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Story title : Rapist's Little Helper
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Rapist's Little Helper (MF/f, nc, voy, ped)
by Sparrow (razzmatazz454@yahoo.com)
***
A single mother discovers a stranger in her house, and
must submit to his every demand in order to protect her
seven year old daughter. He makes her play 'chicken'
with him, with the daughter as referee.
***
I walked into the living room, very aware of the man
following close behind... and VERY aware of the gun
pressed against my back. I heard his rough whisper in
my ear, "Remember... total willingness and cooperation.
You know what will happen if you don't play along...
right?"
"Yes, I promise I'll cooperate. Anything. Just don't
hurt my daughter. Please, mister. She's only seven
years old."
We could see little Emily watching TV as we paused in
the hallway. "Oh... fucking A," he whispered lustfully
into my ear, "she's beautiful... oh man... just give me
the slightest excuse..."
"No," I whimpered. "Please. I'll do whatever you want.
I swear."
"Mmmmm...Good. Just keep that in mind.... I'm putting
the gun in my jacket pocket now, but remember, I can
get to it at any time." I nodded my head to show I
understood. "Now introduce me to her.... Say I'm Uncle
Bob or something... a good friend of yours."
"Emily?" I said, swallowing hard as we walked into the
room. "This is a good friend of mine." I tried my best
to sound cheerful, and surprised myself how pleasant
and happy I managed to seem. It's amazing what
wellsprings of strength we can call upon when our need
is desperate enough. "His name is Uncle Bob." The
terror I felt was unimaginable, but I knew I had to
control myself and stay calm, for my daughter's sake.
The day had started out so normal, a typical Sunday
morning. Scrambled eggs and orange juice. The comics.
Sunday school. Then, when Emily and I returned home
from church, I went to my bedroom to change, I noticed
the broken window and there he was... a strange man in
my house, holding a gun and smiling perversely. And now
he was making me introduce him to her as an old family
friend. But what choice did I have? None. He'd told me
what to say to her. I had do it. I had to submit to his
every demand and hope for the best, because the
alternative was far too horrible to contemplate.
Even though I'd told Emily to change into her play
clothes first thing after coming home from church, she
sat there on the sofa, still in their Sunday School
dress, watching cartoons. She turned to us and smiled,
her beautiful young eyes sparkling with trust and
innocence. "Hi, Uncle Bob," she said. "Nice to meet
you, sir." She's a very sweet and well mannered little
girl... I'd taught her to always be polite to grownups,
and especially to our guests.
The man guided me around the sofa until we stood in
front of the TV. He whispered in my ear, "Have her turn
the TV off. Tell her we are going to play a game."
"Turn the TV off now, Dear. Uncle Bob has a game he
wants us to play."
"Ok, Mom." She clicked the remote and the sounds of the
cartoons vanished, leaving the room silent except for
the beating of my heart in my ears. "What kind of
game?" she sat up attentively, happy that the grown ups
were paying attention to her.
"Tell her it's called 'chicken'..." he whispered in my
ear. "That it's a contest where you try to find out
who's the bravest." I could tell by the inflection in
his voice that he wore a friendly smile, to win Emily's
trust.
I swore silently to myself that I would not give him
even the slightest excuse to hurt her. I took a deep
breath, and did as he told me. "It's called 'chicken',
Honey," I said cheerfully so she wouldn't be afraid.
"It's like a contest... a game where you try to find
out... who's the bravest."
"That's right..." He spoke directly to Emily now. "Your
Mom and I are going to play a little game of chicken.
It's a really really fun game. You'll like it." He
laughed in a friendly way, as if telling a humorous
joke. "In fact your Mom was telling me that this is her
favorite game in the whole world. She told me that
she's the world's champion and never loses." He then
whispered to me under his breath, "Tell her this is
your favorite game."
I swallowed my pride and told my daughter, "Uncle Bob's
right. This is my favorite game in the whole world...
and I never lose."
"Mmmm... that's good..." he whispered. "You tell her
everything I tell you to, and do what I say... and
everything will be fine. But if you don't... she's
mine." He chuckled, his threat all too persuasive.
"How do you play?" Emily asked. She's always enjoyed
playing games.
"You'll like it a lot," the man's smiling voice said
from behind me. "It's like a "dare" game. First I dare
your Mom to do something, and then she has to do it. If
I dare her to do something, like... say... jump up and
down, then she has to do it... if she doesn't want to,
then all she has to do is say 'chicken' and the game's
over and I win".
What he didn't tell her was what would happen if I DID
say chicken. I shuttered to think of it. He'd made it
absolutely clear that he was going to rape me, no
matter what I did. I had no choice in that. But if I
didn't fully cooperate with this game of his... Oh God,
I HAD to cooperate. I had to, for Emily's sake. He'd
told me that if I just play his game, and make him cum
willingly, and eagerly submit to his every request,
that he'd just go away without harming her.
That was my one ray of hope. Maybe if the whole thing
played out as just a fun game, I thought, we could get
through this with little or no trauma to Emily. I must
sacrifice myself for my daughter. I HAD to. I would
submit to his rape. I would do anything he wants.
Anything. Just please don't hurt my sweet daughter.
"And we need you to be the judge," the man said
cheerfully. "Do you want to be the referee?"
"Yeah!!" Emily grinned enthusiastically. "What do I
do?"
He whispered instructions in my ear... things I had to
tell Emily. I said what he told me to. "Well..." I said
in as happy a tone of voice as I could manage, "he's
going to dare me to do things..." While I spoke, I felt
his large hand slide slowly across my hip from behind
me, then up over my arm and stomach, across my ribs and
up, until it cupped my right breast. "... and your job
is to watch closely to make sure I do them just like he
says..." His hand squeezed my breast softly and began
slowly kneading it while my daughter watched. I did not
resist in any way. "...You want me to win the game
don't you, dear? It's really important that we win this
game." Emily's eyes widened as a big embarrassed smile
crossed her face.
"Ask her why she's smiling," he whispered.
"Why are you smiling, Honey?"
"Mom! He's playing with your boobie!" She giggled.
"Very good!" the man said to her in encouragement.
"You're going to be the best referee ever! That was my
first dare to your Mom, and you did just like you're
supposed to! Now watch while I do the second dare...
You ready to be the judge again?"
"Yeah!" she said excitedly.
"Okay... here goes..." His free hand crept around to my
other breast. He gripped them both now, brazenly
molesting me before my young daughter's eyes, making
quite a show of squeezing and fondling them. Her eyes
were locked on the hands touching me in this intimate
way. He whispered to me, "Now tell her how much you
like it... how good it feels when men feel your tits."
I hesitated.
