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Awakening Pt. 2
By eastern_rose

My first weekend in my own bed-sit had turned out to be the best weekend of my sixteen years and eight months long life. I had met and made love, eventually, with Tony, we had fantastic sex the morning after we first met and I was in such a good mood that I decided to go to my grandparents for Sunday lunch. I had been there less than five minutes when I had the first, "That skirts too short", normally I would have risen to that instantaneously but I was far to mellow for that to bother me. Even the, "Only a tart would put on a white tee shirt like that with no bra under it", didn’t make me rise. I had mentally shifted myself back to Saturday morning and the way I felt as Tony made me into a woman. The room came back in to view just in time to hear how my mother was my age when she fell pregnant with me, and how she was to blame for dressing so wantonly and that I was dressing exactly the same way. My father had been a prince but because of the way my mother dressed and acted she made him take her. I had heard the prince thing over and over again, in my mind I often wondered if it was Charles or one of his brothers that had sired me. My mellow-'O'-meter had just fallen to ‘E’ and something inside me snapped even thinking about my time with Tony didn’t calm me down. I blurted out that I was just the same as my mother and that I was probably pregnant even as we spoke because I had already lost my virginity without any protection. I could hear my grandmother sobbing as the front door slammed behind my heels. I had never actually heard my grandmother cry before, I had just taken her crap and it had been me that had ended up crying in the past, I felt a lot stronger now though, now that I was a woman not a child.

I arrived back at my bed-sit and noticed there was something in my mailbox, this was unexpected as it was Sunday and the postman didn’t work today. There was a sheet of paper torn from a notebook with a hand written message on it and a business card held against it by a paper clip. The card was from Detective Inspector Bannerman Welford Road Police Station, and there was a direct dial phone number as well, the note was simple: “To the occupier of flat five, could you please ring my telephone number as soon as possible today”. The note had today’s date and the time on it was mid day. I couldn’t afford a telephone and as the police station was closer than the nearest working public phone box I decided not to climb the stairs to my ‘penthouse’ bed-sit but to walk round to the police station. During the walk the name ran through my internal data store, I knew the name Bannerman from way back in my past. I was opening the various draws in my mental filing cabinet as I walked and a face popped into my mind. There was a man holding me when I was a baby, he wasn’t a family member, I had made a connection that he could be my father but he didn’t look regal enough to be a prince. I rebuilt his face pixel by pixel in my mind as I walked along, he was quite dark skinned with a shock of black curly hair, I was mousy blond with blue eyes and very white skin, I dismissed him from my mind as a potential father. And there I was, standing at the door to the police station, my thoughts had managed to take my mind off of worrying about what a police detective inspector would want to talk to me about. I handed the business card to the civilian at the desk and told her I needed to see him.

My bottom hadn’t touched the bench when the door opened, there was a reasonable resemblance to the image I had reconstructed in my mind, his face was a little fatter, there were more wrinkles and less hair, but it did look like him. I was taken into an interview room and told to call the inspector ‘Tony’, a smile broke across my face, I don’t know anything about this man but I’ll bet he wouldn’t measure up to Tony.

I answered a ton of questions, name, age, my age caused Tony to stop in his tracks, he asked me if I was living with my grandparents in Wigston before I got my own flat. “Bed-sit and yes” I said, Tony put down his pen and told me he would have to call my grandfather to come and be with me. I told him that if he did that I would not be talking with him any further. Tony told me he knew my family, I responded that I had seen the picture of him holding me as a child. There was a long silence, as I was under eighteen I had to have a nominated adult with me while I was being interviewed, Tony wanted that adult to be my grandfather as Tony would be more comfortable with that. I told Tony that his comfort wasn’t my problem, in my mind I would have loved my Tony to be the nominated adult. I eventually agreed to a social worker sitting in with me and the interview continued, this time there was another police officer with Tony and the whole thing was tape recorded. Did I know an Anthony Thomas Prince of Avenue Road Leicester, “No!” that stopped Tony in his tracks, he told me that the man had said that he spent Friday night at my flat, “Bed-sit” I said, penny dropping from great heights, “Do you mean Tony from the New Road Inn pub?” I asked, Tony nodded his head, “ the tape cant hear you nodding your head” I told Tony Bannerman. I explained that I had met Tony and that we had returned to my bed-sit for coffee. Tony Bannerman asked me if we had sex during that evening, I told him that we didn’t have sex at all during Friday night. Tony pointed out that he could have me checked out by the police doctor, I asked him what that would prove except that I hadn’t been a virgin for a long time. I found out that Tony had been arrested on Saturday afternoon because someone had reported seeing him with a young girl the night before and that he had eventually told them that he was with me and my address but he didn’t know my name. I asked Tony Bannerman to come for a walk with me round the block, we walked alone and I asked Tony what my friend had done that meant that he could be arrested for just being seen with me. Tony explained that my friend had been in prison for twelve years for rape. I just said “oh!” He had raped eight young girls and made one of them pregnant, and his licence condition was that he had to take drugs for the rest of his life to stop him raping again. I asked if he was violent, and was told that he was all right until he started to have sex and then he was uncontrollable. I asked if he had raped my mother and Tony told me she was the young girl he had made pregnant. I asked why she hadn’t had me terminated after the rape, even in those backward times girls would terminate after a rape. Tony told me that my mother was seven months pregnant before anyone knew she had been raped. “That’s crap!” I told him, my mother knew she had been raped, Tony stopped walking, “Your mother didn’t report him for raping her, it was your grandmother, as soon as she found out your mother was pregnant she called us” “So it wasn’t really rape then!” I said. She was under sixteen so it had to be rape he explained to me, some of the girls were even younger than that.

