Perverts 'R' Us
A Daughter's Prison
by SilentAllTheseYears (Incest-father/daughter, NC, Rape, Impregnation )
Note: All people and events in this story are entirely
fictitious.
My name is Janine Simms, Janey for short. I am 30 years
old. I live here in Georgia, in the midst of the Savannah marshlands. I live
with my younger brother Timmy, and my daughter Hope. We live a quiet but
peaceful life. For all these years, I have been silent about what had
happened to me, trying to forget; but of late, the memories have been coming
back, filling me with haunting pain. I figure the only way I can ever escape
these memories is to tell my story to someone else. And so...here's my
story.
I grew up in the woods of Pennsylvania, the eldest daughter of
Rupert and Erin Simms. I had one younger brother, Timothy-he was the most
adorable little sibling. Our parents were normal rural parents. Sundays we'd
all attend service like all the other families in the area, Mom was an
active member of the church choir. We were everything you'd expect from the
average American family. That all changed during the winter of my fourteenth
year. Mom got stricken with cancer, at the young age of 36. I had just
turned 14 years old, and Timmy was 3. It was now only us two kids and
dad.
When Mom died, we all took it really hard. But we never really
shared our grief together, as a family. Timmy was only 3, so he was too
young for her death to really impact him, and as for Dad, well, he just got
really moody, and spent most of his time outside the house. While he had
never really been the warmest father to us, even while Mom had been alive,
he was almost distant now. Many nights, he would come home drunk, the smell
of booze and cigarettes all over his clothing. For the most part, it was
just me and Timothy at home. I wound up having to do most of the housework.
I was only 14 then, and most of the times, it was just us two fending for
ourselves.
My body started to really develop about the time I turned
fifteen. I think Dad also became aware of my development then, because I
began to notice him eyeing my chest-at first furtively, but then more and
more openly as time went on. We were never really a cuddling type of family,
so I knew things weren't quite okay when he started asking me for hugs, or
when Timmy and I would be watching a movie in the living room, and he'd walk
in, sit on his couch, and pat his lap and ask for his little girl to sit in
Daddy's lap.
A few months after my fifteenth birthday, I'd come home from
school to find him still there, snoozing on the couch with a newspaper and
an opened can of beer. Usually, he would have left for work about a
half-hour earlier, and I would come home to find Timmy sleeping. I would
usually do my homework and cook dinner for Timmy and me. Dad usually got
home around midnight. For some reason, he was hadn't left for work today. It
turned out that his construction company had laid him off for drinking on
the job.
Well, from that point on, he was at home a lot of the time.
After a few weeks, I started getting worried about when he would find a job,
and then the weeks turned to a month. When we were really low on money for
groceries, I finally got up the courage to ask him if he'd found a job yet,
since we needed money for groceries. Rather than reply, he'd reached into
his pocket and tossed a check at me, before turning back to the television
and his can of beer. It was an envelope, containing a welfare check for the
month of July.
With Dad hanging around the house all the time now, I
began to feel more and more uncomfortable with his roving eyes. He started
commenting frequently on how I'd grown into such a fine woman; meanwhile his
eyes would be staring at my chest or my buttocks. He took to finding
opportunities to brush against me 'accidentally'. Once, after dinner, while
I was washing the dishes, he came up behind me, asking if I needed help with
the dishes. Before I could refuse, he'd slipped his arms under mine from
behind, and was pressed up against me, so that I had to lean forward toward
the sink. With a start, I could feel the heat of his groin right up against
my buttocks. I remember gasping, and him chuckling, as he gave a quick grind
of his groin against me. Then he'd left the room.
By the time I turned
sixteen, my father had still not found a job. Every now and then he'd go for
interviews, just to satisfy the welfare agencies, to show them he was
earnest in trying to find employment, but he stayed unemployed, and lounged
around at home. Dad became less subtle in his overtures toward me. Frequently, he'd comment on how nicely my chest was filling out, or he'd eye
my crotch with such intense scrutiny right in front of me. At every
opportunity, he tried to cop a feel of my breasts, or grope my buttocks,
always trying to make it seem like an accident.
"Dad, I'm trying to doing homework... " or "Dad...I need to cook dinner..."
These became my
frequent excuses to get him to stop. However they became less and less
effective. As the months went by, he started getting bolder and more demanding.
Once, on a Friday night, while watching TV after dinner,
after Timmy had gone to bed, he said "Jane, come here and sit on your
Daddy's lap. I haven't hugged my little girl in such a long
time."
The way he said it, in that tone of voice, I knew he wouldn't take
no for an answer. I remember walking reluctantly over to him, and then
facing away from him, gently seated my right buttock on his left thigh, so
that I was only partially up against him. Even then, I could feel his hairy
thighs against mine, since I was wearing shorts at the time. What came next
was a shock for me, since he had never done anything so obviously sexual
before.
I remember gasping out loud, startled, almost losing balance,
when suddenly, his thick hands were encircling my hips. Chuckling, he lifted
me high and up and twisted me around until I was facing him, with my legs to
each side of him. Grunting appreciatively, his hands still tight around my
waist, he pulled me downward onto him, settling my pelvis down right against
his, so that our crotches were fused together. Now, both my legs were to
each side of his legs, so that I was in effect, straddling him. Gasping in
fright, I tried to lift myself off of him, but I had no purchase to push
against. My feet were off the floor, and when I braced my arms across the
arms of the couch to lift myself, he just pulled down on my hips, settling
me down again.
"Now that's a good girl," he moaned, as he grounded
himself against me. Through his boxer shorts and my own shorts, I could feel
the hard bulge of his manhood. As he crushed my crotch against him, he began
humping back and forth. With each forward push of his hips, he'd pressed
down on my hips, so that I could feel his bulge through the thin material of
our clothing.
"Daddy! Let me go! I'm too old to be sitting on your lap!
Please!" I whispered frantically, in tears. I didn't want to wake up
Timothy, but I was scared to death.
"Soon... baby... soon..." his
words began to come in gasps, as his buckling quickened in pace. In
embarrassment, I could feel his penis through his shorts. It felt huge. His
constant rubbing caused a wedgie in my own shorts, and I could feel my
panties riding up into my crotch, between my lips. After maybe a minute of
heated crotch grinding, he groaned loudly. His hands came up behind my back, pressing our bodies close together. I could feel my breasts mashed flat
against his massive chest, even as he gluing our crotches together. The
large bulge of his manhood, which I could feel pressed through the thin
material of my shorts and his boxer shorts, was wedged right up against my
crotch. Stunned, I could feel it throbbing wildly, as if it had a life of
its own. I could feel the heat of his groin through the thin layers of
clothing, as it spasmed. Groaning, he held me motionless against him, while
he finished his orgasm.
