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 Author: Hungry Guy
Title: PARTY RAPE
Summary: She gets raped and strangled by a nerdy guy who she teased at a
college kegger, then discovers that she has an asphyxiation fetish.
Keywords: M/F Mpov Mdom Fsub college size cons 1st rape choke strangle
nc reluc rom caution
Language: english

   PARTY RAPE BY: Hungry Guy (hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com)

   I was studying my Pre Calculus book when my roommate stormed into the
room and flopped onto his bed.  "Geez, Lenny.  You always got your nose in
a book.  Why don't you ever go out drinking or anything on a Friday night?"

   I looked up at Gary.  "I have a test next week."

   "That's next week.  You got all weekend to study.  Fridays are for
partying, dude!"

   It's not like I've never gone downtown and had a few beers Friday or
Saturday night.  I'd even tried to ask a girl to dance once in a while, but
their put downs were always so humiliating; "I have to go home and wash my
dog," or "I'm desperate, but not that desperate." And it's not like I'm
ugly or disabled or anything; I'm just a social klutz.

   "I don't know, Gary.  If I get done with these two chapters, maybe I'll
see you down at Crazy Eddie's later."

   "Oh, I'm not going to Eddie's."

   "No?  Isn't that where everyone goes?"

   "Brian told me about a kegger off-campus.  Ya' ought to come."

   "Off campus?  You mean at one of the fraternity houses?  Might be
interesting to go, I suppose."

   "Nah, not a frat party.  Just some guys in a rooming house.  They say
some girls that live there are pretty hot.  C'mon!"

   "But Brian and his buddies all think I'm a dork.  I don't want to go to
any party where he's going to be at."

   "Oh, Lenny, don't that that bug you.  Everyone on the floor is going. 
You won't even see Brian there."

   "I guess I can study tomorrow.  All right, I'll go with you."

   An hour or so later me and Gary and a couple of other guys headed
downtown.  It was about a half-hour walk through town to find the house. 
Maybe we should have taken the bus, but that would have been an extra 35
cents we could use to buy beer with someday.

   We found the party going full blast.  The house was packed and several
different stereos were cranking music throughout the large Victorian house
converted to a rooming house.  We each paid a $2.00 fee to get our hands
stamped and got into the party.

   Me and Gary found our way to the large party room in the basement where
we split up and I made my way through the crowd to one of the kegs where
guys were serving cheap beer in plastic cups.

   Guys and girls were gyrating on the makeshift dance floor, but I just
wasn't in the mood to be put down that night, so I just mingled and enjoyed
the party.



   I found some guys playing billiards in an adjacent game room, so I
waited my turn to play the winner.  I lost, and returned out to the main
room to get another cup of panther piss beer.

   Finding a corner to stand in, a guy I knew from my Computer Science
class came over and we talked a while about the homecoming game, and joked
about what we'd each do to that slutty girl who sits in the back row if we
got the chance.

   Then, beer being what it is, soon demanded release.  I excused myself
and found a bathroom in the house that didn't have a waiting line.  Being
early in the party that wasn't a big challenge to do.

   While I was doing what guys do in a bathroom at a beer party, the door
opened.  _Shit!_ A girl started to enter.  _Double shit!_

   "Oh, I'm sorry..." she quickly said, followed by "Oh my God!"

   I felt myself turn red.  What could I do.  I said, "I'll be done in a
minute."

   She just stood there staring at me.

   "What?" I asked.

   She just repeated, "Oh my God!"

   "What!" I repeated.  "Look, come in or go out.  Don't just stand there
with the door open."

   She nervously stepped inside and closed the door.

   After I had finished and was about to put it away, she said, "Wait!  Can
I touch it?"

   "What?" I gasped.  "My dick?"

   "Yeah!  Can I touch your dick?"

   "You've never seen a dick before?" I asked.

   "Not a big one like you got!"

   I have a big one?  I had no idea!  "Really?  I have a big one?"

   "It's fucking huge!  How is it that none of the girls I know about you?"

