1. Why I Met Your Mother - Chapter 2


    Date: 6/16/2016, Categories: Fantasy, Oral Sex / Blowjob, Cheating, Cruelty, Teen, Non-consensual sex, Oral Sex / Blowjob, Violence, Teen, Author: MadeToFit, Source: sexstories.com

    The story so far: Phil has fallen out of love with his girlfriend, Sadie, and instead is besotted with her daughter called Kiara. Kiara however has her own boyfriend: Jake. Whilst Sadie was away for the week, Phil was out drinking, and heard some untrue stories about what the teenage couple had been getting up to. In a drunken rage, he came home and raped Kiara in her room. This chapter is set the day after. The morning sun streamed in through Kiara’s bedroom window, illuminating the pillow and disturbing Phil from his drunken slumber. He blinked his eyes open against the harsh light and tried to swallow. He sat up alone in Kiara’s bed, coughing with a dry throat. Totally dazed, he looked around the room, wondering why it was her walls he was looking at. He put his hand to his forehead, then his eyes happened upon the scarlet stains on her sheets. "Oh god..." he croaked hoarsely, remembering exactly how they got there. Some vague memories started to come swimming back: The vulgar stories at the pub, the angry walk home... then... Tears. Torn clothing. Dreadful screams. He could’ve sworn it was all just some sort of dream, yet the stark red stains were right there as evidence. His lips curled upwards slightly, happy at finally having actually fucked his girlfriend’s young daughter. His smile soon faded though as a sharp ache racked his head. He coughed again, harder this time and got up, feeling a little woozy as he exited the room. He was still in just his shirt from ...
    yesterday, and his cock hung flaccid between his legs, still covered in dried blood and cum. "Kiara!" he called out, getting no answer. He wandered lazily down the stairs and entered the living room, finding her cowering under the covers on the couch. She stirred drowsily as she heard her name being called and slowly rubbed her eyes to focus her vision against the daylight. She sat up as he entered, His voice sounding reproachful, like she’d been caught doing something bad. She looked up and saw him, and was about to ask what he wanted when she noticed his lack of clothing. She grew scared at the mere sight of his cock again. She looked away and got to her feet, ignoring him and starting to fold the blanket. She set it back in the cupboard under the window and turned around. "What?" she asked bluntly, her voice just above a whisper. It was still very hoarse from all of her shrieking last night. An icy shiver ran down her spine at the very memory. He stumbled over to the mirror and checked his reflection a little. "You'd better get your sheets cleaned up. your mum will be home later," he said, facing away from her. There was no response so he turned and came over to her, patting her on the shoulder reassuringly and stepping closer. "Hey look. That was great last night. You and me. But not a word to your mum ok?" Her body stiffened at the touch of his hand and she nodded glibly, trying not to listen to him. Her face looked drawn from no sleep, streaked with dry tears. As he turned his ...
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