After first noticing my pubic hairs and swelling breasts I began wondering what the “Real Thing” would be like. Even before that, I played with myself whenever I had the chance and experimented with fingers, hairbrush handles, cucumbers, fantasizing about having a real cock in me. But I never–never–thought my fantasy would be fireworks.

All us girls were into boys now…sharing stories and giggling over this boy or that…how “hot” he would be…but it was just talk. We were strictly amateurs, voyeurs, readers of dirty stories looking for ideas. We didn’t even really date, except pretend dates, where we would walk home from school with a boy, maybe hold hands, see a movie together, sometimes study together for a test but our minds and dreams were active, especially for me. One day I got brave and asked Ferris inside my house for a soda…we had walked home from school, our arms brushed, he took my hand, our thighs brushed and I knew he did that on purpose for a reaction. I gave him a reaction…a smile…and asked him to come inside. My folks wouldn’t be home from work for a couple hours and he would be long gone by then.

We sat at the kitchen table and I got drinks and potato chips and we sat talking about school, teachers…I didn’t even know how to talk to a boy but Ferris knew how to talk to girls. He was the cutest guy in class according to us. He talked and I listened and smiled and tried to laugh at his stories and I guess that encouraged him. It wasn’t long before we were in my living room and he was telling me things all girls wanted to hear…especially me. How I was pretty and he liked the dress I was wearing. I pushed down the dress as it showed my knees. “Don’t do that. I like your knees,” he said, so I pulled it back a little and blushed. “Would you like another soda?” I asked. I was nervous…very…and wanted things to cool down. So Ferris wanted another soda and I got up to get one but he pulled me down on his lap and kissed me. Right on the mouth! I tried to get up again but he held tight. I felt his legs on mine and was scared but excited, too. “Give me another kiss,” he said turning my head and kissing me again. He held me tight, insisting, so I kissed him back adjusting on his lap.

He pulled my legs over his and pushed me back on the couch, reaching to kiss me again. Now our bodies were lengthwise, his face hot on mine. I thought I locked the front door when we came in but wasn’t sure. Daddy made me always lock it when I came home. It sure was quiet, except for our breath and his whispers: “I love you. I really love you.” Words I wanted to hear and I kissed him back hard. “Do you love me?” he asked. I nodded and our bodies were hot; my dress in disarray and I reached to straighten it but Ferris grabbed my hand and pulled up my dress. A rush of air cooled my legs and his hand was hot on me. I squirmed and said “No.” He was strong, stronger than me. It didn’t matter, my mind was struggling against my body now and I felt hot and weak. My mind relaxed, saying “No” and letting it happen, whatever that was, I wanted to learn.

I was radiating–hot–sweating–wet and he again said he loved me and I felt warm all over except cool where his hand wasn’t busy on my body. He was in my panties now, his hands all around me, petting my little hairs and little wet cunt, on my little lips. I sat up at this. “No!” I said and I really meant it this time, pushing down my dress over my knees pushing at his hand but he just kissed me again and said he loved me and pushed me back into our couch and now the couch was holding me. I was being raped, but I wanted him to. I wasn’t going to make it easy for him and fumbled at his hands. He could never think I was easy or willing but I hoped he wouldn’t stop. After all, he loved me. Isn’t that what he said or did? He just wanted me like I wanted him, or somebody. “Please don’t,” I said, but meant: “Please don’t stop.”

Then he took my hand, pulling me off the couch, I stood and followed him into my bedroom. We were both hot and anxious. Ferris lifted my dress again and took down my panties to my ankles and I kicked them off, pushing me down on the bed. Dropping his pants to the floor and I took hold of him again. He leaned over me, kissing, our naked legs against each other, his knees spreading my legs. I felt cool and hot and dizzy; my ears were ringing; my arms were around his waist, feeling his cock at my privates.

I was flat on my back now. He was big and stiff. I marveled at it. I was hoping my fantasies were about to come true but he couldn’t find me and his cock poked around even though my legs were spread and I lifted for him and got scared he would quit. I didn’t know what I was doing but knew enough that this beautiful boy needed help. But would he let me touch him? How ridiculous! I reached down and took hold. His cock was wet all over with him and me all hot and all and I guided him, like my fingers, like my favorite hairbrush handle, like a cucumber, along my slit, rubbing his wet cock on my wet cunt then putting it into my cunt. He pushed and pushed some more and was inside me at last, a little more with each push and finally I knew what a real boy’s cock felt like inside. Better than cool hairbrushes or cucumbers, his cock was hot and throbbing. I wanted him all the way, I wanted him to push deep inside like I did my cucumber and tickle me deep. He thrust deeply, rested, I opened my eyes and looked in his. He smiled, whispered “I love you,” and began to move inside. I closed my eyes.

