1 Wrong Turn

My story where I took one wrong turn and my life changed forever.

This is my story…

This is my experience…

This is what changed my life forever…

My name is Liliana, but I mostly go by Lili. And as these stories normally go, there is all the boring details – looks, body, blah blah blah etc.

There’s nothing special about me. A normal 22 year old, petite and on the shorter side, about 5ft2, with not much boobs to talk about. 32AA to be exact. I’m a natural brunette, but prefer keeping my hair short to avoid the every day struggle of having to deal with hours of brushing and washing just to keep my hair looking nice. I’m lazy, OK?!

I’m an intern at an accounting firm and trying my best to study on the side, as a lack of motivation and hangovers are the main obstacles to complete my studies.

This is how my life changed. That one, faithful night. One wrong turn. One mistake…

It was a Friday night in the middle of summer. My best friend, Amoré, and I, went out for a couple of drinks with a few other local girls. Nothing special, no occasion, just another Friday boozing session, like so many before.

That is what we do. We drink, get wasted, and don’t remember much the next morning.

This night was different though. This night, I will remember for the rest of my life.

After countless amounts of vodka and shooters, we were all pretty loud and drunk off our faces. I remember the sickening smell of alcohol and second hand smoke that hung in the air and decided it was time to get my drunk butt to bed.

It wasn’t far, a few blocks and I would be passed out in my bed. Amoré offered to walk me home, but I shooed her off playfully, saying she should go have fun with the others, that I’ll be fine. This wasn’t my first walk home, after all.

I started making my way down the street, trying my best to walk straight and look sober, as not to attract some unsavory characters, like the cops, for instance. I kept one eye closed as I tried to maintain straight line focus.

Two blocks down, I came to a dark alley that cut right between some apartment buildings, but was pitch dark with only a glimmer of light at the other end.

I thought to myself in my drunkenness, I could cut through the alley, or take the long way around, which would’ve been about another 4 blocks further to walk in my state. Now who of us hasn’t made bad, daring decisions when we were wasted?

I took a right down the alley, almost crashing into the wall as I stumbled to hold my balance and made my way further down.

It was damp and the smell of overfilled dumpsters hit me. I could hear my own high heals keeping their own uneven rhythm on the concrete floor beneath my feet as I moved along.

About half way through the alley I could make out what seemed to be a pile of boxes behind one of the dumpsters and the muffled, deep sigh of a man’s voice from between.

“Care to spare some change, ma’am?”, came the deep, gruntled voice of a man from the makeshift box shelter.

Thinking to myself, why would anyone be asking a poor as fuck student, working a dead end job with barely enough money for instant noodles and coffee in her apartment, for money?

I chuckled and found the thought amusing at the time. As I laughed, I replied “I don’t have any money, sorry”.

That was my one mistake…

The next moment I felt a sharp pain in my neck as I was yanked backwards by my hair.

“You think this is funny, bitch?” the voice growled in my ear.

“I’ll show you what funny looks like, you stupid cunt” he continued.

The grip on my hair was so strong and tight, that I was almost lifted of my feet.

The next thing I knew, I was flung across like an old rag, head first into the wall, which almost knocked me unconscious. I fell face down, stars swimming in front of my eyes, and I could feel the wetness of blood running from my forehead down my nose from the impact my head had with the wall.

Before I could get to my senses and knew what was gong on, a huge, coarse, rough hand covered my mouth from behind and I felt the weight of what must’ve been an ox on top of me.

My assailant positioned his legs between mine and I felt his other hand violently jerk my skirt up and plainly rip my panties from my body.

Now, I’m no virgin. I’ve been with exactly 4 men before in my life, all average in size and sex wasn’t too difficult, but what I felt that night was something completely different.

Without warning or any sense of feeling, I felt a sharp sting as my vagina was stretched open and invaded by what I thought at the moment was either a baseball bat or even something bigger.

He rammed it into me, hard, and straight up to my cervix with the end. Then pulled back and rammed it in even harder.

Tears were forming in my eyes both from embarrassment and the stinging pain in my vagina, and I thought to myself “Oh God, I’m being raped!”

“How’s that little cunt feel, your stupid bitch? Not so funny now, are we?” the rough, coarse voice gruntled in my ear, while keeping up his violent assault on my tender, fragile lady parts.

I thought about screaming , but my voice felt hoarse and my sounds were muffled out by the huge hand covering my mouth.

The next moment I felt him go even faster and he let out a low, spine chilling growl as he unloaded his uninvited ocean of sperm deep inside my vagina, right up to my cervix. There was so much cum, that I bet he hasn’t had an orgasm in years.

I was stunned…dazed…

He got up in an instant and I still remember the heavy sound and vibrations on the ground from his footsteps as he ran off.

I laid there, I don’t know for how long, before my survival instinct got the better of me and forced me to get up.

