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Dad and I moved out and into Grandma and Grandpa's house, since neither of us really wanted to live in our old house any more anyway.
After a couple of months of thinking about it, I decided I had to do something about my dad.
He'd been feeling all hurt and rejected, and hadn't been out on a date or anything.
He'd come home from work, and just sit around the house with a drink in his hand, just kind of staring at the walls.
I began to worry about him.
I really love my dad and decided that I had to do something to make him feel like a man again.
Mom had really made him feel bad even years ago, I guess, and she just couldn't understand that if you make a man feel like that he can't do much in the way of loving.
You have to make him feel good, not bad.
Imagine how he felt when he woke up one night and found his fifteen year old daughter in anal rape bed with him totally nude!
It took many nights, but after lots of talk and discussion, while I felt his cock and kept putting his hand on my tits and pussy and letting him see how wet I kept getting, he finally, being at heart a really masculine male, broke down and did it to me.
We slept together for a long time first, and I had to really work at convincing him, but he finally did it.
When he first put it in it only hurt a little bit and he came almost right away, but he stayed hard and after a few minutes rest, he did it with me again.
He came in me three times that night, and I had so many orgasms, that I couldn't even guess how many times I anal rapes came.
After he made me a woman, he confessed how easy it was to love me, and how hard it was to anal rapes break down his convention that incest was wrong.
As it teen anal rape stories happened, grandma came in to wake him up that morning.
She was only a little surprised to find his daughter in bed with him all snuggled up.
She thought it was cute that I'd snuggle up to daddy like that even at fifteen.
It was a good thing that the covers were pulled up and that she couldn't see that I was holding his cock and that he had a finger in my pussy, and that we were naked together.
| We spent the next couple of months sneaking around.
I'd sneak into his bed at night after everyone was asleep, we'd love a couple of hours, sleep a while and then I'd move back to my own room before morning.
Whenever we'd go anywhere in the car, I liked to drive, and I'd never wear any panties so that he could play with me while we'd drive down the road.
I wouldn't let him make me come though, because when I come I lose all control, and I didn't want to run us off the road.
We went camping and to movies and anywhere else a father and devoted daughter might go.
Every chance I got, I'd get him off alone and whisper, Daddy dear, I want you to love me now.
He's told me that we have a much better sex life together than he and mother had ever had.
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I talked to the girls at school and got ideas.
Eventually I had him eating me and making love to me in all positions and having me lick him and everything else.
After a couple more months had passed, we took the money from the sale of the old house and moved into our own place.
From then on we had a great time.
He loved me in every room of the house at one time or another, in the kitchen on the table, in the shower and in the tub, on the living room floor, and even one night when the lights went out all over town, we went out in the back yard and did it on the picnic table under the stars.
Daddy knows I am writing about this and says he doesn't mind as long as I don't use real names.
I am having a wonderful time and intend to keep on doing it with him as long as I can.
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He doesn't know it yet, but when I turn twenty-five or so, I am going to quit taking the pill and get pregnant by him.
The idea of having a child by my dad turns me on SO much.
I want to be sure that if I have a daughter he'll be able to do it with her too, so I can't wait too long.
That turns me on too.
I know that this may not make much sense to anyone else, but I like what we are doing and our whole relationship wery much, and have no desire to change.
A Newsgirl Finds Love I was reading the newspaper the other day and read a story about a girl near my age and a man who were involved with each other.
Somehow they were found out and the anal rape man got into terrible trouble.
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Because of my experiences, I feel like I have a good idea of what might have happened, and I am fairly sure that just as both were involved, both were to blame.
To me the sadness is not in what they did, but in what happened when they were discovered.
If their relationship ran anything like the one I literally fell into, things had to have been better than was speculated about in the paper.
The paper had him taking advantage of her and implied that she got nothing out of their relationship at all and that she was exploited.
He received full blame, and even though she wouldn't testify, he is apparently in real deep trouble anyway.
I hope he gets off.
My story shows that assumptions anal rape are not always true.
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| My story needs to be told, and I have tried to tell it completely and in a way that will be interesting, and instructive.
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My choice may not have been a wise one by conventional wisdom, but I'd never have it any other way.
It all started when I was delivering papers one day, and my dumb kid brother, who was following me as usual, bumped me.
I lost control of my bike and fell down real hard.
I skinned my knee and bumped my head.
I was scared and really feeling like I was badly hurt.
I was lying there, trying to keep from crying, wondering if I had broken anything, when a man leaned over me.
He spoke softly and calmly, touching me here and there, explaining what he was doing as he did it.
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I was still dazed, when he declared that no bones were broken.
He picked me up and carried me up to the front porch of a house I later found out was his home.
He told my brother to park his bike on the sidewalk out front and then made him go back and get mine and bring it up too.
While my brother was anal rape doing this, he was drying my tears and giving me a more through checkup.
He looked in my eyes with a flashlight, checked my ears, felt around the lump on my head so gently that even though I knew he was doing it I never felt any pain at all.
Then just as my brother arrived on the porch, he pointed out that blood was soaking through the knee of my new jeans.
I was upset anyway and I started crying.
He told me to never mind, that he'd take care of that and fix my knee, too.
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| He picked me up and took me inside, ordering my brother to wait outside and watch the bicycles unless he was called.
He put me on the couch and told me to take off my pants.
He spoke so calmly and matter of factly and with such sureness and authority that I did as he said immediately with no thought of questioning the rightness of it.
He took a gauze patch out of a medical kit that he took from a closet, put something on it, put the patch on my knee and had me hold it in place.
He took my pants away and was gone a few minutes.
