Was it just the heat and the vodka?

A new kind of awakening

My goosebumps just faded when I realized how cute he was when smiling. I was still shocked that he was there. So I asked D how he got in the house. He said my mom let him in. A leak in the garage needs to be fixed. He said he made it leak so he has an excuse to see me and he already fixed it, Mom will be back later at night and asked him to lock up for her. But I just saw him a few minutes ago I said. He didn’t explain more and just approached me and seized my ass.

“He is naughty but I am nasty! And you are mine. mi puta!”

I shivered with what he said. Did he saw what we did in the car? I stood stiff and let him kiss me. I didn’t kiss back and I realized how big his lips were. His kisses were wide and his mouth was open. He even touched my nose with them. His saliva was all over my lips and I was disgusted!

I said I’m sorry but he has to leave. It was just the heat and the vodka, I said. And I never wanted it to happen again. I got scared as he protested with a violent voice. No! He needs me now. And he can’t wait any longer! Then he dragged me to the stairs and pushed me to sit. He removed his trousers and exposed his huge gigantic cock. I was surprised to see him act this way as I remember before he promised to be gentle.

He didn’t turn me on. Not one bit. So I tried to crawl to my room upstairs. But he pulled my leg and I fell flat on my knees. I was terrified! This is your favorite position, he said, and pushed my back to bend and opened my legs wide. I screamed no, but that didn’t stop him. He tied my hands to the stair handle, he raised my skirt and pulled my panties off. I was trying to kick him but he managed to tie my feet as well.

Let me go!

Tears and humiliation enveloped me all over.

But his reply was a hard spanking to my ass. Then he took me. He fucked me from behind and took me fast and deep right away. I was grasping for air with every pump and I couldn’t help but just cry. He almost ripped my clothes off and I was all naked. He was heartlessly screwing his cock in me, harder, and harder until I felt my pussy weak and dripping wet. I was surprised with my own cum, as it came gushing to his cock even before he came.

That’s more like it, he said, and took me even faster. He was whipping my ass with his belt while pounding is cock in me firmly. He groaned naughty Daisy over and over! And I found myself moaning with pleasure as he was fucking me like an animal. I was begging him to stop so weakly, I lost grasp of reality. It was embarrassing as I was imagining how I looked like, tied up to the stairs and a stranger fucking my pussy wet.

Feeling his cock sliding in me fast excited me more. I was so wet and he was about to cum. Then I came for the second time! He pulled out his cock and came too. I felt his cum splattering at my back. I said stop! But he let it all splurge to my skin, dripping to the sides of my boobs. He left my body exposed to the air.

My tears and his sticky cum have dried when he cut the ties off my hands and feet. He was shirtless but already wearing his jeans. I saw a huge tattoo on his back, a creature with red wings and a long tail. It was horrifying! He tried to kiss me but I moved my head away and he swore that I would be craving for something like this again.

He kissed my feet and I was speechless. He carefully carried me to my room and brought my worn out clothes. I was too tired to move or resist but I was afraid he would fuck me again. But instead, he helped me dress up. When he saw that I was shaking, he hugged me tight and said he didn’t mean to scare me. I actually liked how his warm body wrapped me. His muscles pressing to my skin gave me strange mixed emotions. I felt scared and humiliated, but also safe and satisfied. He said that this was just the beginning. I didn’t know what he meant but I let him kiss my lips again.

He licked my ear, then my neck. And to my astonishment, I wasn’t disgusted, instead, I liked it and my pussy tightened with the thought of something greater to come. I felt his passionate kisses this time as a strange electric volt came rushing in my veins. He said he’ll teach me something different the next time. I finally kissed him back and he sucked my tongue out to rub with his. Then stood up and left the room silently.

I was shocked at what had happened that I promised myself to never speak about this to anyone.

And I never did. Until today.

And step-dad steps in

I was lying on my bed and D was behind me kissing the back of my neck. I pushed him away. But he won’t stop. I punched him with my elbow to back off but he kissed my hair instead. So I stood up, irritated, and went to the bathroom next to my room. Lloyd was there washing some clothes. And he held up my panties, his whisper echoed to the tiles, you left this by the sink. Then I heard Lloyd’s voice changed to my step-dad’s.

