Daphne’s Past 2

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After about two years of just dirty petting, I had graduated from primary into secondary school. The liveliness of the school really inspired me to be better, as the subjects were much more interesting and detailed. It was one night after CCA that I was dead tired, and being in dance really wore my muscles out. Dad joined me in bed as usual with mum abroad, and I knew what he wanted. Somehow, I wanted a ‘treat’ so I could sleep better too.

We were lying on our backs touching each other when he introduced me to ‘lubricants’, a slimy form of liquid that adults use for sex. I was having fun using it on his cock as he was squirming around when I stroke fast, making him appear weak in my grasp. He smeared some of it on my pussy as well, and it felt really sexy to feel his fingers sliding around. I had no idea how wet I was, but the lubricant was turning me on more than usual.

After a while of playing, he did not ask for me to sit up and help him finish off. Instead, he got up on his knees and pulled his shirt off, doing the same for me and even licking my nipples. The new sensation pushed my mind into a white screen with his fingers rubbing me at the same time, numbing my brains till I couldn’t think straight.

‘Use both hands to open your pussy’, his words skipped my mind and went straight into my body, translating it directly into actions. I pried my vagina lips open as far as I could while watching his distracted look, head pointing downwards at our groins I didn’t thought much of. A kiss went onto my forehead as he mentioned, ‘Daddy is going to put his little brother inside you k? Just hold onto me if it hurts.’

‘Are we having sex?’, I asked in a blur tone and that stopped him in his tracks. ‘Daddy wants his baby girl to feel even better’. Those words never left my head as pain screamed into my head, experiencing his large tip piercing into my small opening. I could picture every inches disappearing into me as my virginity was ripped apart, held open by his shaft that stretched me out thin. His groans actually made me thought that he was in as much pain and made me felt better knowing we were in this together. Little did I know he was in pure pleasure while I was in hell.

He had three quarter of his dick inside me when he stopped pushing, and my face was in a cramp from the agony. His next move to pull out ninety percent relieved my soreness for a moment, before another kind of pleasure replaced the ache. Each forward thrust took away more pain and I began looking forward to the next, body filling up with heat and an unknown relaxant, tightening my muscles at the same time relaxing it.

Moans started coming out of my mouth naturally and he was just putting on a constipated look, while ramming his cock into me. The times he forgot about my small body and went extra deep, every thought drifted away like clouds. I had my knees raised like an overturned frog so he could go deeper, and he met my unspoken desire for most of the strokes.

We were just screaming and moaning during the whole time, not bearing any thoughts to our neighbours or the placement of our apartment in the publicly accessible corridor. In my mind, I was addicted to the free-flowing orgasms that I couldn’t get any tighter to, since he was holding me open with his hardness.

‘Daddy is going to shoot!’, he exclaimed into my ears suddenly and pulled out of my disappointed body. He closed my knees together and stuck his dick through my thighs, resuming his thrusts in a little peek-a-boo game from my view. It only took him a while before the same white load splashed all over my body, gathering into a puddle on my belly button.

He then leaned on my legs, pushing them near my chest while kissing me on my closed lips, forgetting that I never really opened myself that much to him. Panting, he let my knees down slowly and flipped me to one side.

‘Have you started your menses?’, he collapsed behind me while hugging my waist, still trying to catch his old man’s breath. ‘No. Not yet.’ I told him the truth and he sat up again, turning my body so my chest was resting on the bed. He immediately went behind me and lifted my hips up, commanding me to open wide. In a flash, his wet cock was buried back inside me and the initial pain went away with each jerks, feeling his cock force its way into my pussy relentlessly.

In that position, I was cumming much harder and my voice went hoarse halfway. I was receiving all of his cock and he literally tore me apart for my first time. We fell flat onto the bed when he went really fast on me, driving me insane and causing me to lose consciousness momentarily. His cock never stopped fucking me until a long time later, where his cum filled my belly up with such warmness I could never forget.

When he was finally done with me, my bedsheets were dirtied with his cum (from my belly) and he helped me to change them. The lifeless me was like a doll, receiving a shower from him whom never stopped feeling me up. Once I touched the fresh sheets on my bed, I fell asleep and never woke up until dinner, where he brought me out in a dress he bought without letting me wear any undies.

Since that night, we were fucking whenever and wherever we could, sometimes in the staircase and other times in my mum’s car (he used when she wasn’t around). When I turned sixteen, the whole thing stopped suddenly and the damage he did to me was disastrous. Only when I met my first boyfriend, did I realise the extent of his abuse that my (now-ex) boyfriend made use of and exploited my ‘unresisting’ nature.

I am twenty three now, and have moved out of my parents’ place, not by choice, but by desperation. Even though my step-dad and I still meet, we never spoke about what we did. Now that a lawsuit is in the works against him, it might settle the uneasiness in me once and for all.

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