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Subject: Daughter's Duty (Mf, cons, young teen)
Date: Sun, 22 Aug 2004 13:33:44 -0700
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Daughter's Duty (Mf, cons, young teen)
I got home from school, relieved that it was Friday afternoon. Ninth
grade was so much harder than middle school had been. Dad got home
first, and was reclining lazily. Every part, but one, was limp. His
hard-on distorted the seam of his dress pants.
"Hey, sugar," he said with a grin.
I still get a sinking feeling when it's time to get Daddy off. He's so
big. I was hoping that I'd be home first today, because my shave-job is
starting to grow prickly, and I know better than to piss Dad off. "Hi,
Daddy."
His hand absent-mindedly traced the head of his cock. I reached up the
skirt of my school uniform and took my panties off. I straddled him,
guided his erection out of his fly and enveloped his prick. I hate
servicing him with my cunt, but I know better than to protest. I
bounced up and down on his semi-rigid penis.
"I'm bored," he announced. I put my head down in shame. He flipped on
a porn. Chills ran up my spine. It was the same one I remember....
I remember Dad breaking me in. It was about two weeks after Mommy's
funeral. My cousins whispered that Daddy might have done it on purpose,
but nobody knows who poisoned my Mom. Dad said that he missed Mom very
much, but I had to be the lady of the house now. He made me clean and
cook. We were eating meat loaf, and he had a funny grin. He said he
wanted to watch movies with me tonight.
We watched a movie on TV for a couple hours, and he kept cuddling with
me, even though something uncomfortable kept rubbing up against my butt
crack. Then he put the other movie on. It was a porn. I was 8, and
didn't understand what was going on. I saw my first penis, and said it
was gross. Daddy said I didn't have to watch. He grabbed my hand,
though, and rubbed it against the funny lump. He moaned, and then
unzipped his fly. He shoved my hand in, and made me jack him off a
while. The skin felt funny, moving with my hand, and so hot and bumpy
just beneath the surface.
But, he said he really, really needed my mouth. He made me kneel in
front of the bed. "Lick your lips real good, honey." I did. "Open
your mouth and then close your lips into a little 'o'. I did. He
pressed the head into my mouth. His big, strong hand guided my lips
down his shaft, and then back up. I repeated obediently a dozen or so
times.
He grunted, and murmured something about losing control. He grabbed a
fistful of my hair, and shoved my face against his pubic hair. I
gagged, and turned red; I couldn't breathe. He began thrusting in my
mouth for several minutes. "Mmmm...." He withdrew just enough so half
of his cum exploded into the front of my mouth, the stickiness wouldn't
go away. The rest was on my face. "You're my dirty girl, now.
I'll bet you don't want to do that again, right??"
"No, Dad. Don't put it in my mouth, okay?"
"For now. That means you'll let me put it somewhere else, right?" I
knew better than to say no to Daddy.
"Yes, Daddy." He watched the porn a bit longer, until he was hard
again. I was trying to keep swallowing to dilute the cum still stuck to
the inside of my mouth.
"Lay down, honey. Face up." I did. He pressed my thighs apart, and
lay on top of me. "Stretch them further, baby-girl." I did as much of
a split as an unflexible 8-year-old can. He guided the cockhead against
my opening. It hurt already.
"Sweety, it's gonna hurt a little bit, but it's gonna make Daddy feel so
good. It's worth it. And you promised." I had a tiny hole, and he had
to thrust a few times before he could even get a little ways in. Each
one hurt so much I wanted to cry. I think it was the fifth thrust that
tore my hymen. After a few minutes, he stopped paying attention to the
pained look on my face. He drove it all the way in, as fast and as hard
as he could.
"Mmmm… that's right. You're my girl. I'll do what I want. Uh-uh-uh."
Because he already finished once, he took a really long time to shoot
cum into my pussy. He told me I had to sleep in his bed that night.
The next night, I got into my nightgown early, hoping I could go to
sleep before Daddy could do the weird thing again. He said I couldn't
sleep in my own bed any more. I started to protest, but he gave a
forbidding look. He carried me to his room, and placed me on top of
last night's blood stain, and climbed on top of me. With the nightgown,
I had no clothing to protect me from his scary cock. "Please, no,
daddy…" He smothered me with his hairy chest and jammed his manhood
into me. Even after he was done, he fondled me in his sleep all night.
So, when I got home from school the next day, he said I had to take care
of his hard-on. I didn't even know what he meant. But, when he fished
his dick out of his fly and motioned to the piece of meat that had
caused me so much pain, I threw a tantrum. I cried, and I said he was
mean, and sick, and cruel.
"Listen here, bitch. I feed you, I pay for your schooling, and your
clothing, and the roof over your head. This," he flapped his swelling
erection, "Made you. You owe me. You will do whatever I say, or I'll
punish you, got it?"
"No, daddy, please."
"You're making me angry."