“You left this by the sink. Daisy, wake up.”

And I opened my eyes and saw my step-dad sitting by my bed, holding my stiff panties up. Dried traces of cum made it stiff and white in some parts. It was obviously what Lloyd used to wipe his cum off himself.

Who was here this afternoon he asked. But I didn’t reply and took my panties off his hand. Go away!

But he didn’t go anywhere. Instead, he grabbed my arm and threatened me. If I ever catch you and Lloyd, I’m going to…

What? What will you do?

That was my first time I answered him back! And it felt good. But what he said next startled me.

Nobody can ever have you!

His grip became tighter and he placed his other hand on my leg, letting it slide to my inner thighs. But before he could reach further, I kicked it off and timely, my mom called his name out. She shouted from the kitchen and he immediately let go of me. He replied by shouting back that he’s in my room. Mom called me too, saying the dinner is getting cold.

I laid there terrified as he stood up and looked at me whispering that he’s not done with me. My eyes fell to his hips. I saw he had a boner and I looked up back to his eyes. He knew that I saw it. And he smiled with the thought that I looked at it. He then went out my room, gently closing the door saying that I was lucky mom didn’t saw my panties.

What a creep! He knew my mom won’t believe me if I told her what just happened and what he just said. She would think I was just covering up for what I have done. She loved him too much to believe such a thing. Step-dad knew how to shut me up. And that made me scared.

I called Lloyd but he was cold. He asked about the man in the tinted truck and who he was. I explained that he was the painter who fixed the roof of our house last weekend, but he doesn’t believe me. I asked him to pick me up at school tomorrow and that my dad knew he was with me earlier. Without having the chance to explain my side and tell him what my step dad just did, he kept on talking and cutting me, saying that if he ever catches me with anyone else, he wouldn’t know what he could do. Then, leave me then and there. So I better not do anything behind him nor even think of doing anything. He said that he had sacrificed a lot for me and he kept on talking and talking and talking. He always does that. He wanted me to cry. And he was successful. I was on the palm of his hands.

Does he really know me more than what I expect? And who would I run to if he really left me? What will I do with my step dad, now that he laid clear his intentions? What will I do with D? Now that I still do not know his real name, how can I stop him if he does something to expose me? This is way too much for me to handle!

Why don’t they just all go away and leave me alone!



I went to the bathroom and sunk to the tub. I skipped dinner and just laid there under the bubbles. I cleansed my body gently with a liquid soap and felt my soft skin slither with the water. I wish I can cleanse my soul this easy.

Then, as my hand roamed my legs, I couldn’t resist but slide a finger in my pussy. I held myself tight and rubbed my nipples and closed my eyes. I fingered myself gently. Slowly thumping the water to my skin and feeling my pussy walls getting wet inside. I slid another finger in and rubbed myself while opening my legs wide. This is where Lloyd has been this afternoon. This is where D wants to be again. And this is where step-dad wants to be in. Increasing the pace, I suddenly felt a tremble in my pussy as my cum softly gushed thru mixing with the water and bubbles.

My last moan echoed in the bathroom. Then I knew. I just have a body made for fucking love...

Step-Daddy’s Little Girl (Part II)

Cumming Home

I always lock the door of my room when I sleep. But that night from the party, my mind was still floating with Eddy, his mysterious ways that seemed so new to me, drawing me more to him, letting him linger in my head, that I recklessly forgot to lock my door.

There I was sleeping, a pillow in between my arms and legs, my back facing the door, and half naked. I lost track of time when I dreamed that step-dad was in my room. He went in discreetly, picked up my clothes from the floor and looked at them; investigating. He then placed them on the chair next to my bed walked towards my lamp, turned the lights out and closed the door.

Half asleep I dreamt he was standing next to my bed, looking at my back, eyes rolling from my hair down to my toes, as I heard him unzip his trousers. A slight clink buzzed in the room as his metal belt hit the wooden floor. I was not scared but I was uneasy. I pretended to move involuntarily and got the blanket I am lying on to cover my naked back.

