Angel: Destroyed by Dad : Angel’s ordeal

I don’t think I’ll ever get over the moment of humiliation when my father walked out into the backyard and saw me knotted to the family Rocky, its large shiny prick stuck securely up my ass. It wasn’t my intention to be fucked up the ass by the Rocky at all. The fantasy I’d had in my mind involved the Rocky’s hard prick up in my virgin cunt, not my virgin asshole! But with no one around to assist me and the Rocky, his willing prick found the wrong hole, unluckily for me.

My father was volatile by nature anyway, but after Mom left he started a serious drinking habit and came home raging drunk very often. A lot of nights he’d just sit quietly drunk in the living room with his dick out watching pornos, which was fine. I could handle that. But if he came home angry, and found something that displeased him (like me not putting the dishes away) he would sometimes hold me over his knee and spank me.

Those occasions were always so awful– my face and asscheeks flushing with the assault while he drooled drunk ramblings about me being a bad little girl, his hard prick poking up at my chest as he would wind his arm up again and again to distribute the smacks against my backside. My dad was so much bigger and stronger than me, too– I’m only about 95lbs or so, if that. He wouldn’t stop till my formerly porcelain white asscheeks were completely covered rose pink. Usually I left sobbing as I ran to my bedroom, my ass on fire.

I didn’t have any siblings, nor friends at school. For hours I’d sit alone in my room while Dad sat in the living room, the porn movies turned up as loud as the TV could go– it’s very rural where we live, so no neighbors to worry about. The house would be filled with women’s screams and moans and men grunting like animals as they spermed all over their fuck partners. My only companion was our beloved Golden Retriever, Beefy.

After my dad administered my occasional spankings, I would always seek solace from my warm, friendly, loving canine companion. He was a large, cheerful, golden creature– my best friend. When puberty came around, I eventually turned to the Rocky to quench my sexual urges. My breasts had budded into nice B-cups, my hips becoming more shapely, some gold pubic hair sprouting under my flat abdomen, and I became more aware of the pleasure of the human body.

When Dad wasn’t home, sometimes I’d sneak into the living room to watch his porno movies. He had porno magazines, too, and I would pick them up and check them out occasionally, learning all kinds of fun sex tips, but with no one to enjoy them with. I’d get so turned on looking at all the sexy images– but how to satiate this arousal?

I used my fingers to rub on my pussy, but I tired quickly before it really ever did anything for me. No vibrator, nothing around to penetrate me in the way that I craved. The boys at school were dull and uninterested in girls– they were more interested in drugs or sports (or rarely, a good education). Meanwhile, the sexual urges within me continued to stir.

One night while I was laying naked on my bed on my back reading one of dad’s porno mags, Beefy jumped up in between my legs. At first I thought he was just saying Hi, and I patted him on the head. He panted cheerfully, first licking at my hands and tummy, and then, to my shock, he licked out at my pussy! I shrieked at the coldness of his nose on my pubic mound, my nipples instantly hardening. He must have smelled my arousal, as my vagina had wettened considerably as I was looking at all the kinky sex going on in the magazine.