Would You Understand?

Warning: Story is Rated 18 written by Oluseyimcfunny and ShyTalkative
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My name is Tumi and I recently turned 20. It has taken 4 years for me to summon up the courage to tell this story, my story. The past years have been filled with agony, cries, and rage. I had even hit an all-time low, my depression had worsened. The doctor said I should continue to write that it would comfort me better. I had nearly given up on life, there were days I considered suicide but I just couldn’t bring myself to it. It would be a selfish thing to do I would convince myself. Don’t judge me as I tell you my story.

I was 16, young, and full of life. I was ready to explore sex, drugs and love at least I thought I was. I loved kissing, smooching, grinding on guys and excessive partying. I was a regular teenager like you. I was told numerous times to slow it down but I never listened. I loved boys too, but I knew better than to wear skirts to any guy’s house. I avoided getting drunk at parties, made sure I came with a wingman and enough money with me so I wouldn't have to depend on anyone. It wasn’t long until I began dreaming of the day I’d lose my virginity. White candles, red roses, scented candles, red wine & slow music. I was a romantic.

On one fateful evening, Fiyin invited me for a party at her house and told me it was gonna be over night. She said it was going to be fun because her parents weren't going to home and there would drinks, food, weed and most importantly, boys. Fiyin was my best friend at least that was what I thought. I picked out a black mini dress that showed off my curves, a red handbag and my favorite Jimmy Choo heels that screamed "fuck me". I told my mum I was going to sleep over at Fiyin’s. I told her she was throwing a slumber party, which was partly true but now I wish I never lied to her. I packed my bags and wore a bum short and a tank top and drove to Fiyin's house. I was right on time and by 9pm, people were strolling into the house. It was really big, 7 bedrooms, 8 baths and it even had a huge pool and a tennis court. Her parents were rich well we were both rich and spoiled. As the crowd grew bigger I immediately changed into my dress and was trying to balance on the shoes cause I've had "a lot of little" to drink. I drank a little more, danced with a few people, kissed some until I began feeling light headed. I went into one of the rooms to lay down for a bit and I think I passed out.

I remember waking up and seeing Fiyin with some boy I didn't recognize, I tried to keep my eyes opened and the next time I managed to there were two boys in the room but she was gone. I wasn’t sure how many minutes had passed but my head was beginning to pound. The loud music didn’t help and I just wanted to get up. Right then, I felt held down like there was another body weighing me down. Alas! There was one onto me, I tried to shake him off but I was too weak. By this time, my dress was bunched up around my waist; I could feel a strange hand caressing my inner things. This couldn’t be happening. He was taking his trouser off, I released a scream but I could hear my voice drowning. It was no match for the vulgar music playing in the house. I shut my eyes tightly in the hopes that everything would go away. Perhaps it was just a nightmare. Without notice, I felt a painful thrust. This guest wasted no time in putting his penis in me, right then I felt the hot tears let loose from my lacrimal glands. He was slow at first but then increased his pace. I was taken against my will, I wanted it to stop but my body betrayed me, I felt myself getting lubricated. I was in so much pain, I prayed for someone to come in, no one did. I passed out again and woke to another boy trying to fit it in me. I couldn’t take it anymore, I tried to scratch him and then he hit me. I pleaded with him to let me go but he didn't! I puked and felt disgusted with myself. I let myself go, I couldn’t fight it anymore. I wasn’t sure how many more people had their way with me that night, I couldn't remember. I passed out.

 When I finally woke up around 1pm the next day, I felt sore, the air in the room made me nauseous and I felt like I just survived a car wreck. I couldn't find my dress but managed to crawl to the bed where I pulled the bed sheet to cover my nakedness. I tried to pull myself up and used every ounce of energy left in me to walk to Fiyin's room. She lay there stripped, battered and almost lifeless. I didn’t know what to do. I shook her badly and called out her names. I was petrified. I was confused. I wouldn’t stop until she let out a cry. She looked in my eyes and held on to me as if I could give her life. I was sad; I wasn’t there to save her. I remember that day like it was yesterday, everyone blamed it on us; even the police said we brought this on ourselves and we should be thankful we weren't killed. I hate the Nigerian Police. They never caught those boys, but every night, before I sleep, I curse them. I wanted everyone and everything they ever loved taken away from them; I showered curses upon their generations. I wanted them miserable as long as they lived. I still carry a lot of hurt in me but people want me to let go. I laugh, if this happened to you, your best friend or your sister, would you tell them to forgive and forget?