After a few minutes, his grip on me slackened, as
he exhaled noisily, leaning back onto the couch. Sobbing, I remembered
scrambling off his lap, and running up the stairs to my room, and quickly
locking the door behind me. It was only when I was inside, huddled on bed,
that I realized my entire crotch area was all damp. I knew from the sex
education classes at school what had happened, but the reality of it didn't
make it any more palatable. Removing my shorts, I examined my panties. They
were soaked wetly with my dad's cum too, so that they looked sheer, making
my enflamed vaginal lips visible. I remember thinking that I had my father's
sperm soaking through my shorts and panties, and my crotch was now damp with
it. Scared, I rushed to the bathroom and wetted a towel to wipe myself clean.
The next day, Dad acted like the whole thing had never
happened. And as far as I was concerned, it didn't either. Incidents like
these, I learned to put in the back of my mind.
These incidences
didn't stop though. Rather, they became more and more frequent. He might be
passing by me in the hallway, then without warning, he would reach forward
with one hand, cupping my crotch and wriggling his fingers through my pants
to massage me down there. Or other times, when I'd come out of the bathroom
cloaked in a towel, he'd be there waiting, eyeing me. As soon as I walked
passed him, he would pull on my towel, leaving me naked in the hallway. I always ran into my room then, amidst his chuckling. Thankfully, he never pursued. I learned then to take my showers when he was asleep, or he was
outside the house.
The months went by. Summer approached, and I
neared the completion of my junior year of high school. I continued to do
fairly well in school, usually getting all A's with an occasional B in phys
ed. or music. I didn't have any close friends. To be honest, I didn't want
any. I couldn't invite them over for fear of them seeing my Dad, and I
didn't have any time to hang around after school, because I had to watch
Timmy.
Dad's perverse little games continued. Things got worse when he
began subscribing to all these smut magazines. I remember the first time I
came across one of his porno mags, wrapped up in some brown paper. I'd been
curious about it, but seeing that it was addressed to my father, and that it
wasn't a household bill that I had taken the responsibility for writing
checks for, I left it alone. Later the next day, coming home from school, I
found the opened magazine, sprawled across his belly as he lay snoring on
the living room couch. Curious, I tiptoed to the edge of the couch, leaning
forward to take a closer look.
"Family Taboos" the title read. Across
the front cover, I could see a picture of a young brunette girl, who looked
to be in her mid-teens, on all fours on a bed. Towering behind her, an older
man had his arms clasped around her waist. He looked to be rutting into her.
"Exclusive photos of father-daughter incest!" the banner read across the
cover, artfully shielding the nipples of the girl.
I must have been
staring at the cover for a long time, because the next thing I know, when I
finally took my eyes off the page, I glanced up to find him staring right
back at me. I could feel myself burning red, embarrassed at having been caught looking at his filth.
He gazed at me with an amused look for a
brief moment. "So, did you like looking at Daddy's magazine? Does it get you
all hot and bothered?" he chuckled?
Furious at myself at having gotten
caught, and hating him with a vengeance, I turned around to leave, but his
hands quickly shot out, gripping my wrist
tightly. Sitting upright on the
couch, he yanked me by the wrist, pulling me onto his lap.
"It's
okay, Daddy's not angry at your for reading his stuff. In fact, I wanted to
show you something I'm sure you'll find very nice." his voice had turned
thick. With one arm around my waist, holding me onto his lap, he flipped the magazine over to the centerfold page with his free hand.
"Take a look
at this here, Janey," he said, placing the open magazine on my lap. Anything
to get this over with, I sighed in exasperation and look down on the picture. It showed the girl from the cover. She was on her back, lying on a
bed, with her 'father' above her. Her knees were pressed back towards her
head, and her legs were resting on her father's shoulders. My eyes centered
downward, and I gasped involuntarily, seeing where her father's immense
penis was splitting her vagina.
I swallowed. My thoughts were a blur
of confusion. This was the first time I had ever seen the sex act taking
place. The centerfold shot was raw and unsubtle. Despite my revulsion over
what was happening, I couldn't help but feel a tingle in my loins, at seeing
such a graphic display of the sex act. Collecting myself, I spoke "Dad, I
really have to go up and do my homework now." I squirmed in his lap, feeling
his arousal poking up at me.
Chucking, he tossed the magazine onto the
coffee table, relaxing his grip on me. I quickly move up to leave, but his
arms quickly encircled around my waist, pulling me back down on
him.
"Mmm Janey...did you notice... how much you look like that girl
Susie in the picture. Did you see her face--how much she loved it--when she
had her daddy's big cock deep up inside her tight wet pussy. She was such a
good girl to spread her legs wide open for her Daddy."
My heart was
pounding frantically. Daddy had been groping me a lot recently, but he'd
never been so open and direct about wanting to fuck me.
"Dad! I gotta
go!" I whined, twisting on his lap. His cock felt huge pressing against my
buttocks.
"In just a minute.." he panted, as his hips began rocking back
and forth against my imprisoned buttocks.
"You know Janey, you're
such a good girl to help Daddy out like this.." he panted. "Here you are,
helping your daddy satisfy his needs, while yours go on unsatisfied. " He
punctuated this statement by grabbing at my crotch through my jeans. "You
know, if you're ever feeling lonely or need something to help you sleep
better, all's you need to do is come over to Daddy's room, and I'll be more
than happy to give you what Susie's daddy gave her." Groaning, he ejaculated
in his pants. His lust sated, he released his grip on me. Springing up, I
ran up the stairs, sobbing. Damn him! Damn him! Damn him. I wish he would just roll over and die!!
* * *
My father's descent into
perversion continued, and his sexual overtures to me became more and more
obvious. He took to fondling me right in the presence of Timmy. At least
once a week, he'd corner me in the living room, and pull me on his lap and
start dry humping me. As his liberties with my body increased, I knew it was
only a matter of time before he would need something more than dry humping
to sate his lusts. I also knew that I was basically helpless-at least for
now. There was nothing I could do until I turned 18 and graduated from high school. All I needed was a year's time, and then me and Timmy would be free. Free from my father's molestation. Free of this bleak life. Free to start a
new one. Just me and Timmy.
* * *
That time never came. I
blink back tears now, as I think about how absurd I was for thinking it was
ever possible that I could escape the clutches of my abusive father. Such a
fool I was. I think back to that fateful summer. The summer where my dreams
were shattered, my whole world crumpled...
* * *
Summer had
arrived, and I had just finished up my junior year of high school. Having no
friends, I basically spent every day secluded in my room reading my library
books, or taking Timmy to the local playground. On July10th, the eve of my
seventeenth birthday, feeling all sweaty and dirty from another session with my dad on his couch, I took a bus to the cemetery to visit my mother's
grave. On my knees, kneeling before the slab of marble, I prayed fervently
for strength. And courage. Strength to thwart my father's advances and
courage to maintain my resolve to escape my prison. I stayed there for over
two hours, talking to my mother.
