RAPE ME AGAIN..... back when i was 12 one single man place me on an emotional journey of pain,confusion,desire and truth. in a certain park in our hometown just before dark he waited and watched while i played on the swings and casually walked around for a while.it's a quite and often isolated park and i was bored but enjoyed the peace and solitude it provided.the whole reality of what had happened was done in such a brutal way and without one single word being said,of course his intentions were not meant to be polite as he boldly came up from behind me as i walked through a path lined with trees.today i realize that back then i must have been an american sex fantasy come true for him,because later in life my friends would talk about tall rugged black males that loved to r**e white american woman/girls.my friends would laugh telling tales of male black studs proudly exposing their huge anacondas while some trembling white female stared in shock and disbelief knowing what they intended to do to her. that day at the mercy of my own rapist who was tall,rugged and negro i was unprepared by his aggression,it certainly was easy for him to pull down my panties and play with my pussy.there was a desperateness about the act as if he somehow knew there was no time to waste.with my back turned towards him i was unable to see his face.everything he did leading up to the actual r**e was done with experience and knowledge of the female vagina.being 12 years old with no experience i certainly didn't know that oral sex if done right can be pleasant and stimulation of the clitoris can cause orgasms.it's strange because even though he was initially raping me my body was responding to the rapid movements of his tongue and thick strong fingers.it's funny how the mind works because though i was aware that what he was doing was wrong and illegal i kept worrying that he might think i smell and taste nasty.i do remember thinking oh shit i peed on his face when after several minutes i felt light and dizziness,it was an amazing feeling there i was being r**ed to my very first orgasm and my pussy was extremely wet.at some point he must have easily pulled his massive dick out and was poking it's erect hugeness around my pussy to get it lubricated.still weak from my orgasm i was unable to register what he was trying to do and though i was a virgin he shoved that huge dick in my pussy,it felt as if he had ripped my vagina because he had gone past the limit to stretch me around his hard black meat.i could barely breath from the shock and pain and of course he wasted no time to move,thrust and repeatedly pound that enormous snake into me.i felt like raggedy anne literally dancing a ballet on tippy-toes as he fucked the shit out of me....we could't have been in that park less than several minutes when i suddenly had another orgasm at which point i was biting my lower lip and could feel my eyes rolling to the back of my head.being that young the only way to describe it was i peed on him again and he peed in me...it was over and soon he was gone.surprisingly though i was sore and walked home slow and in pain i had stopped bleeding,the only excuse i could tell my mother was i was menstruating as most young girls do around that age.the thought of telling her or anyone i was r**ed was too embarrassing and there was just too many emotions and thoughts going around in circles in my mind. several days passed and though i wasn't completely healed i returned to that park and he was there,he was watching some girls on the swings and playing frisbee.he didn't seem worried or concerned that i was there,instincts not racism was what led me to believe it was him.he looked like a granpa out for a walk in the park..i walked over to a bench not too far from where he was sitting and i could see him watching me intently as if wondering what i was thinking.though my pussy still hurt but not too sore he seemed to enjoy watching me sit and move around uncomfortably.it may seem strange to adults that here was this young girl unconcerned that she was sitting within a near distance of her rapist and far more strange was that beneath my dress that day i had no panties.my emotional journey had oddly drawn me to him...not with hate but a need,though i was only 12 years old i was a well fucked young girl and he was the reason why.i didn't understand what was happening,why it happened but as crazy as this may sound...i wanted more.he must have known or at the very least sensed it because we kept looking at each other and at one point i even smiled.though there were others girls and boys in the park the path were he had r**ed me was further out and i was hoping he would just get up and start walking in that direction because i would have casually followed but he didn't.today i imagine he may have thought it was a sting operation to catch him in the act of r**e because after that day i never saw him in that park.growing up i never had anymore sexual encounter with black males and even married a canadian,i live in a small town and the black males here...well some do have sex with friends of mine but strangely it doesn't interest me today.perhaps because back then it was risky and taboo..a sense of excitement and curiosity.i would never tell my husband because he just wouldn't understand maybe no one can...back then it was just different.

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by Anonymous on Feb 11, 2018 at 12:02 AM

Another vomity "confession" by a frequent sick poster.

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