“Why don’t you come in for a night cap” she offered.  “I don’t really feel ready to say good night just yet.”  Her voice was suggestive.

 

“I really should get home” he said.  “I have an early day tomorrow, and I have already had more to drink than I should be trying to drive with.”  Her kiss was tempting, but he really didn’t want the blind date to go any further than it had already.

 

She reached up and touched his face and then let her hand slide down his neck and then down the front of his chest.  The gesture was provocative, and it had the desired effect.  It turned the tide of the battle between reason and desire that had been raging between his brain and his groin.  She was not his type.  She would not have been attractive even if she had not been overweight.  It had been a blind date setup through a computer dating service.  Her profile had not been very specific and had not included a picture or he would not have agreed to the first date meeting.  It was obvious that she was willing, but he was old enough to know that if he fucked her there would be obligations.  He knew he should say good night and let it mean goodbye, but he had had a little more to drink than was normal for him, and he hadn’t been in a woman in months which was not normal for him.

 

The door opened had he let her lead him into her apartment.  He resolved to keep this short and make his exit long before things got physical.  If he got on her he knew he would have to call her probably even see her again.  He would end up feeling sorry for her and then it would turn into a messy thing.

 

“Sit down” she said “I’ll get us some wine.  I think you will like this one; not at all pretentious.  It has only the slightest touch of alcohol.  It will help you sober up a bit before you leave.”  Somehow her words actually seemed to make sense at the time.

 

“I really should be getting to bed” he said.

 

“Well, let’s not rush things” she scolded.  Her voice was suggestive enough to make the double entendre obvious.

 

“I… I didn’t mean…” he had no idea how to get out of the verbal mess he had gotten into.  She sat beside him and handed him a glass of red which he sipped because he didn’t know what to say.  “Ah…” the stimulation went through him leaving both shock and arousal in equal amounts as her hand went up the inside of his thigh.  He leaned back on the couch automatically his legs parting slightly.  Her hand continued up and slid over the growing wad at the top of his thighs.  “I really can’t… I mean I really have to…”

 

She silenced him by putting her mouth over his and kissing him.  By the time she lifted off of him he was groping her breast.  He could not exactly remember how that had happened.  He hadn’t had to seduce her, and that alone was driving him wild.  He pushed her back against the couch beside him and moved over her to take the initiative. Her moves suggested he could do whatever he wanted to her and whether that was his imagination or truth it had the same effect.  He had completely forgotten his resolve; he was going to fuck her.

 

She unbuttoned her blouse and unhooked the front clasp of her bra making it easier for him to get at her.  It felt as if he had ordered her to do that, but he could remember saying anything.  It didn’t matter.  He had his hand inside her bra cup and was working on her before the kiss ended.

 

“Please be gentile with me” she begged.  “I haven’t had it in a long time.  I’m awfully tight.  I’ll do whatever you want, but please don’t hurt me.”  He lifted off her and held out his hand to help her up.  She led the way to the bedroom.

 

Before he really knew what was happening he was pulling off his turtle neck shirt.  He had lost the sports jacket earlier but could not remember taking it off.  She was kneeling on the bed pulling her skirt up over he ass.  Her blouse and bra were gone and she was naked from the waist up and if she had been wearing panties she had lost them earlier.  She squirmed around and positioned herself, spreading her knees to give him a good look at her beaver in the dim light.

 

“Go ahead” she offered.  “Take me like a bitch.”  She lay her breasts down on the bed, arched her back and put her hands against the headboard to brace her body against his thrust.

 

He crawled up on the bed behind her and knelt between her knees.  He undid his belt unzipped his pants and took his penis out of his underwear.  He bent forward slightly and shoved it into her.

 

“Ah… oh god it’s so big” she moaned as he gave it to her.  All thought of being gentle vanished with the first penetration.  He bent forward and put his hands against the headboard above her and began to hammer on her with his hips.  She was panting as each thrust forced the air out of her lungs.  He grunted in ecstasy. 

