A Lolileah story This story is for ADULTS ONLY. If you are not an
adult, I would ask that you go back to school so that you
understand what adults only means. Or ask your parents. I’m
sure they would just love to have this conversation with you.
(M+g, FF, Fg, rape, fist, inc, anal, oral, ped, preg, toys, 1st)

The road to hell is paved with good intentions. My mother was
fond of saying that. I don’t know why. Her English never
amounted to much but she would still say it. I’m not sure she
realized what the phrase meant. I was certainly going to learn.

I may only be a single example, but I cannot support the idea
that our sexuality is a mutable thing. You do not wake up one
morning and decide to be gay or straight, lesbian or bisexual. I
believe that sexuality is genetic. When did I first realize my
own? When I was 5 and I fell in love with my best friend Katya.
Some people I’ve met, good people I’m sure, have asked me
whether I felt any sort of guilt about being a lesbian. Why
should I? I was 5 when I discovered I loved girls. What would I
know about adult sexual mores? I just knew that I loved Katya. It
wasn’t sexual at that age. No, but that did not make it less
real.

When I was 10, my family moved from Russia to the New World.
America, the land of opportunity. Anyone can become anything,
isn’t that so? Not like Russia. I missed Mother Russia of
course. It was the only home I knew. But time only moves in one
direction: forward. No rewind, no fast-forward or pause. 60
seconds in a minute, 60 minutes in an hour, 24 hours 365 1/4 days
a year. Only progress, not regress.

When I turned 11, the scariest thing that a girl can think of
happened: I got my first period. I told my father because who
else was going to explain it to me? Mother had left us, stayed
behind in Russia with her lover, Sacha. Some mother, abandoning
her own children. It was worse for me since now would have been
her moment to shine. My father was a little grossed out as any
man would be but he explained it well enough but with one caveat:
I was supposed to mark the start and end of my menstruation on
the calendar so my brothers and he would know when not to fuck
with me. Several months went by like this, enough to realize that
I was fairly regular and consistent and I thought everything was
going great (except when I was “on the rag”e).

One day my dad called a family huddle in the living room. My two
brothers, 15 and 12, were present. Dad began the meeting by
saying:

“Anna, you are a woman now and it is time you learned how to do
womanly things. From this day forward, you and I and your
brothers are going to have a closer relationship with each other.
As the only girl in the family, this was going to come sooner or
later. You have to learn your place in this family.”

He sat down beside me on the couch and put his hands on my
stockinged knees and no matter how much I tried to hold them
together, he was just too powerful. He grabbed my wrists in his
vise-like grip and forced me backwards onto the couch. In that
situation, any girl would know she was about to be raped, but by
their own dad?

My brothers were useless, standing there and watching, not even
lifting a finger to help their little sister and save her
innocent pussy from being torn open. In fact, I think they were
rather turned on, more so when dad exposed my small breasts and
ripped my panties off of me. No longer did anything save my
modesty and only one bit of denim saved his. He stripped those
off along with his underwear and I shrieked. He just kept getting
bigger and bigger, harder and harder. The tip was glistening
already with his precum.

“Please, daddy, don’t do this! I’m your daughter, your
sweet, precious virgin daughter! Don’t shame us both this
way.”

“You should have kept your mouth shut. Maybe I might have even
reconsidered but since you’re a virgin and I’m your father,
in charge of deciding when would be appropriate for you to lose
it, I think now seems like a good time.”

I felt the tip of his penis against me. It was warm and slick and
“OWWWWWW!!!! YOU’RE HURTING ME, DADDY! PLEASE STOP!
PLEASE!” The pain of getting my cherry popped might not have
been so bad if I’d been properly prepared. There was nothing I
could do about that.

The great thing about men is that evolutionarily speaking, they
are simple to get off. All the better to make sure the female’s
eggs get fertilized before he gets eaten or something. It only
took a few minutes (thankfully) of dad pounding my preteen pussy
before he filled my insides with his hot seed. He rolled off the
couch taking me with him, still with his penis lodged inside me.
My two brothers stepped forward and dropped their pants and I
knew things would only get worse.