I heard a slight moan and smelled an echoing lull of liquor, more intoxicating than beer. I crossed my legs under the blanket and squeezed my pussy tight for a second or two then let go, and tightened it once more and released again. I repeated this until I heard myself breathing deep each time. I was perspiring as I felt the fire build up in me. I hear the moan once again, this time making me almost reach my ecstasy. I bit my lip preventing myself from moaning back as mixtures of flashbacks come to my mind. I see Eddy masturbating in front of me, I see my step dad doing the same behind me, I see myself fingering in front of Lloyd, and the stranger looking at Kevin and me in the movie house. I see the strangers I met in the subway, in the bus all making me cum in a discreet but exhilarating way. Then I exploded! My juices oozed out of my panties wetting my inner legs. I catch my breath, carefully controlling my panting, closing my eyes tight and pretending to sleep.

I woke up in the morning light beaming to my face. I felt cold beneath my blanket and as I looked in, I was shocked to see that my bra is missing. Although I was wearing my panties, it still made my heart race with the thought of what happened last night. Was it all a dream? Was he really in my room? Did I really do what I did? Or worse, did we do more than what I remember? I only had one thing sure though, Eddy. Yes, Eddy…

I took a long shower thinking of all the things that happened the night before, striving, forcing myself to remember every detail as possible. I scrubbed my body so long and hard to make sure all the scent goes away. But I can still smell Eddy’s cum lingering in the bathroom. Or was it only his cum that I smell? The thought gave me the shivers.

At breakfast I didn’t saw my step-dad on his favorite chair. He was not even in the kitchen. According to Mom, he was up all night looking for me that he ended up drinking with his friends. Mom was so furious with me for sneaking up on them, especially her. The moment I heard her say that, my heart pounded. I feel I betrayed my mom. Not by sneaking to a party, but thinking of her husband masturbating behind me. But I didn’t want that! But then again, I didn’t make him stop, to the point of gratifying myself as well. I was debating in my head that I even do not know if it was true or not.

I barely touched my food as I lost appetite. I was hearing my mom speaking, but the words didn’t get to me. I saw her lips move but I didn’t understand what she was saying. I felt that I would faint. I felt dizzy and all cold inside. I was in the brink of blacking out when a cup of coffee was placed in front of me. It was him! He gave me coffee and whispered that we both should promise Mom not to do that again.

I was all pale. Do what? Did we do something? Together? And what did Mom knew? What was he talking about? Think Daisy! Think!

A knock woke me out of my senses. I was still in the shower, staring blankly to the wall as cold water slide down my body. It was Mom knocking on the door. She said she will go to work now and Dad will come along. She said she will talk to me tonight, so I better not go to any party again. She knocked on my bathroom door again. Daisy! Are you hearing me?

Yes Mom. I won’t go anywhere tonight.

Then she left. And I heard the car drive away.

After the shower, I went back to sleep. I need to sleep this all off.

Discovering the Art of Masturbation

Since my last post was from the early parts of my life, and I am as much as I’d like to stay chronological, let me tell you the time I was starting to discover my body and the pleasures brought by discovering it.

It was around the time I was 12 when I first got the taste of how to reach orgasm on my own. I noticed how my pussy throbs every time I see a steamy scene from a movie. Sometimes just by kissing passionately, but always occurs when the kissing becomes a bed scene. My mom often covers my eyes when a sexy scene comes up, but this doesn’t always happen. And when I chance upon seeing it completely it steams up a sensation in me. Strangely I feel like my pussy moves on its own, opening and closing like a heartbeat. Sometimes it moves so fast my cunt gets moist.

When night comes I think about the scene I saw from the movie and relive it in my head. Again, the same throbbing sensation awakens and since the lights are out and I am under my blankets, I am free to move my hips and cross my legs tight enough to squeeze it. Soon I discovered that doing this in a jabbing manner as my legs tightens and lets go then repeating the procedure over and over increases the excitement. The heat encircles in me and I soon find my pace gradually becoming faster. As my hips move to the tempo, I feel my growing boobs shaking. To prevent from shaking the bed too much I hold on to my breasts only to realize that holing it makes my nipples grow stiff. Over time I learned that rubbing my nipples at the same beat adds more exhilaration. Then wetness builds up in me to the point that I couldn’t hold on to it and I explode! It felt almost like pissing but only in a very very small amount. I always hear my heart pounding so loud and hard after this that I fear somebody might hear it. Then I stay still for a few minutes as I swallow a big gulp of saliva stuck in my mouth. I guess this shows that while I was in limbo all my other senses stops.

