Chapter 1
Debbie Wilson brushed a comb through her shoulder-length red hair and finally decided she was ready. She had tried on four different outfits before she had decided on what she was going to wear for her date that afternoon. She had chosen a revealing halter top and tight white shorts. It showed enough of her tanned, lush body to interest Bill, but it wasn't enough to make him lose control.
Debbie liked being attractive to her boyfriends. She was a tall girl with a shapely body. Most men and boys got that look in their eyes when she came around. She knew what they were thinking but there was no chance for them.
Debbie knew what she had to offer and she was not going to give it away cheaply. Some day some fine young man would make her a good husband. She knew exactly what type she wanted-a good-looking man with money.
Someday, the teenager was positive she would find just the man she needed.
In the meantime she would continue to tease with revealing clothes and a few make-out sessions in the front of Bill's car. She sighed as she thought of Bill. He was a good-looking man but her relationship with him would not last for much longer. He was not just after a few laughs. He was getting serious.
And Bill did not have the money to get serious with her.
Debbie bounded down the stairs after a glance at the clock. Bill would be arriving in a few minutes and Debbie thought she might sneak a beer before her date.
She would not have tried it if her mother had been home, but her mother was away and her father spent most of the time tinkering in his hobby shop. At least he did when he was not on a business trip somewhere.
Debbie had never known her father very well and she had never had a great deal of respect for him. Ralph Wilson was another of those middle-class men who had made enough to get by but never enough to have all the luxuries that Debbie would have liked.
She knew her mother had made this trip just to leave her alone with her father for a while. Her father had wanted them to get to know one another, but there was no chance of that.
Her father was so boring.
Debbie crept into the kitchen and found herself a cold beer. She had just popped the top when her father came walking in behind her. He looked shocked to see her standing there drinking a beer. He also looked shocked as he looked over the outfit she was wearing.
"Hi, Dad," she said weakly.
"Aren't you a little young for that?" he asked.
"I drink it sometimes when I'm really thirsty," she said, shrugging her shoulders to show that it was not that important. "I know that mother doesn't like it much, but she never says anything."
"Does she say anything about your clothes?"
"What about my clothes?"
"They're not covering very much."
"Don't be a prude," she said. "This is the way young people dress. I'm going on a picnic with Bill. I didn't want to wear clothes that are hot and stuffy."
"I think you'd better wear something else for your date," her father said.
She didn't like the sound of her father's voice. She had never liked being told what to do and especially by her mild-mannered middle-class father. She had always been able to bluff her mother about her clothes. She decided she would try the same tactic with her father.
"This is what I want to wear," she said. "I'm almost grown and I make my own decisions."
"Not this time," he told her.
"You stuff it," she said. "You're not going to start giving me orders just because you're here this week. I don't know you that well. You're never around."
"You'll do as I say or you won't go on the picnic," her father said.
She knew that everything was getting out of control but she was mad at him for the tone of his voice. She wasn't some servant to be ordered around. Her mother didn't use that tone.
"There's nothing you can do to stop me," she said.
It was the wrong thing to say. She had never seen her father lose his temper in her life but he lost it this time. He practically jumped over the table at her and grabbed her by her arm. The beer can spilled over the table as she tried to jump away. She had not expected him to be so quick or so fast. Her arm was twisted up behind her and she was bent almost double in pain.
"Walk to the phone!" Ralph said.
"You're hurting me!"
"Walk to the phone, damn it!"
He kept twisting her arm until she walked to the phone and called her boyfriend. She told Bill that she was not feeling well and the date was off.
"Now will you let me go?" she said.
"Not so fast. First, I'm taking you up to your room. You may talk to your mother that way but you're going to mind me."
She couldn't understand what had turned her father into an angry animal. She went upstairs with him walking close behind her, still twisting her arm.
He pushed her into her room and slammed the door shut behind her. She heard him locking the lock from outside. She hadn't even known there was a key for her door.
"You can't keep me in here," she said. "I'll get out. I'm going to call the police or I'll climb out the window. You won't keep me from getting out!"
He didn't answer. She pounded at the door. A few moments later she decided that she would climb out the window. She wouldn't be treated like this.
