I Will *** Inside Of Your Daughter
I was eight when my stepdad married my mom. I didn't think much of it at the time, although looking back on it, he was my first introduction to the concept of sex. I remember watching Saturday morning cartoons over at his house, and after I hadn't seen him or my mom for over an hour, I went looking for them. Their door was slightly ajar, and they were both facing the opposite wall. He was ******* her hard doggystyle and slapping her ***. I watched them for a while since they couldn't see me, as I tried to figure out what they were doing.
Later that year when I woke from a nightmare, I remember walking to my mom's room (as I would frequently do, asking to sleep with her because I was scared), only to hear strange noises coming from the other side of the door. She was crying out and screaming. I had never heard those noises coming from my mother before, and my head filled with terrifying visions of him butchering and slaughtering her. Much to my surprise, when she answered the door, she was naked but totally fine and not scared at all. I told her I had had a nightmare and asked if I could sleep with her. I realized as I got in bed that they were both completely naked. I thought is was odd at the time, and I remember feeling my stepdad's strange-feeling body brushing up against mine. I felt something poking me from his waist area and didn't know why it made me uncomfortable. Many years later I would realize that it had been his still-erect penis pushing up against me.
A few years later when I started to develop breasts earlier than any of the other girls in my grade, my stepdad (who was a therapist) talked to me about how it was a natural part of maturing into a young woman. Because of these frequent talks, I didn't think it was odd that he used to comment on the size of my **** all the time. His nickname for me was "Skipper", (Barbie's little sister, meaning I was developing small ****.)
After a while though, it got to a point where he would comment every single time I wore a Tshirt with or without a bra, and I started to slouch so he wouldn't notice my ****. If I walked down the stairs, he would grin and loudly announce "bouncing boobies!!" as if it were a comical event. I usually blushed bright red and my mom just laughed it off.
Around that time he would usually rent one or two movies from the video store, and if we hadn't watched them both the night before, sometimes when I would come home alone from school I would watch the second movie before they both got back from work.
One day there was an extra video there called "Sex Ghost". I had no idea what I was about to see. Imagine my thrill as an 11 year-old girl feeling the first inklings of libido, watching my first ever *****. An 11-year-old getting to watch filmed sex for the first time and seeing a man pounding a screaming woman doggystyle, just like I had seen my stepdad do to my mom a few years earlier. Now I had a better insight as to what exactly they were doing, and couldn't stop wondering about just how sex and *********** worked. I fantasized about anything and everything being shoved in my mouth. The word "eject" reminded me of the word "***********," and I felt dirty every time I pushed the "eject" button on a cassette deck or VCR, picturing all of the scenes where the **** stars shot their loads onto a moaning woman's lips. I soon became addicted to ****, and my first and only thought coming home from school was eagerly anticipating the next one of "those movies" when I got home from school... I also found my stepdad's Hustler and Penthouse magazines and his ***** books, my favorite of which was called All Grown Up. It was about a babysitter who gets raped by one of the fathers, at which point she realizes she's a nymphomaniac and tries to seduce all the dads and get them to **** her and teach her everything about sex whenever she babysits.
One day as I was watching one of my stepdad's ******, I heard his car in the driveway earlier than I had expected. I jumped up to pull up my pants and rewind the video, but he came into the house just as I was putting it away.
I still remember the way he jingled the change in his pockets nervously as he asked me what I had been watching. I've never been good at lying, and I stammered my way through a pathetic excuse of watching some old video. He told me he knew what I had been watching and to my surprise, asked me, "So, what did you like about that video?"
Even at the time, my whole body bristled at how inappropriate his question was. He asked me again, "How did that movie make you feel?" "Which parts did you think were interesting?"
"You've got to be kidding me!" I thought. "Is it ok for him to ask me that?" But since he was a therapist, I thought I should answer him. I stuttered, "I don't know, I mean...I guess I kinda liked...some parts of it."
"Really? Which parts did you like?"
I was totally mortified and refused to answer.
He asked me, "Did you like the part where she used her mouth or did you like the part where he was on top of her?"
I was mortified beyond belief and just wanted this to end. I muttered that I didn't know, but I just liked it.
At this point he snapped-to and started a very conservative parental speech about how movies like that are all fine and good, but when a man and a woman really love each other, they have more meaningful sex than that. I of course had no idea what he was talking about, but just agreed to end the embarrassment and went up to my room.
