Raymond Kendall - Naughty farmer_s daughter

"Men are fucking animals!" she told herself. Then her thoughts went to Jason, her fantasy lover. "All but you, my love, all but you!"

Drying off in front of the mirror, she gingerly patted the bruised areas of her tits and thighs, marks where Charlie's fingers had been. Slipping a nightgown over her head, she sought the comfort of her bed, pulling the quilt over her head to muffle the sobs she couldn't hold back.

After that night, she never again sat watching the card game. She couldn't stand the thought of being in the same room as her would-be rapist.

The second time Lana's pa yelled for her, she threw her legs over the side of the bed, reluctantly sitting up. The anger in his voice told her it would not be a good time to ignore him, no matter how much she wanted to stay in bed.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming, damn it!" she muttered under her breath. She wasn't brave enough to say it loud enough that her pa might hear it.

Grabbing her nightgown, she slipped it over her head. In her haste, she didn't bother with panties.

Crossing the room, she called out, "I'm coming, Pa."

Her pa's anger made her forget the robe as she hurried over to the poker table.

"Yeah, Pa? You need more beer?" she asked.

She felt self-conscious with all the men's eyes on her. She wished more than ever that she had grabbed the robe before coming out of the bedroom. All she could do was stand there and fidget.

Jake ignored his daughter standing there. Instead, he looked Charlie in the eyes and said, "I don't have any cash money, Charlie, but I'm puttin' my girl here up to cover my bet!"

"Pa!" Lana exclaimed, a look of total disbelief covering her face.

She started to turn from the table, to run back to the sanctuary of her bedroom, but Jake's hand shot out and ended her retreat before it got started. His hand closed around her slender wrist, acting like a manacle.

Jake still hadn't looked at her. His steel-blue eyes were locked on Charlie's. He paid no attention to Lana's struggling, other than to tighten the grip on her wrist.

"What?" Charlie asked incredulously. He stared at Jake, not believing what he was hearing. His thoughts flashed back to the vague but arousing memories of her naked body beneath him. "No, Jake. You don't know what you're doing. It's booze talking, not you!"

Lana felt relief sweep through her body when she heard Charlie actually say no. After her previous experience with him, she was sure he would jump at a chance to fuck her, especially since it was at the hands of her pa.

She thought her pa had given up when he released her wrist. His next action caught her completely by surprise. She was standing there totally naked before she realized what had happened. Her pa had reached out and with one tug of his strong hand, ripped her flimsy nightgown from her ripe young body.

"Pa! How could you?" Lana cried out.

She tried to cover both of her firm tits and her hair-covered cunt with her hands, but it was a hopeless task.

Jake's actions shocked everyone around the table. No one could believe he had callously exposed his young girl's body that way. None of them could resist looking and enjoying the sight of her exciting naked flesh. They all felt stirrings in their balls, brought on by the sight.

Lana stood there sobbing. She kept telling herself it had to be a bad dream. Her pa wouldn't do this to her. She was his princess. Looking at him, she cried, "Why, Pa, why?"

"Now tell me this girl of mine won't cover your damn bet!" Jake said, his voice coming out in a drunken slur. "Hell, she ain't never been with a man!"

Charlie was still shaking his head no. He wouldn't look his friend in the eye. He was wishing he hadn't back raised his friend of so many years. He knew his friend's pride wouldn't let him retract the raise.

"Come on, man, you know I have you beat! That's why you won't let me put her up!" Jake said angrily.

"Jake, don't do…" Charlie started.

"Fuck it, Charlie! I've got you beat and you know it!" He looked around the table at the other players. "How about one of you? Do any of you have enough balls to take me up on my offer? Will you cover my bet with her as collateral?"

None of the players could look him in the eye. They had never seen him act this way before. Each was tempted to put up the money, the sight of the naked young girl causing arousal in each of them. The consequences of their actions, once Jake sobered up, was the only thing that held them back.

"Oh shit!" Jake exclaimed in exasperation. "I'll make it easy on you. All of you put it up. You can't buy pussy that cheap in a whorehouse!"

Lana couldn't believe she was hearing these words out of her pa's mouth. This was the same man who ran off the young men who came courting her, saying she was too young. Now he was ready to sell her like a whore.

"Pa, don't do this to me!" she pleaded.

Jake ignored his daughter. He looked from one card player to another, waiting for an affirmative nod before looking toward the next. He was obsessed with the hand and had reached the point where nothing else mattered. He waited until each player threw his share into the pot.

"Call!" Jake smiled. His voice was filled with pure triumph. He slapped his cards face up on the table. "Now beat these four beautiful aces!"

Charlie shook his head. Throwing his cards face down on the table, he answered, "Good hand, Jake. Sure didn't figure you were holding that strong."

Lana turned and ran from the room as her pa moved to rake in the huge pot. She threw herself across the bed. She was filled with hurt and disgust at the ordeal her pa had just subjected her to. She could still feel all those prying eyes ogling her tender young body.

With the pot in front of him, Jake said, "what were you so damn proud of, Charlie?"

Even as he asked, he reached out and flipped the discarded hand over. Exposed were all diamonds.

"Hell, Charlie, a flush didn't stand a chance. No wonder you didn't want me to call!"

"Yeah, I tried to run a bluff," Charlie agreed. "Should have known better!"

Still looking at the upturned hand, Jake's booze-fogged mind registered something that wasn't right. Then it dawned on him what had already become apparent to everyone else at the table. Charlie had folded the winning hand. It was a straight flush.

Jake's face and neck flushed red. His hand was a loser. In his anger, he shoved the pile of money toward Charlie. His voice was choked with anger, when he spoke.

"You son of a bitch! You tried to give me that hand. I don't need your fuckin' charity!" His chair fell over backwards as he shoved away from the table. It was just sinking in what he had done. He had just sold his own flesh and blood. He had become a pimp, yet his pride and honor forbade him to go back on his word.

He was filled with remorse, his steps staggering as he grabbed a bottle of raw whisky from the countertop. Moving to the door leading outside, he spoke, choking back drunken sobs, "You know where she's at."

The four remaining players silently watched Jake leave the cabin. The anticipation of the naked young cunt in the next room had their cocks already starting to get hard. Each of them had watched her walking around the cabin at various times and felt the lust sweep through their bodies for her fine virgin pussy. Now, it was theirs!

"So who gets her first?" Charlie asked, licking his lips in anticipation. He was hoping it would be him who got to pop her cherry.

"Why don't we cut cards for it?" Mike suggested.

"Fuck, yeah, that's the only fair way," John agreed. Picking up the cards, he started shuffling them.

"Time's wasting, let's do it!" Harold urged. His cock was throbbing in anticipation.