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"You're taking my maidenhead!"
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Could you think of a gayer thing to say???
"Nikki" <@.comNikki> wrote in message
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>
> SARA AND ME (MfMM, incest, nonconsent, anal, vaginal penetration, oral)
>
> BY CC
> cc2@afreeinternet.com
>
> SMACKK! My hard hand spanked my little girl directly on her cleft, and she
> cried out, "AAAH!" My other hand insinuated between the cheeks of her
bottom
> and pierced, penetrated, and probed her anus, as I continued to punish her
> tender sex. She moaned, and writhed, clearly nearing climax. Noticing
this,
> I pushed her back onto the bed, and, positioning my rod at her unfledged
> cleft lips, I thrust deeply into her virgin girlhood. She nearly screamed,
> crying out, "Oh, Daddy, you're raping me! You're taking my maidenhead! Oh,
> DADDY! AAAAAH!" In a few strokes she was coming, her little hips pushing
> up almost against her will to better receive the punishment- rape. Even
after
> she was spent I continued to rape her abused cleft for a few more minutes
> as she trembled and whimpered, until I finally deigned to empty myself at
> her cervix. Then I collapsed over her, covering her little body with mine.
>
> After a few minutes she pushed me halfway off and sat up, saying, "Wow,
that
> was something! But we're gonna have to be more careful, Hon; we're gonna
> wake up the baby!" I just grinned at my wife. I knew her too well by now;
> quiet wasn't on the agenda when we played "Daddy's little girl gets
punished"!
>
> Our relationship was so fine; little was I to know that it would end so
prematurely
> and sadly, yet even so have such a wonderful silver lining...
>
> We actually had no children ourselves; the "baby" was her 5-year-old
niece,
> her sister's child. The sister birthed her out-of-wedlock, the father
nowhere
> to be found, and then fairly promptly died a drug- associated death to no
> one's surprise, leaving the baby with my wife-to-be. I'm sure much of what
> attracted her to me was my willingness to take on an "instant family" and
> be a father to her little niece. Nearly everyone we met, at church or
store
> or wherever, assumed she was my own child.
>
> Meanwhile my wife and I developed our game of "Daddy and daughter",
cranking
> our sex life into overdrive! At the same time she seemed to have no
problem
> with me in the role of "Daddy" for her little niece. She encouraged me to
> take part in her care, including bathing and discipline. Little Sara got
> a paddling pretty frequently, being a normal, active child. Whenever I was
> home my wife expected me to "take a hand", literally! If she could tell
how
> hard it made me, having pretty Sara over my knee, my hand reddening her
little
> bottom, or washing and drying her sweet little body, she never let on. Of
> course she never even came close to encouraging any action beyond that,
nor
> was I about to try anything, since we didn't live in a country that
allowed
> either polygamy or underage marriage.
>
> But all this changed quite suddenly when my wife died in a car wreck, just
> miles from our house. I was home with Sara at the time. I won't go into
the
> details of the grief, the questions from Sara, the recovery period. They
> don't bear remembering.
>
> I wondered if there would be any problems about Sara staying with me, but
> I said nothing to anyone else, and no one said anything to me. She had no
> other relatives closer than a second cousin, as far as I knew, and no one
> else had taken an interest in her. She looked on me as her daddy, anyway.
>
> By the time I started taking an interest in life again, she was around 7,
> and cute as a button. I became aware of a few minor but troublesome
behavior
> patterns that had set in. Nothing really serious, but it was time to
reestablish
> discipline. I had been remiss, wallowing in my grief. I had to put a stop
> to it, so I "took her in hand".
>
> "Sara!" I called her to me one evening after a day of occasional minor
mischief.
> She came, but in a dilatory fashion that was not appropriate obedience at
> all, at all! I grabbed her arm as she came in range and pulled her right
> down over my lap. I tossed up her dress and pulled her panties down to her
> knees. "Young lady," I lectured, "you've been out of line for a while, and
> it's high time I put a stop to it. This is just the beginning!"
>
> With that I commenced to give her a brisk, business-like spanking,
bringing
> cries to her lips and tears to her eyes before I was done. After it was
over
> I rubbed her bottom for a while, soothingly, then gave her a big hug,
enjoying
> the feel of her clinging to me, staining my shirt with her tears, but
clearly
> accepting, even forgiving me for punishing her. It seemed to improve her
> behavior for a while, too, not that there was that much to improve on to
> begin with. She really was a good little girl; she just got carried away
> sometimes.
