Chapter 2: Going back to friend’s dad

I woke up on the next day on a slightly wet bed, falling asleep right after my shower. My entire body felt sore: my muscles, my jaw, pussy and ass still felt the abuse. I didn’t bother using shampoo yesterday night and my hair was still a bit sticky from all the cum. I laid in bed for a while, didn’t move too much. Started thinking about what happened to me yesterday; being used by my friend’s 52 year old dad, making him cum 3 times, cumming myself twice. It was hard to describe my feelings, I was feeling ashamed, like a whore but also ... satisfied. I couldn’t explain it.

I finally got the courage to get up, prepped quickly and went to school. My school is about a 15 min walk and I just kept thinking about what happened. I arrived at school slightly late and went into my maths class. I sat down and just stayed quiet the whole time, picturing last night again and again. At the end of maths class I needed to change classrooms for my next class. In the hallway I stumbled upon Olivia, who’s dad just used me yesterday. Never had such an awkward interaction with another human being, she was so nice and smiling and I just behaved like a weirdo. She wanted to hang out after school, but I just said I was busy with other things. Just wanted to be alone.

After my day in school, I went straight home, trying to get my mind somewhere else - listened to some music, watched TV, cooked some dinner, took a bath, but I just couldn’t get last night out of my head. I was like this for next few days, until one evening. I was laying in bed at night, reliving that experience one more time as usual. I tried different positions in bed to fall asleep and stop thinking about it. As I rolled over on my side I suddenly felt that my pussy was getting wet. How is it possible? I’m lying in my bed reliving my rape and getting wet thinking about it. The more I tried to stop thinking about it the more I actually was. And the more I was thinking about it the wetter my pussy got.

I tried to stop it but I needed to touch it. I slipped my hand in my pyjama pants and started moving my fingers around my clit. Then I moved my fingers further down and got them wet, moved back to massaging my clit. I started moaning alone in my room, on my bed. I got close to cumming twice but couldn’t. I slipped my second hand into my top and grabbed my breast while masturbating. Thinking about how Olivia’s dad was fucking my ass hard and I came twice like a slut. I slipped my hand down and started fingering my post with two fingers. Started to fuck my pussy hard with my fingers. As I was getting close to cumming again, my hand on my breast slipped and I pinched my nipple quite hard, it was painful but finally orgasm ... My whole body contacted, my pussy got really tight and I was screaming alone in my room. Once it was over I just layer there and started drifting into sleep. And then it hit me, I’m not thinking about that night anymore and just slowly fell asleep.

On the next day, I woke up and it started to feel like a normal day again. Showered, ate and went back to school. I was sitting in class when all of a sudden it hit me again - and I was replaying that night again over and over again. Then I had an idea - I went to the restroom. I went into one of the stalls and sat on the toilet. Lifted my skirt up and pulled my thong on the side and started playing with my pussy. Once again I was getting trouble getting to climax, and then I remembered what helped last night. So I slipped a hand into my crop top and pinched a nipple, almost as hard as I could. Almost immediately I felt the orgasm and I was shaking on that toilet seat, biting down on my tongue not to scream. Got up and went back to class without without any thoughts of how I was raped. What is happening to me? Do I need to masturbate all the time now? And why do I need to pinch my nipple hard to cum now? And why none of those orgasms were as hard as when I was raped? Those questions remained unanswered until the end of the week.