She had the window open and she was starting to climb out when she heard the lock being opened. She breathed a sigh. Her father had calmed down. Now he would apologize and let her go out on her date. But one look at her father's face told her that he hadn't changed his mind. He was holding a long length of rope.
"What are you going to do?" she asked.
"You're not getting away," he said.
She fought him just as hard as she could and it took him ten minutes to tie her arms to her bedposts. Then he took his time as he tied up her legs. She jerked at the knots but she couldn't get free.
"You can't do this!" she said.
"I'm doing it," he told her.
He stood up. He was breathing heavily and she was suddenly aware that he didn't look angry anymore. He was looking at her in a strange and different way. His eyes were going slowly up and down her lush body as if he had never seen her before.
"Damn, you're gorgeous," he said.
A mixture of anger and fear filled her body. Her own father could not talk to her like this. He shouldn't. He was looking at her like Bill sometimes looked at her.
"I think I'll make you more comfortable," he said. "You're going to have to spend the night like this. I'll make you comfortable."
She had never known such a feeling of helplessness. Her father was talking about making her comfortable but there was lust in his eyes. She started begging him not to do anything as he put his hands on her shoulders. She knew she didn't sound tough anymore and there were tears in her eyes.
Ralph slid his hands down her silken body and underneath her. She started struggling at the ropes again but she couldn't pull free. He unhooked her halter top. He couldn't pull her halter top off but he could slide the cups up over her creamy tits. He bared her tits easily and sat there looking at her, slowly licking his lips.
"You're repulsive," she said. "You can't do this. Don't do this to me, please."
"Damn, you're so beautiful," he said.
His hands touched her sides and then moved higher until his fingers rested underneath her tits. He slowly caressed the gently sloping mounds. Finally his hot hands cupped them.
Boys had tried to touch her tits before but she had not allowed it. She couldn't stop her father as he got his hands full of her creamy titty-flesh.
"I bet you let the boys play with these," he said.
"No, please," she whispered. She was no longer mad, just scared.
"I bet you do. You let the boys feel you up. You let them hold your naked tits and then you let them kiss you all over."
"Oh no, please," she begged.
Her father was caught in the demon of lust. He wasn't listening to her. He bent his head and licked at one pink nipple. Her nipple was already hard from her exertions but that didn't stop the sudden tingle that went up her spine.
He opened his mouth and he took her rigid nipple between his lips. He started chewing on it like a dog chewing on a bone. She closed her eyes and tried not to think about what he was doing to her.
It was hard. Her father's mouth was hot and wet. He was sucking hard at her titty-flesh and he was getting more into his mouth than she would have thought possible. At the same time he slid his hand up her silken body to play with her other tit.
"You've got to stop this," she whispered. "You're my father. This isn't right!"
He paid no attention to her. His mouth was making sucking noises. He drew his head up suddenly, letting his teeth scrape across the swollen nipple. She gasped for breath as he bit her nipple again, this time a little harder. He used his tongue on her sensitive nipple and then moved his face to her other tit.
Her hands jerked at the ropes but she couldn't get free. She was filled with fear and loathing and it wasn't just because she knew she was going to be raped. She was also afraid because she did not like what her father was making her feel.
Her father's tongue moved down her body. He kissed her trembling belly and then licked at her navel. It was different from anything she'd ever experienced. It was getting harder and harder to stay turned off. She closed her eyes and concentrated on how much she hated her father for doing this and the feelings gradually went away. She kept fighting them as her father's tongue moved to the edge of her shorts.
"You just relax, baby," her father told her.
"You're fighting so hard. Just relax!"
"You're perverted," she told him. She no longer cared if she made him angry. She was going to be raped anyway. "You're sick. I'm your daughter!"
"And you're such a luscious little piece," Ralph said.
Her father kept kissing her trembling belly while his hands slipped underneath her and gripped her shapely ass. His fingers were so hot that they seemed to burn holes through her shorts. He squeezed hard. His fingers moved to the button and zipper of her shorts.
"Oh no," she whispered. "Don't do this. Please don't do this. I'll be good from now on. Please don't do it!"
