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Disclaimer. I write stories for pleasure. Everything in my stories is
fiction. In no way do I condone the scenarios within the writings.
Rape, child endangerment, and unwanted pregnacy are subjects to be
role-played between you and your significant other only. Anybody
actually carrying out this in real life, needs to see a psychiatrist,
or seek mental help from a qualified expert in mental health. I am
always open to comments and constructive criticism. I believe in the
second ammendment, and only free people should be reading stories like
this. If it is illegal or unlawful to read adult stories in your,
country, state, municipality, or neighborhood, please delete this
story. Thank You, trukin_fool





Indian Rape. (A love story) M/F, Alcohol, drugs, rape, impreg. romance


It was a Friday night. My buddy and I were walking home from the club.
We both had too much to drink, so we left my car at the parking ramp.
It was only eight blocks home, and besides, it was a warm fall
evening.
We were college classmates, however, we resided a few blocks away from
each other.
Neither of us had dated since the spring, as we worked during summer
break. This being the second month back to school, we were finally
fitting in, and we were begining to relax.
We had some foreign exchange students, come to our school from other
countries, as a good will gesture. Most of them arrived shortly before
summer break, and took the entire summer, for orientation. A lot of
them lived only a block away from my apartment, in a housing
development that was government funded. I'd walked past there
frequently, and off handedly noticed a few of them, on my way to
class. Most looked to be around twenty four or twenty five, while they
were only freshmen, or sophmores.
My buddy split off to his place, leaving me three blocks to go. I was
starting to sober up, what with the exercise, and the fresh air.
As I neared my apartment, I had to pee. I sneaked between, two huge
old three story houses, and hidden by the shadows, began to urinate on
some flower bed.
As I did so, I heard a moan coming from the tree next to me. I
immediately zipped up, and cautiously investigated. As I neared the
source of the moans, I noticed that a woman, of east Indian descent,
was laying on the ground, really wasted. She was wearing the typical
garb, worn by married women, from over there. I could see she even had
the familiar spot, on her forehead.
I didn't know if she was injured or just out of it. I began to feel
for any broken arms, or legs, but all I got in return, was a soft
continuing moan. I surmised, that she was just drunk, like me, and
decided to help her home.
As I began to pull her up, I lost my balance, and fell on top of her.
My hands were pressed against her soft ample breasts, and my body was
prone, between her half spread legs. She didn't fight my hands, nor
did she scream for help, which would have been appropriate,
considering it probably would be an awkward sight, had anybody seen
us.
As I lay there trying to get up. without further mauling her body, I
felt my cock stiffen, at the softness of her form, and the sweet smell
of her perfume.
I could make out that her eyes were closed, and her mouth was
partially open. but only made even softer moans now.
As I knelt to get up, anothe soft moan excaped her lips. This one
seemed to be a different pitch, than the others I'd heard. I began to
wonder, if she hadn't liked me laying on her.
I faked falling again, and again my hands were on her breasts. Her
moans definitely changed in pitch, as I did so.
I was stunned. She was nearly passed out, yet her body was responding
to my crude fondling. Without my weught, on her fully, I began to
blatantly grope her huge tits, through her clothing. By doing so, I
elicited a series of maons, and even a gasp.
"So? You like that?" I asked, in a whisper.
Next I placed my hands on the ground, beside her, and lowered my
pelvis to hers. I humped slowly between her legs, only to find that
she tried to move her legs wider, to accomodate my advances. Her long
gown was the only thing, preventing her from doing so.
I next dropped my hand to her ankle, and slowly pushed the material up
her soft hairy legs. The hair, was not unlike the hair, on my chest.
Soon I was possessed, by the thought of making out with this woman.
She continued to moan as my hand pushed her clothing up her legs.
"Do you like that?" I again asked in a hoarse whisper. Thinking that
if she objected, I would stop.
She made no effort to stop me. In fact, she seemed to help me, in her
drunken state.
Her hips began to rock, as I neared her thighs, with the garment. Her
breathing became shallow, and her mouth opened wider. I knew she was
somehow enjoying this also.
I continued to pull and tug, until her clothing was at her waist. Her
legs lewdly spread, showing off her white underwear. She wore what
you'd call granny panties. The full briefs, were covering her flabby
tummy, and plump hairy thighs.
Next I side straddled her, so I could begin to remove the panties. She
offered no resistance, as I pulled the large underwear, down and off
her fat legs. Her feminine odor, seethed fromher crotch, letting me
know she was enjoying the attention.
Next I pulled the top of her clothing, off each shoulder, and down
over chest. This put her plain white bra on display. I noticed that
her breasts looked even bigger, with the contrast to her dark skin.
