Batwoman meets Catwoman Part One
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I was reading a story in the national newspaper, 'Girl forced to have 1800 lover, before she was 18', and my first instinct was, tinged with jealousy.
As a woman you should be horrified, by the thought of such an ordeal, but in truth and reality, girls as young as ten are performing multiple sex acts on men old enough to be their grandfathers, and I am talking about the widespread, it's more normal than people care to accept.
The urge for sex is greater in girls long before boys, in the same age group, and men sense that, because girls that young don't know how to act, hide or cover up their feeling.
These new and very powerful emotions rack our hormonal bodies with wave after wave of sexual urges, getting into cars and walking off with men in parks, is driven with need to know and explore, I know, because I have done it lots of times, and I did it because I wanted sex and the relief it promised my tormented body.
These imbalances come with puberty, in girls, it is considered with the start of her periods, producing eggs to be fertilized, the thought of one so young hungering for sperm, drives a lot if not most men into a sexual frenzy, why do you think girls like Britney Spears, and Miley Cyrus, act in the manner they do, want to bet they are habitual masturbaters, it's the thought of all those men doing it to them that makes them come back and show more, as they sing their love of sex.
But that is going to be their own stories, once their star fades and they crave for the lost adoration they created, as young girls, they will tell us all, of the nights their daddy or uncles, played with them, but I will concentrate on my own experiences.
Girls like us are usually the product of a broken home, where our sexualization begins at an early age, years before our first bleeding, long before we know what is right or wrong regarding matters sexual, their was a case in the papers published two years back in my old school, where girls as young as 12 were giving line-ups in the school playground, blowing off boys and the occasional man passing by.
It's not that p**o man are on the increase, that has always been there since time immortal, it's that we see it easier now, with selfies and phone videos, it's in the open, as girls want to show, like I did.
I lived with dad, as mum left home, when I was eight, and almost overnight I grew up and became the woman of the home, and rummaging through mothers things, found a stash of sex toys, which dad suggested I keep, as I would need them, 'You have your mothers fucking sex drive, you will bankrupt me buying batteries'.
I was eight when he said that, and of course I was clueless as to what he meant, he was an angry man when she just uprooted and walked away, but now, that I know what he said now was stupid, back then it meant nothing.
It was a few years later I started watching porn and became addicted to it, especially with black men and white women, and strangely it was the skin contrast that excited me, I loved the black cock sliding in and out of a white woman's pussy, and the cum shots, I got caught up on all the submissive stuff, and that's when I became sexually aware and started my fantasying, I had what men wanted and started focusing on my breasts, which were still nipples, but my pussy looked like it should so I started to show, because I wanted to sexually temp men into wanting me, and never once did I realize my age was ridiculous, because a lot of men were willing to look, and in turn they started showing me, and I started touching them.
One of my earliest recollections was on the top of a bus, going into town. It was raining heavily and the bus was filling up and I finished up sitting beside a man in a raincoat.
He was pressing hard against me and then I saw him move under his coat, like he had a hole in his pocket and was touching himself.
I kept watching through the glass at his reflection, as it was dark outside I could see better and of course in my perifial vision, as we progressed slowly his movements became more pronounced.
I realized I was drawn to him, I was excited by what he was doing, even more so as I was the architect of him doing it, so I wanted to help him, by being nice to him, and being nice meant I wanted him to see me, so I opened my own coat and showed him my short dress, half way up my thighs.
He was pressing hard against my leg, I could feel the increase in pressure, and I responded by pressing back, he knew he had a winner and undid those buttons on his coat and let me see him and as a reward I never flinched when the back of his hand brushed my naked thigh.
It was like an electric shock and I wanted him to go higher up my leg and touch me, so I pulled my satchel onto my lap, and his hand found my willing cunt under my cotton knickers, my own hand going under his coat and ever so softly touching him into shooting his semen onto my bare legs.
I got home that night and bought batteries for mums old toys, and yes I used them, long before a man's cock was there, even dad knew I was using them, because when I did, the TV fucked up, the noise lines on top of the screen told daddy I was masturbating, and then he told me what he knew.
By then I had the mouth of a cheap whore, and it was weeks before my thirteen birthday.
It was a Saturday morning and I got up and went into the kitchen, to find daddy sitting in his underpants only reading the paper and eating toast with coffee.
