Man Hater - a short story by L Brady the brave

I remember the exact moment I stopped trusting men. I was ten years old and had just skipped home from school. Happy, I came into the house, grabbed an orange soda and went and sat in front of the television. My step father, Davis, came into the room, smiled and kissed me on my cheek. “Hey baby girl, how was school today/” “Fine...” I replied, and took a sip from my soda and looked up at him and smiled. I studied his aging face, and was glad my mother and I had Davis in our lives, unlike my biological father, Reggie. Reggie hadn’t seen me since I was 3, and that was only because my mother had him to come to court and sign away his parental rights, and he was all too eager to sign. “No need for me to take care of someone else when I can’t take care of my own fuckin self!” was his last words, as he looked down at me, his only daughter out of 5 kids. I smiled because all I knew was my daddy was standing in front of me. I didn’t fully understand that my father was a dead beat. When he walked out of the courtroom, I didn’t see Reggie again until I was 5 and was with his mother at the park and we saw him. His mother called out to him, but he didn’t reply because he was either high or drunk, so I don’t even think he saw me. Two years later, mama met Davis. “Baby girl, come sit on daddy’s lap!” Davis said and tapped his left hand on his right thigh. I happily obliged, because I saw nothing wrong with sitting on his lap, since I had been sitting on his lap since mama met him. Thinking back, I don’t understand why mama didn’t find anything wrong with her 10 year old daughter sitting on a 41 year old man’s lap. Davis rubbed his hand across my back, again as he always did, but this time his hand moved a bit too far; he was touching the nape of my ass and was rubbing it back and forth-slowly. I felt uncomfortable, but this was Davis; Davis loved me like his own daughter-the daughter he couldn’t have because he was sterile. His hand crept from my ass to my thighs and he squeezed them, and then kissed my cheek. “How is my baby girl doing?” He kissed my cheek again. “I’m fine Davis...” I said and smiled. For some reason, I couldn’t make myself call him daddy; it seemed unfair to my own daddy, regardless to the fact that he was a dead beat; he is still my real daddy. Davis looked at me and leaned back and squinted his eyes. “Call me daddy baby girl!” I smiled shyly. Davis looked at me and repeated himself. “Call me daddy baby girl...” He said a little slower. I smiled and said “I’m fine daddy...” I grabbed my mouth and laughed because it was funny to me to call him daddy. He smiled and kissed my nose. “See...” He said and kissed my nose, “Doesn’t it feel good to call me daddy?” “Yea.” I said innocently, still smiling, not realizing that his dick was hardening underneath my 10 year old ass. I thought his pants were balling up. He looked and me and leaned towards my right ear and said, “Want to do daddy a favor?” I shifted around on his lap because the hard lump was bothering my ass cheeks, but Davis shifted me back to the hard spot on his lap. “Go close the door.” I hopped up and shut the door. When I returned, Davis had removed his shorts and was now sitting on the couch in his boxer shorts-something else that was not uncommon for him. He motioned for me to return to his lap, but before I could hop onto his lap, he said, “Baby girl, take your shorts off and sit on daddy’s lap...” he said and patted his lap again. I looked at him strange, but again-this was Davis-he loved me like I was his own daughter. So I took my shorts off and stood there in front of him in my pink strawberry short cake underwear with my hands crossing my chest. He looked and me and put his hands inside his drawers. Now again, I was 10 years old, so I thought he was scratching his leg-now that I’m grown, I know he was jacking his dick, to the chubby, undeveloped body of a 10 year old little girl. Perverted son of a bitch. When he stopped rubbing his dick- or thigh as I thought then- I saw something that I had never saw before. I saw his boxer shorts sticking straight up by themselves. I laughed and put both of my hands over my mouth. “What’s that Davis?” I said and pointed to what I guessed was a magic stick he had made appear in his shorts- he could do magic, as I had heard mama scream last night while they were in their bedroom together. Davis looked at me and said “Daddy...” and put his hands back inside his shorts and began rubbing his thigh (dick) again. “Oops! I mean what’s that daddy?” I said and pointed again. Davis looked at me with this real strange look in his eyes and said “Do you want to touch it?” Now, because I’m a kid, I was curious to touch the magic stick, so I asked, “Is that the magic stick mama saw when she said you can do magic?” “Yes…want to touch it?” I moved close and touched the magic stick and giggled. Davis smiled and said “Do you want to see it?” I nodded my head yes, and he went into his pants and showed me the biggest, blackest dick I’d ever seen- and I’d snuck and seen a few in mamas dirty movies, but I had never seen one this big, nor did I have any idea dicks were supposed to do that. “Touch it baby girl...” Davis said and grabbed my small, chubby, sticky hand and placed it around his hard dick. I felt knots form in the pit of my stomach because I knew I shouldn’t be touching a man’s dick- but this was Davis, and he loved me, like I was his own daughter, so it was okay-it had to be okay. Davis let out a small deep throated grunt and grabbed my other hand and kissed the palm. “Daddy, what..What are we doing? I thought you were going to let me touch