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tariq.1.rahim@spamgourmet.com (tariq rahim) wrote:
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>
> not written by me:
>
> Daddy Dearest
>
> I think the first time I really understood how men think about women was
> when in my father's car waiting for him to come back from the hardware
> store. Two men were standing next to it, unaware that I was even there.
>
> This girl walked by, older than me but still a teenager. She had tight,
> but not super tight jeans, and ignored the men as she walked down the
> street. I watched the men's heads turn around and their eyes lock onto
> her wiggling butt.
>
> "Maaaaan!" one of them said to the other.
>
> "Some ass," the other sighed.
>
> "Would I ever like to bend her over and stick my log up ass."
>
> "Me too, man. A wiggle like that oughto be rewarded."
>
> They watched her until she went around the corner, then moved off.
>
> I was kind of amazed. I mean, the girl wasn't even that good looking.
> Even at that age I figured I had a better body. So why had they been so
> excited about her?
>
> Well, I watched men a lot and soon realized that they were hot for damned
> near anything that moved and wasn't really fat or ugly.
>
> And that included me. Now that I was watching I caught eyes flicking at
> me when I walked by, even adult men. I purposefully wore tight pants and
> went to malls and busy streets just so men would stare at my ass.
>
> It made me hot. I felt wicked and wanton, and really sexy. I knew that it
> was wrong of me to act like that. I never wore really tight pants to
> school, for example, because I didn't want the other kids talking about
> me and calling me loose.
>
> I wasn't. I was still a virgin. But I was so terribly aware of how hot I
> was, and exquisitely excited whenever I caught men looking at me.
>
> I hated being a virgin, and really wished I had the courage to do
> something really wicked, but I didn't. My parents had given me the real
> conservative speech about sex being only for married people, and I felt
> too intimidated to try it.
>
> I was afraid the guy, whoever it was, would think I was a cheap whore,
> and worse, would tell everyone about it. Then my parents and teachers
> would find out and...
>
> Well, the only thing I had to get aroused was to come home after school,
> when my parents were away at work, put on tight, tight pants and a tight
> blouse, and go somewhere people didn't know me and guys could look at me.
>
> I knew they were thinking just like those men had been, thinking of how
> sexy I was and how they wished they could bend me over and fuck me.
>
> My jeans pulled up tight against my crotch, and as I walked, feeling
> slutty and hot, began to rub against my slit in a really pleasant way.
>
> This is how I first learned to masturbate. I came home after a long walk,
> stripped, and looked down at my pussy where the jeans had been rubbing so
> nicely, then ran my finger over my slit and began to rub that really hard
> spot at the top with my finger.
>
> Soon I was laying back on my bed with my legs apart, writhing and gasping
> in shocked delight, eyes wide as my lower body burned up with lust. My
> first orgasm was a stunning experience, and I gurgled in wondrous
> pleasure as it roared through my skull.
>
> My breasts were fairly large even then, but got much bigger over time.
> And by the next year they were thirty-eight C cups, and were really
> drawing the men. My ass was full and firm and round, and my waist tiny.
>
> I had a great teenage body, and revelled in it, masturbating constantly.
>
> Of course, I knew that was wrong too, and I felt guilty for doing it, but
> I couldn't stop. I had a small, narrow face with large seashell blue
> eyes. I was a natural blonde, and had let my hair grow long, so it hung
> half-way down my back.
>
> It was thick and shaggy and wild looking, except at the front where I had
> these cute bangs across my forehead. I loved to swing my head from side
> to side when I danced naked in front of my mirror, making my hair whip
> around wildly.
>
> I practised all kinds of lewd dances in front of my mirror, imagining the
> men looking at me like this, imagining how hot and horny they'd get if
> they could see me naked.
>
> I was still a virgin, though I had the wildest, sluttiest fantasies a
> virgin possibly could. A lot of them were rape fantasies. I found it hard
> to imagine letting a guy have sex with me, see, but if I were raped,
> well, then it wouldn't be my fault and I wouldn't have to feel guilty.
>
> So I constructed all kinds of elaborate rape fantasies where poor little
> me was lewdly used and abused by big, strong, well-hung men, sometimes by
> more than one at a time.
