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First Published: 25-Sep-2002

Awakening
by Rose Eastmann

Story Code: M/f, Incest, Romance, First Time, Daddy-Daughter

I started sex relatively late by today's standards, I was almost seventeen, had just started my first full time job, moved into my own place, only a small bed-sit but it was mine, I was standing on the first step of my own ladder of life. I thought I would be totally happy on my own, I had lived almost all of my life with my ageing grandparents and almost everything they said or did annoyed me. I guess I was just a typical rebellious teenager and now I would be able to do exactly as I wished, when I wished.

I went to the local pub on my first Friday night alone, I easily passed for over eighteen when I dressed up but didn't actually like alcohol so I sat drinking coke and chatting with most of the locals. It's really weird sitting in a room with twenty people intent on getting out of their heads when you are totally sober, I met three guys around my own age and the rest were fifteen to thirty five years older. I quickly realised the guys around my own age were total tossers, they were making out they were interested in me but in truth they were just intent on getting the greatest quantity of alcohol into their bodies in the shortest time. I found myself drawn more to the older guys in the room, they were still heading to get drunk but they were taking their time, chatting more than drinking. The young men wanted me in bed for gratuitous sex the older guys assumed they had no chance and so they wanted to chat and get their jollies that way.

I managed to get out of the pub unmolested when the three younger guys were arguing over the pool table, which two would play and which one was the referee. Part of me was sad that I was going to spend my first Friday night alone and the rest of me was glad that I hadn't let myself get picked up by the three losers. I stopped in the chip shop to get a bag of chips to eat as I walked along and Tony walked into me as I stepped out of the shop. Tony asked me where I lived and I told him that I lived on Clarendon Park Road; he was walking the same way and asked if I would like him to walk with me.

We chatted as we walked and I realised that he was a really funny man, in the pub I had decided that he was a typical mid-life crisis forty five year old loner, but now I was a little confused. At my door I asked him if he would like a coffee or coke, he accepted and we went up to the third floor where I had the rear bed-sit. I put the kettle on and then realised the first draw back to a bed-sit, Tony was sitting on the foot of my bed. I shouldn't have been surprised there was one arm chair and the bed in the room and the chair had most of my clothes on it I decided to be very grown up about it and I sat cross-legged by the head of the bed, this meant that Tony had to turn his head and shoulders to look at me. Then I realised that sitting the way I was, cross-legged was probably a mistake as the short skirt I had on barely covered me when standing up but now it was impossible for Tony not to see my panties. Tony smiled and his eyes were transfixed looking up my skirt, I asked him why he didn't talk to me much in the pub and realised as we chatted that he was shy when in a large group, he wasn't the same in a one to one situation though.

"I like those" he said, nodding his head towards my thighs, "my legs?" I asked, "No! Thongs, that's what I meant", I told him that I didn't have a thong to my name, he laughed at that, "Well they look like thong panties to me" he said, I told him that I wasn't about to prove it one way or the other. Tony asked me if I was a gambling woman, I told him that I wasn't against it or anything. Tony asked me "Why don't we play strip poker, that way if I win I will find out for sure and if I lose you will get to see the best looking man in town naked in your bedroom".

I almost choked on my coke, I thought to myself 'Nothing like being confident' I also thought 'Why not! ', Tony wasn't exactly what I had been thinking of picking up when I left home that evening but at least I wasn't alone on my first Friday night of Freedom.

I found a pack of fifty-two cards and we sat facing each other on the bed, Tony asked me how many items of clothing I had on, I counted in my head. Skirt, panties, bra, camisole and tee shirt, "Five," I said, Tony looked at me and took off his socks, "Now we're starting even," he said.

I lost my first hand, took off my tee shirt, the camisole underneath was peach silk and looked very sexy, I knew it did because Tony told me so. Tony lost the next two rounds and lost his jumper and shirt, I lost my camisole next and Tony went overboard at the sight of my best Gossard wonder bra having no difficulty in keeping my 34'b' breasts in check. Tony lost his vest followed by my skirt, Tony asked me to do a twirl for him so that he could see what I looked like in my bra and panties properly

"No! If you win another hand you can chose weather I lose my bra or have to carry out a forfeit".

Tony lost his trousers and then I lost the next hand, I said, "Ok is it bra or a forfeit?"

Tony said, "I'm torn, I really want to see what you look like in the bra and panties but I really want your bra off too!"

I just gave him an impatient look and he said, "forfeit!"

So I stood on the floor between the bed and the kitchenette and turned slowly on the spot. "If they aren't thongs what are they?"

