Any Teenage Boy’s Dream [Fm] [Rape] [Public]

It’s been 4 years now since the girls and I started our little tradition. Every summer, Amy, Tessa and I schedule a long weekend, where we drive up together to a cabin by the largest lake in our state. Amy’s dad lets us borrow it for a few days so long as we don’t burn it down. It’s remote enough where we wont be bothered, but close enough to a Starbucks maybe a half hour away. It’s a great way to avoid the heat, relax, and celebrate their birthdays. Amy’s is July 5th, Tessa’s is on the 8th. We make sure to be the first to submit our PTO requests as early as possible so we can get the weekend after the 4th sealed and set. The entire month prior is spent picking out outfits, movies to watch, books, anything you could think of. Of course, there’s a bit more to the trip than just a girl’s trip. We have to find some way to destress from work, in a way that’s safe and totally in our control.

Every year, the girls and I pick out our fun for each other. That’s to say, we pick out the guys we want to tag along for the weekend, and we each pick without the other knowing. We hit them up under the impression we’d hook up and have sex up there, but really we’d be picking them out for either three of us. And no girl gets to veto their pick, rules are rules. It’s an excellent trip idea first thought of by Amy, the older of the group. She’s taught me most I know from picking tinder dates to walking out of unpleasant hookups, quietly and safely. After the trip, we essentially cut all contact with the guys, and start fresh the following year. It’s been very successful this far. It’s plain awful and slutty of us, I’m sure. But that’s exactly why we keep it out of work, outside of any and all friendships, and most importantly, we keep it our little secret. We’re not really exhibitionists. We just love hooking up while we still can. I’m sure the guys don’t have much to complain about, either.

This year, I picked out a guy for Tessa. She was the youngest of us, not even yet old enough to legally drink – like that ever stopped us. She had trusted us recently to help her through a bad breakup. The guy was incredibly manipulative and abusive. I wanted to find her someone nice to get over the heartbreak. Nothing heals a heart quicker that some light choking. I wanted someone to have her gently and lovingly.

I met Chris at the dog park, believe it or not. He had a giant german shepherd that was the cutest, the first of many good signs. We had texted on and off, he was persistent, and we finally met up at a bar a few weeks after being sure he wouldn’t be a psycho. After a few drinks, he walked me back to my car like a gentleman. I asked if he wanted to join me in the back seat, and of course he said yes. He had the nicest, cleanest looking dick you could ever imagine, it fit perfectly in my hand and wasn’t too big. I stroked him while we kissed, and made sure to clean up after him with my lips. He asked when he could see me again, and I told him I’d text him. Now, without much notice, I told him about our lake trip and he seemed anxious to see me again. Poor guy. He was actually perfect for her, I thought. I wanted him to fuck Tess with that nice, sweet dick of his throughout that entire weekend. I’m such a good friend. I flirted along enough to get him interested, but not much more than that. He was Tessa’s now, as far as I was concerned. He just didn’t know it yet

The Thursday we left, I can admit I was anxiously awaiting my own match. Last year was a bit of a let down. The guy would fuck way too quickly, and came before I could even blink. I’m pretty sure he was also sleeping with Amy, which was a big nono in our rule book, but I let it slide. Tessa had picked him out for me after he had stalked her at her gym, very kind of her I would say. This year, my pick was coming from Amy, who historically always brought the best guys. I couldn’t wait to meet mine, I was giddy with all sorts of thoughts and ideas. The setup was simple: We could all crawl into Amy’s dad’s truck, with Amy driving. The guy she’d pick for me would be sitting in the back seat, with me on their lap, and Tessa with Chris back there in similar fashion. Amy’s passenger seat would be hers, where she could go fondle him every mile of the way. Another rule was, as soon as we introduce our guys, we ignore them the rest of the way. You’d think that would start problems, and sometimes it does for a bit, but guys will be guys. As soon as one of us girls starts chatting them up, they always forget who they came with. It worked much better than you’d like to believe. I felt a bit guilty about Chris, but he didn’t shy away from Tess either.

Tessa and I were just arriving at Amy’s, with our guys in the back seat nervously trying to bro each other out. We tried to pick similar personalities, but it wouldn’t always match. Tessa’s guy was definitely the jockier of the two, mine was polite and friendly. “I like him so much” Tessa whispered as we parked. Again, I’m such a great friend. I’ve got excellent taste, and I was happy she approved. Upon arriving, it’s safe to say it all went to shit. Amy smiled awkwardly, but didn’t say much, and my guy was nowhere to be seen. We introduced everyone and went over some basic plans, and I was starting to get nervous. Amy started assigning seats, and that’s when her little brother walked out her front door, bag in his hand.

Kevin is a straight creep. Either 18 or 19, I was never sure or never cared, he had been trying to tag along with us since we first started in our teens. He always gave me a terrible vibe, and tried my best to avoid him at every sleepover or hangout at Amy’s. He was caught more than once taking pictures of us on her backyard, and sending both Tessa and I inappropriate texts. He was always the creepiest around me, and I had his mom talk to gim about it, which he never forgave me for. Now, he wasn’t an idiot, he knew exactly what we’d be doing during our cabin trips. Amy wasn’t exactly subtle with packing beer, condoms, and any other sexual shit she wanted to bring along. Kevin would be tagging along, she would say. She gave me a wink as she assigned him backseat with me, alone. There was room upfront for Tessa this time. I was livid. I pulled her aside and asked what the fuck she was thinking, and she laughed it off like it was no big deal.

