Only To Get By
by Cactus

The characters and events in this story are fictional and are not condoned by the author in any way. These stories are posted for fantasy and shout not be acted out. If you are under 18 years of age (or 21 in some areas) please discontinue reading. Fictional writing about children involved in sex is considered freedom and speech and is not child pornography according to U.S. law

Chapter 1: Escape

Jennifer stared out her bedroom window at the busy street below. In her parents' bedroom next door, her mother and father were fighting again. This had been going on for the past year and Jennifer could barely stand it any longer. She liked to consider herself a normal girl. At 11 years old she was fairly popular in her 5th grade class. She had silky, long black hair that she often wore up in a ponytail. Her eyes were a deep brown (adults often commented on how beautiful her eyes were), and she got fairly good marks in school. She was even beginning to develop breasts, and some of her friends at school commented on how nicely they were coming in, and how they wished their own breasts were that big. Still, despite the envy, she was still below an A cup.

But regardless of how normal she seemed to herself, she felt like she was the only girl in the world who had such awful parents. Ever since her father was demoted at work a year ago, he had begun drinking and acting different. He would hit her mother occasionally and at night when she was trying to sleep she would hear them in the room beside hers. Her father would demand sex, and she would try to tell him no. But he would press, and soon young Jennifer could hear the resentful sobs of her mother as her father grunted in pleasure and had his way with her.

And now Jennifer was wiping tears from her beautiful brown eyes as her parents fought once more, starting out at the city below from their third story apartment and wishing her life was different, wishing she could start all over again with a better family and a better life. Her mind wandered to all the movies she had seen where children like her ran away from home and saw all sorts of adventure, or even found better lives for themselves far away. Wouldn’t it be great, she thought, if she could do the same? But it was a risky fantasy, she finally convinced herself. No, she couldn’t run away, she would have to think of something else. Slowly she wiped her eyes free of any new tears and walked out of her room, past her arguing parents and into the living room. Climbing onto the worn out couch and snuggling into her favorite position, she took the remote and turned on the television.

After about fifteen or twenty minutes, the arguing upstairs stopped and Jennifer heard thumping down the hall. Her mother stormed past in tears and ran out the door to the stairwell leading to the street. She slammed the door behind her. Jennifer tried to hold back the tears. Her mother had stormed out on occasion before, and never for too long, but each time Jennifer feared her mother would run away and leave her behind with her father. She tried to convince herself to stop imagining things as her father – bare-chested and smoking a cigarette, casually walked in to the living room and sat on the couch beside Jennifer. He reeked of alcohol and smoke, and ever since he started acting this way, Jennifer could stand being around him less and less as time passed. Now was no different, and she cringed and tried to ignore him.

“Looks like it’s just gonna be you and be, baby girl” said her father in a deep voice. It seemed to Jennifer that his voice changed over time since then. It didn’t seem as friendly and endearing as it used to.

“You know that’s not true Daddy,” replied Jennifer, trying to keep tears back in the presence of her obviously drunk father, “mommy always comes back.”

Her father shook his head and took another drag of his cigarette. “I don’t know, Jen. Your mother says she’s found another man. Says she’s gonna live with him now.”

“Don’t say that Daddy!” Jennifer tried not to believe her fathers words. He had lied before. But she knew her mother was desperate to get away. And she had been around the house less and less lately. Could it be that she really found another man? Could she really have left her alone with her father?

“It’s true baby girl. You and Daddy are living alone now.”

Jennifer couldn’t stand the thought of living all alone with her father. It had been her mother who, on several occasions, was the only thing the kept her father from hitting the young girl when his anger got too overbearing. But as she thought this, she also remembered the times when her father was a nicer man, before he started drinking and making less money. She wished he was still the same man, wished she didn’t have to think these things about him, but she was almost sure he was a completely changed man. Still, deep in her heart she hoped a part of the old daddy she new still remained.

“Daddy,” she asked quietly, “She is gonna come back right? She was only upset.”