I was sore, like never before. My vagina was burning and it felt life I just lost my virginity all over again.

I looked around for my panties and found them only to be a ragged piece of cloth as they were torn apart.

I gathered my heels and pulled myself from the alley back onto the lit street.

I don’t know how long I walked, but I walked in a daze with so many thoughts and emotions in my mind, as a mixture of blood and cum ran from my vagina, down my legs, right into the sidewalk. I don’t know if anyone noticed and quite frankly, didn’t care at that moment.

It wasn’t until I reached my front door that reality came back to me. My hands started trembling as I rummaged through my handbag for my keys, dropping them twice before I was able to unlock the door and slam it shut behind me.

My thoughts as well as my heart raced. I felt short of breath as I hyperventilated and burst into a sobbing mess of dirt and tears.

I managed to drag myself to the bathroom where I sat in the shower for what seemed like an eternity, hoping the warm water would wash away the evidence of the horrible act that was just committed onto me.

Time seemed to stand still…

I woke up in my bed the next morning, not sure how I got there, with a splitting headache and an aching body.

Trying to recall everything from the previous evening, I just laid in bed. Still not sure if it was true or just a bad dream, I moved my hand down between my legs.

It was real allright. My vagina was tender and sore to the touch and tears started forming in my eyes again.

Why?! Why did this have to happen to me? Why did I make the stupid decision of going through a dark alley at night? Why was I so reckless and careless that I didn’t notice the danger? All these “whys” running through my head.

I checked my phone and saw there was 2 missed calls and 3 messages from Amoré, the last of which read “Last night was crazy. I hooked up with that cute guy that we made fun about, will give all the details later. Hope you got home safe. Love you.”

I pretty much ignored my phone for the rest of the weekend and spent every possible minute in bed.

Monday arrived like a heavy burden and I had to get back to normal life. Work sucked, studies sucked everything was just fucked up.

The one important issue that I tried to evade eventually creeped up on me and I knew I had to face it.

So I went to see Doctor Wallace the next morning. I spinned a story of a guy that I hooked up with and just wanted to be safe. He seemed to believe me, but still gave me a long, hard stare.

“You sure you’re ok, Lili?” he tried to fish.

“I’m fine, was just a rough weekend” I managed to get out, covered by a fake smile.

He drew a few samples of blood and said he would give me all the results the next day.

The rest of Tuesday dragged on which seemed like forever.

Wednesday came and eventually I received the call from Dr. Wallace.

“Hey Lili. I got all your test results back. Everything seems fine and all your test results came back negative. But please, if there’s anything bothering you, feel free to come see me anytime.”

“Thanks doc, will do.” I said and a wind of relief blew over me. I smiled at the news I just received and thought “now everything will get better.”

But it didn’t…

Friday arrived and the normal Friday afternoon call from Amoré felt dreadful. I made some excuses about studies and tests and that I won’t be joining this weekend.

The real reason though, was much more complicated. I was afraid to leave home alone and never wanted to go out again.

I felt like my life was ruined and I didn’t know how to cope anymore.

And then, something strange happened…

A couple of weeks after the incident, I was home alone again one Friday evening, and as nature will have it, my animalistic urges came. I had some porn on my laptop and felt the tingling urge for an orgasm move from my gut down to my vagina. By the time I slipped my hands in front of my pants, I was already soaking wet and started rubbing one out.

The thing is though, as my masturbating grew more intense, I kept thinking back on that night. And I kept thinking about the biggest cock I could ever imagine ravaging me from behind. I slid 2, then 3, then 4 fingers inside myself, and kept thinking about the low growl as he came inside me.

Then I exploded…

I had one of the most earth shattering, trembling orgasm of my life, so much, that I just laid panting in bed afterwards, soaking wet fingers and thighs.

And it started to happen more often.

Whenever I would rub one out, or even see an erotic movie scene, my mind would always race back to that one life changing event, and I couldn’t stop fantasizing about it…

And then it struck me… I knew what had to be done…

It took planning, lots of planning. I thought through all the hows and what ifs. I had to build up the courage to follow through with my plan.

Preperation was done, and the day finally arrived. I was as clean as can be. I shaved my legs, shaved my armpits and shaved my mons, leaving only a 1 inch landing strip.

My panties were fresh, clean, slightly see through lace panties, with a matching bra. I wore a cute white blouse with black trimmings, not showing too much, but also not saying I’m a prude. The skirt of choice was a short black one, somewhere between the line of a business and a party girl with black stockings, reaching half way up my thighs.

Then came the shoes. I opened up my cupboard and saw the black heels – the same black heels from thát night. Still stained with the dirt and grime from the alley, I never bothered to clean them or wear them again. I took the shoes from my cupboard and cleaned them thoroughly with a damp cloth, until they were a shiny black again, and them slipped them on.

