BABY GIRL.... BACK in october of 2007 when i was 11 years old my father who rarely was ever in my life growing up decided to take me trick or treating though he was extremely drunk and often annoying with that old grandpa machismo nonsense of acting tough while in the presence of others.the alcohol seems to make men like my father think their superman ready,willing and able to take on the world in hand to hand combat.he was raised in puerto ricos culture of woman belong barefoot and pregnant to serve mens every whim and desire.on my mothers side i'm ecuadorian/american and was raised in the south bronx.my parents are divorced thus i was constantly between homes with weekends and summertime spent at my fathers 1 bedroom apt where i slept on a nice sofa-bed while my father snored his ass off in the nearby bedroom.his abuse of alcohol really angered me but there were rare times he talked gibberish and acted like a total clown to the point where i'd literally laugh while he tried to focus and not stumble half-way across the floor.he was tall and well toned with muscles and had the habit of calling me his baby-girl. that night of halloween i wore a two piece genie costume that pretty much showed my fat perky tits,cameltoe and and round young butt through the flimsy satin fabric.being a lazy 11 year old i often waited for my mother to wash my cloths and dirty panties which would explain why i had no panties underneath my genie pants.truth was i was at that age where i was starting to notice boys especially black negro boys in my neighborhood and school though the feeling wasn't exactly mutual since they were attracted to the older teen girls.back then it was the older men who showed interest like the super don emilio who lived in the basement rent free and was always trying to engage me in conversation when i would go to the back to throw out the garbage.then there was mr. anderson who lived across the hall from us on the fifth floor.the one thing i respect above all else in a persons character is honesty and mr. anderson was bold and often risky when he would follow a simple good morning liliana [not my actual name] with a straight in your face comment like..damn i'm ready to get with you little lady...these were men in their late 40's/50's that were not afraid to sexually flirt with little girls.in general my mother always advised me that all men/boys were perverts of one kind or another thus i learned from the early age of 9 years old to never let any man touch me saxually and report anyone who attempted to or talked sexually to me.the truth is i never said anything because i was somewhat curious though at the time i barely knew proper hygiene much less how to clean a simple set of dishes in the kitchen sink. my father took me to all the nearby stores and homes of people he knew and of course there was a shitload of candy and money in my pumpkin basket by the time we reached his apartment on the 2nd floor not too far from my mothers place.one simple call later and it was decided that i would be spending several days at his home.i was used to these arguments between my parents and kept cloths in both their homes.long story short it wasn't long before i started to feel somewhat uneasy by the way my father often seemed to stare at me as he ordered me to get him another beer from his fridge.quite frankly i'm not gullible nor naive to the point that i couldn't notice the way he'd glance momentarily at my butt as i walked towards the kitchen,bathroom or his room to get something.i pretended to ignore his baby girl this,baby girl that and baby girl whatever because he was drunk and practically sprawled across the sofa-bed with a heinekin bottle pushed up against the crotch of his gym pants. then he began the WHAT game when i sat next to him on the sofa because i would stare at him with annoyance and un-easeness so much so that i began to laugh and respond back with WHAT until we both were laughing nervously.the truth is i was starting to see a man and crazy thoughts of finally seeing what a penis looks like just seemed natural if i just didn't freak out.a young girls curiosity at least in my case back then was not exactly off limits even if he was my father.there in the privacy of his home we made eye contact that spoke louder than words while the question WHAT going back and forth between us kept us from making the first move.though i was only 11 years old he suggested i have a drink which tasted bitter yet i actually managed to drink two hienekins and felt a nice buzz that helped to ease my tension.my father isn't exactly an attractive man but the alcohol seemed to distort his appearance or something like that.i remember the room was spinning when i suddenly fell face-down on the sofa and felt my fathers hand pulling down my genie pants,my eyes felt heavy..sleepy yet i fought to stay awake noticing when he got up and went to his room to get something.upon his return i was not too surprised he was completely naked yet his huge penis made me extremely uneasy and he must have sensed my reaction because he was soon pinning me down on the sofa and using his fingers to lubricate my tight rectum and vagina with vaseline.i'd often used this lubricant when i felt raw or chafed from riding my bicycle and obviously knew it's strange scent and comfort,with my genie pants held firmly around my knees and still weak from the alcohol in my system i was unable dislodge my fathers huge member wedged between my butt. my fathers body felt heavy as he leaned into my back and soon began to thrust slowly until due to his sexual experience he was literally poking the bulbous head of his thick penis at the entrance of my stained anus.the initial penetration aided by the moist lubricant enabled my father to stretch and painfully enter the length and thickness of his 8.1/3 penis if only for a few seconds because despite my shock of such extreme pain my father felt the painful sensation of being locked and gripped within me.i passed out as my father dislodged and nervously hurried to get towels to sustain the blood and clean the liquid feces that flowed from my torn anus.i spent the better art of 8 days recovering unable to walk normally,sit for long periods of time and manage to only defecate bits of feces every few hours.strangely though my father worried yet i found comfort allowing him to massage my butt with lubricants and warm soaked hand towels and took pleasure when he pushed his thick tongue in my vagina.quite truthfully it wasn't all his fault because indirectly i was a willing participant though surely inexperienced in knowing the difference between young boys and actual grown men.the painful sexual experience didn't deter me from my curiosity which later found me seeking out mr. anderson who patiently took my virginity and painfully stretched my vagina with his 9.1/2 inch black penis after several days of carefully trying.it became a constant sexual habit staying with my father several days out of the month and urging him to anally fuck me despite the pain and going to mr.andersons apartment after school.don emilio was too risky because he was a married man.due to my age at the time privacy and secrecy was extremely important,today my father is happily married and mr. anderson moved away back in early 2010.my ex-husband was never able to sexually satisfy me and we divorced in 2012 and today i only date black men that have huge thick anacondas.i don't have any regrets and love my father dearly though not all young girls are capable of these psychological sexual experiences with adult men much less their own fathers..THE END