   I was about to say something like, "Maybe it's because you girls all put
me down when I try to talk to one of you," but, instead, I said, "I've
never been with a girl."

   "Shit!  You're gay?  What a fucking shame!"

   "Hey!" I blurted.  "I'm not gay!  I've just never been with a girl, is
all!"

   "Well," she sauntered up closer to me, "there's always a first time,
right?"

   "Uh, yeah," I said, not really knowing what to say.

   "Well?" she said.

   "Well what?" I asked.

   "You know..."

   "I don't know!" I said with mild annoyance.

   "You wanna fuck, or not?"

   "Uh, sure," I said, noticing for the first time that she was what every
guy I know would call "hot." Long dirty blonde hair, pretty face, skinny,
perfect tits, and nice round but slender ass--a class of girl I would never
have even _tried_ to score was asking me to fuck her.  Holy shit!

   "Yeah!  Sure!  But where?  Here in the bathroom?"

   She made a face.  "No!  Not here in the bathroom.  I know some guys who
live in this house.  I hear there's a couple of empty rooms.  Let's ask,
okay?"

   "Sure," I said.

   I followed her out into the crowd.  She looked back every few seconds to
make sure I was still behind her.  After searching around, she talked for a
minute to some guy I didn't know, then turned to me.  "He said that 3C is
vacant.  We can use that room."

   We disappeared into the crowd and climbed three flights of stairs from
the basement to the 3rd floor.  We found 3C easy enough and she locked the
door.

   The room was clearly vacant.  It contained a clean desk, chair, an empty
clothes closet, and a single bed with a bare mattress.  The music from the
party was but a distant rumble through the big old house.

   She sat on the bed and patted the mattress next to her, so I sat.  "You
do know what to do now, don't you?"

   "Uhm, not really," I stammered.

   She reached behind my head and pulled my face to hers.  In a moment, we
were in a total lip lock.

   Without realizing how it happened, we were both naked soon thereafter,
lying on the bed furiously swapping spit.

   "C'mon!  C'mon!" she panted.

   "What?  Do I put it in you now?"

   "No," she panted.  "You gotta get me wet.  But Lord knows I'm pretty wet
already, thinking of that huge cock inside me.  Oh God!"

   "How do I get you wet?"

   "With your mouth!"

   "But I am using my mouth!" I insisted.

   "No, silly!  My pussy!  Eat my pussy!"

   I had read enough porn to know what eating pussy means, so I crawled
down and slid my tongue in between her rubbery pussy lips.  Gaaa!  It was
soaking wet!  And tasted totally gamy!  I didn't mind the taste, though,
and licked up and down, swallowing a tongueful of her juice with every
lick. I tasted a hole that I figured was her vagina, and began fucking her
with my tongue.

   "Oh God!  Oh God!" she moaned.

   I pushed deeper and deeper until my tongue hurt from sticking it out so
far.

   "My clit!  Suck my clit!"

   "Where?" I mumbled with a mouthful of pussy juice.

   "Higher!  Higher!"

   I licked up, toward her muff, and her body bucked hard when my tongue
slid over a little bump at the very top of her slit.  That must be it!

   I sucked the little nub in between my lips, gently at first, then used
as much lung strength as I could manage to suck it deep into my mouth.

   "Oh God!" she screamed.



   I flicked it over and over with my tongue as my breath held it deep
inside my mouth.  Her body bucked wildly with every lick.  It seemed like
she was flooding my mouth with pussy juice, and I had to swallow constantly
to keep up with her output.

   She eventually wound down and I eventually let loose.

   "Now fuck me!" she said.

   "Okay," I said and started to crawl up her body.  I couldn't believe
that I was about to get laid--when I least expected it to happen.  Nothing
was going to stop me now from fucking this girl!

   "Uhm," she said, "you have to put on a rubber!"

   "Okay, give me a rubber."

   "No silly," she panted.  "It's the guy's responsibility to provide the
rubber."

   "Oh?" I asked, shaking in anticipation of getting laid.

   "Yeah!  You _do_ have a rubber with you, don't you?  Like, all guys
always carry rubbers in their wallets."

