****** Platform 6 by Les ******
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Platform 6


"Now get to bed!" my dad roared in a drunken voice. I went up the stairs, my
face stinging from his slap. All I did was spill a bit of gravy onto the
tablecloth and he flipped, kicking and punching me around the room. My body
ached.

Going to the bathroom I looked in the mirror and saw his handprint on the left
side of my face my eye was slowly closing. Tears formed and started to fall, I
sank to the floor sobbing. Ever since mom left because of his drinking he took
it out on me. Daily I was his punching bag. He knew no other way to get rid of
his anger.

Pulling myself up I went into my bedroom. In the darkness I slowly undressed.
Getting naked into bed I pulled myself into a fetal position.

My mind went back to the day mom left. Dad had been made redundant in the
factory. He was given £3000 pounds redundancy pay in his wage packet. He left
as soon as he got it and went to the pub to celebrate. He was drunk as a lord
when he left the pub. Passing a bookies he went in flush with money, he put
£100 on a rank outsider and lost. He continued to bet like an idiot losing all
the money that afternoon. When he lost the last bet he went berserk, accused
the bookie of cheating and stealing his money. They called the police.

He was charged with being drunk and disorderly and fined £60. Mom had to go and
pay the fine before he was let out. He took the rest of mom's money and went to
the pub. When the money ran out he came home and demanded more. Mom had taken
her savings out of the post office to pay his fine. She was broke.

That's when the beatings started. First Mom, then me. Mom was hurt so bad she
went to hospital. He had broken her wrist. She left that day saying I was
sixteen and old enough to fend for myself.

I dozed off. Suddenly my bedroom door flew open and the light was turned on.
Dad was swaying in the doorway clutching a bottle of whisky. "Where's your
bitch of a mother?" he slurred.

"I don't know dad honest," I pleaded. Coming to my bed he ripped the covers off
and stared at me. I was crouched in a ball to hide my nakedness from him.
Suddenly he hit me in the ribs. It knocked the breath out of me and I gasped
for breath. My body jackknifed open as he hit me again. I was spread open on
the bed. He stared at my naked body. I saw his eyes look at my breasts and make
their way to my thighs. "You slut. Showing your body to your father." Another
punch hit my breast. "Teasing me ah?" he grunted. "If that's what you want..."
and he ripped his belt off and fumbled with his trouser zip. His trousers fell
to his ankles.

He was standing there swaying in his shirt and pants. "No dad please".

He ignored my pleas, getting the rest of his clothes off he grabbed my breasts,
clawing at them like an animal claws at his meat. Pulling me up to my feet he
ran a hand over my ass and bent me over the bed. "Kneel on all fours", he
barked. I was terrified to refuse him. As I got into position I saw his penis
was standing up hard as nails. I was a virgin. And I knew he was going to rape
me. He took his penis and placed it at the entrance to my pussy. I felt the
huge head push between my lips. Placing his hands on my hip he pushed hard into
me.

"No dad please don't!" I screamed, as I felt his prick enter me, first two
inches and then all of it in one hard thrust. I felt a ripping and tearing deep
inside my stomach.

"If your mom's not here you'll do", he gasped, as he carried on thrusting deep
into me. I lay screaming on the bed feeling my inside's being pounded by my own
father's savage prick. He jerked and I felt a searing pain as he shot his load
in me. He collapsed on top of me, squashing the breath out of me. After a
minute he started to snore. I clawed my way from underneath him. Running to the
bathroom I locked the door. Blood was mixed with his sperm as it trickled down
my legs. He had taken my virginity in the most brutal way possible. I turned on
the shower and tried to wash the blood and sperm from myself. Taking the
showerhead off I plunged the hose into my vagina. I must get his sperm out of
me. My whole body felt degraded, unclean. No amount of washing was going to
erase this from my mind.

The hot water burnt the inside of my damaged pussy. I still kept it there. The
pain stopped me reliving the rape I had just escaped from. Turning the water to
cold I let the coldness of the water take the pain away. I was numb inside. The
cold water had stopped the ravaging pain. He was big and it had gone in dry.

Drying myself I looked in the mirror. My body was covered in red wheals and
bruises. My breasts looked as if a cat had clawed me. I have had enough, I said
to myself. Listening at the bathroom door I could hear him snoring. Quietly
unlocking the door I went to my room. He was flaked out. Gathering up my
clothes I went into the bathroom and got dressed. Packing a few things in my
school knapsack I left by the back door. Hurrying away. I kept looking back.
Would he wake up? Darting down alleys, twisting and turning. Anywhere to get
away.

I stopped to get my breath. Where was I? A clock chimed eleven in the distance.
Looking around I saw the railway station. Running to the entrance I saw a sign.
No trains until 0600. The station door was open. I entered.

The place was deserted. I went to a seat and sat down. I had to think. Should I
go to the police? What was the use? My dad would talk his way out of it. Then
he would get me again.

