I'm a skinny, fit, 24 year-old brunette girl living in New Hampshire. I don't mean to be narcissistic or anything but that's what my friends and exes say. Anyway, when I was 22, I was raped. I was a virgin at the time. What happened was one night I was sitting in my living room watching tv. It was pretty humid out as it had just rained and I was wearing a see-through tank with some skimpy shorts. I lived in my own house so I liked to sort of "let everything loose" at night. All of a sudden I heard a bang in the kitchen. I was really afraid to go check so I looked through a hole that had been in my wall into the kitchen and I saw my window pane had been broken out of the frame, but not shattered. Suddenly I felt a hard tug on my shirt and my straps ripped and my breasts were exposed (34D) as well as the rest of my body. I turned around and was immediately thrown to the floor, not so hard as to hurt, but as to shake me up. I looked up to see a tall man staring at me through a mask. He tied my hands together and feet and proceeded to pull out his dick. (here comes some vulgar terms, kids). To be honest, it was the nicest looking penis I'd ever seen. It was long, circumcised and throbbing with excitement. He told me to suck his dick and he cut off my shorts with a knife. I said I was a virgin and I don't have experience with this. He held his knife to my throat and said shut the fuck up and slapped me, again not as hard as you'd expect. I had to do what he asked. I took my restrained hand and grabbed tightly to his cock and shoved it in my mouth (I wanted to get it over with). He started to press my head so far on his dick that I couldn't breathe, but then loosened up. He stopped putting pressure on me and just let me do it. I felt so violated and abused but I thought I was doing too good of a job. I stopped and he told me to turn around and lift my ass up. I did as he asked and he then took his cock and rubbed the tip on my clitoris. Without thinking I moaned and he yelled "you like that bitch?" and it immediately took my arousal away. He then started to kiss my neck as he slid his dick inside me. I cringed and made and Ah sound in pain and he sort of hesitated. He then started to put it in slower and slower so that it became comfortable for me. This whole time the knife was to my throat. I was scared shitless pardon my french but I had to admit what he was doing to me really really turned me on. He started thrusting in and out but very gently and he grabbed my ass ever so slightly and I kind of giggled. I dont think he noticed. He increased his thrusts and I increased my moans. I came so much after he popped my cherry that I don't even know why I did what I did. He was still kissing my neck but more towards my face and out of complete stupidity (and being extremely horny) I raised my hand and lowered the knife slowly from my throat. He turned my head and kissed me. I didn't resist though. I felt his cock pulsating in my pussy and I was wetter than I had ever been in my life. I then asked "why don't we get a little more friendly" and gestured to my restraints around my hands. He untied them, still fucking me slowly. I turned on my back and spread my legs and body for him. I took off his mask and fuck he was attractive. Slight stubble on his face made him seem more mature and boy oh boy did that turn me on. He kissed me and licked my nipples. I felt his cock enter me once more and i started to finger myself. He told me to let him do it and I almost was beginning to trust him. He was very good at it as well. He fucked my pussy faster and harder and i let out many moans as did he. We kissed and he grabbed me and we started to get rough. I would grab his very toned sides and make him thrust farther into me. I then got up, untied my legs and pushed him on the floor. I got on top on his dick and rode it like a cowgirl at the rodeo. I came so much it began to drip down his pelvis onto the floor. I got up and leaned against the couch and opened my leg and he let his tongue lather my pussy with its own juices and his saliva. My fuck it felt amazing. He definitely had practice, and a lot of it. He sat on the couch and I rode him once more. I went so fast that we began to sweat buckets. I turned on the fan beside me which cooled me down so nicely and let me enjoy his rock hard cock even more. I fucked him so hard he started to moan louder than I was. I then got up and squirted all over his cock. I grabbed his cock and squeezed it and, with it dripping from my pussy fluids, I shoved it in my mouth. He let out an immense amount of cum in my throat and I swallowed every last drop. I laid down beside him, gasping for air. This was the best night I'd ever had with a guy, let alone a rapist. He told me his name was Jack, and I shook his hand and gave him mine. I asked if he'd stay the night but he insisted he had to be home because he was married and his wife would be worried, it was 2 in the morning and the whole fiasco lasted around 20 minutes, figures with men. I will never forget that day, July 10th 2011. And the nicest rapist I'd ever heard of, Jack.