Shylock's Story Pages -------------------------------------- Daddy Dearest An True Story Author Ranee [Little Devil] When I first learned to both love and fear my father, I also became aware of my own sexual desires. He first introduced me to sex by slipping into bed with me one night while mom was out of town. He stripped my baby doll pajama bottoms from me and began fondling my clit. I had no idea what he was doing. He asked me if it was ok for him to touch my pussy. I knew it wasn't really right, but he was my father and I was afraid to tell him "No". I just laid there and let him continue to stroke my pussy until it started to tingle and then my body started to shake as he held me to his chest tightly and stroked my pussy faster! It felt so good, and I felt so naughty and wrong. I knew that I'd been a bad girl to let him do that to me. When my body stopped shaking, he got out of the bed and said, "Don't ever tell your mom what you let me do. If you do, she will get mad and will send you away." Then he left the room. That the was the first time he came to me at night. From then on, dad became an late riser, getting up with me in the morning when I got up for school. He stopped complaining about mom's business trips which kept her out of town. When the alarm clock went off in the mornings, I would lay there quietly, hoping that dad had already left for work. I would get up and tip-toe down the hall and then downstairs to stand beside the heater in the living room while I dressed. I knew in my heart that there would be no avoiding him. No matter how softly I stepped, or how quietly I gathered my clothes for the day, he would still wake and come into the room with me. At first, he would just finger my clit until I trembled and shook and be content with that. But, with time, he got bolder. Laying me across his lap, with his cock pressing into the back of my head, I would feel his erection hardening as his fingers rubbed my clit and pressed in and out of the edge of my cunt. I had begun to relax and enjoy his fingers massaging me to orgasm. Then one day, as my trembling slowly faded, he rolled me over in his lap. His hard, thick penis was pressing against my lips. I could smell the musky scent of his arousal. I nervously awaited his directions with this new experience. "Open your mouth little girl and suck on daddy's cock a little.", he said as he pressed it between my lips. I followed his directions and hesitantly opened my mouth a fraction of an inch. Seeing his opportunity, he grabbed my face and thrust his cock farther between my lips. I felt the swollen shaft brushing against my tongue. His cock head was pressing deeper into my mouth, searching for my throat. Instinctively, I opened my mouth wider, and felt his cock pressing against my throat and then pulling back out, only to thrust it's way back in again and again. His cock began to swell and I could taste his pre-cum on my tongue. His hands grabbed both sides of my head as he shouted, "Oh yeah!! Here it comes! Daddy's gonna soak your throat!! Suck it little girl! Drink my cum!" Scared and confused I struggled and gagged as his cum shot into my mouth. His cock pressed deeper and shot after shot of hot thick cum splashed in my throat and filled my mouth. Dad held my face tight as I struggled to get away, scared that I would choke. He pulled his cock from my lips and forced my mouth closed as he told me, "Swallow it baby. Drink your daddy's cum." I forced my throat to swallow as I felt the warm cum slide down. Satisfied, that I had done as he told me, he stood, closed his bathrobe and warned, "Don't tell anyone what just happened, or else you know what will happen to you." How could I tell anyone? I barely knew what had happened my self! In the next few months, I became aware what exactly was happening. Every morning, the same scenario would be repeated. He would strip me of my clothes, lay me across his lap and stroke my clit until I collapsed in orgasm. Then I would practise pleasing him, sucking his cock until he shot his warm thick cum in my mouth. Like a narcotic, I became addicted to him. I had begun seeking dad out when he would be alone in the garage or out in the barn. When he would notice me lingering about, he would wait until the coast was clear, pulling me into the dark and pull my panties down to slip his hand inside and finger me until I came, quivering and shaking in his arms. When it was over, he would send me away. Instead of being fearful, I became eager and anxious when he took to rising later each morning, or when I encountered him outside alone. No matter how late he rose, he would find me in skimpy