“Come on! He’s totally into you!” she laughed “He’s been wanting some since he was in middle school. You’ve known him forever!”

I would not fuck her little brother. And I would not agree to him coming. How is it that they had their two guys while I’d be stuck with the horny teenager? No way that was happening. She could see my face flushed in anger. She tried her best to reassure me.

“Look, I’m sorry. He has to come with us, my parents insisted. I thought it’d be funny as a joke. You don’t actually have to sleep with him. But he has to come. I’ll hook you up next year yeah? It’s my birthday tomorrow!”

I was so upset, I almost left then and there. Kevin was already seated in the back, obviously waiting for me to join, giving me his usual creepy stare. I felt so sorry for Tessa, as she observed from the front seat not knowing what was going on. I was worried about leaving her alone, Amy could take care of herself. But Tessa needed support right now. I grabbed my things and loaded them to the truck. Amy thanked me and tried to kiss me, but I ignored her and brushed her hug away, she noticed. I asked Kevin if I could sit in the middle, but he said no way, he was already seated. Not two minutes and he was already being an ass. Typical. I shoved my backpack at him and sat by the left window, Amy now closing our door as she sat upfront ready to drive off. We would normally spend the first hour cheering and singing along as we’d get comfortable with our new friends, but not today. I put on headphones and laid my head against the door, just dreading the whole thing. At least maybe I’ll be able to relax, avoid anyone, and eventually fuck Amy’s guy out of revenge, who knows. I dozed off as they started singing. It was getting dark. We’d be arriving around midnight.

I woke up later curled up on the seat, music blasting in the truck, with Kevin’s hand roaming down my shorts, my panties moved to the side. He was aggressively rubbing inbetween my lips, up and down, burning me with how rough his skin felt. In a panic I tried to sit up, but he pushed me down and continued rubbing me. It hurt, he didn’t really know what he was doing. Disoriented, wet, upset and drowsy, I fought him off of me as best I could. The music was so loud I’m sure they couldn’t hear the struggle yet. He was moving me onto my back, now quickly trying to remove my shorts as I started shouting for help and pulling my shorts up. I knew now then that they were perfectly aware up front, as they started laughing, with Amy cheering Kevin on as he positioned himself ontop of me. I had no idea where we were, or why this was happening.

My shorts were now dangling by one knee, as I cried and begged him to get off of me, he wouldn’t listen. His pants were now down to his thighs as he climbed over me, all four of them still cheering him on. Amy’s guy looking back at me, holding my left leg in place while Kevin covered my mouth. My underwear still on, he didn’t care. I could feel him pressing against me, pushing harder and harder, the only thing between us, stopping him from being inside of me, a tiny bit of cotton fabric. He grew angry and irritated as he pushed and pushed, unable to enter me. I then felt Amy’s guy reach down at my thigh, giving me a good squeeze, before sliding down to move my panties to the side. “There you go, little man. She’s ready now” he yelled. Kevin, already irritated and fully erect, pushed in with one hard thrust. I cried and moaned on his hand as he pinned me down. He thrusted deeper and deeper until he found his rhythm. All four of them, still, cheering him on as he raped me on the backseat. Amy cheered something about him no longer being a virgin.

I don’t know how long had passed, I came to with the truck stopped, and Kevin still going ontop of me. I could hear some voices outside, Amy laughing, someone saying “let’s give them some privacy” followed by more laughter. With the truck parked, and now us alone, Kevin had me just where we wanted me.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this,” he grunted. I pleaded him to stop.

“I’m so angry I wasn’t the first to fuck you, why didn’t you want me?” he continued. The truck shaking left and right, mimicking his dreadful pace. I cried some more and apologized, but he couldn’t stop. I even told him I’d sleep with him again later, if only he’d just let me go. This only seemed to anger him more and more. I was so sore and in pain. He was ripping me open in ways I’d never felt before. All i could see was the shadow of his body over mine, and my legs spread over the seats, dangling with each thrust. I cried for help, but he covered my mouth. No one could hear me. I had never had sex in the backseat of a car before that night. I was cramped and uncomfortable, just how he wanted. He had me all night to himself, and he couldn’t bring himself to wait another moment till we had reached the cabin. Now, everyone was inside, comfortable, celebrating and warm. And I was out here, spread on the backseat, hardly able to breath, being raped by the younger brother of my best friend. Who knows how long they had planned this.

This weekend was not turning out the best for me. He gave one last grunt as he shoved himself entirely inside of me, holding my arms in place above my head. I could feel him throbbing, filling me up to the stomach. I screamed for him to stop, but he held me in place just the same, still throbbing inside of me.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he whispered. Reaching down and stroking himself again. “We’re staying right here.”

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