I was done. I was ready.

My palms were sweaty and I was nervous, like never before in my life. To help me build up the courage I needed, and not back out now, I took a few clean shots of vodka before leaving home, and decided it was a good idea to fill the hip flask I got for my birthday as well.

With hip flask secured in my bag, I left home and headed down to the street.

It was a dark, chilly evening, about 21:30 as I made my way down the street. Street lights played their own tune in my head as they came and went by.

“This has to be done”

I got closer to the infamous alley and I could feel my hands starting to tremble. This was the riskiest thing I’ve ever done in my life and I didn’t know what would happen. I reached the darkness and then realized, there was no backing out now.

“This has to be done”

The sound from the street became muffled and I could barely hear anything, except for the clicking of my heels on the concrete floor below.

I reached the halfway mark of the alley and saw the dumpster against the wall. This was it.

“Hello? I know you’re here” I called out as if talking to the night air itself.

Without any other sound, I suddenly heard the coarse, rough voice behind me.

“So you really came back down here again” he whispered from a closer than comfortable range behind me.

It startled me. I flipped around and saw what others would call a giant of a man, standing before me. He was much taller than I expected, probably 6’10”, the top of my head literally only reaching the bottom of his chest. His hair was long and he had a rough, tangled beard. His clothes were ragged and I kind of expected he hasn’t worn clean clothes in ages.

Without warning or before I could react, his hand swiftly clamped closed around my neck and in one movement, he lifted me up the floor and slammed my back against the wall.

Haning mid air at his mercy, his low voice whispered “what the fuck are you doing here, you cunt?“ in my ear.

I regained my composure and softly laid my hand on the one around my neck.

” Wait…. Please… Jus- just… Wait” I managed to utter under the pressure on my throat.

His grip on my throat slightly loosened and he slowly let me back down, my heels making the now familiar clicking sound on the cold floor below.

I stared up at him and tried to meet his eyes. I cought a faint glimmer of his eyes, but the rest was dark. He smelled awful. I could only imagine months, maybe years of not taking a shower or a bath, and all the stench coming together as one. It almost made me gag.

“This has to be done”

I slowly went down on my knees and reached my hands up to the front of his pants. Slowly unbuttoning it, I didn’t know exactly what to expect, as I’ve never seen it before.

As I pulled his pants down, the biggest, most shocking cock I’ve ever imagined, flopped out, right in my face. It was flaccid, but still about the same size as my forearm, the head about the size of my fist.

“This has to be done”

I reached my hand out to his cock and felt the weight of such a piece of man meat in my hand. My hand couldn’t even reach half way around his girth, so I brought my other hand up to help. With both hands, I slowly started stroking him, and surprisingly, the flacid penis became a huge errection instantly.

I kept stroking him for a while and felt the tiniest tingling feeling in my stomach as my animal instinct started to kick in. I brought my mouth to his cock, but could barely fit the head in my mouth.

It was horrible. The taste was disgusting and I thought I was going to puke. Years of piss and cum and who knows what else was now in my mouth, but I didn’t care. I just kept up my best effort to suck him. I even thought if he ever washed his cock after he raped me.

After a few minutes of sucking him and holding out on the terrible taste in my mouth, I slowly got up.

“Lay down” I said in a quiet, innocent voice.

He complied, with his enormous cock sticking out like a tree stump from the ground.

I stood above him, and slowly lifted my dress, revealing the fine, black panties that I decided to wear. I hooked my fingers in the sides and pulled them down to my ankles. He grinned, and I knew he liked the view.

Whisking the hip flask from my hand bag, I took a few quick sips if vodka to wash the horrible taste from my mouth.

“What have you got there, little lady?” came the voice from the ground.

I kicked my panties off completely and lowered my naked bottom half on top of him. Pulling his shirt up, I was pleasantly surprised to see a muscular, strong body underneath all the grime and stench.

I took a mouthful of vodka and lowered my upper body down on him and my mouth reached his. Once again, I didn’t care about the uncleanness of the man beneath me. Once our lips touched, I opened my mouth and let the strong alcoholic liquid flow from my mouth to his.

Our tongues met and we were suddenly entangled in a passionate embrace of tongues dancing to the night sky.

After a minute or 2, I moved my mouth away from his and sat back up.

It was time…

I lifted myself off his stomach and positioned myself right above the now throbbing shaft the size of my arm. I lowered myself back down until our genitals touched.

“How the hell is that thing supposed to fit inside me?!“ I thought to myself.

With the help of gravity and my body weight, I tried lowering myself more to fit the massive cock into my love tunnel. Being partially aroused, there was a small amount of natural lubrication to assist, but apparently, not enough…

The head slipped in, and I could feel my opening being stretched open to the brim again.

I let out a yelp as the sting of being stretched shot up inside my vagina again.