Her father just puffed on his cigarette and shook his head “No, baby girl. You and daddy are gonna be a regular pair of roommates from now on.”

Jennifer’s heart dropped. Even in times before this, her Daddy said she would be back. Could it really be true this time? Before Jennifer could think of anything else, she felt her father’s hand slowly move to her thigh. She looked up to notice his lustful eyes roaming her body. Wearing just a light tank top and a pair of thin shorts, she hadn’t felt underdressed until this point, and neither until this point had her father ever given her such looks.

“You’ll be the woman of the house.” He said, smiling as his eyes evidently dropped to her budding chest. “You’ll have to be a big girl, now.”

Jennifer swallowed and looked at her father in an entirely new light. Despite his recent downfall, she never expected him to come on to her, his own daughter. She had hardly any experience with men to begin with, and this new lewdness from her father made her feel terribly uncomfortable. She just nodded, her stomach pitted and her skin cold, afraid of what her father might do if her mother was never around to see it. She just quietly continued to watch cartoons, her mind wandering in all directions as her father gently rubbed her thigh.

* * * * * * *

That night Jennifer lay in bed, her window open to let in the cool breeze of summer nights. Under the thin sheet that covered her, her nightgown was pulled up around her waist and her small fingers gently rubbed and prodded her clitoris. It was something she had learned from her girlfriends at school, something they called “masturbation”. All she knew was that it felt great, and made her vagina pulse with electric tingling. In her mind she imagined Donny Medlers, a cute boy in her grade. She imagined her and Donny kissing, holding each other and rubbing their privates. She imagined similar situations, sometimes with other boys, almost every night – and almost every night she would pull her nightgown up and rub her clitoris until a glorious feeling washed over her and her fingers got very wet with fluid, and she’d go to sleep.

This night was different though. It was 1am and her mother still hadn’t come home, and for all she knew her father was still in the kitchen drinking. All of this kept her mind wandering. It was for this reason that she chose to masturbate tonight specifically, to get her mind off of all this. But beside all that, she kept thinking about her mother, and her father who had kept ogling her the rest of that night. With a sigh she slid her wet fingers up to her nightgown to dry them off. Before she could pull her nightie back down to cover her vagina again, she saw her bedroom door open and the light from the hallway flooded in. Her father stood in the door, his frame a silhouette in the yellowish white light from behind. Afraid that her father would confront her again, she quickly closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep. Bill (her father) walked slowly up to the bed – she could hear his footsteps on the hardwood floor – and silently looked down at her. Jennifer’s eyelids trembled as she tried to remain convincingly asleep, but she struggled to open them just enough to see what her father might be doing. Her eyelashes clouded her view but she could see the darkened form of her father, standing beside her bed with his eyes down to her. Jessica’s skin grew cold, and she became afraid. What did he want? Why was he watching her? The girl’s heart skipped a beat when she saw her father reach into his pajama pants and pull out his penis.

It was like nothing the little girl had seen before. When she was younger, she would often get glimpses of the “things” of little boys in the neighborhood, but they were all small. Her father’s, however, was large – almost 8 inches in length, and covered with coarse, brown hairs at the base.

Bill watched his daughter sleep. Thoughts raced through his head of his wife, his job, his daughter, and everything that could possibly go wrong. In the lingering effects of the alcohol hung like a mist in his mind, and as he held his stiffening manhood in his hand, he desired the comforting presence of a woman. He wanted a warm hole to push his desire into. And if his wife had left him alone…. then the only other warm hole in the house would have to do.

Slowly the covers lifted from Jennifer’s body, and the young girl’s mind raced and her heart froze. Her nightie was still pulled up around her waist, and her vagina was still wet with the glistening dew of masturbation. Her father seemed to know this, she thought, because his hand froze with the covers, and a quiet noise escaped his lips…one of pleasant surprise.