>
> I bought some of the sluttiest clothes, including micro mini- skirts,
> supertight jeans, short shorts, tight and low cut tops, and sexy, lacy
> lingerie.
>
> I had to hide it all in the attic so my parents wouldn't find it, but I
> wore it whenever they weren't around, even when I was alone in the house.
>
> I just felt so incredibly hot and sexy wearing that stuff. Even when I
> was wearing a plain old dress I liked to feel hot and slutty by wearing
> something really sexy, like a G-string and lacy black half bra or corset
> underneath.
>
> One day I put on a pair of really short tight nylon shorts and a tank top
> with no bra and got on my bike, then went riding in a local park.
>
> The tank top was really tight against my breasts, and had big arm holes,
> and with my arms forward, hands on the handlebars, half my breasts were
> bared to anyone I passed.
>
> One guy, who looked cute enough and was maybe ten years older than me,
> drove up behind me and passed me real slowly. I carefully did not look at
> him, but felt soooo hot because I was absolutely sure his eyes were on
> the side of my right breast, much of which was clearly visible through
> the armhole of my tank top.
>
> I dared to flick my eyes aside for an instant and saw out of the corner
> of my eyes that he was indeed looking down at my chest. I trembled a
> little, and my breasts swelled excitedly.
>
> Then he passed me and drove on. When I drove home I stripped and spread
> my legs and began jerking off. In my mind, things had been different. I
> fantasised that he'd driven me off the path and into some bushes, then
> jumped on top of me and torn my clothes off.
>
> He had loomed over me as his big cock had plunged in to my virginal honey
> pot, and he had raped away my cherry with wild, furious strokes.
>
> I was so excited by the fantasy I grabbed my hairbrush and jammed the
> handle into my snatch. I intended to only pump it in a little, but I got
> so hot I had thrust it in so hard and deep it had ripped my cherry apart.
>
> I came furiously, bucking and humping as I slid the entire handle into my
> quacking pussy slit all the way to the handle.
>
> Which was when my father walked in, having come home unexpectedly from
> work because of a boiler problem there.
>
> My father was a large, square-jawed man and very religious. He was the
> only person I knew of who actually watched those religious shows on TV
> and took them seriously, sometimes saying "Amen," along with the
> preachers and audiences there.
>
> He said that sex was the devil's tool, and that righteous men only had
> sex with their wives, and only for the purpose of having babies. I was an
> only child, so I guessed that meant he hadn't had any sex with my mother
> since I was born.
>
> When he opened the door I was just in the midst of coming. My legs were
> wide apart, my feet flat on the bed, and my back arched as I pulled my
> head way back and gurgled in pleasure. One hand was squeezing my breast
> while the other was pumping the hairbrush into my sopping wet gash as
> hard and fast as I could make it move.
>
> Well, I guess he just stood there gaping at me, watching that hairbrush
> pumping into my slit, and my heavy breasts jiggling and shaking.
>
> What I think was that with my head pulled back so far, from his angle he
> couldn't see my face. Maybe because of that he saw me as a woman for the
> first time, saw my soft thighs, dripping snatch, round full breasts and
> erect pink nipples, and saw me as tits and ass.
>
> And when I finally went limp and rolled my head forward and saw Daddy
> staring at me with his jaw slack, he had a big hard bulge in his crotch
> that gave pretty ample evidence that what he'd seen had turned him on
> plenty.
>
> Well I was stunned. My brain had hardly gotten back on track from that
> fantastic come when the shock of seeing my father standing a few feet
> away staring at me. Talk about overload!
>
> I just stared back at him while he stared at me.
>
> "You God damned whore!" he shouted finally.
>
> My entire body flushed dark red as I tried to sit up and cover my flesh
> with my hands and arms. Daddy rushed forward and his open hand lashed
> forward, smacking me right in the face. It hit me like a train, flinging
> me backwards onto my back again, setting my ears ringing, and dazing me
> enough that I just lay there for a few seconds, all spread out and naked,
> the hairbrush still buried in my pussy.
>
> He leaned over, grabbing me first by the wrist, and yanking me up, then
> by the hair. I screamed in pain as he yanked me forward by the hair and
> flung me against the wall. I hit it hard and bounced back, half turning
> only to meet his open hand again, slapping me right across the face.
