Carol wanted to die. She tried to roll off the bed but her father held her arm in a viselike grip. She felt the incredibly hot head of the enormous prick covering her silken cheeks with slippery pre-cum.
She smelled the heavy masculine scent of his cock and it frightened her. He was like an animal now, hot and heartless. She knew he would do anything to her that came into his crazed mind. She felt his lightly swollen cockhead rubbing all over her face. She tried to turn away but he grabbed her throat and made her face him. He jabbed his hard, angry-looking cock against her forehead, against her eyes, against the strip of blanket that tightly covered her young lips. Her legs were flailing wildly.
'Now you're gonna get it good, you murderin' bitch! I'm gonna fuck you with this goddamn prick, baby! Get ready for the goddamn thrill of your life, cunt! This is just what you've always wanted from your daddy! Take this!' he growled, positioning himself at the foot of the bed, pulling her forward until her cunt was right at the edge of the mattress, spreading her young trembling legs.
Young Carol saw stars when she felt the terrible pain of her deflowering. The nearly hairless lips of her young cunt were suddenly split open by the massive flanged head of her father's cock. She felt the monstrous tool forcing itself into her virgin cunt hole. She screamed inside when she felt the hard, slippery head of the big dong tearing her cherry and sending searing pain through her young belly.
Her father began sawing in and out of her deflowered cunt, raping his young adopted daughter with disgusting relish, grunting and sweating in the throes of his taboo lust. She looked down the front of her impaled body and saw the
horrid face of the man who had become like a stranger to her. His eyes glared at her, reflecting the deranged lust that burned within him. Her body was full of terrible pain, a pain which increased for the first few minutes of her rape until she thought she could bear it no longer.
And then a very strange thing began to happen deep inside her. She began to notice a strange warming feeling deep inside her cunt, a feeling that seemed to spread throughout her young body, a feeling that seemed to increase with each brutal thrust her father made into her torn pussy. The pain was still there, her bruises still hurt terribly, her cunt still hurt every time he rammed it with his big iron-hard cock. But this other sensation was almost pleasurable, although it was so intermeshed with the terrible pain her angry father was causing her as to be nearly inseparable from it.
She still tried desperately to fight him off. He slapped her hard every time she struggled hard enough to interfere with his brutal fucking. The strange sensation seemed to grow and grow within her, seemed to be centered in the little place between her legs that rubbed against the thick shaft of her father's huge hard-on. Her father seemed to be enjoying himself more and more. There was something in his eyes now besides anger and madness, a deep sadistic sexual enjoyment of his daughter, an enjoyment that continued to build by the minute.
Carol couldn't imagine what was making him grunt and sweat so wildly, as if he were madly excited about something. He stood on his tiptoes
now, raising her young body up off the bed by the sheer strength of his massive hard-an. He seemed to grow tailor, taller and more terrifying. His cock seemed to grow inside her cunt, too. When she felt his dick suddenly swell inside her hole, she also felt the strangest thing happening to her twat. It was as if a dam had burst inside her, as if she were flooded all over with the warmness, most delicious tinglings and tuggings she had ever felt. She felt her body shaking uncontrollably, not out of fear now but out of something like pleasure, pleasure intermingled with the terrible pain of her rape.
It wasn't more than a second or two after the strange burst of pleasurable sensation deep inside her cunt that she felt her father suddenly increase his ramming speed. He fucked with wild abandon, his hands reaching out almost blindly, grasping her young titties, stroking her firm soft belly, grabbing her thighs. He touted something out loud, something she couldn't quite make out in the depths of her father's throaty voice. Then she felt something shooting inside her cunt, something hot and wet and voluminous. She thought the stuff would never stop coming out of her father's swollen cock. After the first three or four blasts into her cunt, she felt his cock pull out of her hole fast. She looked down between her legs in terror and saw the swollen shaft of his dick snap up against his belly when it pulled out of her raped pussy. Several squirts of something white and thick-looking shot from the end of his cock all the way to her face, covering it with slippery sperm.
Her father tore his clothes from his body and
fell naked onto his young, once-virginal daughter, rolling around in the bed with her, growling the most obscene things he could think of and slapping her until she was covered with red spots and bruises. She began to wish that he would kill her to stop the pain and torture. And then the bedroom door flew open.
A shrill scream split the night like a siren. Aunt Arlene stood in the doorway, a look of tenor and disgust on her face. Before her father could raise his drunken body up off the bed, her aunt had bolted from the room and hurried downstairs to call the police. Carol had never been so glad to see anyone in her life before or since. The police arrived in a few minutes and found the madman still rolling in bed with his gagged and tortured daughter. They dragged him away and locked him up. Carol was never to see him again.
It had been a horrible ideal of shame and pain for the eighteen-year-old Carol. Physically she hadn't been too badly hurt. A three-week stay in the hospital, more for recovery of her emotional stability than her physical health, had made life bearable for her again. She had been released in the custody of her aunt, who cared for her like her own child, carefully putting a stop to her former tales of rape and the necessity to protect a girl's moral purity. She hadn't been made to feel any great lingering shame about the night with her father. It hadn't been her fault after all.
Her life hadn't been particularly unhappy with her aunt. She had gone to the best schools and had learned to adapt to her fatherless home life. She
had learned that aggressiveness was necessary in the business world, the world that she had chosen to conquer. And her aggressiveness had served her well. But even though her life had been happy from outward appearances, enough remained within her from the terrible night her father raped her to make her life far from complete.
She had found it terribly difficult to enjoy sex with the many men who lusted after her, although she had managed to admit them to her bedroom and to her cunt. But something always made her hold back. She had orgasms, sometimes even came close to enjoying herself when fucking a horny admirer. But there was always fear lurking somewhere in her mind, fear of the hairy, struggling, sweating man who had raped her so brutally.
Lately she had begun to fear men even more. As her lovers approached the age of her father that terrible night, she began to see hint in them, began to imagine the same disgusting motivations in them that she had seen in her father that night. She began to feel used, began to feel they saw her merely as a cunt, a hole to fuck, and it was this nagging suspicion that made her cool toward men, at least in recent months. She recognized this fear as the shadow of the man who had broken her young hymen so brutally. But merely recognizing the fear for what it was and escaping it were entirely different things.
Carol refused to believe that there was anything deeply wrong with her psychologically. Such admissions were foreign to her. She was a stubborn
and strong woman emotionally. She could weather any emotional storm and come out in one piece. She had done it before and she could do it again. But the storm that was brewing inside her this time was to be too much even for her. It would make her life topsy-turvy and throw her into whirlpools of sexual exploration that would make even Carol's free-thinking mind swim.
Carol was beginning to feel herself attracted to young men, men between the ages of Eighteen and nineteen. It was an attraction that she had forced herself to accept as part of her emotional makeup, even though she knew and had known all along that such attractions were taboo. She had noticed this attraction years ago. Now that her fear of men her own age was increasing, she found her attraction toward young men increasing apace. She didn't entirely understand the deep emotions that drove her, but she recognized them as powerful forces in her life. Something told her that -a new episode in her sex life was about to open.
It was the tenderness, the innocence of young men that made her cunt hot. She felt a deep hunger within her, a hunger for their bodies and souls. She knew that they would not hurt her, knew that their motivations were less aggressive, knew that she would be the aggressive one in any relationship she started with a young boy. She knew that she would feel safe with a boy, safe and free to give her all in the hot fucking that she craved.
Young men were everywhere around her, it seemed. The more she grew to crave the love and