But he didn't stop leaving those videos there in the same place above the TV.
For the next year I watched those videos before he got home from work and wondered if he did those things to my mom and what that mysterious difference was between those videos and real life that he had mentioned. My mind filled with possible scenarios.
One night I woke up not being able to go back to sleep. I went downstairs and sat next to him on the couch as he was watching a video. I realized immediately that it was one of "those movies", and got very tense, but figured the best thing I could do was to stay where I was and act naive like I didn't realize what we were watching. As the man in the movie had a woman isolated in a canoe in the middle of a lake, he started ******* her with his toe and then pushed her down in the bottom of the boat and forced his **** in her, ******* her as she protested weakly and tried to push him off of her. Both my stepdad and I watched silently and tensely. I was confused. What on earth was he doing with his toes and did she really like that and why was she trying to make him stop, and why didn't he stop, and why did she seem to love what he was doing if she was trying to get him to stop?? Was this all part of the "meaningful sex" he had mentioned? Did the fact that my stepdad had rented this mean that he wanted to do this to women too? What was I supposed to say? All I remember was him uncomfortably clearing his throat.
I went back up to bed without a word. I don't remember exactly what I fantasized about that night, but afterwards my fantasies took the tone of forced/non-consensual scenarios. I remember the feeling of not wanting him to know that I understood what was going on in the videos...And in my fantasies, feigning naivete as he subtly built up to grilling me about my
"real-life" experience, as he promised me he would show me all the things I didn't understand about sex...
A few years later, I was a C cup at age 14...My **** were bigger than any of my friends and I had a full hourglass shape that I was constantly mortified about whenever I was around my stepdad. His "Skipper" nickname had upgraded to "Barbie" and he constantly made comments about me jiggling and bouncing wherever I went, no matter how frumpy my clothing was.
During this time he constantly hit on my best friend when she came over. Since she was a blonde he would constantly make really lewd sexual dumb blonde jokes and imply that she needed an older man to show her how much more grown-up men knew than guys our age. She would play along just enough to be nice and not get into an awkward confrontation, but she was openly creeped out by him.
I felt extremely guilty that I fantasized constantly about him grabbing her in the middle of the night and dragging her into the garage where he would cover her mouth, shove his **** inside her, and in her helplessness she would finally be able to be the ***** that she knew she wanted to be. Every time she came over, the sexual tension was so thick in the air and the fact that she was just a friend of mine made him so brave that he felt ok being that pervy stepdad. Whenever they talked I fantasized about him pushing her down to her knees and forcing her to learn how to suck ****. I know she was turned on by the sexual attention and she was at least a little intrigued, but not enough to act on it. I could tell that all the things that he wanted to do to me, he felt more ok about wanting to do to her, and I wished so badly that he would.
To this day I still feel immense arousal at the thought of offering up a friend for the sole purpose of her being sexually exploited by a man that I introduced her to. It's even hotter if the man in question has specific intentions for whoring the girl out or making plans to have the girl raped. I'm embarrassed to say that stranger-rape **** is one of my tried and true fantasies.
Sometimes as a teenager, when I couldn't sleep I'd come downstairs and he'd be asleep on the couch with an x-rated video playing on the VCR. Sometimes his **** would be out because he had fallen asleep after ************, and I'd sit on the other couch watching the video, staring at the head of his **** and how thick it was. I'd try to imagine what it would be like in my mouth and imagine him doing all those things to me like they did in the videos, especially the ones where the women struggled to get away.
The closest he ever came to doing anything was one time when I had a migraine late at night and I came downstairs while he was watching a normal video. He offered to give me a backrub and as he was massaging my neck, he pushed my tshirt totally down off my shoulders and started moving his hands lower and lower to the front of my chest. I was paralyzed because I didn't think this was ok, but I didn't know if I should acknowledge it, and every cell in my body was thrilled and mortified because I wanted more. His breathing got deeper and his hand movements got slower and more rhythmic. He was massaging the very top of my ****, just above my nipples, and I felt like if he had gone any lower I would have had to let him do anything he wanted to me, because he was an authority figure and this was just a massage, right??