I leaned in to kiss her, as she tried to pucker. As I did so, I rolled
her shoulder up, and undid her bra. Laying her back down, I pulled the
bra free, and oogled her massive tits. They were huge. They each
sagged to their espective sides, and were capped with huge areolas.
Both nipples hardened, at the sudden cool air hitting them.
"Would you like to fuck me?" I whispered into her ear, as I massaged
her left breast.
I pinched her nipple, which brought another sharp exhale from her
mouth.
"OK." I then whispered in her ear. "If that's what you really want."
I was making believe in my mind, that this woman wanted me, and was
egging me on, to take her as a lover.
I could wait no longer. Swiftly I unzipped my pants, and fished out my
raging hardon. I crawled between her legs, and mounted her.
Her soft krinkly pubic hair, was like an aphrodisiac to me. My cock
was so hard, I thought the head might burst.
I worked it through the thick forest of hair, and finally found her
wet gash, hidden beneath.
I rubbed the head of my cock through her pursed lips, to wet it for
entry. She was moaning even louder now, and I was worried, that
someone would catch us.
I looked around, to make sure no one was near watching, and then
proceeded to spear her female orfice.
This woman was tight. Had it not been for her discharge of female
lubricant, I'd believe I was entering her rectum.
I groaned in unison with her, as my cock slid slowly inside her hot
box.
She in turn, fought to raise her arms, and hold mine. She gripped my
wrists, as I plowed her fetile feminine garden.
After penetrating her halfway, I pulled out a little. Her reaction was
to heave her hips up to me, not wanting me to pull out. She was in
heat, and craved a fuck. I decided not to deny her the pleasure, of my
seven inch cock.
I pushed into her again. This time going deeper than the first. Her
mouth opened, and a long steady groan came from her lungs. I wanted
release, as I had been celibate for a few months, and my balls were
aching to empty themselves. Being thoroughly excited, I shot my load
into her, instantly.
She must have felt it too, as she gasped with the feeling of being
filled with my semen.
Even though I had just cum, her hands still grasped my wrists, urging
me to continue. It was rare for me to remain hard after a climax, but
I was still very erect, and I wanted to bottom out in this woman. I
wanted to feel every inch, inside her hot clutching pussy.
As I pulled out partially again, she whimpered. She wasn't expected me
to plow into her again. But I did.
I rammed roughly into her, causing her to scream out sharply.
By now I was overcome by her soft body, and her hot tight cunt. I
became a madman, taking her body as mine to use, at will.
I pummeled her hard, and she returned my exersions with groans of
bliss. Her tiny finger nails were digging into my wrists, as I rode
her hard.
Soon she was panting with anticipation of her own orgasm. Her pussy
muscles were clamping down on my cock relentlessly. She was about to
gurgle out her release, as I again felt my balls tighten.
"Take it." I groaned into her ear. "Take my life giving sperm, up
inside your hot cunt."
I didn't know if she could understand me, but I felt like a king,
pumping myself deep into her babyfactory.
Her body soon tensed, as her pussy clamped down, finally attaining her
own, mind blowing orgasm.
Her pussy felt much like a small tiny mouth, eagerly sucking my cock.
Again I began to spray her womb with huge volleys of my seed.
As I jerked my release, she in turn humped up, trying to take my cum
deep in her belly.
We both lay frozen, as my seed washed her guts from the inside, and
she relished the feeling of it.
Moments later, I weakly knelt, pulling my softening cock from her
grasping pussy lips. A soft popping sound was made, as the head of my
penis, escaped her outer lips. A deep sigh and and a soft hum came
from the womans mouth as I began to stand.
Shakily, I stood there, now watching my sperm leak out of her hairy
used hole.
Nervously, I scanned the area for any lurkers, who could be watching.
I saw no one, as I quickly shoved my cock, back into my pants.
After that, I feebily tried to redress her, and only partially
succeeded. Her bra was put on, but not hooked, Her panties would never
go back on in her state, so I kept them as a gift, shoving them in my
pocket. I pulled down her clothing, to cover her legs, and again
looked around as I walked away.
I had just basically raped this woman. I had unwanted sex with her,
and she wouldn't know about it, until she sobered up.
Guilty feelings overwhelmed me as I walked swiftly to my apartment. I
prayed that I would not be found out, but I knew that such an act,
would mean prison time.
As I finally fell asleep, my cock was betraying me. It was again hard,
and ready for action.
The next morning, I arose and showered. The smell of our stale
combined juices filled my nostrils, and again I sported a raging
hardon.
After a long time, I decided to jog past the place where the incident
occured. As I neared the place, a strange thought filled my mind. A
criminal always returns to the scene of the crime.
