My night with the Hanson's……….well it was one of the more memorable events in my life. It was weird some might considered what happened dirty….immorale……rape…….whatever you want to call it I don't really care. To be honest I don't what I could have or WOULD have done If I had to rethink it. It just happened. I don't know if I wish it didn't or what…. I just know that it did. WHOA whoa wait a minute. I don't even know you and you don't know me. So before I tell you my story let my introduce myself.
My name's Trish, well that's what everyone calls me anyway. I'm 5'7, brown hair, brown eyes. You know that basics. I'm a pretty good girl, don't drink or anything. I'm 16 and despite my good girl mentailty I'm not a virgin. But I'm not a whore either. The only person I had sex with at the time was Michael. My boyfriend since seventh grade. Okay now that that is done with let me tell you what happened.
My parents had left for the weekend as a "second honeymoon" Second, third, forth…….it didn't really matter because I had the WHOLE house to myself……… again. Mike was gone to South Carolina for his aunts funeral so I couldn't invite him over or anything and to top it off it was a Friday. My parents left me with a stupid note and about hundred dollars, which was all good with me.
For school I have to wear this nasty looking plaid skirt that feels like wool, and some stupid vest over a white blouse. Oohh the joy of going to catholic school.To make myself more comfortable, I kicked off my shoes and socks and removed my skirt and vest. Living me in a pair of short shorts and blouse. I poured myself a glass of pepsi and flipped through the mail. Nothing for me. I went into the kitchen and tackled the dirty dishes. If I didn't do anything else productive this weekend, at least the dishes were done.
Just as I drained and rinsed the sink, I heard the back doorbell ring. Probably my mother or my mother-in-law. I wasn't expecting anyone and salespeople don't come to the back door. I went to the back and opened the door. I couldn't believe who was standing at the door smiling at me. It was Tay Hanson.
Tay's mother was an old friend of the family but the whole family had always been on the "wrong side of the tracks" and Tay was worse than most. We had known each other as kids but hadn't seen each other in months when we bumped into one another at school. Which was weird because he had dropped out.
Now don't get me wrong he was very intelligent but hung out with the wrong crowd, made trouble and I assume did drugs. We saw each other for a few days in a friendly way. (His mother and mine made sure it was no more than that! Besides, I was a "goody-two shoes" so he wasn't my type.) I didn't hear from Tay for a long time after that. I got a letter from him. I thought letter writing was an unusual form of communication from someone like him until I looked at the return address. He was writing from juvillnile displanery of Tulsa or in other words from juvi.
He sounded like he really wanted to create a better life for himself so I corresponded with him frequently for a long time and even sent him some books. I wrote motivational and educational things that would help him (mentally) survive while in "jail" and improve himself when he got out. He wrote back letters of appreciation and fondness. I was engaged so I downplayed his interest in me and attributed it to the lack of positive attention in his life. At some point, I lost touch with Tay. It was a year and ½ ago and That was the last I knew until now.
Here he was, standing at my door.
"Hey, Trish! How are you? Long time no see, eh? Can I come in?" Tay asked. Tucking his long blonde hair behind his ear and looking at me with sky blue eyes. Hardily the face of a juvinile diliquent. He was usually the type of guy I went for. So sweet and innocent looking. Like your average boy next door type. But like the say " a book doesn't always fit its cover"and Tay was no exception.
"Sure," I said, too startled to say anything else. We didn't hug or touch or anything. We didn't have that kind of friendship. I think I was always a little scared of him and after our letters I was always careful not to lead him on or make him think I was interested when I wasn't.
"So, what's up? How've you been doing? I haven't heard much about you in a long time. You're looking good." I said. He told me about how he got out of juvi awhile ago and had been staying with some friends in the area (his mom threw him out) but they were moving out of state. He had a buddy up north who found him a job and was going to let him move in with him. Things were looking up.
