Chapter 1 - Madam, I'm Adam
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft, Ma/ft, ft/ft, Mult, Teenagers, NonConsensual, Reluctant, Rape, BiSexual, Heterosexual, Fiction, Gang Bang, Group Sex, First, Oral Sex,
Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Madam, I'm Adam - A young girl, alone while her family is out of the country, allows three boys to visit her. They proceed to rape her and then begin to pass her around.
My therapist says I should write out what happened to me, as I've never been able to really discuss what happened in one session. She said to write it as if I was telling someone who had no prior knowledge of the case. She seems to think that by opening up the wound it will prove to be cathartic or some other SAT word of the day. I'm not sure if it will work, but I really don't have much to lose at this point, do I? So I'll try it.
My name is Laurie Hubbard. I'm 17 now, but was 15 at the time of my tale of woe. I was adopted into the Hubbard clan when I was still an infant. Michael and Ruth (those are my parents) had been trying to get pregnant for years, unsuccessfully. Rounds of IVF had gotten them nowhere. So, in the end, they decided that if they couldn't have natural children, they would adopt. That's where I come into the picture. I don't know a lot about my birth mother, just that I was the result of a teen pregnancy after a date rape.
For most people that would be a blow to their psyche, to know that the only reason they exist is because their mother was forced to have sex. Michael and Ruth always told me that I was adopted, but not the circumstances of my conception until I was around 11 or 12. It was done with a lot of love, and assurances that I was loved. So it never really bothered me, as weird as that sounds.
It was a couple months after my adoption was finalized that Ruth and Michaels miracle happened. It seems God is not without a sense of humor. After giving up on natural children, Michael went and knocked up Ruth the old fashioned way. I still laugh about it.
I can never remember being treated any different than Gabe (Gabriel). He had an older sister to follow around, and I had a pip-squeak little brother to blame everything on. Not that I would EVER do that. Hehehehehe
Really, I was a good kid. As Michael and Ruth were both Mormon, that's how we were raised. So we always had a structure to keep us out of trouble for the most part.
While I was legally their daughter and shared their last name, there was no doubt my branch was a graft onto the Hubbard family tree. While Michael and Gabe had perpetually tan skin, brown hair and eyes, and Ruth was blond with blue eyes, I was the odd duck. Just by looking at me you knew I had a LOT of Irish in me, as I had the stereotypical flaming red hair and green eyes. Try as I might, I could also never tan. My skin would go from the color of sour cream to matching my hair if I spent any more than 15 minutes in the sun. It was a curse, but at least I never had to worry about tan lines. Burn lines, on the other hand ... but I'm getting off track here.
So, like I said, I was 15 when it all happened. We were all going to be going overseas to Ethiopia to help with one of the service projects our church does. I think we were going to be helping bring a water source to a village or something like that.
At least, that was the plan. A week before we were scheduled to leave, Dad got a call from someone in some basement of the state department, saying there was a problem with my passport. Apparently, during my adoption, someone from the agency got sloppy, and there was a discrepancy between my birth certificate and the adoption paperwork. Long story short? If I left the country without it being cleared up, I wouldn't be allowed back in.
So the trip was essentially canceled. No refunds, no exchanges. While we aren't rich, we are well off. Dad's veterinary clinic was pretty prosperous. Still, it seemed like a waste of good money, and I hated to see that. I eventually talked Mom & Dad into letting me stay home while they went off to feed, clothe, and convert the "fuzzy-wuzzy tribe" of Ethiopia. Better to lose the value of one ticket, rather than all four.
They jokingly made me promise no parties while they were gone. Yeah, right. I've never been to a real party, much less thrown one. I know it sounds boring, but I was a good girl. I anticipated a long week of sleeping in, watching TV, playing on Facebook, and going to church.
So, a week later, I was waving goodbye to them as they loaded their suitcases into the back of the cab and were whisked away.
I never realized how quite a house can be when you take the people out of it. I know that sounds stupid, but I had never known the house to be that quiet, it was unnerving. After the novelty of having the house to myself wore off, I think I started to go a little stir-crazy. With no drivers license, I couldn't drive myself to a movie or another friend's house.
