My Friends Dad Raped My ass

I (18f) can’t stop materbating over what happened.

We were 18 and drunk! Nothing out of the ordinary. Darcy's Dad had picked is up from a house party to make sure we got home safe. He pulled up to their house and told me to wait for his help, as he was going to get Darcy situated first and would come back for me. There are a ton of steps up to there front door and i was not about to attempt them with my head already swimming.

I don't know how long i waited but Mr Barlow was back. He opened the door of the car and i swung my legs out clumsily. "Sorry" i slurred. "Don't worry about it Charlotte, i was young once". Mr Barlow was 55 about 5,10 and had a head and beard of grey hair. He had the figure of a man who had been very fit in his younger years but age had filled him out a little. I had spent many nights at the Barlows and he had always been friendly and polite.

He heaved me into the spare bedroom, i flopped face down onto the bed too tired to remove even my shoes. I was drifting when i felt my shoes being removed. I smiled sleepily, he was such a nice man i thought as i drifted off.

Pain! I woke with a start. I was stomach down and pinned to the bed by a heavy body and whoever it was, was forcing something into my ass! I scrabbled at the sheets and opened my mouth to scream when a hand on the back of my head pushed my face into the pillow, muffling my scream. I tried to move but every time i did his grip on me would harden painfully util i stopped. I lay still managing to turn my head to the side it was his  dick, stretching and pumping into my raw ass hole.

"It's going to happen whether you fight it or not" he breathed into my ear.

It was Mr Barlow!!! I couldn't comprehend what was happening, why was he doing this. "Please, Mr Barlow stop, it hurts" I whispered out, far from stopping him i felt his dick harden and his pace pick up. I squirmed under him and he grabbed the back of my neck squeezing hard till i stopped moving. I lay still taking the pain of his cock in my ass hole. I felt him shudder as he shot his cum deep inside me. I felt the heat of it as it hit my insides.

He was getting up, he pulled his dick from my stinging asshole, pulled his clothes back up and left. I lay there wondering if i was dreaming. I could feel my knickers around my ankles now and how my dress had been shoved up around my waist. How long had he been doing stuff before i woke up? I wandered to myself.

The thought made my clit tingle , i felt between my legs and to my surprise and confusion my pussy was wet. Did i like what had happened? I circled my clit as i thought about it, my pussy was swollen with need even though my asshole stung. I fingered my pussy till i came shame, lust and confusion all mingled into the release of my orgasm.

I fell asleep.

When i woke it was nearly 11am, i rolled over immediately feeling the tenderness of my neck and my ass. I guess the alcohol had numbed some of the initial pain but i could feel it now.

I pulled my clothes out from a bag i had left when we were getting ready. As i went to put on my clean pair of knickers i noticed they were wet and sticky, it was cum! The heat in between my legs grew. He had wanked into my underwear and by the looks of it not long ago. There was a knot in my throat, from what emotion I couldn’t tell. I slid my cum covered knickers up feeling the wetness against my pussy and getting a rush of adrenaline from it. What the fuck is wrong with me!

I put the rest of my clothes on careful to leave the top of my pink knickers showing a little, i wanted him to know i was wearing them. I kept my hair down to hide the red marks on the back of my neck.

“Good morning Charlotte, did you sleep well?” He asked in a friendly tone, he glanced down and i saw his eyes linger a fraction of a second on the pink showing above my jeans. “Errr yes”, “ good, help yourself to whatever you like, you know where everything is. I was just about to make a cuppa if you fancy one?”. I thought i was going crazy, if i hadn’t just seen the cum drip out of my ass hole as i sat on the toilet this morning or couldn’t feel the wetness of his cum in my knickers now, i would have thought i dreamt up the whole thing!

He gave nothing away, as i left with Darcy he waved us goodbye and when Darcy had turned her head had given me the smallest of winks.

I was confused to say the least, i spent much of the next two weeks thinking about nothing else and masterbating more and more often. I was deeply disturbed by how turned on i was about what had happened, i had never even thought of him in that way, i mean he wasn’t bad looking for an older guy but he had always been in a category so far from people i wanted to fuck. I remembered his hands on my body the scratch of his beard as he fucked me from behind, his quiet groans as he pushed into me, i even imagined him standing over me while i slept rubbing his cock and wiping up with my knickers.

I finally caved and text him a photo of me spreading my pussy with my fingers. He text back immediately, “tomorrow, 1pm, no underwear”