That night, during dinner, my Dad
announced that since it was my birthday tomorrow, we would all be going to
the beach. Timmy got very excited, and kept breaking out in smiles. He
started gushing about how he was gonna build gigantic sandcastles, and make
entire rivers surrounding it. I smiled to see him so happy. I don't think
he'd ever gone to a beach since Mom died, but I guess he knew what to expect
from watching television.
Daddy looked at me, and then said. "Janey, you
can wear your Mama's swimming suit. You've probably outgrown whatever
swimsuit you have in your closet. I also brought down one of her cocktail
dresses from the attic, because we're all going out to eat a nice restaurant
afterwards. I'll get them for you after dinner."
I held my breath in
excitement. Going to the beach would be such a nice break from the dull
dreariness of home. And eating out?? Unheard of! My mind was full of
excitement of tomorrow's events, as I hummed whiled washing up the dishes. Shortly, dad came up to me, tossing me a bag. "You can wear these
tomorrow."
In my room, I took the bathing suit and dress out of the bag
and examined them. It was a white bikini that I remember was my mom's
favorite. Turning toward the cocktail dress, I saw that it was the cream
colored one that my mom used to wear on special occasions. Excited, I
quickly shucked off my clothes, and put on the bikini. It was a sort of
tight fit, since my mom was very petite. Standing before the mirror, I
stared. A sexy woman stared right back at me. God! I look stunning! I
thought to myself, surprised and pleased all at the same time. My breasts
and hips filled out the bikini very nicely. It wasn't a racy string bikini,
but it definitely was not the conservative type either. A lot of my flesh
was definitely visible. Trying on the cocktail dress, I saw that it too fitted my slim figure perfectly. The fine dress transformed me into a mature woman in her twenties, rather than a soon-to-be seventeen-year-old.
*
* *
We got to the beach the next morning by late morning. While Timmy and
I immediately sprinted for the waves, Dad began setting up the beach
umbrella, and laying out the blankets. It was kind of weird, seeing him
actually doing something besides lounging around with a beer bottle. Maybe
he was finally coming back around. Not likely, I thought, remembering the
way his eyes had roved over my body when I stepped outside my room this
morning in the bathing suit.
By noon, the sun was scorching. Rubbing
some suntan oil all over Timmy, I did some on my front, and turned to Timmy.
"Timmy, help me put some on my back."
"Timothy, let Daddy do that. Go on
ahead, go start on that sand castle of yours." Dad spoke up suddenly. Before
I could utter a word in protest, Timmy was off and away, with a pail of sand
and shovel.
"Never mind, Dad, I can do it myself" I said
quickly.
"Nonsense. Lay down. I'll do it." He ordered, grabbing the
bottle of lotion from my hands, and placing his hands on the small of my
back, directed me to lie down. Resigned, I settled back down on my stomach.
I felt him straddle himself over me, his hairy legs to each side of my legs.
Then he was pouring the oil into his cupped hand, and then his large hands
were on my back, rubbing firmly. In circles, I felt him rubbing, first
starting at the center of my back, then moving toward the shoulders, then to
the small of my back. I started, as his fingers suddenly slipped under the
string of my bikini top. Even as I uttered aloud in surprise, his hands,
still under the bikini, had slid to my sides, caressing the sides of the
swells of my breasts.
"Daddy! Stop it!" I felt his hands slip out from
under my bikini top, but I had had enough. "I can manage the rest myself!" I
hissed angrily, looking around. Some families were around them, but they
were a good distance off, and no one appeared to have noticed, thank
god.
"Now now, Daddy was just teasing. No need to get all riled up. Daddy
just wanted to see much you've grown. Now let me do your legs, and then I'll
be done. Before I could say another word, he squeezed some more oil on his
hands, and then began on my legs. Starting on the calves, he slowly worked
his hands up my thighs, while I held my breath, counting the seconds until
this torture was over. I tensed slightly, as I felt his hands moving higher
up my thighs. I clenched my thighs tightly, as I felt him began rubbing my
inner thigh area. Ignoring me, he pressed insistently, and, fueled by the
need to just get it over with, I relaxed somewhat and allowed him to part my
thighs a bit so that he could get access there. I grimaced as his hands
rubbed higher and higher up my thigh. This continued for a few seconds, and
then, with a quickness that caught me by totally off guard, his fingers
pinched the crotch area of my bikini bottom and shifted it to the side. I
yelped in surprise, as I felt the cool open air against my exposed genitals.
Just as quickly, his hand was suddenly there, cupping my
pussy.
"Dad!" I gasped, quickly closing my thighs. This did little more
than to trap his hand between my thighs. I gazed quickly around? Had anyone
seen what was happening? God, I'd die of embarrassment. No one was close
enough to pay any attention. I scrambled to get up, but he was expecting
that. I felt his heavy weight on me, as he settled on top of me. The full
weight of his broad chest pressed down into my back, lowering me back down
onto the blanket.
As I lay trapped under him, I had to twist my head to
the side just to breathe. I felt his fingers, wiggling around like a spider,
probing into the folds of my vagina. His fingers felt oily from the suntan
lotion. Tears welled up, and I began sobbing, as I felt his fat greasy
fingers slip into my pussy lips. It wiggled around the entrance, probing and
testing. I choked, holding my breath, eyes wide, as my father discovered my
hymen.
"Goddamn! Who'd have thought. A body like this and still a
virgin!" he marveled. "With a body like this, you won't be one long," he
muttered. The weight of his hips on me lifted, and alarms sounded in my
head, as I became aware of him tugging his bathing suit down to his
knees.
"God, he's going to rape me!". With his weight off my lower body,
I tried twisting to the side to get out from under him, but he once again
settled down, his naked groin pressed right up against the fullness of my
buttocks. I kicked my legs futilely, but he was too heavy. I could feel the
heat of his manhood. It felt so hot and thick, trapped between my thighs. I
could feel the whole topside length of his hot bar, rubbing across the oiled
lips of my sex.
I looked around wildly, but with the loud crash of the
waves, we weren't within shouting distance of anyone. I shuddered, in
disgust and fear, as I felt my father begin thrusting up and down, against
my buttocks.
"Be calm Janey," I told myself. This is just like all the
other times. He'll get his rocks off and then it'll be over. But this wasn't
like the other times. Before, we'd always been clothed. Now, I could feel
his heated penis brushing wetly across the lips of my exposed vagina. I
closed my eyes, trying to think of something else. His bucking grew more
frantic, as he panted heavily above me. I knew he was close, and it would be
over soon. His hips lifted suddenly, higher than before, and as his hips
came downwards, the large knob of his penis suddenly entered my vagina,
splitting the lips, and entering about an inch or so. We both
froze.
