Depraved Pastime - Kate Pt.1

Pushing an already broken father/daughter relationship to perversion. Part 1. - Learning about and recreating Kate's fucked up past.

There was this Girl I unsuccessfully tried to hook up with for half a year. She was the grand price – 10/10. After dozens of failed dating attempts, I settled for her best friend Kate.

Kate was not a 10, but still very good looking. Cute face, petit body, smooth skin, but a wallflower, especially next to her hotter friend. The lack of social skills und confidence made her an easy pick up.

We started dating. She fell in love with me pretty quick and I was her first Boyfriend since a long time, for her it was serious; for me, she was just a toy – pastime until I find a better one, at least so I thought.

Kate had a rough childhood. Her mother left for drugs and another man; her much older brother also left for similar reasons. Her dad, was a workhorse and not much of a thinker, but friendly and caring in his way. He liked beer, bikes and soccer. He provided food, housing, some money, but nothing in terms of parenting.

I started to enjoy this pastime more than expected. Kate would do anything for me, …especially in bed. We spend all the time we had together, mostly drinking, doing weed, fucking and talking. She told me all about her fucked up life; real deep talk, …then she told me about her dad Harry and why they have this cold relationship.

When her mother left, he began to be weird with Kate. He was touchy and increasingly intrusive, to the point of molesting. One day she came home from a party, and fell asleep wasted on the couch; she woke up with Harry fingering her and jerking off. She pushed him back, started crying and fled to her room. They never really spoke more than necessary since.

Even if this story was sad and traumatizing for her, …it was the weirdly hottest thing anyone ever told me. Maybe it was the taboo or the fact that she entrusted me this very private memory, but I was turned on and kind of in love for her that moment. We had amazing romantic sex that night.

Days had passed, it was late evening, we just had sex and lay naked in bed; when I couldn’t stop thinking about Harry molesting Kate.

“You know what? You should go naked downstairs, grab something to drink and let Harry see you. Tease him, let him suffer.”

I couldn’t believe I just said that. I played it as a Joke, …but I wanted it. I wanted Harry to see his freshly fucked girl. My heart was racing. What was I thinking?

“Haha, I should, but I don’t think I have the guts.” Kate giggled.

It was not a “No”. …in this moment I knew, that if I played it right, she would do it; …so I played it right, and she did go downstairs. I can’t say who of us was more excited when she came back upstairs. I got a raging boner and she was blushed and couldn’t stop giggling and taking about Harrys dumb face when he saw her. I was complementing her for her bravery and she was thankful for me empowering her; we started making out and had sex again.

After that it became some kind of foreplay/routine to mock Harry with little accidents and ambiguous jokes, each time taking it further. It even seemed like Harry started expecting it.

The first time, we definitely crossed a line, was not planned by anyone. Kate and I where on the couch in the living room making out watching a series when Harry came home. He got himself a beer and sat down in the armchair next to us and joined us watching the series. We mocked him again and began fondling underneath our blanked, when it suddenly got all weird and quiet. I had subconsciously brought Kate in the exact same position she told me so detailed about in her story: she on her side, on this couch, with me next to her, my hand in her pants, my finger in her pussy, Harry in the room close by. It was exactly like back then when he molested her. I could feel her body tense up, holding her breath for a moment and I knew she noticed my thought; then I made a very selfish decision and fingerfucked her even harder. She couldn’t do anything about it. Even her body betrayed her: she was wet like never bevor. I intentionally made wet noises with my fingers plopping in and out of her vagina, so her dad would notice. …and he already did. He was also tense and stared into the TV, desperately trying to look normal, his hand already in his pants secretly stroking his dick. We three kept on going like this for a while, everyone trying less and less to hide it, because we all knew what was happening.

When Kate came, I feared she would come to her senses and fight me off or flee the situation, so still under the blacked together, I pulled out my dick and positioned myself behind her spooning. I pulled down her pants further and started fucking her. I was so horny that I came in her after a few pumps.

She pushed herself against me and I held her. I read it as a good sign. I’m not sure if Harry finished, but he had stopped jerking of. I was so glad when Kate sat up, pulled up her pants and informed us that she is tired and goes upstairs. I followed her without a comment. Having got upstairs I immediately started to apologize; explaining that I’m a horny piece of shit and that I wanted her so bad that couldn’t hold it together. I hugged her while she was sobbing quietly.

We freshened up and left for my place and spend the evening talking.