Date: Sun, 21 Dec 2008 21:14:14 -0800 (PST) From: Sky Subject: Daddys lil ho, part 9, Aftermath *** Disclaimer *** All the usual warnings apply. Be 18+. If you don't like it don't read it. This is a work of FICTION. Any resemblances to real life occurrences are strictly coincidental. This is a work of FICTION and should in no way be construed as support of putting any child at risk or harm. That actions depicted in this story are not meant for real life application and that all readers should be aware and abide by all local, state, and federal laws regarding sexual activity with minors. Also, barebacking even with other adults is a bad idea for everyone. *** Disclaimer *** Thanks to all the guys that have been writing. I really appreciate your suggestions and comments. I'm really glad you all enjoy the story. Please keep your mails cumming. Daddy's lil Whore Part 9 Aftermath I awoke with a fright. My room was dark but I could see someone by the door stumbling toward me. I sat up holding my bear in front of me. "Daddy?" "Yeah it's your pah-roud daddy!" he slurred. "Daddy are you..." "Shhhhh..." he cut me off. "Shut up! Look at you." Daddy stumbled over to my bed plopping himself next to me. He grabbed me by the chin. "My little boy. Ha! I'm jusss... so fuckin' proud of my boy," he said with a sour grin across his face. "My boy. My little mother fuckin' sissy faggot boy." Daddy pulled his hand away. * Smack! * The contact of his hand against my cheek sent my face reeling to the side. My skin burned with the sting of a team of angry hornets. "You want to be a little fucking faggot bitch? Well that is just what you are gunna get!" Daddy stood up. I was paralyzed with fear. Mommy used to get drunk and smack me because she hated that I was alive. She hated me because I ruined her life. Now here I was with Daddy and he's smacking me too. Then Daddy grabbed me flipping me onto my stomach. Still holding my bear I was now laying on top of it. I felt him grab the waistband of my undies. He ripped them from my body. "Daddy?" I cried as I held my teddy bear tightly. "I said shut up!" * Smack! * His hand came down on my bottom leaving it stinging. Daddy clumsily pulled off his jean and boxers. Looking over my shoulder I could see his cock standing erect as he kicked off his pants. He climbed up on the bed. He placed his hairy legs on the outsides of mine. My cheeks and little pucker felt the fleshy warmth of his cock. With no pretense, Daddy pushed himself into me. I cried into the top of my teddy's head. My head spun from the pain of having my hole forced open. Tears welled in my eyes. I knew it wasn't over and there wasn't much I could do to stop the pain, but I could lessen it. I pushed out with my boyhole trying so hard to accept Daddy's thick hard dick. Hopefully soon the pain would completely subside, but with only Daddy's pre as lube it wouldn't be quick. Daddy pulled himself out just a little then pushed himself in again, this time bottoming out inside me. He leaned over me. His breath reeking of beer. "You like that pussyboy? You better cuz daddy is going to rape your little faggot ass," he whispered. Daddy grabbed me by the shoulders putting all his upper body weight on me. He ground his cock into my sore pussy. Then, with long hard thrusts he started to pound my boycunt. With each time he slammed his full length into me I cried out into silky fur of teddy's head. The sounds of Daddy's grunts and the smacking of his hips against my bottom seemed to fill the room. "Yeah bitch, take that cock! You want to play pussy then expect to get treated like it! Men will be fucking you like this the rest of your gawd damned faggot life. If you don't like it you better damn well do something about it. You hear me?" "Yah... yes daddy," I whimpered. * Smack * His hand came down on my hip. "You ain't gunna do shit, are you, my little faggot?" The pain was finally subsiding. Daddy was still fucking me really hard, pounding his meaty cock into my boyhole, but it was feeling better, actually good. Daddy grabbed both my shoulders again, this time lifting my body right off of teddy. Gripping me tightly he started to pound me harder and faster. My hole was completely open to him now. The room filled with a wet smacking sound of Daddy's hips coming into contact with my wide spread bottom. My breath forced in rhythm with his pounding cock. He was right. As Daddy assaulted my pussy I became aware of my hard little dick. With each of his thrusts my ridged pricklet brushed over teddy's furry leg. My head was spinning. For just a moment Daddy stopped. He moved himself so he was on his feet. He pushed my shoulders back into the bed, which pushed teddy between my legs. Again with his full upper body weight on my shoulders daddy proceeded with pounding my hole. Violently his hips and balls slammed against me. "Fuck yeah you little slut! You like to get fucked, well how do you like this?" He doubled the pace. "Fucking answer me when I'm talking to you, bitch!" "Yah... yes ah Daddy, I like it," my words barely audible from Daddy's sever pounding, but he heard me. "Yeah I thought so. Well daddy is going to punish your little sissy ass by fucking you so hard you will hope you never have to get fucked again!" I could feel the head of his cock as it pushed in and out of me pulling on my guts like a plunger. One moment it would be pressed so deep it felt like it was going to split my chest in two the next it was pulling on my insides like he was trying to turn me inside out only to stop short of the inside of my pucker. "Oh my gawd, you are moaning like a little fucking whore. You sick little fuck, you are really getting off on me pounding your ass." I hadn't even noticed I was moaning I had been so overwhelmed with the feeling of him fucking me. But, again he was right. I was moaning and loudly. Daddy was using me, using me hard, and I really liked it. "I'm sorry Daddy, I do like it," I grunted. He took a fist full of my hair in his hand balancing himself on my head. * Smack! * "Fuck you, bitch! Fuck you!" * Smack! * Daddy