She had the feeling that she was beyond hope once he got her shorts unbuttoned. She started squirming around again but nothing was going to stop him from undoing her shorts.
He was experienced in undoing buttons and had no trouble. He also had no trouble with the zipper. He tugged it down and opened up the back of her shorts. He moved his wet mouth back up to her nipple again. All she could do was squirm. He took his hands out from under her, but now her shorts were loose enough for him to slide one hand into the front of them.
"Oh no, please," she whispered.
His fingers seemed so gentle as he slipped his hand down over her panties and between her well-shaped thighs. He turned his hand so that he could cup her pussy mound.
"Don't do that," she said. "Oh damn, you're my father. You can't do that!"
Her father laughed at her. His hand was so hot. Again she was forced to fight off the delicious sensations his hand caused inside her. This time she thought of the revenge she was going to get on him for doing this. He was going to pay!
His father's lips caught at her nipple again. He closed his teeth around her nipple and began sucking at it hard. At the same time he started pushing rhythmically with his fingers. In a few moments her pussy got wet. Her panties started getting soaked from her juice. She told herself that this was natural, and it was nothing to be ashamed of. She was not going to let him know that she enjoyed being handled like a whore.
"Why don't you stop fighting it, baby?" her father asked. "I'm going to make you love it sooner or later."
"Never, you raping bastard," she told him.
Her father laughed again. His laugh sounded lewd. He kept sucking at her titty and pushing his fingers against her cunt, and she kept fighting her feelings. She kept telling herself over and over that she hated him and she was slowly convincing herself.
Her father finally got disgusted and took his fingers out of her shorts. He got up off the bed. He looked her up and down and he licked his lips hungrily. He looked like an animal.
She hoped he was stopping, that he had somehow gotten control of himself. There was no chance of that. There was so much hunger in his eyes that she already felt raped. He went to her bedroom dresser and he took the pair of scissors from her sewing kit. He came back to the bed and began cutting off her shorts.
"I don't want to take the chance of undoing your feet," Ralph said. "Not yet."
"Please don't," she said. "Don't do this. I'll be a good person from now on. Please don't, Daddy. I'm a virgin."
"You won't be for long," he said.
The matter-of-factness of his words scared her more than anything so far. She thought of all the things she could say to stop him but there wasn't anything he would listen to. She watched in horror as he cut her shorts away and then cut through her panties. Now there was nothing to stop him from looking at her virgin pussy fringed with thick red pussy hair.
What made matters worse was the way she was tied up. She was tied with her legs separated so that her pussy was completely vulnerable for anything he wanted to do. At that moment he was looking up into the inner pink lips of her cunt. She flushed with anger and humiliation. She had never been so helpless. She had always been so completely in control. This was degrading.
"You're beautiful all over," he said. "Your pussy is fantastic-looking. It's eating pussy!"
"What would mother say?" Debbie protested.
"She'd probably say the same thing," her father said. "She's always been fond of beautiful things, and your pussy is beautiful."
Her father put his hand on her belly. His fingers slid down her body to her curly cunt-hair. He rubbed his fingers back and forth through her cunt-hairs. Again she knew that her pussy was getting wet. He was smiling at her as he smeared her pussy hairs with her own dripping juice.
"How many times have the boys played with your pussy like this?" her father asked.
"Never," she answered him. "I'm telling you the truth. I've never let a boy touch me there. I'm a virgin."
"Maybe you are a virgin," he said, "but I know you've had your clothes off with a boy before. I know boys have sucked on your tits and played with your pussy."
"Nobody ever has!" she almost screamed.
"Lying bitch," her father said. "Tell me the fucking truth!"
Debbie started to protest again but she saw her father's eyes. He did not want the truth. He simply wanted to hear her say what he wanted to hear. She didn't say anything and he grabbed her by her hair. He bent her head back until it hurt.
"Tell me the truth," he said. "Damn you, bitch. You'd better learn your place now. The truth. How many boys have had your panties off? How many have played with your pussy?"
"Lots," she lied. "Lots of boys have played with me!"
"I bet none of them did this," her father said, and his hand went down between her legs and one rough finger jabbed at her cunt. She gasped in pain as he shoved his rough finger up between the tender lips of her cunt.
