The First Time He Fucked My Cunt

A few nights later, he came to me. I was laying naked in my bed, my body flushed with feelings and urges most girls don't experience till years later, when he entered my room.

"I really loved the way you took my dick in your mouth and my jizz on your face, hon," he told me, breathing heavily. "But now I have to establish absolute dominion over your body."

I was too young to know what dominion actually meant, my female intuition---plus my late mom's advice---steered me in the right direction. I threw off the covers. Then I laid back, placing my hands on the pillow, palms up, in the "surrender" position. Then, I spread my legs wide, raising them, bending my knees, arching my feet and pointing my toes, posing for Deddy like the little whore I already knew I was.

He untied his robe and let it drop to the floor. I could see he was fully erect, the weapon that would kill my virginity fully deployed, waiting to strike.

I thought he was going to be gentle with his baby girl, but he mounted me immediately, pinning my already-docile wrists to the bed. He stabbed at my virgin cunt once, twice, three times. I screamed in pain as his fourth jab robbed me of my girlhood, plunging his cock to the hilt in my twat. He didn't pause: He began fucking me. The pain was excruciating. I was too young for this!

"Deddy!" I cried out. "You're hurting me!"

"Take it like a woman!" he growled, continuing the in-and-out, in-and-out, in-and-out fucking of my cunt. It was at this point that I thought of mom, remembering what she had told me about men, about their needs, about the absolute necessity that a woman be submissive, obedient, taking whatever a man chose to give her, in whatever manner he chose to give it.

I stopped crying and began urging him on. "Fuck me, Deddy! Fuck your property! You own me, now USE me!"

It didn't take long till he began to grunt. I could feel his big cock swelling even larger, twitching, pulsing inside me.

"UGGH!" he snarled, as I felt the hot jets of semen spurt deep into the center of my womanhood. Because I was a woman now. Completely. I had satisfied a man with my cunt, just as I'd previously satisfied him with my mouth.

Deddy laid upon me for several minutes before pulling out. I said nothing. I knew that he, as a man, would decide what would happen to my young, helpless body, and when. After he finally dismounted, turning over and laying on his back, I tried to get up, to go to the bathroom. But he wouldn't let me.

"No," he said, "you're gonna sleep in a pool of my cum and the blood from your cherry."

I lay back down in the sticky, wet pool. I knew what I was. And I loved it.