F Hemmingway - A family saga Volume Two

His hands began to shift, and she could feel them as they left her full-mounded breasts to slide, sinuously, along her rib cage to her waist, slipping on down, over the full rounded curve of her hips and the outside of her tapering thighs to her knees. Then, back up, they crept, along the inner surfaces of her warm, velvety thighs, moving stealthily, spreading her legs as they went, exposing her naked, defenseless loins, completely to his gloating gaze.

She heard his breath, raspy raw in his throat, as his hand, again worked itself into the moist open furrow, plundering her tight, nearly virginal cuntal lips. Charity kept her eyes closed tight as she felt him kneel up on the bed above her nakedness… and she could hear, clearly, the whisper of his zipper, the rustle of male clothing as it was shed. She knew he was undressing himself, and she dared not look.

Gabe saw her tightly closed eyes and chortled down at her, "You might as well look, baby doll… you'll have to… sooner or later!"

There was truth in what he said. She was involved. She was responding to him… whether she wanted to or not. The beginnings of a soaring ecstasy was building like an out-of-control forest fire in her belly.

Reluctantly, she unclenched her tightly closed eyes. She couldn't help seeing it; her eyes were drawn like a magnet to his hairy loins, below the slight paunch of his belly.

She saw his naked form, kneeling now between her widespread legs, his face distorted with lust. Her eyes swept down to see the erect penis that stood out below in obscene nakedness. Involuntarily, her eyes widened in surprise, disbelieving what she saw there. Her stepfather's hardened penis speared out into the air before him, thick and massive, and while he grinned at her lewdly, she saw his hand move to grasp it, caressingly, the huge, oversized cock throbbing in his hand.

Through horrified eyes she watched as he stroked, gently, back and forth, his hand moving the full length of it, the foreskin slipping easily over the shiny, red, blood-engorged head with each stroke. It jerked and throbbed, obscenely, in his manipulative hand. She couldn't help but stare at it!

"Pretty nice isn't it?" he teased.

"I–It's b-big!" she choked. "I–It's too b-big!"

In her imagination she saw it sliding, ponderously, into her, splitting her belly wide open. "Oh, God…"

"Those damned young kids couldn't match this!" he stated.

Dumbly. Charity continued to stare at him in miserable humiliation, the degradation of knowing what was coming, the sight of his obscenely naked penis, her own completely nude body spread out on the bed before him, helpless, defenseless, filled her with unfathomable feelings of shame… and she was utterly alone as she faced the sexual onslaught of this lust crazed man.

Even as she stared, it was this same feeling of helplessness that stirred further tinglings of unwanted desire. They came surging, somehow, from her, playing like summer lightning in her loins, discharging feelings of wanton depravity along her sensate nerve endings; nevertheless, there was a new horror in her. It was not her imagination working, now. She knew it for a fact. As she watched him on his knees, above her, obscenely, stroking himself to fully erect hardness, her eyes fixed upon his lust-filled cock in his hand, she knew, without a doubt, that it really was too big. She looked at it, now, with terror and fear. It would rip her apart! How can I ever take that… h-huge thing… inside m-me…?

"You'll really know you've been fucked… when I get this into that tight little cunt of yours!" he told her, his lewd smile of anticipation revulsing her.

Tears brimmed her eyes, again, as she realized there was nothing she could do to prevent him from ravishing her. She hardly noticed his filthy language, now; he kept using the words over and over. Her mind was too busy assessing the complete hopelessness of her position, for there was the terrible realization that there was no escape from the sexual plunder of her helpless, young body… a ravishment that was going to be carried out, no matter what she said or did. There was nowhere to turn… no one to turn to, now that Donnie could not be there with her. She was completely at his mercy.

Suddenly, Gabe leaned forward and dropped the full weight of his paunchy body upon her, forcing the breath from her lungs, momentarily, and the long, hard thickness of his fully erect cock was pulsating against the smooth softness of her belly. His brazenly searching hands, once more, were squeezing and mauling the full rounded mounds of her breasts, with savage cruelty, causing her to whimper in pain, beneath him, while his mouth sought hers, avidly, his long, agile tongue stabbing deep into her throat. There came, constantly, from deep in his chest, animallike sounds of pure lust, as he massaged, deeply, with strong-fingered power into her soft, young girl-flesh.

He raised his head, after long moments of this tantalizing torture, and said, huskily, "God! You're a luscious piece… but you're not hot enough, yet! Before I'm through sucking that tight, little cunt of yours… you'll be crawling up the walls!" he boasted.

Too late, she realized his meaning, as he moved, slithering down her body until his mouth was just inches above the coral moistness of her pussy. The horrible thought of what her own stepfather intended to do to her, now, filled her with repugnance and loathing.

"P-Please… d-don't do th-that to m-me…" she pleaded.

Already, he had placed his hands against the satiny smooth flesh of her inner thighs and was parting them, spreading them wide apart; her efforts to keep him from splaying her legs open wider were futile against his superior strength.

She whined, pitifully, in her throat, as she looked down between the twin, mounding hemispheres of her breasts to the auburn triangle of softly curling pubic hair where she could see his face, passion-distorted, poised over her softly palpitating cunt.

Kneeling between his stepdaughter's legs, his hands forcing apart the soft, young columns of her smooth, white thighs, Gabe looked down, hungrily, at the thin, gently throbbing furrow of her tight young pussy, ringed, sparsely, with soft, red-gold, auburn hair, the pink petals of her tender inner lips peeping out like two tiny, pink tongues, viscous, clear droplets of lubricating moisture clinging to them, delicately, and he smiled lewdly, in anticipation of the sensual act he was about to perform.

Charity lay there, terror-stricken, beneath him, her eyes pleading, mutely, with him not to shame her any further; then, her humiliation complete, as he ignored her, she watched, petrified, as his hands moved up between her thighs, and she felt him place his thumbs against the soft, trembling cunt lips to part the soft curls of her pubic hair, drawing them apart, ever so slowly, to expose her innermost secrets to his hungry gaze.

Then, she felt the humid warmth of his breath on her sensitive flesh, and she moaned aloud in an agony of shame and humiliation, as still watching, transfixed, unable to take her horrified eyes away from the scene, she saw him lower his head to her trembling loins and felt the moist length of his tongue slide, sinuously, into the portal of her defenseless, quivering vagina.

Tremulously, she responded, instinctively, squirming with determination, her hips grinding back and away from him, jerking, convulsively, in an attempt to escape the humiliating outrage he was performing against her defenseless, naked pussy, as a seething revulsion stirred in her for the man she had known as father for most of her life, this man who was using his warm tongue down between her open thighs, building an unwanted passion within her almost to the bursting point.

"OOOOoooh… My God! OOooh n-no! NOOooo!" she groaned.

She didn't want it, but she could no longer deny the reality of it. Her mother's husband's tongue was there snaking up into her unreceptive, yet rapidly surrendering cunt… and she could not stop it.