Through the Window by WildUntammedFluffy
It should go without saying, this is a work of fiction do not engage in non-consensual activities with your partner or any one else. Please note the following tags, if you do not like one do not read. Consensual Sex, Creampie, Extreme, Hardcore, Non-consensual sex, Rape, Teen Male/Teen Female, Virginity, Young. , After stumbling upon my girlfriends diary, I discovery she has a secret rape fantasy. I was happy to help, maybe too happy.
I had the whole story written up and wanted to post it all at once, but unfortunately, people do not like long stories, as I have found out with previous stories. So I am posting this story in separate parts, sorry about that. This is the first in the series.
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Desma gave me a sly grin as we walked around the corner up to her house, “parents are gone.”
It took me a moment to figure out how she knew that. A quick look and I figured it out. The two-story home looked more inviting every time I had come over that week. The renovations, almost over, had the whole place looking better than ever. The clean windows and fresh paint made the whole place sparkle crisply. All except for the side of the house where they had run out of paint, leaving a tall ladder propped up against the house. Tucked away behind neatly trimmed hedges, we could not see the drive way until we had rounded the corner and what Desma had noticed first was the empty drive way.
“What about your sister?” I asked.
“She still has another hour of school, remember?”
My cock twitched, “you thinking what I’m thinking?”
Desma glanced at the bulge in my pants and stepped closer, giving me a light kiss on the lips while her hand rubbed my crotch, “what do you think Riki?”
It had been a week since we had last had any intimacy and at that age with that kind of libido, a week was a long time. After a short race up the stairs, we were soon tearing our clothes off. I fondled her breasts and kissed her. She returned the favor fondling my cock. Our lips never left each other while we explored one another with wandering hands, we never even closed the door. I am not sure if I pushed her or if she pulled me but, she ended up tumbling backward onto the bed with me on top of her. A thump followed as something fell of the bed but we paid it no mind. Light from the window opposite the bed, illuminated her long flowing hair as I traced her soft skin with light fingers making her shiver. Meanwhile she coddled my testicles and coed in my ear for more.
Desma wrapped her legs around me pull me down on top of her. Her breasts pressed into my chest as our bodies rubbed together. She broke the kiss with a gasp when my penis moved down her shaved runway and began sliding up and down her wet slit.
Smiling I continued to cover her with kisses as I made my way to her nipples and asked between kisses, “want…to…use…a…condom?”
We used condoms most of the time, Desma did not have birth control, but every once in a while, we would risk it. I would always pull out when we did of course but, that did not make it any less exciting. The idea that she might end up knocked up turned us both on and the sex was always better.
The way Desma’s eyes light up and smiled as she shook her head, “no” was so cute if I had a recording of it, I could have made a .gif that I could watch forever.
She did not need to tell me twice. Her pussy juice had already covered my cock and I had a drop of precum threatening to fall from the tip. Sliding into her pussy took no effort at all but I took my time doing it. Her lips parted in a hungry grin as her eyes dart back and forth between mine and the probing cock about to enter.
Teasing no longer, I pushed my way in. We both let out sigh of satisfaction. Desma wiggled her hips for a moment to adjust and then she rocked back, ready to begin.
We went at it fast and furious, each of us letting out our own moans, sighs, and grunts of pleasure. Desma’s fingers grasped at the sheets while I pulled on her hips driving deeper and deeper. The warm embrace of her pussy caressed my probing cock sending endless pleasure through her and me.
When we lost our virginities a year back, I would always cum first, it was embarrassing but I had come a long way since then. It was not uncommon for me to outlast her, spawning multiple orgasms but there was no way I would be accomplishing that at the rate I was plowing her. So, I cheated.
I took my hands off her hips and started rubbing circles on her clitoris with one hand and massaged her breast with the other. Desma’s eyes shot open and she let out a loud moan. Her back arched lifting her breast into my playful hand. I had her just where I wanted her. I toyed with the nipple, giving it a flick before gently tweaking and was promptly rewarded with another moan. Her swelled clitoris button, slick and warm to the touch, found no escape as I pinched.
Desma, in the final thralls before orgasm, writhed at my touch but could only take so much. She cried out, unable take any more. Her back arched while wrapping her legs around me, trapping me inside. My eyes shot open this time as her vagina vibrated on my naked cock, held within her. I let out a groan as I toppled over the point of no return while my balls boiled, ready to blast a hot load of cum deep within her unprotected womb.