Pyotr came up behind me and gave my ass a hearty smack before
grabbing each of my ass cheeks and spreading them wide. If being
deflowered vaginally without proper lubrication is painful,
having your brother do the same to your backside is literal
torture. I screamed as my ass burned under his thrusts, feeling
my insides be ripped apart. Dad and Pyotr told me to shut up and
take it like the bitch I was. Of course I didn’t so my brother
Aleksandr shoved his dick as far down my throat as he could. How
could my two brothers, 15 and 12 and my own father rape their
11-year-old sister/daughter? More importantly, why did they all
have to have such thick members?

I didn’t enjoy that night at all. If you think that my brothers
and father gave a damn about my pleasure or anyone but
themselves, that I was somehow lovingly raped, you’ve clearly
never been raped before. If you think that rape is just more
forceful consenting sex, you’d be wrong. When they got done
with me around 6 the next morning, they left me in a heap on the
floor in their cum and my blood, broken, discarded like worthless
subhuman garbage. This wasn’t to be a one-time thing though.
One man’s trash is another man’s treasure they say. Though I
was always discarded at the end of a long, painful night, I was
always rescued from the garbage heap to be reduced, reused and
recycled once again.

A couple months later, I found out I was pregnant with my
father’s baby. After him, my brothers each got me pregnant and
then the cycle continued. Birth after birth, six children in
total until I ran away from home to go to college at 17. Just
following the example left by mother dearest. I just ran away,
had everything all packed and ready for the next step in life.
Why give them one last chance to rape and sodomize me? Besides,
they’d forced their children on me, now it was their turn to
deal with it.

I graduated summa cum laude with a degree in engineering and
began the process of rebuilding myself. I got a nice apartment in
a complex and was pleasantly surprised to find that my next-door
neighbor was Katya, my childhood love, and her 5-year-old
daughter Natalya. She was the spitting image of her mother when I
had fallen in love with her. It was like deja vu all over again.

I would like to say that Katya and I became fast friends again
and that there followed lots of bed time but that would be
dishonest. We were still friends though and I babysat Natalya
often since I worked nights and Katya worked days. To me,
that’s where the story really starts. I’d prefer not to dwell
on my unpleasant past.

Let the reader note that I bore no hatred toward Katya. The next
part of the story might cause you to think otherwise but really
there was no hatred in my actions. Disappointment, sure. Women
hold hurts in their heart and the resulting grudges seemingly
forever.

“Auntie Anna, can we watch a movie? I wanna watch “Frozen”.

“Of course sweetie. I like that one too.”

Pedophilia always seemed like an abominable thing to me in the
past and I never would have even considered stooping to that
level but the way Natalya sat relaxed between my legs, her own
spread unlike how girls are taught to sit in public got me
thinking. She looked like her mother those many years ago. Thank
God she didn’t take after her father. ‘What if?’ I thought.
It doesn’t mean I like all young girls, does it? Maybe just
this one.

I let my hand wander where it wished and I found it had landed on
her upper thigh and she hadn’t complained. In fact she didn’t
say anything until I followed my base desire to touch mini Katya
in her private place.

“Auntie Anna, that place is private! Mommy says I’m not
supposed to let people touch me there.”

“Do you want to know a secret?”

“Of course, Auntie.”

“Sometimes people who love each other do touch each other here.
You look exactly like your mom when I fell in love with her.” I
let that sink in.

“So you love mommy and because I look like her you love me
too?”

“Yes baby girl. I love you.” She smiled at these words and I
knew that she was mine as I slipped my hand inside her pants. My
practiced hands had a little initial difficulty since she was
smaller in every way but soon enough I was whispering sweet
nothings in her ear and she was trying to get as close to my
caresses as physically possible. She was just a little, pretty
thing but her body responded to the same touches in almost the
exact way as I did when I masturbated.

“Wait, stop I’m going to pee! But it feels so good I don’t
really care. Anna, please don’t stop!” She gave out a little
girlish squeal as her hips bucked against my practiced fingers.
“Oooooooh!”

“Precious Natalya, that’s called an orgasm and it’s the
closest to heaven a girl can get and stay on earth. It’s
something people in love like to give each other a lot. There’s
more than one way to give one. Maybe I’ll show you someday.”

