Tania was 23 when we met and dated for a brief time. She was a graduate student at a local college and looking at her, you’d have thought she was a freshman. Tiny and thin with small athletic body. She was pretty.
She was a good Christian girl. She had tried to save herself for marriage but found the sins of the flesh to hard to resist and the guilt afterwards hard to bear. During the act, she simply couldn’t cum. She felt so good and so guilty at feeling good that should couldn’t finished. She found herself having one nights stands because she couldn’t bear to see the same guy twice and face her sin or the guys she met couldn’t handle the solution.
You see, she had discovered the solution with an abusive ex. She didn’t have to feel guilty if she was being raped.
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The date went as she had asked me. I had picked her up and she had been in a modest, but cute dress. Her hair was short in a pixie cut that matched her small frame well. We talked about books we liked. As we drove to the restaurant, I placed my hand above her knee and she removed it.
“I don’t date fresh boys RD,” she said, her tone firm, “If you won’t behave yourself in a manner befitting a decent Christian, I will ask you to let me out and I will go home.”
I behaved.
At dinner I ordered us both drinks. She had downed hers before the appetizers arrived.
We made small talk and I continued to order her drinks. She, who barely weight half my body weight, drank 4 to my 1 and a half.
I brought her back to her house and suggested that we watch a movie I had rented. Some stupid rom com and she agreed, but warned me that she had a roommate and not to expect to be in her bedroom or do anything that would not be appropriate because she wasn’t that sort of girl.
She was surprisingly lucid, but as I would learn (and should have guessed) Tania was a functioning alcoholic. It took quite a bit to get her to the state she liked to be in.
Additionally, we both knew, that her roommate had gone home for the weekend. Though, when we got upstairs and found the apartment empty, she pretend to be shocked and assured me the woman would be home soon and that she should ask me to leave but wouldn’t since I’d been behaving myself.
Honestly, sometimes I wasn’t entirely sure how much of our setups she remembered and how often she was being serious. I don’t know if she knew either.
I fixed us both drinks, rums and cooks, hers much much stronger than mine. We sat down to watch the movie, her cuddled up to me. She allowed me to steal kisses that she kept short, but slowly let linger, and I tried to judge her inebriation by them.
She finished her drink and I made her another but as the movie was getting close to ending, I could see her head wobbling a bit. It was time. As I sat back on the couch, I kissed her more aggressively.
She accepted it at first but as I pushed my advantage, pushing her body backwards on the couch and wrapping my hand around her waist she started to push me back.
“Behave RD,” she said, her words were slurring, either on purpose or through drink or both, I don’t know. But her pushes were week.
As I didn’t stop, as I started to grope at her breasts she started pushing back harder but she was having trouble keeping her head up, let alone pushing off someone twice her size.
I moved off of her long enough to pull the straps of her dress down, exposing her bra, and then dug my arms under her, kissing here neck, until I got the bra off, exposing her tiny, perky breasts.
“No, no,” she kept saying, but quietly and with what sounded like effort.
I roughly took one breast in my hand and the other in my mouth. Kneading and sucking. Pinching and biting. She cried out in pain as I bit at her nipple and her struggles to get me off picked up.
She started to gasp, not crying but sounding like she was on the edge so I slapped her (not ver hard). And she whimpered.
“We both know this is what you wanted,” I said, “you wouldn’t have gone out with me if this isn’t what you wanted.”
She started shaking her head, with effort, saying no again, but I silenced her with kisses. Most she rejected, but some she responded to.
I slid my hand under her dress. I found her panties wet and she slammed her legs shut. She fought me and I ended up sliding her onto the floor, onto her knees, chest pushed into the couch seat with my hand on her back. Now with my legs helping to keep legs open, I managed to yank her panties down and off one leg, leaving them looped around one ankle.
“RD,” she said words still slurring, “no, please, no, I’m saving myself.”
I pulled my cock free, I was so hard it hurt, and said, “shut up,” as i pushed my way into her from behind. It was easy, she was so so wet. I almost lost it though, as she started to make small sobbing noises into the couch. I fucked her slowly and leaned onto her back as I tried to get my arm and hand under her crotch.
As I got my fingers to her clit her sobs began to mix with gasps of pleasure.
“See,” I told her, “we both knew you wanted this.”
That was the problem though. She did. Tania wanted it. She could be drunk and say no, which helped, but she knew she wanted it. She knew what she was wanting and doing was a sin. She was just another slutty heathen spreading her legs. She’d never cum this way.
I continued to fuck her until I was close, but made myself stop. I climbed off her and stripped off her dress, she lay on the floor pulling herself into a fetal position, but I picked her up into a fireman carry and brought her into her bed room, throwing her onto her back on her bed, her head hanging off slightly.
I stripped as well and climbed onto her, forcing my cock, slick with her pussy, into her mouth. She made loud gagging noises but had no where to run, and then I bent forward and began to eat her.
I licked and slurped and forced two fingers deep into her pussy, finding and massaging the G-spot. Her body writhed under me and while she didn’t really “suck me” her struggles provided lovely sensation.
He cries of protest mixed with pleasure slowly got more urgent and I knew she was close to orgasm, it was a sign, but that she wouldn’t cum. It was time to up the ante. I gave her no warning before sliding the two fingers from her pussy into her ass, using my free hand on her clit, which freed up my mouth to bite hard into her thigh.
She screamed and came. Mid orgasm I pulled out and moved onto her back, her frame still shuddering as she gasped.
On her back her head lolled to the side and her eyes were only half open. I Lifted her legs to my shoulders and shoved my cock into her pussy again, her body jumped and she said no but didn’t have the enthusiasm of early.
The date before, I had finished like this, fucked her and finished on her face as I fingered her again. She had liked it, but complained that she needed more.
So I gave her more.
I pulled my cock from her pussy, and with one hand rubbing at her clit, and the other aiming my cock, I shoved into her, only lubed with her own juices.
She screamed, though it was still muted and strained, more of a confused yell. She’d never been fucked in the ass (or at least she claimed) and our play had only included fingers to that point.
I thrust slowly and carefully, rubbing variously at her clit. She tried to fight me off, push me with her legs, I think maybe even legitimately to get me to stop. But she was too out of it and too small and I continued to have my way with her.
I heard her gasping, pleasure and pain, whining “no no no no” as she started to cum again, almost finally pushing me out of her with the vigor of her spasms, and I came right at the entrance to her ass.
I pulled out and left her, sprawled nude on the bed with my semen dribbling onto the bed from her ass. She wiggled a few times, made a few more small soft sobs and was asleep.
I wasn’t ready for bed, so I used her computer for awhile and, an hour later or so, set up her camera and filmed myself fucking her unconscious body. She murmured once or twice for me to stop and when I bit hard into her the meat of her breast, she almost woke up.
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The next morning. She’d wake me up and insist on watching the video. She had woken up vaguely during the fucking and was dripping wet. She wanted me to take her doggy while she watched it on her monitor, but she couldn’t cum. After I finished, she masturbated herself to orgasm touching her sore asshole and telling me how bad it hurt.
It was just what she wanted and she couldn’t wait to see how I upped the game next.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/d4qs63/mf_orgasms_while_drunk_and_raped_dubious_consent
Sorry dude, but if this story is true it is rape.
Excellently written post. Very hot.