Life Together.
Chapter 1- The Rape
Jane was a young mum, she had her son when she was eighteen; her parents had helped her raise him.
Jane was now thirty-seven and had put a lot of effort into raising her son. She constantly told her son about the dangers of unprotected sex, her young son Max, nineteen, had never shown any interest in women, but had grown into a strapping young man-- an almost exact clone of the man who had fathered him.
He was six-foot-four and had flowing pitch black hair with bright, near-glowing, emerald, green eyes. He spent half of his time in the shed working out, so he was a little buff. He was a polite young man with manners befitting that of a boy with a strong mother.
Jane and Max lived in her parents' house that was left to her after the accident. When Max was younger, both of Jane's parents were killed by a drunk driver in a head-on collision; they went quickly and together and that brought a sense of peace to Jane. At least, they had each other in the end-- Jane had no one. She had poured everything into raising Max throughout the years; she had many men ask her out, but just couldn't seem to find the time for anything more than some few-nights lstands here and there over the years, and those had dried up long ago.
In truth, she still felt like she was unable to put trust in another man. David, Max's father, was her boyfriend at eighteen. He was older, twenty-one, he had seen her at the diner one night and asked for her number. She was hot back then-- five-foot-two-inch, blue-eyed brunette, fit from the endless training she did to be a track runner. She had smaller tits but perky, and an amazing arse; she used to think that if she was a man, she would pound her arse.
She would still remember the butterflies and nerves she felt, the first time she and David kissed. She often found herself thinking about him as she slipped her middle finger down her sweatpants and touched her clit, thinking about the handsome man who had forced their first time together.
It was a warm summer night, Jane was out with David under the full moon, he had been dating her for two months, which must have seemed like an eternity to him. He had complained saying he had never been made to wait to fuck a girl before; she was quick to remind him that she wasn't a quick fuck. She had fallen for his boyish charm-- Cupid had her in a chokehold and wasn't letting go.
She was young, in love, and had never climaxed before.
The idea of sex in her mind was pure and innocent. Sure, she had touched herself before, but she struggled to make herself even come close to cumming, the idea of it was tantalising. So, when David led her up the ladder and out onto the roof of his father's condo, she didn't resist.
They began to passionately make out against the roof tiles, his tongue flicking in and out of her mouth; the excitement in the moment was radical. She felt his warm, sweaty hand reaching the soft flesh of her belly and moving slowly downward towards her dripping pussy; she was hoping he'd ask her consent, but his mind was on more pressing matters.
He stopped kissing her entirely, and focused his attention on her jeans. He struggled a little, but eventually, her jean jeans button broke off and he took that opportunity to remove her jeans and her panties in one swoop, throwing them to the wayside and setting his eyes on the main prize-- Jane's soaking-wet, virgin pussy. She wasn't shaved like the women he'd seen before, and she was tiny compared to some of the easy lays he had had in the past.
She was perfect.
She was his to take.
He quickly unbuckled his belt and kicked off his pants. He was already stiff.
Jane looked at his cock in amazement, but also disappointment.
Jane had been told by her friends that a larger dick was more satisfying, but what was before her was a lot smaller than the pictures of penises she had seen.
It stood to attention at four inches and was about half-an-inch thick, it was uncut and disproportionately sized compared to his balls, which were larger by comparison.
David came closer, the smell of liquor wafting from his mouth, he placed the head of his cock at her entrance and looked up to her eyes.
Jane screamed, "WAIT!", but it was too late.
With malice in his cold green eyes, David pushed himself deeply into Jane, a pain crept up from her vagina and into her stomach; her cries fell on deaf ears.
David pulled out, only to ram it back in.
Jane was shocked by the forcefulness of his actions and, in all honesty, it scared her.
She gathered the courage, raised her fist and swung at him.
He dodged the punch, pulling out of her and ending the assault.
"You need a condom!" Jane hissed at him.
"I didn't bring one, babe. I didn't think you were ready for this, so I didn't bother."
"Then go get one! You aren't going to fuck me without one!" Jane was angry, he'd practically raped her for her first time, and she was in a bit of pain.
"Where am I going to get one at this hour, Jane? It's one-thirty in the morning and I can't drive."
"Then we're done! I'm not going to get pregnant just because you wanna get your dick wet and don't think ahead!"
Jane was adamant. She got on all fours and began to crawl across the roof to her pants.
That was when he struck.
Like a mountain lion, David launched himself across the roof on top of her. Jane struggled to regain her footing after being slammed against the roof tiles by a seventy-kilogram man.
Jane knew what was coming next-- the very thing she had been warned about her whole life.
David forced his cock into her pussy, his hand grabbing a wad of hair and forcing her face into the tiled roof.
As Jane lay there, with David ramming his cock in and rapidly pulling it out only to repeat, a feeling began to rise inside Jane, the feeling she had been waiting her whole life.
She was on the precipice, and she knew it.
David knew what he was doing was wrong, but the rage of being denied over and over had changed him. He was angry, and at this moment, he was taking his anger out on her insides. He didn't care if she didn't want this, he needed this, it made him feel powerful and strong, a feeling he lacked.
The surprise came when his victim began violently shaking and it felt as though she'd pissed all over his junk.
Jane had experienced her first orgasm, and she lost it. Her toes curled and eyes rolled.
The feeling completed her.
She was euphoric.
David was off put by this. He'd never seen a woman act like this. He pulled his cock from her and sat watching the way she shook, watching the gushing juices pour from her pussy onto the roof and down the tile.
She had terrified David.
David thought in his anger he slammed her head too hard against the tiles and sent her into a seizure.
When the orgasm subsided, Jane was different.
She was in a new world; she was a woman, and she wanted more.
She rose from the tiles turned to the terrified boy cowering at the sight, and she pounced on him.
She was then on top, and he was trapped against the tile.
"We don't have to keep going," he whimpered.
"I want to," Jane stated, a hunger in her voice he'd never witnessed.
"Okay," he chirped, expecting her to hit him at any moment.
"We still need a condom," she stated.
"No, we don't, I just won't cum inside you and we'll be fine."
Jane struggled with the idea, but was overcome with the opportunity for another orgasm. She was addicted and she needed it.
"Fine," she exclaimed, "pinkie promise you won't cum in me."
"I pinkie promise," he said, shaking her pinkie with his.
Then, without warning, Jane slammed her hips downward pushing his cock as deeply as she could.