"I don't wanna, it hurts."
"Baby girl, I didn't want to have to punish, you, but now I have to."
He lay me face down on the coffee table. I thought he was going to
spank me. Instead, he positioned himself against my asshole. Dry.
"You're a big girl now, and when you disobey me, I might as well get
some satisfaction out of punishing you."
I didn't know that everything feels larger in the ass. I didn't know
how to relax my sphincters so it wouldn't hurt me. Instead, I gave him
the tightest fuck of his life: my virgin, unwilling anus. He shoved
past the inner gate, and probed my velvety rectum. Over excited, it
probably only took his five minutes to finish sodomizing me. But his
defilement seemed to be hours of burning pain as he thrust enthusiastically.
"One way or another, you will get me off, every day. If you get home
first, I want you to give me a blow-job before I can even take my shoes
off. When I get home first, you'll ride my prick. If not, I'll punish
you like this again. Understood?"
"Yes, Daddy."
The next day, I had a big test in school, and we had to do the mile run
in gym class. I got home very tired. "Remember what we discussed,
honey?" Daddy was very enthusiastic, and I had no energy to satisfy him.
"Yes, Daddy." He was sitting on the couch, dick already out for me. He
told me to kneel, facing him. And then to swing one leg over. He put
his hand around mine, and made me guide his cock into my tender
child-cunt. He supported my hips and showed me the best way to pleasure
him in that position. My thighs were already sore and I was drained,
but he'd slap my ass whenever I slowed down.
He pulled out with a sudden pop to jizz on my shirt. It soaked through
to my belly. He said I was a good girl.
The next day, I got home first. I heard him get out of the truck, so I
ran to the door. He unlocked the door, and I anxiously unzipped his
fly, pulled out Daddy's penis, and swallowed as much of his meat as I
could. This time, he jammed it down my throat just as he began to
ejaculate, pumping the nasty, sticky fluid into my tummy.
I was glad I didn't have to taste it.
He began to untie his shoes. "What's for dinner?" I told him it was
soup. He said that I was making too many packaged dinners, and that I'd
have to make up for it. I wasn't allowed to eat dinner. Daddy said,
"I'm going to eat all of the soup. And, while I do, you have to suck my
cock."
So, he sat down, and I squatted in front of him. My tongue traced the
sensitive underside, and the crown. I flicked over the head, coaxing
drop after drop of precum out of him. I bobbed until my neck was sore
(and oh, how my legs were burning) but he slurped his soup, slow and
casual, and complained about how it was too hot to eat it very quickly.
I think we shared dinner for over an hour. He had two dry orgasms; I
felt his legs stiffen and his toes curl. And the only time he did
anything to acknowledge that I was there at all was when he pulled his
soft cock out of my mouth to urinate all over my face. It was warm, and
stinky like beer.
From then on, I always got Daddy off, and I always had a good dinner
ready for him. I thought that maybe if I gave him my pussy and my
mouth, and obeyed him unconditionally, he wouldn't fuck my ass any more.
I was wrong.
He got home first that day. I took off my panties and licked my fingers
to prep my dry, young pussy. He said, "Wait." He got up and inspected
my mound. The first few whispy pubic hairs had grown in. He said we
had to celebrate a step toward womanhood. Instead of fucking me right
then, he made me start dinner, and went looking for Viagra.
By the time dinner was over, he was incredibly hard. He held me down
and nailed me fiercely. He said he had to fuck my cunt until it bled.
It took about 20 minutes of his long probe banging in the depths of my
vagina before red streaks appeared on the outside of his dick. He was
hurting me so much. It took him another 15 minutes to finish, because
of his little blue pill.
He called me dirty, and said I had to lick the blood off. That blowjob
turned into its own form of torture, as soon as friction against my lips
and tongue and pallet made him hard again. He jammed his dick into my
throat, trying to make me puke. But he'd been training me to swallow
his sword so long that he couldn't. He slapped both of my cheeks red,
and tears ran down my cheeks as he cut off my breathing. At last, I
gagged a little, around the head of his dick, pushing him past the point
of no-return. He finished, and explained how he hated that I was
growing up, and wanted to keep me young forever. He caressed my
innocent body, and my budding nipples. Then, he made me lay down on our
rug, face down. It's not a soft carpet. He climbed between my legs and
pushed my asscheeks apart. "Please daddy, no. Not there!" But I knew
he would anyway. He grunted as it popped all the way in.
He said every time I grew up a little, he'd be taking all my holes. All
my birthdays. And my first period. And after my first date. I was
terrified. He said I was his, and all my holes belonged to him alone.
He rubbed himself against my tight muscles, shuddered and collapsed. I
had rug burn on my cheeks and budding breasts.
He made me wash the shit off my dick, and his fingers wandered into my
holes while we slept together in his bed.