"Oh god, no!" I whispered. Not my virginity! I'll be no good to
anyone if he takes that. His body stayed frozen above me, and I could hear
him moaning. "God, your pussy's so tight. Oh, god, this is so wrong, but
Daddy needs you so badly." He inched forward slowly, and I felt the entire
corona of his penis head pass through my stretched pussy lips. Oh God, it
felt like he was tearing me apart--he was so thick. Gasping, I felt a sharp
twinge as his cock head shifted forward, straining against my
hymen.
"Oh god... Oh god...can't hold it..." he moaned. I started, as I
felt his cock head swell, and then begin throbbing inside me. A gush of warm
wetness flooded my vagina, as he ejaculated. Shot after shot of his heavy
sperm erupted from his geysering cock, splashing into the entrance of my
vagina, and overflowing out past my stretched lips, which ringed his
throbbing cock head, to drip downward, matting my sparse pubic
hair.
He remained lodged in me for a few minutes, as I shifted restlessly
under him. After a minute, his weight eased off me, and then the head of his
cock was slipping out of me with a wet noise. I felt his fingers once again
tug the crotch of my bikini bottom, centering it back over my
crotch.
With a final pat of his cupped hand over my crotch area, he gave
a chuckle. Sighing loudly, he flipped over onto his back, tugging his shorts
back on.
Within minutes, he was snoring loudly.
I laid there
motionless. A part of me was so weak with relief. I was still a virgin. He
had not taken me. There was still hope. My rejoicing was short-lived, as I
considered. How long would I be able to continue fighting him off? If anything, I knew my Dad. Now that he'd gone this far, he definitely wouldn't
go back to the fully clothed dry humping sessions. Sooner or later, he would
catch me at a disadvantage, and rape me.
The lips of my crotch
throbbed, a dull aching reminder of the recent encounter. I could feel the
sticky wetness of his hot spunk against my crotch. My whole pussy was soaked
in a swamp of his sperm. A chill of fear swept through me, as the
possibility of pregnancy came up. Even though he hadn't torn my virginity, he'd ejaculated right into my vagina, and I knew enough to know that there
was a real danger. Glancing over to make sure he was asleep, I got up, a bit
shakily. I needed to wash off. Heading toward the waves, I walked tenderly.
With each step, I imagined I could hear and feel his slimy gruel as it
sloshed around in my pussy, sealed and contained by my clinging bikini
bottom.
Near the water, the beach was packed full of people. I noticed
Timothy shouting at me. He was with a whole bunch of little kids, all of
them running around with little pails and shovels, working feverishly on one
big lopsided castle. I waved back, mostly to acknowledge him, and waded into
the water. Once neck deep in the waves, and making sure no one was watching
me, I adjusted my bikini bottom, pushing the material to the side of my
crotch, and massaging my crotch, trying to wash out any traces of my dad's
cum. When I felt that I had done the best possible, I rejoined Timothy.
Seeing him play with kids his own age, so carefree and in such happiness,
brought tears to my eyes. "Soon Timmy..." I promised him silently. You'll be
able to build your own castle whenever you want.
The afternoon and
evening past by quickly. We quit the beach in the early evening and made the
two-hour trip back home. During the long ride, Dad didn't mention anything
about what had happened earlier today. But I was accustomed to his habits.
Once he was sated, he would act like everything was normal. It was only when
he got horny that I needed to be on alert. The problem was, I could never
predict when he struck.
We reached home, and everyone then got dressed up
to go the Providenci Manor. After putting on my gown, I helped Timothy into
his little suit, one I had saved up enough money last summer to buy for him.
It fit perfectly, since I had bought it slightly larger, and altered it as
he had grown.
Providenci Manor was an extremely expensive and very
fine
Italian restaurant, and throughout the course of dinner, with musicians
strolling around the room playing their violins, and the breathtaking
presentation of each of their orders, I found myself wondering for the
umpteenth time how my father had gotten the money to pay for it. Throughout
dinner, I was aware of his eyes on me...on my body. Wisely, in a roomful of
people, he didn't do anything more than look.
By the time we arrived
home, it was near midnight, and Timmy was snoring in the car. I felt bushed
too. Gently shaking him awake, I led Timmy upstairs to his bedroom.
Afterwards, I headed toward my room to change and go to sleep. I was dead-tired. Instead, I heard Dad call for me to come downstairs. Remembering
his lustful looks at the restaurant, and what he'd done at the beach, I
descended the stairs with leery suspicion. Better to get it over with. Dad
wasn't the kind to take no for an answer.
Dad greeted me in the
kitchen with two champagne bottles--one in each hand. He'd changed out of
his evening suit, and was dressed once again in his 'normal attire'-a boxer
short and an undershirt that appeared to be falling apart at the seams.
"I've been saving this bottle of Dom Perignon for just a
special occasion like this one. It's not everyday that a daughter gets to
celebrate her seventeenth birthday. In just a year, you'll be legal." He
made no sense. But I guess he wasn't paying attention to his own words
either. His eyes never stopped roving my body, even as he held a glass
toward me.
"Daddy...I'm really tired! I'll drink it another time. I just
want to sleep now." I said. I turned to head back
upstairs.
"Nonsense! The bottle's already opened. I paid a hundred
fuckin' bucks for this bottle. Least you can do is show your appreciation
and drink a glass!" his voice was slurred. Flinching at his tone, I turned
back around. Putting up the best smile I could muster, I held up my hands to
accept the glass. I noticed then that he'd already finished half the bottle
already. "No wonder he's acting like such a dick," I thought.
Holding
my breath, I held the wineglass up to my mouth, and in one gulp, downed the
entire glass. "There!" I plunked the glass onto the table, turning to leave. My exhaustion must have made me brave, or foolish, for I would never have
dared otherwise to talk back to my father like that.
He must have not
heard me, for he made no move to stop me as I headed up the stairs. I almost
thought I heard him chuckling, but I was too tired to pay attention. By the
time I reached my room, I could feel the buzz in my head from the alcohol.
I'd never drunk alcohol before, but I'd seen my dad enough to know nothing
good could come of it. "I hope I don't get a hangover," I thought, as I sluggishly got out of my evening gown. I went into the bathroom, to brush my teeth. It was getting harder and harder to keep my eyes open. That alcohol, combined with me sheer exhaustion, was really taking its toll. Eyes
half-lidded in near sleep, I trudged out of the bathroom, heading toward my
bed. Sleep would be a real treat tonight, I thought.
But something
was wrong. I gazed in stupor at my bed. There, on my bed, against the bed
frame, was my dad, totally naked, stroking himself. I looked dumbly at the
scene before me. This couldn't be happening. He should be downstairs drinking. But no, there he was, right in front of me, staring at me
silently. His hands pumped slowly up and down on his monstrous cock. Even
from the doorway of the bathroom, I could make out the bulging veins and
angry purple color of its massive head.
"Janey, did you think Daddy
forgot your birthday present? I've got it right here in my hand. He gripped
his heavy cock by the base, waving it me. "I call it the 'gift of
womanhood'," he chuckled.
