"Daddy!" cried out Brandy, shocked at seeing his father. He had seen everything. And she realized how startled Larry was, too. The youth had turned a pasty white and his cock had gone down, fast.
"Get the hell out of that car, you little slut!" the man screamed. His voice carried through the neighborhood, wrecking the calm night. "I said move that waggling ass of yours and I mean now!" He ripped the car door open hard and fast he grabbed her wrist and yanked her out. She protested, as the pain shot all the way up her tortured arm.
"Wait a minute, Mr. Lawrence. You can't…" began Larry. He was silenced by an openhanded slap across his face. The ringing from the slap refused to go away.
"I'll do anything I want – and you can get the hell out of here, you cheap hustler. You can't do such disgusting things to my daughter and get away with it. I won't let you."
"I didn't do anything she didn't want," the youth protested. But he saw the uselessness of arguing. The man was totally drunk and turning more and more violent as he raged. Larry quickly slipped into the front seat of his car, getting his pants tangled around his ankles. He keyed the car to life and roared off, still half-naked.
"Go fuck a cow, you scummy motherfucker!" screamed Mr. Lawrence. "And don't ever let me see you again!"
"Daddy, please, you're hurting me," Brandy protested. The man's grip on her wrist tightened to the point where she was positive he was going to break bones. No amount of struggling would get him to release her.
"You little cunt. How dare you do such a thing with a piece of shit like that?"
"Larry's okay," she weakly protested; "And I didn't do anything wrong. It's natural. I'm human and I've got needs. It's you who're being disgusting. Why can't you butt out of my life?"
He slapped her. The girl thought her head would burst from the impact. She felt the outline of his fingers coming into bold, red relief on her soft skin. Rubbing the hurt, she looked up at her father with hatred in her eyes. He had meddled in her private life once too often.
She didn't know if other fathers took the interest in their daughters' lives that this man took in his. She didn't much care. Brandy was fed up with him dictating when she had to be in from her dates, telling her how to act, ordering her around more like she was a slave than his daughter.
"You disgust me," she snapped. "You're drunk again, aren't you? You think you're so superior, and yet you go out and get stinking drunk every night of the week. I don't know how Mom stands you. I hate you!"
He slapped her again.
The pain brought back all the terrible things he had done to her in the past. He had kept her from going to the Junior Prom because he thought her date was a fag. Brandy had cried bitterly all night long over that, not knowing how to apologize to her date. She had let the youth fuck her to make it up to him. She knew he wasn't a queer, but she couldn't tell her father that. The teenager had had long hair. That was good enough for her father.
And worst of all was the time her father had followed her on a date. She had gotten a date with a college student and had gone to his fraternity house. The idea of being among real men, grownups as compared to the kids running around her thigh school, had turned her on in a big way.
They'd served beer and wine and even some hard liquor at the party. When dope had come out, she had felt like a woman of the world. But her father had burst in and pulled her out. She had been so humiliated that she had never even tried to call her college friend to explain. Brandy didn't know how she possibly could. And it had gotten worse after that.
Her father had followed her everywhere. But her mother had finally convinced him that Brandy was eighteen and old enough to take care of herself without any parental intervention.
That signaled Brandy's running wild. She felt the intense sexual longings in her young cunt explode. She couldn't get enough cock then. She would fuck anyone who slowed down long enough to get a hard-on. The girl didn't care who it was either.
She had had brief affair with the high school coach, but he had tired easily. He wasn't half the stud he thought he was. The blonde teenager had dumped him for the student body president, who was as good a cocksman as he told all the chicks. Brandy had enjoyed being with him, being seen with him, sucking his cock, anything. As long as the was with him, she had some prestige.
Brandy could keep him sexually satisfied and he would allow her to bask in his glory.
He had dumped her for the Homecoming Queen. But Brandy didn't mind that much. She was slowly discovering that no one man was enough to keep her sexually sated. She needed more and more cock. The freer the rein her father gave her, the hornier she got.
Randy Brandy, they called her around the school, and with good cause. She had fucked just about every desirable male, getting half the football team at one practice. She had walked bowlegged for a week after that – and she still wanted more cock shoved up her hot little cunt.
She needed sex like a junkie needs dope. The girl simply wasn't able to satisfy her rampaging desires. That was one reason she had accepted the date with Larry. He wasn't all that good, but his cock was thick and be could fuck enough to get her off.
Brandy tried to pull her skirt over her naked cunt to cover up in front of her drunken father as he jerked her along to the house.
