Unknown - Pony girl

"Oh yes, I'll go in the house and get it. And you, get on with your chores, sister. Don't be wasting your time chitter-chattering with those mooney eyes."

"I swear," he went on in the kitchen as he counted out the money to Brad King, "they say in the church that women are pure and saintly, but every woman I've ever known has been hornier than a female feline in heat. Except the female of the human species is like that ALL THE TIME. Fifty-sixty-sixty-five," he counted out.

"Don't you agree with me, Brad?" he asked.

"Yessir," said Brad.

"Listen, don't you let me catch you hanging around my little Lena. That girl's very precious to me, and I won't have no country hicks knocking her up before her time. You hear me, boy?"

"Yessir. Nothing could be farther from my mind," Brad said.

Her father took her brutally that night. He made no show of hiding what he was about. After dinner, while her mother was at the sink doing the dishes, Lena tried on a new dress she had ordered through the mail. It had just come that day. Her mother pinned it up for her and then she went to her room and changed back into her jeans. She sat cross-legged on the floor, watching TV, with pins in her mouth, as she sewed. She had a good, clever little stitch. All the while her father sat smoking and watching her. He watched every movement of her tits beneath her blouse, and every strain of the denim across her cunt.

Lena was aware of his eyes, but felt safe because of her mother's presence. Surely he couldn't take her right in front of her mother.

Suddenly he swooped down on her, scattering her dish of pins, and simply picked her up and carried her through the kitchen and out of the house under his arm.

"Roland, what are you doing?" screeched and flapped his wife Mara at the kitchen door as she watched her husband carry her daughter to the barn.

"Shut up and keep out of here," he merely roared at her over her shoulder.

She stood for a moment nervously wringing a towel in her hand as she stared at the closed barn door.

Inside, Roland Hanson tied his daughter's neck to the base of one of the posts. He didn't have to fear her flailing arms and legs.

"Mother! MOTHER!" she was screaming.

"No, cunt, I'm your father," he slapped her face back and forth until she stopped screaming. He left the red imprint of his fingers across her face. He parted her thighs with his rough knees. His own thighs were like mountains, thick and heavy and strong. The white skin of her own thighs, cruelly parted, against his, was like cream lying beside mutton.

His cock was hurting him in his pants. The tip of it stuck above the waistband. He tore the buckle open on his belt and unzipped his fly. He squashed his cock into her face, dragging the end of the huge member across her cheeks and lips and nose, across her eyes, smashing her face with it.

"So you got the hots for Brad King, do you. Open your eyes and take your fill of the likes of a real man," he snarled in her ear.

She opened her eyes in time to witness his cock take aim for a moment over her mouth. His hands, one on her upper and one on her lower jaw, pried her mouth open. She watched the cock descend into her small gaping mouth.

It filled all the space between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, then pushed further into the hole of her throat. Again and again he raised and then lowered himself down into the soft cunt-like flesh of her throat, while she choked and sputtered and tried to keep breathing through her nose.

"You think Brad King's thingie is as big and bad as mine," he whispered evilly into her ear.

She was just breathing and trying to open her mouth wide to allow him the kind of access he insisted on, so he would get his rocks off and let her loose.

But he wanted an answer to his question.

He reached behind him, as he sat on her chest plunging his cock into her face, for her boobs. He found one with one hand and he juggled it in his hand so full and weighty was it. He found and juggled the other one. Then his fingers sought the nipple, which he treated with a sharp twist.

"Owwww," a gurgled sound came out of her full mouth, and she tossed her head, which made her choke even more as she was brought up short by the leather thong around her neck.

"Do you think his cock is as big as mine?" he demanded of her again giving the nipple another good hard twist.

"Nnnnn," she shook her head from side to side.

He seemed satisfied with her answer for he jumped out, pulling his cock out of her mouth and he stood above her naked body.

Kneeling he forced her legs apart again and he surveyed the pink pussy lying helpless before him, couched in her wheat-colored cunt hair. He spat on the cunt to make it slippery wet.

"Driest fucking cunt in the Midwest," he said with contempt.

Then he made a fist and began to try to shove it in her now wet cunt. She shrieked with pain, for he had grabbed some of her hair in his fist, and he was mercilessly trying to get all five of his crumpled fingers and knotted knuckles up her at once, and indeed he did. He kept at it until he had worked his fist all the way in.

He chortled, "Look!" he said. "Look!" he shook his fist in her cunt swinging her body around, and she, exhausted, tried to raise her head and look as he said.

She saw him, the end of his arm sunk way deep into her. He looked like an amputee.

"Now I've got you where I want you!" he said. "If you ever so much as breathe in Brad King's direction, do you know what I'll do to you?" he asked.

Again he forced her to make some kind of answer. She shook her head. He told her.

"I'll stuff all kinds of things into you, I'll fuck with anything I can find lying around. I'll fuck you so good and so long and so hard that no man will want your raggedy meat after that. I'll make your cunt loose its memory that there's any such thing as a another man's cock in the world."

Now he yanked his fist out. He prepared his cock for its meal, basting it with some of his own spit.

But as he opened her cunt with his fingers he looked at the pussyflesh and realized he wanted to eat her out. Father sank his mouth into daughter's cunt and his thick hot tongue was ravaging her cunt, biting on the nub of flesh between the outer labia. He poked her clitoris with a bent finger, while his tongue stuck into her cunt depths, and she writhed and screamed at this new humiliation.

To have this huge, hideously ugly man who had fathered her, open her legs and stick his tongue in her sickened her and made her scream hysterically. Finally he removed his face from her cunt with a big grin for he had woman come smeared all over his lips.

"Sickening, they're all the same," he muttered to himself, and now he took his cock in his hand and plunged into the melting butter of her cunt. She was softer and juicier than she had ever been before, and he sank right into her cunt up to the hilt of his shaft. She was all pussysoft inside, like a juicy quilt. His dick throbbed and trembled as he withdrew it slowly, only to plunge it again. His foreskin slid up and down over his cock and there was cuntjuice all over.

He increased the friction over his penis' head by jamming in and out faster and faster. The cock made a sucking sound every time it came in and out of her passive cunthole.

Suddenly he was riding freely, as if he were on a stallion. He was no longer propelling himself on her, but it was as if he had simply let go of all control of his body and was being moved up and down through space, an inner space, a black starry universe, by some other force than his own. Smoothly, riding high and low and high and all the way, he came gushing into his daughter's cunt.

He stood up and smeared the come on his cock all over her belly, then left her lying there to untie the rope around her neck with her own hands. He didn't even bother to put on his pants as he strode across the yard and got into his car. He drove off for a night of honky-tonking, leaving the mother staring out from the kitchen window, waiting for his headlights to disappear, before she ran to her daughter lying in the barn.