"In fact, that's part of the reason I'm here. I need a place to stay, just for tonight." Tay said. His friends moved out of their house that day and his buddy from up north couldn't come and get him until Saturday. He had no money and there were no hotels in our small town even if he had money. He had slept in a park once and got in trouble for it with the police. With his history, he didn't want to take any chances on meeting up with the cops. He really hated to inconvenience my family and he but didn't know where else to go. I wasn't sure what to do. He didn't know it, but my parents wouldn't be home until Sunday Night. I was sure Tay wasn't going to do anything but it still left me somewhat vulnerable and it also meant having a man ("ex-con") stay in my house with me while my parents were gone. Not a situation many people in my circle would approve of. But, he was a family friend and needed help. If I turned him away, what would happen? Don't my own religious and moral values insist that I allow him to stay? What do I tell him about my parents?
"Of course you can stay," I told him. I teasingly told him he'd have to be a "good boy" since my parents were away but what's a friend for but to help a friend out, blah blah blah. I showed him upstairs to the spare bedroom. I asked if he was hungry and he was but he said he felt dirty too. I gave him clean towels and showed him the bathroom. (What I didn't know is that before he showered, he made a phone call.)
While he was showering, I went downstairs and fixed a quick spaghetti, garlic bread and tossed salad dinner. Don't ask me why but I like to cook for people. Its one of my strange points. If it were just me I would'vd ordered pizza with the money my parents left.
We ate dinner and talked about what little "old times" we shared. We talked about my school and about his new job. We talked about "doing time". He dropped some hints about his feelings for me, similar to his old letters, but I changed the subject. I asked about his family and he asked about mine.
I cleared the table and suggested we watch TV or something. He asked if I had playing cards and said he'd like to show me a few things. He had learned some great card tricks while in juvi which he entertained me with until it was dark outside. Seems like darkness came early. Perhaps we were going to get a storm.
The front doorbell rang. Again, I wasn't expecting anyone and wasn't sure how I would explain Tay's visit. I opened the front door and there were two males standing on the steps. One was extremely tall (compared to me anyways) He looked a 19 maybe 20. with blond wavy hair and long like Tay's. The other was a nervous looking guy about my height, well taller. He was my age and again long blonde hair. But thicker than Tay's.
"May I help you?" I asked. Salesmen or religious group? I was having trouble deciding. They didn't look like either one. They looked behind me and saw Tay and fairly pushed their way past me, into the house. "Tay, man--hey, whassup?" "I'm hungry!" "everything cool?" They were saying these and other exclamations. Tay said, "Hey, guys, you remember Trish?" He said pointing towards me. Michelle, this big guy here is Isaac and this one is Zac. My brothers. You don't mind if they hang out with us tonight do you?" I couldn't believe I didn't recognze them. Sure it had been ages since I last seen or talked to them but they looked so different. So what else could I say?
The next thing I knew, we were all sitting around my dining room table playing poker and drinking beer. I don't drink but they teased me until I gave in and decided to have "one". I also don't know much about playing poker but they needed a fourth and I was there. No one had any money (except me but I wasn't saying anything) so I pulled out some poker chips that I had from a game. They were pretty easy on me and helped me figure out which was worth more - a flush or a full house and what each of those were. We played for awhile and things were pretty even. I asked if anyone would like another beer. These good-hostess actions were natural on my part. I didn't want them drunk and it wasn't my beer but this is what I'm "supposed" to do so I didn't really think about it.
Everyone needed beers all around. As I was getting up to get them, Zac commented that the game was kinda dull since we weren't playing for money. Tay agreed but reminded him that we didn't have any money or anything to play for. Zac suggested we play for clothes - good old-fashioned strip poker. I was in the kitchen at this point with Isaac right behind me (to help with the beer?). I laughed and said, "I don't think so." The guys in the dining room laughed and teased and tried to cajole me into saying yes even though they knew it was a futile effort.
I opened the 'fridge and bent down to pull beer off the bottom shelf. As I turned and stood with the beer in my hand, Isaac was facing me very close. Quietly he said, "C'mon Trish. I think you should play." He was standing kind of stiff and my eyes instinctively lowered and came to rest on a gun. Ripples of fear ran up and down me! "Really, Trish. I think you should do whatever we want you to do. I think you should be a good girl and tell them you want to play." He moved the cold metal barrel of the revolver against my bare thigh and slid it up my shorts.