   "I don't."

   "Oh shit!" she said.

   "What's wrong?" I said.

   "We can't fuck if you don't have a rubber."

   "What!" I gasped.  "Well, then, maybe you can eat me, then."

   "No way!" she said.

   "What?  You don't suck cock?"

   "I love to suck cock!  I've swallowed some well-hung guys, but I can't
take that monster of yours down my throat!  No way!"

   "Then I'm fucking you."

   "No!" she insisted.  "It's done.  We can't fuck."

   "No way I'm stopping, you fucking tease!" I crawled upon her and lay on
her.  My hard member was on the verge of release.  I could feel my orgasm
about to explode at the slightest provocation.

   "What are you doing?" she screeched.

   "I'm fucking you, bitch!" I slammed my hips down, sliding my cock into
her soaking pussy.

   "No!" she yelled.  "Pull it out!  Pull it out!"

   "No!" I insisted.

   "This is rape, you bastard!  Get off me!  I swear, I'll scream!"

   I wrapped my hands around her neck and squeezed down on her throat.  Her
mouth wagged in silence and her eyes bulged while I pumped her.  It didn't
take but a moment for my orgasm to kick off and flood her pussy with my
seed.  My pent up frustration took its time filling her as my orgasm rocked
her body over and over again.  My body was on auto-pilot, and my only
awareness was the sensation of ecstasy that I was feeling from my loins.

   When my awareness of the rest of my body returned to me, the girl was
still and her face was all red.  I let go of my steel grip of her neck and
jumped off the bed.

   She just lay there, motionless.



   Holy shit!  I killed the fucking girl!  I'm screwed!  I'm going to jail!
I'm fucking screwed for the rest of my life!  Oh God!  Oh shit!

   I didn't know what to do.  I panicked.  I quickly put my clothes on and
opened the door a crack.  Phew!  The hallway was empty, and the party was
as loud as ever down in the basement.

   I rushed downstairs to the basement, then joined the party as casually
as I could.  I went up to a keg and got a beer and mingled around as if I
had been there the whole night.

   Trying to be as nonchalant as possible, I tracked down Gary and found
him standing in the back doorway leading out to the back yard.  I started
talking about the upcoming Comp Sci midterm.  We talked for a few minutes,
then he asked, "You okay, Lenny?"

   "Yeah," I stammered.  "I'm fine!  Why?"

   "I dunno.  You're talking funny."

   "Oh," I laughed.  "I guess too many beers.  You know I'm not much of a
drinker, right?"

   "Yeah!" he laughed.  "But don't say that too loud.  You don't want
everyone to think you're a dork."

   I laughed at that, then my eyes darted into the room.  There she was! 
Very much alive, though disheveled and turning this way and that as if
searching for something--or someone.

   I felt a sudden relief, while at the same time, a new type of panic. 
Instead of going to jail for murder, I was going to jail for rape.  "Hey
Gary, I think I've drank my fill tonight.  I'm going to head back to the
dorm.  See you later." I turned to leave.

   I hurried into the back yard and around to the front of the house.  I
was making time away down the sidewalk when I heard a voice yelling at me
from behind.  She was running after me.

   I panicked again.  Then I saw a bus approach the bus stop at the corner.
I could make it in time if I sprint.

   "Hey!" she yelled, running after me.  "I'm not mad at you!  I just wanna
talk!"

   I ran to the corner and jumped on the bus just as it was about to leave.

   The girl made it to the bus a split second too late.  Thank goodness,
for once, for nasty bus drivers; he ignored her pounding on the door and
pulled away from the bus stop.

   I made it back to the dorm and crashed into bed.  I never heard Gary
come in later.  I slept late the next morning, as I usually do on Saturday,
as did Gary.

   After I got up at 10:00 and took a shower, Gary was awake when I
returned to the room.  We got a group together from neighboring rooms and
headed downstairs to the cafeteria for Saturday brunch.  Everyone was
talking about the party.  To my relief, no one mentioned a girl being raped
at the party.