"They're called Tanga panties" I said

I won the next hand and I didn't really want the game to end there. I was having more fun with Tony than I can ever remember having in my life before, Tony was a constant stream of witty comments and humorous remarks, so I said, "Forfeit, do a twirl for me!"

Tony jumped off the bed and turned slowly for me, he looked so stupid with his spindly, hairy legs poking out from beneath his Dennis the Menace boxers, he didn't look in bad condition, not over muscular but his stomach was flat and he wasn't really overweight. I lost the next hand and I asked if he wanted bra or forfeit, I lost my bra, Tony gave a low whistle, not too big and your nipples are just perfect. My body responded to Tony's comments by inflating my nipples to three times their previous unexcited state, we both recognised that the next hand lost could be the end of the game. We were having so much fun that the time was passing by quite fast, it was already past midnight, "it's late" I said, "is there anyone expecting you home from the pub?"

"No I live all alone" Tony replied.

I lost the next hand and asked "Panties or forfeit?" I was saying to myself over and over again 'Forfeit! '.

"Forfeit" Tony said, I asked what forfeit he wanted me to perform. "A kiss" Tony said. I leaned forward and Tony met me half way, the touch of his lips on mine was electric, I know that I was already really excited but wasn't expecting that sort of feeling from kissing someone old enough to be my father. I made to pull back but Tony caught the back of my head in his huge left hand and pulled me hard against his lips, his tongue was trying to force its way into my mouth. I yielded to his demands and opened my mouth, his tongue probed deep into my oral recesses, I thought he may have been a blind dentist in a former life and was using his tongue to check for cavities. After about fifteen minutes we broke the lip-lock and sat back into our respective places, I had a pair of Queens with a King in my next hand and wondered if it was good enough to beat Tony.

We agreed to both lay down our cards simultaneously I was surprised to see that Tony had two Queens and a King, it was so spooky to me that our final hand was exactly the same. We both took off our final piece of clothing and there we were totally nude together, me sixteen and he forty seven, his body was well tanned, he had a lot of body hair and his 'white bits were really white, almost glowed in the dark, he was flaccid though. I expected him to have been as excited as I was, I reached out and touched his cock, it was about five inches long, almost three inches in circumference and felt heavier than I expected it to feel. I had a preconception that a man's cock would be light and hard as a steel bar, this was neither of those things.

Tony lay me on the bed and was kissing me all over, his mouth exploring my mouth, face, neck and finally breast, my nipple grew even longer as his mouth touched it for the first time, I had never seen it this big and hard before in my life. As he was kissing me Tony was exploring my vagina with his fingers, I had masturbated myself before but nothing I had ever done to myself before prepared me for the feelings I had right now. I had my first climax ever, I thought I had given myself a climax in the past while pleasuring myself with my fingers, but now I realised just what I had missed.

Tony was an expert with his fingers and teased my clitoris out from its hood, under his fingers it grew like a mini cock, another thing that I had never had happen to me before. I thought I was about to die when he repositioned himself and his mouth clamped over my clitoris and he sucked it between his lips, putting a great deal of pressure on it, both from the suction and the pressure of his teeth squeezing down on to it. I was going out of my mind, my climaxes were chaining together, I didn't have time to relax from one when the next took me over the top once again.

I was pushing at Tony's head, trying to stop him torturing me with such indescribable pleasure, then he pushed a finger inside my pussy, even though I was flooding with my love juice he had difficulty in getting his finger inside of me. He turned his hand slightly and pushed hard, his finger suddenly entered me and the rest of his hand hit hard against my labia, I winced and jolted with the pain of his sudden entry. He used his finger in place of his phallus to fuck me, with the added pleasure of my clitoris being taken deep into his mouth and the pressure he was exerting on it made me almost pass out.

Tony took his finger out of my love tunnel and looked at it, he stopped sucking my clit, stopped biting down on it and I started to come down from my climactic peak. His finger was covered in blood, my blood, Tony asked me if I was a virgin and I panted "Yes", still coming down from my exhausting climax chain.

I looked at Tony's cock and it was still soft, I started rubbing his phallus with my hand, the girth of it meant that I couldn't actually close my hand into a fist. I didn't know if I was supposed to use my mouth in the same way that Tony had on me, if he asked me to I would but I didn't feel adventurous enough to take that initiative.

I was expecting his cock to grow and stiffen under my ministrations but it did neither, then without warning he shot a jet of semen, it hit my stomach and thigh, he wasn't even breathing heavy or anything. I continued to rub him and he fired off a further three jets of semen one hit my hairy mound and dribbled into my open and still bleeding vagina. Tony stopped me from rubbing him further, he had finished, he hadn't moved, he hadn't increased his breathing. It wasn't how I expected my first time with a man to turn out but I had probably had the best introduction to sex a girl could wish for, my mind had been totally blown by my multiple climaxes.