"Tell her!" he whispered, his voice friendly, but full
of threat. "I want to hear you tell your daughter nasty
dirty things like how much you like it. If you don't
want to, Babe... Just say 'chicken', and I'll be done
with you. Yeah, Baby.... just say the magic word and
I'll stop..." He chuckled, as if hoping I would refuse.
"It's ok, Emily... I like it." I said, giving in to his
perverse command. "It feels good when he feels my
breasts."
He pinched them almost painfully as a warning and
whispered, "Not 'breasts'... call them 'tits'. Keep
going... and make it good. Let her know that men do
this to you all the time, and how much you like it."
"I like it when men do this to me, Honey... when men
feel... my tits. It's fun and feels really good.
There's nothing wrong with it... it's ok..."
"Keep going." I could tell by the way his hands had
changed their groping style and his body pressed
against me from behind that it was arousing him to hear
me say these things to my young daughter.
I hesitated, but gathered the strength to continue in
my feigned cheerful voice. "Yes... I like it,
sweetheart. It feels good. There's nothing wrong with
it. I've let lots of men do this to me. Your father
used to do this... but I've let lots of other men do it
since then." Inwardly, I was on the verge of tears, but
Emily began giggling excitedly that I was telling her
all this.
"Okay," he said loud enough for Emily to hear. "Now I
dare you... to unbutton your blouse. Remember to watch
her, Sweetheart, and make sure she does the dare."
"Okay, Uncle Bob!"
With trembling fingers, I undid the buttons to my
blouse one by one. His hand slipped inside before I
even had them all undone. Then once they were all
unfastened, he opened the front to expose my chest to
my daughter's attentive gaze. He rubbed by breasts
again for a moment, and then pulled my bra up off them,
freeing them, naked to her view.
His hands began caressing my breasts in the flesh now,
cradling and teasing them, softly tweaking and rolling
my erect nipples between his fingers, explaining to
Emily, "This is what men do to her when she goes out on
dates. Isn't it?"
"Yes." I said.
Emily watched him with great interest as he fondled my
nipples and soft flesh. Then he moved the shirt off my
shoulders and dropped it to the ground, followed
closely by my bra. I now stood in the middle of my
living room, naked from the waste up.
"Tell her that you like it when men undress you. That
it feels sexy."
I knew I had to please him. I had no choice but to
comply. "I like it when men undress me, Emily. It feels
sexy to take my clothes off for them and let them see
me... and touch... feel my tits."
"That's good... yessss.... Ask her if she likes your
tits."
"Do you like my tits, Emily?"
"Yeah... they're great!" She giggled.
"Ask her if she wishes she had tits like yours."
"Do you wish you had tits like mine? Do you want to
have a full grown chest like mine some day?"
"Yeah!"
"Tell her that she will. And how good it will feel when
the men touch them."
"You will, Honey... one day you'll have breasts just
like mine... and men will want to touch them too...
just like he's touching me... and you'll really like it
when men touch them, because it feels so good."
"Hee hee... I hope so..." She giggled.
His hands continued stroking my naked breasts...
milking me while my seven-year-old daughter watched
with wide-eyed excitement. She seemed fascinated by his
hands caressing me in such an intimate and forbidden
way. I was ashamed to admit to myself that it really
did feel good the way he was touching me... he was not
rough or clumsy, but very stimulating. My nipples were
now quite erect. As shameful as it may sound, despite
my fear, I actually found myself getting quite aroused
by this.
The man kept whispering to me and breathing "good...
good... you're doing fine... smart girl."
Emily just giggled and covered her smiling mouth,
watching the man brazenly molest me, right in my own
home.
"Now... I want her to touch 'em too. I dare you. Get
her to do it or the game's over."
Oh God, I thought. No. But what choice did I have?
After a moment's hesitation I said, "Do you... do you
want to know what they feel like, Honey? You can touch
them if you want. You can see what they feel like."
"Smart girl... you better not screw this up."
"Come here, Baby, so you can see them closer." Emily
hopped off the sofa and walked over towards us... my
nipples where just above head level to her. Obeying the
man's orders, I said, "Please touch them, Honey...
please do as the man says. I want you to... I want you
to touch them... Please."
Emily reached up slowly, and I felt the smooth soft
graze of my daughter's tiny fingers on my naked
breast... felt the contact with my erect nipple... felt
her palm press against it, and a gentle explorative
squeezing. She was copying the way the man was handling
them. The man kept whispering things for me to say to
my sweet daughter.
"Do you know what the nipples are for sweet heart? They
were made to suck on. Babies suck on them. But so do
grown up men... and it feels really good. You used to
suck on my nipples when you were a baby. Now you're
older, but I bet you could do it again. Go ahead,
dear... kiss it... suck on it... please... Uncle Bob
has dared me to get you to suck on my breast..."
"Tits." He corrected me.
"Er... tits... Please don't let me lose the game...
Please... do what he says. It's alright... I really
want you to."
"Can I really?"
"Yes... please..."
Emily smiled and I saw her face draw innocently closer
to my breast. I bent down so she could reach and felt
her lips surround the nipple... a feeling I'd not felt
in years... the warm soft suckling of my daughter's
mouth.
"Now THAT's sexy," the man said. "Tell her how good it
feels."
"That feels good, Emily. Mmm... please don't stop... I
love you Emily... I love you so much." I gently cradled
Emily's little head in my arms as she suckled my naked
breast, holding her close. One of the man's hands began
rubbing my ass, while the other cradled my breast for
her while she nursed. I felt the wonderful suction upon
my nipple, her tongue sliding across it and pressing. I
remember almost wishing she knew how to flick her
tongue too.
"Okay," the man said. "I have another dare for you,
little Mother: Take off your skirt."
When I released Emily's head, she stopped suckling and
backed away a step, a smile on her moist lips, her eyes
gleaming. "That was cool!" she said.
"Okay, now, kid. Watch your mother finish stripping for
us."
He was still massaging my tits while I undid the side
zipper on my skirt, and let it fall to my feet. His
hand then slid down and immediately entered the front
of my panties to clasp my bare pussy. Emily's eyes
widened in surprise that his hand had moved right into
the front of my underwear, and her jaw dropped open.
"Mom!" she said. "He's touching your private parts!"
I didn't want her to be scared, nor displease the man,
so I said, "It's okay, Honey. That was the next dare. I
don't mind. I like it. It feels nice to have him touch
me there."
"Yeah kid. Your Mom likes it. In fact, this is her
favorite place to be touched, isn't it little Mother?
You like it when men touch your pussy, don't you?"
"Yes! Yes. It's my favorite place. I... it feels so
good to be touched there... on my... on my pussy."
"Lots of men touch you there..."
"Lots of men touch me there, Honey... I like it. Lots
of men. I let them. I want them to do it." I felt his
finger penetrate my vagina as I said those words.
He whispered in my ear, "Tell her to pull your panties
down so she can see it."
"Honey... do me a really big favor? Pull my panties
down? Please? So you can see?"
