The Sexual Misadventures of Lilly
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
13,277
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Flashbacks
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Chapter 5- Flashbacks
The first thing I can remember is sitting on my uncles lap. He used to pull me up onto his knees and stroke my hair and tell me how pretty I was. I was glad for the attention. He was the only one who seemed to know I existed. Soon however the innocent affection became something more. I will never forget the first time it happened.
My uncle was holding me tighter than usual. It felt weird. I didn’t like it, but I didn’t want to make him mad so I just sat there quietly. I was only 4 years old and I didn’t really know that what was happening was wrong. I remember his hand rubbing my thigh. Then before I knew what was happening, his hand went under my dress and inside my panties. I sat there frozen in fear as he touched me. He leaned back in the chair and his breathing became ragged. After a while he pulled his hand away and lifted me up. He carried me to my bedroom and put me down on the bed.
He asked me to take off my clothes. I didn’t want to. I was scared. But I did what he asked. I sat down on the bed after taking off my dress and panties and stared at the floor. I was then instructed to lie down with my legs hanging off the bed. I did. I watched my uncle kneel in front of me and then his hands began touching me again. I squeezed my eyes shut and prayed that it was a nightmare.
That was all that happened the first time. He just touched me for a long time and then he got up and left.
When I finished telling this to Carrie, I was crying. She wrapped her arms around me and whispered into my ear. “It’s ok. No one is ever going to hurt you again.” She said I didn’t have to tell her anything more, but I needed to. I needed to let it out. So I told her about the first time I was raped.
I was 7. I had been molested almost every day since I was 4. Not by just the one uncle anymore. Another uncle had joined in. One day when they were both in my room with me, something changed. Just touching and licking me wasn’t enough for them anymore.
The first uncle….Uncle B, forced me to touch him for the first time. He showed me how to do it. My little hand couldn’t reach all the way around his fully erect cock, so he showed me how to stroke him with both hands.
The second uncle….Uncle S, got beside me on the bed and watched me stroke his brother for a while. Then he turned my head to face him and shoved his cock into my mouth. I tried to pull away. I felt like vomiting. He wouldn’t allow that. He grabbed my hair and forced his cock in and out of my mouth.
Soon both of them were cumming. Uncle B into my hands and on my flat little chest and Uncle S into my mouth. With Uncle S forcing his cock into my mouth and holding on to my head I had no choice but swallow his cum. It was disgusting. I felt sick. When he finally pulled out of my mouth and let go of me, I vomited. They both laughed at that.
Both of them stood there looking at me for a while and whispering back and forth. I knew that couldn’t be a good thing. Uncle S left the room for a minute and came back with a bottle of lotion. Then they began to argue about who was going to go first. Finally they decided that Uncle S was going to go first since his brother had molested me for over a year before he got to join in.
Uncle B sat on the bed and leaned back onto the headboard. He pulled my onto his lap so that I was half sitting, half laying. He wrapped his arms around me and held my legs apart. I didn’t like that at all. I knew something really bad was about to happen. I couldn’t move. He was holding me too tight.
Uncle S squirted some lotion on my little pussy and rubbed some on his cock which was once again hard. Then he roughly pushed two fingers into my virgin pussy. I screamed in pain. He pulled his fingers out and got a sock from my dresser and shoved it into my mouth.en hen he began again. Shoving two fingers and then three into my pussy. It hurt like hell. I cried. Before long he seemed satisfied that he had stretched me enough. He pushed his cock into my tiny opening. I thrashed on the bed trying frantically to get free, but I was trapped. I gave up and just shut my eyes and cried as he fucked me.
When Uncle S finished he switched places with Uncle B and held me down. Uncle B then raped me as well. He was less gentle than Uncle S, if that was even possible. I didn’t try to fight this time. I just gritted my teeth against the pain and quietly accepted my torture. When at last it was over, they let me go. I was told to take a bath. I noticed that I was bleeding. I freaked out. They laughed at me and told me that was normal.