Bill knew his daughter was a heavy sleeper, and it was all the better for him. If what he’d found was any indication, his daughter had started masturbating. The thought gave him an erection quickly, and his hand rubbed the shaft slowly as his other hand moved to rub the wetness between Jennifer’s legs. His fingers found her clitoris, and she jumped slightly. Bill was drunk though, and the action didn’t mean much to him. Besides, here he had a warm pussy to feel, and a full load to shoot. His hand pumped the rigid shaft faster as a finger slid into the slimy hole between his daughter’s legs.

Jennifer’s lip trembled and she wanted to cry, wanted to rush away but she knew that if her father found her out, he hit her. Maybe even rape her. She wanted this to end, and she tried her best to keep quiet and still. Meanwhile, her father was lightly grunting, probing her sex and fisting his cock. For ten minutes Jennifer cried in her mind while her father probed, felt, and violated her. Suddenly she heard his moans grow in volume, his finger digging inside her. It hurt, and his middle finger was pressing and scraping at her hymen. Soon she felt a sensation on her thighs. Thick ropes of cum shot out onto her thighs and stomach, her father grunting with pleasure as the warm, salty fluid made marks upon her young body. She cringed and weakly shuddered, disgusted that her father had soiled her. The man still stood over her, watching her, seeming somewhat pleased with the job he had done. Jennifer’s heart raced, a flood of emotions running through her. Her skin was cold, her head was hot, and the thick spots of cum on her naked thighs and stomach her weakly warm and making her feel dirty. Not much more time passed before Bill decided he was done and left the room without another thought.

Jennifer lay still and quiet for a long time, sobbing softly to herself as the cum from her father’s orgasm dried on her bare skin. Her eyes were damp with tears, and her chest and stomach shook lightly with her crying. After many long minutes, she slowly got up and crept through the hallway to the bathroom. As she passed her father’s room, she could hear him snoring lightly. The sound repulsed her, no longer able to think of her father as a good person. She quietly padded into the bathroom and soaked a washcloth, rubbing vigorously at the dried semen that caked to her bare thighs and vagina. After the cum was all gone she sniffed, wiped her arm across her running nose, and stepped quickly back to her room.

She couldn’t sleep. The scene from earlier that night replayed in her mind again and again. The way her father grunted with pleasure. The way he left without as much as a word or action. Could he feel so low about her? To use her as a cum toy and leave. Jennifer was young and didn’t understand the ways of sex like some of the older children at school, but her father’s actions tonight were enough to make her realize he would never be the same again. Her mother had still not returned. The fighting over time between her parents had gotten worse. Life at home just didn’t seem worth it to her anymore.

Maybe her mother was brave. Maybe it was good that she got away and didn’t have to deal with daddy anymore. But to leave Jennifer behind with her drunken, sex-starved father? Why? Jennifer couldn’t stand to think of growing up with that man. She had to be brave too. She had to run away. But where? And when?

* * * * * * *

The next night Jennifer sat in her room while her father watched TV and drank downstairs. She had been alone all night, sitting on her bed and running thoughts through her young mind. A decision couldn’t be harder to make. She couldn’t stay with her father any longer, but where would she go? She couldn’t think of anywhere. She couldn’t try to stay at a friend’s house. She didn’t want to tell anyone about what her father had done. It seemed Jennifer had nowhere to go. Her heart felt heavy and afraid, but as the night went through and her father was again lying down to sleep, she made up her mind. Busily she threw clothing and personal items into a bag, intent on leaving the house before her father realized she was leaving. At 11, she still wasn’t old enough to know the layout of the town she lived in. Besides going to school nearby, the only time she had been around much was in trips in the car. Her only traveling experience included playing in the woods behind her house, or venturing past them to the lake a few miles back. She was hoping something would come along, something that would be safe. Her body was tense with lingering fear of what would happen to her.

A few more hours passed as she sat in the darkness, a bag packed with the things she thought she might need, and her hands cold and clammy with nervousness. When she thought her father was in a deep enough sleep, she quietly shouldered her backpack and crept through the halls. Each creek of the floor made her heart feel heavy, and she would wait a few moments to make sure she hadn’t woken him up. She had made her way down the stairs and into the first floor hallway, and began quickening her steps towards the door. She had to open and close it quietly. Even though her dad was a heavy sleeper after drinking, she couldn’t take any chances. As she made her way towards the door, a hand grabbed her from behind. She shrieked and instinctively tensed, crying out as her father pulled her back.