>
> I spun around and hit the wall once more, then fell sideways onto the
> floor.
>
> "You filthy slut! Is this how you act when you're alone! Is this the kind
> of daughter I've raised!? Are you nothing more than a filthy little
> tramp!?"
>
> I groaned, tasting blood in my mouth as I tried I pushed myself to my
> knees. Then I screamed again as he grabbed a handful of hair and dragged
> me roughly to my feet. he shoved me back against the wall, his face red
> and eyes bulging.
>
> "You whore!" he screamed into my face.
>
> "I'm not a whore, daddy!" I sobbed.
>
> "You think I don't know a whore when I see one!? Laying there with your
> filthy legs apart and abusing yourself with a hairbrush!!?"
>
> He slapped my face, then backhanded it the other direction, then slapped
> it again. I saw stars as my head whipped from side to side.
>
> "You are a worthless whore!!"
>
> "Then how come you got a hard-on!?" I sobbed.
>
> Well, of course I wasn't thinking straight. I mean, my mind was all
> flustered and dazed from being slapped and the shock and humilation of
> being caught like that. I think half of his mad was because of that
> hard-on, and my pointing it out made his eyes bulge so wide I thought for
> a second they would pop right out of his skull.
>
> He grabbed my throat and squeezed, then started shaking me violently, so
> my hair whipped up and down. He twisted me and flung me against the wall.
> The back of my head hit it and I tumbled to the floor, stunned.
>
> "You filthy creature!" he hissed. "It is women like you who turn men from
> the righteous path! Flaunting your nudity before good men and true!"
>
> He unbuckled his belt and pulled it out of the loops of his pants, then
> slashed it down across my back. I cried out in dazed pain, laying on my
> belly with my hands under me trying to lift myself up.
>
> The belt lashed across my shoulders again and I sobbed as it flung me
> down. Again and again the belt whipped across my back as I tried to claw
> my way to my knees. I got up as far as all fours when he lashed out with
> his foot, smacking it into my belly so hard it lifted me right up into
> the air, flung me sideways, and turned me over so I fell onto my back.
>
> I choked and coughed, the wind knocked out of me by the cruel blow. He
> loomed over me and swung the belt down, and it lashed right across my
> right breast. The pain cut into me like a knife, but all I could do was
> gasp and cough and try to pull air into my empty lungs.
>
> Again the belt lashed down, this time across my left breast. I mewled and
> gurgled in pain, rolling from side to side as I tried to evade the belt.
> It lashed down again and again, across my belly, across my breasts,
> across my thighs.
>
> He grabbed me by the hair and dragged me on my belly across the room to
> my bed, coughing and gasping and sobbing in pain all the way. He
> literally lifted me up by the hair and threw me across the wooden
> crossbar at the foot of my bed.
>
> I grunted and clutched my belly, finally starting to get some air into
> me. Then he doubled up the belt and lashed it right across my ass. It
> hurt a lot more doubled up then it had before, and I sobbed and gasped in
> pain as it whipped down repeatedly.
>
> As I got air back into me I cried out louder, begging him to stop, but
> you know what, that damned hairbrush, even after all that, was still
> embedded in my tight, tight pussy, and it was wiggling and shaking at him
> as he whipped my ass, and driving him to a feverish pitch of fury and
> horniness.
>
> The more he whipped my ass the more it jerked and jumped. The more my ass
> jerked and jumped the more the hairbrush shook and bounced. The more the
> hairbrush moved around the harder his cock got. And the harder his cock
> got the angrier my father became.
>
> Finally he stepped forward and grabbed the hairbrush to rip it out of my
> pussy. I felt his hand on it, and then it was like his hand was
> trembling, and the brush kind of twisted inside me. He pulled it
> backwards, but my pussy was really clutching it tight, and just as he had
> it almost all the way out he paused and then thrust it home again.
>
> "Bloody whore!" he snarled, his voice shaking. "Is this what you like!?
> Is this what kind of girl you are!?"
>
> He jerked the thing back, then thrust it deep again, then again, then
> again, fucking me with the hairbrush handle. He was cursing me, and
> pretending that he was fucking me with the handle as a punishment, but
> even then I knew, I just knew that he was doing it because it turned him
> on, because it made him hot and hard to fuck my tight pussy with the
> handle of the hairbrush.
