Chapter 2
Barbara had brushed her teeth and put on her white cotton nightie, turned out the light and was just getting into bed when the door swung open and the light flashed on again. One knee pressed against the edge of the bed, the other bare foot on the floor, she gasped and glanced around incredulously as she saw Dan Wainright standing in the doorway grinning at her. He was in his long white underwear, the buttons of his fly trap were open, his big red prick sticking out and bobbing as he began to move slowly toward her.
"Oh my gosh-you-you oughtn't to come in like this, Mr. Wainright!" she stammered, hastily getting into bed and pulling the covers up to her neck as she watched him approach, her eyes huge and shadowed. She couldn't take her eyes off the thick, dark-veined spear of his prick which was exposed down to his very balls, hairy gnarled sacks which contracted and shifted as he moved.
"I told you, Bobo, you had a licking coming for dropping that plate, and I'm here to give it to you," he told her in a hoarse, assertive voice. He drew his hands from behind his back, his left fist was clenched around something, a black leather belt dangled from his right.
"Oh gosh-you aren't going to whup me with that belt, are you, Mr. W-Wainright?" she faltered, cringing back into the bed and looking beseechingly up at his flushed, grinning, fat face.
"I always keep my word, Bobo honey, you ought to know that from all these years since I married your poor Mama," he said righteously. "Now you just get out of bed and shuck that nightie up over your cute l'il butt and lean over the bed. Take your medicine like a brave girl, you hear?"
"Please, please don't wh-whup me with that belt, please!" Barbara began to sniffle, her eyes fixed on the dangling leather strap, trying hard not to see the thick, red, plum-headed object that was thrusting out of the open fly of his underwear.
"If I have to come get you and pull you out of bed you're sure as hell going to be sorry. Now, do what I tell you to!" he growled.
With a choked-back sob, the dark-brunette teenager slowly pulled the covers away from her and slipped out of bed. Biting her lips, she gave him an abject, imploring look, but he merely shook his head and made an angry gesture with the belt. With a choked-back sob, Barbara turned her back to him, stooped to drag up the hems of the thin nightie and slowly drew the garment up to her waist. She leaned forward and let herself sprawl over the surface of the bed, her bare feet thrusting down to the floor, keeping her legs tightly clenched, clenched.
He uttered a lecherous gasp of admiration at the sight of those excitingly spacious, milky-skinned round saucy bottom globes, arched up lasciviously because of her ignominious posture. He observed the sweep of her long, delightfully rounded young white thighs and saucily curvaceous calves. She had clamped both hands over her mouth and closed her eyes very tight, whimpering a little as she waited. Her flesh seemed to crawl as she remembered the dangling gleaming menace of the belt in his hand.
"That's better. Now that you've grown up, Bobo, I'm going to learn you to act right around your daddy, you hear?"
She could only nod, tears welling into her eyes, her throat constricted and dry and tight. He could see the smooth satiny naked flesh of her behind tense and quiver with anguished expectation. Suddenly he lifted the belt and slashed it down diagonally over her bottom.
"Oww!" Barbara tearfully wailed, kicking up both legs and glancing around at him, her eyes huge and wet with tears.
The sight of the bright red mark on the pure white smoothness of her naked bottom made his prick jerk and throb excitedly. He crisscrossed the mark on her ripe, shapely young behind with a backhanded diagonal cut that drew an even more strident yelp from the sobbing youngster.
"You gotta learn to be more careful, now you're grown up and housekeeping for me, Bobo," he ordered as he sent the third spank smacking straight across the broadest curves of both her buttocks.
"Oww, ohh, boohoo, puh-lease, Mr. W-Wainright, don't whup so hard, it hurts so awful!" Barbara sobbed, kicking her bare legs up and down and squirming restlessly over the edge of the bed. He could see the flash of soft pink cuntal lips framed by a surprisingly abundant thatch of dark-brown silky cunt-curls, and the ache in his prick became more unbearable than ever.
"I ain't done by a long shot, Bobo," he told the sobbing, half-naked young girl as he sent another whistling cut of the belt over the tops of her wriggling hips. "Plates cost money around here, and I'm not made of it. You gotta shape up, girl, or
I'll have to lick you good and hard till you do." Another swipe of the black leather belt punctuated this remark as it curled wickedly over the base of both her flinching, vividly streaked bare buttocks.
"Oww-oh I can't stand it, Mr. W-Wainright, oh please, puh-lease, please no more, please don't wh-whup me like that, I won't ever do it again!" she wailed.
