Chapter 6
"How many boys done fucked you a'ready?" he asked. "Don't tell me you ain't been fucked. Ah been so wrapped up in fuckin' your ma and usin' her to make me some money, ah ain't rightly paid you no attention. Well with your ma gone, aside from what ah earn from the still, ah ain't gonna have me no money lessens ah use you like I used Susan. So thass what ah'm gonna do. Since you been asleep all them nights, ah'm gonna have to give you a crash course in good fuckin' stead o' that dippy stuff you're probably doin' with the younger fellas."
Rachel was terrified. Her hand grabbed the door handle and pulled. She wanted to get out of the truck right now, but her father's hand reached out and grabbed her by the back of the neck and he pulled her right back into the truck, against him. She was aware he was mean when he go drunk, and he was halfway there, already. When she looked at his grizzled face and saw his stubbled jaw, she shuddered. The look of lust in his eyes sent chills shooting down her spine.
"No, paw," she begged. "Lemme go, huh? Ah ain't done nuthin' to rile you.. Come on, huh.. . . ! "
"Rachel, they ain't no one about to hear you iffen you yell that lovely head off," he laughed nastily. "They's just you and me, and ah think thass the way ah like it."
"But paw, why are you actin' like this?" she gasped, bending away from him on the truck seat, doing her best to avoid the hands he was lifting with the intention of undressing her delectable young body. God! He sent cold shivers through her.
"Rachel, it's a fact that in these here parts, it ain't right fer a man to have a girl child without teaching her what fuckin' is all about. Now ah'm gonna be nice about it this time, and ah'll say, le's you and I do what you been prob'ly doin' with those boys in school."
"Daddy!" she gasped. "No! Ah cain't do that. You know what maw says about what it says in the Bible. It ain't right."
"Honey, in these parts, the only right is what the head of the family says is right. Ah'm the head of the family, and since your ma and two sisters are gone, you're the only woman in the family. What's right is right, and in this case, what's right is that you should not only fuck fer me, but fer whomever ah want you to fuck fer. Why, in a few more years, yer brothers'll be ready to learn how to fuck, and ah'll 'spect you to teach "em."
"Paw, no!"
"Rachel, aside from me bein' your paw, ah'm also a lot stronger'n you. I got you with me here in this here truck. There ain't a hootin'way in hell you're gonna git away from me till I gits what ah want."
The older man obviously enjoyed the helpless look written all over the helpless girl's face.
"'Nother thing. Where the hell were you yestiddy, after school, when you shoulda been doin' the washin'? "
"Ah was over at Mr. Kelly's place," she replied.
"Was you fuckin' with old man Kelly?"
"Paw, no I was was talkin' with Manford."
'Talkin? How you spell talkin', with an F?"
He knew she had fucked for Manford. He seemed to sense it without her admitting it. This knowledge on his part seemed to cinch his determination to get some of his daughter's action and then put her to use as he had her mother.
He started up the truck again and got it moving quickly so she wouldn't have a chance to jump out. She made no attempt to move, basically because she knew that in spite of whatever Luke Kelly had promised, she had no right to impose on the man further, and if she left her pa's shack, there'd be nowhere for her to go. She had no idea where Kelly had sent her ma and her sisters. Besides, she had already decided she would stay with the man to make sure her ma and sisters got safely away.
It was obvious her pa meant to fuck her, and there really was no way for her to get out of it. He was already driving off on dirt road onto another one, one almost never used at all. He was taking her there so he'd be able to fuck her. If she yelled, no one would hear her. There was no getting away from it.
The lustfully excited older man almost had trouble finding the tiny dirt road he was seeking, another one, one that only he seemed to know about. Large trees lined the road on either side, their overhanging branches blocking the way so that progress had to be made slowly. He kept on driving until the thick growth made it impossible for him to go farther.
"Well now," he said, turning off the engine. "Here we are, Rachel, jes' you and me." He was smiling lewdly.
She sat on the edge of the seat, terrified, her full, firm thighs quivering beneath the bottom of her already too-short dress. God! She was scared, really scared. Considering how often her paw had used force on her mother, Rachel knew there was really nothing she'd be able to do to avoid what he wanted. All she had left was her tongue, and she was fairly certain she wouldn't be able to talk him out of it. Still, she had to try.
"Now honey, you gonna give yer old man some of thet there young pussy, or do I gotta get rough and force you?" he asked.
