Until my father started using me for his sexual needs I don’t know how he had coped, but from the amount of cum he had me suck out of him, it seemed to me that he had collected it all, waiting for me to be old enough to drain him dry.
My first taste of cum was a smelly, salty, slimy mouthful, one Sunday afternoon.
Mother was in church and my brother was out. My father, the man I loved so much, walked into my room and raped my mouth with his cock. He had me swallow it and left me in tears.
He kept coming back after that, and I kept crying. I couldn’t tell my prude mother, and I couldn’t tell my friends. Every night and twice on the weekend he would take my face in his hands and fuck it, I had tears running down my face but I had to swallow all of the cum, mostly in silence he would use my mouth and dump his seed in me.
I eventually stopped crying. I had become familiar with the smell of his cock and the taste of his cum.
In the silent darkness of my room, sometimes he would call me his slut, as he would pump his meat into me, he called me his beautiful cumslut, and more often he would kiss me on my mouth, after I sucked him off, telling me that I was his beautiful cumslut.
With time, I wanted to be his cumslut, I saw that my mother was mean to him, that she was a warped religious nut, and I was glad that I was my father’s beautiful cumslut.
The dreaded nights had turned into sweet anticipation for me, I wore what little sexy things I had for him, as I waited for that time of the night.
Silently, as the moon would come out from behind the clouds, he would enter my room, I would be ready for him, my mouth open, waiting on the edge of my small bed, sometimes naked, just sitting there, waiting patiently for my portion of what became my passion fruit.
One night he came early, “Give me your ass.” He told me. I obliged silently, turning on all fours, on the edge of my childhood bed, and I gave my father my ass.
He knelt behind me, spit and licked at my asshole and then he just plunged his hard cock as deep as he could.
The pain was strong, but the joy that it gave me was stronger. The knowledge that I was pleasing my father, the dirty pleasure that I was spiting my mother, the whole ungodliness of fucking in the ass was driving me wild. I felt my pussy tremble with lust as my father sawed in and out of my sphincter.
My first fuck ended just as I was processing the new feelings that I was experiencing.
Giving me his nightly deposit in my bowels, my father withdrew, leaving me feeling empty.
In the coming days his stamina had improved, he could take my ass and give me the pleasure of my own orgasm, it made a world of difference to me.
The pleasure that I was getting, was now coupled with the actual pleasure of sex, and every day I craved for that time of the night, to come as soon as possible.
In school, I listened to my friends describe sex, listened to the girls as they balked at putting a boy’s dick in their mouth, or how they talked in hushed tones about ‘butt stuff.’