ever stretched before.
The pole that Daddy was about to thrust into my nether eye was a hell of a lot thicker than anything I had ever forced out of that back-door passageway — if you know what I mean.
He held my ass cheeks apart and slid the slippery tip of his dick up and down the crack of my ass. Then he held my buttocks separated with his left hand exclusively, so he could use his right hand to guide the head of his throbbing phallus to its super-tight target.
He moved his cock shaft to the appropriate angle.
'Stick it in, Daddy,' I said.
Daddy tensed the muscles in his ass cheeks.
'Fuck my ass hard! Oh yes, daddy!' I hollered. My voice echoed against the tiled wails of the medium-sized bathroom. I could feel the shower water beating down on my back in between my rather sharp shoulder blades.
Daddy pushed forward with his hips.
My asshole stretched open slowly. Oh yes, there was pain. But it was wonderful pain. Intrinsically sexual pain. I realized that the line between pleasure and pain was very slim. My sphincter was gaping. All of the puckers in my rectum were smoothed by the girth of his pulsating purple cockhead.
Daddy managed to get the head of his cock past the tight tube of muscle at my anus and into the softer — more elastic — flesh of my inner bowels.
I could tell that he wasn't going to stop thrusting until all eight inches of his dick were inside my ass, filling in me more than I could have dreamed.
I felt sharp pains in my belly, and then cramps. I could that Daddy had opened a wound and drawn blood with his glans for the second time that day — and I don't think it was noon yet!
He pushed his dick all the way into my cunt and fucked my ass gloriously. He made my asshole feel like it was going to pop right out of my fanny.
He fucked for a long time.
I have no idea how long.
He pinched my nipples as he buggered me from the rear incestuously. Just before he came he ran his fingertips down the front of my body, over my soft underbelly.
His right forefinger worked its way through the center of my pubic patch straight toward my clit. There was no time to be subtle, he knew.
He pressed the tip of his curious digit against my love button very hard, pressing the ball of fiery flesh against the base of my bucking pubic bone.
He worked his fingertip back and forth across my little man in the boat as hard and fast as he could and I began to come in a matter of seconds.
I came.
He came.
We came together once again. I could feel my bowels convulsing around his cock as he spasmed, and even my third hole wanted to suck the spunk from his sack.
He plowed all the way into me. My asshole gripped the base of his tremendous tool of masculinity and once again I could feel the tip of his dick pressing against a spot that I would have sworn couldn't have been reached from the outside.
And then it was over. That was our first morning together.
We have been making it ever since. Often and very hot.
But I have to admit that I feel envy when I see other girls dating.
I feel as if a part of my childhood has been robbed. Maybe I am succumbing to the guilt I feared when my sexual relationship with my father first began.
I have to admit that I have been having trouble sleeping lately, and I have lost weight. I know that there are circles under my eyes that weren't there before.
Case History Two
SUBJECT: Sheree M.
AGE: Sixteen The first time Sheree entered my office last spring seeking help, I could tell right away that she came from a poor family. She looked as if she needed a bath and her clothes were shabby. Yet she still struck me as a remarkably beautiful teenager. It was clear that she was well on her way to being a woman.
Interview One
I guess I never had a chance. The cards were stacked against me right from the beginning. Being raped by Daddy was just the straw that broke the camel's back.
It all started about three weeks ago when I started to feel real horny in school. I had felt horny before, but it had never been this bad.
I decided that when I got home from school I was going to masturbate for the very first time. That only made my horniness get that much worse.
Going home after school is never much to look forward to as far as I am concerned. I live alone in a dirty old shack of a house in the back woods of Pennsylvania. Daddy has been drunk and out of work for a long time. He is a mean old cuss. He is cruel to me. He beats me whenever he is in the mood, and once he locked me in the closet overnight without giving me supper. I suppose it was only a matter of time before he sexually abused me as well. Daddy was just looking for an excuse. I went straight home after school that day; I remember it was a Friday. The little money that we do have goes to Daddy's drinking and he always spends Fridays burning a hole in a stool at Symms' Bar and Grill down the Old River Road a ways. I knew that I would have the house to myself for a couple of hours at least before Daddy came wailing home all in his cups and shit.
I immediately took off all of my clothes and got on the center of my bed on my back. I placed two pillows on top of one another and punched the top one so that I made a dent in the feathers for the back of my head. I stretched out with my legs straight in front of me. At first I kept my knees and ankles close together, but I found that my thighs opened automatically once I began to stroke myself.
I know you know what I look like, but let me describe myself a little bit for the people who will, be reading the transcribed tape.
I'm petite. I am about five two and usually weigh around a hundred pounds. I guess I look older than I really am. My mannerisms are quite adult — if I do say so myself.
I have an oval-shaped face and an olive complexion. I have the kind of skin that tans to a golden brown in the hot summer sunshine.
My eyes are large and shaped like almonds. My hair is pitch black and hangs long over my shoulders and down the center of my back between my shoulder blades.
My hair is perfectly straight, and if I kept care of it I guess it would look like an Oriental's hair — which I have always thought was beautiful.
My eyes are dark brown, but a lot of people think they are as black as my hair when they see them in limited light. My eyelashes are long and curled at the tips. Naturally, my eyebrows and lashes are just as black as the hair on my scalp. My nose is straight and thin. A little pointy at the tip. I know that there are guys who think I am pretty. I guess I have an exotic appeal — like maybe. I might be part Negro or something.
I have always thought that I look a little pinched, to tell you the truth. But that is neither here, nor there.
My shoulders are slim and my breasts are small. I have nice tits though. At least I think so. They are nice and firm — and they are still growing larger. Honest.