But this was way, way better, a real cock. He was breathing on my neck and holding my shoulders down. I lifted up to him as he pushed and finally got some serious feelings. I wasn’t thinking about him now and was remembering how hairbrushes and things made me feel and hoping this would be better, you know, and was enjoying it all that I didn’t hear our front door open. All I could feel was his thrusting; building feelings in me. I turned my head to the side to get more air for this moment of climax that was coming.

Opening my eyes to look directly into my father’s face at the bedroom door! I was torn. I was just building to a good hard come and was at just that point where I couldn’t control myself I wanted it so bad. I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. Even if may father’s face was a horror. But he stood there and I lay there and my unknowing new boyfriend Ferris was churning me. I was almost there when my father kicked Ferris in the butt. “Get out of this house! What do you think you’re doing?” father said. But Ferris was almost coming and couldn’t stop either and I couldn’t stop even though my face was covered with tears and my heart pounding. My body taking a delicious pounding.

My father kicked Ferris again, driving his cock into me real hard. It hurt me, but didn’t hurt me. He was driving cock nails and erotic thrills into my body…hurting me, but setting me on fire, making me come so hard I just closed my eyes hoping my father would kick Ferris again. And he did. It was so, so very good. Striking into me with pain and pleasure and my tears streaming down my face. I was in a delirium of feeling but Ferris sprang from the bed, grabbed his pants and was out the door. I heard the front door make a loud slam. Now I was pulsing and scared and drained and opened my eyes finally.

There was my father, looking down on me. “You little slut!” he said. “You dirty little slut!” I didn’t know what was coming next except then he said: “I’m going to teach you a lesson.” I didn’t know what lesson but I had sure learned about cuming hard and father’s kicking Ferris had unknowingly taught me that already. I closed my eyes…my body hot, naked, open…not knowing what he would do. Then I felt the bed move and my legs were pushed even further apart. I had been lying there all exposed. I mean, I had cum so hard I couldn’t move and was just lying there completely exposed to my father’s gaze. The bed moved again and I heard another zipper. What could I do or say? I felt another hard cock poking at me and instinctually reached down to guide it, hoping to come hard again. I was surprised that my father’s cock was even bigger than Ferris’s. I wasn’t a cock expert, not yet, but my hand barely fit around this one and it seemed twice as long. “I’m going to teach you a lesson,” he said again. Then he pushed inside, but he didn’t seem to fit, even as wet as I was. He pushed again, stretching me. I kept my eyes closed, wondering about all this, anxious now for my lesson. He withdrew and pushed again, a little deeper. He was really big and hurt me. “It hurts, Daddy,” I said. “I want to hurt you. You’ve been a dirty little slut and need to learn your lesson,” and he pushed harder into me. Now his face was on mine and he kept thrusting, it was delicious and I was dizzy again…Each time he fucked me he said, in a rhythm“You”…thrust…”little”…thrust…”slut!” I held on to him and began to shake.

But as he kept at me he kissed me on the mouth and whispered that he liked fucking me. That I had a body made for fucking and cuming; that my cunt was tight on him. My mind was racing and my body was still hot and started getting hotter. I raised my hips involuntarily. I flexed my cunt muscles to hold him. “It feels good doesn’t it?” he said. I nodded. If I was going to be taught a lesson I was going to enjoy it. He was thrusting in a slow rhythm, whispering those words and then faster each time and each time going deeper. I began to feel him deeper than any hairbrush handle or anything. He was opening new parts of me and I began to tremble as he went into me each time. I put my arms around his shoulders and held him close. He was breathing in my ear and calling me dirty things: his little whore; his dirty girl and all these things made me hotter and then I knew there were more fireworks for me. From my toes to my face I was feeling his cock stroking deep inside along the walls of my body and I tightened my grip, breathed on his hot face against me biting on his ear, tasting his blood and sweat and learning my lesson. One I would never forget. And he often reminded me even if I didn’t need reminding. Every chance we got. And it was a story, until now, I never told anyone. I was his “dirty little girl” and loved it all.