She quaked as her father's small, beady eyes roamed up and down her bare legs, lechery written all over his face.
"Ungh!" she gasped, as his hand touched the top of her bare knee. She gasped as the same hand roamed across the hem of her dress, touching her other knee, and then his fingers were trying to worm their way between her tightly clamped-together thighs.
"Come on, honey," he insisted.
"Paw, this is what they call rape," she gasped, her throat dry with fear. Ah mean, tain't right fer you to be forcin' it on me this way."
"Ah'll only force you if you ain't willin', " the man reiterated. "Now you stop actin' like some stupid, stuck-up, snobby li'l pig. You just bring that cunt over to daddy."
Her hands reached down and pried at his digging fingers, doing their best to pull them loose from the solid grasp he now had on her vulnerable softness. He squeezed her inner thighs, and she shuddered.
"No more, paw," she pleaded. "Oh, please don't do this to me."
But the man ignored her pleas, too incensed by the loss of his wife and his other daughters, plus his horny need for satisfaction. His hand continued its obscene exploration, his outstreatched finger touching the woolen cloth of the old bloomers the young girl wore, tugging the leg band open and pushing up into the oil-smeared pinkness of her tantalizing vaginal center.
"You behave rightly, and it ain't gonna hurt you none," the man whispered obscenely, rubbing his finger all the while against the opening to her wetly cringing cunt. There were holes in the crotch of her panties, so he had no trouble touching her pink flesh. "Y'know, iffn you liked it with them there kids at school, you kin bet you'll just love it when ah put it to you, honey."
"No, daddy, no . . . no . . . don't do it.. . . " she cried out, hurling herself against the door of the panel truck when she felt her father's cruelly pinching fingers digging into her vagina, hurting her as he all but tore at the soft nakedness with his fingernails.
He ripped the crotch right out of the panties, then clamped a hand flatly against her pouting labia, and he squeezed-hard. A razor-sharp cut of agony went charging through her flesh, and this compelled Rachel to open her thighs against her will. She felt that if she did part her legs, her father might loosen his grip.
"Come on, baby," he growled. "More! Wider!"
She lurched against the back of the truck seat, whimpering.
"Into the back of the truck," he commanded, and opening his own door, he dragged her out and tossed her into the rear of the panel truck. She fell on the old wooden floor, praying she wouldn't get splinters, then scrambled into a corner of the rear, looking wildly about for any chance to get away.
The wiry, grizzled man with the flat, porcine nose and the brown teeth jumped into the back of the truck with her, seizing her with one hand and grabbing an old blanket he found rolled up in the corner with the other. He unrolled the blanket along the bottom of the rear of the truck-bed.
"Now thass perfect," he laughed at his daughter. "We got us a love-bed out here in the woods."
Sunlight pushed its way through the heavily leafed trees, filtering onto the truck-bed, making little patterns of dark and light on the helpless body of the lovely young girl. Jack looked at her, lying there on the blanket spread out beneath her, taking in at a single drunken glance the small mounds of her tautly heaving, growing breasts, and the tanned look of her delightfully exposed, otherwise normally white thighs. The man shifted his weight toward his daughter, planting the hand that had tightly gripped her arm against the smooth pink flesh of her exposed and cringing vagina, flicking pieces of her panties aside.
The helpless young girl found herself gasping, jerking from the overpowering impact of the touch of the man she had always believed was her father, but his other hand once again gripped her throat, this time from the front, preventing her from moving.
"Ghhhhhhh uuuuhhhhh ggghhh!! Daddy, lemmeee go! This is wrong. Ah don't wanna do this with you."
"Well, that don't mean too much, now does it, Rachel?" he teased. "After all, what really counts is what ah wanna do, and fuckin' you is what ah wanna do. Ah been lookin' at you ever since you been a li'l gal, thinkin' when you get really ripe, ah'd make good use of you. Ah wasn't gonna let some other hillbilly come and take you off and marry you while you was still too young. Hell, no! All that mattered was you growin'up enough to be really juicily fuckable. Granted you still ain't quite ripe, but ah guess you'll have to do. Besides, mah tastin' the fruit of you now ain't gonna keep you from fully ripenin', is it!"
Struck by the total helplessness of her situation, the gasping young girl fell back, her body automatically jerking once again when she felt his slightly obscene prodding. He was not only touching her vagina, but his hands were roaming over the smoothness of her buttocks. They were full-fleshed and round. Without warning, the man, grinning in triumph, yanked the panties down, what was left of them since he had torn out the crotch. He pulled them down around her ankles, and off. They fell off to the side of the truck-bed.
