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I was raped when I was 12. I was just discovering my s******** at the time (Thought I was gay am now a trans woman) and there was a boy who was 2 grades higher than me. I decided to try and pursue a relationship with him at the time because I was denying the fact that I was queer for so long I wanted to embrace it. I would frequently ride my bike to his house and we would normally just play video games and I would go home. Eventually he tried to teach me how to kiss because he wanted me to be a “useful boyfriend”. At the time I thought nothing of it. The next major event occurred about a week after school let out for summer break. He was expelled, a school officer found weed in his locker. I went over to his house and we played video games and made out when he wanted to. He would hit me when I did something he didn’t want me to and for a long time I never got mad at him but at myself when it happened. One day he wanted to do “actual boyfriend stuff” of course meaning s***** i**********. I was still 12 at the time and had only recently discovered p**********, I was very scared and told him I didn’t want to. He punched me. He told me that stupid and that we had been “dating” long enough. He then advanced towards me, I naturally stepped away from him as he did, scared I was going to be hit. eventually I tripped over his mattress and fell onto it. He continued to advance and tried to take off my clothes as I pushed him away and told him I didn’t want to and that I was scared. Of course I punched me again so I stopped talking. He then continued. He would hit me in the same place every time so I had a bruise there that never really went away when I would see him regularly, I was always scared of him hitting me not because the hitting alone would hurt but because he would hit the bruise and cause me a lot of pain that would usually last for a few days, or at least stay sore. I let him do whatever he wanted to me, to avoid being hit. This was my first s***** experience and one that has left me with a bad impression of relationships in general. After that night I went home and never contacted him again. He showed up to my house while my mom was at work on several occasions but I always kept the door locked so he would just yell, give up, then leave. Haven’t heard of him or from him in years. I hope he’s dead.

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I went to a family BBQ this weekend at my Aunts farm. I was fascinated with all the animals. They had a pool and most of us just walked around in bikini tops and shorts. Mine were kind of short, but I liked the look and feel.

I was walking around the barn area to see the horses. My Uncle was feeding them and asked me to help and clean out a stall. I was happy to help, the horses were out of that particular stall. My Uncle entered and closed the door. I was cleaning up and bent over to scoop the stuff into a dust pan and into the can.

I felt my Uncles hands on my b***. He was telling me what a pretty girl I was, and how nice my b*** looked in these shorts. I said thank you and he pulled me closer, I was still bent over, and I could feel his hardness. He told me, he wanted to see me without my shorts on, and he quickly pulled them down before I could stop him. I was not wearing any underwear, and was fully exposed bare b***.

He moved me against the wall, my hands on the wall still bent over with him behind me. He already had undid his jeans and they were down around his ankles. I knew what was coming next. He pushed hard against me. My body betrayed me and I was already wet… he easily slid inside of me. I let out a cry, and he started pumping away. He was so much bigger than any of the boys I had dated.

I was so wet and he was so big, I did not complain, and let him do what he wanted. He was thrusting so hard and deep, I could feel his B@lls slapping against me with every thrust. I had multiple org@sms, my legs were shaking and my body was flush… then I felt him org@sm inside of me, it seemed to not stop and I could feel each spurt inside of me shooting against my insides. It was running out of me and down my legs as he continued his thrusting until he was finished.

He pulled out of me and left me there, legs spread and leaning against the wall soaked in wetness. I cleaned up and went back to the party. Still flush from the F#cking in the stall, people commented that I must have got some sun as the color looked good on me.

I saw my Uncle later, he never said a word, he just smiled and winked at me…