“I think I love you now, Auntie Anna.” said she, panting.

“Don’t say it if you don’t mean it. I’m glad you enjoyed
it, of course. I think your mother’s home. This is our little
secret, okay?”

“Okay!” Her enthusiastic reply led me to believe it was more
an attempt to protect the person who made her cum but that
didn’t matter. I lifted her up, gave her a smack on the butt
and sent her across the hallway to her mother.

The next day when she came over, she didn’t want to waste any
time watching a movie. I’d even have shown her porn if she
asked but I wanted her to truly experience sex, not some
contrived version of it. Sure, I was abusing my position of power
but if you saw Natalya, you would understand my feelings.

“Is it okay if I just call you Anna when we’re alone?”

“Of course, baby girl. Auntie Anna is so formal and we both
know we’re past that now.” I winked at her and she giggled.
Encouraged, I led her to my room.

“Are you going to show me some other ways today, Anna?” Oh
yes, was I!

“If you want to baby. I love you very much and you always have
the right to say ‘No’ whenever you want. That’s maybe the
most important thing to learn. Doesn’t mean your partner will
listen but if they don’t, they’re an asshole. Sorry, pardon
my language.”

“You said there’s more than one way to do what we did
yesterday. Show me!” Wow, if she wasn’t 5, I might have
thought she was a little miss bossy-pants!

“Your wish is my command, princess.”

“Call me Elsa.” She lay back on the bed and spread her legs
invitingly. Not today, sweet thing. Different is what you’ll
get as I pulled her pants completely off. She didn’t flinch or
shiver but I’d turned the heat up just for such a time as this.

“Elsa, can I take some pictures? You’re so very pretty when
you’re naked. I just want to have a reminder for always when
you get older.” So now not only did I lust after a 5-year-old,
I wanted to create child pornography? Maybe I really was a
pervert. Maybe all the conservatives who assumed that gays and
lesbians were all pedophiles were right about me.

“Of course but only you get to look at them. It’s our little
secret, ‘kay?”

“Of course, sweetie. Only for us. I’m too selfish to
share.”

I snapped away, close-ups, whole room shots, all different kinds
of positions. What turned me on the most was when she held her
labia open and showed the camera her hymen. I was sure now that I
was going to hell but she was worth it with her short wavy black
hair in ringlets and that sweet smile on her thin pink lips. I
bent to give them a kiss; they were not the only lips of hers I
planned on kissing today.

I spent time kissing every bit of her I could reach and spending
extra time on her flat chest. She might not have breasts like me
yet but the nerves were still there. Oh, I loved her sweet little
body but really it was her prepubescent pussy I was most eager to
taste. I craved her orgasms almost as much as she was beginning
to.

“Oh, Elsa you’re just so beautiful every prince is going to
want to marry you.”

“I love you too, Anna. What if I don’t want to marry a
prince? Can I marry a princess?”

“Of course you can. This is America, not Russia.”

For a lesbian like me, it’s most appreciated when a girl shaves
or waxes her pubes. The great thing about a girl who hasn’t
reached that age is her little peach more closely resembles a
nectarine. Her lips weren’t as fatty as I might have expected
from a girl her age. The opening of her slit was a small oval and
I could see farther back the flesh of her little cherry. It was
such a beautiful shade of pink. I inclined my head toward it and
gave her a soft kiss.

“Eww, isn’t that dirty? I pee from there.”

“You took a bath so it’s not dirty. If it was so disgusting,
boys and girls would never do it to girls and that would be too
sad. Just remember to stay clean though. Wouldn’t want to have
lint in my mouth ;)”

I continued with my kissing of her sweet pussy, beginning to go a
little more French. She squealed when I held her lips open with
my fingers and ran my tongue down her little slit. This was
certainly off to a promising start.

“Did your mom ever tell you what this part of you is called?”

“My privates.”

“Yes but most people don’t call it by that. Most older girls
call it their pussy. I never really liked that name. Some call it
their vagina. That’s the proper name for it. The word I like to
use to describe a little girl’s is “cunny”. It seems cute
and that befits your cuteness.”

“I really like the feeling when you play with or kiss and lick
my cunny, Anna. Do you think Elsa and Anna ever did that in
Frozen?”