My heart was pounding in fear. I felt the edge
of my door against my back. All I needed to was turn around and run
downstairs. But my legs wouldn't move. I just stood there, my body swaying.
For some reason, the room was spinning around and around. Even the chuckling
from my dad sounded like it was coming from far away. The vision of my
father's leering wide grin seem to spin around and around before me. What
was happening to me? In my haziness, I was dimly aware of my father, slowly
getting up off the bed, moving toward me. Everything seemed to be in slow
motion. "No...gotta get away...". That was my last thought, before I slipped
into unconsciousness.
When I came to, I was in my bed, alone. Sunlight
filled the room, brightening it. I yawned, kicking off the covers. Blearily,
I glanced at the alarm clock. It was noon. God damn it. I never wake up this
late! I sat upright on my bed, then doubled over in pain, as needles of pain
shot through my crotch. With sudden alarm, the events of last night came
rushing back to me. The image of my father, stroking his raging cock, and
getting up off my bed and walking toward me.
Oh god. It couldn't have
happened. Please...this was all a dream. Even, as I swept the covers to the
floor to reveal my lower region, the fierce burning in my crotch told me
something bad had happened. I gazed at my panties. The crotch area was
stained slightly yellowish, and dotted with deep brown spots, and damp. My
eyes then focused on some small brown spots on the bed sheet. Blood stains, I realized, as a coldness settled over me. My eyes told me what my body
already suspected, but my mind had refused to believe. I was no longer a
virgin. I got out of bed, grabbing a change of clothing, and walked
unsteadily into to the bathroom. I could hear the television and occasional
sounds of laughter from my father and Timmy downstairs.
My crotch was
burning. I locked the bathroom door behind me. Sitting on the toilet seat, I
hesitantly drew down my panties down to my ankles, and then completely off.
Holding it up toward me, I could see that the entire crotch area of my
panties swamped with a sticky wetness. Small spots of dried blood stains dotted the crotch area. The heady scent of sex assaulted me, and I almost
gagged as I quickly tossed the soiled panties to the floor, and focused my
attention to my burning crotch. Bending over forwards, I could see my
vaginal lips, glaring back with an angry raw color. A mucuous-like film
coated whole of my vagina, matting the downy hairs around my crotch. My eyes
focused on the raw glistening lips of my vagina. The inner petals protruded
slightly outwards, something that had never happened before. I held my
breath. I had to make sure.
Gingerly, I wiggled my index and middle fingers
carefully into my vagina. I inhaled sharply, feeling a fiery pain as my raw
wet lips brushed against my fingers. I felt around, seeking the place
where my hymen should be. It was gone, completely.. I fought back tears. No
use crying over spilt milk, I tried to tell myself, but the tears flowed
anyway. Wiping the wetness from my eyes so I could see, I delved further. My
two fingers slid in deeper than would have been possible in the past,
lubricated with the slimy wetness I could feel all around in my vagina.
Fighting the urge to gag, I wondered how much of his stuff was in me. Within
my vagina, I spread my two fingers slightly, waiting. Time slowed to a crawl, but eventually, some thick milky-colored fluid oozed out. I stared at
it. Parts of it were gathered in clots of white spunk, other areas were
almost clear. Thin streaks of pink could be seen, which I knew to be my
blood. I sat there on the toilet, for almost an hour, watching as my
father's sperm dripped slowly out of me.
For the next few days, I
stayed in my room whenever I could, coming out only make sandwiches for
Timmy, or cook dinner for all of us. Like all the times before, Dad
pretended the whole thing had never happened, bantering as usual with Timmy
and me. But I knew my Dad; he was just a ticking time bomb, and I dreaded
each day that passed, wondering if this would be the day that he would blow
off. I was fairly certain that he'd drugged me that night--there was no other possible explanation for my sudden loss of consciousness--and just to
be safe, I'd dump out all the open containers of juices and milk in the refrigerator, in case he'd slipped something in it. He probably wouldn't
have done that, since that would endanger Timmy, but I didn't want to leave
anything to chance.
A month past and Dad actually sobered up a bit.
Twice this month, he'd actually gone out for second interviews with
potential employers. He told all this to me and Timmy during dinner, and I
actually started to feel that maybe Dad was turning around. During this
time, to my immense relief, my period arrived on schedule. It was the middle
of summer, and things were starting to look up. I'd gotten a part-time job
at the library, and was saving up some money.
It was the first day of
August, about a couple of weeks away from Timmy's sixth birthday. I'd been
making some clothes for him, since he would be starting school this fall. I
had designed the clothes by copying the designs I saw from the
Bloomingdale's catalog. Already, I'd made three long-sleeve shirts, a pair of shorts, and two trousers, and was working on the last pair of trousers
with the remaining cloth I had left. Outside, I could hear the laughter of
Timmy, as he and our neighbor's two kids roamed about in the
backyard.
There was a knocking on the door, and then it opened as my Dad
walked in. I tensed immediately. One look at his sweaty face and his
lethargic steps was enough to tell me he'd been hitting the bottle again.
Something must have happened to get him like this. I glanced furtively at
the open door, wondering if I could make it past him if I needed
to.
He surveyed the room, his eyes finally resting on me, stooped over
the sewing machine in my room. "What's that for!" he gestured at the Timmy's
new clothes, which I'd strewn across the bed. "Seems a little too small for
you, but hey, I won't be complainin' when I see you struttin around in 'em,"
he chuckled. I explained to him that they were for Timmy, and I was planning
to give it to him next week for his birthday.
He just grunted, and to
my growing bewilderment, started moving about my room, examining my things.
He gazed at the poster James Dean poster I had on the wall, sneering and
muttering incoherent remarks. My eyes followed him around the room. What was
he doing in here? Why was he drunk again? He'd been sober for an entire month. Something must have happened. Maybe his job interview fell through, I thought.
He stopped in front of my wall calendar, that I'd pin to the
wall, next to my dresser mirror. Through the reflection, I could see his
eyes as they swept
across the calendar page. Grunting, his finger tapped at
some of the words scribbled on the calendar.
"Timmy's sixth
birthday." he read, his words slurred. His finger traced the red circle I'd
drawn around it. "What's this 'X' for," he said, tapping his thick finger on
a red 'X' that appeared in the box a couple of days before Timmy's birthday.
I felt my face flushing red. "That's when I get my period," I said in a bare
whisper.
"Speak up, I can't hear you." he grunted, turning around to face
me.
"That's when I get my period," I said louder, a tinge of anger
escaping. Why couldn't he ever just stay sober?
My father just
grunted, turning back around and stared at the "X". Slowly his finger traced
circles around and around it. He turned around back to me, his face frozen
in a smirk. "So Janey, what do you use? Tampons or those winged Tampa's on
the outside?"
I remained silent, and he asked again, louder.
