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Subject: {ASSM} A Teen Slut's Saga, Chapter 2 (m/f, consensual)
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THIS story should only be read by adults who understand the difference
between fiction and reality.

This story has lots of edgy sex (edgy  if-it-was-real-it'd-be-illegal)
involved. But they're not real!!! So enjoy with a clear conscience if
you're mature enough!

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A Teen Slut's Saga
By PunkyGirl (punkygirl04 -AT- gmail -DOT- com)

Chapter Two: Regrets, I've Had a Few
(m/f, consensual)

The morning after her dad had fucked her, Amy awoke feeling terribly
hung over, terribly sad, and terribly ashamed. She'd been raped by
her dad. It hadn't been a dream. She felt sick.

She'd been terrified about what he might do to her when she got home.
Earlier in the evening, when Amy had begun to drink, her older friends
had assured her they'd have her home by sunset. Amy had never gotten
drunk before, but she'd been high a few times so she had figured
it'd be roughly the same thing. Her friends, two high-school boys and
their older brothers, assured her she'd be okay. But after a few
beers everyone began smoking pot too, and drinking more, and everyone,
herself included, had forgotten about the time. They'd been in a
basement without windows. They were all having so much fun, listening
to music, watching cheesy movies. Forgetting the time had been easy.

It wasn't until Shane Wallace began to cop a feel (she and the
17-year-old boy had been making out for almost an hour) that Amy had
suddenly realized what time it must be. She'd jumped off his lap and
stammered to him drunkenly that she had to get home, she had to get
home right away! Reluctantly, the worked up boy had agreed to drive
her.

It had been raining so hard outside. She'd gotten drenched waiting
for Shane to find the right key and unlock the car. The drive home was
short, and she had nearly begun crying on the way there. Shane had kept
telling her to relax, that it would be okay, but Amy knew her dad. He
was probably drinking. He would definitely be angry. And that
combination, when it came to her father, usually meant someone got
hurt.

Of course, he hadn't seriously hurt her in years. He'd stopped
slapping her around when she was in the fourth grade, when the social
worker began making visits after a teacher had reported her bruises.
But a smack here and there was always the norm. And though she was
constantly breaking his rules, she'd never gotten home so late. That,
combined with the fact that he'd been in a foul mood about her
step-mom leaving for the weekend, spelled trouble.

Shane had dropped her off without a word. He was obviously pissed off.
Even in her drunken state, Amy knew what the boy had really wanted: her
pussy. He'd wanted to fuck her. Maybe he'd wanted her to suck him
off. But though Amy was a bit wild, and though she dressed
provocatively and enjoyed masturbation, she'd never had sex before.
Shane probably hadn't known this. As it turned out, neither had her
dad.

She'd staggered up to the house feeling incredibly nervous. The rain
was relentless, but all she could think about was what her dad would do
to her. And to her horror, there he was, the second she'd opened the
door.

His eyes had been wide with anger, his fists clenched at his sides.
Thunder had boomed behind her as she stared at him. He began to yell
something, and she'd flinched. She'd been certain he was about to
hit her.

She had started to stumble some excuse, but then she'd noticed
something. Between his legs there was a huge bulge pressing against his
jeans. The sound of pouring rain and thunder had suddenly mixed with
the sounds of moaning, too, and Amy realized a porno movie was playing
in the living room. Her dad had been jacking off to porn!

Obviously, Amy had known for a long time about her dad's porn
collection. But the idea of him sitting alone on a Saturday night,
jerking off to a porn movie, seemed funny to the stoned, drunken girl.
The sight of his bulge made it even funnier. She hadn't been able to
help herself: she'd started laughing.

Somehow that laughter, combined with some lame attempts at explanation,
had saved her. She'd fallen into him briefly, and then staggered to
the stairs, and he hadn't even attempted to stop her. She'd felt in
the clear. She continued to laugh, in relief now, as she entered her
bedroom. Her dad hadn't followed her. He hadn't hit her. He
probably wanted to get back to his movie and continue to masturbate,
she had figured.

With her bedroom door closed safely behind Amy had kicked off her
tennis shoes, dropped her purse, and staggered to her bed. The room was
sort of spinning, but all she'd been able to think about was the
sight of her big ol' angry dad-- with a boner. So funny! So
hilarious.

She'd almost fallen asleep on this light note. Images of Shane,
memories of his hand groping her tits, visions of her funny-looking dad
staring at her with a boner, had filled her mind. What interrupted this
progression toward passing out was the sound of heavy footfalls on the
stairway.