I was wearing a long upper mid-thigh t-shirt, and nude underneath, 'Morning daddy', I said in my little girl like voice, which I knew pleased him, after all it was near my birthday.
'Hi sweetie', he replied with a complimentary pat on my bottom, we would kiss full mouth as it was always the way I kissed people, well men to be more exact, because it was the way I copied it from the porn movies I watched, and dads pat on my bottom was always more of a grope, as his finger tips cupped my bum cheek.
Today it felt different, daddy was aware of the changes coming over me, he could smell me, that I am sure, and as if to confirm we both prolonged our customary morning greeting, daddy was touching my anal protuberance, as the cotton of the t-shirt was more like a second skin, and as we kissed his mouth was relaxed and our tongues touched.
We broke of as I looked into his eyes, 'Love you I said', daddy smiled, and I bent in again and kissed him full mouth and he responded, and for the first time ever, his fingers touched my anal protuberance and traced a line onto my cunt and in between my labia, he touched my clitoris and I responded by thrusting my tongue into his mouth.
Something was changing very fast, I wanted it and daddy was responding, so I broke from his mouth with my arms still around his neck and I buried my face into the nape of his neck and kissed him in there, my mouth was inches from his ear, so he could hear the small noises escaping from my throat, and the pant-like urgency in my breathing.
Daddy's fingers were stimulating me to the point of screaming, 'My little girl has become a woman', he said, his hot breath titillating my ear, causing a rush of warm fluid from my pussy, which daddy was rubbing. My knees buckled and I fell towards him, and we kissed again, this time my hand went down the front of his underpants and I took a hand-full of hard cock and started to jerk on it like I did on top of the bus with that stranger, and left leg rose as I slipped onto his lap and eased his cock inside me, and we started fucking, with one orgasm after another coming over me in wave-like fashion, bouncing on daddy's knee, took on a whole new meaning that morning, we were lovers, and we both never batted an eyelid, it just seemed so natural.
This is when life changed for me, daddy's fetishes could be enacted now I was a willing and extremely horny daughter, I was doing the sort of stuff no one could imagine a girl doing and getting off on it, but these are stories for another day, but only if you really want to know, by asking me nicely
Love Mariel
As a woman you should be horrified, by the thought of such an ordeal, but in truth and reality, girls as young as ten are performing multiple sex acts on men old enough to be their grandfathers, and I am talking about the widespread, it's more normal than people care to accept.
The urge for sex is greater in girls long before boys, in the same age group, and men sense that, because girls that young don't know how to act, hide or cover up their feeling.
These new and very powerful emotions rack our hormonal bodies with wave after wave of sexual urges, getting into cars and walking off with men in parks, is driven with need to know and explore, I know, because I have done it lots of times, and I did it because I wanted sex and the relief it promised my tormented body.
These imbalances come with puberty, in girls, it is considered with the start of her periods, producing eggs to be fertilized, the thought of one so young hungering for sperm, drives a lot if not most men into a sexual frenzy, why do you think girls like Britney Spears, and Miley Cyrus, act in the manner they do, want to bet they are habitual masturbaters, it's the thought of all those men doing it to them that makes them come back and show more, as they sing their love of sex.
But that is going to be their own stories, once their star fades and they crave for the lost adoration they created, as young girls, they will tell us all, of the nights their daddy or uncles, played with them, but I will concentrate on my own experiences.
Girls like us are usually the product of a broken home, where our sexualization begins at an early age, years before our first bleeding, long before we know what is right or wrong regarding matters sexual, their was a case in the papers published two years back in my old school, where girls as young as 12 were giving line-ups in the school playground, blowing off boys and the occasional man passing by.
It's not that p**o man are on the increase, that has always been there since time immortal, it's that we see it easier now, with selfies and phone videos, it's in the open, as girls want to show, like I did.
I lived with dad, as mum left home, when I was eight, and almost overnight I grew up and became the woman of the home, and rummaging through mothers things, found a stash of sex toys, which dad suggested I keep, as I would need them, 'You have your mothers fucking sex drive, you will bankrupt me buying batteries'.
I was eight when he said that, and of course I was clueless as to what he meant, he was an angry man when she just uprooted and walked away, but now, that I know what he said now was stupid, back then it meant nothing.