The Girl in the Gilded Cage A little true story in San Antonio

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It was my Mom’s idea and embarrassing but at that age I did what I was told. Little did Mom know that Dad was regularly fucking me and I was horny all the time.

It was a fund-raiser in San Antonio and part of the event was to bid on the “Girl in the Gilded Cage” which was me in a scanty outfit. Having all these people, these lusting men, staring at me sent shivers throughout my youthful body. They all wanted me, I just knew it. But it was otherwise all in fun and I blushed when I was “auctioned” off and all in fun as the winner simply gave money to the charity and didn’t even come over to say “Hello.”

It was very formal and no hanky-panky allowed…and mostly I was under Mom’s watchful eyes anyway…so embarrassment, shivers, blushing was all that was my reward for raising money: “The Girl in the Gilded Cage.”

Later, after the event, I was walking around the corridors of the hotel looking for a cool drink. I was standing, ordering a soda when a man came up behind me, touching my little skimpy costume, and whispering something dirty in my ear…you know…that “dirty” thing…”Wanna go somewhere and fuck?” He startled me. I turned around and stepped back. Looking at him, he looked like my Dad…that wasn’t a good thing in my state because when I looked at Dad my cunt got hot…just looking at Dad made me want to spread my legs for a good licking and then be taught the latest lesson in fucking by Dad…we did it every chance we got…I loved the feelings in my body that he gave me.

We had our little routine, Dad and I did…he would whisper in my ear, lick my ear, kiss my mouth…I would give him my tongue and then all the rest would happen. I would have a climax for the ages each and every time.

So, I turned around and here was this guy, with a smile and a twinkle in his eye and he looked like my Dad! I was instantly wet and also afraid. He was a stranger. He took my hand and we walked away from the drink counter. “I’ve always wanted to fuck the Girl in the Gilded Cage and especially right now.” His words were absurd and I pulled away. He took out his wallet and some bills…I saw a $50 and a $100…he handed them to me. I took his hand!

“We don’t have to really do anything. I was just kidding. You’re too young for me anyway.” I took the money. It was a lot. “But,” he said, “just come to my room and we can sit and talk. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want.” I walked with him now. He was harmless he said and I believed him and, after all, what could possibly happen that I wasn’t already doing with Dad and this was new and exciting…I tucked the money in my little outfit.

We got on the elevator…walked down the hallway and into his room. He smelled nice and was nice to me. He opened a bottle of wine and gave me a drink…it was hot as it traveled down my throat and seemed to focus on my cunt…my cunt was getting hot just at the scene and the wine helped. I didn’t need any help. I was hoping he would do something, like Dad would do. My ear was ready for a kiss; my tongue was ready and, yes, even with this stranger, my cunt was ready. I wondered how it would feel with someone other than Dad. I was anxious to find out but sat there quietly.

“I’m going to put on a robe,” he said, “and I’ll bring one for you so you can get out of that skimpy little outfit.” I was tired of my outfit. It was too snug…I unzipped and stepped out of it as he handed me a robe. I wrapped the robe around me and we sat opposite each other. He got some more wine, handed me my glass and bent down to kiss me…I turned my head and he landed a kiss on my ear…that was the beginning…I should have just kissed him on the mouth, gotten up and left with my money but I didn’t.

Just kissing my ear got me started…I was ashamed of myself but what I did was, as he backed away, took his hand and pulled him to me for a mouth kiss, inserting my tongue into his mouth. He took the hint. Not much hint was needed and he pushed the robe off my shoulders which fell to the arms of the chair…he pushed off his robe and I reached for his cock which was stiff as a board already…I pulled his cock to me for a kiss…just like I did with Dad…this was the same thing, I told myself, just a “not-Dad” otherwise the same. A man, a man cock, now kissing his cock, licking the real sensitive part underneath just like Dad had taught me.