"Daddy, no, don't do this," Rachel gasped, staring down in horror at her own defenseless nakedness under her dress, doing her best to cover the lint on her pelvis with her hands.
But no matter what she did, it was useless. His hands seemed to be everywhere at one.
"Ah ain't gonna bother takin' off your dress," he told her. "Your tits ain't big enough to play with yet, so ah'll concentrate jest on your cunt, honey."
He took his hand from her neck and slid that one under her dress, as well, pushing it up around her waist, exposing the nakedness of her beautiful lower body. He squeezed the globes of her asscheeks and then tugged on them, as if trying to pull them apart.
"Now y'all tell me," he laughed, gloatingly. "Jest what did you and that Manford do when you was together? Did he suck that sweet li'l pussy of yours? Or maybe he taught you how to do a li'l cocksucking.
Thass somethin' ah'm gonna teach you good when the time comes."
Rachel refused to answer. There was nothing for her to say without making things worse. She turned her head away so she wouldn't have to look at her father's sniggering face. She whimpered, resigned to what was about to happen. Though she had known this would happen when she had made her agreement with Luke Kelly it hadn't occurred to her what a horrible ordeal she would have to undergo. It was awful, and terrible as it was, she had no choice but to submit to this man's brutish treatment of her, making her better understand why her mother had jumped at the chance to get away from Jack. As part of the agreement, her mother had been told by Luke that she, Rachel, and also been helped to get away, but to somewhere else. She knew her mother would not have gone, otherwise.
Perhaps the worst thing .about all this was the remembrance of how her mother had become excited when Zeke Weiss had handled her. Rachel hadn't known her father had given the woman an aphrodisiac, and assumed her mother's arousal had stemmed from being handled by the men. Now she feared she too would become aroused and accept whatever it was her father wanted to do to her, learning to like it.
Jesus help her! She had already discovered what it was like to have an orgasm, and she knew she liked the feeling immensely. But at the time her feeling had been predicated on the fact that her climax had been brought about by a male she liked. She knew better than to think a Kelly would consider marrying her, but it didn't stop her from liking Manford. Holding out against such feeling with Jack seemed impossible, even if she detested him.
The man's hands coursed up the tenderness of her tantalizingly widespread thighs and rested just below the puffy lips of her fearfully quivering vaginal lips, the hands seemed to wait for an eternity before the man once again began stroking the moistly trembling vaginal flesh.
The terror stricken young girl shuddered at her father's horrible touch, her body tensing, but the man continued circling his fingers over the pinkly glistening folds of her tantalizing pussy. After a moment he used his two thumbs to spread the heatedly pulsating lips of her lovely cunt and expose the turgid little bud of her vacillating clitoris, awakening the tiny pleasure nodule to immediate, upstanding, vibrant erection.
Rachel gasped but forced herself to remain unmoving, trying hard to stay silent, knowing she had no choice but to allow her father to continue with his perverse ministrations. Since she wanted to get this nightmare over with as quickly as possible, it would be foolish for her to struggle any further. It was obvious Jack seemed to enjoy prolonging this tantalizing process, thinking it was painful for her, yet also knowing how much she would enjoy it.
"Rachel-baby," he croaked, hoarsely. "You got nothin' to gain by fightin' you old paw. Ah ain't really so bad as you might think, and iff n you relax and let yerself go, you'll come to like it."
As he spoke his fingers continued their maddening assault on her cunt, probing her warmly opening, sucking vaginal flanges while he slid his other hand down between her softly resilient asscheeks, reaching for, finding, and fingering her asshole, as well. Yee-up! She kept the little prune-shaped opening nice and clean, jest like her maw.
Rachel tried to stifle a throaty gasp as her tingling vaginal mound began involuntarily rising toward his lasciviously probing fingers. Straining, she tried stifling the thrilling delights and salacious sensations that spread from her wetly trembling vaginal area, but there was no way for her to contain her emotions.
Her body was once again starting to feel thrills, thrills she had felt with Manford, and she was fast discovering one didn't have to love a man in order to love what he was doing to her. She was desperate now, because she realized how much she would come to like what her father was doing to her, and it was wrong.
"No, paw, no!" she begged, "don't do this to me."
"Ah'm doin' it to you, Rachel-baby," the man replied, moving closer to her on the blanket-covered flat-bed of the paneled truck.