>
> And I didn't mind, because though it hurt it didn't hurt anything like
> what the belt did, and any respite from the beating was welcomed. But as
> he raped my pussy with the hairbrush handle, and pretended that it was a
> punishment, it suddenly hit my dazed mind that he was just like me.
>
> I mean, he needed to make excuses, needed to pretend, needed to be the
> righteous good man, but at the same time get his jollies from my lush
> naked flesh.
>
> He started slapping my ass with his bare hand as he fucked me with the
> hairbrush. He snarled and cursed at me, calling me whore and slut, but
> when he paused in his spanking he let his hand lay across my hot, red ass
> cheeks, and left his other hand on the hairbrush so the side of his fist
> was pressed against my juicy wet pussy.
>
> "Are you sorry before God for your filthy behaviour!?"
>
> "Ye...y...yes, da...daddy," I sobbed.
>
> He pulled the hairbrush back slowly, and then pushed it back in.
>
> "I think your problem is the problem of all females," he muttered.
>
> He pulled the hairbrush out of me and then I felt his hand on my pussy,
> cupping and squeezing it.
>
> "This is the problem," he said. "This is the devil's playground. It
> controls your thoughts and your actions. It makes you behave like a
> wanton tramp because it wants satisfying."
>
> His hand was squeezing and kneading my damp pussy as he talked, and I was
> sniffling and rubbing my face and feeling stranger and stranger. I mean,
> ever since I'd discovered sex I'd been fantasizing about men seeing my
> naked body and getting hot and horny, and now I was naked and bent over
> with a man fondling the most private and secret and sensitive part of my
> anatomy.
>
> Okay, yes, it was my own father. But he sure wasn't acting like a father
> should. No father should be groping and squeezing his daughter's pussy
> like he was doing.
>
> And maybe...maybe because I couldn't see him, maybe I fantasised a little
> that it was someone else, some big nasty man who had ripped my clothes
> off and beaten me as a prelude to rape.
>
> And maybe...maybe because he couldn't see my face, because, like when
> he'd come in the room all he could see were my slim, wonderfully
> contoured legs, my perfect round ass, and my soft, seeping, golden furred
> pussy, maybe Daddy kind of forgot who it was here as well, kind of forgot
> it was his daughter and not some hot piece of ass.
>
> Neither one of us forgot really, of course. It was just that at the
> moment I welcomed his hand. I would've welcomed anything other than the
> belt, for my whole back and ass and even my belly and most especially my
> boobs were aching and throbbing from its touch.
>
> And as for Daddy, I guess he managed to somehow argue his way around the
> fact that I was his little girl and pretend that was he was doing was
> right for me, that it would help me somehow. I don't know. I can't read
> minds. All I know is even as he squeezed and rubbed my pussy, and told me
> how it was the source of all evil, I heard his zipper going down.
>
> I felt his cock pressing against my thigh. I knew what it was right away.
> It was too soft, and yet too hard. It sure wasn't his finger. It rubbed
> against my inner thigh as he squeezed my pussy, and his cursing about how
> my pussy was the source of the devil and had to be satisfied became
> strained mutters.
>
> I felt the head of his prick press against my pussy and rub softly up and
> down the cleft. I started to get the stunned, shocked idea that maybe
> he'd...maybe he would...but surely he wouldn't...
>
> Then the pressure grew, and he sank it through my pussy lips, forcing
> them aside, forcing them wider and wider. I gasped in pain, for I'd just
> busted my cherry with the handle of the brush, and that handle was the
> only thing that'd ever gone into me.
>
> His cock was a lot thicker than the handle, and it was straining my pussy
> wider and wider as he slowly forced it into me.
>
> "Ooohh! OoH! Uhhhg! Daddy! Daadddyyy!" I whined.
>
> "Filthy whore! You have to learn," he gasped between clenched teeth.
> "I'll...I'll teach you...I'll...Uhhhg!"
>
> His cock thrust in sharply, driving several inches further into my tight
> pussy tunnel, going further than the hair brush had and opening up the
> soft flesh deep inside my cunt. I could only moan and clutch the sheets
> as my pussy burned with pain and a crackling sexual fire.