"The
other things" I said, glancing at the open door. He was much closer to the door than me. I wouldn't be able to make it passed him, I thought
sadly.
"You should give tampons a try. I hear they feel pretty good when
it's up your pussy. Almost like a little cock," he laughed, taking another
swig from his bottle. "Of course, you might not have any use for 'em soon,"
he chuckled again, gazing meaningfully at me.
I looked up at him in
confusion. What was he talking about? I tried to reasoning with him. "Dad,
you're drunk! Why don't you go downstairs and take a nap? I'll brew some
coffee-".
My voice cracked, as he strode to the door, slamming it shut
with a solid "thunk", leaving us both in the room. I could see the
beginnings of madness and rising lust in his eyes, as he turned toward
me.
"Oh god, this can't be happening... not again." I whispered to
myself. I was seated by the sewing machine, and tried to get up, but he was
suddenly there, right up behind me. Immediately, I felt his big hands as
they cupped my full breasts through the thin material of my
T-shirt.
"I was just talking to Timmy today, and do you know what he told
me that he wants for his birthday?". His voice was slurred, and the smell of
alcohol on his breath made me gag. I sat rooted in the chair, paralyzed in
fright as his hands mauled my breasts, mashing them tightly against one
another.
"What did he want," I finally whispered.
"He wants
something only the two of us can give him." His hands moved lower, down my
breasts, to my smooth belly. He began patting me there softly.
"He wants
a baby sister."
I gasped loudly in alarm, springing up from the seat. I
stood up, but he kept his arms tight around me. "No! Daddy, please stop it.
We can't do this! You must have heard wrong," I cried out
tearfully.
He kicked the chair away from between us, and pulled me back
against him. I gasped, feeling the stiff lump of his manhood as he pressed
my buttocks against it.
"I ain't lying. That's exactly what the
little tyke told me," he said his voice heavy with lust. "And I know you,
Janey...you couldn't refuse Timmy anything could you."
Maintaining
his tight embrace, he half carried me with him toward the bed. He spun me
around with ease, and with a quick shove, tossed me backward onto the bed. I
lay there stunned, on my back, as he quickly ripped off his T-shirt. I looked toward the door, consider making a run for it. He looked at me, and
said "Don't even think of it. My god, your body's tempted me enough this
past month. Mark my words. You're gonna get fucked good today. I haven't
been holding off a whole month's worth of cum just to jack it off. So either
we do it together, or I'll do it my way. Now, get out of them
clothes.
I laid there speechless. Everything had happened so fast. This
had to be a dream. But he stayed there, right in front of me, waiting
impatiently. I had no idea what 'his way' was, but I knew it couldn't be
good. Reluctantly, I removed my T-shirt, pulling it over my head. He just
stood there waiting. I sat up, and pulled my thin cotton pants off. All I
had on was my panties now. Reaching for the T-shirt, I held it over my
breasts, trembling as I tried to cover myself from him. But he just leaned
forward, yanked it from my grasp, and tossed it aside. "Now the panties!" he
growled.
"Daddy!" I sobbed. "Can't we just-".
"The panties, or
you'll regret it," his eyes flashed menacingly.
Sobbing softly, I peeled
the panties slowly off. I eased them off my hips, down to my ankles, and
then removed them completely.
"Good!" he nodded approvingly, his eyes
glued to my crotch. "Now lay back down on the bed, and spread your
thighs."
I gulped in fear, but did as he asked. Flat on the mattress,
between my parted thighs, I awaited the inevitable. I watched as he crouched
slightly, removing his shorts in one fluid motion. His massive cock sprang
out. My breath caught in my throat as I saw close up the gigantic dimensions
of my father's big solid penis. THICK was the only word to describe it. It
looked at least as thick as my wrist! My stomach knotted in fear, as I gazed
at the monstrosity, knotted with thick purplish blue veins all around. In
the brightness of the room, I could see clearly the pulsating veins surging
towards the large head that was dripping with the moistness of his escaping
pre-cum. I quickly closed my legs, even as he crawled up onto the edge of
the bed before me.
Kneeling before my locked thighs, he growled
out.
"Spread 'em, you little slut. Don't try to play coy with me, I know
how much you've been hungering for a piece of daddy's meat ever since I gave
you your birthday present." His hands snaked out to firmly grasp my ankles.
I resisted, but he was too strong, and slowly he parted my thighs.
I
moaned in fear as he pulled me by my ankles, toward him, until my thighs were to either side of his hips. My buttocks were lifted off of the bed, and his large hands were suddenly there, clenching into the softness of my
buttocks.
He kneed my thighs even further apart, and hunched forward. His
fingers wrapped firmly around his fat blood-engorged trunk, as he guided the
purple head of his thick bloated cock-its slit dripping thickly with
pre-cum-slowly and deliberately toward the mouth of my pussy.
I
choked in fear, cringing as I the searing hot contact of my father's large bulbous head cock head wetly against my nether lips. I could feel it, hot
against me. He rubbed it up and down across my lips, smearing it wetly with
his leaking pre-cum. Finally, he looked up at me, his eyes clouded with
lust.
"Time to give Timmy his birthday present," he chuckled
wickedly.
He thrust forward, and his cock, hard and thick, moved into me.
I gasped out loud in shock, as I felt my tight, pussy lips splitting open
around his massive thickness. Then the huge bulbous head of his cock was
sliding agonizingly into me, as my lips stretched to its limits to contain
his girth. There was a wet noise, and suddenly my lips swallowed the entire
corona of his head. I inhaled sharply, my eyes wide, as I felt the thickness
of my father's cock head in me.
"Mmmmmh! Feel that Janey? Your little
tight pussy's nibbling on Daddy's cock," he chuckled. "I bet little your
pussy's hungry, isn't she. Janey, baby, is your little pussy hungry for more
of Daddy's meat? Well, supper's ready!"
"No..." I moaned, as his hands
clenched the cheeks of my buttocks cruelly. He set his teeth, and shoved
forward with a mighty lunge, thrusting with the strength of all his manhood
and virility. I felt every ridge, every bump of his thickness, as he drilled
into me in great waves of warm moist flesh until suddenly his swollen penis
head pelvis smacked tight into the end of my tunnel.
I grunted in pain.
The sheer enormity of his flesh was more than I could bear. It felt as if a
telephone pole had been shoved into me--he was so thick. Gasping out, I
tried to twisting away from him. My whole groin was on fire, but my movements were futile. With his incredible length and thickness, my father pressed forward, impaled me under him with his flesh.
"God, you've
got one tight pussy!" my father gasped. He pulled the cheeks of my ass hard
back against him and held his prick inside me. Flexing out to its fullest
extent, he wriggled his hips, grinding his swollen cock head right up against my cervix.
"Ohhhhhh.. God," I gasped out at the sensation. I
could feel him, way up, deep against the entrance to my womb.