He straddled her spread legs as his hands continued teasing and taunting the warm, wet pinkness of her slowly undulating vagina. She was succumbing to him, and both of them knew it.
"Ah wantcha to reach into mah overalls and pull out mah cock, Rachel," her father told her. "Y'll see, this ain't no piddlin' li'l pecker, but a real man-sized cock."
Rachel didn't know why, but a shudder of excitement suddenly went charging through her quivering body. In the very pit of her belly she felt an overpowering arousal that seemed to enhance itself at his demand. Yes, there was no doubt about the fact that she was one of those people who liked sex for itself. True, it would be even better if she loved the man she was with, but even hating the man, she still liked sex for itself.
Rachel used every last little bit of willpower to fight the unwanted feeling of inner sensuality taking control of her, but it was obvious the walls of resistance were already crumbling as he coursed his hands over her wamly pulsating vaginal lips, teasing them all the more. She felt the thrillingly soft ripples of rapturous delight continually spreading through her helpless young body. It was a pleasure so totally beguiling that she relaxed the straining of her widely parted thighs. Like some mindless love-slave, she rose toward her grinning father, stretched out one hand, and obediently began stroking the thickly swelling bulge at the center of his groin beneath his overalls.
Despite her overwhelming sense of strong humiliation, the helpless Rachel Kane unbuttoned the brass buttons covering her father's fly-front. He wore no undershorts, so she had no problem reaching in and finding the hot, hard length of his rigid staff. It was heatedly pulsating, leaping up and down in her hand. There was no greasiness or oiliness in the hairs on his pelvis, so she assumed that when he had taken her brothers fishing, they had also done some swimming in the creek. She was grateful for that much.
His hard cock seemed to swell even more in the glove-like tightness of her small hand. She squeezed, tentatively in the beginning while she used her other hand to undo the rest of his buttons on his overalls, eventually pulling them down. When she had his overalls below his knees, she reached out and grabbed the pulsing cock all over again. Gawd! It was so huge! It was just as long as Manford's, but it was a whole lot thicker, that was for sure. He was standing in the truck so that his cock was mere inches from her eyes, the head stretched tightly, shining with oils that seeped from the tip.
"Now honey, ah wantcha t'take off yer dress by yerself," her father told her. "Not so much 'cause I'm hungry fer your tits, but jest to show me you'll do what ah say from now on."
She squeezed his cock all the more tightly in her hand, but with her other hand began undoing the two buttons in front of her dress. Then she pulled it over her head, revealing that since her father had torn her panties from her, she had nothing on underneath.
"Damn!" the man muttered, looking at her totally naked body. "Mebbee your tits ain't fully growed yet, but when they do git there, they're gonna really be two big handfuls."
He stepped out of his overalls and then lay down beside Rachel. In his own perverted mind she was definitely his daughter, and so it made this lascivious play that much more intriguing to him.
Rubbing his front against that of his daughter, Jack began a slow grinding motion with his pelvis against the lovely younger girl's defenselessly upturned loins. He rubbed the swollen head of his oil cock against the heatedly moistened lips of her automatically throbbing and responding cunt. The turgidly pulsating head traced a tantalizing path of sensation up and down the wet, hair-lined pussy slit of the younger girl, probing at it until the deliciously wet layers of satiny cuntal flesh slowly parted and the long, ultra-sensitive under-ridge of his fleshy cock, the part through which the urethra ran, fitted itself snugly into her tantalizingly receptive furrow.
"Hot damn, honey, but that sweet little split of yours sure feels might good," Jack told her.
He began grinding his stiffly throbbing hard-on slowly and steadily against her shuddering body, sliding his stone-solid penis up and down in the seething center of her vaginal crevice, provoking a heatedly glowing sensation that tingled salaciously from the tip of her upstanding little clitoris through the swollen lips of her cunt, and up into her dilating and contracting inner passage, making her realize how hungry that inner corridor was to once again swallow a penis.
As the wildly thrilling and inciting pleasure in her body continued to mount, Rachel slowly but surely felt herself succumbing to her father's erotic probing. She rationalized away all her hate for him, no longer thinking about her need to struggle. Ummmmm! Yesssss! It felt good, really good. It didn't matter who he was. All that counted was that he had the necessary equipment to make her feel that heightened sensory climax that would surely come at the end of all this.