A big smile crossed the seven-year-old's face as she
stepped forward once again. "Okay... hee hee... then
you'll be naked."
"It's alright, Emily... Mommy likes to be naked. I LIKE
to have all my clothes taken off... so you and Uncle
Bob can see my body... I LIKE to be naked for men." I
had to fully cooperate... I HAD to. I had to make her
think this was just a fun game, rather than the cruel,
coercive rape it truly was.
The little girl knelt before her Mother, took hold of
the two sides of the panties and tugged them slowly
down her Mother's womanly hips. She saw the neatly
trimmed pubic hair come into view, the folds of the
fleshy outer lips, and she saw the man's middle finger
vanish, pressed up inside her Mother's moist receptive
cunt. She watched as the finger moved slowly in and
out. She noticed the gleaming moisture coating it.
She noticed the slightly musky scent of her Mother's
arousal. She saw the finger withdraw from the damp
orifice and move up to her Mother's mouth, where her
Mom sucked on the finger until it was clean. Then she
saw it return to her Mother's pussy, delve once again
between the fleshy pink flaps surrounding the opening,
withdraw once again glistening with juice, and return
to between her Mother's lips. Her Mom sucked on the
finger with eyes closed... sucked on it eagerly, like
it was the best thing she'd ever tasted. Emily wondered
what it tastes like.
"Tell her to look at your pussy."
"Look at my pussy, Honey," I said in a breathless
voice.
"Tell her to watch how I touch you and how good it
feels."
"Look at his hands, Sweety. See how they're moving
around on Mommy's pussy? ... Oh... it feels so good to
be touched like that... It feels soooo good to be
touched on the pussy... Mmmmm." I felt him begin to
roll my clit gently between two fingers. My hips began
to grind involuntarily to his touch. "Look how he plays
with the button on top... that's Mommy's clit... it
feels super super good when men play with that....
Mmmmm... yes..." My breathing was beginning to deepen
into a pant.
"You like it, don't you? You're wet."
"Yes... Look at my pussy. Oh Baby... look at him
touching my pussy."
"That's good... Now another dare... I want to see you
kiss your daughter."
I felt his strong hands push me slowly but firmly to my
knees next to Emily.
I turned to my young daughter. I bit my lip, still
tasting my own juices lingering there, and said, "Kiss
me, Honey. I love you so much." I took her head in my
hands and pressed my lips to her cheek.
"No... on the lips. Show her how boys will kiss her
when she starts dating."
I took my daughter into my arms. She hugged me back. It
felt strange to hold her close like this while naked,
but I had no choice. "Someday you'll start dating boys,
Honey. Do you want to see how they'll want to kiss
you?"
"YEAH!!" She really seemed excited by the idea. I'd
always known she was curious about boys... now I
realized exactly how curious.
"They'll kiss you like this." I moved my head forward
until our lips met. I parted mine slightly and began
kissing my young daughter deeply on the mouth. Her
mouth seemed so small to me it was strange. She was
only a child. She began kissing back.
When we broke the kiss the man said, "Tell her what a
great kisser she is... and do it some more."
"You are a terrific kisser, Honey. Do you like kissing
like that?"
"Yeah! It's fun!" She giggled.
"Well lets do it again... don't be afraid to open your
mouth a little. It's okay." Again, our lips met and we
kissed deeply. I decided to use my tongue more this
time. I was fearful that she'd be shocked by this, but
I wanted to please the man, and she caught on to it
right away and we began flicking and licking our
tongues together inside each other's mouths, like it
was a game. Her little body pressed against me and I
pulled her even closer to my naked torso. When we
finally broke for air I whispered, "I love you so much,
Emily. I'd do anything for you."
"I love you too, Mom."
The man stood over us while we knelt. He chuckled.
"You'd do anything for her?"
I looked up at him, then down at the floor. "Yes...
anything."
"Ask her if she's ever seen a penis before."
I hesitated.
"Ask her, Babe. Or are you... 'chicken'?"
"Honey?..." I looked at the ground in shame, gathering
my courage. I understood his threat. I had no choice. I
kept telling myself I had no choice. "Have you ever
wondered what a man looks like with no pants on?"
"Yeah! I've wondered that lots of times." Emily's voice
didn't sound fearful at all. In fact she seemed
positively enthusiastic about the prospect.
"Would you like to find out, kid?"
She grinned broadly up at the man and perked up
excitedly. "Yeah! Really? Really? Can I really really
see one?"
"Yeah, kid. Your Mom's about to show you mine... aren't
you Babe?"
"Oh Mom! You're the BEST!" Emily gave me a big hug,
then turned toward the man and sat on her haunches in
wide eyed anticipation.
Emily's reaction took me off guard. I guess I should
have been relieved that this wasn't playing out
traumatically for her... it would be a LOT worse if she
was being forced, screaming and crying. But still, her
enthusiasm for it bothered me a little bit, I'm not
sure why. But, I mean, for crying out loud. This man
was slowly, methodically raping me, and my daughter
seemed to think it was all just great fun. 'Stay in the
moment', I thought to myself. 'Do what you have to do
and it will all be over soon.'
"Okay, Little Mother. You heard her... she wants to see
it. I dare you to show my cock to your daughter. Undo
my pants."
Emily and I knelt on the floor before him. I felt
powerless as I reached up and began to undo his belt,
very conscious of my young daughter's close attention
riveted to my every move. I felt my heart beating in my
ears. When the belt was open, I unfastened the snap of
his trousers. I could see the bulge of his erection as
I did so. My hand brushed against it. It was solid as
rock. I swallowed hard and pulled the zipper down. He
wore no underwear and the pants slipped easily down his
muscular thighs, revealing his hard cock. My daughter's
wide eyes locked upon it as I pulled the pants off his
hairy legs and over his shoes as he lifted his feet for
me one at a time.
Emily's bright eyes were riveted to this man's organ. I
looked at it, too. It stood fully erect, arching upward
from his body, rising from a nest of dark pubic hair.
The bulbous head flared at the sides like a helmet,
crowning the veined shaft. It was indeed a nice cock, I
had to admit. Not too big... not too small. About six
and a half inches, I guessed. Well shaped. Circumcised.
Very stiff. Under different circumstances, this man
would be nice to have as a lover. Then I looked back at
my daughter. There was a look of wonder and awe in her
eyes. She stared at it keenly, biting her lower lip.
"Well? What do you think of my cock?"
I didn't know what to say.
"Tell me it's beautiful. You think it's beautiful,
don't you?"
"Yes... It's true... you do have a beautiful cock."
"Tell your daughter about how beautiful it is. How much
you like it."
