1st Writing: I remember
BlurryFace1999
Registrant
Background: I was basically pimped out by my mom for money and drugs until I was 11. My therapist has been urging me to write about my abuse to get it out. I have been resisting it but finally started. I was made to suck cock before I can remember, this portion of my story is about the first time I was fucked.
I Remember
I was about to turn 4. I remember my mom telling me to do what he wanted me to do. I remember him unzipping his pants and pulling out his thing, his cock and stepping to me as I sat on the old dirty couch. I remember him grabbing my hair on the back of my head with one hand and telling me to open my mouth. I remember him pulling my head forward to his cock he was holding with his other hand aiming it at my mouth. I remember starting to cry. I remember feeling it enter my mouth, feeling it on my tongue and the roof of my mouth. I remember him telling me to suck it like i suck my thumb. I remember feeling the little bumps on the underside of his cock shaft with my tongue. I remember the feeling of this pubic hair on my nose and upper lip. I remember his smell. I remember vomiting while he was thrusting into my throat. I remember him pulling my head off his cock and pulling me up by my hair. I remember him yelling and cussing and pulling down my pajama bottoms and underwear. I remember being shoved face down on to the couch one of his hands pushing my face into the seat cushion hard. I still remember crying. I remember my left leg was hanging off the couch and my toes could touch the floor. I remember his other hand groping my boy butt and spreading my butt cheeks. I remember feeling cool air on my ass hole as he did this. I remember him speaking gruffly in a mean tone but could not understand what he was saying. I remember him spitting on my ass hole and how it felt warm. I remember as he shoved the thumb of the hand groping my boy butt into my butt hole. I remember screaming into the seat cushion of the couch. I remember he kept pushing it hard and deeper and I could feel his thumb nail gouge my insides. I remember he pulled it out and spit more on my butt hole. I remember him letting go of my ass hearing him spit more but not feeling it on my butt hole. I remember feeling his hand back on my ass spreading my butt cheeks again. I remember him climbing up on the couch with his right leg next to my right leg. I remember feeling him pushing something big and hard on my butt hole. I remember knowing what it was. I remember hearing him breath and sigh and grunt. I remember screaming harder into the seat cushion as he shoved it in. I remember I felt like I was being split in two, like I was being ripped in half. I remember screaming and crying into the couch cushion and not being able to catch my breath. I remember feeling the rough texture of the couch cushion on my face. I remember that for a little while I did not hear or feel anything. I remember coming too and feeling the pain as he shoved himself in and out me. I remember being sweaty, not sure if it was my sweat or his or both. I remember pissing on the couch. I remember the smell of my own shit as he fucked harder and faster and panted and grunted more loudly. I remember the last few hard shoves up my ass as he climaxed and emptied his cum inside me. I remember him saying Oh fuck over and over. I remember him getting off of me and off the couch as I just layed there sobbing. I remember hearing him zip up and yell something to my mom as he walked out the door slamming it shut. I remember my mom pulling me up yelling at me calling me a little piece of shit and worthless and only good for one thing. I remember her yelling at me and blaming me for the mess left on the couch, the wetness, the piss, the shit, the blood, the cum and forcing me to look at it. I remember her telling me to get in the tub and her washing me roughly, shoving her washcloth covered finger up my butt hole and twisting it all the time yelling at me and calling me names. I remember seeing the blood run down the drain with the water as she rinsed me with the hand held shower. I remember her slapping me to get me to stop crying before she dried me off. I remember she only put underwear on me and told me to go to bed and not bother her any more. I remember crying myself to sleep. I remember waking up the next morning in so much pain I could hardly move or walk.
I Remember
I was about to turn 4. I remember my mom telling me to do what he wanted me to do. I remember him unzipping his pants and pulling out his thing, his cock and stepping to me as I sat on the old dirty couch. I remember him grabbing my hair on the back of my head with one hand and telling me to open my mouth. I remember him pulling my head forward to his cock he was holding with his other hand aiming it at my mouth. I remember starting to cry. I remember feeling it enter my mouth, feeling it on my tongue and the roof of my mouth. I remember him telling me to suck it like i suck my thumb. I remember feeling the little bumps on the underside of his cock shaft with my tongue. I remember the feeling of this pubic hair on my nose and upper lip. I remember his smell. I remember vomiting while he was thrusting into my throat. I remember him pulling my head off his cock and pulling me up by my hair. I remember him yelling and cussing and pulling down my pajama bottoms and underwear. I remember being shoved face down on to the couch one of his hands pushing my face into the seat cushion hard. I still remember crying. I remember my left leg was hanging off the couch and my toes could touch the floor. I remember his other hand groping my boy butt and spreading my butt cheeks. I remember feeling cool air on my ass hole as he did this. I remember him speaking gruffly in a mean tone but could not understand what he was saying. I remember him spitting on my ass hole and how it felt warm. I remember as he shoved the thumb of the hand groping my boy butt into my butt hole. I remember screaming into the seat cushion of the couch. I remember he kept pushing it hard and deeper and I could feel his thumb nail gouge my insides. I remember he pulled it out and spit more on my butt hole. I remember him letting go of my ass hearing him spit more but not feeling it on my butt hole. I remember feeling his hand back on my ass spreading my butt cheeks again. I remember him climbing up on the couch with his right leg next to my right leg. I remember feeling him pushing something big and hard on my butt hole. I remember knowing what it was. I remember hearing him breath and sigh and grunt. I remember screaming harder into the seat cushion as he shoved it in. I remember I felt like I was being split in two, like I was being ripped in half. I remember screaming and crying into the couch cushion and not being able to catch my breath. I remember feeling the rough texture of the couch cushion on my face. I remember that for a little while I did not hear or feel anything. I remember coming too and feeling the pain as he shoved himself in and out me. I remember being sweaty, not sure if it was my sweat or his or both. I remember pissing on the couch. I remember the smell of my own shit as he fucked harder and faster and panted and grunted more loudly. I remember the last few hard shoves up my ass as he climaxed and emptied his cum inside me. I remember him saying Oh fuck over and over. I remember him getting off of me and off the couch as I just layed there sobbing. I remember hearing him zip up and yell something to my mom as he walked out the door slamming it shut. I remember my mom pulling me up yelling at me calling me a little piece of shit and worthless and only good for one thing. I remember her yelling at me and blaming me for the mess left on the couch, the wetness, the piss, the shit, the blood, the cum and forcing me to look at it. I remember her telling me to get in the tub and her washing me roughly, shoving her washcloth covered finger up my butt hole and twisting it all the time yelling at me and calling me names. I remember seeing the blood run down the drain with the water as she rinsed me with the hand held shower. I remember her slapping me to get me to stop crying before she dried me off. I remember she only put underwear on me and told me to go to bed and not bother her any more. I remember crying myself to sleep. I remember waking up the next morning in so much pain I could hardly move or walk.