Kim's Tale

by Eva42

   

I don't remember my mother. She left father and I when I was very little. I guess you could say that I had a 'troubled' childhood. I was small, with delicate features. The other boys pushed me around and I had few friends. My father was very strict and uncommunicative. He was also an alcoholic and would drink by himself most evenings and weekends. The only attention he ever payed to me was to make sure I had performed all of the household chores to his satisfaction - and I was punished severely if I hadn't.

This was how we lived, until my fourteenth birthday. Then, my life changed.

I awoke that summer morning with a waning anticipation that it would be a day of celebration for me. Rubbing my eyes, I walked out into the kitchen and I saw it. There, on the table, was a large, brightly wrapped package with a card that said 'Happy Birthday, Kim'. I was very excited and wanted to open it, but my father told me that I had to wait until that evening. I thought about nothing else for the rest of the day and wondered what my present could possibly be. That night my father, who was a little drunk, said, 'OK Kim, it's time to open your present'. With quick happiness I tore off the wrappings and opened the large box.

I couldn't believe what I saw.

Inside, neatly packaged, were ladies lingerie items in soft pastel colors.

There were high heeled shoes, a dress, a wig and a complete compliment of make-up and perfume. I looked at my father in disbelief, trying to find a purpose in this unexpected gift. Slurring his words, my father said 'I want to see what you look like in this stuff, go put it on....and be quick about it!'. Crying, I took the box back to my room and did as he had asked me to. After getting into the garterbelt, stockings and filling the bra with the silicone breast forms, I slid the summer dress over my head and zipped the back up until it fitted my waist snugly. My nyloned feet fit quite nicely into the three inch heels as I smoothed my dress so as to sit and apply the make-up and comb out the long brown wig.

When I felt presentable, I returned to the kitchen and presented myself to my father. He set his beer down as I approached and, with a pleased look on his face, he put his arm around my waist and held me tight. Gripping my waist with his hands, he turned me away from him and bent me forward. I struggled helplessly and could only lean on the countertop as he lowered my panties. Ignoring my protests, I heard the sound of his opening zipper and a cool, wet substance being applied to my bottom. I could only try to balance myself against the countertop as he mounted me. He then entered me with his enormous penis, causing me to gasp and almost feint from the pain of it. I bit my lip and tried not to scream as the pain gradually subsided and I rocked back and forth as he rhythmically fucked me. Suddenly his grip intensified and he began to groan. Pulling me back against him I then felt the first of several thick, hot jets of cum enter my bottom again and again until he had emptied himself. He then let go of me and I collapsed against the counter while trying to pull up my panties and to smooth my dress back down. I was in shock. I couldn't even think because of what had just happened. Then, and I will never forget this, I burst into tears and stood at the counter sobbing. It was because I was feeling his ejaculate dripping from my bottom, down my thigh and bleeding into one of my stocking welts. I thought it was blood. I thought I had been torn open and was bleeding. It was then that my father again put his arm around my waist and, reeking of beer said to me, 'there, there honey, all 'girls' cry their first time. Then he laughed and told me to get used to it because this was the way it was going to be from now on.

And that's the way it is here now.....I'm nineteen years old.

  

  

  

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