The thrilled and helpless young girl felt all kinds of wonderfully ecstatic sensations continuing to break down the fortress of her fear. She felt herself slowly, against her will, being thrust into a deep, dark sensuality, different from the one she had enjoyed with Manford when she had been in control of things, yet no less tantalizing. It embraced every quivering inch of her nakedly undulating, tempting youthful body. She wasn't able to understand why these feelings should happen to her with her own father, and she no longer tried to think them out. This being used by her father for his own satisfaction was totally debasing, yet it thrilled her. She was too aroused to resist him and what he wanted.
Even so, because her mind told her to do it, Rachel fought, though rather feebly, against the torment of the blood-engorged penis rubbing itself against the fiery hot slash between her thighs. The titillating hardness was like a cattle prod, but instead of driving her away from it with its touch, it seemed to attract her. She knew the ultimate moment of their joining, and thus her father's victory, was only seconds away. Shortly now, he would lance the full length of his burgeoning shaft of steel, masculine flesh into the center of her shuddering belly.
"Oh no, no, no, no, no," she softly wept. "For God's sake, paw . . . don't do it to me.. . " she begged, groaning as she stared at her father's hungry face, a face that was pressing firmly against her own cheek.
Near total despair now, aware there was no way for him to be staved off, she was suddenly aware of the movement of her own hips, a circular movement that betrayed what she really wanted, letting her daddy know her real inner desires as her loins rotated whorishly around the cock whose full length lay along the slit of her soft cunt-a cunt voraciously aroused to greater intensity than her mind would have believed. Slowly, of their own volition, her knees lifted themselves and her calves snaked around his buttocks until they were locked into place against his back. The hair on the front of his thighs teased against the tender, soft-fleshed backs of her loins. The hairs merely intensified the lewd sensations she felt in her erotically tingling cunt as charges of lust ran rampantly through her.
Groaning at her own inner defeat, realizing she needed her father's cock at this point, the lovely young girl hooked her heels behind the older man's knees, and with a low, primitive sound of bestial hunger, her slender arms snaked around his neck as she knew her mother's arms must have done the countless times Susan had protested loudly at what Jack was doing to her. Then she tugged his mouth firmly against hers.
"Ummmmmmmm!" she mewled, tasting the harsh corn liquor on his breath as she kissed his passion-contorted face.
Delighted by his oldest daughter's final surrender, the older man jammed his tongue into her mouth and was pleased to feel her greedily sucking on it. Soft, erupting sounds of contentment escaped through the hot juncture of their joined lips.
Rachel gyrated her achingly starved young pussy in continually impatient and grinding thrusts solidly against the stiffening lengthiness of her father's hard cock, trying to draw it into her quivering vagina with a single stroke.
"Ooooooh! she mewled beneath him, sucking again on his tongue and then burning her lips against his as his mouth took total mastery over her.
Slowly the man pulled his mouth away from the young girl's lips and looked down at the smallish swells of her hobbling breasts. He had to admit he was enjoying the sight of them a lot more than he had initially believed he would, and he also enjoyed the sounds of gasping cries coming from her throat every whimpering second.
"Okay, duaghter," he said to her. "You ready for a good cock?"
"Oh yessssssss . . . daddddddyyyyyy . . . yes . . . yes . . . do it to meee . . . now!" she whispered to him, her mind as well as her body totally out of control and in need of sexual satisfaction.
The man reached down between their perspiration-streaked bodies and grasped the barrel of his throbbing penis, positioning it so that the tip was pressed against the narrow little opening of her vagina.
"Come on, baby, tell daddy just what it is you want him to do."
"Daddy . . . ohhhhhhh . . . please . . . come on ahead and fuck me. Shove that big ol' cock into my li'l ol' cunt."
The beautiful girl was more than ready, and Jack knew to wait any longer would be foolish. Strike while the iron was hot.
As though his cock were some kind of guided missile, he moved it into firing position, rubbing the bloated rubbery tip of his masculine hardness between her inner lips, pushing it gently into the narrow interstice, nuzzling it into the vulva that would soon spread to give it total admission. He paused for a long, long moment, rotating the penile head around and around in the narrow little opening, pushing, pushing, until slowly but surely the cuntal mouth opened, giving way to his penile masculinity. With a single smooth thrust of his hips, the man hurled his long, thick cock forward, and the burgeoning length sluiced its way warmly into the sucking depths of her hungrily clenching vaginal repository. Rachel groaned, her lips spasmodically contorting, her tongue leaping out and feverishly playing over her dry lips.