Nervously I ran past the little sidewalk, leading between two houses.
I glanced nervously over to it, and saw nothing but flattened grass.
The only eveidence of my steamy affair.
I thought about the incident all the time after that. All day
Saturday, and all day Sunday.
By Monday, I had learned to live with my indiscretion, and it was off
to class. Every woman who was of Indian origin, caught my eye.
As mid terms appoached, I went to a small mixer, at some classmates
house. I was drinking, but only enough to catch a buzz. Later that
evening, I went to the bathroom. As I stood in the hall, the bathroom
door opened, and my mouth dropped open. The same Indian woman emerged,
and smiled at me. She was very beautiful, dressed again in her Indian
attire. However she looked quite different this time. She was
pregnant.
I smiled lovingly at her, and somehow we made a connection, before I
excused myself to pee.
After I had done my nature call, I went to find this beauty. I found
her talking and laughing with a very close friend of mine.
I walked up beside her, and my friend introduced her to me.
As she took my hand to shake it, a chill ran down my spine. She just
smiled broadly, and winked at me.
I went to refill her glass with beer, and soon we were talking openly.
I found out that she was indeed from India, and she was married. Her
husband was still tere, and she had come here to study medicine. The
plan was for her to return, and treat her village, after graduation.
She was very open and honest, when she talked about her pregnancy. She
told me it did not belong to her husband, and he wanted a divorce. She
was recently chastised by her own village, and her funding was to be
cut off shortly.
I asked what her plans were. She amswered, that she could not go back
home, in disgrace.
We talked through the night, and soon she agreed to go home with me. I
was falling in love with this woman, and she didn't even realize I had
raped her.
We spent the rest of the night, just talking about her future, and
mine. She cried a few times, but mostly contained herself. She was a
strong woman. Her compunction to succeed was formost in her mind. By
morning, I had fallen asleep on the sofa.
Around noon I was awakened, by a soft pair of lips, wrapped around my
cock. As I aroused, She looked up at me, with my hard member, still in
her mouth. Her eyes smiled at me, as she continued to suck me off.
Soon I was ready to blow, and pushed her head away. She fought to keep
my cock in her mouth, until I was howling my release. She greedily
swallowed every drop, and then pulled off of me, smacking her lips.
She apologized, but explained that a man as nice as me, deserved
something special. She also explained how the absence of a lover had
made her realize her lonliness. She continued by telling me that she
would not be ashamed to live with me, and help me through school, If I
allowed her to keep her baby with us.
After careful consideration, I agreed, and she was so extatic, that
she hugged me tightly.
She would get a job, and she would help pay bills, until I graduated.
That way, her child would at least have a home until it was two, and
hopefully able to walk.
I agreed to her requests, and softly fondled her. She drew away,
telling me she was not a whore, and that I could still see other
women, even though she would relieve the pressure in my balls if I do
so wanted her to.
I knew she was shy about her pregnant condition, and probably
embarrassed at how she looked naked.
I explained that she needn't worry, as I find pregnant women very
sexy.
I then asked her if she knew the father.
She looked at the floor, and shook her head.
I asked her when it happened.
She replied that somebody gave her a pill, supposedly an aspirin, and
then tried to rape her. She was alert enough to run away and hide,
before she passed out. She admitted that if the father came forward,
she would not press charges, but she'd like to know who he was.
Tears filled my eyes, as I found myself unable to hide my indiscretion
any more.
I admitted I was probably the father, as she froze at my admission.
A smile came acroos her face quickly, saying she had hoped it was
someone like me. She went on to explain that she didn't believe me,
but was happy I liked her enough to take responsibility for someone
elses actions.
I continued to tell her, how everything happened that fateful night,
to the best of my recollection.
Her face was bright, and her smile was broad, as I explained. She
still didn't believe me, but agreed that if anyone should take the
real fathers place, it should be me.
I told her I wanted to make love to her, and she got real quiet and
reserved. She hesitated, before I pulled her to me, and planted a deep
soul kiss on her lips. During the kiss she melted in my arms, and soon
we made outstanding love. Not once, but twice, like the first time.
After we finished, she still agreed to allow me to have other women,
if I wished. She would leave, until I was finished with them, and then
return. She also still agreed to be there for me, if I so chose to
have sex with her, anytime I cared to do so.
In the end, It all worked out. I married her, and she still makes me
cum harder that before, even after three children, she's tight and
really knows how to use those muscles.
We have been married seven years, and she has often asked if I wanted
her to pick up another woman for me to enjoy, while she leaves. I've
tried it twice, and both times, she returns home, to clean me, and
love me as no other woman can.
I'm glad I raped her so long ago.




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