>
> As time went on I continued to punish her frequently. Soon it was nearly
> every day. I varied it a bit; a spanking here, a switching on her thighs
> there, occasionally my belt on her thighs and bottom. I really didn't
punish
> her hard, never leaving more than a faint red mark that faded slowly.
Sometimes
> I almost suspected that she purposefully misbehaved in some way, so as to
> earn herself a spanking. And I always finished up by rubbing wherever I
punished
> her. Naturally I was stiff as a board by the time I let her up!
>
> At ten, she had developed into a stunning preteen. Long, silky hair, the
> face of an angel, and a body that was heartbreakingly slender, barely
flaring
> at the hips, nipples only slightly larger than they were at seven. She was
> completely adorable. Sweet and smart, fun to be around, she really gave me
> no trouble at all with her schoolwork (she was homeschooled), going to
church,
> or cleaning up her room.
>
> I still managed to find some excuse or other to punish her almost daily.
> It was around that time that her punishments began to...migrate. I found
> myself using the belt on her more and more, purposefully angling it so
that
> the end snapped against her anus or girlcleft. Like I said, I never
whipped
> her hard, but her response to her punishment began to be very stimulating
> to me. She would tremble, and moan, and seem to push her little bottom out
> to receive my hand, or tilt her slender pelvis forward for the belt on her
> vulva.
>
> After a while I made no pretense of punishing her sexually "by accident".
> After a typical bare bottom spanking, I would often order her to strip
naked,
> and stand up with her legs apart, giving her a half-playful smack on her
> bottom to motivate her. Then I would punish her with various implements:
> hand, belt, a wooden spoon on her little cleft; occasionally even a riding
> crop across her nipples. When I rubbed her afterwards, my hands meandered
> from her bottom and thighs to her chest, pinching and tweaking her nipples
> and breast buds, then pressing insistently against her bottomflower and
girlcleft,
> as her breath came ragged and short. I don't think she ever actually came
> during her "punishments", but she seemed close to it.
>
> You wouldn't believe the temptation I was under to simply rape her and be
> done with it, or at least use her mouth to relieve myself. But, as bad as
> my actions may have been, I didn't want to go over that line. I could
always
> fool myself into thinking that what I did to her could somehow be
legitimate
> punishment, even though at some level I knew it wasn't. Still, something
> had to give.
>
> I guess subconsciously I was testing the waters. At any rate, I began to
> mention to Sara that I was thinking about getting married again. Of course
> I had no one in particular in mind, and if she'd thought about it, she
should
> have known that nothing like that would happen anytime soon. I hadn't even
> had a date since her aunt had died.
>
> I suppose it was predictable. "Daddy," she asked one night, right after I
> had given her a quick spanking before bed, "Why do you want to get married
> again?"
>
> "Well, punkin, it's kinda hard to explain. But a man sort of needs a wife
> around, to help him and keep him company and stuff," I replied.
>
> "But you've got me around!" she proclaimed, indignantly, "And I can help
> out a lot! Don't you like having me around?" she added, mournfully (and
manipulatively!).
>
> "A brat like you? Why should I like that?" I responded, winking, and
grabbed
> her and tickled her until she lay sprawling on the floor, giggling. I
flopped
> down beside her and we lay there together for a while, with an occasional
> tickle and giggle thrown in.
>
> Suddenly she popped up on her elbows, looked at me seriously, and said,
"I'll
> be your wife! You don't need anybody else!"
>
> Well! With an opening like that, how could I resist?! But I wanted her to
> think about this carefully, to be aware of the significance. "Honeypie,"
> I said solemnly, "Do you really know what that means?"
>
> She looked at the floor for a moment. Then she looked up at me shyly and
> said softly, "It means you get to rape me, doesn't it?"
>
> The question hung in the air between us, revolving lazily. My head buzzed.
> I could barely breathe. Vertigo, and a sudden jolt of...joy pierced me, so
> sharp it almost was nauseating. "Yes, it does," I finally managed to
croak.
>
> I think she might have mistaken my pallor, sweat, and unsteadiness as
displeasure.
> She got up slowly and said, "I know, but you don't want me 'cuz I'm so
little
> and not sexy like big girls." She turned and trudged off towards her room.