He stopped right before he touched my nipples, cleared his throat, and patted me on the back in a fatherly kind of way. I went back to bed but was so dripping wet that three hours later after I was sure he was asleep, I went downstairs and tied my legs and one arm up with belts to legs of furniture and used the remaining free hand to use his "massager" (Hitachi Wand) on my **** as I imagined him discovering me there, tied up and with no place to go, unable to escape his amused smug grin. He mocked my helplessness by ordering me not to stop while he stroked his thick ****, watching me until he finally decided to give me a quick first lesson about *********** as he forced himself repeatedly down my throat and came all over my face, leaving me tied up there till the next morning.
This was my fantasy my entire life. While having boring vanilla sex, my reluctant and guilty last resort was to imagine my stepdad's musky hand over my mouth, pinning me down helplessly with his massive body and shoving his fat **** inside me as he hissed to me that I was a dirty ***** just like my mother and he'd tell her I enjoyed it if I ever told on him.
A few years ago I decided I wanted to finally act out my fantasy and contacted a guy on Craigslist who was searching for his lovely "daughter" to share special "lessons" with. I met him at some public hot tubs at the edge of town. I went without telling anyone where I was going. I had no idea who he was or what he looked like. All I knew was that as soon as I met him, he was going to do whatever he wanted to me all night long. It turned me on beyond all belief that no one knew I was there so I couldn't get away or stop him even if I wanted to. I was effectively putting myself in a position to be raped all night long by a stranger. He turned out to be more than twice my age, and he loved duct taping my mouth shut while he raped his "little baby girl's" ******* after he had gotten me thoroughly drunk. His **** was massive and it took all night for him to finally stretch my ******* out enough to fit inside of me. I loved the feeling of being aching and sore for a week, mostly because my stepdad had had a huge **** too, so I could fantasize that it had really been him. We met three times at different private hot tubs and hotels and he "taught" me about how I could show my daddy how much I loved him by opening all of my little body up to him.
His persona was a little too innocent to fulfill my personal fantasy though, since what I really wanted was for my stepdad to confront me about what a dirty little **** I was and teach me how to grow up quickly and be a better little ***** than any of my friends or my mom. I wanted him to beat me, slap me, tie me up and make me do anything and everything, all while threatening me that this was our little secret and he'd stop letting me suck his **** if I told anyone.
I know it's completely socially unacceptable, but I really wish to this day that I had been a little less shy around my stepdad and had asked him if he could please show me how sex in real life was different from the movies. I know he wanted it too, and I think of all the years we could have had as he got to enjoy my adolescent body and I got to be roughly initiated into the world of sex and by being repeatedly violated by my dirty old stepdad.
Later that year when I woke from a nightmare, I remember walking to my mom's room (as I would frequently do, asking to sleep with her because I was scared), only to hear strange noises coming from the other side of the door. She was crying out and screaming. I had never heard those noises coming from my mother before, and my head filled with terrifying visions of him butchering and slaughtering her. Much to my surprise, when she answered the door, she was naked but totally fine and not scared at all. I told her I had had a nightmare and asked if I could sleep with her. I realized as I got in bed that they were both completely naked. I thought is was odd at the time, and I remember feeling my stepdad's strange-feeling body brushing up against mine. I felt something poking me from his waist area and didn't know why it made me uncomfortable. Many years later I would realize that it had been his still-erect penis pushing up against me.
A few years later when I started to develop breasts earlier than any of the other girls in my grade, my stepdad (who was a therapist) talked to me about how it was a natural part of maturing into a young woman. Because of these frequent talks, I didn't think it was odd that he used to comment on the size of my **** all the time. His nickname for me was "Skipper", (Barbie's little sister, meaning I was developing small ****.)
After a while though, it got to a point where he would comment every single time I wore a Tshirt with or without a bra, and I started to slouch so he wouldn't notice my ****. If I walked down the stairs, he would grin and loudly announce "bouncing boobies!!" as if it were a comical event. I usually blushed bright red and my mom just laughed it off.
Around that time he would usually rent one or two movies from the video store, and if we hadn't watched them both the night before, sometimes when I would come home alone from school I would watch the second movie before they both got back from work.