I tried pushing down more, but could only manage another inch or 2 of man meat.

“Looks like you’re not completely ready yet. Maybe you need some help” came the voice from below me.

The strong hands and arms lifted me off my straddling spot and turned me onto my back on the ground.

The night air was chilling and the damp floor was cold beneath my butt.

The beast of a man came crawling on all 4s between my legs and lowered his head down to my vagina. With lust and eagerness, his tongue started flicking up and down, licking from my opening to my clit, and then back down again. After a few strokes like this, he finally paused his head and his tongue started caressing my clit.

He slid his hands from my feet, up my legs, higher up my thighs, where they joined together at my belly. They caressed my soft skin and slip up further underneath my blouse. Once he reached my breasts, he softly, gently squeezed them, before lifting my bra to reveal my tender, tiny titties underneath.

Now you see movies and read stories, but this was like nothing I’ve ever felt before… He made all the right movements and seem like he’s been doing this for years. His tongue hit all the right spots and it wasn’t long before I had another orgasm that must’ve been picked up by earthquake meters.

I came so hard that my juices were flowing from my vagina down my ass crack.

“Now you seem ready” grinned the beast above me.

He moved his upper body higher over me, until his erect monster was pointed right at my opening, between my now wide spread open legs.

“Please, not like last time… Please be gentle” I begged puppy like from underneath him.

While holding himself up on 1 arm, he guided his cock until he reached my opening. He pushed a little until his head slipped back in again. I squirmed a little at the invasion, but both from pain and pleasure, and felt my vagina being much more inviting this time, than earlier.

He pushed a little more and I could literally feel my vagina walls being opened and stretched to the point were it felt like it was going to tear.

I whimpered and shivered at the feeling and clamped my nails into his bare back. As he grunted at the pain in his back, this seemed like the motivation he needed and he kept pushing, slowly, deeper, until I was filled up to my cervix.

We just laid there for a while. I couldn’t do anything, except for the whimpers that escaped my mouth.

Then he pulled back slowly and I could feel how my vagina walls tried adjusting back, and then came the next thrust, stretching them open again and filling me to the fullest.

He started fucking me slowly, but with passion and lust. I couldn’t believe how something that big could deliver such a feeling.

I’ll be honest… It hurt… It hurt a hell of a lot, but it felt so good at the same time.

His thrusts became more intense as he settled into a steady rhythm while pounding away at my insides. I could feel an orgasm approaching and arched my neck to look down. I was shocked to see how big his cock looked while sliding in and out of me, glistening with the creamy lady juices that my pussy was producing.

And then my second orgasm hit…

I came so hard that it felt like my whole body was going to explode! It was just so much to handle. This beast of a man, who violated me some time ago in the worst possible way, was now making my body squirm with passion and overwhelming pleasure?

I could feel my insides getting numb from the continued assault on them and my whimpers turned to sobs.

Tears were now forming in my eyes, but from pain and pleasure, and overwhelming feelings.

I could feel his breaths getting faster and his grunting louder, his thrusts more intense, and I knew he was about to cum

“Don’t pull out, please… Cum inside me, I want it all inside me…” I whispered to him softly.

With a low, almost animalistic growl, he let out a few final deep thrusts, as I could feel the enormous cock pulsing and the warmness of his cum inside me.

It was done…

We laid there for a while, penis still buried in my vagina, just laying, savoring the moment.

He pulled his semi hard penis back and it popped out of my vagina. A river of mixed male and female ejaculate was flowing from my insides down to the ground.

He stood up and pulled his pants back up. My legs were still like jelly from the intense orgasm I experienced moments before, and my lady parts were sensitive and sore from the intense fucking it just received. I struggled to get up.

He offered me a hand, and as he pulled me up, he smiled and said “You’re one crazy little bitch, you know that?”

I smiled up at him and placed my hand on his cheek. He got the message and lowered his head down to mine. We kissed. Once last, passionate swirl of tongues. I didn’t mind the foulness and stench of his breath anymore, the plaque on his teeth, I even licked it clean. I wanted it. I wanted this dirty, filthy, homeless beast to stain me.

I gathered up my panties and put them back on, pulled my dress back down and took a few more sips of vodka. I offered him some and he emptied the container.

As I turned to walk away, he asked “will I see you again?”

“Of course you will, I’m yours now.” I said to him as I started making my way back down the alley.

That was the 1st of endless nights that followed. I’ve learned in the meantime that his name is Bartholomew, but he likes to be called Barty.

I’ve been visiting him once or twice every week since and we’ve been fucking like crazy. My pussy might have adjusted a bit to his extreme size by now, but more than often he would still fuck me to the point where I would start crying.

I’ve made peace with the fact that I’m his now, his little fuck toy.

Only one more thing left to do. I’m considering going off my contraceptives to see if he could father a bastard baby in me…

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