 

The entire episode lasted only a few minutes.  She was tight on him and she was actively squeezing with her cunt muscles.  His cock had gone in like an iron rod and he fucked her like an animal.  Finally he bent down and grabbed her shoulders.  He arched his back to the limit of the tendons and forced his hips against her thighs.  He knew he was hurting her.  He knew she hadn’t seen a lot of action and his cock was longer than the tube he was forcing it into.  He didn’t care.  He was beyond caring.  He began pumping her full, empting himself into her.

 

When he was done breeding her he collapsed on top of her trying to catch his breath.  His penis softened quickly and he rolled off onto the bed beside her; his pants and underwear still around his knees.  At first he was just a little embarrassed, and then he began to feel the guilt.  He had not done one thing to help her enjoy the intercourse.  He had gotten completely lost in his own needs.  He had not even made an effort to control himself or delay his ejaculation.  There had been almost no foreplay; to make him feel worse he had really enjoyed it.  He had come into her house determined not to get in bed with her.  He didn’t find her attractive.  He couldn’t even say he liked her.  He had just used her; hurt her and loved every one of the few short minutes.

 

“I’m sorry” he apologized.  “I normally don’t…”  She was lying on her side beside him smiling up at him.  Her expression silenced his remorse.

 

“You shouldn’t apologize” she said.  “You’re a man, a real man and you just took me the way a man is supposed to fuck a woman.  You should never apologize for your masculinity.”

 

He raised his eyes to meet hers. She was lying on her side looking up at him.  She wasn’t beautiful, her body wouldn’t have been sexy even if she lost fifty pounds, but lost in the feelings that her eyes conveyed, he didn’t notice.  All of her physical attributes were gone in that instant and it was just her.  He had used her, and yet she had welcomed it.

 

“I am very aroused” she said.  “I need to masturbate.  I can go in the other room if you find it offensive.”

 

“No… I won’t mind at all.  I…” he said it automatically.  Normally he would have loved to watch a woman masturbate, but he had come hard and was not the least bit sexually stimulated.  A beautiful woman he would have enjoyed watching; this was more charity.  He had not gotten up and left immediately because he felt guilty about how rough he had fucked her and felt he should give her a little more time.

 

“Human’s have survived for thousands of years, hundreds of thousands” she explained, “mostly because of our ability to breed.”  She rolled over and opened the drawer on the night stand and took out a small diameter dildo.  She flicked the switch on the base and the device began to squirm like a snake, bending and straightening in the middle and the head began to revolve as well as vibrate.  She shut it off and lifted her leg.  He was staring at the device.  “Do you want to stick it up me” she asked.  “I think I’d like that.”

 

He was breathing through his mouth.  Despite his depleted sexual state, he nodded.  His hand was shaking as she wrapped his hand around the base.  “Don’t be shy” she advised.  “I like it to go in hard.” She guided his hand to her pussy and then spread her lips.  He felt uncomfortable holding something that felt like a penis, but he went with it.

 

“Are you ready” he asked.  He didn’t wait for her to answer.  He moved the head around and thrust it up her.  She gasped as it went in.  He turned on the switch and then put his finger against the base and pushed the last few inches into her.  She was panting.  She closed her legs holding the device in her.  She closed her eyes and to enjoy the sensations.

 

“I have studied human anthropology extensively” she continued.  “It really is fascinating how our ancestors used to live.  Small groups, ten to twenty men and women lived together in caves or encampments.  The men and older boys would go out in a group to hunt.  Humans need the concentrated proteins of meat and the men could only hunt the larger animals in groups.  The party would usually be out for a day or more and would return with the kill animals gutted.  As they approached the camp, the women would get themselves ready.  Mmmm….” She moaned as the mechanical device in her cunt continued to push her closer to climax.

 

“What do you mean ‘get themselves ready’ what did this involve?” he was trying to hide his curiosity.  His mind was envisioning the images her words were painting for him.