"You little bitch. How dare you shame me like that?"
"Shame you? Why you drunken hypocrite!" she screamed. "How could I possibly shame you? You're already the worst possible human being in the world! You're a cheap drunk! All I was doing was enjoying sex. Is that so wrong, wanting to fuck?"
"Don't talk dirty," he said, his voice suddenly cold and menacing. She looked into his eyes. The girl hardly knew what to do. As long as he was acting drunk, she could handle him – after a fashion. This was new and deadly.
"You're hurting me," she repeated, hoping to get rid of whatever horrible thoughts were running through his crazed mind.
"You're a real cunt, aren't you? You spread for every stud in that perverted high school you go to. You even put out for the faggots, like that one you wanted to go to the prom with. You'll fuck anything that comes along, but you won't even give your father a little kiss."
He moved closer to her. She flinched, trying to avoid him.
"Just one little kiss. You can't tell your dear old dad that his loving little girl won't give him one little kiss."
He was slobbering on her now. She fought to get away but he was too strong for her. His weight carried her to the ground. He forced his mouth against hers, kissing her with wet juicy slobbers.
"You're disgusting!" she cried.
He slapped her. Then he began dragging her to the house, his fingers laced through the thick lustrous mane of her long blonde hair. She cried out, but couldn't get away.
"I'll show you what's disgusting. I'm going to show you what a real man can do. No more of these cheap studs you pick up when you go out. This is going to be the real thing."
"Daddy, no!" she screamed, trying to get her hair out of his hands. It felt as if he were pulling her scalp off. "You can't do this to me!"
"The hell I can't, little girl! I'll show you what you've been missing. Your old dad's going to show his fuck crazy cunt of a daughter what it means to take a real man's cock into her cunt."
Brandy's mind began moving in slow motion. Everything around her moved so slowly she wondered if this might not be a bad dream. But it was no nightmare. No nightmare had ever felt this real. The pain in her wrist where he had grabbed her out of the car kept her aware of everything.
The jerking on her hair sent agony lacing down into her neck. And the crazed look on the drunk's face told the blonde teenager that her father wasn't going to stop until he had fucked her. It didn't take much imagination to guess what would happen next.
The young girl tried to keep her knees pressed together.
"That won't do any good, you cheap little whore. I'm going to fuck that cunt until you beg me to stop. And then I'll do it some more. You're gonna be sorry you shunned me all these years. I'm going to teach you good, you little bitch!"
The girl couldn't believe her ears. The man was drunk, raving mad, but he was sober enough to make sense. She felt his frustration, his rage, and it was all directed against her. Somehow, that took some of the fight out of her. And that was her downfall.
The man's brawny hands dipped between her fleshy thighs and pushed them wide apart. She cried out. Struggling again, she fought him the best she could it simply wasn't good enough.
"Look at that blonde-rimmed pussy of yours," he gloated. "How many cocks have been in it? A hundred? A thousand? It doesn't matter. There's going to be one more fucking that manhole and it's going to be mine. Right now!"
She tried to kick him. That was a big mistake. He easily trapped her leg under his left arm and lifted her ass off the floor. She had lost what little leverage she had possessed. He dropped to his knees, keeping her leg firmly pulled in under his arm. In this position, he could ram his hips directly forward and thrust his cock into his daughter's cunt.
Brandy was more frightened than she had ever been before in her life. A couple of friends of hers at school had been raped. They had tried to tell her how awful it was. She didn't think their story could possibly be as bad as the one she would have to tell.
They weren't raped by their very own father.
"Good little cunt just hungering for real cock. Well, cunt, here it is!"
She watched in horror as he ran his zipper down the track. The metallic hiss sounded loud in the stillness of the night. His cock leaped out, racehorse eager, she couldn't take her eyes off the pulsing purple knob. It drew her attention like a snake hypnotizes a bird. She didn't want any part of this rape and yet she knew that somewhere, deep down inside, she was asking for it just as her father had said.
"Please, Daddy, don't do this!" she pleaded, her voice weak and trembly. The girl knew she couldn't escape his clutches. The man was too strong. Hanging onto her leg as he was doing insured that she wasn't going anywhere.
And that cock!
It touched lightly on her blonde furred cunt. The touch was electric. She arched her back and groaned as he began rubbing the head of his cock up and down her cuntlips. He managed to push aside the swollen cunt lips and run his cock along the juicy gash.
"You're wet!" he accused. "That means you want my cock. You slut!"
She moaned softly, trying to put what she felt into words and failing. The more the blonde tried to control herself, the worse it got.
