These are true stories of experiences by my stepdaughter being raped by her first stepfather.
Raped By My Step Dad - Part 4: Innocence Lost (My First Time)
Dear Readers: If you haven't read part 1, please do so to better understand how and why this is being written. These are true stories of experiences by my stepdaughter being raped by her first stepfather. They are written from her point of view.
Two weeks went by. I quit trying to avoid my step dad Bob but he didn't try anything more with me. It was a Saturday afternoon. My brother was at a friend's house until Sunday. My step dad had to work so when my Mom told me she had to go to my Aunt's house, I naturally had to go with her. I didn't really like going over there much. My Aunt had a son that picked on me. We were the opposite of kissing cousins. I didn't like him and let him know it on more than one occasion.
When we got there everyone was crying. It wasn't long before I found out that my cousin had committed suicide. I felt horrible about not liking him, as if that somehow contributed to his decision to shoot himself in the head. We were there about 20 minutes before my mom called Bob and asked him if there was any way he could leave work early. She wanted him to come and get me, to take me home away from this horrific scene. She argued a little bit with him but he consented. Ten minutes later he was there to pick me up.
"Let's go Megan," is all he said when he walked into the house. I followed him to the car and we drove home.
When we got there I immediately went to my room and shut my door. A few minutes later Bob knocked on it.
"Are you OK?" he asked, opening up my door and peering in.
"Yes, I'm fine," I replied.
"Sit with me on your bed here a minute," he said. "This is a horrible thing that happened," he began to talk as I sat down next to him on my bed. "A lot of people are in pain over this. You could say this is a day of pain. Even you will feel pain today."
"I do already," I explained. "I never liked my cousin much and now he's dead."
"I don't mean that kind of pain," Bob said. He began to undo his pants.
"No, please," I begged, guessing that he wanted me to suck on him again.
"This time will be different," he said. "This time you will feel real pain. But we all feel pain today. Yours will just be a different kind of pain."
He pushed me back on the bed. Holding me down with one arm over my chest he somehow undid my pants and got them down. I guess I didn't fight him much. I was too shocked at what was happening, too scared to do anything at all but just lay there on the bed. Before long he had my pants and panties on the floor and his own pants and underpants down around his ankles. His shaft was hard and straight.
I was crying now. "Please Bob, don't hurt me," I kept saying. But Bob didn't stop. He removed his shirt and t-shirt, taking the latter and shoving it under my butt so that it hung down below my thighs. Pushing my legs apart he guided his erection to my opening. I was so afraid. Then as if time slowed down allowing me to make a short, clear, and precise memory that I would never forget I felt the head of his cock spread my pussy lips apart and push inside of me. There was a moment of intense pain as he pushed farther up inside. Pulling out a little he pushed in again. I imagined he had his arm up inside of me, it hurt so bad. He was just so big. Again he pulled back and as before pushed in once more, each time deeper than the last time until he was fully inside of me. He groaned in pleasure as I cried in pain. Then the clarity of the moment was gone, time resumed it normal pace, and I realized Bob was fucking me with a fury. I didn't know at the time the words I am using now, cock and pussy and fucking. But they all existed and happened just the same.
"Oh God Megan, you feel so tight, so wonderfully tight," he said as he continued to thrust hard and deep inside of me. I thought about that, what it meant to be tight. The more I thought about it the more I realized that I wasn't in as much pain as before, at least not as much as when he first entered me.
"Shit Megan, I'm going to cum. You're making me cum inside you, you little slut."
Why did he call me that? I hadn't done anything. Then I felt it, his cum inside of me, filling me. After a few more thrusts he pulled out of me and I could see blood on his penis. I was scared. What did he do inside of me?
"You had such a death grip on me I had to cum inside you. You're nothing but a little whore aren't you? You tricked me into fucking you so you could get my cum inside of you. I should tell your mother on you," he threatened.
"Please don't tell on me Bob," I begged. "I'll do anything." I was still crying and to now think I was going to get in more trouble from my mother was too much.
"Yes you will you little fucker," he replied. "You'll do whatever I want you to do." That being his last word on the matter he grabbed his t-shirt and wiped up between my legs a couple of times before leaving. As he walked out the door he said, "Go take a bath, and that's not a request."
The warm water actually did feel good, easing the ache I had between my legs. But after it appeared that I had stopped bleeding into the water, I emptied the tub and refilled it again, this time filling it was suds. I soaked for half an hour.
My mind went back and forth as before. On one hand I knew that it was Bob that violated me, that I had done nothing wrong. But then there was that doubt that came into play. He had been so proud of me before. Now he was mad at me, for making him want me, making him rape me, making him cum inside of me. I didn't know how I did all that but it was still my fault. I needed him to like me again, to be proud of me once more, so I could be proud of myself. If he wanted me again like he had just taken me, I was afraid that I wouldn't try hard enough to stop him. I just didn't know which feelings were the right ones to have.