 

“In the center of the main room of the cave” she continued, “they had rocks or large logs spaces several feet apart.  The women would strip and spread furs over the pedestals.  They would kneel and bend over the supports.  If a woman or girl was not aroused she would apply animal fat to her lips to make the penetration easier.  As the men approached they would see the naked females waiting and ready for them.  The men had spent their time and effort, often risking their lives to bring the meat that the group needed.  The women offered themselves as their part of earning their share of the kill.”

 

“Oh my god” he said.  “They just presented and waited for the men to mount and rape them.”  He tried to sound shocked, but his own sexual arousal at the images she was describing was hard to disguise.  In his mind he saw in vivid color the scene before the communal fire in front of the cave opening; eight to ten women of all ages kneeling, bent over rocks or logs with their asses raised to receive.  Men of all ages standing or kneeling behind them humping like animals grunting and coming.  The men would move from hole to hole filling whatever pussy was available and recovering quickly from each ejaculation ready to fill the next woman whoever she was.

 

“The women were only raped when they refused to submit” she continued.  “If all of the women presented, no one particular pussy got over worked.  Usually it was the women that made sure that all of the females who were old enough to receive did their part to take the men’s semen.  The men were aroused by the women’s bodies, and then even more by sex that was going on all around them.  In an orgy setting, men seldom care which hole they stick their cock into.”

 

“That must have been so awful for the women” his voice was not the least bit convincing of his feelings.  She glanced down and he followed her eyes to see that he was rubbing his penis.  His face reddened, but she only smiled.

 

“I’m ready to come” she said.  “Why don’t you put that thing to good use?”  She opened her legs and pulled out the dildo that had been inside of her.  She laid it carefully on the night stand where it continued to squirm and vibrate eventually falling onto the floor.

 

He crawled on top of her and she opened her legs and lifted her knees bringing her pussy up to meet his advance.  He carefully pushed up her attempting to be gentler than he had been before.  The dildo was smaller and shorter than his cock and it had tightened her up.  He had to force his way in.

 

“Don’t wait for me” she cautioned.   “I’m ahead of you, and I like it rough.”

 

He grabbed her arms and began to pump her hard.  It was his custom to sleep after he came, and he usually did not get hard again unless the first delivery had been unsatisfying.  He had come hard, and drained his balls.  He was aroused, but dragging out another load was going to take considerable effort.  He wasn’t even close when she started groaning and he felt the uncontrolled convulsions in her thigh muscles.  He picked up the pace slamming into her hard which only pushed her faster.  She was finished even before he felt the start of his orgasm.

 

“Don’t stop” she said.  “Don’t worry about me. Keep going until you finish.”

 

He resumed his harder faster pace trying to force his orgasm to the surface.  She bore down with her muscles squeezing his penis trying to help him.  His mind fixated on prehistoric women and the ancient breeding rituals that she had told him about. In that situation, men would not attempt to stall or restrict their natural orgasms.  Why would they?  If the woman didn’t cum with them, another man was right behind him ready to finish her.  If a woman finished earlier, and a new man had just mounted her she would cum and then have had no choice but to wait while whoever was on her got off in her.  Even if she was exhausted she would have to wait until all the men were ready to release her.  It was natural the natural way for men and women to fuck.

 

His own thoughts and imagination consumed him and as he felt the tingling that went down his back, across his hips and down his legs he felt the woman squirming under him.  She was pumping her legs to his rhythm.  She was going to climax again.  He grabbed her wrists and pinned them over her head and began driving his cock straight down into.  He pulled out as she lifted her knees and he reposition to drive straight into her G spot.  It was the move they both needed.  They went over the edge together and he began shooting into her as her heavy thighs crushed his hips holding him in her.

 

He shot load after load into her and then collapsed on her limp body.  His sexual interest was drained, but he images remained.  So many things suddenly made sense to him.  A younger woman with a tighter box would get more attention, and it made sense that her body might require more stimulation to reach orgasm.  Younger men mixed with older men fucking women of equally diverse ages.  A man could fuck whatever way was natural for him.

 

“You think you might have enjoyed life more in a simpler time” she asked.  She had seen the distant look on his face and guessed what was on his mind.

