It Wasn't Supposed To Be Like This

A plain Jane, mousy librarian type, not interested in sex. That's how I describe myself. I can't recall a single instance when I felt a need for sex, not with a man and not with a woman. Asexual. I worked for a Christian Broadcasting Network, surrounded by good Christian ladies. I was the youngest, and the only one that had gone to college where I studied communications. No one in my circle ever talked about sex, not even indirectly. No one asked. We were devoted to our mission.

My life changed one Saturday night. I woke up and he was standing over the bed and he put his hand on my mouth, then grabbed my throat. He whispered behind his mask and told me to get completely naked. I had never taken my clothes off for a man, never been completely naked with a man. He held me by the throat until I had nothing on. I asked him if he was going to r**e me. He answered that it was only r**e if I didn't like it.

He put his hand behind the back of my neck and squeezed until I did what he said. He held my face down in the pillow and he got on my back and I felt his penis in the cheeks of my butt. He whispered to open my legs and he poked his penis against my anus and tore into me until he was completely in, I could feel his testicles against my butt. He fucked, grinded into me until he came and pulled out slowly. He asked me if I liked that. I said yes. He asked me if I wanted it in my pussy. I said yes.

He turned me over and was on top of me and he asked me what my pussy was for. I had to answer for fucking. Now repeat after me, what's your pussy for? For fucking, and he stuck his penis in my vagina and finished not withdrawing until he was done. Did you like? Yes, I answered. Do you want me to come see you again? Yes, I answered. How do I get in? There's a key under the planter by the door, I said. What's your name? Alice, I said.