Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft, Ma/ft, Consensual, Romantic, NonConsensual, Rape, Coercion, Heterosexual, Fiction, Incest, Father, Gang Bang, First, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Bestiality, Cream Pie, Exhibitionism, Double Penetration, Size,
Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - This is a story of a young girl that is abused by her father but still tries to maintain a normal life. This lasts until he tries to whore her out to friends. She runs away when her boyfriend offers to let her stay at his house but it comes with an older brother and horny father. She still tries to not make waves in her new family despite frequent forced sex and having to submit to their intimate desires. Her biggest fear, her father will find her and force her to return
"Well okay, just let me touch you then. You said you loved me. If you come to my house, you're going to have to let me." Jack said.
"All right, just hold on a minute. I have to unbutton my blouse first. You were about to tear it. I don't have a closet full of clothes you know."
Jack was about the only friend I could tell my secrets to in the entire high school. He has been trying to get into my pants all semester. I had let him feel me up this evening and he got too carried away trying to get his hand inside my bra. We were in the bleachers of the ball field across the street from the school. We were out of sight from anybody unless they came from directly in front of us. He and I had been making out here because it was deserted at this time.
At 16, I was short, only five feet two inches with my shoes on but what I lacked in height, I made up for with C sized tits that stood right out. I had plump pink nipples that were very responsive. I thought my nipples were longer than they should be. They embarrassed me sometimes. It seemed whenever someone would checkout my boobs, they would stand right up and look back, and it wasn't just the guys. Jack loved to pull and suck on them whenever he could get me alone, then he would want me to suck on him. I did that for the first time with him last week and four times since then. He is always anxious for more. I didn't mind. I wanted to keep him happy because I was expecting a big favor from him this weekend.
I loved my long blonde hair. It was my one vanity. I saved a little money and bought shampoo. My dad would never do that for me. When I asked him for it he would say.
"We got no money for things like that. Just rub soap on it. Thats what I do and it works just fine."
Jack knelt in front of me, hugging me with my nipple in his mouth. He was squashing his face against my breast and moaning. "Mm mm."
He had told me before that he loved my nipples when he first got his hands on them. It really turned me on to have him play with them too. I was a little self conscious when he first saw them, thinking he would make fun of them but that didn't happen. I thought the same thing about my lack of pubic hair and wondered how he would react to that when he saw it.
He stopped and stood up, unfastening his pants and taking his hard dick out. I thought it was a pretty nice dick for a 17 year old, long and slender.
"Molly," he begged, waving his dick in my face. "If you want to come to my house..."
I gave in and put a hand on his dick, stroking it slowly as I leaned closer. I smelled it first, making sure he had bathed recently. Once he missed and I could tell.
I opened my mouth and sucked on him. I stroked him with one hand and cupped his balls with the other while working on him with my mouth. I really liked sucking him off. It made me really wet. I enjoyed the taste of cum and swallowing a big mouthful. It was slick and slightly salty tasting. I had come to associate it with good things like not getting fucked when I didn't want to. In three minutes it was over. He came in my mouth, shooting off five or six times as I swallowed. I sucked him for a few more minutes, running my finger up the bottom of his dick, getting the rest of the cum and swirling my tongue around the head of his cock.
Jack was good looking, tall and blonde. I had never let him in my pants, not yet anyway. When he started shrinking, I stopped, wiped my mouth on the hem of my dress and looked at him. He looked satisfied, busy arranging his cock in his pants and zipping up.
"I will be coming this Friday, after school." I said. "Are you sure it's okay?"
"I asked my dad the day before yesterday. He said it was okay."
"Let him know it will be this Friday, after school. I want to be sure he hasn't changed his mind."
Jack lived with his dad and older brother about a half mile out of town on a dead end road in a big, high ceilinged house on an over grown farm. It was a three bedroom house and Jack had his own bedroom. I had met his father the one time I visited there. He was the town sheriff and he was very polite to me. His place was mostly overgrown with oak thickets, laurel bushes and blackberry vines. everywhere except for the five acre yard around the house where his dad and brother parked their police cruisers under the huge live oaks and pecan trees. There was an old barn about a hundred yards behind the house that had a path through the bushes going to it. The gossip was, they had a moonshine still in there. My dad told me so I thought everybody knew about it. It was never a subject of open conversation though. The creek that flowed through town went right through their property.
"He hasn't changed his mind," said Jack. "Besides, you don't have anyplace else to go."
"I have an aunt in California," I said, "and I know exactly where she lives." Anaheim, I thought, how hard can it be to find Aunt Claire in a California town with a last name like Herbert? I had looked it up in the school library to see just how far it was from this little town of Abita, Louisiana. Damn far. I had no luck trying to find my aunt's address either.
I had told Jack in strictest secrecy that I was going to run away soon. He tried to point out how expensive and dangerous it was going to be to travel all that way and feed myself for a week.
I had planed to hitchhike and thought it would only be a couple of days. I had saved 27 dollars over the last few months and thought that would be enough to feed myself until I got to California. He didn't think so and suggested that I could move in with him. He would have to ask his dad first. I considered it a while and thought that might be a good, first step in the right direction. I told him I would do it. He pointed out that I would be sleeping in his room, with him, in his bed. I could tell he was anxious to have me there. I smiled and said, "I can do that."
"I have to go," he said. "Dad's working nights this week and he leaves right after I get home."
"Bye." I said. "Remember to tell him Friday." I called out to his retreating back. I continued to sit on the bleachers until it got dark then slowly walked home.