I was in high school when we got a new girl in class. she was from the rich part of the city. We became best friends and I was quickly invited to their house. They had a pool and soon I would be there at least once a week enjoying the pool with her and her family. We always went to her room to change into our bikinis. Our bodies were nicely developed and when he was around, her dad would always compliment us. To her it was a bit weird, but I always enjoyed the compliments.

A few months later her dad changed jobs and was home more often during the day time. At the same time my friend got more into sports and would be gone for a match during the day or in the weekend. I can remember we were in their kitchen having a snack and a drink, when I said I missed swimming, as her and I saw each other less at that point. Her dad's said I was welcome to swim even if my friend wasn't around. I was happy to hear that, so I came over a few times, even if she wasn't around.

Once or twice a week, when I went there, swimming, just the dad was around. He would invite me into the kitchen for snack and after a few invites, I finally started taking him up on it. The first time, while we talked, his hand slid over my legs. I was a little iffy about it, but he was sweet and didn't try anything. The next time, his hands migrated from my legs to my back. That's when I realized I liked the attention. He was a sweet, gentle guy, way better than the rough, horny boys at school, and he deserved way more than his prude, frigid wife. So I let him.

It took a few more visits before he let his hands go to my ass, but when he realized I didn't freak out, he moved them to the wet spot on my bikini bottom. He looked at me and I nodded that it was okay. Things had changed between us by that point, and I wanted to be around him, feeling his hand play with my privates.

The next time, he removed the fabric, and pushed his fingers inside me. Then he set me on the kitchen table and kissed me down there. I was too inexperienced to really know what to do, but I let him make me feel good. That was all he seemed to want to do that time.

The next time I came over, we both went swimming. His hands were all over my body, and he suggested nude swimming. I agreed, and that was the first time I saw a real, live dick, not just pics on the internet or from random snaps. It was also the first time I jerked anyone off, the first time seeing cum, and the first time I french kissed. The next couple times I came over, I had my first 69 and my first blowjob. God, I loved him and hated his wife for being married to him.

Things got messed up when I came over the next time. I started changing in my friends room like I did everytime and he came into the room naked and laid me in the bed. We kissed a little and then he took my virginity. However, we didn't knoe that my friends match was cancelled, and they came home while he still fucking me. We didn't hear them until they came in the door, and then it was too late to try to explain it away. They caught us red handed because while I might have been able to dress quickly, his clothes were on the other side of the house.

That was obviously the end of our friendship, and I still miss both my friend and my first love.

I (F) was 16 (29 now) and I got kinda raped by my friends dad. I had messaged my best friend a few times that day to see what she was up to, but she never answered and me. More time passed and I started to get a little worried so I decided to just go to her house and see what the deal was. It wasnt like her to never answer so I was worried.

So I got there and knocked on her door and her dad answered. I asked him if everything is okay and he told me that she was spending a few days with her mom (they are divorced) and they were out somewhere. I guess they didnt have good cell signal, so that made sense to me.

Well, her dad asked me what I was up to (he's known me since I was in kindergarten and I've grown up around him) these days and I said "nothing new" which was a lie because I had just lost my virginity. He says to me "Well, I was thinking about working out" (he had a home gym in the basement) and asked if I wouldnt mind being a spotter. My first thought was like.."hmmmm." I never (even now) say no to watching a man working out, but he lifted weights heavier than me so I knew I was going to be a terrible spotter. Sooooo I kinda had an idea things might be happening and maybe I shouldnt.... which is why I say I kinda got raped. My teenage slut brain took over because he was a pure dilf and so I say "yeah sure i can spot you."

I go into his basement, and I realized hed just gotten new equipment so I say "oh wow this gym is fucking amazing!" And then I apologized for saying the word "fuck" because like I said hes known me since it was little and we have a fatherly thing going...but he says "oh you can say it as much as you want. I dont give a fuck". That's when I really knew something was up because literally a week before, he heard us say it in her room and he chewed us out. But then he says to me "I just need to go change. I'll be right back," and my mind starts thinking about whether hes gonna come back wearing nothing or whats about to happen. But I didnt leave because my slut brain was working, but then he came in wearing shorts and one of those workout tank tops guys wear when they wanna show off their arms. He starts showing me around the gym and we get to his squat stand and hes like "this squat stand is my absolute favorite. It lets you work out so much of your body with the one movement. You wanna try it?" and I agreed but I'm not super strong. I used to run a lot and I didnt do weights, so we decide to just have me squat with a bar.