"Uuuuunnnnhhhh . . . yesssssssss . . . do it!" she gasped, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy as the entire thickness of his penis moved deeper and deeper into her, widening her elastic tunnel, creating discomfort but giving even greater thrills at the same time. Deeper, deeper, deeper the thick penis went, not stopping until his balls slapped against the upturned cheeks of her ass. Her jerking vagina opened wetly for him as the impact of his heedless thrust drove her fervently shuddering young thighs even farther apart.
The gigantic length and thickness of her father's organ was much greater than it looked, and Rachel felt it filling her totally, completely. It clogged every last little bit of her cuntal interior, and all the juices manufactured by the membranes in her vaginal walls washed all over the penis, oiling it from top to bottom. Her vaginal lips clung to it tightly, sucking on it, nursing as it were, forcing her tightly fitting vaginal passage that much wider than she had ever thought it would ever extend itself.
Flat on her back in the rear of the truck, the lovely young girl gurgled up at her father, her sexual conqueror, suddenly wanting him to fuck her to the point of actual pain. She wanted to feel every ounce of her own whorishness hurled right back into the greediness of her squeezing cunt. She had told Luke Kelly she wasn't a whore. Well, she was wrong. She was very much a whole, and if Kelly were to see her now her would know the absolute truth. Here she was, lying supine, with her own father's cock filling her cunt, making her feel thrills she would never have imagined possible, not because she loved the man, but because he had such a thick, wonderful prick. He was succeeding with her as she had hoped Manford would. Perhaps it was because this time her father was doing all the work.
With each wheezing grunt and smarting slam of his lean but flabby body against the smooth, flat plane of her wantonly undulating young belly, Rachel came to better understand her own inner sluttishness and the abysmal depths to which she had sunk. She was wallowing in this degradation, loving every last little bit of it. Yes, this was a feeling she had not had with Manford, nor would she ever be likely to have such feelings, because she seemed to be enjoying the actual fact that she was committing sin. It had taken her smelly, lecherous father to make her feel these things. She wondered if she would feel them with Luke Kelly, as well. Rachel was well aware that one of the reasons he had agreed to let her stay home when he had helped her mother leave her father was his own lecherous desire to eventually fuck her. Sooner or later she would be putting out for him, too. It was part of the agreement they had originally made.
"Fuck me, daddy, fuck me," she gasped into his face. "Fuck me hard and fuck me long," she groaned, her voice in her own ears sounding strange and depraved as she dug her short-nailed fingers into the taut flesh of her father's smoothly gyrating buttocks moving with ease as he continued pistoning his cock in and out of her cunt, now.
Jack gloated with licentious glee. Shee-itt! She was better than he would have believed. He should've been fucking her and selling her cunt years before this.
The older man pivoted up on his knees and elbows above the crazily thrashing body of his young and lovely daughter. He arched himself over her, permitting her to move her body, lifting and lowering her cunt, letting it nibble and suck its way up and down the full length of his thickly pulsating, immobile cock. Yes, he had her, because she was the one doing all the work, while he remained motionless. She was worth ten of her mother. Hell! This one wouldn't need any aphrodisiacs from the swamp witch. This one had the kind of cunt he had always ached for, himself. But more important, when he used her on Wednesday nights, he wouldn't settle for two bucks from each of the fifty men who had fucked his wife last week. This time he would ask for five dollars a head. Shee-itt! She was worth every bit of it.
"Yessss.. . " Rachel gasped. Her voice strained with erotic tension. "Ohhhhh . . . daddddyyyyyy . . . fuck me . . . fuck me . . . fuck me just like that and don't stop! God! You have a wonderful cock!"
The stubble faced man moved his hands lower on his daughter's body, his hands cupping themselves beneath her frantically churning asscheeks. He grasped one painfully in each hand, squeezing the buttocks and crushing them. The little bitch had reacted more strongly than he had imagined, and she was fucking all the faster because of it. He figured she must have learned a thing or two from those boys she screwed with, especially that Kelly boy. He smiled because of the way the girl continued reacting, each moan of hers a passionate gasp of service acceptance. Hell! He didn't care how good those damn kids were, none of them was good enough to bring his daughter to this level of arousal and excitement that the begging girl was displaying at this particular moment.
The wantonly shameless and thrilling taut young girl was flexing and relaxing the smoothness of her nakedly round buttocks beneath her father's squeezing fingers. The man jerked her ruthlessly impaled young pussy all the harder against his lust-engorged cock.