 My name is Tunmi and I was raped at 16.

A Night To Remember

Warning: Story is Rated 18 written by Oluseyimcfunny and ShyTalkative
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The night ended well except that Halima got really drunk, I thought our evening was going great until she began to go on and on about her last lover. I really wasn’t paying attention but she wouldn’t stop pouring more drinks till I asked the waiter not to bring her any. As we made our way to one of the guest rooms she continued to talk and I nodded my head in agreement while I supported her weight by putting my arms around her. It was hard to believe that even in her drunken stupor she looked remarkable. When we got to the room, she fell on the bed and immediately dozed off. It was quite funny but I took the time to admire her beauty from her perfectly trimmed toe nails to her soft looking ankles, up through her toffee hairless skin. Her face was so innocent no one would believe it was the same girl who kept talking about being ditched. In one word, she was amazingly breathtaking. The short skirt she was wearing was bunched up at this time and it gave me a clear view of her red panties, the buttons on her shirt were undone revealing a matching bra. "She must have been feeling sexy", I thought to myself “or plain ready?” She looked alluring and the alcohol in my system wasn’t helping one bit because all I could think about was my dick in her and rocking her body all night long.

I met Halima on twitter and after 3 LOLs (the standard) and several direct messages, we agreed to meet at a mutual friend's house party. Thinking back, I'm glad Halima couldn't handle alcohol. I couldn't take it anymore and like a predator seeing his prey, I undid her bra and there they were. The firmest set of tits I’d ever come across. I began to massage them, using both my hands to cup, roll, and stroke the soft milky flesh. Very slowly they began to come to life. Her nipples began to harden and I leaned over and began to tease them, slowly, letting my tongue roll around the soft black areola, tasting her flesh which responded under my tender ministrations. “Halleluyah!,” I heard her let out a soft moan, perhaps she definitely was reacting to my touch.

By this time, her chest rose and fell with so much energy; you'd think I was an exorcist. Instead of just licking her nipples I commenced to suck it, increasing the pressure on each of her nipples, until her moans got louder. I pushed a hand under her panties and began to rub her pussy lips. Her legs instinctively parted and she jerked, let out another little groan and I felt her juices saturate my fingers. With one quick pull, Halima’s panties were around her ankles. I could feel my dick stirring lustfully in my pants, and I had to take several deep gasps as I parted her long smooth legs which revealed a well shaved vag. I let my head lower itself into the wetness below despite the fact that I had never given head before. It was safe to say the alcohol in my system was beginning to hit me and I didn’t mind.

By this time she was slowly gaining consciousness, a devilish smile began to form in the corner of her mouth. I wondered if she’d stop me but she didn’t, I guessed that was a cue for me to continue. She bucked against my face, and I began to lick with steady strokes, pushing her swollen lips hard, finding the tiny nub of her clit and pressing it hard with my tongue, making her shudder on the bed as waves of pleasure shot through her body. I spread her legs wide, placing my dick in line with her very wet patch. I began to thrust into her, she was well lubricated and I did find it easy to fit my thick cock into her. I thrust real hard, grabbing her hips simultaneously. Her soundtrack was like music to my ears as I rammed my dick in and out of her pussy. I turned my attention to her tits again, I began to suck and squeeze them. She moaned loudly and called out my name, “please, don’t stop now!” I soon realized she was about to cum, she grabbed the sheets and with sheer willpower I held off blowing my load inside her. She did she let out a gut wrenching screech of surprise and pleasure, bucking faster and faster against me. She lay in a combined orgasmic drunken stupor under me as I plunged back and forth inside her getting ready to fill her up with a shit-load of sperm which I did thirty seconds later, emptying my balls into her with hard vigorous jerks.

I cleaned her up, placed her well and covered her up with the blanket. I decided to get a drink to help me cool off and it helped. I walked back into the room and there she was sleeping peacefully. I laid on the couch and didn't sleep until an hour later. “Ding! Ding!”, was the sound I woke up to 5 hours later, my alarm had rang at 9AM and I woke up startled. My head did hurt a little bit and the sun was out shining. I looked around but there was no sign of life, I staggered towards to the bed where I had left her but she wasn’t there, she was gone. I looked in the bathroom, nothing. I shook my head and walked back to the room. The only thing she had left behind was a note which read:

"Who knew having sex while drunk was going to turn out great? We should meet up next Saturday, my place ;) we’re going to do this all over. Love, Leema"