“Probably not but they could. Some people like to do it with
their family best. It’s called incest. It’s pretty common but
not always pleasant. Can we talk about something else, please?”

“If you love me and you love my mommy, can we both marry you?
Will you do this with mommy too?”

I gave her clitoris a little kiss but she pushed me away so I
could not eat her anymore as I’d planned. I was hoping it would
distract her, if I’m honest.

“I want an answer. Then you can do more of that. Oh please do,
pretty please!”

“No, the law won’t allow me to marry you both and you’re
not old enough anyway, sorry. Yes I would like to do this with
your mommy too. Is that okay?”

“I guess so, just so long as you still want to do this with me.
Deal?”

“Deal! I love the taste of your little cunny so much.” She
stopped holding me back and I set to work again, kissing,
licking, reveling in the noises she made as she came. “Elsa,
when it feels really good like this, some people like to say
‘I’m cumming!’ because that’s what it’s called when you
do it. The thing you have is an orgasm, the having it is called
cumming. Now you know.” Again I bent to kiss her but she
stopped me.

“Anna, you make me cum so much! I want to make you feel good
too. Can I?”

“Sure, if that’s what you really want.”

“You said people who love each other like to make each other
feel good. I love you and I don’t want to be the only one
feeling good.”

I started taking off my clothes, slowly, seductively, dancing and
gyrating to an unheard tune in my head. I really was such a slut!
And for a 5-year-old no less. I flopped backward onto the bed
once I finished .

Two voices started an argument in my head. We don’t believe in
that whole good angel/bad angel thing but it was close enough.
The one voice was saying, “you should stop her before you
further contribute to the delinquency of a minor” and the other
was saying, “there were plenty of other points of no-return
before this and she plowed right through them. Clearly she wants
it. Natalya might even want it. There’s no going back now.” I
had to admit, the second voice had some valid points. Natalya,
no, Elsa was kissing and suckling away at my nipples and I
wasn’t about to stop her. Best to let this play out. I was too
far in and gone now. Let’s just see where this goes a little
longer.

“Anna…oh, never mind. It’s stupid.”

“You, silly, you! Nothing you ask is stupid. You have to learn
sometime. Why not now?”

“I think when I was a baby I got milk from mommy’s…”

“Tits sweetie, or breasts. Maybe even boobs. There’s so many
names for them.”

“…can I get milk from yours if I suck them right?”

“No, you can only get milk when a girl just had a baby. I
can’t have babies anymore.” Not strictly honest of me but I
didn’t want any more children. I’d had enough of that
nonsense for one lifetime.

“Can mommy? I kind of want a baby brother.”

“No, I can’t make a baby inside your mommy’s tummy. Only
boys can do that and we’d have to find a good one for your
mommy, even if it’s only for long enough to put a baby in
her.”

“Ok then.” She resumed her soft, slow kisses down my chest,
my belly. The closer she got to my pussy, the wetter I got and I
knew I was too far gone now to stop her. She followed the same
motions as I had on her own private area. Kissing, suckling,
nibbling at my holiest of holies. She proved she wasn’t
squeamish about burying her tongue in my wet snatch either.

“Anna, do I taste like that when you do that to me?”

“No, Elsa, you taste a little sweeter. Little girls don’t
make all that wet stuff like big girls do. It’s sort of a
lubricant. Makes it easier to slide things inside. Hey, don’t
suck on my clit so hard! It’s sensitive! Oh, just do whatever
you want to me sweetheart,” said I, already dampening her face
with girl cum. She did her best to swallow it all but I just made
too much. Maybe that’s what it was like for guys in those
movies, so much cum it goes all over her face and she can’t
hold it all in her mouth.

Natalya’s face came to a level with my own and I tasted myself
on her lips. I didn’t taste so bad and it actually turned me on
still further. Once I’d cleaned me off of her, she went back
down to my pussy. I thought she might try to eat me again but I
was mistaken again. 1 finger, 2 fingers, 3 fingers and then her
whole tiny little hand slid easily up inside me. What the hell?
Was she naturally this precocious or had I awoken something
inside of her somehow?

