1. Year Thirteen


    Date: 10/18/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Authoritarian, Discipline, Hardcore, Humiliation, Incest, Male/Teen Female, Non-consensual sex, Rape, Reluctance, Romance, School, Teen, Violence, Young, Author: lancejohnson, Rating: 93.6, Source: sexstories.com

    He ground his cock into her and finally collapsed. He lay on top of her for several moments, both father and daughter panting. Then he stood up and smacked her on the ass. “OWWW!!” “Nice fuck Mandy,” he said as he pulled his cock out of his little girl. She lay there, unmoving, as her cunt slowly closed, his cum still warm inside her. “Get moving lazybones, you’re going to miss the bus. You better not make me drive you,” Jason chuckled as he zipped up his pants. Amanda snapped out of her trance. She glanced at the clock on the wall, and immediately began to move. She pulled up her panties and threw on her crumpled dress, and she ran upstairs to get her backpack. Not a minute later, she ran down the stairs to the front door. Her father stood waiting with her pink lunchbox. “Almost forgot this, didn’t you?” “Yeah…” she said, breathlessly, as she tied her running shoes, “Thanks daddy.” He gave her a kiss on the cheek and lightly swatted her round behind as she ran out the door. The doors were about to close as Amanda bounded onto the yellow school bus. She’d had to sprint three blocks to get there in time. Thankfully, the bus was only two thirds full, so she had no trouble finding a seat alone. She dropped her backpack on the uncomfortable leather bench and sat down, panting with exertion. She couldn’t help but notice that her friend Jenny, sitting a few rows ahead, was quietly crying. Amanda knew she’d turned thirteen only a few days ago. The bus came to another stop, and a ...
    few more students groggily stepped on. She was spacing out, staring through the window at the August air, when she felt a tap on her shoulder. “Can I sit here?” “Um, yeah.. sure,” she answered shyly. It was Alex, a boy who was in her English Honors class last year. She didn’t know him well, but she’d always thought he was cute. Amanda felt herself blush. The bus started to move. Alex glanced down at her legs, and Amanda followed his eyes. There was cum dripping down her left thigh. Mortified, Amanda immediately began searching her bag for a tissue. “I-I-I’m s-sorry Alex, please excuse me,” she said, blushing furiously. She kept digging through her bag, but to her dismay there was nary a tissue to be found. Alex put his hand on her thigh. She turned her head towards him, cheeks red as a hot water bottle, to see him hand her a kleenex. “It’s your dad, isn’t it?” he said, his voice conveying sympathy. Amanda’s voice caught in her throat. “My dad’s been doing it to my older sister for years.” Amanda looked down, averting his gaze, as she felt herself well up with tears. He touched her cheek, gently bringing her eyes back to him. “She was like this when it started. She cried all the time. But believe me, it does get better. I know it’s wrong, and really awful, but it’s a fact of life, and the sooner you come to accept it the sooner you’ll stop feeling like this.” He gave her a soft smile and gently squeezed her leg. He wiped away her tears, and then gave her another tissue for her ...
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