Tony spent the night with me, in my three-foot wide bed, at six o'clock in the morning I was woken by an extremely hard cock pressing into my ass. Tony's hand raised my upper leg and he just slid forward slightly, and the head of his massive cock pressed against my still virgin pussy. It felt to me like he was trying to push a baseball bat into me, there was no way that massive thing was ever going to make its way inside of me. I was still a little drowsy because we had only had w few hours' sleep and I was used to sleeping late on the weekend. Tony pushed his hips into my ass as hard as he could without actually pushing me out of the bed and still my virgin flower wouldn't open for him. He seemed to be getting a little desperate he was stabbing his cock against me over and over, harder and harder. He pushed my head forward over the edge of the bed but held my hips back, which altered the angle of his cock to me and I felt his huge cock head start the journey into my body. There was an almost audible pop as my muscle gave way under his onslaught, Tony rested for a few seconds with just the head of his cock inside my pussy, he told me I would have to tell him to stop now if I didn't want him to fuck me because once he started he would be unable to stop himself.

Tony gave a sudden sharp stab forward with his hips, this sent about a half inch of his meat into my body, I cried out with the sudden pain, Tony asked me if I wanted him to stop but I shook my head, this was Tony's cue to push harder. I started panting, short sharps breaths, not because I was climaxing, I was climaxing as well but the panting was in an attempt to take away a little of the pain. Tony stabbed his cock into me with little sharp jerky motions; each thrust drove his cock a fraction of an inch further into my tunnel. Eventually he was fully inside me; nothing on this earth could have conditioned me for this moment, lying on my side with a huge man pole buried in my soul. Tony was just lying perfectly still now, as he breathed in, my body rose slightly, it was like I was a puppet and each movement of the puppeteer made me jerk and twitch. I was just coming down from my first tremendous orgasm of the morning and Tony repeated that I had to tell him now if I wanted him to stop, he was close to the edge and would lose control any moment, I simply whispered "Fuck me!"

Tony drew back his cock slowly, as the head reached my labia, I felt actually felt his cock head open me wider still, then he pushed back in, in one fluid movement deep into my body, that single push gave me a massive jolting orgasm. Tony started a slow rhythmic build up; I was once again chaining one orgasm after the next, without time between each climax to get my breath back. I passed out briefly from the pleasure and the pain and the basic lack of oxygen, when I came too again Tony was pounding in and out of my body mercilessly, I was being tossed about like a rag doll on the end of his cock. Tony changed position without his cock leaving my body, I was pressed hard against my mattress by Tony's weight, he was making a lot of noise, grunting, swearing cursing then he was still, his phallus still buried deep into my body.

Tony was still for a few seconds and then his whole body jerked violently, there was strange feeling deep inside of me, I realised he was shooting his sperm deep into my cavity, his cock was so large that it was effectively plugging any liquid escape route and the only place left for his seed to flow was through my cervix and deep into my womb. There was another jerk and again I could feel my inside opening to the passage of his semen, a third jerk and a slightly less intense feeling of fluid passing and a fourth jerk and no further feeling. Tony was spent, I could feel his raging hard-on receding and when it finally popped out of me I looked down and I was wide open and gaping, then the flood of high pressure sperm came flooding out of me mixed with a little of my blood.

I asked Tony why he didn't want to have sex the night before and this morning so desperate for it, I suggested that it would surely have been better to have had two less violent fucks. Tony explained that because of a mistake he made a long time in the past he was on medication that reduced his sexual urges, and that when he realised that I wanted sex with him he didn't take his tablet the night before and that was why he was able to perform as soon as the medication had worn off.

Tony showed me the bottle of pills and also showed me him taking one, he said that in an hour he would not be able to get hard again. I smiled and said, "Well, we have about an hour's left to have fun!" We fucked three times in the next hour, I had gone from virgin to wanton woman overnight, I arranged to meet Tony the following Friday night I asked him not to take any medication at all on that Friday and we would stop in my bed-sit all weekend and play as much as he wanted. I had to agree to do anything I was told to do while he was off of his medication or I may regret making the offer but that's another story.

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 my 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 recorder can't 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 totally 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 Bannerman 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 waist, 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 tongue 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.

Tony injected his semen directly into my throat, I felt it rushing down into my stomach, I couldn't breathe 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 anyway. 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 grandparent's 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 nightdress 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 pursued 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 meantime 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.

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