I laughed nervously with my eyes locked on Isaac's eyes. "Okay, guys. You talked me into it. But you guys gotta swear you won't tell anyone I did this." My knees felt weak and I felt almost like a cold seat of fear. I grabbed another beer, deciding I wanted to drink another to help me relax.
Isaac looked at the beer and smiled. He pulled his gun away and hid it again. I looked at Ike (as he liked to be called) and hissed, "You can't -" but before I even got the words out he interrupted,
"Oh yes, I can. Don't worry. If you cooperate, you won't get hurt. In fact, we just want to play and have fun. Let's go play."
Between the effects of the first beer (I don't drink much and I'm sort of small so one beer does effect me) and the fear, I wasn't able to think straight. Even if I wanted to play, I should've thought about the practicalities of fairness. I was wearing only my blouse, bra, Short shorts and panties. They were each wearing two shoes, two socks, pants, undershorts, shirts and undershirts. They had 8 articles of clothing to my four! But, like I said, I didn't think about that. Needless to say, the first hand went quick and I lost. I had a pair of two's but Zac had a full house. I started to lose my nerve. I couldn't take off my clothes in front of these guys. Zac stood up and pulled me up. He turned me so I my back was to Tay and Ike. He reached for the first button of my blouse.
"I can do it," I protested. Bad enough that I had to strip but I didn't have to have this guy touch me. Ike laughed. "You haven't played strip poker very much, Trish. Zac won that round so he gets to remove the article of clothing of his choice. He won so he's gotta win something, see?" I was tipsy and scared. I knew I couldn't physically fight this guy And Ike had a gun besides. He promised I wouldn't get hurt if I cooperated. I stood stiffly while Zac unbuttoned my blouse. As he unbuttoned the buttons at breast level, his fingers lightly trailed along my cleavage but he didn't pause in his duty. His eyes opened wide when they saw my chest. I'm only a "B" cup so that surprised me and I looked down. I had worn my jade green and black lace bra. It _is_ sexy. He slid the blouse off my back and arms and let it drop to the floor. Grinning at me, he turned me around for everyone to see and held my chair out for me. I sat down, my face red as a beet.
Our dining table is high, but not high enough to hide my lingerie display. Zac stopped shuffling and Tay stopped drinking and stared at me when I first sat down. Maybe they didn't think I'd really strip. (Maybe they didn't know about Isaac's gun?) Ike quickly dealt another hand. I groaned. (So much for a poker face.) Another pair of twos! What was the problem? I exchanged three cards and was treated to another two. Good. That'll be a little better. No luck. Isaac had a glittering handful of diamonds. He got up and walked over to me excitedly. I was a little excited but very scared and not about to let on my excitement. Before he got to me, Tay spoke up. (I think he felt sorry for me.)
"Man, Trish. You need to relax. We're just playing a game here. Taking off your clothes never hurt anyone. I mean, it's okay to look. I've got something to help you relax and have fun." Tay said. With that, he pulls out a marijuana joint. I hadn't done pot bofore. Ike cracked up. "You think little Miss Goody-two Shoes does pot?" I had to defend myself. I may be pretty straight but it's not like I haven't had my moments. I'm not totally square. "I've smoked pot before." I lied. The closet I ever been to it was when I saw it done in the movies. "Although I have to admit, I haven't done it since I was a freshmen." I said.
Zac, Ike and Tay all cracked up. I, of course, didn't get it.
"Haven't smoked pot since ninth grade, huh? Yeah, me neither." Zac said. "Nope," Ike joined in. "Not since freshmen level. Man, Tay, you did find a live one here, didn't you? This is great."
While they were having laughs at my expense, I thought back to the last time I'v seen it done. That was the night Michael and I…… We watching some movie in his room. And the main character was like doing the stuff and well. You know they were doing some narative of how it made 'em hungrgy and horny. Next thing you know he was having sex with some chick and Mike and I were having sex…...