One day there was an extra video there called "Sex Ghost". I had no idea what I was about to see. Imagine my thrill as an 11 year-old girl feeling the first inklings of libido, watching my first ever *****. An 11-year-old getting to watch filmed sex for the first time and seeing a man pounding a screaming woman doggystyle, just like I had seen my stepdad do to my mom a few years earlier. Now I had a better insight as to what exactly they were doing, and couldn't stop wondering about just how sex and *********** worked. I fantasized about anything and everything being shoved in my mouth. The word "eject" reminded me of the word "***********," and I felt dirty every time I pushed the "eject" button on a cassette deck or VCR, picturing all of the scenes where the **** stars shot their loads onto a moaning woman's lips. I soon became addicted to ****, and my first and only thought coming home from school was eagerly anticipating the next one of "those movies" when I got home from school... I also found my stepdad's Hustler and Penthouse magazines and his ***** books, my favorite of which was called All Grown Up. It was about a babysitter who gets raped by one of the fathers, at which point she realizes she's a nymphomaniac and tries to seduce all the dads and get them to **** her and teach her everything about sex whenever she babysits.
One day as I was watching one of my stepdad's ******, I heard his car in the driveway earlier than I had expected. I jumped up to pull up my pants and rewind the video, but he came into the house just as I was putting it away.
I still remember the way he jingled the change in his pockets nervously as he asked me what I had been watching. I've never been good at lying, and I stammered my way through a pathetic excuse of watching some old video. He told me he knew what I had been watching and to my surprise, asked me, "So, what did you like about that video?"
Even at the time, my whole body bristled at how inappropriate his question was. He asked me again, "How did that movie make you feel?" "Which parts did you think were interesting?"
"You've got to be kidding me!" I thought. "Is it ok for him to ask me that?" But since he was a therapist, I thought I should answer him. I stuttered, "I don't know, I mean...I guess I kinda liked...some parts of it."
"Really? Which parts did you like?"
I was totally mortified and refused to answer.
He asked me, "Did you like the part where she used her mouth or did you like the part where he was on top of her?"
I was mortified beyond belief and just wanted this to end. I muttered that I didn't know, but I just liked it.
At this point he snapped-to and started a very conservative parental speech about how movies like that are all fine and good, but when a man and a woman really love each other, they have more meaningful sex than that. I of course had no idea what he was talking about, but just agreed to end the embarrassment and went up to my room.
But he didn't stop leaving those videos there in the same place above the TV.
For the next year I watched those videos before he got home from work and wondered if he did those things to my mom and what that mysterious difference was between those videos and real life that he had mentioned. My mind filled with possible scenarios.
One night I woke up not being able to go back to sleep. I went downstairs and sat next to him on the couch as he was watching a video. I realized immediately that it was one of "those movies", and got very tense, but figured the best thing I could do was to stay where I was and act naive like I didn't realize what we were watching. As the man in the movie had a woman isolated in a canoe in the middle of a lake, he started ******* her with his toe and then pushed her down in the bottom of the boat and forced his **** in her, ******* her as she protested weakly and tried to push him off of her. Both my stepdad and I watched silently and tensely. I was confused. What on earth was he doing with his toes and did she really like that and why was she trying to make him stop, and why didn't he stop, and why did she seem to love what he was doing if she was trying to get him to stop?? Was this all part of the "meaningful sex" he had mentioned? Did the fact that my stepdad had rented this mean that he wanted to do this to women too? What was I supposed to say? All I remember was him uncomfortably clearing his throat.
I went back up to bed without a word. I don't remember exactly what I fantasized about that night, but afterwards my fantasies took the tone of forced/non-consensual scenarios. I remember the feeling of not wanting him to know that I understood what was going on in the videos...And in my fantasies, feigning naivete as he subtly built up to grilling me about my
"real-life" experience, as he promised me he would show me all the things I didn't understand about sex...
A few years later, I was a C cup at age 14...My **** were bigger than any of my friends and I had a full hourglass shape that I was constantly mortified about whenever I was around my stepdad. His "Skipper" nickname had upgraded to "Barbie" and he constantly made comments about me jiggling and bouncing wherever I went, no matter how frumpy my clothing was.
During this time he constantly hit on my best friend when she came over. Since she was a blonde he would constantly make really lewd sexual dumb blonde jokes and imply that she needed an older man to show her how much more grown-up men knew than guys our age. She would play along just enough to be nice and not get into an awkward confrontation, but she was openly creeped out by him.
I felt extremely guilty that I fantasized constantly about him grabbing her in the middle of the night and dragging her into the garage where he would cover her mouth, shove his **** inside her, and in her helplessness she would finally be able to be the ***** that she knew she wanted to be. Every time she came over, the sexual tension was so thick in the air and the fact that she was just a friend of mine made him so brave that he felt ok being that pervy stepdad. Whenever they talked I fantasized about him pushing her down to her knees and forcing her to learn how to suck ****. I know she was turned on by the sexual attention and she was at least a little intrigued, but not enough to act on it. I could tell that all the things that he wanted to do to me, he felt more ok about wanting to do to her, and I wished so badly that he would.