“And where do you think you’re going, little girl?” he said, his voice heavy with the smell of booze. He hadn’t been asleep at all, but must have come downstairs earlier in the night to drink. He must have seen her as she passed the kitchen, too intent on escaping to see his figure in the dim light. Bottle in hand, he practically dragged her into the living room. After lightly tossing her small body towards the couch, he flicked on the light and squinted lightly. His whole body smelled like the stuff, and his eyes were heavy and frightening. Jennifer sobbed, curled up on the couch, afraid to even look at him.

“So what was little Jennifer doing,” he slurred, reaching forward and pulling her backpack from her shoulder, “Running away? Trying to find Mommy?”

Jennifer sobbed louder, her face buried in the cloth cushion. Bill breathed heavily and reached for the young girl, using his strong hands to push her to her back as he undid his pants.

“I’ll teach you to run away from daddy. Now your gonna taste daddy’s big cock.”

Jennifer held her eyes shut tight as she felt the engorged head of her father’s manhood pressing against her tiny lips. Tears streamed her face, her chest heaving with sobs and her lungs burning as she breathed hard through her nose. She didn’t want that thing in her mouth. She wanted to run far, far away. But her father’s overpowering push finally broke her and soon she felt her lips spreading apart over the large, hot head. She cried and tried to pull away, but his other hand held her head firmly, fingers twisted in her silky, black tresses. His urging was unable to resist. Slowly the thick shaft penetrated her young lips, her mouth aching as it stretched as wide as it could, the swollen head of her father’s penis poking hard at her throat. She cried harder, wailing as tears filled her eyes, her body limp and surrendered to his evil demands.

Bill moaned deeply as his young daughter’s mouth served as the warm hole he’d been waiting for since his wife had left. Her sobbing served as a further stimulant, too, her throat twitching with her cries, her lips rubbing lightly as she choked back tears. He knew it wouldn’t be long until he blew his thick load. His hips thrust back and forth, fucking that tiny mouth and stretching those tiny lips to their limit. Jennifer’s moans of sadness and pain vibrated against his vein-lined shaft, her twitching tongue soaked the underside of his member. Over and over his head pounded against her throat, and soon his balls were tensing and emptying their load, his moans loud enough to echo through the dark house.

Jennifer’s body tensed and her head jerked against his pressing hand as she felt the warm and salty semen begin to flood her mouth. She had never experienced anything like this. Her entire world seemed dark and awful as sticky cum spilled along her teeth and pressed through the miniscule space between her lips and his shaft, coating the thick rod with a sticky sheen. She gagged, instinctively swallowing some but trying hard not to. As breathing became harder and harder, she continue to swallow small doses until her stomach felt sick, and her throat was coated with salty cum. Soon, however, her father relented his spurting. His hand unceremoniously pulled from her hair, his penis was yanked from her mouth, and he drunkenly headed back to the kitchen to clean up and finish his dwindling bottle.

Little Jennifer sobbed and coughed, too horrified to think of the semen that covered her chin, lips, and that had dribbled down onto her t-shirt. She weakly grabbed her backpack and made her way for the door. Her father was only half-awake when she passed the kitchen, his orgasm knocking whatever life he had in him out the door. He went to protest but just couldn’t keep his mind straight. Jennifer wouldn’t care anyway. The nimble young girl threw open the door and ran out into the night. It was past midnight now and her neighborhood was quiet. Her sneaker-clad feet pounded on the pavement as she ran down the dark street, her father’s cum drying on her chin and chest, mingling with the tears that poured from her soft eyes. Jennifer was free now, a free young girl in a big world…

A hand wiped at her mouth to clean off the filth her father had left. Her eyes dried as the wind pressed to her face. Young Jennifer was determined to be happy again…and, if it was possible, to find her mother.