I took a deep breath to relax, while I thought of what
this man would want to hear me say. I had to please
him. I had to. "Emily? This is what we call a penis...
er... or a 'cock'. It's what men have. Isn't it
beautiful? I love men's cocks... They're nothing to be
afraid of... they're wonderful... When you grow up,
they'll make you feel really really good."
"So what do you think of my cock, little girl? Do you
like looking at a full grown man's hard on?"
I heard my daughter say, "Yeah... it's cool." Her young
voice was full of dreamy fascination.
"Would you like to touch it?"
I suddenly realized that he had spoken not to me, but
to little Emily. Oh God. I decided to intercept his
question and make it mine. I had to save her... to
divert his attention away from her and back to me. I
quickly reached up and took hold of his erection. It
felt warm and solid in my hands. "Yes... yes... I
really want to touch it." I began to move my hand up
and down on it, jacking it slowly. I had to please him
and knew by now what he would want to hear me say. "I
want to make it feel really good... I want to stroke
it... rub it... play with it... make it cum."
"Mmmm... that feels nice."
I was consumed by almost a panic. Emily was kneeling
right beside me with this man's erection before her. I
had one desperate hope: I had to pour everything into
making this man cum as fast as I possibly could, so he
wouldn't turn to my daughter. I began stroking it
faster and faster, saying things I thought would make
him hot. "Yes... your cock is so beautiful... I want to
make it feel really good... I love stroking it... I
love jacking it to make it feel good. I'll do anything
you want with it... anything you want." I moved closer
so it was right next to my face. I kissed it, feeling
the spongy head against my lips. I kissed it again.
Then again.
"Yes... I love this cock... I love kissing it... I want
to make it cum... yes... please." I knew what I had to
do, even though my daughter was watching. I angled the
tip downward toward my face, opened my mouth, and moved
forward.
I felt the warm cock slide across my lips as I took it
into my mouth. I pushed forward again, feeling and
tasting it glide over my tongue, until my mouth was
filled with the stiff engorged flesh. Very conscious of
my young daughter watching, but not knowing what else
to do, I wrapped my lips around it in total submission
and began earnestly sucking. I tasted the familiar
fleshy flavor. I needed to make it cum. I needed to
make it cum quickly, for my daughter's sake. My tongue
clamped on the underside, I pushed forward even more
until pressed against the roof of my mouth and the back
of my throat.
Then I slid back, sucking hard until my lips grazed
over the head's flange. Then back down over the shaft.
Then back out. My saliva made it slide easily. Over and
over I bobbed and sucked with long firm strokes,
jacking it all the while with my hand, pumping the
shaft by its loose skin; pumping this cock into my
mouth, trying as best I could to suck the cum out.
Please c!
um... please cum now... cum in my mouth now...
please... please cum now, so this will all be over.
"Wow," I heard the man say. "Without even being asked."
I felt his strong hand resting on the side of my head
as I bobbed and sucked. "Jesus... God... your Mom is
really GOOD at that... she must really ENJOY sucking on
cocks, don't you think?"
I heard Emily laugh, "Yeah."
"Look closely, kid. This is what your Mom does whenever
she goes out on dates. She likes doing this. She likes
doing this to every man she goes out with." I heard
Emily giggle. "Look closely kid... see how she sucks
it... you'll want to do that too with boys you go out
on dates with too." I heard her giggle again, and
opened my eyes and looked to the side.
Emily's young face was right next to mine, her child's
eyes bright and attentive, closely watching her Mommy
earnestly sucking on the stranger's hard cock. Then I
noticed the man's large hand resting on her golden
head, just as his other was on mine, softly caressed
her hair as he slowly pulled her face ever closer to
mine.
This made me suck even harder and faster. I had to turn
this man on... I had to make him cum as fast as I
possibly could. Why wouldn't he just cum, and let this
be over with? Couldn't he see how cooperative I was
being? Just like he'd asked? Couldn't he see how
willing I was? What could I do to please him?
I pulled off of his cock and panted in my desperation
to please him, "Yes... I love sucking on cocks... I
love to suck on your beautiful cock... please...
please, cum in my mouth now." I pushed back onto the
cock, sucking and bobbing frantically, desperately
plunging my mouth over it with long, strong thrusts of
my neck, while my daughter carefully observed every
move and listened to each word I said. Please let him
cum. Please let this end soon.
"It looks like fun, doesn't it, little girl?"
She giggled, "Yeah."
"Here... you can help your Mom... you can touch it
too." He guided her little seven-year-old hand to his
balls. She cradled them in her palm, giving no sign of
resistance. Oh God... I had to get this over with,
quick. Then I heard him say, "Here... let her hold
it... let her hold it while you suck... she wants to
help. I dare you to let her help.
He moved her compliant hand up to the base of his
shaft. I had to pause my motions and let go with my own
hand to make room for her small fingers to wrap around
it. My daughter gripped the cock right at the point
where it stuck out of my mouth. Her fingers seemed so
tiny on it. I place my hand gently over hers, and
slowly resumed the forward and back motion of my
sucking. Slowly, so it wouldn't be too fast for her. I
guided her hand up and down the shaft...
I stroked the stranger's cock with my own child's tiny
hand... stroking it to the rhythm of my bobbing head as
I plunged back and forth over it... Oh God. My little
girl... my little second grade girl in her Sunday
School dress... stoking this man's hard cock, feeling
it's stiffness in her small grasp, feeling how I moved
her hand up and down it's length... happily jacking a
stranger off into her own Mother's mouth.
"Yes... that feels so good... Mmmmm... I like the way
you touch it, kid... you're Mother's awesome... just
move your hand the way she shows you... that's right...
stroke it... just like that... Mmmmm... you're feeding
me to your Mom, kid... aren't you? You're helping her
suck me off. She likes sucking it, and she likes that
you're helping." He laughed. "Your Mom looks funny with
a dick in her mouth, doesn't she?"
Emily giggled. "Yeah."
"I bet you'd like to try it too, wouldn't you? Just
like big girls do. I bet you're wondering what it's
like to do what your Mom's doing, aren't you?"
Then I heard Emily say "Yeah. I wanna try it, too."
I felt defeated. My heart sank. I hadn't made him cum
in time.
"C'mon, Little Mother. You're beautiful little girl
wants a turn, now."
"Yeah... c'mon Mom... Lemme try it. Uncle Bob said I
could. I wanna try it too."
"You don't think she's 'chicken' do you?"
Again, I understood his threat. I didn't see what
choice I had. I reluctantly pulled my mouth off the
cock, bit my lip, and slowly turned the saliva
slathered organ toward my sweet little girl's, innocent
face. She was just a child. I'd hoped to avoid this...
hoped to protect her from being violated by this man...
hoped that he'd be satisfied by just raping me, and not
my little angel too. But I had no choice.