 

“Well” he said “I suppose that lifestyle would be fine for the men, but I think civilization has made it vastly better for women.”

 

“Better for women?” she sounded shocked.  “What are you talking about?  Maybe better as long as you’re skinny and young with huge tits, but you can’t possibly believe that this is better for anyone else.  Don’t get me wrong, civilization has done a lot to improve the lives of people, but it has ruined sex for everyone.  I mean, look at me.  This is the first intercourse that I have had in three years that didn’t involve my fingers and that toy and I had to practically drug you and tie you up to get you to use me.  You think I prefer masturbating to having men lined up to jump my ass.  Hell even the pretty little bitches get old and then they’re left alone with their fingers.  God made men and women and gave them a need and men came along with their silly rules and poisoned the most beautiful thing in the world.  It’s the worst thing that men ever did.  I hope they burn in hell for it.”

 

“Men?” he pushed himself up on one elbow.  “You think men did this?”

 

“Of course men did this” she said.  “The damn sex laws started with the patriarchal religions.  A man had to ‘own’ his woman and even if he didn’t want her pussy, he couldn’t let anyone else have her.”  She spit to the words out with sarcasm and disgust.

 

“How do you know so much?” he changed the subject.  She was obviously passionate about something he knew nothing about.

 

“Everybody knows this” she said, “well, everybody with any advanced anthropology training.  For obvious reasons, anthropologists don’t publicize the facts about what is natural human sexual behavior, but it’s not a secret.  You can imagine the political implications, not to mention the religious ones if the average person knew what was normal behavior.”

 

“What if a woman didn’t want to participate?” he asked.

 

“Strange question” she replied.  “I doubt that happened often.  Children grew up watching in the background.  Younger children watched older children move out of the shadows and take their place on the pedestals.  The boys and girls knew what would be expected of them when they got older.”

 

“Still” he pressed.  “Children are often rebellious.”

 

“There are different schools of thought on that” she explained.  “Usually the very young children stayed back in the shadows during the sexual intercourse.  As they got older the young boys had to accompany the men on the hunt before they were allowed to participate in the sex.  Young girls were left alone until their tits started to grow and their vaginas were large enough to receive.  When that happened the older women would inspect her vagina and decide if she was big enough to take their place with the women.  Some in my profession believe that if a boy refused to hunt, or a girl refused to kneel, they were excluded from meals until they submitted.  They either participated with the community, or they starved to death.  Most of us believe that refusal was not an option.  A girl that refused was stripped and held in position by the other women while the men forced her open.  She was usually treated roughly until her will was broken and she took her place willingly.  Boys who would not assist the men in the hunt were treated as women, taking it in the ass along side of the other girls.  Humiliation if not pain changed their attitude.”

 

“That just seems horrible” he said.  His penis was dead, but his blood was racing again.  He tried to fake a socially acceptable attitude that his hormones rejected.  The vision of a young girl begging to be let go as the women stripped her in front of half a dozen men who were all erect and ready to take her swam through his head.  Then she was forced to her knees and her legs pulled apart by the women who she knew as mothers and sisters.

 

“Horrible” she asked; “Horrible like the clan not being welded together to protect each other from attacking animals.  Do you mean horrible like men being killed in a hunt because they were short handed and unable to take down the animals that were stronger and faster than them because a young boy was a coward?  It was how our species survived.  No, sex welded the community together.  More important, sex mixed the gene pool to create a being that was strong enough to survive.  This monogamy nonsense has made us genetically inferior, weak.  If primitive men and women had not bred randomly, we would never have gotten out of the caves.  That is our legacy.  That is the way we as a species survived.  What is horrible is what the religious pigs have done to us.”

 

“But the women had no choice” he argued.

