Recently, I met someone I got to know on social media for the first time.
As we exchanged emails and phone calls, I found myself drawn to him.
He invited me on a "date," and I was a bit giddy with excitement and happiness.
On the day of the date, we went for a drive in his car.
We had a meal together and enjoyed a pleasant time.
As I was admiring how cool he looked while driving, he asked, "What time do you need to be home by today?"
I wanted to spend as much time with him as possible, and since I had the next day off, I replied, "I'll go along with whatever works for you!"
He smiled and said, "I see. Then, how about we watch a movie at my place?"
(Going to his place means...)
I thought about it for a moment, but since I liked him, I said, "Okay."
He lived alone.
Even while sitting on the sofa watching a movie, I felt my heart race because he was so close.
"What's wrong?"
He looked into my face and kissed me.
His tongue intertwined with mine, and he gently pushed me down, his hands moving from my chest... to my legs... to my thighs...
He took off the dress I was wearing, leaving me completely exposed.
"It's cold here, let's go to the bed?"
He carried me to the bed in a princess carry.
He also stripped down to his underwear and leaned over me.
When he removed my bra, exposing my chest, he commented, "You look slimmer in clothes. They're big..." and began to fondle and lick them, making me let out an involuntary moan.
Then we made love.
Afterward, as I lay there panting and exhausted, he said, "I'll get us some drinks," and I was touched by his kindness.
As we talked while drinking, his hand started to touch my chest again.
"I want to do it again,"
he said, and began to fondle my chest more vigorously.
I thought, again? but I accepted it.
As he caressed me for a while, suddenly, there was the sound of a door opening.
"Huh? Someone's here? Wait...!"
I tried to stop, but he didn't.
Soon, footsteps approached the bedroom, and the door opened.
"Hey,"
he casually spoke to another man.
"Is it starting now?"
"No, we've already done it once,"
they conversed.
(What? Who is this?)
I panicked and tried to get out of bed.
"You said you'd go along with me, right? Don't leave yet. This is a friend, and I thought we could have fun together,"
the friend looked at my body and said, "Nice figure. Let's enjoy ourselves," with a smile.
"I'm leaving!!"
I tried to leave the room, but he caught me, and his friend blindfolded me.
"Come on, you liked me, right? I'll make you feel good,"
he whispered in my ear and started again.
"No! Stop it! I don't want to do it with three people!"
I struggled, but his friend held me down.
Then I was penetrated.
"It goes in so easily. You're so wet!"
"Guess who's inside now?"
They both took turns with my body.
I was overwhelmed by the pleasure, and despite not wanting it, I let out moans.
"I'll make your breasts look even bigger,"
the friend tied up my breasts.
"My breasts hurt..."
I protested, but they took turns penetrating me, and I was covered in their fluids on my mouth, chest, and backside.
"That was a lot. Should we wash up?"
"Yeah, I want to do that too,"
they said, and I, unable to move, was taken to the bathroom and washed.
(Finally, I can go home...)
But just as I felt relieved, I was blindfolded again in the bath and restrained.
Then something cold was poured into my backside.
"What? No! I don't want this anymore!"
Despite my protests, they kept pouring the cold substance in.
"No! My stomach hurts!!"
As they continued in silence, my stomach reached its limit, and I ended up losing control.
As this repeated, I became disoriented and unable to resist.
Then a sharp pain shot through my backside.
"It hurts! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!"
Despite my cries, they mercilessly penetrated me.
"I'll finish inside here..."
One held me down while the other penetrated my backside.
I think I passed out from the pain.
I have no memory after that.
When I came to, I was lying naked in bed.
For a moment, I thought it was a dream, but the rope marks on my chest told me it was real.
"You're awake? I'll take you home,"
he said, back to his gentle self, but I was scared and tried to leave alone.
However, he pushed me down again, and we ended up making love.
In the end, I stayed at his place until morning, but my feelings of "like" were gone, and I reflected on my careless actions.
He said, "I want to date you," but I refused and cut off contact.
I also ignored the apology from his friend.
But even though the first time I experienced a threesome and was violated anally was terrifying, sometimes I remember it, and my hands start to comfort myself. Is it because I secretly wish for it to happen again...?