The image of his threat if I didn't cooperate fully
filled my mind... the image of him ramming his full
grown cock into her tiny seven year old pussy... her
screaming and crying in pain... ANYTHING was better
than that. Better in her mouth than that. Better that
she think of it as a fun little game than as horribly
traumatic rape. I had to let her do this. I had no
choice.
I felt the cock throb and pulsate in anticipation as I
pointed it toward Emily's young lips. I hoped he
wouldn't cum while it was pointed at her. "Just try
kissing it first," I said.
She smiled precociously, and I watched her sweet lips
move slowly nearer and nearer the flaring head, until
at last they made contact with the spongy flesh, and
gave it a playful little childlike kiss. Then another.
She giggled. The man's swollen organ looked enormous
next to her small face. Her tiny hand still wrapped
around it, her fingertips not even meeting her thumb.
She kissed it again.
"Oh yeah!... That's great, kid... You like kissing it
don't you?"
She giggled. "Yeah... it's like kissing a dolly."
The man grinned evilly. "Hmmm... right. It's just like
kissing your little dolly... go ahead... kiss it again.
Kiss your dolly."
Emily smiled and began playfully covering the
stranger's hard cock with kisses, many rapid little
kisses, as if it were her favorite new toy.
"You want to suck on your dolly too, don't you?"
Emily just giggled.
"Tell her to open her mouth, Mom."
My heart sank. "Open your mouth, Honey. It's okay. It
won't hurt you... honest... it tastes really good.
You'll like it... don't be afraid."
"I'm not 'fraid!" she said, and I watched the seven-
year-old lips part, move forward, and willingly accept
the cock's tip between them. She closed her mouth over
the head with only a slight hesitation, then I could
see her jaw and cheek moving as she closed her eyes and
began to suck lightly upon it. The image of that
cockhead's flared rim protruding from my baby's sweet
lips is vividly and forever etched upon my mind.
I remember watching it swell and pulsate as she
contentedly suckled upon it. I knew her tongue was
touching it now, and prayed that he would not cum just
then. In her childish innocence, she had no idea how
spectacularly perverse this was. I had to make sure it
played out as just a fun game for her.
Then I was gripped by a consuming fear that he would
cum now... that this stranger's semen was about to
erupt into my daughter's little mouth, coating her
tongue with its thick rich flavor. No! Please. I firmly
grasped the base of the cock, alert for the telltale
throbbing spasms that would herald ensuing orgasm.
In near panic, I devised a plan where, if he started to
cum, I would quickly pull it away from her and plunge
my own mouth over it at the last moment. He had to cum
in my mouth, not hers. He had to! It was the only plan
I could think of to rescue her, to save her from total
and utter violation. I had to sacrifice myself for my
baby, to accept his violation for myself. I fought back
the tears. Be brave, I told myself. Be brave.
But he didn't cum. Instead, he said, "That's great,
kid. Just a little deeper... take more in."
He started to push forward into her mouth, and I
imagined him cramming it unpleasantly deep and choking
her, so I quickly intervened. "No! No... let me show
her." He pulled back, thank God. I kept a firm grip on
it's base, protectively, just in case he tried to lunge
forward unexpectedly.
I placed my free hand on the back of her head and
gently eased her forward, alert to his motions and her
reaction... ready to pull her off it instantly if I had
to. "Move up on it, Baby. Let a little more in." She
moved willingly to my guiding nudge, and the cock's
head disappeared into her mouth, followed by perhaps a
half inch of the veined shaft. I could see how much it
was filling her tiny mouth, and tried to judge how far
it should go to please him, without becoming
uncomfortable for her. She seemed to accept it without
too much problem, though her jaw was stretched fairly
wide. The adult cock looked huge sticking in my child's
small mouth. "Now move up and down on it like Mommy
did," I said.
She started trying to move back and forth on it, but
was having trouble.
"Here... let me show you... like this." She
relinquished the cock to me and I clamped my mouth upon
it once again and slowly moved my lips up and down it's
length a few times to show her the proper motion. Then
I passed it back to her. "There... Like that. Do what
Mommy did. It's fun. Just be careful not to scrape your
teeth over it. Just your lips. And not too deep, or
you'll choke."
She again took it willingly into her little mouth and I
watched her head begin to move gingerly back and forth,
so that her lips slid up and down what length of the
shaft she could accommodate.
"Oh, Honey! That's so good.... You are such a good
girl. I love you so much." I kissed her cheek as she
sucked on the man.
"Yes... she is a good girl... mmmm... such a good
little girl... yes... suck it like a good little girl.
Oh yeeeaahhh...." He was softly petting her hair. "He
he. You like watching your daughter give me a blowjob,
don't you?"
I had to say the things I knew he wanted to hear.
"Yes."
"Say it."
"I like watching my daughter give you a blowjob... She
looks so beautiful... so beautiful." It was true,
though. She did look beautiful. I kissed her cheek
again, whispering "I love you, Baby... I love you so
much."
"Yes... she's sucking it like a good little girl, isn't
she?.... You like showing her how, too, don't you?"
"Yes... I do... I love teaching her how to... to...
make a man feel good." Without really realizing it, I'd
begun slowly pumping the stiff cock with one hand, and
moving her tiny head with the other. I was feeding it
to my baby. I kissed her again, and whispered, "Suck it
Baby. You're doing so good. Suck it for Mommy... It's
okay...suck it for Mommy." She made little cooing
noises.
"How old is she again?"
"Seven.... only seven... second grade... my baby...and
now she's... she's... on a fully grown... man." I'd
said that with a sense of great remorse, but I also
felt a strange and unexpected feeling in my pussy with
those words... like a tingling burst of rampant lust
involuntarily swelling within me.
"You love my cock, don't you? You love seeing it in
your daughter's cute little mouth."
"Yes.... I love your cock. And I love watching her suck
on it." To my utter shame I have to admit that, at that
moment, I really wasn't completely lying. There was
something fascinating about that sight, causing waves
of arousal to course through my body. Despite my utter
horror, I could feel my lubricating juices flowing
freely, and my breathing deepen into an excited pant. I
could feel it happening. I don't know why, and I didn't
want it to, but it happened nonetheless. My heart went
out to her.
"Oh Baby..." I whispered with quivering voice. "You're
so beautiful." I began kissing Emily's face while she
blew him. Her smooth cheek. Her tender chin. "So
beautiful... my sweet girl..." I found myself kissing
the side of her lips, where the fleshy shaft protruded,
and then kissed the shaft itself, down it's length,
kissing her fingers where they gripped it, then back up
to her cheek. I whispered into her ear. "Give Mommy
another turn."
She pulled off the cock and smiled with red, moist lips
while turning it toward me. My tongue stuck out as I
opened wide to accept it, then plunged deeply over its
length. I bobbed back and forth, both our hands jacking
it together. I sucked hard on the backstroke, milking
it, nursing on it, trying to feed on it. Emily's cheek
was next to mine. I pulled off with a rather loud
slurp, and turned the glistening shaft back to her
lips. She received it happily, with small mewing sounds
as she again moved back and forth over it. I have to
admit... I was fully and completely sexually aroused by
this torrid scene. I couldn't help it.