>
> I felt his throbbing manhood driving even deeper, and felt my belly
> churning and chewing on it as it slid deep inside me. I was amazed at how
> deep it was going, and shuddered in uncontrollable heat and lust. I had a
> real cock way up in my puss and I felt my body glorying in it.
>
> He jerked back, and his pussy tore along my flesh, then he thrust in
> harder and his cock was buried in my twat, his groin mashed against my
> aching, bruised buttocks. He slapped my ass, making me cry out in pain,
> then ran his hands up and down my body with feverish haste, clutching and
> squeezing as he ground his hips against me.
>
> "You need this, slut!" he snarled. "You need a man up your belly! You
> filthy whores can't get by in life without plenty of cock meat inside
> you!"
>
> He jerked his hips back, tearing his big cock back down my sore pussy
> tunnel, then thrust in hard, driving his cock balls-deep once again. I
> groaned and trembled, the heat of pleasure and the heat of pain mixing
> together inside me and melding seamlessly.
>
> As he started to fuck me I lost track of what was pleasure and what was
> pain. I couldn't tell the difference any more. My body was burning up,
> and my mind was flooded with fiery heat.
>
> He slammed into me hard, making the bed shake and rattle as he hammered
> his loins into my upturned buttocks. He showered me with cruel and
> vicious insults, calling me foul and horrible names as he raped me. His
> cock was a triphammer, slamming up and down inside me, the head punching
> against my cervix on every stroke.
>
> Fire flashed across my mind and I came, powerfully. Convulsions wracked
> my body as floods of sexual gratification poured over me. My body heaved
> and my guts twisted as the orgasm went on and on.
>
> Finally it eased, and I whimpered exhaustedly, yet my father's hardness
> kept pounding into my belly. His hips kept smashing into my buttocks. His
> hands kept roaming my body, squeezing and kneading every inch of flesh
> within his reach.
>
> He slid his hands under my chest and groped my breasts, his fingers
> sinking deeply into the soft, tender meat, squeezing and mashing them
> together, groaning as he pinched and pulled at my nipples and crushed my
> titties between his fingers.
>
> I felt myself heaving, then came again. A blinding orgasm ripped through
> my body without warning, and I choked and gurgled insanely, my mind
> tossing and turning, twisting and bobbing in the relentless flooding
> sexual ecstasy that was pouring into me.
>
> I'd never felt a come anywhere near as powerful, and was shocked and
> intoxicated by the massive, quaking climax. My mind spun and my body
> locked tightly, trembling like a leaf in a high wind. I couldn't breath,
> couldn't think.
>
> Then I dropped out of it, gulping in air to ease the burning in my chest.
> I was still shaking and jerking furiously under my father's furious
> pounding rape. He clawed at my breasts as he gasped and groaned, and then
> I felt his sperm shooting into me, waves of it pouring down my pussy
> tunnel and into my womb.
>
> I moaned and wept and whined in delirious, exhausted heat, squeezing my
> pussy down around his prong until every last drop had been sucked down
> into my belly.
>
> Daddy staggered back, gasping and red-faced, shaking his head as he
> slowly did up his pants. He stared at me, but showed no regret. I moaned
> piteously and he glared, hardening his mind against me, refusing to admit
> even to himself that he had done a wicked thing by raping his own
> daughter.
>
> "That'll give you a taste, you little tramp," he gulped. "That's what
> you're in for as a slut. That's exactly what you deserve too. I'm
> gonna...gonna make sure you learn...God's truth. You're not gonna taunt
> men with your filthy flesh and indecent thoughts no more!
>
> "I'll see to it! Don't you worry! I'll break you of your vile and
> perverted ideas! Even if I have to break every bone and strip every inch
> of flesh off your foul and whorish body!"
>
> Daddy turned and left, slamming the door behind him. I remained bent over
> the footboard of the bed, groaning weakly, my legs still spread wide. My
> ass ached, as did my back, and many other parts of my body, but a soft,
> glowing satisfaction rested between my legs and deep in my belly.
>
> After a minute or two I managed to push myself erect. I held the bed for
> support as my rubbery legs threatened to fold up beneath me, then reached
> a hand down between my legs. I slid two fingers into my pussy hole and
> spread my lips, groaning as I felt my father's sperm oozing out.
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