While I was day dreaming, they had lit the joint and were passing it around. Tay was handing it to me. "No, thanks." I said. They all cracked up. "Oh, yeah. She's experienced at smoking pot. You can tell she's a wild one. If you know how to smoke pot, Trish, why don't you prove it? What's it gonna hurt? 'Fraid one of those college-bound brain cells will get killed? Take a hit, baby."
I didn't even see who said it. Tay had one arm resting on the back of my chair and his other was holding the joint in front of my lips. I pressed my lips against it and blew very gently. "She smokes like Clinton," Zac said. "C'mon, Trish. Quit wasting our dope. Ya gotta inhale." "It's okay, Trish," Ta7 said. "We're just playing around. We're just having a good time and want to make sure you do too." I put the joint to my mouth and inhaled. I held my breath, holding in the intoxicating smoke for as long as I could. One hit was more than I needed but it was passed to me a few more times. By the time we were done smoking, we were all laughing but mellow. Tay was about to deal another hand but waited. We had almost forgot, Ike was supposed to remove an article of my clothes. Ike came over to me and reached behind me for the hook. He fumbled around as Zac started to tease him about his lack of experience. Finally, Ike looks at my back. "There's no fucking hook on this thing!" He says. Everyone broke up laughing again. "It's on the front you idiot! Haven't you looked at her tits?" Zac told him. Ike was so embarrassed I almost felt sorry for him. He took the hook in one hand and deftly flipped it open then walked away while I slid the straps down my arms and let the bra fall to the floor. Everyone was laughing so hard that they didn't think about my bare chest at first. Tay passed out the next hand. I was intent on my cards so I didn't notice the looks and the nudges the guys were giving to one another. My tits are small but firm and well-rounded. They stand upright and are perky without a bra. My nipples are small but darkly contrast with my untanned breast area. My nipples are very responsive but only to touch - not to erotic thoughts. I had two fives and 2 aces. I traded one card. I got an ace! I swept that hand, no problem. I gleefully went around the table removing shirts. (This was after dismissing a feeble protest by Ike that they should start by removing their shoes.) I wasn't excited about removing their shirts so much as I was excited about winning a hand in such a hotly competitive game. I started with Tay, since he was to my left. He was wearing a sweatshirt. He sat in his chair as I lifted his shirt up over his head and draped it on the back of the chair. He was grinning from ear to ear. It was then that I realized my breasts were right at eye level for him. Next was Zac, who was sitting across from me. His shirt was a button up so it took me a few minutes to remove it. He enjoyed both the attention and the close-up view. Finally, I went to Ike. The end of the table had some stuff on it so he was across from Zac and to my right. I was glad he was wearing a sweatshirt because I didn't want to spend much time that close to him. He was the gutsiest one of them all and I wasn't sure what he might try if I stood with my breasts in front of his face for very long. Once I sat down and looked around, I was glad I had taken off their shirts. I've always loved men's chests so this gave me something to look at. We played another hand. I had nothing. I mean _nothing_. I don't think there was a more mismatched combination of cards in the deck. Ike won. At least this would be quick. I was wearing a short shorts with an elastic waistband. He had me stand up then he knelt down in front of me (what a show-off) but to my surprise, he reached _under_ my shorts
. "What are you doing?" I asked, pushing him away.
"I won. I get to take off any article of clothing of yours that I want. I want to remove your panties." He said.
"You can't do that. It's not fair." I said, pushing him a little harder. Zac and Tay were starting to snicker. "Tell it to Hoyle," Ike said. He reached up and grabbed hold of my panties. Bulling out a small pocket Knife. He cut both sides of my panties. Reached behind me (putting his hand in the crack between my legs) and slide my panties out from the back of my shorts.
At least I wasn't any more exposed then before that hand...although I felt like I was. I never go without underwear so having my panties off, even with my shorts on, made me feel very naked and vulnerable.