When he entered her room Amy had closed her eyes even tighter and
pretended to be asleep. When he'd rolled her over, the young girl had
figured he wanted to see if she was okay. Had she been sober she would
have known what was going on, probably. Maybe. Instead it wasn't
until he pulled off her shirt that she began to have an idea.

She had purposely remained limp as he did it. In her drunken state she
had decided he didn't want her to catch a cold, going to sleep with a
wet shirt on. But when he began to fondle her breast the drunken girl
didn't know what to think.

He'd pulled off her shorts so quickly that Amy hadn't had time to
process it in her drunken state until he began to finger her. No one,
not a soul, had ever touched her pussy before, other than herself. She
had jerked off a couple boys before, but had always been afraid to let
any of them touch her there. The fact that her father was doing it made
her want to scream at the violation, but instead she'd remained limp
and passive. When his finger began to probe its way inside of her, and
she felt herself grow wet with excitement, she'd felt nothing but
shame and arousal.

She'd almost had an orgasm, just from his fingering her. For years
Amy had fantasized about letting boys touch her like this, but they'd
always been just that: fantasies. Her father's touch had been real.
And she'd known, even while stoned and drunk, that if she let him
know she was awake he would probably hurt her and then leave her,
unfulfilled. So she'd thought: He'll finger me, I'll cum, it'll
be good, and then he'll leave... She was so drunk that this thought
had actually seemed comforting.

But then he'd pulled his finger out of her, just before she would
have climaxed. She'd been disappointed. But then he'd gotten on top
of her. And that's when she'd known, finally, what he'd had in
mind all along. He was going to fuck her. Her own dad was going to take
her virginity. How long had he planned on doing this? He had probably
been planning it for a long time. She'd noticed the looks he'd
given her before, his fake indignation at her more revealing outfits.
But even after the groping and the fingering it wasn't until that
moment that Amy thought her dad would actually do something so drastic
as to actually fuck her.

Now, this morning, the morning after, she wondered why she hadn't let
him know she was really awake. If she had he would probably have left
her alone. Maybe he would have hurt her, but he wouldn't have forced
her into having sex with him. He'd been drunk, too, and something so
simple as showing him she was awake might have stopped his drunken
actions.

But I was drunk, the sad, hung over girl reasoned. I was drunk. He
raped me thinking I was passed out. If I'd been sober I'd have
known to stop him, though. But I was drunk. I was totally wasted. I was
too drunk and afraid to let him know I was awake.

The main reason the hung over girl thought these things was that she
was utterly ashamed. Because while her own dad had fucked her, she had
cum. She'd had an incredible orgasm. She'd thought before that
using her step-mom's dildo was the best sensation in the world. When
her dad had begun to pummel her, however, the girl had been in ecstasy.
She'd fought against it, struggled to control it, but in the end
she'd behaved like an animal. In the end a real live, hard and warm
cock inside her had been too much. Even if it was her dad's, it was a
cock, the first cock to ever be inside her, and she hadn't been able
to prevent herself from cumming.

While she showered she felt like she was going to puke. Her dad had
made her cum. Her dad had fucked her, thinking she was passed out. At
least, the girl figured, he didn't know she'd really been awake. If
he had known, he'd be thinking she was some kind of horny little slut
right now. Thank God he didn't know the truth.

He probably feels like shit about what he did, Amy thought before going
back to sleep again. He probably feels like total shit.

Amy slept the rest of the day. That night she hung out with Shane
again, and this time the 13-year-old girl let the older boy fuck her.
In fact, she practically raped him, straddling him the moment the car
stopped outside his house. In the street, right there, Amy guided his
prick into her sore pussy. She bounced up and down on it a few times
before he came inside her, and it felt good.

She didn't have an orgasm. It didn't feel good in that sense. What
felt good was that she'd fucked someone, she had chosen to do it, and
at least now she could start to pretend that she'd lost her virginity
to a 17-year-old stud and not her 51-year-old father. Shane had
probably thought that she was out of her mind with horniness from the
aggressive way she acted. The truth was she'd acted that way out of a
sense of shame and self-loathing and regret.

They fucked again that night, in his bedroom, with his parents
completely unaware that their son was pummeling a 13-year-old girl in
the next room. Again, Amy didn't cum. But again, it had felt great.
He drove her home after that, and Amy went to sleep, enjoying the
feeling of Shane's cum inside her cunt.

It was Shane who fucked me last night, the girl lied to herself. But it
was hours, late into the early morning, before Amy believed that enough
to drift off to sleep and not awake at the slightest sound.

END OF CHAPTER TWO

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