"Tell me again you love my cock."
"Yes. Mmmmm... your cock."
"Tell her you love your boyfriend's cock even better.
That it's even nicer than mine."
"I love my boyfriend's cock... it's so nice."
"You want to see her sucking your boyfriends, too,
don't you?"
I didn't want to say it, but I had to. "Yes." My voice
quivered. This was a different dimension.
"Tell her... tell her that she can suck.... What's his
name?"
"Mike..."
"Tell her that you want her to suck Mike too. Any time
she wants to." Then, before I could answer, he began
speaking directly to Emily as she sucked him. I
listened in both arousal and horror as he told her
things I did not want her to think about. His hand
rested on her head. "You want to suck Mike too, don't
you Baby?" he said to her.
She continued sucking the rapist's cock, and simply
nodded and mewed "Mm Hmm," as compliant to his words as
I had been. I did not want her to think that. I was
hoping that Mike might one day become her step father.
"Oh yeeaahh..." the man moaned. "Here's my dare to you
little girl... my dare to you while you suck me... and
you have to do my dares too, just like your Mommy
does...don't you?" He smiled maliciously. "I dare you
to get up out of bed at night whenever he's over, and
try to see them having sex. Your Mom told me she wants
you to watch them together... you won't get in any
trouble... she wants you to. Don't you? Tell her you
want her to."
"Yes, Baby... I want you to see us."
"Or better yet, she wants you to sneak into bed with
them in the dark... and start sucking his wiener while
he's asleep. And keep sucking him 'til he wakes up...
and he won't know it's you... he'll think its her.
Sneak in and do this to Mike... yes Baby... Your Mom
wants you to do that. She told me so. Didn't you?"
"Yes." No! No! Please don't tell her that. What if she
believes you?
His smile broadened. "And she wants you to start
rubbing the front of his pants, too. Any time you're
alone with him. You have to do everything you can to
get him to show you his beautiful cock... to get him
hard... so you can play with it, and to get him to
touch you too, in all your private places." I watched
her suckle him, listening to his awful words, the ideas
he was implanting in her mind. Oh God.
"Your Mom told me how delicious his cock is... and how
she wishes you could taste it too. She told me that she
loves sucking his cock... and she really wants you to
try to get him to let you see it, so she can share it
with you... just like she's sharing mine... the next
time you are alone with him, you have to do that. Isn't
that right, Mom?"
I had no choice... I had to agree. "Yes," I said
meekly.
"Either him or any other man your Mom becomes close
friends with... right Mom? She has your permission to
do that?"
"Yes." My pussy juices were gushing, despite my fear of
what he was saying.
"Tell her."
"Emily... you have my permission to do that." Though
her mouth was filled with the rapist's cock, I saw a
slight smile form on her lips.
"You really like sucking men's cocks, don't you?" He
was speaking to me again.
"Yes."
"You like seeing them in your daughter's mouth?"
"Yes."
"You'd like me to fuck you, too, wouldn't you? You'd
like me to fuck you just like Mike does. Or your other
boyfriends?"
"Yes," I answered. Then it dawned on me what he'd said.
It seemed a chance to get it out of her mouth, and
change this very uncomfortable subject of my little
girl seducing my male friends into molesting her. I
rose up higher on my knees. My hand moved from his
erection to his pubic hair, then up under his shirt,
slid over his flat stomach to his chest. I looked up to
him with pleading eyes. "Yes... fuck me. Please fuck me
now," I said.
He smiled, and gently pulled me to my feet.
His cock slipped out of Emily's mouth. Our lips met. It
was our first kiss. Then he led me over to the sofa. I
suddenly felt very naked and exposed, standing
completely undressed in my own living room. He still
wore his shirt and jacket. Emily was still fully
clothed in her lacey white Sunday school dress. I felt
conspicuous in my nudity.
He sat me down on the sofa, then lay me back, pulling
my butt forward to the very edge of the cushion, my
neck and shoulders pressed against the back cushion. He
knelt between my spread legs and began to rub my naked
body all over. Emily followed us and he patted the seat
next to me, for her to sit. She jumped onto the cushion
beside me, watching him rub my naked flesh as I lay
back. His hands caressed up to my breasts and down to
my thighs, moving across my pussy, lingering here and
there, while Emily watched attentively.
I noticed she had her shoes on the sofa, her patent
leather Sunday school shoes, tucked under her legs. I
normally don't allow shoes on the furniture, but given
the circumstances, it seemed a rather minor infraction,
so I didn't mention it.
"Touch her with me," he said to my young daughter.
"Help me make your Mom feel good."
Emily smiled and bit her lower lip as her tiny hand
began gliding over my nude body along with his. She
seemed fascinated with my breasts and rubbed and played
with them while he stroked my skin all over. A moan
escaped me as I lay back, awash in tactile stimulation.
It felt so naughty. It felt so good.
Kneeling between my spread legs, the rapist watched her
delicate hands caressing me.
"Look how her nipples are standing up," he said. "Look
how stiff they are. That means she feels real good." It
was true. My nipples were fully erect. Emily played
with my nipples as I lay back, and it felt like silken
electric shocks were flowing from them, and coursing
throughout my body. My breathing grew heavier.
"Touch her down here, too." His large hand was on my
pussy. "C'mon... touch her here now."
She giggled and shifted her position to reach my pussy.
I felt her tiny fingers make contact and begin to rub.
Fresh jolts of arousal sprang from her touch.
"Right here... this is the best place... see how it's
sticking up like a little button? That's where she
really likes to be touched." Emily's fingers began
rolling around my clitoris... rubbing it... tickling
it. She drew closer to see better what she was doing. I
felt his hands moving all around my pussy, but I could
tell it was my daughter who was touching my clit. I
began to gasp.
"See? She really likes it," he said.
I moaned. "Yes... yes... it feels wonderful... it
feels..."
"See? That's the best spot."
"This is fun!" Emily said, ever the little enthusiast.
I heard him whisper, "I dare you to kiss it."
This caused me turmoil... I found myself both repulsed
and excited by the idea. But I had no choice, did I? I
HAD to let her do what he said. I lay back and resigned
myself to whatever would happen. My legs spread
slightly more.
"Really?"
I heard myself say, "Yes... Baby... I dare you to kiss
it."
She chuckled. "Ohhhh... all right."
She leaned down and I felt her silky hair drift lightly
across my pelvis... then the barest sensation of her
lips contacting my clitoris, with a tiny, pecking kiss.
She giggled. Then I felt another kiss and another. She
began kissing all around my mons and clit and the soft
outer lips of my pussy.