So, when Adam called, wanting to see if I would like some company, I gladly took him up on the offer. I figured we would just hang out, watch a couple movies, and order a pizza. Normal stuff, you know? When he asked if Eric and Bryan could come over too, I thought the more the merrier.
When they showed up, Eric and Bryan immediately headed for the pool. I didn't mind, mi cassa es su cassa, right?
So Adam and I were just hanging out on the couch, watching Fellowship of the Ring for the fifteenth million time. We were on opposite ends of the couch, and I had my feet up toward the center. Frodo had just been stabbed when I felt Adam start to gently rub my feet. I didn't think anything of it, it felt good, and I trusted him.
By the time the party was in Rivendale, Adam was rubbing my calves. Weird ... but ... meh, what the hell.
When I felt his hands above my knees, I started to think something was wrong. I sat up, took his hands, gave them a squeeze, and put them back on my feet. "There, that should give him the message", I thought.
Apparently Adam was hard of hearing, as soon his hands were back on my thighs. "Ok there, Ad's ... enough of that." I told him, placing his hands on the couch.
Looking back on it now, I should have recognized the look in his eye. The look of a predator getting ready to pounce on its prey. But I was stupid, my thinking clouded by supposed friendship.
I gasped when suddenly his hand snaked right between my thighs, cupping me. Frozen. By the time I could start to protest, he was grinding his hand against my vagina through my shorts.
"No! Stop!" I told him, trying to pry his hand out from between my legs.
But he didn't stop. Throwing his weight against me, he pinned me under him as he mauling me. I tried to hit him, but he easily captured my free hand in his, holding it above my head. He pulled his other hand from between my legs and ran it up my body, pawing at my breasts. I tried to punch him with my weak hand, but that was quickly captured as well. Holding both my wrists in his one hand above my head, Adam began to run his hand up and down my squirming body.
"Please, Adam, stop. You're hurting me. I don't want to do this!" I protested.
He didn't care. Reaching down, he undid the tie on my shorts and forced them down, along with my panties.
"NO!" I yelled a him, falling back on my "No means No" training. But apparently the ad agency who came up with that slogan forgot that "no" was just a word, and words can be ignored.
it was no use. Adam inched my shorts and panties down to my knees, then down and off my legs. I was bared to him.
I never even saw him wiggle out of his jeans, but before I knew it, Adam was on top of me, his weight pinning me under him, as his hard penis probed my slit. I felt him bounce around against me down there until, with a shudder from me, he found my entrance. He began to push.
"No, no, no, no, no, no!" I said over and over as I felt him keep pushing.
"Shut up, Laurie. Just shut up!" Adam husked into my ear, then pushed hard against me.
"Aaaaaiiiiiieeeeee!" I squealed, feeling him shatter my virginity, and lodge deep inside me.
All that was going through my head was "Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! He's in me! He's inside me! I'm being raped. I'M BEING RAPED!!!"
I didn't realize how futile it was, now that he was jabbed up inside me, and kept kicking my legs around his rising and falling hips, trying to find some purchase to push him out of me. To make what was happening to me unhappen.
Over and over Adam thrust into me. It burned down there, like someone had lit a bonfire inside me.
Meanwhile, Adam seemed to find being inside me to be enjoyable, judging from the look of pleasure written across his face when I looked up. That, and the fact that he was grunting like a rutting pig into my ear as he took his pleasure from me.
How long did it go on? Hours. Days. Years, Decades, Eons.
Then, almost as quickly as it started, it ended. No fireworks, no huge sign ... Adam suddenly gasped in my ear and plugged himself deep into me. Then he came inside me.
I don't know what I was expecting it to feel like. I knew guys shot their stuff ... but I was expecting ... I don't know, like a volcanic eruption. That's not what happened. Suddenly I felt Adam's penis start to kick hard inside me again and again, then I felt a flash of wet heat to signal what had just happened inside my abused vagina.
As I looked up at him, Adam had a big contented smile on his face. "Mmmmm ... yeah ... that felt REALLY good, Laurie." he said to me as he slowly dragged his diminishing penis from me.
"It sure looked like it did! Are you planning on sharing?" crowed a voice from the other side of the room. Looking over I saw Bryan and Eric standing in the doorway, smiling at us.