my rape story

a 14 year old girl is surprised by a morning visitor when she’s home alone

it happened in august, a week before my mom and i moved to new york and three weeks before i started high school. i still remember all the details and think about it. i was 14 years old and home alone on a friday morning. we lived in the downstairs flat of my aunt’s two-family house. my aunt lived upstairs. all the rooms were filled with half-packed boxes for our move. i was lying in my bed with my cell phone and a book. i hadn’t gotten dressed yet. i was wearing a tee shirt, pajama bottoms and a red thong. that’s when he knocked on the door.

he was a man who knew my aunt and often helped her with projects around the house. he was about 40 years old, tall and muscular, with dark hair and olive skin. he was always friendly when he saw me and, i knew, also liked looking at me. he wasn’t any different from a lot of men i remember from that time, leering men who, i’m sure, fantasized about me as they ran their eyes over my body.

i was small and, i think, attractive and sometimes flirtatious. five years ago, when this happened, i wasn’t even five feet tall, weighed about a hundred pounds and had long, thick, wavy blonde hair. i had just finished eighth grade at a private, all-girls school.

i opened the door when i recognized his voice. i knew and trusted him, but i was braless and realized afterwards that my tight tee shirt barely covered me and my nipples were on full display. sometimes i think i invited what he did to me.

he said he was looking for my aunt. i told him i didn’t know where she was. he asked if my mom was home and i told him she was at work. i think he knew i’d be home alone that morning.

he immediately stepped inside the door, commented on all the boxes and the half-packed mess, and asked when we were moving out. i told him in a week. he reached back then and closed and locked the door. i asked him what he was doing. he said he just wanted to stay for awhile since he probably wouldn’t see me again before we moved out. then he grabbed my arm and came up close to me and said i was a very sexy little girl, that he wanted me to know that before i moved away. he ran his a hand through my hair while he held me and then down my cheek.

i started pulling away but he gripped both my wrists now and told me to be quiet, that everything would be okay. he said he just wanted to say good bye to me. i told him i didn’t know what he meant. he said, “come on, little slut, you’re nipples are showing . . . let’s go look at your bedroom.” i said “no,” and tried to pull away from him again, but he gripped me tighter and said, “it’s no use struggling, you know what you want.” then he pulled me down roughly by my hair, so i was bent over and almost on the floor, and he dragged me to my bedroom at the back of the flat.

he closed the door and pushed me to the foot of my bed. then he grabbed my face and told me “to be quiet like a good little slut so nobody gets in trouble and you don’t get hurt.” i was scared and still trying pull away from him until he grabbed my throat and slapped me. i was shaking, crying now, my body jerking a little with my sobs. he slapped me again and pushed me down so i was sitting on the floor at the foot of my bed. he was standing over me when he undid his pants and pulled them down with his underwear. more than anything, i remember that his cock was big and thick and uncircumcised.

he grabbed my hair and made me look at him. my blue eyes were puffy and wet and i couldn’t catch my breath. “i bet you like this cock, don’t you, slut?” he didn’t really want an answer. “open your mouth,” he said, pulling my hair tighter, then leaning into my face and pushing his cock into my mouth. “go ahead, suck it.” i tried to push him away but he was gripping my hair tightly. i felt the thick skin of his cock sliding, felt his cock pushing into my mouth. his cock was getting bigger and harder until i started gagging. i looked up at him. “you’re such a good little cocksucker . . . see how hard you make me, my sexy little girl?” i could taste his cock and i fell dirty really, i just felt like i didn’t matter.

he pulled out of my mouth and made me look up at him. i was coughing and gasping and sobbing. there was spit all over my lips and chin and his cock. he rubbed his cock across my lips and then all over my face, sticky and wet and hard. then he held it on my face. “lick my balls.” i was scared and i did what he wanted, i slid my tongue all over his balls. as i did that, he stroked his cock, the swollen head now completely exposed, his cock stretched thick and full and hard. “take them in your mouth.” i was scared and did what he wanted. i knew it all would end soon, i hoped it would anyway.

he pulled me up now so i was standing at the foot of my bed. in almost a single motion, he reached down and roughly pulled my pajama bottoms and thong down and pushed me on my back onto the bed. he pulled my legs apart and towards him and pressed his cock against me, letting go with one hand to hold his cock long enough to penetrate me, he pushed his big, thick cock into me, making me cry when i felt the painful, forced thrust penetrating my vagina. he held me tightly and kept pumping, thrusting, forcing his cock into me. “you love feeling this big daddy cock in you, don’t you, don’t you you needy little slut.” again and again he hammered me like that on my bed as i cried. it seemed like forever but it all didn’t last more than fifteen minutes. i sobbed as i felt him ejaculate inside me, then felt his cock sliding out, felt a trickle of his semen.

i never told my mom or anyone about the man who raped me. i promised him that i wouldn’t. i was scared and didn’t want to deal with it. i lay in my bed for a long time after he left. i took a shower before my mom got home. my mom and i moved to new york a week later, as planned.

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