It was a few years later I started watching porn and became addicted to it, especially with black men and white women, and strangely it was the skin contrast that excited me, I loved the black cock sliding in and out of a white woman's pussy, and the cum shots, I got caught up on all the submissive stuff, and that's when I became sexually aware and started my fantasying, I had what men wanted and started focusing on my breasts, which were still nipples, but my pussy looked like it should so I started to show, because I wanted to sexually temp men into wanting me, and never once did I realize my age was ridiculous, because a lot of men were willing to look, and in turn they started showing me, and I started touching them.
One of my earliest recollections was on the top of a bus, going into town. It was raining heavily and the bus was filling up and I finished up sitting beside a man in a raincoat.
He was pressing hard against me and then I saw him move under his coat, like he had a hole in his pocket and was touching himself.
I kept watching through the glass at his reflection, as it was dark outside I could see better and of course in my perifial vision, as we progressed slowly his movements became more pronounced.
I realized I was drawn to him, I was excited by what he was doing, even more so as I was the architect of him doing it, so I wanted to help him, by being nice to him, and being nice meant I wanted him to see me, so I opened my own coat and showed him my short dress, half way up my thighs.
He was pressing hard against my leg, I could feel the increase in pressure, and I responded by pressing back, he knew he had a winner and undid those buttons on his coat and let me see him and as a reward I never flinched when the back of his hand brushed my naked thigh.
It was like an electric shock and I wanted him to go higher up my leg and touch me, so I pulled my satchel onto my lap, and his hand found my willing cunt under my cotton knickers, my own hand going under his coat and ever so softly touching him into shooting his semen onto my bare legs.
I got home that night and bought batteries for mums old toys, and yes I used them, long before a man's cock was there, even dad knew I was using them, because when I did, the TV fucked up, the noise lines on top of the screen told daddy I was masturbating, and then he told me what he knew.
By then I had the mouth of a cheap whore, and it was weeks before my thirteen birthday.
It was a Saturday morning and I got up and went into the kitchen, to find daddy sitting in his underpants only reading the paper and eating toast with coffee.
I was wearing a long upper mid-thigh t-shirt, and nude underneath, 'Morning daddy', I said in my little girl like voice, which I knew pleased him, after all it was near my birthday.
'Hi sweetie', he replied with a complimentary pat on my bottom, we would kiss full mouth as it was always the way I kissed people, well men to be more exact, because it was the way I copied it from the porn movies I watched, and dads pat on my bottom was always more of a grope, as his finger tips cupped my bum cheek.
Today it felt different, daddy was aware of the changes coming over me, he could smell me, that I am sure, and as if to confirm we both prolonged our customary morning greeting, daddy was touching my anal protuberance, as the cotton of the t-shirt was more like a second skin, and as we kissed his mouth was relaxed and our tongues touched.
We broke of as I looked into his eyes, 'Love you I said', daddy smiled, and I bent in again and kissed him full mouth and he responded, and for the first time ever, his fingers touched my anal protuberance and traced a line onto my cunt and in between my labia, he touched my clitoris and I responded by thrusting my tongue into his mouth.
Something was changing very fast, I wanted it and daddy was responding, so I broke from his mouth with my arms still around his neck and I buried my face into the nape of his neck and kissed him in there, my mouth was inches from his ear, so he could hear the small noises escaping from my throat, and the pant-like urgency in my breathing.
Daddy's fingers were stimulating me to the point of screaming, 'My little girl has become a woman', he said, his hot breath titillating my ear, causing a rush of warm fluid from my pussy, which daddy was rubbing. My knees buckled and I fell towards him, and we kissed again, this time my hand went down the front of his underpants and I took a hand-full of hard cock and started to jerk on it like I did on top of the bus with that stranger, and left leg rose as I slipped onto his lap and eased his cock inside me, and we started fucking, with one orgasm after another coming over me in wave-like fashion, bouncing on daddy's knee, took on a whole new meaning that morning, we were lovers, and we both never batted an eyelid, it just seemed so natural.
This is when life changed for me, daddy's fetishes could be enacted now I was a willing and extremely horny daughter, I was doing the sort of stuff no one could imagine a girl doing and getting off on it, but these are stories for another day, but only if you really want to know, by asking me nicely
Love Mariel
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