“Interview resumes at sixteen forty five. for the tape, did you spend the night with Anthony Thomas Prince” the younger officer said to me. “I spent the night with him, I wanted him to have sex with me but he couldn’t get excited enough to get a hard on, we spent the night together in the same bed but he didn’t touch me at all during the night!” the younger officer turned to Tony and said “Well we can’t hold him if she won’t confirm that he had sex with her”. I talked to the social worker while I waited in the entrance of the police station, she warned me that serial rapists were never safe, even with chemical castration he was only safe while he took the medication. I was warned not to attempt to have sex with him again and that I should have our blood tested to prove that we weren’t related before I considered any sort of relationship with him.

Tony walked shame faced out of the custody area, I mouthed “hi” to him without actually saying the word and we walked out of the police station together but about three feet apart. As soon as we were out of sight of the police station we walked closer together and as we turned into my street we held hands. I didn’t ask Tony if he wanted to come up stairs with me to my bed-sit I just pulled him along after me. I made us a coffee and sat on the bed next to him, I told him that the police had told me that he was my father, he held my head in his hands and studied my face closely. He told me that he had thought there was something familiar about me but he had never dreamed that I could be his daughter. I asked him why he had raped my mother and he looked down at his feet, he had spent twelve years of hard time in prison labelled as a paedophile and he had started to believe he was as evil as people made him out to be. He asked me if I felt that he had raped me, I told him that he had made love to me with the same love and passion that I had always imagined a man would. He told me that what we had done together was exactly what he and my mother had done only that my mother had been nine months younger than I was, and those nine months were the difference between rape and love.

