Star Man
09-27-2018, 05:38 PM
Dear Wacco BB readers I wrote the following piece as a response to the Kavanaugh hearings, the angry defensiveness of the Republicans, the agonizing revelations of Dr. Blasey Ford and Ms. Swetnick and Ms. Ramirez.
DO NOT READ THIS SHORT ESSAY IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY INTENSE EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
Serial Rape
Standing in a line of guys outside Hunter's dorm room waiting his turn to go in and fuck the drugged and passed out freshman chick from _____________ a jumble of thoughts about what he was about to do swirled up. He'd only had sex five or six times in high school, a cringe-worthy thought when it came. Would he be able to get hard? He'd heard about girls pulling a train, letting a succession of guys fuck them in the ass. He'd fantasized about that looking at porn and masturbating. During freshman week, classmates talked about getting girls drunk and then a bunch of guys fucking them. He thought it was bullshit, just talk, but here it was. The door opened and a guy from down the hall came out, tucking in his shirt. “What was it like, Dude,” a guy behind him asked. “You'll find out for yourself,” the guy said. “All right,” called out some of the guys waiting. They sounded nervous.
He could see through the door before it closed. The girl was sprawled on the single iron-frame bed. Her tits were exposed where someone had ripped open her blouse. Her skirt was torn off. The guy in front of him had pulled down his pants and his enormous dick flopped out. The door closed and he felt his own junk pull up. He was nowhere near that large. He'd seen a couple of large dicks in gym, but that was not a sexual situation like this. He began to have doubts if he could do this. He suppressed them. He rubbed his dick through his pants pocket to see if it was going to get hard. He felt a slight surge that told him he could. Through the door he heard the guy in front of him pumping the girl, banging his way to climax. There was a brief lull, and the door opened and the young man with the big dick came out. His eyes were released. He smiled for the benefit of the line. “Not bad. I left a little for you guys.” It was his turn. He hesitated for an instant and someone said, “C'mon. There's a bunch of us waiting.”
He entered the room and pulled the door shut. The smell of cum almost gagged him. A small light in the corner showed the girl. Her eyes were closed and she appeared asleep. He pulled his pants down and flipped his dick a few times to get it hard enough. Her pussy was oozing cum. Some of the guys had used condoms and they lay discarded on the floor. What does it mean that I'm about to put my dick in a bunch of other guy's cum? This will be an experience for my legend. He rubbed his penis against her pussy. In the dim light he could see she was bleeding. Why didn't he care? He put the head in and could feel the slipperiness of her cum-filled pussy. It felt oddly stimulating and he began to get hard. A voice said this is wrong. He said too late now, and he began to stroke. He wanted to finish as quickly as possible now. Get it over with. He pushed and pushed, fully erect now. Something was holding back his orgasm. He pushed through it and felt the tightening and release.
He added his cum to the dozen already running in a stream out of her pussy. She made a noise, a moan, and said “Bobby,” He said no. His dick had gone soft and he felt it slip out. He got off the girl and pulled up his briefs and pants. He steeled himself for the lights of the hall and the line of guys waiting their turn. Someone knocked on the door, and he said, “I'm coming out. Relax.” Opening the door, he saw the line of faces, maybe ten or twelve, turgid with sexual energy, eager for their turn, their rite of passage. “All right!” someone called. “Hey, was it good?” “Is she fat?” He avoided making eye contact and hurried along the hall, slipping past the outstretched hands of guys wanting to fist-bump or slap five. Opening the door to the stairwell he moved hurriedly up the stairs to his floor. Something was welling up. He pushed it down and rushed to the bathroom to wash himself off.
Copyright, 2018 by John Omaha All Rights Reserved
DO NOT READ THIS SHORT ESSAY IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY INTENSE EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
Serial Rape
Standing in a line of guys outside Hunter's dorm room waiting his turn to go in and fuck the drugged and passed out freshman chick from _____________ a jumble of thoughts about what he was about to do swirled up. He'd only had sex five or six times in high school, a cringe-worthy thought when it came. Would he be able to get hard? He'd heard about girls pulling a train, letting a succession of guys fuck them in the ass. He'd fantasized about that looking at porn and masturbating. During freshman week, classmates talked about getting girls drunk and then a bunch of guys fucking them. He thought it was bullshit, just talk, but here it was. The door opened and a guy from down the hall came out, tucking in his shirt. “What was it like, Dude,” a guy behind him asked. “You'll find out for yourself,” the guy said. “All right,” called out some of the guys waiting. They sounded nervous.
He could see through the door before it closed. The girl was sprawled on the single iron-frame bed. Her tits were exposed where someone had ripped open her blouse. Her skirt was torn off. The guy in front of him had pulled down his pants and his enormous dick flopped out. The door closed and he felt his own junk pull up. He was nowhere near that large. He'd seen a couple of large dicks in gym, but that was not a sexual situation like this. He began to have doubts if he could do this. He suppressed them. He rubbed his dick through his pants pocket to see if it was going to get hard. He felt a slight surge that told him he could. Through the door he heard the guy in front of him pumping the girl, banging his way to climax. There was a brief lull, and the door opened and the young man with the big dick came out. His eyes were released. He smiled for the benefit of the line. “Not bad. I left a little for you guys.” It was his turn. He hesitated for an instant and someone said, “C'mon. There's a bunch of us waiting.”
He entered the room and pulled the door shut. The smell of cum almost gagged him. A small light in the corner showed the girl. Her eyes were closed and she appeared asleep. He pulled his pants down and flipped his dick a few times to get it hard enough. Her pussy was oozing cum. Some of the guys had used condoms and they lay discarded on the floor. What does it mean that I'm about to put my dick in a bunch of other guy's cum? This will be an experience for my legend. He rubbed his penis against her pussy. In the dim light he could see she was bleeding. Why didn't he care? He put the head in and could feel the slipperiness of her cum-filled pussy. It felt oddly stimulating and he began to get hard. A voice said this is wrong. He said too late now, and he began to stroke. He wanted to finish as quickly as possible now. Get it over with. He pushed and pushed, fully erect now. Something was holding back his orgasm. He pushed through it and felt the tightening and release.
He added his cum to the dozen already running in a stream out of her pussy. She made a noise, a moan, and said “Bobby,” He said no. His dick had gone soft and he felt it slip out. He got off the girl and pulled up his briefs and pants. He steeled himself for the lights of the hall and the line of guys waiting their turn. Someone knocked on the door, and he said, “I'm coming out. Relax.” Opening the door, he saw the line of faces, maybe ten or twelve, turgid with sexual energy, eager for their turn, their rite of passage. “All right!” someone called. “Hey, was it good?” “Is she fat?” He avoided making eye contact and hurried along the hall, slipping past the outstretched hands of guys wanting to fist-bump or slap five. Opening the door to the stairwell he moved hurriedly up the stairs to his floor. Something was welling up. He pushed it down and rushed to the bathroom to wash himself off.
Copyright, 2018 by John Omaha All Rights Reserved