She was going to be raped and that was all there was to it. She tried to relax. The old saying about "if rape is inevitable, then lay back and enjoy it," was so easy to say. The girl found it impossible to follow the advice. She struggled harder. And this only spurred her father on.
"You love it, don't you, you stupid cunt? You want your old man's cock fucking you!"
"Daddy, please!"
And then she screamed. He found her cunt hole and plugged it full of hard needful cock. Her cunt was wet but it wasn't properly lubricated for his sudden entry. It felt as if he were tearing her apart. She simply knew she was ripped and torn and bleeding to death.
"You're hurting me! You're killing meeeee!"
"The hell I am. I'm buried balls deep in the tightest cunt I ever felt. Imagine that. After all those guys fucking you cross-eyed, you still got a tight cunt. My daughter's got a tight cunt!"
And then he got into the rape. He pulled out of her clinging cunt, the movement as bad as his sudden penetration of her unwilling cunt. She thought he was pulling her guts out with the suction formed inside her fuck-tunnel. A lewd smacking noise sounded and she felt immediate relief as the vacuum in her cunt was broken. But the relief didn't last long. He rammed back in, grinding and crushing his bush into hers.
She moaned louder, but this time it wasn't as much with pain as it was arousal. The girl hated herself for responding to this rape. It was totally wrong for her to like being fucked by her own father. This was incest.
She would have done just about anything in the sexual arena as long as it wasn't rape and as long as it wasn't incest. Now she was being forced into incestuous rape and she hated the idea with all her soul.
What confused the blonde girl was that she was responding to her father's cock. She saw the huge plum-tipped fuckstick and it made her catch her breath. The feel of it reaming her out was no different from any other man's cock she had felt. He wasn't larger – or smaller – than the majority of the males who had fucked her.
But it was incest. He was raping his very own daughter and doing it in a drunken stupor. It wasn't right – but she was panting with real lust now. She felt her tits swelling with more and more excited blood pounding into them from her racing heart. She was responding to her own father!
Her lips said, "No more!" but she wanted all the cock he could give her. She was no longer in control of her body or her mind. She was totally at the mercy of this drunken man. Her father continued to give her long powerful strokes that rattled her teeth every time his big cock pounded home.
He fucked her until she felt the friction burning up her cunt walls. The flood of her lubricating juices had begun and this eased the discomfort in her cunt. She was able to enjoy the carnal heat bubbling up inside her. But her mind seethed. This was evil, dirty, perverted. She should be doing everything in her power to stop him.
But the girl had tried to stop her drunken father. He was running out of control and he was stronger than she was. Trying to scratch him had only spurred him on. The pain in his upper arms from her clawing went virtually unnoticed. The blonde teenager guessed that she was feeling more pain than he was.
She sucked in her gut as he rammed harder into her cunt. He ground his crotch into hers. She felt tingles of real desire blasting into her tender cunt. She trembled like a leaf. The emotions battling in her mind were elemental. She had a need to get all the virile cock into her steamy hungry cunt that she could – but she was frightened by the knowledge that this was incest.
And she hated the idea of her father raping her. Still, she found herself responding more and more to him and his brutal raping.
"No, no," she cried, tears running down her cheeks. But she was confused. She had no idea what she was saying "no" to. It might have been the rape or it might have been him slowing down the powerful strokes in and out of her cunt.
"I'll do any damn thing I want. You're a cock teasing cunt, that's what you are. My very own daughter! And I'm going to have to show you! I'll teach you a lesson you'll never forget. I'm a real man and you're gonna love the taste of my cock!"
She realized the booze was affecting him. It had a delayed action effect on him. She felt his prick bucking and kicking around in the tight confines of her cunt. The girl realized that it wouldn't be much longer before he came.
"What are you doing to me?" she cried out, confused. She didn't want him fucking her in the first place, but the way he was doing it was worse than Larry had done just a short time before.
His hips exploded in a frenzy of movement. He ground his bush into hers, the prickly hairs dragging over her clit and making her cunt come alive. But it was his cock which lit her inner fires. He was spreading her delicate inner cunt walls to the breaking point. He was huge. And then he came.
She felt the white hot rush of his spurting jism inside her hot cunt. He pumped hard and fast and in less than a minute his cock had gone flaccid and was slipping from her cunt.
Brandy didn't know what was worse, being raped by her father or feeling cheated that he didn't fuck her better.
All she could do was lie on the rug and sob bitterly, her cunt aching and her mind reeling with confusion.