My first rape_(0)

This is the story of my first rape and how my mind was turned over to enjoying what I do. Enjoy.

After my wife left me…I’ve talked about that in my other stories….I didn’t date for about a year. Not only was I hurt, but I was confused and not confident in myself anymore. My daughter Deb told me we both needed to move on, so I began to re-enter the dating scene. I hated going to bars and cruising for women. I hated being set up with someone who was “perfect for me” by friends. Those never worked out well.

One night, I went to a parent/teacher night at Deb’s school. As I chatted with a couple parents I knew, I saw a woman I didn’t know. One of the dads there told me a bit about her. She was a divorcee and had a son in the class. Her name was Jeanne and was about 40 or so and looked pretty good for her age. She had dark hair that was short and big green eyes. She had some miles on her face, but her body was still decent….big tits and a nice ass with thighs that were nice and meaty. She was also a real bitch from what they all said….she was a real gossip and the type of mom who always had to dominate the teacher’s time at these things and never let anyone else get a word in edgewise. That’s not to say she would be tossed out of my bed for eating crackers. I hadn’t had sex in over a year and longed for a woman again.

As the meeting broke up, one of the other couples introduced me to her. She asked about Deb and said her son had a big crush on her. I laughed and said that it didn’t surprise me and that she had talked about her son Rick as well. We chatted in the parking lot while everyone else left. She suggested we have a drink sometime and exchanged numbers. She seemed nice enough, but I could tell she had a nasty side. After I got home, I took a shower and jerked off to thoughts of her and my insecurities kicked in when I was done….like she, hell, any woman, would want me, I went to bed really depressed.

Two days later, my cell phone rang with an unknown number. It was Jeanne.

“Hi Bob (name changed to prevent the cyber gang-stalking rapists from finding me), it’s Jeanne.” she started. She sounded pretty chipper and it raised my spirits that a woman could seem even the least bit interested in me. Her son Rick was going out that night and she was free….maybe we could have that drink? I quickly agreed and we set a time to meet at the pub around the corner from her house.

I must have been over-excited because I got to the pub 30 minutes early. I knocked back a couple drinks to calm my nerves. I felt like a damn teenager I was so nervous. Finally, Jeanne showed up looking as hot as she probably could. She was wearing a tight skirt that hugged her cute ass and a top that cost $300 (I know this because she told me 3 or 4 times) that showed off her tits. She started to annoy me with the money talk, but I was so desperate for female company I didn’t care.

As we talked and drank, she really got nasty in regards to some of the other parents from school. The moms were either sluts or idiots and the dads were either fags or desperate to fuck her. Trying some levity, I asked her which category I fell into. She said neither…I was probably just cock-dead. I laughed it off, but she was really starting to piss me off.