"Hello luv, what are you doing here?" a voice said softly. I whipped around. It
was a boy of about 16 or 17. He was dressed in an old pair of jeans and an old
duffel coat. He was clutching a mug of tea or something.

"I'm waiting for the next train", I lied.

"No train for 7 hours yet," he replied. "You've done a runner haven't you?"

"No", I said too quickly.

"It's alright so have I", he said. "Cup of tea?"

I looked at him, he seemed nice enough. "Ok."

"Come with me". He moved quickly to the stairs. Crossing the tracks we went
onto platform six. Going to the end we jumped down by the track and went
through a gap in a fence. It led to the basement of the waiting room above us.

He had turned this disused and forgotten room into his home. His table was a
tea chest. His chairs were old car seats. And his bed was a pile of newspapers
covered with a cloth.

Getting an enamel mug from a corner he went to the kettle, which was sitting on
a pile of embers. Taking a cloth he poured some of the contents into the mug.
Handing it to me he said, "The name's Tom".

"Mine's Mandy".

Sipping the hot liquid he explained he had run away from a children's home a
year ago. This had been his home since. I told him about mom and dad and how I
was raped. He was very quiet as I told my story. "You can stay here with me if
you like."

I looked around. While it wasn't much it was dry. And he had managed to live
here without anyone knowing. "Ok", I said, "Thanks".

He took me on a guided tour of the station. No one was around. The old shower
block that the stationmaster used was still working. The water dripped
constantly. Tom explained the water was heated by the boiler that warmed the
waiting room. The door was kept locked but Tom had found a bunch of keys when
he first moved to his hideout that fitted most of the buildings.

We went back to the den as he called it. Making a bed for me on the other side
of the room. Tying a string across the room he hung several old sheets across.
"For your privacy", he said.

I slept with my clothes on that night. My body was aching I drifted in and out
of sleep. Tom woke me at about 10. The rumbling of the trains made my body
tremble with the vibrations. We had eggs for breakfast, pinched from a shop
nearby. We sat talking all day. He was a quiet boy, but told me about his
family life and how he had survived on his own.

We slept until it was dark outside. Walking around the station we decided to go
to the park. We knew we would be safe there under cover of night. Passing a
bakery back door he went inside and emerged with four steaming hot rolls." A
mate of mine" he explained we sat on the park bench and ate in silence. There's
something about the smell of fresh bread.

Walking back we decided to have a shower." I'll stay outside while you shower".
Tom said. The perfect gentleman. He produced a towel and soap. Walking to the
shower block the heavens opened up. We ran but still got soaked through.
Laughing we fell through the door." It sounds good to hear you laugh". Tom said
looking at me. I could feel a blush coming on.

"You go first", I said, "I'll keep watch."

"OK", he said. Looking out the door I could see the rain lashing on the roofs
opposite. I ducked back in and closed the door to stop the rain blowing in. I
heard the water in the shower room and turned. Tom had stripped off and was
under the shower washing. His body glistened in the dim light. I saw him scrub
his thighs and as he turned I saw his manhood. It looked so big even though it
was soft. His arms were well built and his waist was slim. Looking up and
seeing me looking at him he smiled.

"Nice view," I said.

"Come on in the water's fine," he quipped.

I hesitated. Why not? Pulling my top off I walked forward. Throwing it down I
undid my jeans and slipped out of them. Standing in bra and pants I had doubts
about undressing further. "Come on," he said, "The water will soon be cold."

Undoing my bra my breast swung into view. He took no notice as I took off my
panties. The water was warm. It felt good on my stiff body. Trying to wash my
shoulders I gave a yelp. A pain shot across my ribs. He turned and looked at me
for a moment, studying my body. "Want some help"?

I passed the soap as I turned my back. He got a lather up in his hands and
rubbed my neck gently. It felt good. He continued to massage my shoulders and
back for a long time. I could feel myself, relaxing under his manipulations.
"Thanks," I said, as I washed the soap off my back.

"It's my turn now," he grinned.

Taking the soap from him I covered him with the lather. His back was firm to
the touch. "That's nice," he said, turning. "Now the front".

I stepped back with shock. As he faced me looking down I saw he was aroused
slightly. "Sorry," he said, "It's the sight of you naked and so close." I
smiled. He made no attempt to touch me and I felt safe. Rubbing his chest with
the soap he closed his eyes. I sneaked another peek. It was getting harder. It
took on a ruby color as it grew. His eyes opened. "It's alright we can stop
now".

"Why". I was feeling bold. "Scared?"

"You're a strange one," Tom said. I was getting aroused by this double talk.
All thoughts of the rape went out of my mind. I knew I was safe here with Tom.
Taking the soap from him he started to wash me, starting at my hand he worked
his way up to my arms. Bending down he washed my feet, lifting one up at a
time. His head was at the same height as my sex. He looked as he washed my
foot. Lifting the other one to wash I realized my sex was exposed more as I
lifted my leg. His prick was fully hard now. Standing up, it poked between us
like a poker. Neither spoke, just looked into each other's eyes. He moved the
soap to my breasts. The rich lather worked its way between his fingers as he
massaged them. It felt so good. Cupping both he rubbed the soap around the
nipples. They were fully erect. I was breathing heavy now.