Her nails were short but that didn’t stop mine from scratching
her a little as her hand balled into a fist and she pumped it in
and out inside me, her fist easily stimulating my G-spot with
each thrust.

“Oooh, Elsa! I love it! You’re so good at this. How?”

She beamed at me and shrugged. Maybe I had awoken her inner
lesbian nymphomaniac. My own sweet 5-year-old nymphomaniac. She
pulled her little fist out of my wet pussy with a pop, drying it
on my exposed cleavage and going back to licking and sucking at
them as I came down from my “organic” high. I pulled the
covers over us both, spooning with her and whispering all sorts
of sweet but nasty things in her ear as she drifted off.

We awoke when we heard the doorbell, rapidly washed up and
dressed and one more beautiful day was but a pleasant memory.
I’ll be honest, I’d stopped thinking of Katya when I
masturbated. Now Natalya was the only girl on my mind as I
slipped the fake penis in and out of me, rode it and pretended it
was Natalya’s beautiful little face. Maybe I was a pedophile
after all. At this point, I didn’t care. As long as only we two
knew and we both enjoyed ourselves, nobody was getting rape
raped. I wasn’t such a bad person after all, was I? The road to
hell…

The next day will be burned forever in my memory. May 9th,
Victory Day in the home country. V for victory, V for vagina, V
for virgin?

“Elsa, I want to do something special with you. I want to do
something memorable, tie you to me forever. I want to have sex
with you like a man and a woman for your first time. Some people
call it ‘taking a girl’s virginity’ which is true. I always
preferred the phrase ‘popping her cherry’. You’ve never had
sex before, not this way. Sure, we’ve had lots of lesbian kinds
of sex but not this kind. It hurts sometimes the first time, just
wanting you to know. You don’t have to if you don’t want to,
I told you before. I love you, you know this and I will do
everything I can to make it feel good if you say yes. You know
that as well. Do you want me to be your first?”

“I love you too, Anna. Does it hurt a lot? I want to try it
with you.”

“All girls are different. Some it doesn’t hurt at all, some
it hurts a lot. I hope you’re the first kind.”

We started kissing. She was really quite a good kisser for her
age. I knew there was a special place in hell for girls like me
but damn if I wasn’t going to enjoy the journey. Next our pants
came off so we could play with each other and get warmed up. She
was too young to produce her own vaginal secretions so I would
need to use lube when I popped her cherry; the contraption I had
designed was essentially a double-ended dildo so she was helping
me get ready though.

I went to my dresser drawer and pulled out what I had designed.
I’d made sure not to make it too thick for her. Really it was
fairly average. My end was slightly bigger and the two ends
formed a V shape so we could use the missionary position or maybe
one day doggy-style, but not face away from each other her first
time. There was a small reservoir in my end to which I poured
some warm water then sealed it off. Natalya watched in
fascination as I put my end inside myself, moaning. I smeared a
generous amount of lubricant on her end. No need to make her
suffer any more than need be.

“Lie back, Elsa. The girl is usually on the bottom her first
time.”

Natalya did as instructed and I leaned over and kissed her.
“Now this might be hard after what I’ve told you, but relax.
It will help.”

I aligned the tip of the fake penis with the opening to her
little vagina. With increasing pressure I pushed against her
little hymen until her yelp of pain clued me in that the deed was
finished.

“Sorry, baby. We’ll take a break. You’re a brave girl. The
worst part’s over. It might hurt a little but that will slowly
go away. Then it’s only good feelings.” I pulled out and
wiped her innocence on my white handkerchief to treasure for
always before reentering the tight embrace that I sadly could not
feel. She kissed me softly and I willed the pain away. I put a
pillow under her butt to lift her hips so I could thrust directly
into her G-spot. Who knew if I could even get her off like that
but you can be damn sure I was going to try to make my little
lover feel her best.

“Anna…no, never mind it’s not important. I love you and
I’m glad you were my first. Boys are icky!” She had no idea.
“You can keep going. It doesn’t hurt like before.”

I resumed thrusting into her, my own clitoris smacking against
her due to the design I’d made. She might say it didn’t hurt
but I was taking no chances with her little cunny. I started
quite slowly and didn’t pick up the pace until her cute little
face changed up and she said she was cumming. My thrusts
increased and my clit smacked against hers sending me over the
edge. I knew the contractions inside my pussy were forcing the
warm water out of my end and into her, much as she might feel if
I truly were a man, just much less gross.