As he continued squeezing and fondling her tantalizingly smooth, creamy white buttocks, buttocks so different in shade from her tanned thighs, letting the resilient flesh ooze through his fingers like white bread dough, he slowly, carefully slid one hand methodically toward the crevice between her buttocks, reaching for the narrow aperture of her anus. He rested his outstretched middle finger in the narrow fistula, feeling it open and close with the delightfully rhythmic movement of her sweet body. Her gyrating buttocks tensed under his squeezing hands when his fingertip nudged itself against the forbidden little opening. She gasped, rotating her body, and then, as he prepared to thrust his finger into her rectum, she unexpectedly thrust her body straight down, her lasciviously churning asscheeks thrilling impaling themselves on the fiery finger, sucking it into her narrow little rectum.
With a sudden thrusting stab, the man pushed the middle finger deeper into the tightness of the prune-like little pucker. He enjoyed the sensation of her soft, rubbery flesh yielding before his driving attack.
"Ghhhhhaaaaa-hhhhhaaaannnnngggg hhhhh!" she moaned, her mouth wide open and subject to the pro-bings of his tongue as she thrashed her convulsively pumping buttocks around and around in his cupping hands until, with a moaning groan, she stiffened, waiting.
"Fuck me, damn you to hell!" the man stared at the young girl, slamming his hard cock vibrantly into her narrow inlet, filling her feminine cupola with cock with such force, her rectum was forced to swallow the entire length of his finger. He had his hand in up to the palm, and he moved the finger in and out with the same expertise his cock used in sliding through her shuddering cunt.
Scarcely able to believe how far he was getting this first time with a young girl who supposedly didn't know as much as her mother, the man wormed his long finger around and around in the narrowness of her rectal tube. Each time it touched the membrane separating cunt from rectum, he was able to feel the corded hardness of his own cock pumping in and out of the sucking narrowness of her sweet pussy. His cock also felt his finger.
The young daughter continued rotating the firmness of her fully rounded buttocks, enjoying the sensation as she slammed back onto his upward-driving finger while gasps of pain and pleasure bubbled from her lust-contorted lips. She thrust her heatedly palpitating pussy up and down continuously along the steaming length of his masculine monorail. The deliciously obscene coinciding of the dual invasion pinioned the lovely girl so firmly that each powerful thrust and withdrawal sent her naked torso into new whirlings of hot, lust-incited fury.
"Aaaaaannnnnnhhhhh . . . . Godddd . . . Ohhhhhh . . . so good . . . so good . . . so good, keep on fuckinnn-ng.. . " she loudly groaned, sounding as if she were in some kind of anguish as her father thrust another finger into the narrowness of her nether hole, stretching it a bit more.
Her flaming vaginal passageway was alive with bubbling froth, and depraved pleasure filled her again and again while the rubbery depths of her tender rectum continued to lovingly grip his two driving fingers as they fucked in and out in salacious synchronization to the way his cock moved in her cuntal cistern.
Jack lifted his head so he was able to better see his lovely daughter's contorted features. God! She looked fabulous! This was something he wouldn't have missed for the world, this sudden and total humiliating surrender of this little prude who always walked around the house hiding her nakedness-her entire salacious being his to command at this moment. Yes, she was squirming and wriggling beneath him, twisting like some of those damn painted women whom he had seen when he had gone to Little Rock, last year. Yeah, she'd put those damned whores to shame. All this because of the way he was using his cock and his fingers inside her. It gave the man an exhilarating sense of power. There'd be no need to use the black widow on this one. Shee-itt! All he had to do was show his cock, and she'd be so on fire and ready to be fucked, it'd be fabulous. Then he'd have her fucked by his buddies, and he'd really make himself a fortune. Shee-ittt! Now he was more sorry than ever that the other two girls had gone with their mother. He sure could've used their cunts.
Well hell! One thing was certain, and that was the little miss beneath him now was showing one helluva lot more passion than her mother ever displayed, even after he'd filled her fulla that drug the other night.
"Aaaannnhhh! Fuck me deeper, daddy, deeper, yeah . . . keep fucking me, paw . . . shove that hot cock allaway into me!" she begged, gasping as if she were close to death.
