I cannot think of one.I cannot think of one. He smiles and promises to be more respectful of my wishes in the future. Then it starts. Two weeks after Wayne takes over and my breasts are almost normal, a boy jumps me when I am working in the yard. He forces me to get in his car. He handcuffs my hands behind me and drives to his home. He treats me rough, but he is not the rough type. He is tender with my breasts. He forces me to strip and makes me stroke myself till I am ready. He then takes over my special spot while I make him ready. He opens the curtains of his living room while we stand naked. Then he mounts me and rides me till we both come. Anyone walking down the street could look in and see what we are doing. When he has come several times and wants a rest, he has me get up on my hands and knees and spread my legs. He slowly and carefully inserts his hand into my pussy. When he is in, he squeezes my uterus. It is still very tender and I cry out. When his fingers start to penitrate me, I groan in pain. He gets two fingers in and stops. He forces my chest down on the floor while he spreads my pussy and looks into me. He gets a flashlight and looks further. Finally he has me get him ready one last time by sucking his penis. He works on my spot also. When he is hard and ready, I am moaning my readiness. This time we reach climax together. It is very good sex. I walk home singing. Two days later I get fifty dollars in the mail. The next time, I am raped at school. Just as lunch starts, I am walking to my locker when the chem lab door swings open and two boys pull me in. One holds my mouth and hands while the other removes my clothes. |