pajamas, waiting for his ministrations. Now and then, he would oversleep and would find me dressed for school when he got up. He would act as if nothing were out of the ordinary and strip me before taking advantage of my body, barely finishing with me before the school bus arrived. A year after he had first begun initiating me into sex, mom was called out of town on a weekend trip to Chicago. Dad drove her to the airport, reassuring her at the gate that "Everything will be fine. I'll take good care of our little girl." As I heard him say this, I knew what he was intending. I wished I were going with her. I was tired of feeling guilty and yet, I loved the way my pussy felt when he made me cum. I had become hungry for his fingers. I wasn't found of sucking his cock, but I did it willingly because I knew that if I did, he would keep making me cum. At the same time, I was afraid of what he might do if I said, "No.". As he pulled the car into the long driveway to our home, hidden by thick pine trees, I felt his fingers stroking their way up my bare leg. I wiggled a little farther toward the door as he said, "You can't get away from me that easy little girl. We're going to have a good time this weekend, you and me." Something in his voice sounded different and I began to be more and more nervous. I did my best not to upset him and did as he asked, getting dinner ready for us and clearing up afterward. When the kitchen was cleaned, I turned off the kitchen light and turned to leave the room when I felt his hands on my shoulders. He held me firmly as he said, "Come on baby, it's time for bed." He led me down the hall and up the stairs to his room. Picking me up and laying me on his bed, he said, "Tonight, I'm going to give you what your momma gets." Nervous and scared, I layed there and watched as he stood and shed his clothes until he was naked with his big, hard cock bouncing in front of him. I figured that I would be expected to suck him again, and I relaxed a little as he kneeled on the bed and began taking my clothes from my body. My pussy tightened involuntarily as his fingers slipped beneath my panties and slid them down my hips. The now familiar ache began to envelop me. Tossing my clothes to the floor, he reached down and placing his hands between my inner thighs, spread my legs apart. This was new, and confused, I watched as he raised himself above me. He lowered himself to me and reaching between my legs began stroking the head of his cock against my pussy lips. Up and down, he stroked until the slick virginal juices began to flow. It felt so good. He slid his cock down my slit and pressed it against my slit. I suddenly knew what he had planned to do. Tears began to flow down my face as he pressed firmly against me. I felt his cock probe into the folds of my pussy lips and pain start to pierce me, as he pressed deeper. My pussy spread open slowly. The tip of his cock head just began to penetrate, when he groaned and THRUST deep inside, tearing my tender pussy open and slamming deep inside. The pain ripped through me as I screamed!!! Ignoring my cries, he thrust again and again. Reaching down, he grabbed my ass and held it tight as he rammed his cock in and out of my tight pussy. The pain gradually subsided and my tears slowed as he grunted and groaned. With one final thrust he shouted, "AHHH!! YEAH!!! Now you're mine!! Oh Baby!", as he shot his cum deep inside me. Scared and confused, I worried that I would now be pregnant. I would be shamed as I was sent away for having my father's child. Fear, guilt and shame overcame the receding pain between my legs. Satisfied, he rolled off of me and holding me tight said, "You will sleep here tonight, little girl, just in case I need that tight little pussy of yours again." Tears flowed silently from my eyes as I listened to his even breathing in my ear. The weekend became a fuck fest for him as he experimented with my body. He spent most of the next day either masturbating me to orgasm or cumming himself by fucking me. I learned how to suck him while he licked my pussy. As he brought me closer to orgasm, my mouth would close tightly on his cock and I would suck hungrily as the waves of orgasm washed over me. When I finally told him of my fear that I might be getting pregnant, he laughed and told me, "Oh baby. You don't have to worry about that. Daddy had that taken care of a long time ago. When you were about seven, I had an operation, so that I couldn't get you pregnant." I frowned in confusion and said, "You mean so that you wouldn't get mom pregnant right?" He chuckled and raised himself above me as he said, "No, no, I knew a long time