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Subject: {ASSM} Glory's playtime part 3 (Mg, pedo, inc, nc, rough, oral, anal )
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Date: Wed, 29 Dec 2004 01:10:03 -0500
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I lay back in the stable hayloft, alone. My father
told me that I had to wait at least a half an hour
before I went back into the house. When I did, I was
to take a bath, wash out my cum-soaked panties and
hang them up to dry somewhere secret until he could
come back and visit me in my room later that night.

Part of me feared that he would want to do to me
again, what he did to me earlier. It happened so fast
that I hadn't had much of a chance to reflect on what
was happening to me. My father had taken my virginity,
but that hadn't occurred to me that there was any such
thing as "virginity". In fact, I had no idea whether
or not every instance of sexual intercourse would hurt
me as much as this time had hurt me. It had felt good,
there, towards the end. My instincts had taken over
while my father was shooting his seed into my belly
and I had experienced a small but deep-seated orgasm
in my stuffed belly. Ironic as it was, I was still
aroused.

The soft hay cradled my sore body. I ached and burned
all over. I was bruised from the weight of my father
on me, my hips and back ached from my legs being
pulled back to my sides. Of course, my poor pussy was
bruised and tender inside, so much so that even
shifting in the hay made me wince. No more blood as
far as I could see, as I occasionally checked by
swiping my fingers into my soaked slit. My face was
slightly sore, like windburn on one cheek, where the
rubbing from my father's sport coat during his thrusts
had rubbed the skin while my face was pressed into his
chest.

I felt so alone, at that moment. The sun was going
down in the late afternoon, sending fingers of light
low through the dusty air of the loft where they
sparked, silently. The horses were outside, so the
only sound in the stables were the occasional whisper
of the wind and my own shallow breathing. 

I slipped my hand down past my waistband into my
soaked panties, dug deeply into my slit, and loaded my
fingers with juice. I carefully lifted my fingers out
of my panties and let a sunbeam play off the
glistening cum all over my closed fingers.  As I
spread my fingers wider, the liquid cum webbed between
my fingers and dripped down towards my palm. I sniffed
at the rich scent and then licked at it a little,
tasting my father's semen on my fingers. 

My slit ached with arousal, and as I slipped my
fingers down past my waistband again, I found my
swollen little clit as it poked between my smooth,
cum-slicked labia. Rubbing in slow circles, I felt
that now-familiar feeling of my legs straining apart
with the pleasure of the sensation. I closed my eyes
and focused on the sensation and the memory of my
father's thrusting penis pulsing inside of me. Despite
the soreness through my hips and belly, I wanted to be
fucked again. In fact, the pain was diminishing with
my arousal.

For the very first time in my life, I knew what it was
like to be fucked, and with my impending orgasm,  I
wanted to be fucked again. 

I closed my eyes, and the hayloft was full of my
labored breathing as my fingers flew desperately over
my aching clit. A creak from below silenced me and I
sat up with fright. 

I saw a dark form lift up the ladder opposite me, and
then I heard a familiar voice. "Well, sugar, looks
like it's just me and you now."

I took a deep breath and smiled. "Bill!" I said
gladly, but I was sore enough that I just sat there as
he strode over to me, smiling and looking down at me. 

"What were you up to, up here?" he said, and had a
seat next to me. He said, "I saw your father come in
here earlier, and just leave a few minutes ago." His
hand reached down to cup my pubic area. "Don't tell me
you were both up here, all this time." The heat from
my crotch, or maybe the wetness, gave me away. "Looks
as if you both were busy." He grabbed my waistband and
gave it a pull down my skinny thighs. He slid his
fingers into my wet slit and sniffed them, his
eyebrows going up. "Damn, you little slut. Like you're
so innocent now, and you were playing with me all that
time!"  He untied his boots, kicked them off, and
stood  up. He unzipped his pants, and jerked his
shorts down past his hairy thighs. A wave of fear
washed through me as I saw his dark cock spring free
from a nest of dark pubic hair, erect and thick above
his muscled thighs. Bill kicked off his pants and
shorts, and stood there just in his shirt and socks.

I grabbed my pants to try to pull them back up.
"Please, Bill," I whined. "I'm so sore down there. I
don't think I could..."

Bill reached down and grabbed me by my chin roughly
with a sinewy hand. "Listen, I know what you've been
up to up here with your daddy. You don't give me what
I want, I go tell your mommy about what your daddy is
doing. I happen to like little girls, and I treat them
really nice when they treat me nice. Treat me nice,
and I'll treat you good. Don't treat me nice, and I'll
make your life hell."