He let the belt dangle over her squirming behind, just grazing the flinching naked, vividly splotched flesh. She moaned, looking back at him in abject terror and shame. "Well, seeing as how this is your birthday, honey child, I might just go easy on that cute butt of yours if you'll be real nice."
"I-I don't know what you m-mean, Mr. W-Wainright," she sobbed, her shoulders shaking as she dashed her hands back to her naked behind to soothe and rub away the fiery smart.
He swept the belt across her hands and Barbara wailed and wriggled forward on the bed, kicking her legs up and down as she dashed her hands back over her face and gave vent to anguished tears. "I told you I hadn't finished with you by a damn sight, you ornery little bitch," he growled. "Now you listen and you listen good. I want straight answers. I told you, if you're ready to be nice to me, to call me Daddy like I wanted you to do since I married your Mama, and take care of my big boy you see sticking out of my long johns here, I'll let off the whaling you got coming. Well, what's it to so
"I-honest-Mr. Wainright-I-I don't know what you mean-take care-oww, oh, oh please, don't whup my heinie so hard, you're killing me-aaahhoh please, stop, I'll be good-what do you want me to do, just tell me, oh just tell me, please, please stop whupping my poor heinie like that! Owww-I'll do what you want, Mr. W-Wainright!"
Livid with lust, Dan Wainright had applied half a dozen whistling cuts of the black leather belt all over Barbara's weaving bare bottom and upper thighs, while the frantic, half-nude girl scrambled forward on the bed, at last plunging her hands back to cover up her bottom and to rub it frantically as she stared tearfully back at him over her quivering shoulder.
"Now that sounds a little better. I'll sure tell you what I want, honey," he crookedly grinned as he lowered the belt. Then, nodding down at his prick, he growled, "What you gotta do is take care of my big boy like I said. See my cock, Bobo? That's what went into your Mama's cunt. I want it to see what it's like to go into yours right now."
"Oh my golly-oh no-that-that's awful-I couldn't-please don't ask me to do that, Mr. Wainright-oh no, don't hit me again, I mean-I mean, D-Daddy!" she hastily amended as she saw the belt rise in the air again. In her anguish under the stinging, burning strokes of leather, she had rolled over onto her tender bottom, her legs sprawled, her calves hooked over the edge of the bed. The nightie had hiked up almost to her panting young breasts to show him the exquisite vision of the deliciously fleshy pink petals of her tender virgin cunt nestling between the dark-brown silken curls of her pubis.
"That's good now, stay just that way, only pull off that damn nightie right now," he excitedly ordered, gesturing with the belt which he had doubled in his right hand.
Sobbing as if her heart would break, Barbara feverishly tugged off the cotton nightie and lay there naked as the day she was born, her beautiful saucily rounded, widely spaced breasts rising and falling convulsively. The areolae were deliciously narrow and dusky coral, in whose centers pert crinkly buds tremblingly palpitated with every anguished breath. His eyes feasted on them, lowered avidly to the shallow wide dimple of her bellybutton, then lingered at the lower abdomen where the soft silky thatch of cunt-hair began to grow, thickening as it descended to frame the virgin vista of her soft young cunt.
"Now, scoot that hot little ass of yours just to the edge of the bed and keep your legs nice and spread, far as you can," he directed.
"What-what are you g-going to do to me. Mr. W-I-oh no-I mean D-Daddy!" Once again, as she saw him scowl and lift the double belt in the air above her, she frantically accorded him the term of filial homage which his lustful mind so gloatingly craved.
"You better practice saying 'Daddy' lots of times in your room when I'm not here, Bobo," he smirked, "because if you keep calling me Mr. Wainright, your cute butt is gonna get whupped every time you do, you hear me?"
"Y-y-yes, D-Daddy," she sniffled wretchedly. Her slim, trembling hands slithered down the rumpled sheet, desperately yearning to cover the most intimate part of her body from his glowing eyes. Her own tear-blurred eyes were hypnotically fixed on the jerking, angrily reddened weapon of his violently swollen prick, the lips of the meatus twitching and puckering with his urge to expel the clotted, hot juices of his long-denied virility.
"I'm going to fuck you, Bobo," he gloatingly mouthed. "But don't you worry none, I know how to take care of things so a sexy girl like you can fuck all she wants and not get into trouble. You just mind your old Daddy Dan, and we're gonna get along great, just us two in this nice cozy little house. Understand me?"
