Jane Fox: The boy teaser

It wasn't until she saw the dirty gleam in her father's eye as he stood there in the door that she realized his stares were the stares of a horny male sizing up a fuck prospect. She acted quickly, sliding under the coven again and pretending to be asleep, hoping he hadn't seen her sitting up against the wall. She tried to control her breathing, which by now was quite erratic, but not nearly as erratic as her father's.

The tall hulking man, who had seemed handsome to Carol once but who now loomed before her as an ugly monster, stood beside her bed and glowered down at her. Carol opened her eye just a crack, closing it quickly when she realized once and for all that he intended to rape her. Even the word rape sounded terrible to her. It was an ugly word for an ugly act. Her aunt had warned her of men who might try to rape her. She had told her to pretend to be unconscious if such a thing should happen to her, to pretend to faint, to fall limp and hope her attacker would tire of her. She remembered her aunt's words and tried desperately to look like an innocent sleeping eighteen-year-old girl.

Unfortunately for her, an innocent eighteen year-old sleeping girl was exactly what herderanged father wanted for his twisted sexual desires. He had gone without satisfying sex for so long and his mind was so tortured with the sudden loss of the wife he loved that even his adopted daughter seemed a satisfying substitute for his dead wife. He had to fuck her, no matter what the consequences, no matter what the social taboos, no matter what the poor girl herself felt.

Carol felt the covers being lifted off her. She felt herself slowly being exposed to her father's drunken gaze. She was wearing pajamas but she felt naked lying there like that. As far as she knew, he still thought she was sleeping. Her heart began to race wildly. She felt herself on the brink of tenor, felt that she might scream at any minute.

She felt the man's alcoholic breath against the tender skin of her cheek. She almost fainted with fright when she felt his lips touching her cheek. It wasn't a tender kiss but a lusty one, a kiss that soon moved to her lips. Still she tried to feign sleep as she felt the man's lips sucking her own. She felt his tongue entering her mouth, slipping over her gums and tickling the inside of her lips. She felt the presence of his hot hulking body terribly near her. She hoped he would go no further in his explorations. Her hopes were in vain.

She felt his hand on her chest, rubbing against the smallish, developing swellings of her tits. His hand was hot and heavy against her body. She wondered if he could feel her heart beating wildly in her breast.

"I know you're awake, bitch!" the man grumbled. "You can't fool me! I've fucked somany bitches I know what you're up to!"Carol said nothing.

"C'mon! Open those fuckin' eyes?" he growled, slapping her hard on the face.

There was no pretending sleep now. Carol opened her eyes in honor and stared at her father. His face was twisted into a look of wild depravity. His eyes were no longer the eyes of her father but drunken bloodshot eyes, the eyes of a man possessed with devilish sexual desires. Carol could hold back no longer. She opened her mouth to scream, but before she could utter a sound her father clamped his heavy strong hand over her face, almost suffocating her.

"None of that, you little cunt!" he shouted. "You're gonna take what's comin' to ya!"

Carol squirmed wildly, her young tender body shaking and trembling with tenor, a terror she was never to forget.

"I know what you've been up to, bitch! I know you've been wantin' to get fucked for a long time! Ever since you killed your mother!" the madman shouted, holding his daughter fast.

Carol shook her head wildly when she heard him accuse her of killing her mother. Now she knew he was crazy.

"Yeah, you killed her! Don't deny it, baby! You're the one! She went out that night in the goddamn car to get you a bottle of cough syrup! Yeah, you remember, bitch! She got killed that night just because of you and your goddamn fuckin' cold! You could've gone after that fuckin' cough syrup your goddamn self! Sally wassplattered all over the fuckin' road that night! My Sally! Your fault, you stinkin' little cunt!" he cried, growing wilder by the minute.

Carol had never imagined that he felt that way about her. She had indeed thought back on the events of that terrible night but had never realized that he considered her mother's death to be her fault. And she knew that no sane man could possibly think her guilty of such a thing.

"I know why you did it, too, bitch! You've been after me! Yeah! You want my fuckin' cock! That's it, isn't it? You want me to fuck you with my big fat dick! That's just what I'm gonna do, too! Yeah! I'm gonna fuck you so hard you're never gonna forget it, baby! Eighteen! I'll pluck that goddam cherry, bitch! And if you give me any trouble, I'll break your back! Hear me? Hear me!" he shouted at the top of his voice.

With a quick motion the man tore a big strip off her blanket and wrapped it around her head, gagging her before she had a chance to scream.

"That'll shut you up, cunt!" he growled. "Now get ready for the treat of your fuckin' life!"

Carol screamed inside again and again. Her body twitched with tenor. She felt her father ripping her pajama bottoms away from her body, throwing the shreds over his shoulder. Her silken flesh was red in places where the cloth rubbed against her body, making marks as he tore it. In a flash she was naked from head to toe, naked and writhing in her bed, unable to utter a sound. She felt her father's heavy hand on her naked leg up near her thigh. He held her other leg, too, keeping her from moving.She tried to kick him but he slapped her hard across the face every time she did so.

"Guess I'll start with a nice taste of that sweet little cunt Eighteen years old. Eighteen years old and already you're a murderin' little whore! I guess you're gonna like a tongue in your twat" he gasped, falling against her, burying his face in the soft flesh of her belly.

Carol thought she would die of fright when she felt her father's now ugly face pressing against the soft flesh of her belly. She felt his face move lower, felt his thick lips sucking at the lender skin of her lower stomach. His face was soon between her legs, his hands gripping her hips hard. He pulled her forward, pulling her naked squirming body close to the end of the bed. He fell on his knees at the foot of the bed. Carol felt his hands spreading her legs wide. His lips pressed against the lips of her tiny naked cunt.

Carol had never been so embarrassed in her life. She had never felt anything quite like the feeling that coursed through her young trembling body when he touched his lips to her nearly hairless cunt She felt a strange tingling deep inside her pussy, a tingling that remained only barely separated from the sensations of fear and loathing, a feeling that she had always associated with fear for the zest of her life. The strange tingling. tugging, healing sensation continued to build in her crotch as her father proceeded with his brutal rape.

She felt his hot wet tongue separating the firm young lips of her virgin cunt, felt his tongue tickling the extremely sensitive inner flesh of hertiny twat. His tongue pressed into her pussy as far as it could go. The poor ravished girl could feel her father's hot moist breath against her crotch as he poked his tongue around inside her cunt.

The insane man began licking the crack of her cunt, his tongue lapping up and down her virgin gash, sliding over her barely fuzzed mound. He ate her pussy as if she were some nubile feast of flesh. She tried to struggle free from him but to no avail. Everytime she tried to throw him away from her he would slap her cruelly on the face. Her legs were already bruised where his rough powerful fingers dug into the flesh. Her crotch was sopping wet with the man's profusely flowing saliva.