When I was 11, my dad and his friends gang raped me for hours. I’m 40 now and have got over it, but kind of still crave multiple cocks.
I’m 40 now and I’ve got over it, my story is I was gang raped when I was 11.
I lived with my dad and he was very strict, he made me do all the cooking and cleaning around the house, the house had to be spotless every day or he’d beat me when he came home from work.
One day he had his work friends over to watch the football, as usual I had to make them all food and fetch their drinks and clean up after them, if they dropped a potato chip on the floor I had to clean it up there and then.
But that day I snapped, somehow finding the courage to finally stand up to my dad, I shouted at him, told him exactly how I felt and what I thought of him, swearing and everything, I very quickly regretted doing it, especially in front of all his friends.
He threw his beer can on the floor, got to his feet and gave me such a hard slap I fell over, then he started shouting at me and bad mouthing my mom.
“Do you ever speak to me like that again you little bitch.” He shouted.
“I hate you.” I sniffled, crying from the throbbing pain of my bruised cheek.
“I fucking hate you, I wish you were never born. Look at the state of you, you’re pathetic. Fat and ugly, just like your mother. You’re worthless. Not good for anything.” He said.
I wasn’t ugly, and I wasn’t fat, I was a little chubby but I wouldn’t say I was fat, it’s all the comfort eating I did because I hated my life, “Fuck you, dad.” I snapped.
He got angry and reached down, grabbed me shirt to lift me to my feet, but my shirt tore, so he grabbed me by my hair instead and pulled me to my feet, “What did I say about speaking to me like that. Fuck me, yeah – YEAH! – “ he shouted.
Then he looked at my small boob that was sticking out from my torn shirt, “…Maybe I was wrong, maybe there is something you’re good for…” he said, then he dragged me by my hair up the stairs, “…Come on lads.” He called to his mates.
He took me in to his bedroom, grabbed the bed sheets and pulled them off his bed on to the floor, then he threw me on to the bed, “Dad, what are you doing?” I asked, I was really scared.
“What I should have done a long time ago.” He replied, taking his pants off, as I rolled over and tried to crawl across the bed to get away from him, he grabbed my feet and stopped me, then he sat on my legs and tore my clothes to shreds as he ripped them off of me.
“Trevor, what are you doing?” asked one of his friends, they were all in the room standing and watching.
“You remember her mother, don’t you, lads? – We’ve all had her – biggest whore in the county – lets see if her daughter inherited any of her whore ways.” He said.
To my horror, none of them helped me, they chugged back their beers, threw their empty crushed cans on the floor, then came over and helped my dad to hold me down on the bed, two were holding my arms down, the other two both held a leg and pulled them apart making it look like I was doing the splits.
“Look at that pussy, lads.” Said my dad, giving my pussy a couple of hard slaps with his hand, “That’s a plump pussy in’it.” He said.
“Dad – Please.” I cried.
He laughed at me, “Listen to that, lads, you heard her, she’d begging for it already – remind you of her mother doesn’t it. – Ha ha.” He laughed.
“No – Dad!” I cried.
“Shut up!” he growled, then he took his piss soaked, shit stained, manky boxer shorts and pushed them in to my mouth to shut me up.
I was being held down with my arms and legs stretched out, fully immobilised, then I watched my dad holding his erect cock and he slid the tip up and down the crack of my pussy, flicking my clitoris with it, I tried to ignore the sensations I was feeling, but I couldn’t stop my pussy from getting wet, it gave him the lubrication he needed.
He leaned over me, placing his hands on the bed, breathing his smelly beer breath in my face, then he thrust his cock up my pussy on his first try, I felt my hymen tear open and his long thick adult cock penetrating my tiny preteen pussy, he instantly started to pound me hard, he was groaning like a wild animal as he forced the entire length of his cock up my pussy, tearing my insides apart.
“Oh yeah – you are good for something. This is good pussy, lads.” He said, sounding proud of himself for raping me.
“Go on Trev.” Cheered his friends, encouraging him.
His friends started groping my breasts and rubbing their disgusting hands all over my naked body, one even leaned down and bit my nipples really hard, so hard it started to bleed a little.
Dad suddenly stopped pounding me fast and he slowed down, he groaned out a few times, “Oah – Oah!”, I could feel his warm spunk inside me, he pulled his cock out and shot off a little more spunk along the crack of my pussy.
“Fucking hell, lads, that was good. Who’s next?” he said, climbing off the bed to let one of his friends have a go.
One of them got in position, leaned over me, because my dad had opened me up and my hole hadn’t had time to close fully, he managed to slip his cock in to my pussy very easily and then he fucked me just as hard as dad.
By the time another of his friends started to fuck me, my entire body was numb, I couldn’t feel anything anymore, I felt no pain, and no pleasure, nothing, my mind left the room leaving my body behind for them to abuse over and over again for the next 4 hours.
When they’d finally had enough, they just left me on the bed, bruised, bleeding, crying and in absolute agony.
I found and went to live with my mom after that and never saw my dad again, it took me years to get over what he and his friends did to me, but I did get over it, I met a boy and we got married and had children.
That was a very traumatic time in my life, but I will now confess that I sometimes still crave taking multiple cocks, a small part of me actually enjoyed being gang raped and I’m going to talk to my husband and see if he is willing to have a threesome or a foursome one day.