For a few years after that I have this secret ritual before going to sleep. If I wasn’t able to watch a movie I make up a story in my mind. I have always felt guilty after that scenario, but I was so gratified that even if I prayed that I won’t do it again, I still do.

There was a time that I wasn’t able to do this for days, I think even weeks. I always stay up because of homework and I always fall asleep right away. One weekend I woke up with the urge of finally doing it again. I was aching to feel that sensation but whatever I think or imagine, it’s not waking up my senses. I was squeezing my pussy with my legs but I feel some sort of emptiness. So I stood out of bed and went straight to the videotapes of my mom. Where is that James Bond movie that has an erotic bed scene? I roamed around the house and saw that I was alone. So it seems.

I run through the videotapes again and I saw the one I was looking for. I hurriedly knelled on the couch and removed my panties, and since I just woke up, I was still wearing an over sized shirt. It felt cold under that shirt with nothing beneath. I sat eagerly upright and played the movie. I forwarded, searching for the scene and when it was familiarly near, I crossed my legs and started squeezing my pussy again. My cunt felt all moist soon as I hear the girl moaning and I would silently like to moan too, but I was preventing myself from making any sound. I was almost til my climax as my head felt like spinning and my eyes glued to the scene of two people fucking in the dark. I closed my eyes and replayed the moans in my head as I slowly felt my cum was all coming out of my pussy wetting my inner thighs. As I opened my eyes catching my breath, I hugged the square pillow behind me.

But just as I was getting comfy with my position, “Boo!” Angelo, my brother’s friend jumped behind the couch where I was seated! He was five years older than me and I was so shocked that I ran to my room as he was laughing trying so hard to conceal my panties inside my fist. My brother showed up from the garage and asked Angelo what happened. I didn’t care to listen to his reply as I locked my door and never knew if he saw or felt or knew what I just did.

After that day I swore I would never do that again. But I guess, time heals pains and embarrassments that until now, I confess that masturbating is one of my guilty passions.

Lost Childhood Memories

After an advertisement and a few more blogthings, I am now determined to lay down the origins of my behavior. I once showed my writings to a friend and said somebody else gave this to me. He claimed he was sickened at how the girl allegedly behaved. And he claimed all girls are naughty one way or another. Well for that I don’t disagree with him.

After a few debates and imagining him kissing me torridly and squeezing my boobs after the exchange of words, he whispered admitting that somehow some of the stories here made him jack off once or twice. My only reply was a naughty smile. Yeah, just twice huh?

But let me tell about the time i had my first hints of sex, back when I was too young to remember everything. Have you ever had that lost memory that you wanted so bad to remember but whatever you do, its just impossible to recall? I have, and this still baffles me til now.

As a child I grew up not knowing my dad. I lived with my Mom, my stepfather and older brother. Let’s just say I’m the princess of some sort and all my whims are laid on the table ready to be taken. But growing up I learned too that everything has its price.

Coming home from school has always been difficult. I always hated arriving while my step dad watched TV with his zippers open and his briefs flashing for me to see. These all happened when mom is at work. Sometimes I open the door of the living room and his hand zooms away from his body as he sees me and keeps still until I have passed by. A few times I enter their room to look for something or ask him about homework and he jolts up in a surprised manner then breaths heavily, sometimes even perspiring. I always felt uneasy waking him up.

On weekends it was common to see him sitting on the porch reading magazines while the wooden chair creaks. The repeated creaking sound always bothers me as it echoes in the vacant room next to the kitchen. I always peek through the kitchen windows but all I see is his nearly bald back head as he swings in a fast rocking motion. Why can’t he fix that chair or get a rocking chair I thought. I guess he either didn’t know it echoed or that I was nearby. And I never really knew until a few years later that what he was doing all this time was something disturbing. (well for a little girl like me)

Family jokes are always served after dinner together with dessert. And sometimes I am on the hot seat. One joke was about how old my brother stopped drinking from the bottle and I, how old I was the last time I wet on my bed. I just laughed at the teases but one distinct night, something struck my memory and gave me the shivers. I felt silent as I stared at my laughing step dad and flashes of memories came to me.