Carrie listened to my story without speaking. She didn’t utter a word when I had finished either. I looked up at her and found her crying. She pulled me into her arms again. I let my tears stream down my face once again as she tried to comfort me through her own tears. “My sweet little baby. How could they do that to you? God, I’m so sorry that happened.” That was the first time anyone who knew about the abuse had ever said they were sorry it had happened. Carrie gave me something no one else had been able to, compassion. I loved her more that day than ever before.
Carrie didn’t want to hear anymore but I knew I had to tell her one more story to make her understand me. She had to know how the abuse ended. She had to know that I wasn’t a weak little victim anymore.
I had been trying to find a way to make my uncles stop raping me ever since the first time it happened. First I told my mother, which was a big mistake. She called me a slut and said I’d better keep my mouth shut. When I realized I was on my own, I didn’t have a fucking clue how to stop them.
When I was 12 I finally came up with a plan. It was a little nuts and I wasn’t quite sure if I could actually go through with it, but I had to try.
I found my father’s handgun in a box in our attic. He’d left it behind when he left. There weren’t any bullets, but I didn’t need any for my plan. I didn’t want to kill my uncles (well I did, but I knew I couldn’t) I just wanted them to leave me alone.
I hid the gun in my room and waited for the perfect moment to put my plan into action. Both of my uncles came into my room one day as usual. They expected a good fuck. I had gotten used to the abuse by that time. I had learned to please them while my mind was a million miles away. This day however, they were in for a surprise.
I smiled to myself as they undressed and sat down on my bed. They made lewd comments to me as I stood there. Instead of undressing as I normally would have done, I pulled the gun out of it’s hiding place and aimed it at them. They were scared to death. I couldn’t help laughing. What a sight they were; two grown men, naked and crying like babies, pleading with me not to kill them. I calmly stood there, gun pointed in their direction and told them that if they ever came near me again, I’d kill them both. When I lowered the gun they ran from my room without even picking up their clothes. I was finally free.
Carrie was shocked. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was hanging open. When she finally spoke I was surprised at what she said. “How did you ever find the courage to do that?” I didn’t know how to answer. To me it was a matter of survival. If I hadn’t stopped them I’d have killed myself. Of course I didn’t tell Carrie that. She had heard enough of my secrets for one day.
Chapter 5- Flashbacks
The first thing I can remember is sitting on my uncles lap. He used to pull me up onto his knees and stroke my hair and tell me how pretty I was. I was glad for the attention. He was the only one who seemed to know I existed. Soon however the innocent affection became something more. I will never forget the first time it happened.
My uncle was holding me tighter than usual. It felt weird. I didn’t like it, but I didn’t want to make him mad so I just sat there quietly. I was only 4 years old and I didn’t really know that what was happening was wrong. I remember his hand rubbing my thigh. Then before I knew what was happening, his hand went under my dress and inside my panties. I sat there frozen in fear as he touched me. He leaned back in the chair and his breathing became ragged. After a while he pulled his hand away and lifted me up. He carried me to my bedroom and put me down on the bed.
He asked me to take off my clothes. I didn’t want to. I was scared. But I did what he asked. I sat down on the bed after taking off my dress and panties and stared at the floor. I was then instructed to lie down with my legs hanging off the bed. I did. I watched my uncle kneel in front of me and then his hands began touching me again. I squeezed my eyes shut and prayed that it was a nightmare.
That was all that happened the first time. He just touched me for a long time and then he got up and left.
When I finished telling this to Carrie, I was crying. She wrapped her arms around me and whispered into my ear. “It’s ok. No one is ever going to hurt you again.” She said I didn’t have to tell her anything more, but I needed to. I needed to let it out. So I told her about the first time I was raped.
I was 7. I had been molested almost every day since I was 4. Not by just the one uncle anymore. Another uncle had joined in. One day when they were both in my room with me, something changed. Just touching and licking me wasn’t enough for them anymore.
The first uncle….Uncle B, forced me to touch him for the first time. He showed me how to do it. My little hand couldn’t reach all the way around his fully erect cock, so he showed me how to stroke him with both hands.
The second uncle….Uncle S, got beside me on the bed and watched me stroke his brother for a while. Then he turned my head to face him and shoved his cock into my mouth. I tried to pull away. I felt like vomiting. He wouldn’t allow that. He grabbed my hair and forced his cock in and out of my mouth.
