She pretended she was playing at the park, riding her bike, throwing a softball to Tom .She pretended she was playing at the park, riding her bike, throwing a softball to Tom ... until he pushed his middle finger several inches into her ass. That reminded her uncomfortably of the last time she had had an enema, years before. She was more moist now, and the finger didn't hurt, but it felt very strange, wiggling about up there. Another time, her father lay down on his back and had her sit astride him, like a saddle with a thick, meaty rod in the middle of it. Her own weight pressed his cock hard against the end of her vagina, and she found herself leaning forward on his chest to relieve the pain. He cupped her breasts in his big hands and drew her further down so he could suck on those hard, protruding nipples. Susan had been very aroused by that, to her own surprise and confusion. After perhaps six months of night time visits, Susan discovered there were other aspects to sex besides merely being fucked. She lay naked and waiting in her bed, one night, with a tampon string dangling between her legs, wondering what her father would do. It was the first time one of her recently-begun periods had coincided with her mother's and brother's absences. She had entirely stopped thinking of the man who came in the night as "Daddy." No, it was her father who had sex with her, who no longer frightened her, but whom she always obeyed absolutely. "Daddy" was the one who talked and laughed with her in the daytime, the one she could argue into letting her do things. Both of them said they loved her, but she now understood that word to have two different meanings. And neither man ever mentioned the other. She lay there, patiently waiting, and fingered the string. Her finger also glided over the little nub of her clitoris, as it did more and more frequently these days. Sometimes her father didn't push so hard and the friction against her own genitals wasn't forced out by the pain. |