My name is Lily, and my fantasies came true with you. Fantasies are a funny thing, aren't they? We all have them. They well up, sometimes, in a great surge. And when they well up in me my juice plump horny clit gets so fat and hot that it's like a kind of giant swollen knob in my pussy, waiting to have its juices sucked out.
The trouble is, my first fantasy played out, and it marked me for life. What some people fantasise about but never actually do, set up their own 'rape', became my overriding urge. And you, you lovely man, with your fantastic warm hard cock, you showed me the way. You were the first to show me what it was like to be fucked and slapped and dominated and filled. You were my first rearranged rapist.
You weren't the first to fuck me, although you were the second. Your wife was the fourth. That was the idea of course, but I'll tell you first about the first one, about how I ended up wanting to be used, to be spanked, to be fucked and forced, to beg and plead and suck and swallow.
The first time I was fucked was at my parents' silver wedding anniversary. It was a beautiful, hot summer's day. They had a marquee in the garden and lots of family and friends came, including my lecherous Uncle Brian, a middle-aged bodybuilder with a permanently subdued wife called Amy who wouldn't say boo to a goose. Brian was my mother's brother. Everything about him was huge - his great, ugly arm muscles, his tattoos, his thick fat fingers. He even had a tattoo on his shaved head. He made dirty jokes all the time and he used to look at my tits. Once, when he had passed me in the kitchen during a Christmas lunch, he kind of tripped and leaned against me, and I think I felt his cock through his trousers. If that was his cock it was as big as the rest of him. He used to smirk at me after that. Sometimes he stuck his tongue out and wiggled it. Once I dreamed he put that tongue deep inside me and fucked me with it as he suckled like a pig on my fat wet clit. I came in a great wave in my sleep, and I woke up sweating and horrified and avoided him for weeks.
I had to help out at the party, because I was still living at home, a nineteen-year old virgin without a boyfriend in sight. I'd had a girlfriend for a time, my cousin Belle, I used to suck her lovely pussy as she fingered me, playing with her clit with my tongue - and sometimes she'd feed on my tits till milk came in little drops, but Belle had recently decided she wanted to try a nice fat cock and was dating a boy from Glasgow. She'd suggested we have a threesome, but I wasn't convinced I wanted to watch him fucking her. I wanted someone fucking me. I had been trying to work out how I could find a man to give me what I wanted without the risk he'd want to stick around. I didn't want to get tied down yet, you see. I wanted to try some fat cocks. I wanted them to be strangers. I wanted it rough, not polite. Brutal, not shy. Forceful not gentle. Masterful, not unsure. It was a rape fantasy - but in my case it was going to become very real.
So, there I was, handing round canapes at Mum and Dad's twenty-fifth. My brother Tom was doing the cocktails and I was doing the food, in a skimpy French waitress outfit that my mum thought was a retro joke. I had a little black skirt on, stockings, a frilly white blouse that showed the swell of my nubile tits, high heels... I looked like a tart but of course my parents thought it was a joke. Brian didn't. The fact that Brian and Amy were at the party had not improved its quality. He had had plenty to drink, as usual, and was being loud and offensive about my short skirt and fat nipples, which he said poked through the white blouse like two little signals. I have very fat juicy teats. You loved them too. I go wild when you pinch and squeeze them.
My father thought Brian was being funny. I thought he was gross. Amy seemed unaware -- she had gone to talk to my mother. Brian was following me around taking drinks off my try and telling me he'd love to be there when I got fingered for the first time. I told him to piss off, he was disgusting.
He said, 'you wouldn't say that if you saw my fat prick, baby. You'd be on it like a slut, your hot little lips couldn't wait to suck on my fat wet cockhead...'
And I glared, 'in your dreams, you sad old git...,' and I could see I had made him furious. So, I added, 'and you can keep your tiny dick. I'm looking for a real man with a real fat knob.'
I shouldn't have goaded him, but I liked it. I'd had years of him licking his lips, trying to touch my tits through my sweaters. I shouldn't have teased him about his cock.
I did it, I suppose, because I was very bored. Who wants to spend the afternoon dressed as a slut having middle aged men make tart jokes at you whilst they eat sausages on a stick? You can imagine. I had heard every sausage joke there was. I'd been asked if I had any tarts so often that my smile felt stiff. Eventually I decided it was time for a break, and I went to my bedroom to use my vibrator.
I like to pleasure my fat little fruit whilst I'm standing up, as it hangs down all swollen and gorgeous. I also love to clamp my tits as I fuck myself, I love that mixture of pleasure and pain. If I could spank myself I would. So I had clamped my tits with bulldog clips till they swelled and ached, and was leaning against the window stroking the fat juicy knob of my bulging clit with my little silver vibrator, watching my breath on the glass and watching the people coming in and out of the marquee in the garden below.
Oh my clit was loving it, and so was I. I was playing and stroking, teasing and buzzing as I tugged on the clamps, imagining a fat cock in me, pleasuring me, a stranger, fucking and forcing, me with no choice, me plundered and fucked as I moaned and writhed... I might even have been whispering, 'oh yes master, rape me now...' I might if I'm honest have been imagining Uncle Brian's cock. Just not Uncle Brian on the other end of it, smarmy bastard.
