Chloe Reardon: Your's For The Taking

My name is Chloe Reardon.

I grew up poor in a small, dusty little town in the South. My biological father left us soon after I was born, and it was just Mama and me until she met and married Franklin Lakewood, a predatory waste of human flesh. I had Frank's character and intentions figured out from the first day Mama brought him home. I was probably about eighteen when Frank moved in with us, and not long after that, he began touching me.

*****

Getting ready for high school one morning, I had just stepped out of the shower when he entered the bathroom and locked the door behind him.

"You know, Chloe, I never noticed what a pretty young woman you are or what a cute little juicy ass and pussy you would have
, I thought," he said.

Coming closer to me, I felt one of his hands go lower, between my legs, and felt it on my puffy, soft pussy. He began rubbing it as he said, "You have a nice little pussy, too." I was confused and could feel the panic rising in my chest.

He backed me against the closed bathroom door.

"Please, Frank, stop," I whimpered as I felt his hand slide between my pussy lips and then up and down my increasingly wet slit. I continued to beg him to stop, but instead of stopping, I felt his finger poke inside me.

I cried out, "Ow! Frank, stop . . . don’t!"

Then, to my horror, he lowered his pants, and his long, fat thing popped out and stood erect, pointing at me. He made me kneel in front of him. It was rock hard and huge and I could feel its warmth close to my face.

"Open your mouth, Chloe," he ordered.

Though I was scared, I did as he said, and as soon as my mouth hesitantly opened, he pushed his cock inside. He began pushing his hips into me, forcing his cock into and out of my mouth.

Frank moaned, "Oh, yeah! You like that, don't you, Chloe? You like Daddy Frank's cock in your throat," as he started pumping harder and faster.

"Hell, I knew when I first saw you this is what you wanted," Frank said with a sickening smirk," as his hand slid down my stomach to my pussy. My body tensed when I felt his fingers pinch my clit even as his cock kept stroking into my mouth and throat. Frank began pumping his cock into my mouth faster and pushing two fingers into my pussy. I felt his fingers slide deeper inside of me until they encountered a barrier, but he pushed against it a few times anyway, which hurt. Then, he started sliding his fingers in and out of my pussy, in rhythm with his cock fucking my mouth, until with a sudden, deep thrust of his hand he tore through my last physical veil of innocence leaving me shaken and yet strangely . . . aroused.

His cock began to jerk in my mouth, and a few seconds later, I felt my mouth being filled with some kind of warm gooey stuff and then the sense of relief when he finally took his cock out of my mouth, and I was able to breathe again.

*****

Afterward, he told me to clean up and to finish getting ready for school. He also told me that from then on, we would become good friends and for me to keep my mouth shut and not share the details of our "friendship" with Momma.

Since then, he began using my mouth . . . putting his cock into my mouth whenever he felt like it, to say nothing of him grabbing my ass or playing with my tits or rubbing my pussy. If Momma weren't home or already in bed at night, he would often make me sit on his lap while he played with my body and listened to Fibber McGee, his favorite program on the radio.

I sometimes felt Momma knew or suspected what was happening but chose to close her eyes, which only emboldened Frank. I felt as if there was nothing, I could do about any of it, so I continued to obediently suck Frank's cock.

*****

Despite continually professing his love for Momma, over time, Frank began using me more explicitly. I hated it when, some mornings I would hear him moving about and eventually coming downstairs and into the kitchen while I made breakfast. Frank would come up behind me and grope my breasts, and if I attempted to struggle against him, he'd caution me that if I weren't a "good girl" and cooperated, he'd tell Mama I'd been coming on to him and see to it that she would throw me out on the street.

"She'd never believe you," I'd protest.

"Well, we'll see. My money says she will believe me . . . she's not going to risk losing this," Frank said as he grabbed and squeezed his cock to emphasize his words. Gauging my reaction, after a long pause Frank, confident that I would obey him, would bend me over the kitchen counter, pull down my underpants, and fuck me hard until he succeeded in busting his nut and filling me with his cum.

I'm not proud of this, but despite my protests and the humiliation of being used in this way, to my shame, I eventually grew to like the feel of him inside me.