I get in position and I go down for the first squat and as I come back up, he was shaking his head. I asked him "whats wrong" and he says "your form is really bad, you need to close your legs a little bit and bring them shoulder width." I moved my legs out a bit and ask if thats about right and he says yes. so I go down for another squat and again he was shaking his head again. "oh no what did i mess up this time?" He tells me "Your form is bad and if you were lifting anything heavier you could throw out your back, here let me show you." He stands behind me and puts his hand on my hips and starts to guide me down into another squat..hands on my hips the whole time and, as I could see in the mirror, eyes glued to my ass. "Much better" he said and then "go for one more" while his hands were still on my hips. I go down for one more squat and this time, as I went down...his hands didnt go down with me...they slide up my side and down my back... He had me repeat that a few times, his hands sliding up and down my back. After a few times his hand goes under my shirt as I go down and he grabs my boobs.

I didn't know what to do so I stood there. He tells me "go again" and I do, but when I came up this time, he hand snagged my shorts and pulls them down. Fatherly figure out the window. But then he says "again" this time more growling and commanding and so I squat one more.

As I came up he pulled my shorts down around my ankles... he tells me "again" but takes his hands off me. When I went down he pulled down his shorts and reveals his hard cock as he rubs it agains my panties. But I wasnt able to go all the way back up and he pushed me down. With the weights I fell kinda pinned but the bar fell to the side a moment later.

He grabbed my head and forces me to start suckint his cock and I felt dirty because its the cock of someone Ive known almost as long as I can remember, but the salty precum quickly made me forget about that. He says with a little smile "You suck better than you squat." I looked up kinda scared but all I could say was "mmm" with his cock in my mouth.

After a few minutes of him forcing me suck him, I started going a little faster, thinking if he comes, I can leave. He takes his shirt off and then he pulls back a little bit until hes out of my mouth. The he grabs my shirt and pulls it over my head and throws it on the floor. He stared at all 97 lbs of me and all of a sudden he just picks me up and slams me on my back against the bench.

I didn't know what to do but he did and he grabbed my thighs to part them. My shorts got in the way, so he tore them off me and threw them somewhere in the room. The he grabbed his cock and slides the head up and down my pussy before he slowly guided it in. I let out a kinda terrified cry because this was only my second time...I think it might have given him some extra motivation because he pushed the rest of his cock in hard. feeling him thrusting inside me felt amaaaaazing and I stopped fighting him. I think he asked me if I liked being a little whore and I think I said yes because he started thrusting hard into me rocking the weight bar with probably three times my weight that he had sitting above my head.

In between thrusts he started to pick up his pace slamming into me harder and harder. it was starting to feel so fucking amazing and I felt like a huge slut. He was like basically my dad too but I was conflicted because it felt good. Better than my first time.

well...when I get close I start to close my legs a bit...I guess its my instinct. This time was no different and he started hitting it hard thinking I was fighting him. I tightened my legs around him because I was could feel something I had never felt really up to that point...an actual orgasm. He growled at me to stop being a fucking bitch and pinned me to the bench with his huge hands while he destroyed me. The harder I came the more he pounded me into the bench cushion and that sent him over the top. All I remember was "fuck....aaaaaaarrrghhhh" and then he stopped. I remember feel the throbbing inside me and I knew what that meant.

I guess he never intended to cum inside me because you know that could be evidence but because he thought I was fighting him he kept pushing. He threw me onto the floor and then stood there over me looking me up and down before he finally said "You need to go take a shower and wash out whatever you can. After that we need to take you to " I did what he said and then took the plan b pill after because he was worried he knocked me up and then he dropped me at my house.

I didnt really know what to tell my friend or my family. He had obviously raped me but I could have left and I enjoyed it. He said that to me when he dropped me off too that it wasnt rape if I kinda wanted it. I am still conflicted about it but I know he had no intent to make it about me so it was obviously all about him and therefore rape but I've been with guys consentually now that have made it all about them so there's no difference.

Fwiw Im not mad at him at all. It was scary at the time but Im over it now and the fact that he kinda thought he knocked me up is really hot to me now.