"Do you mind, Mandy?"

I said nothing. Just stood there with my eyes closed. We stood there for about
two minutes just letting the water cascade off us. Suddenly Tom turned the
water to cold and got out quick. I was too slow. It was freezing cold. He
laughed as we got dried. I felt so safe with him. He could have taken advantage
of me in the shower but didn't.

Laying on the bed we talked for a while before I got up and undid the string
that separated the room. "What's up?" he asked.

"It's getting in the way," I said, "Besides you've seen all there is to see
already." We went to bed. I slept like a log, more confident now I was safe. I
woke up with Tom sitting by my bed.

"Morning sleepy head," he said, smiling. "Cup of tea?" He sat in his jockey
shorts. I could see the outline of his prick taut against the material. He
followed my eyes. "Sorry about the shower. I not seen a girl up close for a
long time".

"Yours was the first I've seen apart from my dads." A shudder ran through me at
the thought of that bastard.

He looked cold. Pulling the covers open I invited him to enter. He did. His
cold body touched mine. I put my arm out and he snuggled close to my warm body.
Upstairs we could hear the bustle of people going and coming from work. It felt
good to have someone to cuddle into. We dozed off to sleep holding each other.
When I woke it was silent. The busy workforce had retired for the night. Tom
was still asleep. He had put his leg across mine and his arm across my belly. I
could feel his erection on my leg. It twitched now and again. Stirring. He
opened his eyes. And I kissed him lightly on his lips. "Thank you," I said.

He looked baffled. "What for?"

"Just for being here."

He smiled and snuggled into me again. His head lay on my breast. I could feel
his hot breath caress my nipples through the t shirt I had on. I rubbed his
strong arm and back. He started to caress my belly with his hand. It felt so
light but so strong. The sweep of his hand increased. I felt a slight touch on
my breast, it was a delicious feeling. Slowly his hand engulfed my breast.
Raking his nails across my nipples sent a tingle through my body. I slowly
raised my t shirt to allow his hand to play with my naked flesh. His lips
grazed over both breasts. As he teased a nipple with his fingers. I sat up and
removed my t shirt completely. As I sat up he removed his shorts. We were both
nude. Pulling the covers off he gently laid me back on the bed. Bending over he
kissed me on both eyes.

Working his way back down my body giving little pecks as his hands explored my
exposed body. He was so gentle. I could feel my body responding to his
caresses. Reaching my nipples he sucked one up. And pulled it away from my body
making my breast conical shaped. Rasping his tongue across it. A jolt went
through me. His hand had made its way to my thighs. Cupping my sex in his hand
he gentle squeezed. I felt his finger drag through my lips until it came to a
stop at my clit. Taking it in his thumb and forefinger he rolled it gently. I
had all these feeling coursing through my body at once. I felt his prick
jerking on my thigh. Taking it in my hand I was surprised at the size and
hardness. It was the first time I had held one. Rubbing gently I could feel it
swelling even more. Suddenly it erupted. Spewing sperm all over me. Shot after
shot the white sticky spunk flew over my body. My tits, belly and thighs were
covered. When he final finished cumming, he bent his head and said, "I'm
sorry". I leaned over and kissed him deeply. He seemed so vulnerable.

Taking his prick in my hand I said, "I hope there's more where that came from!"
He had not gone soft and I carried on rubbing him as he played with me. His
fingers darted into my love channel. Teasing me with his magic fingers. I could
feel myself coming to the boil

"Tom please put it in me". He moved above me laying between my legs he raised
himself up on his hands and leaning forwards kissed me. His prick jerked
against my belly. Taking his prick in my hand I placed it at the opening of my
slit. He gently slid the tip in. I could feel my lips grip it as it passed
through. I was soaked in my own juices. He gradually fed a bit more into me at
each stroke, he was so gentle. I could feel my cunt stretch as his thick rod
slid into me. The walls of my love hole were awake for every sensation that his
prick could deliver. And it was delivering at a fast rate of knots.

His thrusting increased as I got used to his size. Soon it was all in and I was
awash with passion. This is how I wanted to be loved. I could feel every twitch
of his prick. And soon it started to increase its girth even more. "I'm coming
Mandy I'm coming. Ahhhhhhhhhh it's here. Oh my god!" His prick stabbed its way
into me, pulsing. As he spewed his sperm into me, I could feel it hit the top
of my womb. My body was exploding at the same time. He increased his speed and
it seemed as if he would never stop filling me with his lovely spunk.

Gradually we subsided. We lay sated for the moment. It turned out I was his
first fuck. And he was my first real fuck.

We aim to stay together and try and get work. We want to get a flat and settle
down like other couples. We know what it's like to be hurt so we are very
careful to treat each other with respect.

rabbit108@hotmail.com

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