This was the same except I was getting paid for doing what I liked doing anyway. I started to think of that cock fucking me. It made me really hot. Dad had taught me lots of tricks and I played with this man’s balls. I looked up at him…his eyes were closed, a calmness on his face…hands holding my head to him…all men are alike I began to think as this second man in my life was acting just like Dad…his balls hardened as I sucked and licked and sucked some more. Then I stopped; the man’s eyes opened looking down at me…

“I don’t want you to come in my mouth,” I said, licking my lips and tasting his pre-cum…it tasted good. He stared at me, questioning. “You know,” I said. “Know what?” he asked. “You know where I want you to come,” I said. A big smile appeared now…”Why you are a little slut,” he said. That “slut” word thrilled me…just like Dad would say! All men are alike. But this man was more slender and had a bigger cock…way bigger…I wondered if my tight little girl cunt could take something like this man’s cock. What if it didn’t fit? I licked him again but this time licked him down. “Not yet,” I said. “I want to soften you up a little. You might be too big for me. I’m still a little girl.” I could hear him breathing hard and his cock did soften…but not for long.

He lifted me up from my chair and now we were both naked; both bodies hot and I felt his soft cock on my belly…he was taller than Dad and I started to think he might hurt me with that big cock…but he took charge of my little body and moved me to the side of the couch; making me lie back. He took my knees and spread them apart. He lifted my legs straight up, putting my heels on his shoulders. Then he took my heels in his hands and spread me open, looking down. “You’re too big,” I said. “Relax,” he said. I couldn’t relax…I was naked and spread…I put my hands down on my cunt.

“You have a beautiful cunt,” he said, “and you are really a blonde. I like that.” I smiled and waited. “Don’t hurt me,” I said. “I won’t,” he said, “but you are so hot. I’ll be careful. You’re no virgin, are you?” I shook my head. “Who?” he asked. “My Dad,” I told him. His cock flexed at “Dad?”

“You really are a slut then,” he said. I loved that word. It made my cunt lips pulse. He saw that and smiled. I took my hand off myself and took hold of his giant cock. I was scared but a hot scared. He lifted my butt a little so we were cunt to cock. I felt just the tip, putting my hand on it, lifting it up and down my slit, I was wet and slippery and so was he…I shivered again but not from fear. I wanted his cock in me. His cock flexed with my touchings. I closed my eyes, waiting for this thing to happen.

“You know what a slut likes?” he teased, “A slut with a wet cunt wants fucking,” he said and I felt the first pressure of his cock on me. He spread my legs some more. I felt vulnerable and started to ache for his cock. I was ready for him to fuck me and looked up at him: “Please,” I said. “Please fuck me Dad.” It was what I had been trained to say and in this moment the words just came out and I was at home with my Dad and he always told me to ask him…now without thinking…those words came out.

This man was now stretching me with his huge cock. I put my hand on the monster and played with the shaft…I could feel it inching into my body, stopping, letting my cunt adjust and then more inches and more inches, it seemed to be very long as it inched and stretched. I squeezed on him just like Dad had taught me to do. He moved his hands on my thighs, lifting my bottom and pressed deep. I finally felt his balls hit my bottom. He was up me to his hilt and I let out a deep breath. I could take this big cock…Dad’s little girl was now all grown up and I wanted him to fuck me now.

I was ready and lifted on him as he slowly withdrew and then hit into me again, his balls slapping against my bottom. I squeezed on his cock and he withdrew and plunged again each time hitting me deep inside. I wasn’t a virgin but I was a virgin for this kind of deep, huge cock, fucking and couldn’t catch my breath…I clung to his waist with my little hands as he fucked and fucked and I started to shake and grunt and let out a loud cry as he went extra deep pushing my back against the couch…I didn’t want him to stop now…”Please…don’t….stop,” I mumbled and he didn’t…No, he didn’t until every emotion in my little body had released…until I had come and come again and milked every bit of sperm from that long, thick cock of his. It was much better than Dad…I didn’t know how I could really enjoy Dad again…but I would try.

“Get dressed,” he said after we had rested and recuperated…”You are a special, sexual little girl. I don’t think I ever enjoyed fucking anyone as much as fucking you.” I got dressed and he opened the door, giving me a good bye kiss and feeling the crotch of my little outfit. I looked down. It was another $100 bill. I walked down the hall, proud of myself for being able to handle a cock that big. I was all grown up and had enough money for a new dress.

I looked forward to next year and being the “Girl in the Gilded Cage” and another dress…looking forward to a man with a big fucking cock.