Step Dad Brutally Takes My Virgin Pussy

When I was 13, my mom met her new boyfriend. I didn’t like him much and mom knew it, but that didn’t stop her inviting him to move in with us after only a few months. At 32, he was younger than my mom, but he was a heavy drinker and had a beer gut. He was kind of ugly and he didn’t take care of himself very much. I didn’t really know why mom was with him, she was way out of his league, but she had three children and not a lot of men paid her any real attention. She’d been single since Dad had left and I guess she had her needs and Jim was the best she could do.

I have to admit, I never any problems with him until I turned 16. I guess he was waiting for me to be legal before making any suggestions. On a number of occasions he put his hands up my school skirt and fondled my pussy through my knickers. I’d always managed to grab his hand and stop him pushing his fingers inside me. He’d squeeze my tits when no one as watching and this became a daily operation.

Shortly before my 17th birthday he came up behind, pinned me to the sink and yanked my skirt up until it was round my waste. He managed to get his hands down the back of my knickers a push a finger into my pussy and I could feel his hard cock pressing against the side of my leg through his jeans.

“When you going to let me fuck that teenage pussy,” he demanded.

“Fuck off you pervert,” I cried.

“Come on. You know you want it. I wanna fill that pussy with hot spunk,” he moaned and pushed a second finger into me.

I tried to push him away from me, but he was much bigger than me. Then I heard a voice behind me. It was my little sister Katie.

“What are you doing?” she shouted.

Jim pulled his fingers out of me and stepped away. “I’m just helping your sister with the washing up,” he replied and walked out of the kitchen.

She asked me if I was ok and I said I was and sent her to her room. She was only just 12 and I didn’t want her to be scarred. It actually worked out ok. After that Jim didn’t touch me again and I hoped he’d learnt his lesson.

Almost three weeks later I was getting ready to go out to a club. It was a Friday night and my 17th birthday was on Sunday. My boyfriend, Mike, wanted to take me out to celebrate and his brother was going to get us into a club where he worked. My boyfriend was already 20, but they had to sneak me in though a side entrance so that I wouldn’t get carded.

The night was going well, I’d had a few too drink and I was feeling a little bit drunk. My boyfriend and I had found a concealed corner and we started making out. I opened my legs a little and he pushed his hand up my skirt, moved my knickers to the side and pushed two fingers straight into my wet pussy. I started to moan and rub his hard on through his trousers.

“Do it harder,” I begged and moaned..

He started banging his fingers into me as fast as he could, his knuckles hitting the inside of my legs with each thrust. My whole body started to shudder as I had an orgasm and I could feel my pussy juices running down my thighs.

“When are you going to let me screw?” he asked.

“You know I’m a virgin,” I replied.

“I know,” he replied.