2017-10-16 at 6:35 PM UTC
''Jesus Christ !!!'' as I gasped the name of my Lord in vain.
''Yeass, daddy,'' and before I could even compute the sound waves that'd just hit my ears ...
She looked at me from the corner of her eyes and with half her face still implanted in that soft, fluffy pillow ... she fired another salvo of automatic, soul piercing rounds.
''you can't rape me anymore''.
And although her voices were gentle, monotonous and semi-muffled by the pillow, her words hit me like rocket propelled grenade.
There's nothing more dreadful .... more shuddering than being the father of a daughter who'd just wake up to the discovery of herself being half naked, lying on her belly and her father's penis halfway into her.
Nothing.
I was petrified and at a lost, of all things sentience. I couldn't even think. All I could remember was the sensation of my heart thumping violently, of sweats gushing out of my temples and my stomick trying hard to flush its content out thru my asshole and this
''OH-MY-GOD OH-MY-GOD OH-MY-GOD OH-MY-GOD OH-MY-GOD OH-MY-GOD OH-MY-GOD OH-MY-GOD''
mantra going in my head in a loop ad infinitum.
'' SPLATT !!! ''
The sound of lubed rubber hitting the floor as it slid off my now limp and shrunken penis finally snapped me out of my OH-MY-GOD trance as I tried to locate where it landed .... it gave me a chance to refocus.
So there I was ... in my daughters room, in between her legs, both of us naked from the waist down. I looked at the clock and its 4 something in the morning. I guess I have a few hours more before the sun comes up and I'll maybe have to go to jail ... or dead.
But then since Molly is fully awake and wasn't screaming or protesting ... I thought to myself,
well ... why not finish what I started, I'm going to hell or a jail or both anyway.
But this time I'm going in rubberless. Getting myself hard again was a struggle but finally I managed after summoning the memories of 2007.
''Jesus Christ !!!'' again ... I gasped the name of my Lord in vain.
There's no denying it now ... I can't feel a thing. At a little more than 19 years old, I can't imagine what kind of life she must've gone thru to be this loose at this young and tender age ...
This wasn't the same old tight Molly I finally and reluctantly agreed to let go to live in New York City alone more than a year ago ..... or the Molly I could barely fit right in from 2007. Nein, those Mollies are gone .... forever.
Now there's nothing anymore left to be felt. No barriers, no resistance, no frictions ... nothing but mere sensations of being surrounded by waves of warm, moist air.
I tilted my head up and peeled my eyes wide when I sensed tears oozing out from under my eye balls and welling up in the corner ... trying to keep them from rolling off my cheek.
The thought crossed my mind : How many men were there before me who're forced to fight back their tears while raping their daughters ???
But hard as I tried, a speck of dust landed on my eye and I blinked
and they roll down my cheek,
and landed on her ass cheek.
I hope she didn't notice it.
Molly was right; I can't rape her anymore.
2017-10-16 at 7:20 PM UTC
-SpectraL
coward
[the spuriously bluish-lilac bushman]
And always remember, boys and girls, if you are on this site, and you are not on drugs, you need to have your head examined at the earliest possible opportunity.
