt, which always had some kinky sexual picture on it. But tonight for some reason I was enjoying talking to him. It was probably the copious amounts of strong alcohol I had drunk but the more we talked the more I began to find Ragnar attractive. As the other partygoers all sloped off to find somewhere to sleep I found myself alone with Ragnar in the kitchen.
He noticed too and promptly turned the conversation to sex. I was kind of expecting it, as Ragnar was weird, he would actually get off on getting a girl to talk about sex. It didn't bother me that night and I was quite prepared to talk to him about it. Over the next hour I found myself telling Ragnar all about my sex life. (What an idiot I was.) Ragnar was very interested and asked me all sorts of questions which I later regretted answering. At the time, though, it all seemed natural to tell him. When I told him about my boyfriend and how he was so gentle and caring Ragnar began to laugh, a deep evil sounding laugh. I grew angry and asked him why he found it so funny.
He replied that he would never be such a wimp and when he had sex he made sure the girl got fucked hard and if she enjoyed it then great, but if not he did not care. I was shocked and turned on at the same time. The alcohol was working it's magic and I was getting horny. Disclosing the secrets of my sex life to Ragnar was also turning me on.
When he said he would fuck any girl hard and fast I could not help but imagine him on top of me fucking me whether I liked it or not. I felt myself getting ready to screw him and suddenly I came to my senses and blurted out I needed to go to sleep. He simply smiled his infuriating, your ass is mine now smile. I took my glass to the sink and was washing it out under the tap when I suddenly felt arms slide around me and hold me tight. I knew it was Ragnar.
His mouth was right by my ear as he spoke.
He said, "Come on, my dear. I know you got turned on back there. You're just a horny little slut like all the rest. You need a big fat cock up you so that you know what a real man is like."
I was outraged and struggled to get free but his grip on me was too tight. True, I could have screamed but did not; the truth was his filthy words had turned me on even more. I stopped struggling and just stood there breathing hard.
He whispered, "Good girl." in my ear.
Then I felt his hand move down from my shoulder where he had been easily restraining me. He unbuttoned my shirt, tore my bra, then his hand moved slowly inside over my right breast until his big paw completely covered it and he gave it a sudden tight squeeze.
I gasped as both pleasure and pain enveloped me, my knees nearly buckled. I knew then that I was his for the taking, and looked forward to surrendering myself to him. He released my breast and carried on down my body, over my skinny flat stomach and down to my crouch. I was wearing a short tan skirt made of some thin material, which really clung, to me. His hand moved down to the hem of the skirt and he grabbed my thigh. I gasped again. My resistance was fading rapidly. Where the hell was my boyfriend when I needed him most?
I was standing in a kitchen being groped by a man I hardly knew whilst my boyfriend was probably just outside the door. What was worse was the man was the Ragnar. His hand did not last long on my thigh and almost immediately he started moving it up my thigh towards my crouch. This time his hand moved under my skirt and I looked down in wonder to see his wrist disappearing under my skirt and between my legs.
I was wearing only a small pair of white panties and I felt his finger brush against them and start rubbing up and down my vaginal opening. I was so turned on by this point that my love juice was soaking through the gusset of my panties and by the horrid snicker from Ragnar he was aware of it too. It did not take Ragnar too long to find the edge of my panties and slip his fingers inside. I came at the thought of him holding me down and screwing me.
He continued rubbing me and I knew it would not be long before he would try to stick his fingers inside me. In my mind I can remember telling myself to get away, I was about to be fingered by a disgusting, pervert whom I hated and who was years older than me. I ignored myself and felt myself involuntarily spread my legs so that Ragnar could access my cunt more easily. I heard his creepy laugh again as he realized I had surrendered myself to him. His middle finger slowly inched its way up my well-lubricated slit.