Panic struck me. I let the waistband of my pants stay
around my thighs. He said, "Get up here and lick my
dick, girlie. Get me good and wet."

I crawled over to the standing man, hampered by my
pants. He picked me up by the arm and told me to get
naked. I shivered as I undressed, still aching and
sore. He grabbed my hair as soon as I was naked and
shoved my face into his groin. "Open your mouth,
girlie, and suck on that dick."

I shuddered in fear and revulsion. Suck on THAT? What
if it peed in my mouth? I kept my mouth closed in
uncertainty. His tight hand in my hair hurt
exquisitely and he poked his dick at my closed lips.
"Open!" he grunted, and then grabbed my nose and
pinched it shut until I opened my mouth to gasp for
air. That's when he  shoved it into my mouth. It
tasted like pee, and I gagged as the head shoved my
tongue out of the way. He said, "Any teeth touch my
dick, and I'll beat your ass."

I kept my mouth open as wide as possible as he moved
my head up and down on the knob of his cock. It was
all I could get into my mouth, that plus a little past
the knob. His cock started to taste salty and creamy
as soon as the pee taste faded away. He continued to
fuck into my mouth, peering down at me intently.
Tilting my head up, he held my hair in one hand and
his dick in the other, and started to run his cock all
over my small face, slapping my cheeks with it. "Such
an angel," he breathed, "too bad your daddy's gotten
to you first. I don't do sloppy seconds. So, I'm going
to introduce you to cock up the ass. I love girl ass."

Ass? What was he talking about?  Still guiding me by
my hair, he said, "Get on your hands and knees." I
complied, I had little choice. I was too short for
him, though, so he ended up positioning me on a hay
bale and pushed his hand down on the small of my back
to keep me there. I expected him to shove his cock
into my sore pussy.

He said, "Let's try out this position," and I felt the
touch of his velvety cockhead brushing along my ass,
and then the blunt feeling of his cock pressing
against my anus.

I cried out "NO!", and tried to pull away. I figured
out what he meant by 'ass' and I was terrified.
Slickened by his spit, the head was forced past my
sphincter. It was horrible! I was being split open and
the convulsions of my invaded anal muscles seized up
into a painful cramp that left me doubled up, helpless
and crying out as he shoved deeper past the narrow
ring into the hot interiors of my ass. He withdrew and
started to fuck into my agony. The rough hay scraped
across my naked belly and pussy as he fucked my ass.

He held my hair in his hand and used it to leverage
his thrusts. He groaned, and talked to me while he
stretched me out. He said things like, "Nice fucking
ass, tight little ass."

Pretty soon his talking was just moaning and grunting.
Some of the grunts were mine as he knocked breath out
of me with each deep thrust.  Again, I was just a hole
for the use of a man. He probably wasn't much larger
than six inches, but he was thick and invaded my ass
unmercifully. The pain in my sphincter slowly faded as
my muscles relaxed. 

Eventually, his hips started thumping against my ass
with greater force, and I could feel his balls
slapping against me. He started shaking violently,
grabbing me all over with his free hand, pulling me
back by the hair so far back that my chest was lifted
clean off the hay bale. He slapped my ass and hips
violently, and his thrusts were erratic and tense. 

Finally he let out a loud grunt and pinned me
completely down to the hay bale as he covered me with
his body, his hips drilling his cock straight down
into my sore ass. I felt his cock pop off into my
anus, pulsing his semen into my abused bowels. He
writhed and came into me. My head was pinned beneath
his upper chest, and my anus hurt even more when he
stopped fucking me. There was no pleasure. I didn't
cum, I was too dazed, and what was the point, anyway?
The fuck wasn't for my pleasure. 

He pulled out of my ass and fell back onto the hay,
with a sigh. He said, "Get up and get dressed after I
leave. Make sure to wash up, you're a mess. Any word
of this to anyone and I go to your mother and the
police about your dad. I'll be seeing you soon,
girlie."

I was still laying face-down on the hay bale as he
left, and tried to pick myself up. I started to cry
silently into the hay as I heard him zip up, and then
go down the ladder.  I never felt so alone in my life.
While I felt alone after my father left earlier, I
felt even more alone with Bill's cum oozing out of my
stinging ass. I just sat there and sobbed while the
sun went down and the day moved into dinnertime. I
picked myself up and started to walk towards the house
towards a bath. I tried very hard not to limp on the way.


		
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