It was the summertime vacation. It had been three month since my mother had left my founding father. He was not a man to let himself die. Life had continued, almost as before, even if I missed my female parent. Daddy did not let himself die, but he was more and more tense. I was Young and naive, I could not reckon what sexual frustration could represent for a man.

One evening I was in my bed, I was already in a land of half-sleep. It was only when he sat on my bed that I realized he was there.
- Dad, what do you want ? I was going to kip !
- Oh dear ... I did not need to wake you up ! It 's just that I feel so alone ! Would you let me ... sport with you ? !

Play ? I did not understand. It was already late, it was not time to act. And then, if he wanted to play, we could very well have played Scrabble or cards, or anything else the next day.
- But Dad, what you 're talking about, it 's so previous, I 'm so sleepy ...
- Oh nothing, you 'll see, it 's very fun, and it 'll go very quickly ...

Dad slid his hands under my pajamas. He slid the cloth on my cervix, I found myself topless. I was young, it 's true, but I understood that it was not formula. He started kissing my topless titty. I felt a very strange sensation, like a estrus, like a burn too. I started to sputter, but Daddy held me tight. His lips continued to snog me, his knife to work me, his hands to caress me. Or rather one of his hands. I felt that his rectify hand made strange campaign, a piddling like he beat eggs in snow. I did not understand why. I soon felt, on my belly, various spirt of a sticky liquid, and then, above all, very hot, but which was not ho-hum to chill down. My father put my pajamas back in place. It was very unpleasant, the sensation of the fabric stuck to my belly by this cold liquid. My father kissed me on the cheek, thanked me for playing with him, and he left almost as quickly he came.

I did not slumber that dark, I could not believe what had happened. In the morning, I would not have believed it if I had not seen the stain on my pajama, and the yellowish pic on my stomach before going to wash.

Throughout the day we both did as if nil had happened. In the eve, however, almost at the same hour, my Father of the Church entered my way. I knew what was going to happen, or at to the lowest degree that was what I thought. My throat was knotted. My father, again, sat down adjacent to me. Without saying a word, he firmly grasped my knocker through my pj's ( I had changed, of grade ).

- Dad ... What are you doing ? ? ?

I was very distressed, I did not need him to do anymore disgusting matter with me again, but I did not know how to stop him.

-Ah, favorite, you want to know what I 'm doing ?

My father got up. I wanted to run away, but I was paralyzed. And where could I go, what could I do ? Dad lit the light in my elbow room, and sat down.

- You are correct my pet, it is better that you see what happens, you are old enough after all, you 're old enough to understand.

Like the day before, pop pulled down the fabric of my pajama and spread my little topless breasts, ring of color and orange pink nipples. I had a chunk in my stomach. daddy began to caress me, looking me straightaway in the eyes, with an ironic, posterior musical note, as if he were telling me : `` I own you, you are mine ! '' My reverence has redoubled. Again, I felt his warm, moistness knife spreading on my chest his incestuous saliva. Then I saw him take out his cock. I had never seen one `` for substantial '', it seemed enormous. With his dick, he started caressing me on my breadbasket, on my breasts. His tip was purplish, there was a variety of liquid that allowed his phallus to slide more than easily over my skin. My father lavished these loathsome caresses for a few transactions. Then he stopped. I thought it was over. But no, it was not over.

He planted his peter against my fount, against my mouth more precisely. I could smell his musky rooster. I looked at him, tears in his heart, to beg him to stop. I could not talk, you see why. He stroked his hammer against my lip, but I clenched my teeth. He was trying to labor, but I was holding on.

- infant, why do not you want to ? It 's very fun, you 'll see ...

But all this was not fun. I shook my head from left to right and from right to left, crying, but being very deliberate not to open my mouth. It was a nightmare.

- Orhhh, baby, you could attain an exploit, he will not bite you. Well, you do not desire to take in, it 's your right ...

I was relieved, I thought he finally found reason. Yet he began to jerk off, in front end of me, a few column inch from my face. I found this really sordid. And even more when he ejaculated on his stinky, thick, burning and then icy liquid state, with a hoarse growl. He looked at me like that, a few minutes. I had my oculus closed, I waited for him to come out, I did not want to cope with his cold eyes. Finally, he told me to go and wash my boldness. I obeyed, trying not to cross his eyes.

The next day, I stayed in my room most of the sunrise, to annul crossing it. I went down only when he called me for the meal. After five minutes with my middle plunged into my dental plate, as I was not hungry, I asked if I could give the mesa. He answered me :

- If you do not want to swallow, anyway ...

His pure tone was good of innuendo, but I did not care, I hurried out to my room to get public security, at least until evening. But I did not get peace, quite the contrary. About half an hour after the meal, when I was asleep, totally demoralized, exhausted by two nights without sleep, he was sitting on the boundary of the bed again. He moved me.

- Wake up, Cinderella ...

When I saw him there, sitting beside me, I wanted to throw myself out of the window. Still, I had no approximation what he was going to do, I just thought he was going to cum on me or try to get sucked. I did not tell him, I just looked away.

Yet, this time, Daddy did not attack my top, but my seat. He slid my shapeless jogging drawers, taking advantage of my surprisal. When I felt the fabric slip along my pegleg, I began to struggle, like an hysterical girl, before I got a noisy and resounding slap.

- You did not want to take up me last night, so much the defective for you ! And now stop crying or I 'll REALLY get disconcert !

I swallowed my snag and my pity. He pulled his thing out of his bloomers, he was already having a hard-on. He penetrated me brutally, totally dry. I screamed in pain in the ass. He gave me a new pair of slaps.

- What the hell is that ? You want to rag the whole neighborhood ! ! !

I felt a liquid sink, I knew it was my blood. My dad was filling my pussy at full speed, without the slightest tenderness. I begged him to turn back, but he did not listen. He had not been listening to me for the finis thirty-six time of day. His breath was getting curt and shorter, the rhythm of his hips more and more intrusive. I felt his thing harden and shiver.

- set, little bitch ! ?

His insult made me fel worse than his puff. He pushed a foresightful moan, beastly, and I felt a warm liquid state spilling into me. pappa fell on me, before kissing me. On leaving, he said :

- I 'm sorry, darling, I would have liked it to do it otherwise. You 'll see, you 'll originate to love it ...

*

I never liked it. Yet, after that, I let him do what he wanted. I even agreed to suck him, to avoid irritating him. His tool and his cum in my mouth were even more disgusting than when he penetrated me. However, he was a little more tender than the maiden time, he took his time to fondle my breasts, to bat my pussy, but it did not leave me any pleasure.

Against all odds, my mother returned home a niggling before my nineteenth birthday. It was about six months after he raped me for the first sentence. Now, it 's been almost a twelvemonth since Mom came back. My Fatherhood no longer touch me, I suppose Mom gives him the sex he needs.

At high noon, my mother told Daddy and me that Granny was going to want operating theatre. zippo really serious, but Mom should remain at her home for at least three workweek to help oneself her recovering. When papa looked at me, I knew I would have to propagate my stage again .