Couldn't take it anymore

Oh Lord! How I wanted to fuck! To the point of pain, to madness, to insanity! My whole body ached and craved insane fucking. The problem was that no one wanted to fuck me...

myself. Immersed in carnal pleasures, I didn't immediately notice a guy walking down the alley. He was already quite close when I jumped up from the bench in horror, frantically fastening my pants. The guy was approaching, and the worst part was that I knew him... It was my former classmate Romka.

I must say, I don't have the best memories of school. The disdain from my female classmates, complete indifference from the male half of the class. Sitting in lessons for hours, getting overly excited looking at our guys, imagining myself with them; intense, prolonged masturbation at night to those same guys, when everyone at home was already asleep. Despite my wild sexuality, I was very shy and also unattractive and somewhat chubby (at least that's what most of the guys in our class thought).

Meeting Romka now wasn't part of my plans, and what scared me even more was that he might have seen me without pants, moaning on the bench. He was approaching. When he came up, I was relieved to notice he was lost in thought; he only saw me when he was very close.

Hi — hi, a couple of meaningless phrases, questions about classmates. Since we lived in the same direction, we walked towards our neighborhood, reminiscing about the past.

I really wanted to fuck, I was all wet and aroused to the limit. But people had started to appear around, and there was no point in trying to get rid of Romka. I looked at him and it was like an electric shock; the presence of a male body half a meter away was driving me crazy. I was fully aware that I had no chance of seducing him, that I would be ashamed for a long time for any awkward attempt I might make, but the hormones hit my head. I unbuttoned my blouse and tried to hug him. Romka's uncomprehending, repelling gaze. A terrible blush on my face and almost tears in my eyes. "— Sorry, I'm not myself today..." It was very bitter and hurtful, and somehow shameful, the worst part being that the lustful desires didn't weaken one bit because of it. The conversation stopped, and we walked on in silence.

Sex... a dream that came true only once in my life, with a group of drunk bikers, where I ended up in desperation to find a boyfriend. They fucked me in an alleyway non-stop for a couple of hours until I lost consciousness from orgasms. I woke up alone, in a puddle of semen with torn clothes, and had to trudge home. Those memories remained the brightest of my entire life, but I couldn't overcome myself and dare to do something like that again.

Sex... in two years at the institute, not a single guy looked at me, no one responded to my clumsy flirting. All I had left was my wild imagination and my own hands. My terrible shyness didn't even allow me to go into a sex shop and buy myself a dildo, although I had been dreaming about it for several years.

Sex... Romka's shoulders two steps ahead, as the path didn't allow us to walk side by side... But maybe after all... He never had good grades in PE... and he probably doesn't weigh much at all... after all, he's a year younger than me. I looked around: there was no one around. The decision came suddenly, like a tornado. Now or never! Where the path descended into a ravine and narrowed again, I let him get half a step ahead again. The decision was already made, but something was still holding me back... the last seconds were dragging on. There it is! Now! And most importantly, don't stop halfway no matter what.

I sharply grabbed him from behind by the neck and pulled him to the ground. Romka plopped onto his butt; not wasting any time, I got on top and laid him out on the ground. In his wide-open eyes, there was incomprehension and fear. He made a timid attempt to break free, but it wasn't easy. As for me, feeling his young body beneath me, I simply went crazy. I started frantically rubbing my crotch against him and tearing off Romka's clothes. I yanked his unyielding shirt so hard that the buttons flew off, and I sharply pulled off his T-shirt.

Finally, it dawned on him what I wanted from him, and he started struggling with all his might. But it clearly wasn't enough; I had a significant weight advantage on my side. My hated seventy-six kilograms were now playing in my favor, firmly pinning the violated Romka to the ground. It was at that moment that I mentally uttered the word "violated" for the first time.

He desperately kicked and squirmed, trying to free himself, but it only aroused me more. He turned out to be even weaker than I had assumed; I felt almost complete power over him. Pulling down his shorts and underwear, I started forcefully squeezing his cock, not stopping rubbing my whole body against the completely stunned Romka.

Feeling me groping his most private part, he made a desperate attempt to free himself, jerking with all his might. HA-HA! My ass plopped down on him with renewed force, Romka let out a pitiful moan and began to beg for mercy, but I didn't even hear him. Everything mixed inside me: wild lust and terrible passion, a never-before-felt sense of power and possession, and a malicious enjoyment of revenge for years of indifference towards me.

Feeling his cock tensing up, I let out a triumphant cry and impaled myself on his organ from above. Romka wheezed: "Kat... no... please...", but I didn't care; I had never experienced such a high before. I was fucking (yes, yes, fucking, it couldn't be called just screwing anymore) him with all my might, pressing him into the hard ground with all my weight. He would probably remember this ride for the rest of his life. His pitiful moans and kicking caused streams of hormones and adrenaline in my blood. Even in my wildest fantasies, I rarely dreamed of such a thing; usually, they were about ordinary sex. After about 10 minutes, I started to cum. The orgasm came like a tsunami, but I couldn't stop and kept pounding the unfortunate guy again and again. Orgasms poured out like from a horn of plenty, my whole body was shaking, I was jumping on him like a madwoman, as if he weren't a boy but a trampoline. Finally, the strongest orgasm knocked me down; squeezing his thighs with all my might, I made a sound like a panther's growl and collapsed on him, exhausted. It seems he also came inside me, but I didn't care anymore...

After about 5 minutes, I came to my senses. Beneath me lay a pitiful, bewildered Romka, no longer trying to break free. I felt sorry for him, I wanted to pick him up, comfort him. But one movement and a sweet spasm ran through my entire back and dissolved in my wide butt.

No! I won't let him go; the fire of lust began to flare up in me again. I started rubbing against him again, tightly hugging the poor guy.

 — Kat, please... no... — Romka understood that it wasn't over yet — well, plea... — I covered his mouth with a kiss. I savored this new sensation and got more and more aroused. Romka weakly tried to free himself; he had no strength left. Slipping my hand between his legs, I started squeezing Romka's cock.

My poor lover started getting aroused again. Unable to bear it any longer, I impaled myself on Romka's penis. No longer holding back, I started desperately fucking my classmate, sharply raising and dropping my heavy (as was evident from Romka's reaction) ass. It was hard for him, he was gasping for air, occasionally moaning when I particularly sharply pressed him into the ground. I reveled in my power over him; I could do anything I wanted with him. I had him for a long time and with relish, savoring every sharp movement. I don't know how much time passed; out of the corner of my eye, I noticed how rare passersby disdainfully detoured around us in a wide arc. Romka began to moan more loudly, either because an orgasm was approaching or because it became really hard for him. The moans affected me like two packs of stimulant.

Coming to my senses, I got up with difficulty; my legs were giving way. It was generally pitiful to look at Romka. Torn apart, he tried to get up with a groan; I helped him. The torn shirt remained at the scene of the rape (after all, what else could you call it?), and the T-shirt and underwear were lying further away in the bushes.

He looked at me bewildered and frightened; apparently, it hadn't yet sunk into his consciousness that he had been brutally taken by his classmate. "Katka, you..." — he began. — Let's go to my place, get you cleaned up, — I interrupted him and, grabbing his hand, dragged him to my home.

Naturally, I wasn't planning on letting him go quickly...

My head was spinning with thoughts of what I would do with Romka, my womb was throbbing with frantic force; apparently, I hadn't exhausted my sexual energy yet. On the way, I thought through a plan to completely subjugate him.

Shoving him into the apartment and slamming the door, I couldn't think of anything better than to just push him onto the floor and sit on top again...

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