I can’t remember how old I was then but based on the teases I was barely 5 when I last wet on my bed. I was asleep one night and my step dad came in my room. I remember I was half-asleep as I felt my bed drenching but I was so tired to move and wake up. My step dad placed his hand under my body to feel the bed and after a while carried me and brought me to the toilet.

I woke up standing next to the faucet and hearing the water pouring to the floor tiles. My head was spinning from sleepiness and I was once again awoken by the soap being rubbed at my innocent pussy. I hugged his arm as he rubbed me some more and my eyes were so heavy that I fell asleep in between the soap rubbing and water splashing. The memory was a blurry scene but I know that I saw his hairy legs and his underwear was shining white against the light.

The next thing that I can recall was waking up with an uneasy feeling and I wanted to pee so badly. I looked in my shorts and saw that I was not wearing any panties. I felt it was itchy and sore and I remembered looking at how red it was. But everything after that and in between the time he was washing me was blank.

I never told this to anybody. Except for one person, Eddy. But Eddy is part of my latter life and I would tackle about him later on. What I can only say is that I can’t accuse my step dad of anything that I am not sure of. Then again, I guess being young and innocent, one is naïve about the meaning of things. And if you encounter something you are not aware of nor versed, time erases this from your mind.

Free from the clutches of men.

When I was going back to the place where Wilbert was supposed to meet me with his two ice creams, I saw him sitting there alone. With empty hands. I was ready to tell him that it was finally officially off with Lloyd. But he looked at me with teary eyes and bleeding hands. Apparently he punched a wall too hard it made his knuckles bleed. Where is the innocent fun loving Wilbert that I knew? I was ready to give my self to him but he stood up, said nothing and walked away.

I saw the ice cream thrown by the bushes.

Poor guy. And what a waste of vanilla. It made me wonder if I would ever taste his vanilla though.

Wilbert

An innocent look at things

Wilbert is a jolly, noisy and funny person. The girls say he is a pervert because he talks all day of green jokes and sexual fantasies. I refused to believe he was a pervert. You don’t know perversion like I do.

Wilbert was sweet. He sits beside me in class even in other classes where he is not supposed to be. He always offers to take me home and accompanies me during lunch. He always follows me around even when I go to the girl’s room or gym class. He calls me at home just to ask silly questions like homework and tv shows. Sometimes during weekends he visits me and offers to watch a movie or a musical at school. I often refuse though. I called him my little stalker who never gives up.

I always gave him the signal that I was not interested but never had I felt to be mean enough to directly tell that to him. Until people around us noticed our closeness. The girls told me to be warned of his intentions because he was a “pervert” but I never saw that in him. He was just trying to be funny.

One day I finally wrote back to his tons of letters. I wrote on my desk while he was beside me the words “yayu”. He looked and baby-talked to me and said “yayu too”. From that day on we were stuck like glue. I was laughing all the time. In short, I had fun days with him.

Love? Yayu is a baby talk saying Love You. But do I love him? Days pass and my expectations from this relationship grew deeper. If he was the pervert they were all talking about, how come we only kissed a few times? He never touched me except for my hands, or when he moves my hair covering my face to the back of my ears. Sometimes I made him feel my boobs to his arm acting innocent and unintentionally, but he moves away and fixes me in a position he calls “I don’t want people to give wrong impressions about you”. But I yearn to say back that I want him to be a pervert. I want him to abuse me. But I’m not used to be the dominant one. So I kept still.

A month or so came and I was getting bored. Wilbert was with me all the time, and yet never proposed to bring me anywhere, nor do anything to me. One day Lloyd came to school. He literally fell on his knees and begged me to come back. I looked the other way and people started staring at us. Everybody knew who he was. And he was gaining more and more attention as his voice grew louder asking me to at least talk to him. I saw Wilbert by the distance carrying two cones of ice cream. I turned rebellious to his annoying sweetness that I stood up and went with Lloyd. “I’ll only give you a few minutes” But his wide grin, the grin that I always saw whenever we enter a room in a hotel, the grin that leads to the thing that I miss the most, being brought to bed, gave me flashbacks and even made me a little moist.

So I went with Lloyd to the park at school and waited for him to talk me into going back to his arms.