Zac dealt another hand (when do I get to deal?) and I looked at my cards. While I was looking, I felt a hand on my leg. I jumped and looked around.
Everyone was looking at their cards and no one seemed to notice. It was Zac. I looked at him and he had a very serious poker-face on as he rubbed his hand up my thigh. My pelvis twitched at the touch. I gasped. How could my body respond to this jerk? Needless to say, I lost that round. Tay had four aces in his hand. I've never seen that happen before. No one else looked surprised or amazed.
"I want you to remove your own shorts, Trish, but do it real sexy." Tay said.
I stood up to obey. Have you ever sat with friends drinking then stood up to go to the bathroom and it feels like all the booze hits you at once? That's how it was for me. I felt high before I stood up but once I stood, I was even higher. Nothing made sense and I couldn't think straight at all.
All I knew was that there was loud music with a dance beat and I was supposed to take off my shorts. That doesn't make sense but you get the picture - nothing made sense. I turned my back on the guys and started swaying my hips slowly and seductively but then faster to the beat of the music. The song was Janet Jackson's song about being in control. (How ironic!) I didn't think we even had that CD. I slid my hands down my sides, over my hips, still swaying. I turned around, still swaying. The music sped up and so did I. My tits bounced up and back in place (not down - they are too firm). I stretched my hands above my head which made my mid section elongate and look even skinnier. I reached down and hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my shorts as if I were going to pull it down but then I turned my back to them. I swayed slowly and seductively once again and pulled the back of my shorts down just far enough to show pale untanned skin but released the shorts back to its original position. I grasped the bottom of the shorts and slowly pulled the shorts. It slid from my narrow waist to my wider hips, down over my rounded ass to my thighs, where it dropped to the floor. I stepped out of the shorts, then stopped (as the music stopped) in a spread eagle position looking up. I started laughing hard as the next song came on and looked around. The guys weren't laughing but they all had the same kind of look on their faces.
I was trying to think about what they had told me. This was just a game, right? No one was going to get hurt and looking was okay. What else did they say? I was glad the game was done because they were starting to scare me. This whole thing had been way too wild for me. I reached down for my clothes but they were gone. I looked around. I didn't see my clothes anywhere.
I said, "Excuse me" and turned to go upstairs and get dressed. Zac followed me. "I need to use the bathroom," he said.
"You don't need to go upstairs," I told him. "There's one by the living room"
"Tay's using that one. You can show me the one you've got upstairs." Zac said. By this time, we were up the stairs. I pointed him to the bathroom and ran into my bedroom. I felt a hand on my arm. It was Ike. Immediately, Zac was in the room. I heard Tay on the stairs. What was going on? I mean, I'm not stupid or anything but I wasn't thinking clearly and this was so insane. The Hansons were an old friend. We were just playing poker. I started to struggle my way out of Zac's grip but Ike picked me up and threw me on my bed. I scrambled to get off of it but Zac was quicker than I was.
"I think you'd better be a good girl, Trish. I don't want anyone to get hurt. We're just here for a good time, right? We'll all have some fun together." Ike said. Ike and Zac had a good grip on me when Tay walked into the room. He jumped onto the bed and sat straddling me.
"I've wanted this for a long time, Trish. I want you bad. I've always wanted you. I don't want to have to do this but you don't give me much choice." Tay said. As he was speaking, I was struggling to get up but his weight on me held me firm. Zac had a hold of my arms so I couldn't swing at anyone. Ike was tying my feet to the legs of the bed with some soft but sturdy rope. Tay leaned down to kiss me. I wasn't sober but I was scared enough to react. I turned my face away and pulled on my arms. Ike was finished with my legs, though and had started on my arms. He pulled the rope tight. He and Zac stepped back and inspected their work. I was naked and drugged, tied with my legs and arms spread on my own bed. They were quite pleased with themselves. They grabbed chairs from the den and brought them in and sat down. They didn't want to interfere for now. They were ready for the show to begin.