Wet smacking sounds continued reverberating loudly through the open air as the two of them met, belly to belly, the sound echoing back to them as if bounced off the nearby trees. It filled Rachel's consciousness as though she were an outside watching all this rather than actually taking part. She felt a world apart, hazily aware of the total depravity she seemingly was enjoying, yet knowing that the depravity made her feel so much more strongly the sensations running rampantly through her quivering body. She was enjoying debauchery in spite of her mother's warning about its evils, and now Rachel began to wonder just how bad sex was. Even though her father had to be wrong in insisting on fucking her this way, her mother might very well be wrong in her prudish outlook on sex.
Rachel's sensual young body was slick and soaking with heavy perspiration. Her throat was sodden with moisture, and her quivering little breasts shone brightly. The smooth plane of her delightfully rippling belly and the sloping folds of her greedily clenching vaginal labia were aflame with liquid passion that seemed to spill in an unending flow from the bubbling depths of her vagina. With each slap of his sperm-filled testicles against her perineum and her obscenely churning asscheeks, the young girl felt more of the heavy secretions pulsing out of her. In her mind she was able to visualize every licentious detail of this obscene pummeling of her delightfully naked formher father's two extended fingers sinking themselves far into the tightly stretched little pucker of her narrow rectum, prevented from touching his spearing cock by the strip of flesh separating the two channels. Her body thrust itself back and forth, first on the cock, then on the fingers, and she felt as if she were a stuck pig as she squealed with unutterable delight
"Do it, paw, do it.. . keep on fucking me . . . front and rear, front and rear," she chanted dementedly into his ear as his grizzled face rubbed its whiskers against the softness of her cheeks.
Rachel was near her orgasm now, and she raised the circling clutch of her thighs higher around his back, causing her hollowed buttocks to wave with uncontrolled and wanton abandon, jerking madly from side to side as she convulsing cunt twisted and turned itself in an uncontrollable spiral around the throbbing lance of his ramrodding cock. In and out, in and out.
She gasped, then her body stiffened, her eyes rolling back in her head as she gasped out her lust to him, letting him know their sexual confrontation had been a total success.
"PAAAAWWWWW . . . YYYYY AAA NNNNNGGGH-HH-HH-HH . . . I'MMMMMMMM . . . UUUUUUNNNNNNHHHHHHH . . . HHHHH NNNNN HHHHHHH . . . OMMMMMMM IIIIII
NNNNNN FFFFF . . . FFFFF HHHHH NNNFFFH-H-HH PPPPPPP-FFF-HHH-H-UUUUNNN FFFFFHHHH!"
The sound burst from her mouth as she locked her slim ankles in a death grip high up behind the laboring back of her father.
Her lovely, nakedly thrashing young buttocks shook and arched high, and she wrapped an arm around her daddy's neck, pulling his face that much closer to her own. Rachel was aware of the wetly contracting muscles in her cunt spasming repeatedly, moving with an uncontrolled fury, the pulsating lips of her fulfilled vagina gripping his cock as if it were a fist, trying to squeeze the white juices out of his shuddering body. The hot orgasmic oils spewed down her wide-split crevice, her buttocks squirming again and again as the oil made them shine with desire. More of the fluid spurted from her cunt and washed over his balls, making the scrotum tighten even more as the testes within swelled to ever greater size. Her ass slammed down solidly against the fingers he was thrusting into her rectum.
The complete and total abandonment of the lovely girl in the throes of her orgasm started a flaringly aching pressure in the loins of the grizzled Jack. That familiar tingling was starting to build in his balls, but more strongly than before, and he felt them expanding, ready to burst from the scrotum containing them. He gripped the thrashing young girl's convulsively straining asscheeks and squeezed them with a violent strength, drawing her up in mid-air and feeling her entire body cringe into itself as great gasps of passion began spewing from Jack's coughing throat.
"JEEEESUS CHRIST . . . SON OF A BITCH . . . FUCK . . . FUCK . . . FUCK . . . OH YEAH . . . RACHEL . . . BABBBBYYYYY . . . YOU HAVE THE HOTTEST CUNT . . . YYYYYAAAGGGHHHHH!" he bellowed, his face twisting, his complexion flushed as his climax tore through his shuddering frame. His strokes increased to maximum thrust, his pelvis smacking like a flat, hard board against her fluttering pink pussylips as the rush of his geysering sperm shot from the burning head of his finally draining cock, exploding in the teeming depths of his daughter's totally vanquished vagina.
The two satiated people lay side by side under the trees, hidden from the world, the man on top of the girl, both panting, both waiting to return to the world of reality, yet neither really wanting to do so.