 

“Do you think men have a choice?” she asked.  “Do you think the men coming back from several days alone on the hunt really had a choice when they saw the females presenting their pussies?  Do you think men today have a choice?  Look at you.  Your hormones drive you to fuck anything you can get to hold still.  Right now you just finished with me, and you are rational, but try going a few months without sex, and see if you have any choice when a woman offers herself.  Men are just as much a slave to sex as women are.  If they weren’t, they would never put up with the crap they take.  Men and women are both slaves.  You can either fight it, or you can be yourself and try to enjoy life the way it was meant to be lived.  If you fight your nature, it will turn into a perversion. 

 

I found myself examining myself more. I’d stand in front of the mirror naked before getting into the bath looking at my body. Again, I was only 10 but my body was beginning to develop. My titties were a little less than my hand full and my nipples were perfect puffy circles of a light pinkish brown color. They were so sensitive, and sometimes it hurt if I played with them too much. My daddy would suck on them sometimes and that felt great. He was very gentle with them. I thought it was so weird how I could feel it in my pussy when he sucked on them. I would even kick my leg up and put my foot on the wall and spread myself to see inside my pussy. It was always bright pink, almost red. I didn’t have any hair that counted down there, just a little peach fuzz. Daddy said I’d get hair later, but he’d help me shave it off.

It was the morning of my 11^th birthday that I found myself doing this same thing. I went to the bathroom to pee and caught my finger in my pussy again. I couldn’t help it. I spread my legs in front of the mirror and almost had to sit down I was pumping my finger so fast. My body shook and I decided I better wait for daddy. Mom would be going to work that evening, and tonight was the night I wanted to become daddy’s girl! He was going to fuck me tonight. I knew he wanted to. He was just scared of hurting me. I wanted it though, I wanted it BAD!

I got dressed and pulled my long dark brown hair back in a low pony tail. I brushed my teeth and washed my face. My tanned skin was starting to freckle on the top of my cheek bones. I decided I was having a decent hair day, and I thought I looked kind of cute.

I ran downstairs and out the door to the bus stop. Ashleigh had caught a ride with her friends and she said she had a date tonight so she wouldn’t be back until later. “Perfect,” I thought to myself.

After school my daddy picked me up and we went to get ice cream. Mom was asleep (as usual) and he didn’t want me to make too much noise and wake her. Daddy made the waitress at the ice cream shop sing “Happy Birthday” to me. We also ordered my birthday cake for my sleepover party Saturday night.

As we got back into the car I decided to have some fun. Daddy was driving down the interstate and I pulled my uniform skirt up and began playing with my pussy right there in the car.

“Kailyn!” my dad was obviously shocked. “What?” I asked innocently as my fingers poked at my pussy. “You’re making me horny daddy.. I can’t help it. All I want to do is play with my pussy!”

Daddy took the next exit and told me to put my skirt down. He pulled into the Best Western and told me to wait in the car.

A few minutes later my dad exited the office of the hotel holding a card key to room 203. We exited the car, got on the elevator, and he told me to take a shower while he ran back to the house. “Don’t bother putting those dirty clothes back on either. Just stay naked, dry your hair, and get under the covers. I’ll bring you some clean clothes from the house.” We reached the room and he unlocked the door. “Don’t open this door for anyone.. I’ll have the key when I get back.”

I went inside and saw our room. It had a queen size bed, a dresser, a TV, and a little kitchen. I walked into the bathroom and stripped down to take a shower. Looking once again in the mirror, I cupped my titties with my hands and gave my nipples a little pull. I was so excited I could barely wait for my dad to return. I stepped into the shower and let the warm water run over my body. I soaped up my hands and slid them up and down my body. I squeezed my little titties and rubbed my nipples a little more. Damn, I really was hot. My nipples were becoming a little erect and my pussy was throbbing. I didn’t touch myself because I knew my daddy would be down there later. I washed my hair and turned the water off. Stepping out of the shower, I grabbed a towel and dried my hair some with it. I took another towel and wrapped it around my body. I found some powder in the shelf by the sink and sprinkled it on my body and lower back, using the towel to rub it in. I found the hair dryer mounted on the wall next to the sink and dried my long thick hair. Peering into the mirror into my big green eyes I thought I looked a little sexy, in the least.