She nodded her head, her hands edging even closer toward her menaced virgin cunt. The pose was awkward and muscularly uncomfortable, as well as agonizingly shameful for the naked young girl, but she didn't dare close her legs as she lay under the domination of his glowing gaze.
"That's my little girl. That's my birthday
Bobo," he snickered. Then, opening his left hand, he showed her the white rubber, let the belt drop down to the floor, and began to pull the condom on over his rampant prick while she watched in horrified fascination.
"There now! Now you don't have to worry at all, honey. That's my girl. Come on now, spread those cute white legs just a little more-that's it! Now you hold still while I get it into your tight little pussy. Might hurt just a little bit, but you'll forget it once you feel your old Daddy Dan's cock digging inside you and juicing you up. Hold still now," he warned in a thick, shuddering voice as he moved between her straddled naked white thighs.
Barbara twisted her face to one side with an agonized gasp, one arm lying over her panting naked breasts, the other hand pressed over her eyes to shut out the sight of his ugly, leering fat face, and, most of all, the throbbing engine of his dark-veined, swollen prick. The glossy skin-tight sheath which he had just pulled over it somehow made the object even more terrifying and fearsome, and the flesh of her inner thighs and belly cringed in frantic apprehension as she awaited her initiation into womanhood.
Getting between her legs, he put his palms down on the bed on either side of her waist, his eyes devouring the swelling mounds of her beautiful young titties. Then he bent his head and kissed her loudly and wetly on the belly.
"Eeeek! Oh-what-what are you doing?" she squealed, squirming fitfully.
"Hold still, I told you! Want another licking? I thought not. Then just shut your mouth and keep your legs spread a mile. Mmmmm, what a juicy sweet pink little crack you've got, Bobo honey! Ever since I met up with your Mama, I been wanting to find out how good I could stretch your cunt for you, honey child. And right now is the time I'm going to do just that. You're ready for it, I can tell by the way you're grinding your little ass against the bed. So the licking hurt a little, huh? You just wait till you feel my cock inside your cunt, Bobo. You'll find that little spanking I gave you is gonna turn you on for fair, till you start asking yourself why in tarnation you didn't come to my bed a long, long time ago," he boasted.
Now, startling the naked girl, he slyly moved his face down to the soft pink gape between her straddled thighs and applied a sucking, noisy kiss. She squealed frantically, half in shame, half in shocked surprise at the lascivious, glowing sensations it roused deep inside of her virgin womb. And then she gasped again and lifted her head to watch, for she had just felt the first prodding, tentative pressure of his condom-sheathed prick against the sensitive twitching lips of her soft virgin cuntal sheath.
"Oooh, Mister-I-I mean D-Daddy-it-it won't ever go in there, not that big old awful thing, it just can't!" she feverishly whispered, tears running down her flushed cheeks. She had dug her fingers into the bed on either side of her to sustain herself against the brunt of his forthcoming penetration, not knowing what torture or what excruciating demands it would inflict upon her most intimate part. She started convulsively as, grinning obscenely at her, her stepfather continued to tantalize her by prodding all around the rims of her soft fleshy young cunt with the very tip of his swollen prick. The coolness of the rubber sheath itself, in direct contrast to the blazingly ferocious spear it sheathed, tickled and titillated her, and she lifted one knee slightly, twisting her toes and gasping as she drew in deep breath after breath to ready herself for her initiation.
"Lemme move up on the bed, M-Mister...D-Daddy-you're gonna mash me like this," she whimpered as she saw him lean toward her. Setting his palms down on either side, he narrowed his gleaming eyes, greedily studying her flushed, tearstained face, the long tumbled dark hair, and the delicious surging of her milky titties.
"This will do fine, Bobo, I can get into your cute little pussy a lot easier the first time this way," he panted. Now, arching himself, he thrust his rubber-sheathed prick right against the soft pouting pink petals of her vulva, and Barbara uttered a frantic gasp, her eyes huge as she studied herself and observed the imminent cohesion between his seemingly enormous weapon and her tender soft virgin orifice of pleasure. Instinctively, she spread her knees wider than ever, thus gaping apart the soft pink cuntal lips which made entryway to her tender narrow sheath, and the maneuver was effective: she felt just the head of his prick press inward to the lobby-way till it reached the resistant hymeneal seal of her virgin cherry.
