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Authors name: November (nnnovember2000@yahoo.com)
Story title : Sequence of Events
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Sequence of Events
by November (nnnovember2000@yahoo.com)
***
A misunderstanding between a father and daughter ends
in a rough exchange. (M/f-teen, inc, rp, anal)
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I write this not to make excuses: I am just explaining
the circumstances behind my actions. In a sense the
outcome, to some, might justify the means. Sometimes,
events take on a life of their own. I was swept away by
the events that took my life to a place I never
imagined. Some of these events started a long time ago.
My wife, Jane, drowned in a swimming pool accident
about three years ago. We had a good year of marriage
together before her death. Jane’s death left me in
charge of her daughter Joan, my stepdaughter. Joan and
I had a pretty neutral relationship up till then. I
didn't pretend to be her father and Joan didn't
interfere with the relationship I had with her mother.
That changed, Joan became more distant from me after
her mother died. Last year, at thirteen, Joan started
dressing like a punk rocker. She cut her long blonde
hair to about two inches in length, dyed it pink, and
spiked it up. She also pierced her eyebrow, tongue,
bellybutton, and had at least eight piercings in her
ears. The clothes, to me, were even stranger for a
lovely young lady. Her new daily attire involved combat
boots, short pleated skirts, torn revealing t-shirts
and safety pins attached in seemingly random patterns.
These changes disturbed me deeply. I felt Joan was
ruining her life. She had a beauty that a cheerleader
would kill for. She was 5’3" and maybe a hundred
pounds. Her firm athletic frame had nice curves, top to
bottom. At first, I tried to control her changes but
the more I intervened, the worse it got. So in the end,
I left Joan to herself and concentrated on things I
could control. I spent extra hours at work and if there
was not enough work, well I drank. Needless to say, I
left my fourteen-year-old stepdaughter to her own
devices.
The events of this story happened very quickly and in
the span of one day. I woke up late that morning. I
spilt hot coffee on my white shirt and my pants,
staining my clothes, which I did not have time to
change, and scalding my genitals.
On the way to work I was trapped in a traffic jam for
over an hour. An hour after lunch, I was informed by my
boss I would have to take a new position at work, which
came with a pay cut or be downsized. Of course, I
agreed to the new position but now I was in a really
foul mood. At that point, my boss half-heartedly
laughed and said I could have the rest of the day off,
saying it was the least he could do.
I immediately went to a bar that was close to my
workplace to pound down a couple of beers. At the
moment, I still had something to look forward to; an
evening with a lady I had been dating for a couple of
weeks.
As luck would have it, my date called my cell to
enlighten me with the reasons she did not think our
relationship was working. You've heard it before, it's
me not you. I was raving now.
I proceeded to slam back six more beers and two shots
of cheap whiskey before I left for home. I was drunk
enough to be wary on the road. I arrived home without
incident but I did promise myself that I would not
drink and drive again.
As soon as I entered the house, I knew that things were
going to get worse. The reek of pot surrounded me and
loud punk music was coming from upstairs. Joan had
broken the only two rules that I tried to enforce at
the house.
Rule 1. No drugs in the house.
Rule 2. No visitors without my supervision.
In a rage, I bound up the stairs and burst into my
stepdaughter’s room. As I had suspected, I found Joan
and some punk rocker involved in some heavy petting. I
grabbed the punk by his shirt, physically lifting him
off the bed and dragged him kicking and screaming out
of the house.
I immediately returned upstairs to confront Joan. She
was at the door to her room, glassy eyed and unsteady.
She was wearing a black t-shirt that was torn to expose
her firm pale belly, an extremely short red plaid
pleated skirt with safety pins on it and black combat
boots.
"What the FUCK do you think you're doing? I live here
too!" she screamed at me.
"You brought drugs and some slimy punk into our home,"
I raged back at her.
The punk music was blazing in my ears and the alcohol
was surging through my veins, making it hard to think.
Joan took a step backward at my angry outburst. I moved
to grab her and shake her, but in her effort to avoid
me she tripped and fell on to her bed, landing face
first on her mattress and I leapt on top of her,
pinning her to the bed. Her red plaid pleated skirt had
risen, allowing me to glimpse her naked ass.
"You were going to have sex with that boy! You're only
fourteen years old!" I fumed.
"Get off of me; I can do what I want," she wailed.
That's when I noticed a tube of KY jelly on the sheets.
"You want to fuck? Then that's what you will do!!"
exploded. In my twisted anger I related it to the
punishment my father gave me when he caught me smoking
cigarettes. That day in my youth my father forced me to
chain-smoke until I puked. It took three packs.
In a panicked voice my daughter said, "What? You are
crazy?!" She tried to get up, but I held her down with
my left hand on her back. I reached over with my right
hand and grabbed the opened tube of KY, jabbing it into
her anus. I had mistakenly thought Joan had planned on
having anal sex.