ago, that someday I would be pounding your sweet pussy. I wanted to make sure that I would be pounding it for a long time." Having said that, he reached down and slipping his hand between my legs, spread my pussy lips as he sank his cock inside. Our sexual encounters became more frequent and more daring with time. When I was fourteen, it no longer mattered, if my mother were home or not. He would send me out to the barn to do one chore or another and follow me out to "supervise". When my mom was anywhere near, he would act like the stern father, never showing any sign of affection or attraction to me. This went on for months. The next time mom went out of town, I stayed in my room, hoping that dad would tire of having sex with me. I turned on my stereo, placing the headphones over my ears as I lay on my stomach on the carpeted floor. Turning off the overhead lights, I left the black light to illuminate my skin as though I had a deep tan, and make my panties shine bright white. Dad had shown little to no attention to me this evening, so I figured I would be safe from him. Lost in the deep bass of the music, I didn't hear or see the door open or register his presence until I felt him grab me from behind. Startled, I struggled, but he pressed me to the floor. Pulling my panties with one hand he ripped them from my body. I felt his hand between my legs as he forced them open. Having become accustomed to his sexual onslaughts, I felt it best to just lie there and wait until he had satisfied himself. I felt his hands begin their usual exploration. But, this time, it was different. His hands left my skin for a moment only to return feeling wet and slippery. He stroked my pussy lips with the slippery substance and then continued up the crack in my ass. I squirmed but he pinned me down even tighter. Worried now, I struggled as he placed his weight on me, pinning me to the floor. His fingers spread the cheeks of my ass apart and I felt the slippery substance being spread all over the entrance to my ass. His finger pressed into my rectum and began probing in and out as I struggled to get free. My struggles only succeeded in inching my way under the edge of the sofa along the wall in my room. My head and shoulders now under the sofa helped to pin my down as dad pressed his weight on my back and positioned his cock at the opening to my ass. I struggled and yelled, "NO!! NOT THERE!!" But, he only pressed harder. Pain shot into my ass as I felt the muscles ripping and his huge throbbing cock spreading me open wider and forcing it's way deeper inside. Inch after inch, he worked it's way into me. Each thrust inched me that much farther under the sofa. I knew it was hopeless. He was going to fuck my ass and I couldn't stop him. When he finally got all of his cock inside me, he stopped, giving my muscles time to relax before he began pounding deeper and harder. I cried out in pain as he rammed his cock in and out of my ass. His thrusting grew to a frenzy as he grunted, "YEAH!! DAMN YOU'RE TIGHT!! LITTLE TIGHT VIRGIN ASS!! Not anymore baby! Now, I've broken all your cherries!" I felt my ass being flooded with his cum as it shot into me. I swore to myself as I felt his spasms of cum in my ass that this would never happen again. When mom got home, I told her what had been going on and what had happened that night. I didn't care if she did put me in a foster home. Even that would be better than this. I couldn't handle feeling like a tramp anymore. I couldn't handle the guilt or the pain when he raped me. But, she didn't hate me. She called the police and had him arrested for molesting her daughter. When the judge fell for his charming demeanor and let him out of a recognizance bond, he bought a gun and loaded it. When his truck pulled into the circular drive, I hid upstairs and waited for the inevitable. He walked past the house instead and on up to the pasture on the hill behind the house. I waited for something to happen, and then I heard the gun shot that told me that the intrusions were over. Daddy has been gone for 24 years now, and I've grown older. I've never learned to fully enjoy a man's sexual advances. At times, I cringe involuntarily. I've never experienced a orgasm through intercourse. The only way to this day that I can find sexual release is when my lover masturbates my clit and I close my eyes and imagine it's daddy's fingers. This month, I will be marrying a man I love dearly and I pray that I never slip and cry out in a moment of passion, "Daddy!" --------------------------------------------------------- use your Browser back button to return to Index --------------------------------------