was pounding my boycunt good. My bottom was on fire. My pricklet humping teddy was completely excited. I was moaning loud and wantonly for my daddy, my daddy, who was abusing my hole. The pain of him pulling my hair just made me that much more turned on. The sting as he spanked my ass while he fucked me just turned me on that much more. * Smack * "Oh fuck you little faggot, daddy is going to fuckin' blow his load in your little faggot ass. You want that bitch?" "Ah yes Daddy, pweeze. Pweety pweeze cum in me." "Awww fuck yeah, baby! Daddy is going to fucking blow this load in you!" I could feel his cock get even harder inside me as he pounded even faster into me. "Awww fuck, awe fuck! Take it!" He grabbed my shoulders hard and slammed the full length of his cock deep into my guts one last time. He cried out as his balls released their seed into my bowels. I could feel his cock swell and jerk with each blast of his cum. His cock throbbed inside me at least twelve times before he collapsed on top of me. His hot sweaty body laid on top of me, his cock still inside me. All I could do was lay there and try to catch my breath. I was completely spent. Moments later I passed out from exhaustion. ****** A few hours earlier: Kurt sneered at Sky, "Well if you are tired then you better get your ass in the shower and then to bed. What the hell have you been doing any? You smell like a gawdammed whore." Sky wretched himself from his daddy's grasp, grabbed his bags, and without so much as a goodbye to Michael he ran upstairs. "Why did you do that?" Michael asked sternly as he looked at Kurt. "Why don't you mind your own fucking business?" Kurt retorted sarcastically. Michael went to the fridge grabbing a couple beers then sat himself across from Kurt at the kitchen table. He pushed one beer at Kurt then opened the other and took a big swig. Putting the beer on the table he looked again across the table at Kurt. "Lighten up man. He's a good kid and he loves you," Michael told Kurt. "Yeah, what the fuck do you know?" "I know that you liked fucking him." Kurt sprung from his chair. Michael followed suit and when Kurt tried to come at him Michael pushed him backward. Kurt was already well drunk. He fell backward back into his chair. This startled Kurt. Michael stepped up to Kurt grabbing the front of his shirt. He looked Kurt in the eyes. "Like it or not, your little boy is cock hungry wonton little bitch and you can either try to fight it or you can join in and enjoy the ride, mother-fucker! Ha ha, excuse me, I mean son-fucker! And, don't try to fucking deny that you didn't love fucking his sweet little ass. That little guy has a hole like none I have felt before and he really likes getting it filled." Kurt stared with his mouth agape as he listened to this person talk about his son like he was schoolgirl tramp. Michael let go of Kurt's shirt and returned to his seat. He took another swig of his beer. "Tell me you didn't like fucking him," Michael challenged. "Tell me it didn't feel good shooting your fucking seed into your boy." Kurt just looked at Michael. Not a word was spoken for a couple of minutes. Kurt's mind just reeled from the thoughts of Sky getting fucked, of Michael fucking Sky, of fucking Sky himself, of other men fucking Sky, and how it all turned him on. Michael finished his beer then got up from the table. "We will continue this talk another time," Michael announced. Kurt just sat there as Michael left. Minutes later he finally moved. Kurt reached for the beer on the table, opened it and took a long hard drink. ****** The next morning: When I woke up I was spooning my bear, my arms wrapped tight about its neck. I was lying in bed naked with only a sheet covering me. My body was a little sore and I could feel the crusty evidence of Daddy's rape on my bottom. * Ding Dong! * I heard the front doorbell ring. It was probably Mr. Davis coming to check on me. I grabbed a fresh pair of Underoos from the drawer and put them on. A moment later I was bounding down the stairs with my bear in tow. When I got to the front door I made sure that the chain was on then I opened the door a crack. Standing outside the door was a older boy, probably 16 or 17 years old. He looked into the door at me and smiled. "What do you want?" I asked gruffly. His grin widened as he said, "Hi, I'm Luke. Your dad called me and asked for me to come sit with you while he is at work." 'A babysitter!' I thought to myself. What was that all about? "Didn't you get his note?" Luke inquired. "He said he left you one so you would know to expect me." "Just a sec," I told him. I shut the door again and locked it then I rushed to the kitchen. There on the table was a note. Sky, I've decided I don't like you being at home alone all day so I asked a friend's son to come spend the day with you. Be nice to him and behave. Otherwise you will be getting up with me every morning and going to the latchkey. The boy's name is Luke. I have left an envelope for him here on the table. Make sure that he gets it. Dad I went back to the front door and let Luke in. I had grabbed the envelope from the table and handed it to him as he walked in. Luke smiled again at me. "Hey little buddy, have you had breakfast yet?" "No." "Okay, let me go fix you something while you go get cleaned up and dressed. Sound good?" I tilted my head and looked at this strange nice older boy. "Okay." I ran up the stairs and into the bathroom. The water of the shower felt so good on my sore bottom and shoulders. Daddy was so rough last night, rough and good. I could feel my little dick getting hard again as I thought about the pounding I got from Daddy while I cleaned what was left of it from my bottom. Remembering I had a breakfast in the works I finished my shower, towel dried, and walked down the hall buck-naked into my bedroom to get dressed. 'What am I going to wear today?' I thought to myself. ****** Mo2cum! If you liked my story or have some ideas for it please write me at bluskylar@yahoo.com Want to role-play? Send me a message, daddy. It will help me write this story.