"That's
right, baby, feel Daddy's big cock, honey. Feel it deep, deep in your tender
young belly. How's it feel to get fucked by a real man, baby? You just lay
back now and enjoy every inch of Daddy's thick meat."
With that, his
hands gripped me tightly by my hips, pulling me toward him. His thick hard
blood-filled cock sunk to its fullest depth inside my quivering belly. He
then drew his long, sword of a cock back. Pain flared anew as the sides of
his huge cock slid across my raw and narrow passageway. I was dimly aware of
the lewd, wet squelching noises as his huge monstrous cock head mashed again
and again into the very end of my pussy, his hips were twisting in a cork-screw motion as he strove to drill his truncheon deeper into my
loins.
"Ohhh! Ohh! Ohhh," I heard myself moaning. My belly felt stuffed
full with his maleness.
Minutes ticked by. I closed my eyes,
shuddering my father's movements became steady, his hot thick flesh sliding
smoothly against my wet, stretched pubic lips as he pumped his organ back
and forth inside her body. Opening my eyes, I looked at the dresser mirror.
The sight I saw in the reflection repulsed me. I could see his broad back,
as he bent over me, his hips rising and falling as he rutted into me. I
wasn't able to see my face; all I saw were my slim pale thighs, upright and
to each side of waist. "I'm really being fucked," I thought, watching the
reflection sadly as he pistoned his thickness in and out of me.
After
more minutes past, his breaths grew shorter and shorter, along with his strokes. I could feel him growing and growing deep. .. deep inside me. Oh
god, this was it, I thought suddenly, horrified. He's going to cum in me!
The knowledge filled me with despair and horror, and I felt my tears flow
anew, cascaded in torrents down my cheeks. The image of me, under him, as he
sprayed my delicate womb with his hot white sticky lust made me sick with
nausea. Oh God, I don't want my father's baby! This thought ran crazily
through my mind, and foolishly, I clench my ass muscles in a senseless
gesture of defense.
That did it! As my muscles clasped tightly around my
father's hard-driving, lust swollen cock, he threw back his head with a
guttural bellow, shoving his virility forward and into me in one last
furious thrust, plunging his cock head right smack deep into the crack of my
cervix. He held me tightly against him, as fat wads of his hot sticky spunk
jetted out, drenching inundating my insides full with his thick clinging
seed. On and on, his huge cock jerked and twitched to its completion, white
hot spurts of sperm foaming out the stretched lips around the base of his
cock, drenching the matted hair of our fused crotches.
"Noo! Oh, God, no,
no, nooooooo!" I was sobbing hysterically.
Finally, my father collapsed
in exhaustion over me. I laid there, sobbing softly, his weight on me. I
could still feel him deeply inside me, his cock twitching in the
aftereffects of coition. His weight was heavy. I could feel the scalding
hotness of his sperm, a fiery pool deep in my belly.
I laid there under
him for a few minutes. But his weight was too much. I twisted under him,
trying to squeeze out from under his mass. Groaning, he finally flipped
himself off me, his face red and perspiring profusely from exertion. A moist
sucking noise resounded in the room as his fat dripping cock slurped noisily
out of me. My eyes shot downward, watching as a string of creamy semen trailed out, as my pussy lips closed behind him. Gasping from his exertion,
he flipped over onto his back besides me, his chest rising rapidly up and
down.
Lost in my own misery, I lay there, prone on my back, my legs
spread vulgarly in the position my father had taken me, sobbing
softly.
After a while, he propped himself up on his elbow. I felt his
gaze on me, eyeing me up and down with satisfaction. His gaze lowered
triumphantly to my raw red glistening pussy, which gaped partially open.
He'd done that...stretch my tight near-virgin pussy open with his wide cock.
White frothy foam coated the lips and wet matted hair of my well-fucked
pussy.
"How'd it feel getting the 'ole in and out' from your daddy?" he
chuckled. "Guess you ain't so high and mighty now, huh? Heh!" he laughed,
his hand reaching forward, slipping between my damp thighs, to cup my tender
mound-even as I sobbed aloud in renewed despair. I felt his fat fingers
rudely probing into the folds of my swollen pussy. Ignoring my sobs, he
spanned out his fingers, rudely spreading apart my tender lips. Fascinated,
he watched as thick gulps of his creamy sperm oozed out. He gloated
lecherously over the copious amount of spunk he had pumped into his little
girl.
"Damn! Daddy really creamed BIG TIME inside of you, didn't he," he
chuckled, amidst my piteous sobs. "Your pretty little pussy must be just
FULL of Daddy's baby making sperm. Christ, but I'd be damn if little Timmy
doesn't get his birthday present after all!" he gloated.
He got up
off the bed. His now-flaccid penis shone wetly from our juices and his balls
hung low, depleted. Grabbing his shorts and underwear, he slipped them on in
front of me, even as his eyes roamed in satisfaction over my aching
body.
"C'mon, time to get a move on! It's almost six. I told Timmy we'd
be going out to dinner tonight. He picked up his shirt from the ground, and
pulled it on. Walking over to my dresser, he began opening the drawers and
rummaging around. He turned around, smiling. In his hands, he held a panty
liner. Walking back toward the bed, he picked up my panties from the ground,
and held them both out to me.
I looked at the liner and panties he
held before me, then at his grinning face. Slowly, I took my panties from
his outstretched hand, hoping he would leave now, but he just stood
there...waiting...and smiling. Resigned, I sat up, wincing in pain as I felt
a dull ache in my belly, from his deep thrusts. Under his lecherous gaze, I
donned my panties. He waited, expectantly, his hand outstretched, holding
the liner. Glaring back defiantly at him, I finally grabbed the panty liner,
slipping it under the crotch of my panties. As I slipped it on, I could feel
the sticky wetness of his warm spunk on my fingers, and I had to fight the
urge to vomit at the thought of all his sperm deep inside my womb.
He
stayed there in the room, watching me get dressed. We walked down the stairs together. Calling for Timmy, who was still playing outside, we all piled
into the car. Throughout dinner, I nibbled at my food, my appetite gone. All
I could feel was the burning feeling between my legs, and the escaping
wetness. I clenched my thighs tightly together, feeling more wetness seeping
down my thigh. My panties were drenched, the liner doing little more than
act as a dam against the torrent of sperm sloshing around inside me. My dad
kept eyeing me smugly. He was well aware of how uncomfortable I was; his
whole load of sperm dripping slowly out of me, and from his expression, he
was reveling in it.
When we got back home, I ran upstairs to take a
shower. I quickly removed my shorts. My panties were totally drenched,
looking almost sheer. I peeled them off, along with the lining. I looked
down; my crotch was a mess. My raw lips were red and puffy, glistening with
his jism. I sat down on the toilet, parting the lips of my vagina, and
watched as a river of his sperm oozed out. I considered douching, but knew
from health class that that would only increase the chances of pregnancy. So
I sat there, like before, coaxing as much as I sperm out as I
could.
