Raymond Kendall - Naughty farmer_s daughter

"You ain't gonna tell your Pa," he said. "Way you prance 'round the house, wiggling your cute little ass, you been wantin' this!"

Trying to knee him in the balls, Lana spat out, "You perverted bastard, you'd be the last man I'd want to be with. Hell, you ain't even a man! You're a fuckin' animal!"

Tears of anger and frustration were rolling down her cheeks. No matter how hard she fought, she couldn't break Charlie's hold on her. The anger and frustration multiplied when she lost the battle with her bladder, the hot liquid soaking her panties and running in torrents down both legs.

"Damn little wildcat!" Charlie hissed.

He just missed having his face raked by her long nails. She had pulled her hand free, when his hands moved down to grab the cheeks of her round little ass.

"You little bitch, I'll teach you!" he threatened her.

He bent her slim body over backward, pushing her to the debris-littered ground. His hands pulling on the cheeks of her ass caused the material of her shift to ride up to the small of her back. All that was between her ass and the ground was her piss-soaked panties. She felt rocks and twigs digging in the smooth skin of her ass and thighs.

"Charlie, please let me up. You don't want to do this."

She pleaded with the fat man, her voice taking on a babyish tone. Her new tactic didn't work any better. She felt the toughness of stubble on his face scraping against her cheek as her obese attacker smothered her face and neck with slobbery, open-mouthed kisses. His sloppy tongue licked the flesh, leaving a slime-like coating.

His actions filled her with revulsion, magnified by the stench of his body and the overpowering fumes of alcohol coming from his kissing mouth.

"No, Charlie, please don't!" she begged. She was helpless to stop him as thick callused fingers grabbed and ripped the thin material covering her tender tits.

"Gonna suck your pretty little tits," he muttered drunkenly. Moving his slobbering mouth down to the small mound of firm flesh, he covered it with his mouth.

"Stop, Charlie! Oh God, please stop!" the young girl cried.

She could feel his tongue moving back and forth over the nipple and his mouth's sucking action on the soft flesh around it. His actions filled her with disgust.

No man had ever touched her virgin body. Now she was being mauled by an animal older than her pa. Her body and mind reacted with revulsion rather then desire. She felt her stomach churning in nausea.

"Bastard, bastard, bastard!"

All hope of escaping was abandoned. She stiffened her resolve to make this task as hard as possible for him.

When Charlie forced her to the ground, her shift had been pulled up. Now only thin panties covered her silky bush. They provided only a minor irritation to his hand when it sought to explore between her tightly clinched thighs. The thin material ripped away with one drunken tug, leaving her virgin cunt bare to the night air and to his brutally exploring fingers.

"No, Charlie, no! Damn it, Charlie, let me up!" Lana demanded.

Her pleas fell on deaf ears. Her attacker was filled with animalistic lust and nothing could deter him from his goal. His drunken mind wanted to feel his excited prick buried deep in this young girl's cunt. The rape aspect of the situation only increased the thrill of it.

"Gonna fuck you," he muttered.

His thick stubby fingers began to force their way between her thighs, to reach his ultimate target.

"Spread your legs, you little bitch! Ain't no use fightin' it, I'm gonna get that pussy!"

"Never!" she hissed.

She could feel the hair pulling against the tender skin of her cunt as his invading fingers fought their way through the soft tangle.

Lana felt a moment's relief when the fingers left her pubic hair, giving up the attempt to violate her defenses. She felt the lower portion of his heavy frame lift off of her. She started struggling anew when she realized he was undoing his pants. Twisting and turning, she tried to get free, but only managed to slow him briefly.

"No, damn it, no!" she cried.

His actions made her quite aware of what he planned on trying next.

Material and a belt buckle scraped along Lana's thighs and legs as her would-be violator worked his trousers down off his flat, flabby ass. The task was made harder by his victim's struggling, but finally he succeeded. The whiteness of his bare ass shone even in the darkness of the moonless night.

His insufficient prick was hard with arousal. Its smallness, a constant embarrassment to him, was forgotten.

"I'm gonna fuck you like you ain't never been fucked before!" he boasted. "Come on baby spread your legs and let Uncle Charlie sink this hard cock deep in you."

Lana felt smothered, the flabby body on top of her was almost crushing the breath out of her slim body. She could feel a short hardness lying in the valley created by her thighs. It moved when Charlie did, so she knew it must be his cock, trying to force its way to her virgin cunt.

"Fuck you, fat ass!" she hissed at him. "My pa's gonna kill you for this!"

Charlie started pushing down on his hips, sliding his short cock back and forth in the valley of her thighs. He was doing his best to poke it through her defenses, to reach her virgin pussy. She could feel what had to be the head of it poking against the top of her slit and sliding over her silky bush.

"Oh yeah, baby! So good baby!" Charlie moaned.

In his drunken condition he couldn't comprehend that he wasn't even coming close to actually entering her cunt-hole. Lana's maidenhead was safe from attack.

"Oh God, baby, so good, so, so good!" he groaned.

The movement of his hips and little cock increased in speed.

"Oh, oh, I'm coming, baby! I'm coming!" the fat slob on top of her cried.

Lana felt something hot and wet flooding her hairy patch and down between her thighs. It could have only come from the end of Charlie's little cock.

After he cried out, Charlie's full weight collapsed on top of her. She thought the pitiful bastard had passed out in his drunken ecstasy. Animal-like moans told her he hadn't. Trying to move out from under his inert form, she found she couldn't. Not without tearing up her ass and back on the rough ground.

"Get off me, you disgusting bastard!" she hissed, shoving against his dead weight.

He mumbled something unintelligible, but on Lana's second shove, he rolled off of her crushed body. He made no effort to stop her when she jumped up, holding the ripped front of her shift against her mauled tits, running in the direction of the cabin.

Tears streamed down her cheeks and she could feel a sticky wetness running down her thighs that had to be Charlie's cum. She wanted to cry out for her pa, to run into his protective arms for comfort. She couldn't do it for the same reason she didn't scream when Charlie had first attacked her. Her pa would kill Charlie. She pictured her pa in shackles, being led away to prison for killing the fat man. The picture was so vivid in her mind it kept her silent. She had lost her ma, and she couldn't stand to lose her pa too!

"I'll get you, Charlie. You'll pay for tonight!" She had vowed to herself.

Sneaking into the cabin, she could hear sounds of the card game in progress as she made her way to her room. Walking over to the little table that held her pitcher and washbasin, she splashed water in the basin. She ripped her shift the rest of the way off in angry frustration and pitched it against the wall.

"Why me, God, why me?" she cried.

Soaping up her washrag with strong lye soap, she began scrubbing her bruised and battered body. She attacked her soft, smooth skin as if she were trying to rub it off her flesh. The surface dirt came right off, but she was seeking to eliminate the feelings of being soiled and no amount of the harshest soap would reach that.