I exited the bathroom and dropped the towel. As my dad had instructed, I crawled into the bed and snuggled beneath the covers. I reached for the remote and turned the TV on. I drifted off to sleep a little while later.

My dad returned several hours later. I woke as he was shuffling inside, with two white paper bags and a suitcase. He said he had to see my mom off to work. He told her I was at a friends house and he would be going to stay with my ill grandmother till morning. They left a note for Ashleigh and he commented on how he figured she’d be getting fucked tonight too by her boyfriend since they had the house to themselves.

“You look so pretty Kailyn baby,” my daddy told me. I smiled and he said, “We’ll get started as soon as I get everything set up.”

With that he opened the suitcase and I saw he had brought the video camera. He was going to make a movie with me! He sat up the tripod at the end of the bed and angled it so it had full coverage of the bed. He turned the monitor part of the camera to face the bed and I could see myself on the screen.

He then started unpacking the bags. There were different packages of different sizes and shapes. There were some batteries and a tube of something. He ripped open one of the packages and took out a set of fabric handcuffs. There were two sets. He walked up to the bed and asked for my hand, which he strapped the handcuff around tightly. He then placed the other handcuffs on my other wrist and on both of my ankles. I was too short for the other end of the handcuffs to reach the bedpost, but Daddy must have thought of everything because he had four belts which he looped around the bedpost and fastened the handcuff around.

“Daddy, what is all this stuff for?” I asked.

“I’ll explain it all in a second, “ he answered shortly.

When he was sure the handcuffs and belts were secure he turned the camera on. I saw myself, completely naked, spread and bound to the bed on the screen. Daddy had ripped the covers off of me.

“Now, today is Kailyn’s 11^th birthday,” my daddy started to tell the camera, “For months now my baby girl has been teasing me, playing with me, sucking her daddy’s big cock just hours after it had fucked her mommy. She’s been all I could think about. I’d fuck her mom and think of her. I’d fuck Misty and think of her. I’d taste other women and compare it to the sweet virginal juices I had tasted out of my own daughter. Kailyn, you made daddy a pedophile. I’d look on the internet for little girls pictures. I’d beat off to them. I watch all the little girls getting off the bus with you. I’ve had very, very dirty thoughts concerning your sleepover tomorrow night. And now, I think you are ready.”

“I am daddy.. I’m ready to be fucked. I want your cock more than anything.”

My daddy stood up and undressed off camera. He moved into the viewfinder completely naked and lay between my legs. “Isn’t this the absolute prettiest pussy you have ever seen?” he asked the camera. “You should taste it. Its incredible.”

He began licking my spread pussy and tongue fucking me. I moaned and wiggled under him, completely helpless from the ties on my wrist and ankles. I wanted to play with my nipples as he ate my cunny but I couldn’t. I heard my daddy’s voice change, “Tell Daddy how it feels!” he demanded.

“Oh daddy.. It feels great.”

“Describe it you little whore!”

“Oh, well.. Its so warm and wet.. And when you put your tongue inside me it makes my little clit go crazy. Its great daddy… I love it,” I panted… and it was hard to make it all out. He was eating me more intense than ever.

“Tell daddy to suck your tits.”

“Daddy, suck my titties, suck on my little nipples and make them hard.”

He moved up my body and placed his lips around my nipples. He began sucking and licking them hard as his huge cock hung down between my knees. He was sucking them so hard it began to hurt.

“Daddy you are hurting me.. You are sucking too hard.”

“Shut up little girl… you are daddy’s whore and you’ll like everything I do to you. You better tell me how you love it or I’ll suck them so hard they will bleed.”

My daddy was going crazy and it was beginning to scare me. “TELL ME YOU LOVE IT!” he yelled.

“Oh I love it.. I love it daddy.. I love it when you suck my titties.”

“That’s better,” his sucking stopped and I moaned again as his fingers found my pussy. He moved to my side so the camera could get a good view of his fingers entering and exiting my pussy hole. “That’s it baby.. Moan so daddy knows how good he’s making you feel.”

