It was a battle between lust and love for my father, and lust won.
I guess dad must have always lusted for me, even in early childhood. I mean, he’d always been very touchy feely with me. Not that I’d minded of course. As far as I was concerned, his physical attentions had simply been expressions of paternal love. I mean, why else would a full grown man stroke a little girl’s thighs and chest as he read hers bedtime story?
I loved my daddy. He was funny and generous and kind and protective. Mummy was okay too but to me, daddy was especially special. I was definitely going to marry him when I grew up; or someone very like him. My hero.
When I started into puberty, mum seemed to get a bit jealous of the times dad and I spent alone together. She was always looking in on us on some pretext or other. Dad and I made a joke about it and it was this sort of thing that got us keeping secrets from mum. Nothing sordid, just undeclared treats, plus dad telling me how much prettier I was than my mother; how much more attractive. The stroking of the chest ceased when I started sprouting boobs and began to feel uncomfortable about him doing so. I was ten then. I had my first period at eleven and that’s when I asked dad not to strike my thighs any more. He still read to me at bedtime, but the stories changed. They were no longer about magical little girls and princesses but more about teenage girls getting into trouble and their gallant father’s rescuing them from men of evil intent. He must have spent hours in bookshops searching for the type of stories he wanted. I did notice that the teenage boys in his stories were always on the side of the baddies and he was always making disparaging remarks about the boy bands I liked and who’s pictures I stuck on my bedroom wall. If he ever saw me talking to a boy my own age, he’d always find some reason or other to interrupt. He’d be friendly enough, but he’d be in the way if you see what I mean.
Of course, I had plenty of opportunity to consort with boys my age at school. Boys with mobile phones you could get porn on and who delighted in introducing me to it. Sure as night follows day, we kids started acting out what we saw on the phones and by the ripe old age of fourteen, there wasn’t an orifice in my body that hadn’t been annointed by a boy’s pure white cum. I loved sex from the get go. My parents didn’t know of course, but mum was very supportive when I asked about the contraceptive pill and immediately arranged for me to have it.
That was the situation when mum’s sister got very ill and was not expected to live. Naturally, mum had to go and be with her sister and this was right in the middle of our school’s summer break. Dad had to go out work which meant our place was free to accommodate my friends and their mobiles. The guys seemed to like girl in girl action a lot so done of us girls tried it while the boys watched. Best of all about having the place to ourselves was the fact that it gave us the time and space to get completely naked. We called our gang The Colony as in nudist colony. But then it all went wrong.
One day, one of the boys prematurely ejaculated into his underpants. Naturally, full of embarrassment, he took off his soiled nether garment and serrupticiously slipped it out of sight under my bed. That’s where dad found it.
I was read the riot act and would have been grounded had there been anyone at home to ensure I remained grounded. Dad was a company rep and had to travel to see potential customers. As he saw it, under the prevailing circumstances, he had no choice; he’d have to take me with hi and that’s what he did.
That’s how I came to be in a hotel room with my father who was hitting the mini bar pretty heavily. Maybe he’d had a rough day, I don’t know. What I do know I’d that he’d discovered my stash of contraceptive pills and gone ape shit. He was calling me a whore, a slut, a filthy bitch fit only to be fucked by any man who’d have me. I think that’s when he got the idea of having me for himself. Why not? What was to stop him? I guess I could have screamed to raise the alarm but dad was dad. He was family. He was my hero, my keeper, my jailer who was determined to become my rapist. My only weapon was my pleading, sobbing voice saying ” no daddy, please stop. Think of mummy, you can’t do this to your own daughter, it’s wrong, it’s evil.”
The only thing he growled to me as he was tearing my clothes off was “I’ll show you evil, you filthy, traitorous bitch. You were my little girl, but now your anybody’s so I’m now taking my turn with you.” With that, he picked me up like a was a rag doll and flung me on the bed. The violence of the act made my head spin but when everything came back into focus, dad was was looming over me. He was massive, pink, hairy, sweaty, drunk and, oh yes, very naked. His huge erect circumcised cock was already leaking precum. It was impossible for me to believe he’d ever be able to get all of his manhood into my juvenile pussy, but he did. Despite my struggles, he got between my legs and force himself into me, filling me stretching me, tearing me. The pain was excruciating but the shame was worse for as my father started to hump me, my clitoris started to enjoy it. It started reminding me that this was a biggest cock I’d ever had and if I could take my dad’s bloated penis in my little girl’s snatch, I could take any man’s. Dad was making a woman of me and didn’t it feel good? I didn’t want it to feel good. I really tried not to enjoy that irresistible tingling fire spreading out from my cunt to consume my entire body. The last thing I wanted my rapist dad to hear was me gasping and moaning is sexual ecstacy but I couldn’t help it. I was in the grip of one long involuntary orgasm. Any moment now, I’ve climaxing and gushing and he’knoe it. Huge hands were mauling my tits like they’d never been mauled before but even the pain this caused was darkly pleasurable. My daddy was fucking me and despite my heart and mind being revolted by this, my young, feminine body was absolute loving it. It was clinging to him, lubricating him, my vaginal muscles were clutching at him, fully intent on making him cum.
And cum he did. I felt every spurt. I knew I was safe from pregnancy but that was the only freedom I felt. The last vestages of my childhood was gone. Afterwards we just lay there till dads cock softened and slipped out of me. He rolled off of me, leaving me with nothing to do but sleep.
The following morning, dad rolled back in top of me again for a little more fornication. My cunt seemed to willingly accept him. I tried the “what about mum” spiel once more, only to be told “fuck mum, your my little spunk bucket from now on.”
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