"AHHHH it is cold, stop!!" she screamed at me.
I dropped the KY tube and unzipped my trousers fly. My
rock hard penis sprang out of the flap in my boxer
shorts. My penis was going to be the instrument that I
was going to punish my daughter with. I took the time
to gaze at the smooth pale skin of Joan's round ass. I
was excited about the control I was, for the time
being, applying to my daughter. There was a tension in
the air as ragged breath shook Joan’s body, a mixture
of adrenaline and sex.
I put the tip of my penis to her KY laden anus and
rubbed myself along her crack to lube my shaft.
"Stop daddy! Stop!" she pleaded with me. She had never
called me daddy before but I was too far gone to stop
now, and maybe too drunk too. I lined my penis up with
Joan’s asshole and pushed the tip in. As I grabbed her
hips, Joan moaned "No daddy! Please no!"
Sweat ran down my forehead as I plunged my shaft into
her unexplored tight hole. "No, oooooh!!" Joan squealed
as she turned her head to the side. "I'm sorry daddy. I
won’t do it again, just please stop!" she said through
her sobbing. Her hot anal channel was squeezing the tip
of my shaft.
I could see the tears running down her face. I became
frantic, pushing past the resistance of her anus,
plunging my thick six-inch penis deeper. The length of
my penis is average but it is very thick.
Normally I would have exploded immediately but the
alcohol had dulled my sense enough that I was still
ready to go. I gave her one more powerful lunge and I
was completely lodged into her. Joan released her
breath in a whoosh.
Then I began to fuck her ass with savage long deep
strokes. My eyes were glued to my penis spreading her
behind open. Joan’s ass grasped my shaft as I pulled
out, and gave delicious resistance as I plunged back in
over and over again.
I was in dazed heaven as I rabbit fuck her ass. I lost
myself in the heavy punk music playing as I thrust
deeper and harder into Joan. She was making "Ugh! Ugh!"
noises at each stroke. The punk music helped me set a
savage pace.
As I thrust I leaned forward and slid my hands under
her shirt to grab her warm firm breasts. I flicked her
hard nipples with my thumbs as I rammed her backside. I
discovered that she had pierced her nipples with little
rods as my fingers explored her breasts. I could feel
her rapid heart beat and frantic breathing as my chest
beat against her back. The channel of her ass spasms
around my penis as I continued to pound into her made
me work even harder. Joan’s ass was open to my invasion
and my angry was subsiding.
Then it hit me. I was raping my stepdaughter, in her
ass! I stopped with my penis jammed deep inside of
Joan. It was like I had woken up from a dream. "Oh
Joan, what have I done? I am so sorry, I lost control,"
I said as if this was an excuse for what I was doing. I
wiped the tears from her face and I kissed her on the
cheek and whispered how sorry I was. Then she surprised
by asking, "Do you hate me daddy?"
"No baby, no, I love you. You are all I have now that
your mother is dead," was my heart felt reply.
"I love you too, daddy," she told me with passion.
I kiss the side of her face, inadvertently pushing my
penis deeper into her. Joan turned her face and tried
to kiss me back. I moved her head with my hands and
leaned in to kiss her on the lips. I felt her tongue
snake into my mouth and her tongue piercing rattled
against my teeth.
I sucked on her tongue as I started a slow rhythm with
my hips.
"Mmmm that feels nice," she said as she slipped her
hand between her legs. Joan began to push her butt up
to meet my gentle thrusts. Her breath began to come
quicker as we found our rhythm. I moved my hands back
to her breasts and kissed her neck.
"Joan you are the best I have every had," I whispered
into her ear.
"Daddy, you're my first, I am glad you are my first,"
she whispered back.
"I'm sorry I've treated you so badly. I love you very
much and want only the best for you," I said as I
chewed on her ear gently.
Joan began to thrash about underneath me; her anus
contracted and released my penis in an almost painful
way. Her face clinched in a pain-pleasure mask. As her
body shook under me and I hugged her close.
"Daddy, that was incredible," she said with joy in her
voice and tears in her eyes. I picked up the pace, but
with care I explored her inside and out. I enjoyed the
warmth and tightness of her asshole: I let my hands
roam over her firm young body. I could feel my orgasm
building up in my balls.
"Joan, I am going to cum," I whispered in a choked
voice.
"Yes, daddy come on me," she said in a ragged voice.
I pulled out of Joan’s furnace with an audible pop and
I slide up the crack of her ass with an easy stroke,
spewing sperm all over her skirt, her back and shirt.
It was an electric feeling and vision. I could feel the
wetness between us as I collapsed on top of my
daughter. Then I disappeared into sleep.
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I woke up not knowing where I was for a moment. I was
in Joan’s room. My sore penis reminded me of what I had
done. I was no longer in my clothes. Joan must have
cleaned me up and put some shorts on me. I felt her
next to me, "Daddy tell me you love me again."
"I love you Joan."
END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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