Pinned inside her with fresh sperm already rushing down my shaft, I ripped myself away, a feat I to this day cannot fathom how I managed. The tip of my pulsing penis exited her virgin the same time the cum spewed forth. As remarkable a withdrawal as it had been, there was no way to keep all my cum from find its way inside her. The first blast shot inside the warm dark hole of Desma’s pussy I had recently vacated. While the next coated her labia, then her pussy mound, and finally her belly.
Thick ropes of cum oozed down her pussy and even more dripped form my tip. Desma continued to tremble underneath me, her legs still pulling me into her body.
“What the hell Desma? I nearly came inside you. Are you trying to get pregnant?” I am not sure if there was more fear or anger in my voice.
Her voice was distant, not fully grounded back into reality, “one time can’t hurt, Riki…”
“Oh yes it can. That’s how my mother had me,” I informed her.
Desma smiled up at me, “well aren’t you glad she did?”
Do not get the wrong idea, my mother loved me. She would not trade me for the world but I was an accident. The way she put it, or rather quoted from Bob Ross, “a happy little accident.” I however had no desires for any accidents, happy or not.
“Look,” I said, “if you really want me to cum in you, lets at least get some morning afters.”
She merely rolled her eyes but I gave her a stern look and held her gaze until she sighed, accepting defeat. Relieved I looked down at the mess we had made. Her pussy was plastered with cum with a good stream flowing on her belly. My dick had not gone completely flaccid but it perked back up as I admired our handy work.
Desma gestured me over. She then licked up my shaft from the base several times before swirling her tongue around the head and plopping it into her mouth. She gave me one final good squeeze pulling the last drops of cum from my cock before pulling her head off with a loud plop. Desma had me hard again and I let out a soft sigh. I loved the way she cleaned me but she was still a mess and covered in cum.
Although we both would have preferred to go at it again, now was not the time, “uh…you might want to go shower and clean that up. I think some of it did actually get inside.”
Desma looked down panicking a bit now that the mind fog of orgasm had passed, “really?”
“Probably a little, I think you’ll be ok if you wash it quickly.”
She stood up and cum streamed down her legs. “Right,” she said running to the door, and into the hall totally naked. She came back a moment later. “you’d better go. I don’t know when they’ll be home and it wouldn’t be a good idea if you were hanging out in my room while I was showering.”
I nodded and got off the bed to get dressed. She turned to leave again before looking back at me with a humble and thoughtful expression, “uhh, thanks for thinking with more than your dick by the way.”
I laughed, “at least one of us has to think straight.”
She smiled one last time before dashing out for her shower leaving me alone. I went to gather my clothes when I found it. At the head of the bed, on the right wall and on the floor were my pants. On top of which was a book, it must have fallen off the bed, from under the pillow perhaps, making the thump earlier. I picked it up and turned it over for further inspection, not a book a diary, Desma’s diary. I raised my eyebrow in surprise, I did not know she had a diary. Setting the book on the bed I finished putting my clothes on.
The sound of the shower told me I would not see Desma for probably a half hour. Besides I had not planned on staying much longer since I had no idea when her parents would return. I went to leave but the diary caught my eye once more. A quick peek would not hurt.
Lifting the book, it opened near the middle where she had left a pen in as a bookmark. I had not been prepared for what she had written.
“Dear diary, why am I so horny all the time? This morning, I was rubbing my pussy before I was even awake. I cam twice and I was dreaming about getting rapped! Is there something wrong with me for that?”
I took a step back I was so blown away by the entry, Desma had a rape fantasy? I had to know more.
“I walked home from school with Riki again. It has been almost a week since we last had sex, god I wish he would just tie me up and ram his cock up my pussy. If I, could I would let him do so every day but I’m sure he would think me a perverted slut if he knew. Besides, privacy is hard to come by with my parents and my sister around. Speaking of my sister, I’m not the only one with high libido around here. I heard Kesha masturbating again. I don’t think she realizes how thin the walls are. I couldn’t help myself. When I heard the sound of her moaning, I masturbated too. I kept it quiet at least. I feel kind of sorry for her though, I at least have Riki for fun but Kesha is a virgin.”