He began talking to the camera again. “See how much she loves it? She’s such a little whore. You should feel her. Her pussy is so warm, so hot, so tight you wouldn’t be able to hold your cum if you stuck it in her.”

I wasn’t sure if I wanted it to continue. It did feel good, but Daddy wasn’t acting right. Up until now it had always been more instructional, now he was being rough. I knew I didn’t really have a choice. I was tied up and Daddy was going to fuck me. There was no way out. I might as well try to enjoy it.

“Oh daddy,” I moaned, “Your fingers feel so good inside me. Make me cum daddy. I’m your little whore.. I’m ready to be fucked. Please fuck me.. Please daddy, do me now.”

My daddy turned to the camera again. “You want to see me rip her open? Are you sure you are ready slut? Are you sure?”

“Yes daddy… stick your cock in my little pussy.”

Daddy reached to the table and got a tube off the table. He said it would make it even more slippery and numb my insides a little. He told me it was going to hurt, but only for a minute. Then it would feel really good. Like Misty felt.

I couldn’t wait. I asked daddy to undo the ties on my wrist and ankles. “Please daddy. I want to hold on to you when you fuck me.”

He slowly undid the handcuffs on my ankles, kissed my clit once more than worked his way up to my wrist. He crawled over me so his cock was hanging in my face. “Well suck it whore!” he demanded.

I took the head of his cock in my mouth but only for a second. He was ready to fuck. He took the lubrication and slicked up his cock and slipped down between my legs. He lifted my ass in the air and put a pillow under it. “What do you want me to do?” he asked.

“Fuck me… fuck my little 11 year old pussy.”

With that the head of his cock slipped inside my pussy. He was only about an inch in me and he was sliding further into me very slow. I felt so full and tight. He then slipped his cock out of my pussy and reached for the bag again. Out of the bag he took a small package, which he opened. He explained it was a cock ring.. So he wouldn’t cum too fast. He slipped it down to the base of his cock.

Placing his cock at my entrance he pushed a little harder.. I felt like I was ripping. “Daddy it hurts!” I wept. He slowed down for me to get use to the feeling of being so full.

“I’m ripping her hymen.. This is the first time she’s been fucked. Get ready to see some blood,” my Daddy told the camera.

“OUCH! Daddy!?!” I yelled as he shoved his cock in me to the very base. He laughed and lay on top of me… “Don’t move you little bitch.. I told you it would hurt! Don’t act like I didn’t warn your little slutty ass! It’ll ease up.. Give it a second.”

My pussy was so tight around his cock, but the pain was slowly subsiding.. Was that it? Was it really going to feel good from now on? A few small pumps later I knew it would. I was in heaven. My daddy was fucking me, just like I wanted him to. He was up on his knees watching me as he fucked me. He finally leaned back to catch the camera and he took it in his hand. He giggled and told me I was doing great. It was the first time he acted like his old self. “Tell the camera how you feel…”

“Ohhhh daddy,” I managed to whimper, “oh daddy.. I feel so full… thank you for making me feel like this… fuck me daddy… fuck your baby girl.”

“You are bleeding,” my daddy said as he moved the camera view down from my face to my pussy. “I have blood streaks on my cock.”

“Don’t stop dad… please… just don’t stop.”

Daddy laughed… “I’m not… trust me”

Daddy started fucking me harder and harder, faster and faster he drove his cock into my cunt. I started shaking and quivering and my pussy was convulsing around his cock.

“Oh my fucking… “ Daddy’s voice trailed off….

Daddy pulled his cock out of my pussy. I was so wet.. It was a mixture of blood and all the juice my pussy could expel. The sheets were a mess… Daddy pulled the ring off of his cock and instructed me to suck it up and down. I tasted myself on his cock… I didn’t taste half bad! Within 3 minutes streams of hot cum were bursting out of his cock. I let him cum in my mouth and I tried to swallow it all, but still dropped a good bit of it.

I started to get up. I wanted to take a shower. Daddy pulled me back on the bed and started restraining me again. “What are you doing Daddy?” I asked.