"Ooooo-oh please, t-take it easy, D-Daddy," she panted, twisting her fingers frantically against the rumpled sheet, her throbbing bottom squirming nervously as she prepared herself for his onslaught. It was funny, she thought to herself, that the larruping he had given her had made her so squirmy and itchy that she just wasn't able to hold him off or fight him for doing this awful, nasty thing to her. All the same, she feverishly wished he would have let her wriggle back onto the bed and lie there if he was going to do this to her. She was awfully afraid his hands would slip and then he would come down on her and crush her, he was so big and fat and so red in the face. And he certainly was wild to do this to her, judging from the way his face was screwed up and his eyes were gleaming and his mouth was wet and moving without any words coming out of it.
Dan Wainright grunted now, steadied himself, and gave a tentative little shove forward. The naked girl squealed and drew up both knees on either side of him, yawning apart the dainty pink crevice into which the glistening white-sheathed tip of his prick had just penetrated. She could feel a sudden unexpected twinge as it pressed demandingly against the only remaining barrier to her womanhood. As she swung up her knees her delicious, saucily curvaceous bottom turned up. His eyes flickered down to observe the crimson redness which stood out against the smooth satiny white skin of the rest of her delectable young nakedness. That sight intensified his lust, as did the clamping tightness with which the lobby-way of her cunt grudgingly accepted his glans. With another hoarser and louder grunt, grinding his teeth, he thrust ruthlessly forward, and Barbara felt the barrier give way as his heavy prick distended the tight and hitherto unprofaned walls of her cuntal sheath.
"Oww, that hurts, you stop it, take it out of me, Mister W-I-I-m-mean D-Daddy-oww, please, it's awfully big, it hurts!" she shrilly complained, kicking her legs frantically in the air, only serving to make a more intoxicatingly lascivious spectacle of herself. For nothing in the world would Dan Wainright have halted now the initiation of his beautiful nymph-like stepdaughter!
"It's in, it's in you practically all the way, you sweet little bitch," he panted, shifting his hands to the edges of her writhing naked hips. "Just you put your arms around your old Daddy Dan's neck and hold on tight, here comes your first good fuck, Bobo honey!"
So saying, with still another lunge which drew a muffled wail from the squirming naked young brunette, he imbedded himself to the very balls, and arched himself over her, crouching with his back bowed, his legs solidly planted, while his chest heaved from the undue exertion combined with his ferocious rut. Already he could feel the soft walls of Barbara's ravaged cunt clamping and convulsively contracting against his burrowing prick, and this sensation completely obliterated any sudden sense of contrition. Even her mother Mavis had never clamped her juicy cunt around his prick any more tightly than cute little Bobo was doing right now!
Half-raising herself from the rumpled bed, Barbara tearfully linked her satiny, creamy arms around his neck, her round firm budding titties rising and falling with sporadic upheaval as shock upon shock swirled through her young nervous system. Strangely, the pain had almost vanished, but she was conscious of an extraordinary distension of her cuntwalls. All her young life seemed to be concentrated within that narrow channel into which his prick had now completely disappeared. Once again, hardly knowing it, her bare legs had flung against his sides to pinion him, as she lay panting and trembling, initiated, but not yet wakened, to the delicious frenzy of hot fucking.
Yet the throbbing, dynamic pulsations deep within her young womb made her shiver with a gradual voluptuousness. Her nipples had hardened, too, and they were darker than before with the erogenous stimulation seething through her naked, quivering body. Slowly he drew back, and she grimaced with discomfort, for the rasping friction reminded her of the initial twinges of his hymeneal conquest of her virgin cunt. But without pausing, Dan Wainright thrust home to the balls again, drew back halfway, then shoved home to the hilt. Barbara's well spanked, reddened bare bottom squirmed and weaved licentiously on the edge of the bed as convulsively her arms and legs enfolded him and she arched up her pelvis basin to the stroking of his thrusts.
"See, honey? Didn't I tell you, you could take it all?" he thickly exulted, slipping his pudgy fingers under her squirming, warm bottom-cheeks to get a firmer grip and mastery over her wriggling, shivering naked body. "This is the best fuck I've had in a long time, honey, and now I'm not mad at you any more, see? You just be my little girl and be good to your old Daddy Dan, and you and me's gonna get along great by ourselves in this here house."