Later on that night, as I was tucking in Timmy for the night, I
mentioned to him that it was going to be his birthday in two weeks, and
whether there was anything that he would like, and maybe he could pray to
God for it.
"Oh yes! I've been praying every night!" he said excitedly.
"I even told Dad about it, just so he could mention it to God in case God
didn't hear me, because I'm so little."
"What did you pray for," I
whispered, my voice suddenly hoarse.
"A baby sister!" he beamed. Johnny's
got a new sister, and she's the best thing! I was over there today, and they
even let me carry her a bit, and I didn't even drop her at all!"
I
smiled at his enthusiasm, even as tears filled my eyes. "Oh god, what ideas you must have given dad," I thought. But I could no more blame Timmy for it
than I could blame my mom for dying and leaving us with Dad.
"God
works in mysterious ways, dear. Sometimes he might not seem to be paying attention to you, but know that he's always looking out for you." I paused. "Timmy, even if God doesn't give you a little sister for your birthday,
who's to say you won't get one later on, in the future?".
"I know!"
he beamed up at me. "That's what Daddy says too. He says that I might almost
be seven before I get mine, but I'm willing to wait!".
That wasn't what
I'd meant, but the idea that my father had been talking to him so
matter-of-factly about him getting a baby sister brought a chill to my spine. "God, he really intends to get me pregnant."
I kissed Timmy
goodnight, walking out troubled. I didn't know what I would do if I got
pregnant. I didn't have enough money for an abortion, and I knew dad wouldn't allow me to get one.
He met me outside my bedroom door, as I
prepared to go to bed.
"So, did Timmy tell you about his birthday wish?"
he said mockingly. He chuckled aloud, as he saw as my face redden, positive
proof that I'd indeed spoken to Timmy about that very topic.
He
continued to stand there, blocking the doorway to my room. I tried squeezing past him, but his hands came up, gripping my arms tightly, and pulling me
toward him in a tight embrace.
"From tonight on 'til Timmy's
birthday, you'll be sharing my bed," he whispered gruffly in my ear. I gazed
up at him in shock. He couldn't be serious? But from his frozen expression,
I could see he was dead serious. He led me firmly down the hall, past
Timmy's bedroom, into his bedroom.
Locking the bedroom door behind him,
he turned around, facing me. "You know the drill. Clothes off...on the
bed...and spread 'em for daddy.
Afterwards, when he'd emptied himself
into me, he made me sleep with him in the 'spoon' position, his shrunken but
lengthy penis still deep inside me, as he drifted off to sleep, his arms
clutching me possessively. He woke up two more times during the night, hard
and thick within me, thrusting hotly into me until he'd emptied his seed
once again.
For the next two weeks, he basically kept me there in his
bed, fucking me whenever it fancied him. He ordered in takeout for lunch as
well as dinner, and left Timmy to play outside with the neighbour's kids. He
took delight in fucking me in various positions-from behind with me on all
fours, or missionary, or me on my back, legs resting on his shoulders while
he sank into me deeply. My pussy became a constant sticky mess, always slick
and dripping with his spunk. The bed sheets became indelibly stained with
cum stains, and the room reeked of raw sex. After the fifth day, I knew with
a hopeless certainty that I was going to be pregnant for sure, if not
already. He'd been fucking me right through the middle of my cycle, when I
was the most fertile. It excited him so much, to be grinding his fat cock
deep against my cervix, as he caressed my smooth taut belly. "Just think,
Janey," in a few months, your slim sexy belly is gonna get all big and
round. Knocked up by your own daddy! God!" he'd groan, as he emptied yet
another river of sperm into me.
He took particular delight in producing
unwanted orgasms from me, pointing them out, knowing how embarrassing and
humiliating it was for me. The first time I orgasmed was when he'd had me
sitting astride him, forcing me to slide up and down on his thick cock. He'd
already come three times that day, and was taking forever to come again. I
couldn't help it; I'd been riding up and down on his thickness for over half
an hour, and to my horror and utmost shame, I started to feel pleasure in my
loins. Minutes passed, and the pleasure reached a pinnacle, and I remember
gasping and shaking, feeling my pussy muscles convulsed around his thick
spurting cock. He knew immediately what had happened, and started roaring
out loud about how he could feel me cumming all over his cock. I broke down
in tears, my shame was complete.
Timothy's birthday came and went. Dad
finally let me sleep back in my room, but it was already too late. My period
never showed up. I was hysterical, while he strutted about the house, proud
as a peacock. He and Timothy talked excitedly about his baby sister, while I
locked myself up in the room, crying uncontrollably. The month of September
came and went, along with my plans to finish my senior year in high school.
I stayed home, not able to bear the thought of the great shame that I would
feel when the other kids begin to notice when my belly started swelling.
Timmy did start kindergarten though, and everyday, I walked him to school
and picked him up afterwards.
Since I was at home all the time now, with
Timmy gone most of the day, Dad's sexual interest in me flared anew. I
didn't even resist anymore. What was the point? He couldn't sully me any
more than I was already. As the weeks passed, I eventually lost my
inhibitions. After some time, I actually started fucking back. Trapped in
the house all day and night, there was really nothing else to do, so we
basically wound up fucking a lot. It got so, that just the sight of his
thick member was enough to get me wet. The weeks turned to months, and my belly began to swell with the life my Dad had created in me.
On a
Saturday morning, in April, I gave birth to healthy seven-pound girl. I named her Hope. Lying there, in the hospital bed, cuddling the delicate
bundle of warmth as she nursed on my breasts, sanity and reason--properties
which had abandoned me these past months-returned suddenly to me. I saw for
the first time, with clarity and rising disgust, how I'd become nothing more
than a mindless sex slave for my father. I had to end this cycle, or else it
would just wind up repeating itself over and over. If I continued down this
road, I knew for sure I'd only wind up getting pregnant again. All my dreams
of escaping with Timmy, and now Hope, would remain just
that...dreams.
I was a picture of perfect coolness and composure when my
dad stepped into the room to look at his newest daughter. When he reached
out for her, I looked him straight in the eyes, my eyes cold as
ice.
"Dad, it's over. I'm going away with Timmy and Hope, and you're not
going to follow us. If you do, I'll tell everyone about us. I'll tell them
how you raped me, and locked me up until you made sure I was pregnant. I'll
tell them about Hope."
He began to utter something back, but stopped
mid-sentence, as he saw the look in my face. His face paled, as he realized
from my dead-calm expression that I was entirely serious. I continued. "If
you don't want to get locked up for what you did to me, you'll leave it drop
and consider yourself lucky. I'll be back to the house in a few days to pack
up our stuff, then we'll be gone."
The room was silent. I spoke again,
this time a whisper. "Please leave. I'm tired." I said closing my eyes, and
dismissing him once and for all from my
life.
The
End
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