For The Love of Daddy

Maya was just fourteen when her parents divorced and knew that she was the major cause of the failure of the marriage. Since her birth, she had been spoiled by her father; and had often gone to him for whatever she wanted, knowing he would give it to her in spite of her mother’s disapproval. Because of this, Maya and her mother did not get along, so Maya went to live with her father when her parents separated. Maya noticed that her fathers attitude was changing towards her as time went on, he was less lenient and getting progressively harsher in his punishment of infractions when she disobeyed. And right now, she hoped he wouldn’t find out that she had pulled her worst maneuver yet. She had agreed to go to a party on the upcoming Friday evening with a boy three years older than she. She wasn’t yet allowed to date, and knew her father would scream bloody murder about the whole thing.

Friday came and Maya got ready to go, her father thinking she was going to a girlfriends’ house for the evening. He reminded her as she went out the door that she was to be home by ten. She yelled something incoherent back to him and took off down the street to where her date waited to pick her up, pulling off the baggie shirt she’d worn to cover the much more revealing top she wore under it from her fathers’ eyes. Her date’s eyes lit up when he saw her, settling on her partially exposed breasts after travelling over her body. She settled into the passenger seat, trying to hide her excitement and inexperience as he put the car in gear and pulled out into traffic. It was a short drive of three blocks to the house where the party was already in full swing, and almost as soon as they walked in the door, Maya and her date were handed strong drinks. They spent the next two hours talking and joking with friends, drinking, and dancing.

Maya was very drunk by the time that her date led her to one of the bedrooms and began to slide his hands under her clothing, stroking her breasts and buttocks before letting his wandering fingers find the waistband of her panties. Maya was lost in the sensations that the booze and his hands had induced, not realizing that he had most of her clothes disarranged until his questing fingers slid into her hot little pussy and encountered her hymen. She tried to pull away from him, but he had an arm around her and held her tightly against himself, preventing her from escaping. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her leg, his hands became rougher in their handling of her flesh as his excitement grew, and she knew with a sinking feeling that she had made a major mistake in going out with him and drinking as she had. She began to fight him, causing him to grunt as her knee connected with his erection, though the blow wasn’t hard enough to actually hurt him it did cause him to loosen his grip enough for her to get away from him.

Maya ran, staggering through the crowded house; in her panic not registering the disheveled condition of her clothing or the stares and laughs that followed her progress. She never stopped running until she had covered the three blocks to her house and slid through the back door, locking it behind her.