“Aaaah, what’s happening? Anna, it feels good when you do
that but…what is it?”

“Oh, my sweet, it’s kind of like what it would feel like if I
was a man, but it’s only water. Not the gross icky, sticky
stuff that comes from guys when they cum. You are right,
they’re sort of gross. I just wanted this to be as real as it
could be sweetie. Don’t worry, I’ll help you clean up
afterwards. Do you want to keep going? I can put more water
in.”

“Of course! Can we do it a different way? I mean, a different
position or something? Oh, and I think I get how it works now.”

“And how is that?”

“Well, when my fist was inside you, your cunny squeezed it when
it felt good, right? I think it does the same thing with this and
pushes the water out inside me.”

“You are just way too smart!” She flashed me her proudest,
most winning smile.

“One last question. It can hold whatever, not just water,
right?”

“Yes.”

“So, if we want to get mommy pregnant but don’t want her to
be with some strange man, couldn’t we put some “baby seeds”
in there and plant them inside her, if we find the right guy?”

“Why didn’t I think of that? I love you so, so, so very much!
You don’t even know how much. You said you wanted to try
something different well get on your hands and knees Elsa. Yes,
just like that. This is called doggy-style because it’s like
how two dogs do it. The other was called missionary and I really
don’t know why.” It didn’t take me very long to refill the
reservoir for round 2 and we got back into it, I whispering sweet
things into her ear while I played with her little clit, she
almost too out of it to do much of anything.

Once again we fell asleep together, joined in a special bond like
no other. I’d had the good sense not to give Katya a key
either. I like my privacy too much and I wished to keep the fact
that Natalya and I were currently joined in flagrante delicto
very much a secret. So what if it wasn’t “real” sex. So
what if there was no P-in-V action. It was just as real an
experience as if I had been a guy. And now, she and I were bound
by a bond that couldn’t be undone, we didn’t want undone.

We woke to the sound of Katya pounding on the door. I helped
Natalya dress quickly as did I, hiding all evidence of our tryst.
She must have been knocking for a little while because she seemed
a bit pissed when I opened the door. She collected her daughter
and went across the hall without a word. What can I say? It had
been a very good and very exhausting day. You can’t blame a
girl for sleeping after all that.

The next evening after Katya came and collected her daughter and
brought her home, she came back across the hall to talk. I made
tea to be hospitable and we sat on the couch facing each other.

“Natalya always seems so happy after she comes over here. She
really likes you. You’re probably the best babysitter I’ve
ever hired.” Well, I was doing it for free and the benefits I
was getting weren’t strictly legal, but it was nice to feel
appreciated. “You and I used to be such friends, confiding our
secrets in each other. Why can’t we be like that now? Are we
just too old for friendships?”

“Dearest Katya, we were friends as you say. Truthfully I
thought of you as more than a friend. Maybe wished would be a
better word. When I fell in love with you when we were 5 years
old, I knew if I told you, you would hate me. I know now that
Russia isn’t all that LGBT-friendly. I couldn’t take the
chance that you wouldn’t feel the same way. So when we moved
here to America, I bottled my love for you inside me. It was the
hardest thing in my life not seeing you. Even if you didn’t
love me, at least being close enough to you was some
consolation.”

“Things continued in that vein for years. I grew up and I
thought I had, with it, outgrown you. As fate would have it, you
moved even closer to me than you ever were in Russia and your
daughter looks just like you when you were 5. She’s a real
cutie-pie. I’ll be honest, in her I saw a second chance with
you, a fresh beginning for me. Don’t worry, I didn’t have to
force her to do anything. She was quite happy to do them
but…I’m sorry about this Katya. Not for what I’ve done to
Natalya but what I’m going to do to you. Sweet dreams!”

I’d put sleeping pills in her tea when I poured her cup.
Horrible, I know. Usually boys do that to us. I’m the man in
this I guess. With friends like me, who needs enemies? With some
difficulty I managed to haul her from the kitchen/dining room to
my bedroom and get her up onto my single bed. I cuffed her wrists
to the bed for inevitably she wouldn’t take things well when
she woke up, especially when she found that I’d also stripped
her completely nude.