>
> I've never been a sprinter, but I think I could have beaten any Olympic
champion
> from the floor to her side that day! I took her in my arms and held her
for
> a while. Then I looked into her sweet, trusting, sad eyes, and poured out
> my heart to her. How I loved her, and wanted to cherish her and be with
her
> always. How I desired her sweet little body. How there was no one else in
> the world I would rather marry than her. The look on her face was worth
more
> than all the jewels in the world, as she flung herself into my arms in a
> fierce embrace while I buried my face in her hair.
>
> She pulled back for a moment and looked up at me. "You'll still punish me
> when we're married, won't you?" she asked, astonishing me again. I pushed
> the haze out of my head long enough to acknowledge that, yes indeed, I
would
> punish her after we were married! Then ensued more hugging, and tender
little
> kisses.
>
> After a while I whispered in her ear, "You know you've been a naughty
girl,
> and you need to be punished, don't you?" I nearly held my breath, waiting.
>
> After a long beat, she just said, "Yes, Sir."
>
> I stood her up, bent her under my arm, and gave her a brisk, business-like
> spanking, WAPWAPWAPWAPWAP! She whimpered and yelped, "AAAH! OHOHOH! AAA!"
> as she danced from foot to foot.
>
> I stood her back up, and unceremoniously pulled her dress over her head,
> and her panties down to her ankles, and commanded her to kick them off.
Now
> she stood in only her knee socks and loafers, looking like an angel in
despair
> after her spanking. I pulled my belt off and ran it through my fingers as
> she looked on, eyes widening, trembling in anticipation. I strolled around
> her naked form, slapping my doubled-up belt in my palm, admiring her slim
> hips, flat chest with nipples barely breaking the plane, cute little
bottom,
> and most darling of all, her unfledged girlcleft peeping out from between
> her slender thighs.
>
> Suddenly I swung the belt onto the backs of her thighs, SWAP! "OH!" she
cried
> out, and then, "AAA! OOOOO! AH-AH-AH!" as I continued to whip her thighs
> and bottom. I took the strap-end of the belt and paddled her nipples with
> it, SMAKSMAKSMAK! "AAAAAH! OO-OO-OO-OO!" she cried out wildly. Soon her
nipples
> were erect and fetchingly reddened. I paused for a moment to seize her
little
> nipples and breast buds, kneading them and working them as she moaned and
> writhed.
>
> I picked her up and carried her lithe form to the bedroom. Laying her on
> the bed I quickly fastened my mouth to her nipples, sucking and nibbling.
> Moving south I found her jewel of a navel, and blew a flurbish into it,
making
> her squeal and giggle. Then my mouth slid down, down, to her maidenhood.
> I probed her with my tongue, pressing firmly against her hymen, making her
> cry out. Then I caught her clitoris in a long, excruciating bite between
> tongue and teeth.
>
> She began to come. I quickly stood up and brought the belt down across her
> swollen, glistening cleft lips. She nearly screamed as she bucked up and
> down in the throes of her little preteen orgasm. As she shuddered out the
> last of it I swept her up in my arms and held her close. She clung
fiercely
> to me, her tears staining my collar as her tremors slowly subsided. After
> a while I lay her gently down on the bed, kissed her forehead, and
whispered,
> "Good night, little love." She was asleep before I pulled the covers to
her
> chin.
>
> The next day I swiftly set in motion plans I had been working on for some
> time, in hopes that she would be...receptive. Having researched the
marriage
> laws in various countries, I moved us to ******, and bought a secluded
villa
> equipped with adequate security apparatus and well water. I located a
justice
> of the peace who, with well-greased palm, was willing to marry us.
>
> When we got home I enfolded her in my arms for a long time, just reveling
> in the knowledge that she was completely mine. The top of her head came to
> the middle of my chest. I knuzzled her hair as she buried her face in my
> shirt. But I couldn't bear to wait much longer. I disentangled myself from
> her arms, and whispered in her ear, "You know you've been a naughty girl,
> don't you?" She nodded, shyly. "And naughty girls have to be punished,
don't
> they?" She just hung her head, peeping up at me through her lowered
lashes.
>
> I bent her under my arm and tossed up her skirt. Her bottom gleamed bare
> in the light; I had ordered her not to wear any panties.
SMACK-SMACK-SMACK!
