~Subject: Dark Dreamer - Daddy Dearest - Mf/Rape/Pain/Incest
~From: an84561@anon.penet.fi (Dark Dreamer)
~Date: Mon, 11 Mar 1996 12:34:01 UTC
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories


Daddy Mf/Incest/rape/pain

     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.

end
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Dark Dreamers know the difference between fantasy and reality.
DD