Stirring caught my attention as I watched her waking from my
chair. She realized she was nude before she realized she was
bound face-down on the bed. “Anna, what the fuck? Let me go you
sick bitch! What do you want with me?”

“Want with you? I want you to make up for all the years I’ve
pined for you. I want you to see how happy your daughter and I
are together. I don’t know. I want you. I always have and here
you are, mine, and you can’t do anything about it.”

“Let me go! This isn’t funny.”

“Oh, you thought this was a joke. How cute! You remember how
you had a crush on my brother? I don’t remember which but in
the dick department, my brothers and my father were cut from the
same cloth. I should know because when I was 11 they all raped
and sodomized me. Of course you wouldn’t know about that. You
were still living pretty in Russia. But you’re going to feel
what sleeping with my brothers was like now.” I got up and
plucked her panties from off the floor, wadded them into a ball
and shoved them into her mouth before showing her the adult-sized
contraption I had modeled after Pyotr/Aleksandr. I’d never be
so cruel to try and stuff that into my dear, sweet Natalya, but
her mother was a different story.

“MMMPHH, GRRBRRGGLLL” Katya said through her gag as I sat on
the bed and readied myself between her legs. “MMRRFFGLARPGH!”

“Shh, I know. It’s big and you don’t want me to stick that
in your vagina. Is that right?” She nodded vigorously. “Oh,
don’t worry sweetie. I’m not going to rape you. I wouldn’t
dream of it.” She relaxed noticeably. “I’m going to
sodomize you.” I pressed the dildo against the entrance to her
ass and slowly and inexorably buried the length of it inside
Katya. She let out an agonized wordless scream through her gag.

“I know. Feels great doesn’t it? Now just imagine one of
those not only in your ass but in your throat and vagina too.
Then you’d feel something a little like what I felt years
ago.” I thrust mercilessly inside her, not giving a damn
whether she protested or not. My family certainly hadn’t. Was
it fair I was doing this to the love of my life? No. Was it fair
that my family gang-raped me when I was 11? No. Connecting the
two wasn’t fair either but neither is life.

I reached around to play with her. I don’t know why but it
always turned me on to do so. My clit got even bigger, smacking
against her cute, round ass. My other hand was using her breast
as leverage as I whispered all kinds of filthy talk into her ear.
On the final stroke, I sucked hard at her neck as I gave her an
involuntary enema.

“Wow, just wow! You’re even better than I ever dreamed.”
Not as great as her daughter, I’ll be honest, and so I told
her.

“MMFFHHH, NNNNGGH!”

“You’re welcome for the compliment. Yes, I do think I’ll
let you see me in action with your daughter. You two are smart
and beautiful. Hardly seems fair.” I pulled the toy from inside
us both, donned my bathrobe and fished her apartment keys out of
her jeans. Fifteen minutes later or so, Natalya was bent over
double, almost kissing her mother while I fucked her brains out,
much to her delight and her mother’s dismay. It was an even
better orgasm than what I had just experienced with Katya.

We finished up our little display of affection, I cleaned her up
as usual and released Katya from her shackles. She hurriedly
pulled on her clothes and half-dragged her daughter out of my
apartment. I’ll never forget the look of longing Natalya sent
back my direction. I knew she would have liked to experience
more, even if mommy watched. God blessed girls with multiple
orgasms and fast reload times, unlike guys. I even stopped
Natalya from fisting her mother…for now. Today mommy was
getting punished. Oh, how it would have turned me on though!

We seem to have reached the end of the story. Did I ever get the
girl(s)? I don’t know. That is still unwritten. Katya always
looks down or away when we see each other in the halls. Did I get
to continue babysitting my little precious? Sadly no, but we had
more than one tryst behind her mother’s back. No, it’s not
the happiest of endings but that rarely comes in life. I’m just
hoping, fingers-crossed, that I can try Natalya’s brilliant
suggestion one day, that Katya might marry me and I can have lots
of fun with her daughter too. While I breathe, I hope.

Lots of love,
Anna Ivanova