"Trish, I'm doing this to show just how much I care about you," Tay said. Tay tried to kiss me again and I turned away. He grabbed my face and held it, mashing his lips against mine. I gave in, letting his mouth do what he wanted to mine, but not reciprocating. He let his cold hands trail down my sides creating goose bumps on my stomach, sides and chest. He flicked his hand across my nipples. The responded at once, turning into hard raisin-like nubs. He laughed out loud. "You don't want me in your life. You've made that clear. You chose another guy, Mick, or whatever the hell his name is. I just want to make sure you know what you're missing out on. Before I'm done, you'll know you made the wrong choice."
This was insane! This man was raping me and claiming he cared about me? He thought I'd _want_ him for treating me like this? I pulled on my arms and legs, moving as much as my restraints would allow. It seemed no use. They were tied firm.
Rod licked my nipple and watched it try to stiffen up and respond more than it already was. He concentrated on my right nipple, licking and sucking it. I couldn't believe the way my body responded. I slid as far away as I could (about a foot) but he grabbed on to me and held me tight. He sucked hard on my nipple, pinching it with his lips and thrashing it with his tongue. I couldn't get away. I felt so helpless. It felt so good. I didn't want it to...I mean I didn't like what he was doing to me but I couldn't stop it from feeling good. I closed my eyes, trying to pretend it wasn't happening. I was breathing hard but quietly. He sucked even harder and bit gently with his teeth. I moaned softly. When he released the nipple, it was an angry red and very hard and long. I waited for him to give the same treatment to the other nipple but he didn't.
He got off the bed and turned away from me. I couldn't decide which was worse - him doing that to me or stopping with the job only half done.
My head was a little clearer, probably from fear, so I knew I had to do something. I had tried to escape and I couldn't do it. I turned my head and saw Tay walking toward me. He was completely nude and his large cock jutted out erect and demanding attention.
"Please don't do this, Taylor. Please. If you really care about me, you wouldn't want to hurt me. This is hurting me. Please stop. I won't report you guys or anything if you'll just let me go right now." I begged.
"Nah, Trish. I've gotta teach you a lesson." Tay said. "Please, Tay. You've made your point and had your fun, now let me go. I was trying to help you and this is how you repay me?"
Tay climbed on the bed and straddled my chest. His fully engorged prick was an inch in front of my mouth. His weight on me and the restraints didn't allow me to move my body at all.
I turned my head as far as I could. "No, don't do this. Please." I said. Tears began to stream down my face. Tay turned and held my head and forced his cock into my mouth. I looked at him with fear but didn't do anything.
"Zac," Tay said. "Ya wanna get this bitch to be good? She doesn't seem ta wanna suck my cock. She should know all good girls suck cock."
Zac walked over to the bed.
"This ain't no joke, Trish. You'd better start sucking his dick like it's the best sucker you've ever had or you're going to be in worse trouble than you can imagine." Zac said. He pulled out his gun and showed it to me.
Slowly I inhaled against Tay's cock. He sighed. I stopped.
"Keep going, bitch. Suck him until he comes or tells you to stop. He's your boss right now, get the picture? You just need to be a good girl and do what he wants."
I continued to give Tay a blow job. I sucked him in as hard as I could then let him slide out of my lips. I pulled him in again, deep throating him this time. I'm not very confident about my cock-sucking abilities but decided now was not the time to apologize. I sucked him more gently and teased my tongue on his shaft. I pulled him in deep again. I ran my tongue around the ring of the head then teased the little slit at the top. My hips began to move and buck a little. I tried to control them but I was having a hard time. I like giving a guy a blow job he enjoys. I started to suck on him, hard and deep, in a very slow tantalizing way using my tongue, throat, and mouth to add to the sensations. He was obviously enjoying this and Zac had sat down to watch. I drew Tay's rod in again and he made some moaning sounds and stiffened a bit than pulled his dick out.
"Whaddaya think?" Tay asked his brothers.
"She wants you," Zac replied. "Did you feel her thrusting up at you? Check her out. I betcha anything she's wetter than the ocean."