"Take it, bitch," Ralph said. "Take my finger. I'm going to get you really hot and ready for my cock!"
She no longer protested. She only sobbed quietly as his big finger moved deeper into her tight pussy. He started moving his finger in and out until finally his finger slipped into her pussy a little easier. Her juices were flowing once more. She hated it because her cunt was betraying her and making it easier on him.
He stopped suddenly. He got off the bed and stood before her like some kind of demon. His eyes even looked red. He was sliding out of his shirt to reveal a heavy chest with lots of curly black hairs. He unbuckled his belt and slid his trousers down his legs. He was taking his time as if to make it worse for her. She could see the huge hard bulge in his trousers.
"You're going to love it, baby," he said. "You're going to love your daddy's big cock!"
Her eyes were frozen on his shorts. She couldn't tear them away. Her mouth felt dry. Her heart was pounding in fear. He was still grinning as he worked his shorts down and kicked out of them. For the first time she saw a man's hard cock-her own father's!
"It's so big," she said.
He looked pleased at her compliment. He kneeled down on the bed and pushed his cock against one side of her body. She couldn't seem to take her eyes off it. A choking terror filled her. She could see the swollen cockhead dotted with little blue veins. She could see the long blue veins in the side. His cockhead was dripping white cum.
Her leg felt sticky as he rubbed it up and down her body for a few moments. Her heart pounded faster as he finally rolled over and stretched out on top of her.
"Please don't," she begged him. "Please don't. I'm a virgin. Please don't do this to me!"
"Just relax, baby," he told her.
He kissed her mouth and his fat tongue pushed between her lips. She tried to fight it off but nothing helped. His tongue went down her throat. She pushed back with her own tongue but that only excited him more.
He let all of his body rest on top of her. His heavy chest mashed her tits flat. He reached down and wrapped his fingers around his cock. He moved forward until his cockhead was wedged tightly against her cunt.
"Don't, please," she whispered. "Oh, please, Daddy!"
He started pushing. A shudder went through her body. His cockhead met a lot of resistance but finally popped into her virginal, teenaged cunt.
"Oh shit, you do feel tight," Ralph groaned. "Your pussy is going to be fucking great, baby!"
She could do nothing but sob in terror and shame as her father kept pushing with his cock. He pushed until his cockhead was resting against her virgin walls. She heard him gasp in delight. He drew back a little and she knew it was about to happen.
"You sweet little pussy," he said. "I'm going to pop your sweet cherry. I'm popping it!"
She screamed as he shoved his cock hard into her pussy. His throbbing cockmeat broke her virgin walls and then slid deep inside her cunt. He came to a shuddering stop with his swollen knob feeling like it was in her belly.
"Oh no!" she moaned. "You're killing me. You've split me apart. You're killing me!"
"Shut up, bitch," he grunted. "I'm trying to control myself but your pussy is just so fucking tight. Nobody ever died from being fucked!"
Her father started fucking her with slow, deep strokes. He stretched her cunt with every thrust. His cockhead seemed to grow bigger even as he was fucking her.
"You are so fucking tight, baby," he groaned. "I've never felt pussy as tight as yours. So good. I can't control myself!"
Her father slipped his hands underneath her. He gripped her ass-cheeks tightly as he started ramming his cock into her a little harder. His cock was leaking inside her. His cum was mixing with her juices and making her cunt feel wet and sticky. Debbie had twice felt a few tingles but she kept fighting them off. Now her father was getting out of control and he was slamming as hard as he could.
"You hot little bitch," he groaned. "You sweet little bitch. I'm going to fill your fucking cunt. I'm going to fill your cunt. Shit, it's nice. Oh fuuuuck!"
His body shook all over as his hot cum started gushing into her pussy. At that moment she really knew she had been fucked. Her pussy was filling up with a man's sticky cum, her own father's cum. He kept working his cock in and out of her cunt until the last shudder went through him. He stopped with his cock deep inside her.
"Are you satisfied?" she asked angrily.
"We're just getting started, baby," he answered her. "Your mother won't be back for a week and we've got all the time in the world."
She shuddered at his words.