To this day I still feel immense arousal at the thought of offering up a friend for the sole purpose of her being sexually exploited by a man that I introduced her to. It's even hotter if the man in question has specific intentions for whoring the girl out or making plans to have the girl raped. I'm embarrassed to say that stranger-rape **** is one of my tried and true fantasies.
Sometimes as a teenager, when I couldn't sleep I'd come downstairs and he'd be asleep on the couch with an x-rated video playing on the VCR. Sometimes his **** would be out because he had fallen asleep after ************, and I'd sit on the other couch watching the video, staring at the head of his **** and how thick it was. I'd try to imagine what it would be like in my mouth and imagine him doing all those things to me like they did in the videos, especially the ones where the women struggled to get away.
The closest he ever came to doing anything was one time when I had a migraine late at night and I came downstairs while he was watching a normal video. He offered to give me a backrub and as he was massaging my neck, he pushed my tshirt totally down off my shoulders and started moving his hands lower and lower to the front of my chest. I was paralyzed because I didn't think this was ok, but I didn't know if I should acknowledge it, and every cell in my body was thrilled and mortified because I wanted more. His breathing got deeper and his hand movements got slower and more rhythmic. He was massaging the very top of my ****, just above my nipples, and I felt like if he had gone any lower I would have had to let him do anything he wanted to me, because he was an authority figure and this was just a massage, right??
He stopped right before he touched my nipples, cleared his throat, and patted me on the back in a fatherly kind of way. I went back to bed but was so dripping wet that three hours later after I was sure he was asleep, I went downstairs and tied my legs and one arm up with belts to legs of furniture and used the remaining free hand to use his "massager" (Hitachi Wand) on my **** as I imagined him discovering me there, tied up and with no place to go, unable to escape his amused smug grin. He mocked my helplessness by ordering me not to stop while he stroked his thick ****, watching me until he finally decided to give me a quick first lesson about *********** as he forced himself repeatedly down my throat and came all over my face, leaving me tied up there till the next morning.
This was my fantasy my entire life. While having boring vanilla sex, my reluctant and guilty last resort was to imagine my stepdad's musky hand over my mouth, pinning me down helplessly with his massive body and shoving his fat **** inside me as he hissed to me that I was a dirty ***** just like my mother and he'd tell her I enjoyed it if I ever told on him.
A few years ago I decided I wanted to finally act out my fantasy and contacted a guy on Craigslist who was searching for his lovely "daughter" to share special "lessons" with. I met him at some public hot tubs at the edge of town. I went without telling anyone where I was going. I had no idea who he was or what he looked like. All I knew was that as soon as I met him, he was going to do whatever he wanted to me all night long. It turned me on beyond all belief that no one knew I was there so I couldn't get away or stop him even if I wanted to. I was effectively putting myself in a position to be raped all night long by a stranger. He turned out to be more than twice my age, and he loved duct taping my mouth shut while he raped his "little baby girl's" ******* after he had gotten me thoroughly drunk. His **** was massive and it took all night for him to finally stretch my ******* out enough to fit inside of me. I loved the feeling of being aching and sore for a week, mostly because my stepdad had had a huge **** too, so I could fantasize that it had really been him. We met three times at different private hot tubs and hotels and he "taught" me about how I could show my daddy how much I loved him by opening all of my little body up to him.
His persona was a little too innocent to fulfill my personal fantasy though, since what I really wanted was for my stepdad to confront me about what a dirty little **** I was and teach me how to grow up quickly and be a better little ***** than any of my friends or my mom. I wanted him to beat me, slap me, tie me up and make me do anything and everything, all while threatening me that this was our little secret and he'd stop letting me suck his **** if I told anyone.
I know it's completely socially unacceptable, but I really wish to this day that I had been a little less shy around my stepdad and had asked him if he could please show me how sex in real life was different from the movies. I know he wanted it too, and I think of all the years we could have had as he got to enjoy my adolescent body and I got to be roughly initiated into the world of sex and by being repeatedly violated by my dirty old stepdad.
By:
everydrop
Age:
31-35
,
Female