> I paddled her rapidly, alternating from one cheek to the other. She
whimpered
> and moaned, "Oh, Daddy, please! Oh, please, my bottom!" as the redness
appeared.
>
> I stood her up and stripped her unceremoniously, leaving her naked in
front
> of me. She blushed prettily, down to the tips of her little breasts, just
> barely breaking the plane of her chest; not breasts at all, really, only
> nipples on top of breast buds. I took I had cut previously, and snapped it
> across the front of her thighs, SWAK! She jumped and cried out, "AAA!" and
> then, "OH! AH! OOOO!" again and again as I switched her repeatedly, on her
> thighs, front and back, her already-punished bottom, and then her nipples.
> She yipped and yiped at the sting, "AH! Daddy, my little breasts! OOO!" I
> paused every now and then to admire the network of thin red lines left by
> her punishment, before they faded rapidly.
>
> I laid her down on a couch, widely spread, and brought the switch down
sharply
> onto her unfledged girlcleft, SWACK! "AAAAAAA!" she nearly screamed, and
> "OOO-OOO-OOOOH!" as the switch whistled through the air to punish her
little-girlhood
> again and again. Then I turned her over to knee-chest position, and gave
> the same treatment to her tender, delicate anus as she wailed and sobbed.
>
> I cast away the switch, and let my hands roam over her body, as she
remained
> in knee-chest. I found her little nipples and toyed with them, tweaking
and
> pulling them, pinching and twisting as she sucked air in through her
teeth,
> then softly moaned, "SSSS-oooo!" I lubricated my right hand fingers and
pierced
> her anus, with first one, then two, and finally with three fingers,
penetrating
> and probing her, while my other hand seized her clitoris and cleft lips,
> kneading and working them. A steady stream of moans and gasps were torn
from
> her lips. Soon she was bucking, and her cleft lips were moistening. I gave
> her a few firm spanks on her anus and cleft, and she began to come.
>
> I raised up over her and plunged my lubricated rod into her preteen
bottomflower,
> raping her of the miadenhood of her anus. She screamed briefly, then
panted
> hoarsely as I began to work my tool in and out of her, withdrawing almost
> to the tip, then plunging to the hilt as she quivered and spasmed. I
continued
> to molest her clitoris as I raped her, and soon she was over the top
again.
> I let go, and poured my seed into her rectum. Then we collapsed on the bed
> together, panting and murmuring.
>
> I took her into the shower. She moaned and struggled briefly as I firmly
> scrubbed her cleft and anus with a terry washcloth, so I pressed her
nipples
> and cleft against the cold tile and paddled her sharply on her bottom,
thrust
> three soapy fingers into her abused anus and probed her, then quicly
withdrew
> and smacked her on her cleft. She sobbed, "Oh, Daddy, please, I'll be
good!"
> She held still for the rest of her scrubbing, and for the vigorous
toweling
> she received, firmly massaging her tender nipples, cleftlips, and anus as
> she trembled and whimpered.
>
> I covered her cleft with my hand, lifted her up that way, carried her to
> the bed, and fastend my lips to her vulva. As I tongued her
already-punished
> little-girlhood, her cries intensified, from soft little coos at first, to
> hoarse cries as her slender hips began to move almost against her will.
>
> It was time. I stood up, towering over her petite form, positioned my rod
> at the opening of her little womb, then plunged in, raping her of her
maidenhead
> with one stroke, driving for her cervix, as she screamed and writhed
underneath
> me. I lay buried in her for a few minutes, my rod throbbing in her abused
> vagina, as her distress died down to the occasional sob and sniffle. I
couldn't
> believe how tight and sweet her little girlhood was. I began to rape her
> in earnest, long slow strokes that took her breath away, then harder and
> quicker, grinding my pubic bone against hers, as she cried out
rhythmically
> with each thrust, "AAA-AAA-AAA-AAA!"
>
> Soon the stretching and stimulation of her abused clitoris made itself
known.
> Her cries became more intense and wild, her little hips moved of their own
> accord, and then I was treated to the sight, sound, and feel of a little
> preteen climaxing as I raped her, my hard rod buried deep within her.
>
> In the afterglow she lay in my arms, content, nearly asleep, a pretty
little
> preteen, mine to love and cherish, and to strip, spank, whip, and rape, as
> long as we both shall live.
>
>
>
>
> Posted By Nikki
>
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