"Oh God, kid... you are so sexy... lick it... give it a
little lick. Go on."
All motion stopped. There was a moment of hesitation.
And then I felt a very soft, moist nudge against my
clit. It was her tongue. I gave in. I surrendered
myself to the streams of arousal that coursed through
me, causing my ass to tighten in lust and my breathing
to become little more than a quivering pant. Then I
felt another lick, then another. She giggled again. "It
tastes slippery," she said.
And then I felt a new sensation. The man had risen up
on his knees and moved forward between my widely spread
legs. I felt the blunt press of his hard cock upon my
pussy, at almost the exact spot little Emily was
licking. I couldn't see, because her position blocked
my view, but could tell that her little hand was now
upon his stiff manhood as he moved back and forth, the
shaft sliding against my slit, right up to her mouth.
"Kiss me too," he said.
I felt her smooth cheek rest upon my pubic mound as she
turned her head, and I knew that the tip of his cock
was now nestling between my seven-year-old little
girl's lips.
"Oh God yes," he moaned. He grasped my thighs tightly.
"Fuck... this is incredible."
I placed my hand on her silken hair and petted. I
noticed the plastic rainbow hairclip that held it out
of her face. Finally he drew back a few inches, and
said, "The game's almost over now... your Mom has
almost won. You've been a really big help too. But
there's just one more dare... do you want to help with
this one last dare? It's the biggest dare of all."
She lifted her head and rested on her elbows. "Yeah!
Then we win, right?" When she sat up I could now see
his stiff member rising up from my slit, where it's
underside pressed against my furrow.
"Yeah... one more dare and you win. But you have to
help with this one. Do you know what 'fucking' is?"
"I know it's a bad word."
He chuckled. "Yeah, I guess it is. But fucking is the
best thing there is... it's great! Men and women do
it... it's when a man puts his dick inside the woman's
pussy."
"Oh yeah... I know about that. It's where babies come
from. It's sex."
"That's right... it's sex. But we call it 'fucking',
okay? That's part of the game."
"Okay."
"Can you say it? Can you say the word for me?"
I heard her say "Fucking".
"Good... that's right... it's called "fucking". Do you
want to see me fuck your Mom now?"
"Yeah!"
"Good... now all you have to do to win the game is help
me put it in."
"Okay. What do I do?"
He took her hand and guided it further down between my
legs, to the sloppy part of my pussy. "Your Mom's hole
is down here... I want you to help me put my cock in
it." I felt her little inexperienced fingers fish
around until they found my vaginal orifice. The
fingertips penetrated just a tiny bit in locating it.
"Oh... here it is! Hee hee... It's all wet."
He took her other hand, and placed it on his hard cock.
"Okay, kid... lead the way... put my dick inside your
Mom."
She giggled again and I watched her tilt it downward to
aim his hard cock toward my opening and he moved his
hips forward little by little. I felt the head make
blunt contact, but just a tad too high.
"Hee hee... it's like pin the tail on the donkey."
"Oh... it's WAY better than that. Try again."
She reached again between my pussy's wet lips with her
tiny fingers to relocate the hole. Then with one hand
on him and the other on me, she brought us together,
successfully guiding his tip to my opening. I felt the
head wedge it's way slowly into my entrance, then pull
back just a touch. "MMmm... I think you found it...
good job... you're a great little helper." He then
pushed forward all the way.
I felt the hard cock's full length slide easily up into
me, filling me, penetrating me. "Oooohhhh...
Yeeeaaahhh..." he moaned. I gasped as it filled me up.
He began pumping into me with long, firm strokes. I
felt the rapist's cock plunge deep inside my body, then
back out. Then back in. He held my hips in his large
strong hands, pushing himself up into me again and
again. My sharply angled neck and shoulders pressed
against the sofa's back cushions with each long thrust.
He looked down on me with a gleam of total victory in
his eyes.
"Look Emily. I'm fucking your Mother. Oooohhh... it
feels so good to fuck her. Doesn't it look fun?"
"Yeah", she chuckled.
"Say it, Emily. Tell your Mother what I'm doing to
her."
She smiled down at me with an excited grin and said,
"He's fucking you Mom! Uncle Bob is fucking you!"
"Ohhh.... Yeeaaahhh..." he panted. Then he leaned
forward so his body lay atop mine and I felt him rise
up on his toes to press his weight against me, buried
to the hilt. I wrapped my arms around him. He slid his
hands under me to grasp me by the shoulders, and he
began to move me back and forth as though plunging my
whole body over his cock. I lifted my feet from the
floor to wrap my legs around his thighs as he speared
into me. I felt the scratch of his stubbled chin
scraping against my cheek and neck. He began to whisper
in my ear.
"How does it feel?" he whispered. "Tell me you like
it."
I panted back breathily, "I like it".
"How does it feel..." he paused for a moment, "...to be
raped?" He'd said 'raped' very slowly and clearly, as
if lingering on the word. "Tell me."
I knew what I had to say. "I like it," I whispered
back. I felt a strange and unexpected response within
my body when I said it. Without really meaning to, I
found myself grinding my pelvis back into him as he
slowly but firmly humped me. I could feel the solid
weigh of the gun in his jacket's pocket bumping against
my elbow.
"You like being raped, don't you?"
"Yesss."
"How does it feel... to have your daughter help me...
your little girl... helping me rape you?" he breathed
into my ear.
I clutched at his jacket. "It feels good..." I panted.
"I like it." My hand dropped to the gun in his jacket
pocket... I could feel its steel shape under the cloth.
"Thank me! Thank me for raping you."
I panted for a moment, thinking about his demand. My
fingertips entered his pocket's opening. I felt the
cold steel, the rough texture of the pistol's handle.
Could I get to it? What if I failed and he overpowered
me? What if he raped my daughter instead? Or what if I
succeeded? What nightmares would she have if she
watched me kill Uncle Bob? NO! Those nightmares would
last her lifetime. I couldn't win.
"Thank you!" I moaned into his ear. "Thank you for
raping me. It feels good... when you rape me. Fuck
me... yes... Oh yes... fuck me... rape me... please...
while Emily watches... thank you... thank you so
much... for raping me... I want you to... rape me...
yesss... I like it... I like it."
His lips pressed against mine in a deep kiss. I kissed
back, our tongues intermingling. I still thought about
the gun and could I get to it without him noticing. I
lay there considering as he lay atop me... my hand on
the gun... his cock buried deep inside... my seven-
year-old daughter watching. I lay there, trying to
decide, kissing him, feeling his cock thrust up inside
my body... just wishing he would cum, and it would all
be over.
Then he pushed himself up with his strong arms and rose
back to his upright kneeling position, looking down
upon me with a deeply satisfied gleam in his eyes. His
hands slid down my naked body and back to my hips. He
began using long smooth strokes again.