But he said I still didn't know that I was his alone. I guess he was
right. I missed a social studies exam one day, and went to Mr. Smith's
class room to find out about make ups. He said the exam was long, and
hard, and thick. He said there were a couple different choices... and
he smirked. Numb, thinking of myself as any man's fuck-toy, I didn't
look shocked, which was all the consent he needed. He locked the door,
pulled the shades, and whipped out his penis. It was shorter and fatter
than my Daddy's. Mr. Smith put on a condom; he didn't want to leave
evidence in my body. He guided me to lay down on the cold tile floor,
which gave me chills all over. He lifted my shirt, drew my panties to
one side, and entered me. I had a crush on Mr. Smith for a long time,
but watching him turn into a nasty animal was both scary and exhilarating.
He told me that he was making me a woman, not realizing that I had
already been used. He groaned about how the vagina is the only hole a
man should be using. He spurted into the barrier, said that I got an A
on the exam, and matter-of-factly tossed the dirty condom into the
trash. He put his dick away, and raised the curtains. He let me go.
I got home first, and knelt before daddy's cock when he arrived at 4pm.
But I hesitated. I said that someone told me that penises only belong
in cunts.
"Who said that?" He said, slapping me. I hesitated again. "Who was
it? He fucked you, didn't he? You fucking whore. You're not just mine
any more."
He douched me, even though I insisted Mr. Smith used protection. Then
he said I was too dirty to be used there for a while. He used my ass
unceremoniously, but then he said it wasn't enough. He got on the
phone. He called like 6 people. Two couldn't make it. He gave me an
enema, and locked me in the bathroom. For 8 hours, my bowels cleansed
themselves, and I paced in fear.
Daddy gave the men who showed up lots of beer. By midnight, they were
laughing riotously. Daddy let me out. He told them they all had to
fuck my asshole, but that only he was allowed to cum in me because I was
his girl.
Bob, the drunkest, waddled over to me first. He picked me up, set me on
the couch, shoved his dick in, and began pumping away. His hot jizz
splattered onto my naked belly.
Dad went next, making me give him a hand job resulting in a facial.
Watching Bob abuse me, he was already at an edge. It oozed down my
face, and I looked up and smiled, mustering as much fake-sincerity as I
could. I was scared, and just wanted Daddy to forgive me.
Bill got me on all fours before he took advantage of my Dad's
generosity. The other men cheered him on as he whipped out 9 inches of
veiny shaft.
Already opened, it hardly hurt at all. I could feel it struggling
against the curve in my intestines when he was all the way in. He liked
to thrust hard, and he liked to stop before orgasming so he could keep
going. During one of these breaks, my Daddy began to slap his own cock
against my face. He told me I was going to service his friend and offer
Daddy my throat. Bill was in me for at least 20 minutes, I could barely
feel his huge tool anymore. When he withdrew his cock, I felt like I
was taking a dump. His ejaculate shot in a forceful stream onto my back.
I kept sucking Daddy until I satisfied him, and guzzled every drop so
that maybe he'd be less mad at me. I felt like he was pretending to be
angry so he could degrade me more, but either way, I knew that I had to
gratify his every desire if I wanted to get back into his good graces.
Jake had a small dick, but he tried to make up for it. In trying to
make me suffer, he thrust rougher than any of the other men, and drew a
little blood from my sore ass. He didn't take very long, but wiped his
dick on my face while he finished, fountaining fresh cum mixed with the
residue of other men and my own blood.
Daddy said that I was so eager to offer him my pussy, and he should take
it. He tied my legs far apart, one to the couch and one to the table,
and inserted his prick. He jammed it in and out, over and over again,
the tears in my eyes only made him harder. He left his jizz in my cunt,
calloused about the possibility of making me conceive his next fuck-toy.
He graciously stepped away to give his friend another joy-ride.
Fred was the oldest, and made me sit on his lap, facing away. His cock
was wrinkled, and he lasted 67 minutes (they timed him). By the end, I
was remarkably sore. His clear fluid spouted onto my back, dripping
down on my legs.
Daddy said he had waited, how he wanted his buddies to tenderize my
asshole, and how he wanted to get rid of all his cum so he could abuse
my anus all night. He thanked his buddies, showed them the door, downed
another pill with some coffee, and leered at me.
He lay me over a chair and drove his prick into me. Forceful thrusting
into a cranky, sore, delicate hole. I sobbed. He turned me over
without withdrawing, and fucked me more. Slamming his pelvis against my
asscheeks. He grunted and groaned, straining simultaneously to fit his
dick into me in new ways, to punish me on nerves that had been
protected. However, Daddy ultimately just wanted to get off.
At last, 3 am, he absolved me of my infidelity. He said I could be his
good girl again, and that my body was for his pleasure only.
Yeah, he forces himself into all of my hole on my birthday, and
sometimes on he first day on my period if he's feeling extra horny, but
otherwise, I just get daddy off when I see him in the evening. I'm his
good girl; I ride his cock and make him come.