Innocence Taken part 2

Mom walked slowly into the kitchen dragging her feet. She began pulling things from the cupboard to prepare our lunch. Her hair was still a mess and her tired low-pitch voice told me she was still hungover. Dad was still in the bedroom sleeping it off.
“So how did you guys like your new babysitter?” She mumbled.
“Same as all the rest.” Charlie said indifferently.
“I really liked him mommy. He was lots of fun.” I said this as images from the night before replayed in my mind.
“That’s great sweetie! I know Davy really likes playing with you kids.” She turned to Charlie, “Charlie, go wake your dad up and tell him it’s time to eat.”
“He’s not my dad.” Charlie stormed away.

My real dad died when I was just a baby. Doug was the man I called dad because he was the only father I’d ever known. Charlie and Stacy felt differently. They were older when my dad passed and they still have vague memories of him. This was one of the reasons I bonded so well with Davy. When Davy was a baby he contracted a severe case of bacterial meningitis which left him mentally handicapped. When his mother was told that her son would be dependent on her for the rest of his life, she abandon him and Bob. I could relate somewhat with Davy, and for that he was one of my best friends, regardless of the age difference.

The afternoon came and went, it was all a blur. I pretended to play outside, I pretended to watch tv– but my mind wasn’t in tune with those things. I couldn’t focus on anything because I couldn’t stop replaying the events from the night before. The vulnerable feeling of being blind folded while Bob’s hands touched me in places that had never been touched. The shameful feeling of guilt as I lay there letting him rob me of my innocence… and all the while enjoying it. I wondered how mad my parents would be if they found out. My mom would probably cry. My dad would probably kill Bob. Good thing I wasn’t going to tell them.

When the sun went down, I climbed into bed still thinking about it. I thought about how good Bob made me feel, how he gave me my first orgasm. I felt a puddle of warm creamy wetness settle in my panties and I began to touch myself. I closed my eyes and imagined my hands were Bob’s hands. I used the same technique that he used as I massaged my tiny little clitoris, moving my finger in a circular motion. I covered my mouth with my other hand to muffle my moans, the same way Bob did. I inserted a finger into my vagina, the pressure inside of me felt heavenly. I continued to rub myself until I finally came. Kneeling next to my bed, I prayed for forgiveness just before I fell asleep.

The next morning, as I sat at the table eating my pancakes, I began to daydream. After knowing how good it felt to have sex, I became turned on by the idea of taking someone else’s virginity. I wanted to give someone what Bob had given to me– I was obsessed with the idea. I wanted to be someone’s first. I wanted someone to be as grateful to me as I was to Bob. Then it dawned on me…
“Mom? Can I spend the night with Davy again?”

*****

“It’s time for your bath, Amelia.” Bob walked me upstairs while Davy sat in his room playing a video game. He turned the water on and set the temperature.
“I can do this myself you know.” I teased.
“Yes, I know. But I thought you might like some help.” Bob smiled.
My clothes fell to the floor as I pealed each layer off my body. I stepped into the warm bath water and began to cleanse my body.
“Stand up” Bob demanded.
I stood in the tub as water dripped slowly down my body. Bob applied some soap to his hand and then began to wash me. I began moaning in pleasure while his wet soapy hand glided back and forth between my legs. His fingers fitting snuggley inside the crease of my labia all the way back to my ass crack– back and forth, in a slow rhythmic motion. I felt my knees buckle as my pussy juices oozed all over his hand. He took his clothes off and joined me in the tub, “Would you like some company?”
“Yes please.”
He sat down in the water and picked me up, spreading my legs. I straddled him, my legs around his waist as I felt his hard cock enter me. I began riding him, up and down, in and out. His big fat cock filling my tiny pussy hole, pounding every inch inside of me. He sucked on my small breasts– the breasts of a little girl. He started kissing my neck, I started bouncing harder and faster on his throbbing dick.
“Yeah… that’s right baby. Ride that cock like a good little girl.”
“Mmm.. Yeah, I like that cock. I like that big fat juicy cock.”
I grabbed the back of his shoulders for support, moving my hips up and down, I felt like I never wanted to stop. I could stay in that bath tub and ride his beautiful cock forever. My nails began to dig into his skin, I was losing control. Bob picked me up and flipped me. He bent me over the side of the tub as he stood on his knees to enter my pussy from behind. Once again, I felt his throbbing penis penetrate my tingling vagina. He held me by the hips and fucked me hard. My poor defenseless pussy receiving every inch of his cock, it hurt so bad, but it felt so good.
“That’s my pretty little princess. You like that cock, huh? Are you my little whore?”
“Mmm yeah, I like it Bob. I like it. Fuck my pussy! I’m your dirty little whore princess!”
He forced his dick deeper inside of me. My tiny hole wasn’t able to receive it all. He pushed deeper, tearing my little pussy hole until it bled. He continued to pound me, harder… faster… in and out. I felt his cock begin to spray warm juice inside of me, filling my hole with his liquid love.

*****

It was 2a.m. now, Bob had fallen asleep in his bed. Now was my chance. I started to sneak down the stairs to Davy’s room. Davy was still awake, still playing his video game, I walked in.
“Hey Davy, how’s it goin’?”
“Were you humping my dad? I heard you.”
“Umm… yeah. Sorry about that.”
“But you’re just a little girl… you’re not a grown up.”
“I know, but I still like it… Do you like it?”
“I never humped anyone before.