“Well, you did a good job, but you sure as fuck aren’t done. I paid for this room all night… and you can be damn sure I’m getting my money’s worth.”

He strapped cloth around my wrist and ankles and got up. He put his clothes on… and then his shoes…

“Daddy, where are you going?”

“Oh, I need a drink… I’m going to go to the bar up the road. I won’t be that long. Get some rest, you’ll need it.” Daddy smirked at me. He picked up the camera again and got a close up shot of my little cunny, still oozing with my own juice. He stuck his finger in me and lifted it to my mouth for me to taste.

“You are so hot baby girl… I promise I won’t be gone long.”

He turned off the camera and walked out the door….

Pt 3 to follow…. If you want it….

could be a part two in the works lemme know if you liked it.ONly my 2nd story so far

One day Erica came by, she asked if I could get away for the night. She said she had something to show me, and that I couldn’t pass this up. It took some doing, but I managed to talk my mom into letting me stay the night at Erica’s (at least that’s what we told her)

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We got on our bikes and headed off down the trail through the woods toward Erica’s house. Erica had been acting differently for the last week or so. She seemed happier, more confident, more secretive, and I was Interested in finding out which guy was at the bottom of it.

About halfway down the trail Erica stopped and got off her bike. When I pulled up next to her she said, "Let’s take a detour." Then she turned off the trail and walked her bike off through the trees.

"Where are we going?" I asked when I caught up to her.

In response she raised her right hand out flat and paused for a moment and concentrated. After a couple of seconds her hand started to glow slightly and then a match size flame came up from the center of her palm and hovered about an inch above her hand. She looked at me and smiled.

"I’ve been learning." She said.

I was so startled I almost wet myself.

"How?!" I asked.

Erica motioned off into the woods and said, "SHE taught me. She’s taught me many things. And she wants to meet you, if you’re willing. Trust me; she could answer your prayers in ways you couldn’t even begin to imagine."

"Exactly who is SHE?" I asked.

Erica held up the flame again and winked. "SHE, as I said, is the answer to your prayers. Think about it Tara, Magic, like we’ve always dreamed of. There’s more, so much more."

"But, aren’t we headed toward the old willow?" I asked.

"That’s where she lives, in a manner of speaking". She said. "Trust me. I’ve been going there for years. It’s not what all the old stories say it is. However, all those old legends keep people away, so it’s a nice private, secret place."

"So, what’s she like?" I asked.

"She’s very old," Erica said "and very beautiful. She’s very warm and loving and wise. However, I must tell you, she’s so unlike anything you could possibly expect that your first meeting will be scary. Mind-bendingly terrifying in fact."

"What do you mean?" I asked. I was beginning to get worried.

"In order for you to learn to use magic, she first has to make it so that you can channel magic, and THAT doesn’t feel good at all, at first." She said.

"What; what does she have to do to you?" I asked.

"Don’t worry about it. It’ll happen or it won’t. Listen, do you want to always be the same person you’ve always been, or do you want to become something more."

I thought in silence for a while. Magic, what I’ve always dreamed of, but what would I have to do for it? Something about Erica’s tone made me a bit nervous. I thought about how boring my life was and the possibility of something different.

"Lead on." I said, and we continued our walk.

The old willow tree. There are old stories and legends about that place, about how it used to be used by the witches for their ceremonies and sacrifices a couple of hundred years ago. They say that the spot is haunted to this day and that when people go there, bad things happen to them. I was nervous about going but Erica had said that she had been going there for years so I trusted her.

The old willow tree was about two miles off the main trail, but apparently Erica’s coming and going had kept a visible trail for us to use. After awhile we came to the clearing where the willow stood. I was astonished. The thing was HUGE, and it was beautiful. It must have been thousands of years old. The clearing itself was idyllic, almost perfectly circular with the willow in the center and a cool clear stream running through, near the outer roots. We walked our bikes in and parked them under the tree. Erica took off her shoes and socks and went wading in the water.