Soon both of them were cumming. Uncle B into my hands and on my flat little chest and Uncle S into my mouth. With Uncle S forcing his cock into my mouth and holding on to my head I had no choice but swallow his cum. It was disgusting. I felt sick. When he finally pulled out of my mouth and let go of me, I vomited. They both laughed at that.
Both of them stood there looking at me for a while and whispering back and forth. I knew that couldn’t be a good thing. Uncle S left the room for a minute and came back with a bottle of lotion. Then they began to argue about who was going to go first. Finally they decided that Uncle S was going to go first since his brother had molested me for over a year before he got to join in.
Uncle B sat on the bed and leaned back onto the headboard. He pulled my onto his lap so that I was half sitting, half laying. He wrapped his arms around me and held my legs apart. I didn’t like that at all. I knew something really bad was about to happen. I couldn’t move. He was holding me too tight.
Uncle S squirted some lotion on my little pussy and rubbed some on his cock which was once again hard. Then he roughly pushed two fingers into my virgin pussy. I screamed in pain. He pulled his fingers out and got a sock from my dresser and shoved it into my mouth.en hen he began again. Shoving two fingers and then three into my pussy. It hurt like hell. I cried. Before long he seemed satisfied that he had stretched me enough. He pushed his cock into my tiny opening. I thrashed on the bed trying frantically to get free, but I was trapped. I gave up and just shut my eyes and cried as he fucked me.
When Uncle S finished he switched places with Uncle B and held me down. Uncle B then raped me as well. He was less gentle than Uncle S, if that was even possible. I didn’t try to fight this time. I just gritted my teeth against the pain and quietly accepted my torture. When at last it was over, they let me go. I was told to take a bath. I noticed that I was bleeding. I freaked out. They laughed at me and told me that was normal.
Carrie listened to my story without speaking. She didn’t utter a word when I had finished either. I looked up at her and found her crying. She pulled me into her arms again. I let my tears stream down my face once again as she tried to comfort me through her own tears. “My sweet little baby. How could they do that to you? God, I’m so sorry that happened.” That was the first time anyone who knew about the abuse had ever said they were sorry it had happened. Carrie gave me something no one else had been able to, compassion. I loved her more that day than ever before.
Carrie didn’t want to hear anymore but I knew I had to tell her one more story to make her understand me. She had to know how the abuse ended. She had to know that I wasn’t a weak little victim anymore.
I had been trying to find a way to make my uncles stop raping me ever since the first time it happened. First I told my mother, which was a big mistake. She called me a slut and said I’d better keep my mouth shut. When I realized I was on my own, I didn’t have a fucking clue how to stop them.
When I was 12 I finally came up with a plan. It was a little nuts and I wasn’t quite sure if I could actually go through with it, but I had to try.
I found my father’s handgun in a box in our attic. He’d left it behind when he left. There weren’t any bullets, but I didn’t need any for my plan. I didn’t want to kill my uncles (well I did, but I knew I couldn’t) I just wanted them to leave me alone.
I hid the gun in my room and waited for the perfect moment to put my plan into action. Both of my uncles came into my room one day as usual. They expected a good fuck. I had gotten used to the abuse by that time. I had learned to please them while my mind was a million miles away. This day however, they were in for a surprise.
I smiled to myself as they undressed and sat down on my bed. They made lewd comments to me as I stood there. Instead of undressing as I normally would have done, I pulled the gun out of it’s hiding place and aimed it at them. They were scared to death. I couldn’t help laughing. What a sight they were; two grown men, naked and crying like babies, pleading with me not to kill them. I calmly stood there, gun pointed in their direction and told them that if they ever came near me again, I’d kill them both. When I lowered the gun they ran from my room without even picking up their clothes. I was finally free.
Carrie was shocked. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was hanging open. When she finally spoke I was surprised at what she said. “How did you ever find the courage to do that?” I didn’t know how to answer. To me it was a matter of survival. If I hadn’t stopped them I’d have killed myself. Of course I didn’t tell Carrie that. She had heard enough of my secrets for one day.