"Y-yes, D-Daddy," Barbara meekly stammered, closing her eyes and turning her face to one side to shut out the crooked grin and red, sweating face and glittering eyes of her initiator. There could be no doubt that she was learning more on this birthday than on any such previous event in her young life. She was already beginning to reason that if she hadn't let him do this to her, he would have given her an awful licking with that nasty old belt. Her bottom still smarted a lot, even though he was making her feel something a lot hotter and funnier deep down inside of her front. The convulsive tightening of her young vaginal sheath, the fluttering spasms of her tender cuntal walls, had manifested themselves to her impressionable young mind and flesh. She was startled at her own acceptance of him, at her lack of total revulsion over his usurpation of her naked body and his usage of it for his own selfish gratification. Such words as "masochism" and "domination" weren't known in the rural school which she attended, but Barbara Wainright was certainly learning them firsthand tonight!
"You've got the tightest little pussy a man ever put his cock into, Bobo," he panted, "and the next time, it's gonna feel lots nicer for both of us, when we get used to each other. But right now, my nuts are about to bust, and I'm gonna fuck you real hard. Just hang on tight, 'cause here we go, sweetie!"
Barbara took a deep shuddering breath and closed her eyes very tight and clenched her legs and arms around him. He drew back to the brink of her quivering cuntal opening, then crammed home in a single vigorous lunge that wrenched a sobbing gasp from the naked young teenager. Her bottom jiggled and squirmed as she tried to adjust herself to the rapacious friction with which he gouged her innermost tender center. But already he was drawing back, then thrusting back and forth with short quick jabs, his fingers digging mercilessly into the exquisitely sensitive globes of her reddened behind. Barbara whimpered and arched herself, shifting her bare legs higher along his sides as he crouched over her, trying to compensate and balance herself on the edge of the bed, ever fearful that he would suddenly crush her down with the energetic vigor of his pillaging of her now quaking young cunt.
Dan Wainright had not the slightest inclination to fault his beautiful naked young stepdaughter on this, her entry into carnal servicing. The feel of her naked calves rubbing against his sides enchanted him, promising him that when she was fully instructed, young Bobo would give him the hottest fuck in Macon County and then some. Her fingertips were scrabbling at his heavy neck, and her face was beginning to turn from side to side, flushed and still tearstained and taut with the feverish expectancy of what was going to happen. Even her mother, for all her innuendoes about a man's way with a girl, hadn't prepared her for all the developments of tonight.
Now his big fingers splayed against her tensing, quivering bottom-cheeks, lifting her hips from the bed as he quickened his lunging penetrations of her exacerbated cuntal sheath. Little whimpering gasps exuded from Barbara's parted, trembling lips, and her nostrils flared and shrank convulsively as she dug her fingernails into his neck and shoulders under the furious, relentless brunt of his fucking. He began to grunt and moan and almost sob with the frenzied impetus of his long-planned rut, its reality even more intoxicating than he had dreamed. The clenching, spasmodically twitching pressures of her cuntal walls against his furrowing prick, even through the thin shield of the rubber, made him feel as if his aching prick was about to burst at any instant.
The teenager's creamy thighs jerked and flexed, her bare bottom weaving and squirming restlessly against the clutch of his pudgy fingers as he crammed himself back and forth. Then suddenly he uttered a bellow of ecstasy and thrust a last deep time to the hilt inside her. She felt a curious kind of explosive jerking of his distending organ, the walls of her quaking cunt responding in milder kind. A feverish darkness seemed to engulf her, and her face flung to one side, her arms dropped and flung out as she let her body be manipulated and twisted and tossed in the last inchoate fury of his violent climax. Her legs wanly dropped from him, sprawled down toward the floor, and her beautiful round naked titties rose and fell with a spasmodic abandon that told of her approach into the Elysian Fields of hot, creaming orgasmic climax.
Shakily, he drew himself out, and the sudden contrast between the thickly engorged, distended fullness of her cunt to its quivering emptiness now made her groan softly, blink her eyes, and stare blindly through the mist of tears and erotic tension at his grinning, florid face.
"Goddamn, if that wasn't a real fuck, Bobo baby!" he mouthed, straightening and exhaling a long sigh of lustful satiation. "Now you just go tidy yourself up and then go right to sleep, hear what I say? We're all even now, honey. I've even forgotten about that plate you smashed in the kitchen. Right now, you're my sweet little girl, and I'm gonna be real nice to you from now on...so long as you keep on being nice like this to your old Daddy Dan."
He chuckled, bent down and kissed her on the belly, his fingers swiftly roving over her panting creamy titties. Barbara squirmed, but found that she lacked the strength to repel him in any way. Her body was shivering as if with ague, for she had reached the point of no return, though not enough this very first initiatory time to cross the Rubicon of rut.
Squinting at her swelling titties and at the gaping, moistened lips of her twitching cunt, he chuckled knowingly and left her room.