a magic stick?” Davis moaned again and said “Baby girl…. (Moaned) you are touching the magic…” He pulled me towards him and said, “Want to be daddy’s big girl?” I nodded my head yes nervously. “Pull your panties off…” I looked at him shocked and said “Mama said I’m not supposed to take my panties off for anyone but her and the Doctor when we are at the Doctors office...” “Its okay baby girl, me and you are playing Doctor right now…see, daddy just wants to play with you.” The look on his face was so twisted, I will never forget it. I stood there-right hand still wrapped around his “magic stick” and my pointer finger of my left hand in my mouth-because I was afraid. Davis sensed my fear, so like the pervert he was, he said “If you love me and your mama, you would play with me…don’t you love your daddy/” “Yes I love you daddy...” “So take your panties off and play Doctor with me…” I slid my panties off slowly. Davis pulled me close, kissed my 10 year old lips and said, “We’re about to play a game called daddy’s big girl okay?” I nodded yes nervously again. He gave me a glass filled with brown liquor and said, “Take a big gulp of this big girl juice...” I did as I was told, and chocked a little as the hot to my chest liquid went down my throat. I later figured out that it was E&J Brandy-liquor that I now hate to ever see. I took another big gulp of the brown big girl juice and sat the glass down. Davis motioned for me to stand in front of him with my legs opened as his filthy tongue probed my 10 year old pussy. I felt a strange sensation build inside me- Like I had to pee- the feeling was over taken by the thought of mama catching Davis’s tongue in my no-no area. My mind raced as I felt his fingers caressing my no spot. “MMMM, you good and wet now…you ready to be daddy’s big girl?” before I could nod no, Davis pulled me down to the floor and said “SHHHH!” and placed his hand over my small mouth. I could feel the head of his “Magic sick” rubbing back and forth against my virgin vagina, and then I felt it go inside me. With his hand over my mouth, I screamed as loud as I could because it felt like he had just ripped my lower body in half. He humped and grunted and humped and grunted for about 5 minutes and then I felt a hot liquid inside my body. When he pulled the magic stick from inside me, I was still tight-so it made suction like noise. Davis had just raped me. I laid there afraid to move. I no longer wanted to feel the magic stick, matter of fact; I now hated magic because it hurt. It hurt like hell. It was now evil. Davis told me to get up and go take a bath before my mama got home or she would be angry that I smelled like I had been outside playing all day. I did as I was told. From that day when I was 10, until I was 14, Davis had been fucking my mama at night, and fucking me after school. A couple times, after my period started when I was 11, Davis had gotten me pregnant, but being the slick, sly son of a bitch he was, he gave me a pill and some brown liquor to abort the baby. “Just sit on the fuckin toilet until your ass bleeds!” He would say to me as instructions to release his bastard seed into the toilet. By the time I was 15, he and mama had gotten married, and had my little sister Brea. I told myself that I’d keep him away from her virginity, even if I had to fuck Davis more than twice a day-and that’s what I did. Once, I noticed him being friendly with Brea, the way he’d been with me prior to raping me. I saw him rubbing on her back the same way he did me, so I came into the room and pretended to watch television. I hated Davis with every fiber of my being, but I loved my little sister with all of my soul, so I stayed in his presence long enough for him to get turned on. “Brea, let’s go take a nap sweetie.” Davis said and picked her up and took her to her bedroom. I waited two minutes and followed him-to make sure he didn’t violate her the way he had done me so many times. When I entered her room, he was tucking Brea in bed. “SHHH….go to sleep baby girl, he said and kissed her forehead, while looking at me. When Brea’s eyes closed, Davis dropped his pants and motioned for me to take care of his dick, only this time, thankfully he didn’t want to fuck. He forced me down onto my knees and fed my mouth his old, gross dick. I felt his semen hit the back of my throat and I almost vomited. It was the worst thing I’d ever seen and tasted then, and 12 years later, at the age of 27, I detest the sight of semen, and refuse to entertain the idea of sucking any man’s dick. Many people often wrongfully assume that I’m a lesbian because I have a massive hatred for the male species and I waste no time putting men in their places-the men I regularly put in their places usually call me an angry black woman, or angry bitch, or just a bitch. I read this one blog that said what I do is called “man bashing.” I’m neither of the adjective’s these idiots label me. My name is Regina, I’m 27, and I’m a strong, heterosexual, very educated black woman. I just happen to feel that all men think with their fucking dicks, and are pedophiles; most are heartless dogs, and think women are just placed here to be toyed with, and then thrown away when the next best toy is spotted. In my mind, men, all men are stupider than a sheep; Gods dumbest animal-and are definitely dumber than, weaker than and more emotional than women. Women are the greater sex, hands down. We excel at so much more than men, yet because of the way society is set up, people make the mistake of feeling like men should rule the world. I disagree whole heatedly. In my eyes, men are beneath women, which is why I am labeled a “MAN HATER.”