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.
CHAPTER THREE
Brandy didn't know how long she cried that night. It might have been only a short time or it might have been hours. Eyes red and cunt aching, she wanted to die. She knew one thing only: her father had raped her.
The girl realized the signs of it had been all around her. He was overly protective. None of her friends' fathers were like him. None of them followed their kids out on dates. None of them burst into parties and dragged their daughters out because they didn't like what they saw. None of them ran dates off because they considered them fags.
Lately, the signs had been even more obvious, if she had cared to look. He had been eyeing her and it wasn't like a father should look at a daughter. He had been lusting after her, and it hadn't been only in his bean.
'Why me?' she sobbed, knowing that the deed was done. She had been incestuously raped and there wasn't a Goddamn thing she could do about it. Ideas of running to her friends quickly went away. She would be the laughing stock of the school if she ever told anyone about this and it got out. They would all point at her and snicker and think she was somehow inferior to them.
Brandy knew she couldn't stand that.
Being raped by her daddy was bad, but having her friends shun her as some sort of social outcast because of it was even worse. She would have to hear the shame in solitude. She couldn't share her burden with