He must have heard something through the door. The vibrator is quite buzzy. I had been teasing and playing with my horny clit for a good ten minutes, stroking and pleasuring and vibrating on the hood, the lips. Now the hood had popped back, my clit was bulging and exposed and I was at last, bringing it to climax. I was lost to it at that point, I was just building up to a glorious, controlled orgasm, with contracting pussy and swelling teats and that gorgeous tingling growing feeling that rushes through you and heats you like toast...
I was breathing fast and moaning quietly as the buzzer worked my clit. I was moving it back and forth, pushing it as far as I could into my virgin pussy, writhing and sighing, wishing I had a dildo... I didn't even hear my bedroom door being opened and shut. The first I knew was that just as my orgasm built up and started to fill me, I was seized by two powerful male hands from behind and a long, fat, lubed dick paused for a split second to nudge between my pussy lips. I felt fat velvet cockhead poised at my deep and intimate entrance and then, as I drew breath to scream, a sudden huge driving force it plunged hard and swift and deep and lusting into my closed virgin pussy, diving into my depths like a submarine docking, hot, fat, thick horny, unstoppable.
Oh my God. The cock plunged in faster than I could draw breath, driving and spreading, forcing and taking, splitting my hymen as if it was nothing and forcing on through my tight dark sheath, impaling me on none inches of gloriously hot fat cock like a kebab... and as I shuddered and shook and my scream was strangled by the shock and lust of cock riding my cum, driving through my building spasms, it was swelling inside me like a giant spaceship, hot and throbbing and thick and sore and my tits were dripping milk and my whole body was shaking with shock and lust as I started to cum as I had never cum before...
My God as it plunged into me as my orgasm ripped me apart, seizing me in a storm of lust as the giant knob plunged on through the first spasming waves of cum, my virginity gone as if it were never there, as my poor innocent pussy didn't know whether to roar with pleasure or pain..... fingers covers my mouth as my shocked pussy gripped the plundering cock and the plunging shaft compressed and rubbed and fired on my giant clit, and I started to shudder and contract around its huge slippery fatness...
I was lost to lust as my cum started to seize me. My left teat was actually squirting, and as I opened my mouth to scream two fingers were pushed hard into it and the fucking began at once, hard and urgent, fast and slick... I was being rutted, ridden, filled, stoked and worked, fucked and used, and he was holding me, thrusting me, doing me, that hot fat cock like a piston, hard and rough in and out of my juicy lubed cunt. God he was rough. He was like some sort of engine, fucking, fucking, fucking as my tissues parted and gripped and screamed in lust and shock...
I could hear grunting like a pig, and I realised it was him, and it was me. I was struggling and shuddering but my orgasm was on me like a train roaring into the station... I couldn't stop it, I was overwhelmed with lust for what was happening, with urgent hungry slut lust for this cock in me right now as I came in wave after wave of contraction, feeling the banging of huge cockhead on my cervix, feeling my ovaries moving as he thrust... and I was cumming moaning and gasping around that fat fucking rod as his cockhead plunged my and his long fat shaft rode wild and hard and rough on the waves of my contracting. And I wanted it, and I rode it, and I guided his fat hands to my tit clamps and urged him to pull on them as he fucked and rode me like a whoring bitch... I wanted this as I had never wanted anything before.
They say your first time marks out the way you like to fuck. My first time was anonymous, rough, unasked for but oh god I wanted it in there and I loved it. As my master's cock fucked me, as it spread me and filled me and plunge deep into the dark sweet tight passage of my aching virgin cunt I was urging it in, shivering and shaking and pushing my wet used pussy onto it, ready and ripe and horny, a slut being made, a slut with fat tits and a fat clit and a pussy that wanted cock like this, rough and anonymous, taking me, raping me, filling me, fucking me, doing me, bruising me., slapping my arse, fingering my butt as he fucked and thrust...the slut that you, too, were to fuck like a whore.
Oh God my orgasms are usually short, but this one went on and on, and as my master fucked and thrust and drove and grunted I was urging him on harder, 'oh yeaahhh, oh God....,' sucking on the fat fingers over my mouth as I let him ride me, take me, use me, fill me... I was still cumming as he snatched the vibrator away from where I still held gripped it in one hand, and pushed it on my fat knob, adding clit stimulation to the wild rubbing g-spot cum and the glory of the longed-for cockrape, bringing me off in wild muffled cries as I came and came and came on his giant swollen cock.
Oh God. I was out of it. I was moaning and begging and my tits were bouncing and aching and longing and then, as the shudders of my aching orgasm filled me and racked me and used me, he pulled that huge long fat shaft out from me, leaving my empty pussy spasming and longing as he pushed me to my knees.
'Oh God... oh please...'
Gasping, bereft, shocked, I came to my senses like a shock of cold water and as I struggled to get up I was pushed back down by strong tattooed arms and I looked up at him...
'Suck my dick you fucking slut...'
Uncle Brian, dark and lecherous, laughing at my contorted orgasm racked face...
