Before we married, and for awhile after, my wife told me about the things she got herself into, and things she did with her previous boyfriends. This , in my words and some of hers, is about one of those stories.
She dated the guy she was with just before me a little over 6 months. He had made a move on her during a low point in her life, taking advantage of her after some high school friends had tricked her into being alone with a guy, and ended up getting fucked by him. She was a senior in high school at the time, and as seniors do, they spent most of their time partying. Therefore she didn’t think anything of it when they called up one night and told her to come over to this guys house. When she got there, her friends had left, and only this dude, whom she knew, and had partied with was there. She wound up being “overwhelmed” by him (her words) and in less than an hour she had been fucked and was on her way back home, wondering what had happened. When she found out next day at school he friends had set it all up, she felt betrayed and humiliated.
The guy that took advantage of the situation knew about it, having been told by her “buddies” that planned it, but he missed out on being a part of it. Over the coming days, he befriended her, sympathizing with her, without letting her know that he was aware of what had happened. Having dumped her former “friends” she was lonely and in need of companionship. It wasn’t long before they were going out and spending a lot of time together, which very soon led to her having sex with him.
She told me she initially had sex with him, because after finding out about his own living situation, (he came from a very poor background), she felt sorry for him. He had become her only friend, partly by keeping her isolated from others. He started picking her up, and then taking her to a place she had shown him in the woods, to get high,which of course led to them making out. After the first time she said that was all he wanted to do. He would come by and pick her up, and immediately head out to the woods (a parcel of land that ironically was known by my families name, since relatives had once owned it). They would get high, usually smoking weed she supplied, and he would start making out with her, and usually ended up fucking her.
I say, usually, because she didn’t use, and never had used birth control. At the time, and being from a small town it wasn’t readily available, she hated condoms, and loved to feel guys cum in her. So she only fucked when she wasn’t fertile. she was pretty darn good at determining that, had been doing it for some time, and got away with it, as long as the guys behaved. As long as they behaved. Then one night, or afternoon, he didn’t.
I determined, based on what she told me, that it was right around, if not on Valentines day when they got together for what I assume was the last time. What I later learned about her cycle, and the time of year it happened, would have put it right at Valentines day. Perfect time to force your girlfriend huh ? and that’s what happened.
He picked her up, and as usual, headed for the woods. She expected this, she said, since that was his routine. When they got to the spot they normally parked her pulled out some weed, and they got high. She noticed that he seemed to be a bit wilder, more “grabby” than usual when he started making outwith her. At first, it started out with the regular kissing, then his kisses got more and more passionate, almost taking her breath away before he came up for air. He started pawing at her tits, first outside her shirt, then slipping his hand inside. She had really small tits, considered herself liberated, and so hardly ever wore a bra. She wasn’t wearing one then, and when he felt her hardening nipples, it excited him more. He was really getting worked up, “I’d never seen him act so wild” she told me, “breathing so hard, pawing at me, getting all sweaty”. It was starting to scare me a bit, just the way he was acting”. She told him he needed to settle down, that they weren’t gonna be able to do anything because it wasn’t “a good time”. Words he’d heard her say before, and had always respected her refusal to fuck. “you’ll have to wait awhile ok ?”. It was like the words fell on deaf ears, she said, and he continued trying to pull her shirt over her head, trying to get her pants undone, and his hands in them, all the time with his tongue down her throat, about to suffocate her.
As he got wilder and wilder, and as she continued to try to reason with him, all the time struggling to stop what he was doing, she said she was getting a bit afraid because of the way he was acting, not listening to her at all, so she tried once more to reason with him. In an attempt to settle him, down she told him she would get naked with him, and they could “play” (Her words for about anything short of intercourse), so though she didn’t say as much to me, she was offering to jerk him off, give him a blow job (which would have been difficult because of his size, she did tell me he had a huge cock) anything to get him off, IF he wouldn’t try to fuck her. She was, and still is, very naive. Since he told her he wouldn’t try to fuck her if she got naked with him, she expected him not to. That, of course isn’t what happened.
“As soon, as we were naked, he went right back to it, trying to get on top of me, and get my legs apart. I was already tired from struggling with him before, and I tried to reason with him, and keep him from getting on top of me, but he was stronger than I was” (even though he was really skinny like her) she said when they fucked that his bony hips pounding against hers, plus his size made it really painful for her when they fucked. “It didn’t take long for him to get on top of me and get between my legs” she said. :When he did, I saw it was no use and just quit struggling and let him do it”. He used to be gentle when he put it in, because he was so big, and he knew I had trouble taking him, even when I was lubed up good, but that time, as soon as he got between my legs, he just plunged it all the way in to his balls”. I tried to squirm away from him, but it was no use. He lay down on top of me with all his weight, pinning me beneath him. I could hardly breath as he started pounding me with out any consideration. As wild as he had been before, he was wilder now, getting up as close as he could between my legs, his bony hips crashing into mine. He was literally shoving me backwards every time he buried it in me he was going at it so hard and fast. I could hear him grunting and feel and hear his balls slapping against me.He was slobbering all over my shoulder as he buried his head against my chest. It seemed to go on forever, with him sweating and grunting, laying on top of me, cutting my air off. Finally when he started to cum. he completely collapsed on me. I felt every throb of his cock, which he had buried in me, as he shot time after time inside me. He took his time rolling off me, rolling over and panting for breath. At least I could finally breathe, but I knew as soon as he got off me I was pregnant. As soon as I caught my breath, I found my clothes and dressed and told him to take me back to town. We went to a burger place with outside bathrooms so I could sneak in and get cleaned up. I then made him take me home. I went to the bathroom, and using my mothers douche bag, tried to get as much of his cum out as I could, but of course it didn’t help.
She told me this on our first date. She said at the time she was about a month pregnant, and considering the circumstances intended on getting an abortion. Since a month had passed in the mean time, I really don’t know what occurred between them in that amount of time. He tried everything he could to keep her from breaking up with him,to the extent of breaking into her house to talk to her. He may have fucked her again, though she didn’t say he did.
After getting a friend of hers to arrange a meeting between them just before we married, he disappeared and hasn’t been heard from since.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticstories/comments/lkklk5/unwanted_valentine_gift
Take good care of her. Poor thing. Maybe he’s got cancer, maybe.