nice and juicy. The pain was almost too much to bear.
'You're Goddamn dry, you little bitch,' he mumbled. 'Gotta fix that up. Right now.'
He took the half-consumed bottle of bourbon and began pouring it all over his cock and into her pussy. She shivered as the stinging alcohol burned and gouged at her tender flesh. It didn't seem to bother the man at all. He just laughed when he saw how much it was hurting the girl.
'No kid of mine's gonna be such a sissy!'
He pistoned hard up her cunt again. His fucking lacked finesse. It was simple animal coupling. No love, no emotion except lust. She knew he was ripping her apart. She could feel blood begin to flow where he was cramming his dry cock – even worse, where the booze penetrated her body.
The astringent property of the liquor set her guts on fire. The girl's sex lips were so tender the lightest touch made her cringe. The grinding of her ass against the desert sand added to her pain. Most of all, the humiliation of being raped by her own father crashed into her brain. There was nothing left for her.
Raped. Degraded. Humiliated.
She was being used like something he would get from a store. Worse, he was taking her for granted – taking what he wanted and to hell with what she felt.
'Shut up the crying, damn you. This is good!'
He started fucking her dry hole with more force. His cock rammed into a powder-dry cunt. That was bad. It got worse. Grains of sand were trapped by the booze on his cock. They were carried into her cunt.
Inside, they chaffed and cut at her sensitive snatch. Each grain felt like a boulder inside her. The movement of the prick back and forth further tore her pussy up.
Alcohol burned. Sand cut. His cock surged far into her twat. He seemed intent on fucking her no matter what happened.
She remembered the old line: if rape is inevitable, why not lie back and enjoy it?
The teenager wasn't a virgin. She'd had her cherry popped almost a year earlier on a date at the drive-in. That had been scary but in a nice way. Looking back at it, the entire scene was almost comic, the two bodies passionately wrestling in the back seat of the car.
But this wasn't funny. There was nothing but fright in her now. She tried to roll with the screwing, get into the mood and not fight it. There was no way she could do it. In spite of this, she felt a thin trickle of cunt juice begin to flow. This helped grease her sex-slot a little.
In the moonlight, everything looked unreal. The shadows were heavy and her father's body stood out in sharp blacks and indistinct whites. All that was clear was his face. He leered down at her. His body was totally consumed by lust as surely as his brain was fogged over with booze. He had found a tight pussy and he was going to fuck it. No matter what, no matter that it was his own daughter's.
'Good,' he groaned. 'Startin' to juice over, huh?' His hips became like a machine. He slammed fiercely forward into her belly. His cock was a white hot spike driving far into her guts.
She tried to escape him again. The sand cut and clawed at her back, tore the akin from her ass. She tried hunching up off the desert only to find that this allowed her father to fuck her even deeper.
That was sheer torture. The sand on his cock had worked its way deep into her twat. The alcohol was mostly evaporated by now, but it left its lingering pain behind. It had burned like iodine on an open cut. And for the first time she saw she was bleeding.
The girl didn't know what had ripped her delicate flesh. It could have been the dry humping. The sand could have slashed her pussy lips. Or it might have been the entrance of his too-big cock into her almost virgin-tight cunt.
She was too possessed by pain to figure it out. She only knew he was still ramming his prick far up into her belly. Every time his body slammed into hers, he twisted a little, grinding his crotch into hers.
In a way, this was the most pleasant thing. He was stimulating her clit. But the odd sensations assaulting her mind were so confusing! Pleasure from her go-button, but pain from the entry of his cock into her still dry quim. Pleasure from feeling his hands roughly handling her boobs, but incredible agony from the sand abrading her cunt walls.
'Go, man, go!' he grunted urging himself on. As he continued the fast-paced fucking, he reached for his discarded bottle. Off balance, he tumbled over.
This gave the teenager a chance to push him away and try to scramble free. She didn't get far. His hands clamped firmly on her slender ankle. He pulled her in, a fish on a line.
'You're not going nowhere. Not till I'm finished with you!' He took a deep pull out of the bottle, draining it. 'Damn. Empty. But I'm gonna fill you up, girl. Wait and see!'
He stood, his cock lewdly dancing and jerking in front of his body. As if hypnotized, the girl couldn't take her eyes off it. Yanking hard, he spread her legs once more. He dropped to the desert floor and pulled her twat nearer to his prick. The fight made it appear to be ten times larger than it was. A cold shudder passed through the terrified girl's body.
'Why are you doing this to me? I'm your daughter, your daughter! Damn you, damn you!'
'No daughter of mine swears like that. Just a tight little cunt, that's what you are!'
His cock speared into her tender quim again. She screamed in pain. He ignored her and fucked faster. He was getting into the tempo of his crude lovemaking. His cock was beginning to glow white-hot. He felt good as the heat seethed all around his length.
The girl's cunt gripped and pulled at the skin of his dork. It crinkled up his foreskin and exposed die most sensitive part of his cock. He liked the way the friction built up every time he drove mercilessly into her tight hole.
His balls collapsed into a tiny round sac. The lead-heavy jizz trapped inside began to boil. He was getting off on this a lot. He felt his cock being sucked into the teenager's twat, felt the last of the alcohol stinging his dick. Most of all, the sand grinding into his shaft, trapped between his cock and her pussy walls, really turned him on.
He never thought what it might be doing to the girl.
She was about ready to pass out from the pain. She didn't think she could endure any more. Being raped was bad. Being raped by her own father, her own flesh and blood, was terrible. It was incest.
The very word made her sob in humiliation.
But the pain – that tore her apart. Her legs were spread wide. The man leaned forward, his hands pressing into the soft flesh of her thighs. He made certain she couldn't close her cunt to him. He kept up excruciating pressure on her crotch. She wasn't going to deity him anything. The girl wished she could transfer just a little of the pain to him. That would give him a taste of his own medicine.
'You're getting tighter, ain't ya?'
'Why?' she pleaded, knowing it would do no good. 'Why are you doing this to me?'
'You got pussy and I want a piece of ass.'
That answer seemed enough for the man. He continued fucking her. Her cunt juice began to flow. The girl tried to encourage it by thinking sexy thoughts. The effort failed. There was nothing turning her on – just the reverse.
She felt the creamy load of his jism blasting out into her cunt. For the first time since he poured the booze into her twat, her cunt walls had the proper lubrication. The passage of his cock back and forth in her tunnel of love was eased.
The slickness caused by his cum allowed her to relax, to push away some of the pain she felt. The fucking was almost pleasant then – almost. The sand still ripped and tore at the flesh on her curvy ass and the man's hands still clawed wildly at her boobs. But the agony of him driving a huge dong in and out of a dry cunt was gone.
She shivered a little and locked her legs around his waist. It took some of the pressure off her.
'So you're getting off on this, huh? Wanton slut!' He mistook her self-protective moves for enjoyment.
She didn't care. As long as he finished with her soon, she would do anything. Sobbing out an incoherent plea for him to stop seemed to drive the man into a frenzy.
'You're enjoying this, is that it? You're actually getting off on this in a big way, huh?'
He continued fucking her. He thought she was having an orgasm. It couldn't have been farther from the truth, but the teenager was in no position to explain. All she wanted in the entire world was for him to stop this