I reached up and kissed him, not as a daughter but someone who wanted to be so much more. He told me that as we knew he was my father now that we could not be lovers anymore. I opened the zipper on his trousers and took out his sleeping monster and told him that he didn’t feel like my father, there just wasn’t that history between us. I lovingly stroked his cock and it responded a little to me, I asked him when he had taken his last tablet and he told me that he had missed his morning tablet as he was in the police station over night. I asked him if it would be able to get hard and he said he didn’t know if there had been long enough since the last tablet. I bent my head down and licked the head of his cock, I so wanted to see him grow again, to feel him want me so much that his cock would be hard as steel for me. I opened my mouth wide and let it fall over his cock head, his cock was only an inch in my mouth, the head wasn’t even fully inside my mouth as he started to respond to me. As his cock grew it forced my teeth open wider than was comfortable, his cock lengthened and he placed a hand on the back of my neck. the pressure was gentle at first but he pushed down harder as he grew, his phallus reached my throat and I started to gag a little. He pulled out of my mouth quickly, he told me he would hurt me too much if I carried on like that. I knew he was right, just the few seconds after his cock started to grow it had been uncomfortable and I know that I would have pulled off of his cock if it hadn’t been for him holding me there. I undressed quickly and sat on his lap facing him with my legs either side of his waste, his cock was at the entrance to my vagina and this had placed my breasts level with his mouth. He took a rapidly stiffening nipple in his mouth, placed one hand on each of my shoulders from behind and bit down hard as he pulled me down hard on to his cock. There was no attempt at slowly entering me as he had the first time, he just forced his cock into my body hard. I pulled my breast from his mouth, my nipples were huge and the one from his mouth was smarting. I kissed him tenderly on his lips as I raised my self slowly from his lap. As his cock head reached my labia I felt it open slightly to accommodate the extra size of his cock head, then I fell back with all my weight. I felt his balls hit into my bottom and he winced a little, I lifted slowly again and dropped. We were kissing deeply his tong fighting in my mouth with mine, I increased the tempo slightly, his breathing was getting shallow. I had reached several climaxes in the few minutes that I was riding his cock, I could feel him building up to a climax and I quickly jumped off of his lap. I pushed my mouth over his cock, just as he fired off a huge gush of semen, it was bitter sweet but salty all at the same time. My plan was to hold all of his semen in my mouth and then spit it in the sink but I was obviously naive about the volume of cum he would produce. I was also assuming that I would be in control at this point, his hand was on the back of my head once more and as he fired off his second blast of cum his cock was right at the back of my throat. He injected his semen directly into my throat, I felt it rushing down into my stomach, I couldn’t breath but this was not important to me. He relaxed his grasp slightly and I gasped air into my lungs. I swallowed a little of the cum, filling my mouth, involuntarily and the pressure was back on my head again. He fired off one more jet of semen into my throat and then he let my head go, I didn’t remove my mouth this time but finished swallowing his cum and trying to suck the last of it from his balls using his cock as a straw. When I had the last of it I lifted my head, there was cum dripping down my chin, it was all over his balls and on his thigh too, I cleaned it all off with my mouth and we cuddled for a while. Tony told me to put a bowl at the side of the bed, I didn’t know why but I did it any way. As he cuddled me gently to his chest, lying on my small bed, kissing the top of my head, my stomach felt very queasy. It was like butterflies in there churning around, my stomach started to spasm slightly and Tony moved my head so that it was just over the bowl. He was just in time, I wretched and filled the bowl with what was left of my Sunday lunch and a ton of his cream. Apparently the alkaline of his semen wouldn’t mix well with the acid that digested my food. Tony said that this always happened the first time and the reaction was worse the younger the girl.

I felt much better after a drink of water, Tony was lying on his back, I was half covering his chest, my thigh across his loins. I could feel the heat coming from his cock as it pressed against my inner thigh, I asked him how he met my mother and we talked as it started to get dark. Tony was the postman in Wigston, his route covered my grandparents house, the first time he saw my mother she was twelve, he had to ring the bell as the packet wouldn’t fit through the letterbox. She answered the door wearing only a night dress and as her father signed for the packet she walked up the stairs. She had looked back to make sure that Tony was following her with his eyes and she had flicked her hip so that the flimsy material had lifted to reveal that she has no panties on. Then she had spun round very fast showing Tony her bare pussy as her night dress floated up in the air. From that day onward Tony looked out for my mother as he did his route, our street took him twice as long as any other to deliver to. My mother had perused him for almost three years until one day when she was almost sixteen and my grandparents were out of the house she had invited him in, they had kissed and he had fucked her in exactly the same way that he fucked me that first time. They continued to see each other for almost five months my mother had introduced him to a few of her friends and they often went to his house in the afternoon for sex. My mother had brought younger and younger girls for him to fuck and he found that he could relate to younger people far easier than with his own age. Eventually my grandmother had found out that mum was pregnant and that was when the shit hit the fan so to speak. The police had interviewed almost every girl from the school that my mother went to, not one of them had told the police anything about their activities. Eventually a doctor put forward a list of girls that he had examined and thought that they had been sexually active. Even girls that he hadn’t known at all, he had admitted to all counts that the police had put to him. Mainly because he loved all of those girls so much he didn’t want them to have to go in the dock and tell people what they had done with him or anyone else.

At midnight Tony left to go back to his own flat, my bed felt very empty, we had sex eight times in the six hours he was with me, my vagina was sore and painful but I felt great inside. Each time we had made love he was less violent and aggressive, more loving and tender. I told him to take his tablet as soon as he got home, the police could pick him up at any time and give him a blood test to prove he had the hormone in his blood that would quell his sexual urges. His license would expire in two years time, and unless he did something wrong in the mean time he would be beyond the control of the probation service and parole board. Then he would be able to live a normal life in any part of the country without having to report to a police station every day.

This story was written by eastern_rose@yahoo.com please feel free to e-mail me with any comments good or bad to the above address or eastern_rose2@hotmail.com.