Later I found that he had washed them out in teen anal rape movies cold water to remove the bloodstains and put them in the dryer.
When he came back, he took off the gauze patch and cleaned out the wound with more gauze patches and some liquid.
Then he put ointment on another patch, covered the wound and taped up my knee with some kind of tape he described as a special athletic stretch tape.
Then he put a pillow out, laid my head on it, and spend a few minutes talking to me.
He asked me about myself, but he talked about himself in turn.
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I learned that he had been an athletic trainer, but had quit because although he liked the work he hadn't liked the pressure he had to work under or the methods that he had to use.
While we were talking he explained that it was most important that I relax, because the way I healed would be affected by how my body reacted and was treated in the next hour or so.
He then began to rub my leg around the knee, which was red and beginning to swell anal rape.
He explained that he was going to massage my leg until the blood went down so that it wouldn't hurt so much and to keep the swelling down.
He started around my knee, but went back and did my foot and leg, then my knee again and gradually worked up my thigh.
He explained that he was stimulating circulation to prevent swelling.
He showed me where and how the nerves and blood vessels ran on the inside of the leg.
He told me how they were especially sensitive there and how they affected the whole body.
Even as he was explaining things, though, I was enjoying his touch.
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I had been touched by doctors, by my mom and dad, and by others in the past for various reasons, but his hands were so gentle and yet were so strong that I loved his touch immediately.
Just having his hands on me made me feel happy and comfortable and relaxed.
The pain I had felt earlier had almost entirely gone away.
His touch seemed to anal rapes be almost magic.
I was feeling warm and very very good.
When he stopped, I asked him to keep it up a bit longer.
He smiled and asked me if I'd like him anal rape to do the other leg.
I said sure, please do.
Whatever you are doing, it feels really good, and I like it a lot.
So, he did.
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on this leg, he started at the foot instead of my knee and worked slowly back up my whole leg to the inside of my thigh, just down from my panties.
It felt especially good for him to touch me there so I asked him if he could do both of my thighs at once.
He laughed and asked me if I was sure.
I assured him I was really sure.
I was enjoying the sensations he brought to me more than anything I had ever felt before in my life.
I want you to do exactly that, I said.
He did.
He moved his fingers gently all over the inside of my thighs, pressing, kneading and caressing.
I opened my legs up all the way so he could touch me better, and I even pulled my panties up farther so he could cover more area.
It felt so good that I teen anal rape comics couldn't believe it.
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I wondered why didn't anyone else touch like this.
But then I had never imagined wanting anyone to do this kind of thing, much less would I have let them.
After several minutes of this I was almost ready to moan with pleasure.
He asked me if my knee was bothering me.
I told him no, as long as he kept on doing what he was doing, nothing was going to bother me but his stopping.
He laughed again, a little nervously it seemed.
After a while he told me that he could see that there were certain nerve endings that needed massage so that I could relax all the way.
He said that he could do it if I wanted, but that if at any time I wanted him to stop, that if I hurt or didn't like something, I was to say so immediately.
I promised.
Then he instructed me to give him directions as to how hard, how fast, and exactly where it felt the best.
As soon as I agreed, he put his hand flat on my pubic area.
I hadn't really expected that, and I jumped.
He took his hand away immediately and then asked me if I wanted him to go on or stop.
I began to suspect that something was about to happen that my mom wouldn't need to know about.
I thought about it for a few seconds.
Then, Yes, please, I told him, and explained that I had just been surprised.
Then - since he hadn't moved - I took his hand and placed it back where it had been.
He let me put his hand back.
It was just the palm and fingers of his hand there, resting so gently that I could really just feel the warmth of his hand, no pressure.
Then as he looked into my eyes he ever so slowly felt the outline of me through my panties, running his fingers everywhere and at last running one finger along the lips of my vagina from the bottom to the top.
It felt so good!
Then he began to rub me through my panties.
after a while he began to touch me in a spot I had only recently found myself, but somehow him doing it made it ten times better.
I told him just where I wanted him to touch me and everything else he asked.
then I forgot the whole world for a while except for where he was touching me and how great it felt.
A wonderful warm feeling washed over me and I about died from the pleasure of it.
I moaned, pushed against his hand, grabbing it with mine and holding it there and moving it myself, thrusting and pushing against it.
Finally I had my first real orgasm.
I'd done it myself, but it had never ever been like that before.
I finished and collapsed.
He waited a moment and then began to rub me again, and the feeling came back.
He helped me do it again and then again.
Finally I managed to say enough and he stopped.
I was sweating, trembling and breathing heavy when I finally anal rape came back to myself.
He was holding me in his arms and smiling at me.
You really enjoyed that, didn't you?
he said anal rape.
He explained that he had relieved high sexual tension brought on by fright, shock and surprise by bringing me to a climax by rubbing my clitoris.
He apologized for doing it, and said that I looked so lovely lying there in my panties and tee shirt that he just got carried away with the massage.
Then when he noticed my panties were wet and through the wetness that my clitoris was erect, he decide that he should finish what he had started.
Then anal rapes he hugged me and sat me up and told me that if I wanted I could come back in a day or two and he would change the dressing on my knee.
He promised me that he wouldn't let things go as far next time and that he was sorry for touching me like that and wished to apologize.
I let him know that I was not in the least bit sorry that he had touched me and that I had liked every second of it, and I hugged him back.
He said that he was glad I felt that way, but he'd try not to let my beauty get him carried away next time.
Then he got a wash cloth and told me to clean up my crotch where I had gotten my panties all wet.
He explained that this was all normal, and a strong sign of how badly I had needed what he had given me.
While I was cleaning up he got my pants.
Then he had me put my pants back on.
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