   But damn, we didn't even know each others' names, which, in this case,
was a good thing.  Not being a party hound, I didn't know too many people
there; so, with any luck, she'd never find me again.

   I resumed studying, and I aced that Pre Calc test.  The next couple of
weeks went by normally until I was coming out of the student union one
Saturday night.  "Hey!" a strangely familiar female voice called me from
behind.

   I turned and froze, standing face to face with that girl once again.

   "Look!" I stammered.  "I...I'm sorry about the party.  I don't know what
came over me.  I'm glad you're okay."

   She got the oddest look on her face.  "Don't be sorry.  That
was--incredible!"

   "Oh?" I said.

   "I want you to do that to me again!"

   "What?" I gasped.

   She leaned into me.  "I want you to rape me again.  And choke me.  And
make me pass out while you're inside me.  Just like you did at the party."

   "Are you serious?" I said.

   "Yeah!  I'm serious!  I had my period last week, so I'm okay.  And I'm
on the pill now."

   "Well, okay," I said.  "Uhm, when?"

   "You doing anything tonight?"

   "Nah.  I was going back to the dorm to chill, then go to bed."

   "Great!  Come on!" she grabbed my hand and started pulling me down the
street.

   "Uhm, what's your name?" I asked.

   "Amber.  What's yours?"

   "I'm Lenny.  You're named after a color?"

   "Yeah, my parents are weird.  They're both artists.  My one sister is
named Indigo, my other sister is named Fuschia, and my brother is named
Grey."

   "Cool," I said.

   After a long walk, we arrived at another large old house not too far
from where that party was.

   We got to her room, and I knew exactly what to do this time.  We started
kissing, then we got each others' clothes off, and I went down on her.

   Once again, I sucked her clit and played her like a trumpet while
swallowing mouthfuls of pussy juice.

   Having made her thoroughly wet, I mounted her and wrapped my hands
around her throat.  I plunged into her while she slowly turned red and her
body struggled for breath.  With it being consensual this time, I didn't
rush it.  I fucked her more slowly, enjoying it even more while she bucked
and thrashed under my weight, her face gradually turning from red to
purple.

   When I had finally spent myself, I collapsed on her and released my
grasp from around her neck.

   "Amber?" I whispered.  "Is that what you wanted?"

   The realization then hit me that she had passed out again, like she
wanted.  But I noticed something else odd.  Purple had turned to blue.  She
wasn't breathing.  Oh shit!  Not again!

   But I was more level-headed this time.  I remember watching a CPR
demonstration in Phys Ed class one day.  I began thumping her chest, and
giving her mouth-to-mouth.  I hoped I knew what I was doing.

   After about a minute, she began sputtering and coughing.

   "Oh Amber!" I cried.  "You passed out again!"

   "Yeah!" she gasped as she struggled to catch her breath.  "Wow!  What a
rush!"

   "Yeah, but you didn't just pass out; you stopped breathing.  I had to
bring you back to life."

   "Yeah?" her eyes brightened.  "Cool!"

   "Cool?" I shuddered.

   "Yeah!  I can't wait to do that again!"

   "Amber!" I stressed.  "I don't think we should do that any more."

   "No!  Don't say that, Lenny!  Please!"

   "But you almost died!"

   "But you brought me back to life.  Oh God!  Lenny!  We have to do that
again!  And again!"

   "You trust me that much?  With your life?"

   "Yes, Lenny!  You proved twice already that you won't kill me.  I trust
you with my life."

   "But it's so dangerous."

   "It's a risk I'm willing to take.  Please, Lenny!"

   "I don't know," I said.

   "Look, I'll try to eat you next time, okay?  But you got to promise me
that you'll still rape me and choke me and make me pass out!"

   "Well," I stammered.

   "Promise!" she insisted.

   "Okay," I shrugged.  "I promise.  If it's a risk you're willing to take,
I have to admit that I get a certain rush out of doing it to you."

   My kinky girlfriend and I kissed and snuggled in each other's arms and
drifted off to sleep together.

   * END *