"Yeeeaaaahhh..." he breathed in lust. "I like to fuck
your Mom... Oh yeahhh... she has such a nice pussy...
so wet... oh yeaeeaahh... such a nice cunt.... Such a
nice cunt to fuck." He stroked into me with
satisfaction. "Help me fuck your Mom, kid. Help me fuck
her. Touch her pussy while I fuck her. Touch your Mom's
cunt. Feel how warm it is."
Emily's gaze was locked on my pussy and on the man's
large cock moving in and out of me. She slid her hand
down my belly and onto my pubic hair and then down my
pussy, so the man's pumping cock was between her
fingers and thumb. I knew she was feeling it slide
through her fingers, just as it was sliding into me.
"Oh yeah, kid... feel my cock while I fuck your Mom
with it... oh yeahh... you like helping me fuck your
Mom, don't you? You like seeing my cock go up inside
her."
"Yeah. It's cool."
"Tell her how good it feels, Baby," he said to me.
"Tell her how good it is."
"Oh, Honey... it feels so good. I can feel it up inside
me... ooooo... it feels... soooo... gooood."
He stared down at me. I could feel his stiff erection
pumping against the roof of my vagina, sliding against
and triggering my g-spot with each thrust. I felt my
daughter's delicate hands on the outside. Wave after
wave of stimulation pulsed through me.
I felt the arousal build up, nearing climax, one
feeling piling on top of the other; felt the consuming
lust climbing in a spiral of mounting sensation.
Building. Climbing. Rising. Peaking. Bursting forth
like the deluge from a collapsing dam. And then I
exploded.
The seizure gripped my body, and I began to tremble and
spasm in thrashing, crashing orgasm. My vision faded.
My brain washed with a flood of liquid electricity.
Every muscle tensed. Sweat glistened from every pore. I
couldn't help myself from crying out in a frenzy of
all-consuming passion. "Oh YES! OH YES!! OH YES!!!"
The man began to laugh. "Oh yeah... look at her... she
loves it. Ha Ha. Your Mother loves getting fucked!"
Then a second wave crashed. And then a third. Bursts of
color flashed through my mind as I quivered and shook
in a series of orgasms... orgasms that linked one to
the other, becoming a continuous river of explosive
seizures, of passionate release. It seemed to go on and
on.
I'd never felt anything like this before. I felt swept
away, as though the world had vanished and I was flying
through the air... as if all cares had gone, all
worries and concerns melted away... transported into a
dimension where ego and fear dissolved into a swirling
whirlpool of sensuous bliss.
Then I heard the man's voice. It echoed dimly, as
though from another world, "Oh yeah... I'm almost
there... almost there..."
Reality and my mind began to reassemble as my orgasm
subsided, like crystals forming in a great blue void. I
felt my neck and shoulders pressed against the sofa's
back, his long stiff cock still thrusting within me...
and his words entered my ears, as though from a vast
distance: "Okay, Baby... now, when I pull out... put
your mouth over it real fast."
I could still not focus through the descending orgasmic
haze, but I felt Emily's fine hair sweep across my
naked stomach and downward toward the center of my
stimulation. Oh NO! I suddenly realized what he was
going to do. Not in her mouth! Not in my baby's mouth!!
"Oh yeah... almost there... get ready... almost...
UHHH!!! NOW!! NOW!!!" I felt a sudden emptiness as he
pulled back and quickly out.
I do not know how I did it... it was like one of those
superhuman feats you sometimes read about that mothers
do to save their children... like lifting a car or
breaking down a door to a burning house. All I remember
is a fleeting glimpse of my sweet little girl's face as
I flew quickly past, her lips parted, ready to receive
him. In utter panic, I had somehow managed to instantly
flip myself around and clamp my own mouth over the
rapist's pulsating cock, in place of my baby's.
I remember the slippery, musky taste of my own pussy's
lubricating juices coating it, and I remember a
profound feeling of victory and sacrifice as the tangy
flood of cum gushed forth upon my tongue. I swallowed,
and felt that first thick blast slide warmly down into
my stomach. The strong, salty, bitter taste of it
filled my mouth, throat, and nostrils; yet a strange
feeling of happiness and love filled my heart.
Yes. Happiness and love. I had saved my child from his
utter violation by taking it upon myself. I felt a
profound sense of strength in my soul, a warmth, a
blessing, a feeling that has never since left me... a
miraculous and liberating revelation that I was indeed
a good and true Mother, that through love and sacrifice
I could instinctively survive any hardship and prevail.
The rapist clamped my head tightly between his powerful
hands, and thrust his erupting cock deeply into my
mouth, unloading spurt after spurt of cum onto the back
of my throat. "Don't swallow!" he commanded between
clenched teeth. "Don't swallow!" I felt such powerful
relief and freedom, as his cum filled my mouth.
I had defeated him.
He held me there for a long time, until his cock ceased
its pulsating ejaculations. Then he finally exhaled and
hissed, "Ohhhhh yeeeaahh! Ohhhh yeeeaahhhh!" He held me
there a while longer, breathing heavily as his cock
began to soften, then finally, he pulled it out from
between my lips.
"Oh God, lady. You are great. That was fantastic...
okay... just one last dare. Open your mouth... I wanna
see that you still have it in there."
I leaned my head back and showed him that I was still
holding his thick semen in my mouth. I had obeyed that
last request and not swallowed. It felt slippery, thick
and very bitter on my tongue as I held it there,
resisting the powerful urge to either swallow, vomit,
or spit it out on the floor.
He grinned. "I've just gotta see you kiss your daughter
now." His large hand petted the side of my face, almost
affectionately. "You do that, and I'll leave you in
peace. You've earned it. You won the game."
I looked at my sweet seven-year-old Emily. She had done
so much already. She'd suckled my breast. She'd sucked
on this man's cock. She'd even licked my clit, and
helped the stranger put his cock inside me. And now I
put my hand softly on the back of her neck and leaned
closer to her, until our lips met.
I wondered what it must taste like for her. I knew I
still had traces of the mixed juices of my own
lubrication and his semen on my lips, but more, I still
had the copious mouthful of this stranger's cum. I
swallowed just before opening my mouth to kiss her
deeply. I knew she would be tasting the sharp, tangy
flavor of his semen on my tongue as I licked her teeth
and the inside of her lips. She kissed back, her little
tongue meeting mine. If the taste of it bothered her at
all, she didn't react. Instead she just kissed and
kissed and kissed. I loved her more purely at that
moment than I ever had before.
She fell into my arms and I held her close, kissing her
neck, hugging her to me. "I love you so much Emily... I
love you more than anything in the world."
The man watched us kneeling on the floor together,
while he pulled his pants on and zipped them up. He
left without another word.
We'd never seen him before. And we never saw him again.
End.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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