Norma Egan: Daddy_s slut girl

Cindy clapped her hands over her ears, not wanting to hear any more of his insane accusations. Oh, God, why did she have to live with this man?

George suddenly reached out and ripped her shirt right down the front, exposing her lacy pink bra. Cindy screamed and gawked at him in disbelief. His eyes were hot, hungry.

"He touched you there," George muttered, staring fixedly at his teenage daughter's round swelling tits. "He played with your boobs, didn't he, you whore?" He threw himself half over her, panting. "Let me see them titties," he gasped. "I wanta see 'em."

"Pop, for God's sake, stop!" Cindy cried.

She clapped her hands over her tits, but George simply seized her flimsy bra and tore it off, then shoved her hands out of the way. Cindy's sweet bare boobs almost made him dizzy with lust. She had bigger than average tits, like her mother, but not so large as to be saggy or outlandish. The ripe, creamy globes were the size of grapefruits, perfectly round and unblemished, topped with rosy pink little nipples. They stood tip firm and swelling even when she reclined.

George had never seen his daughter's tits before. He'd stopped helping her with her bath long ago, when she was a little girl, because he thought it wasn't right. Now in his drunkenness he was confused. Sometimes he remembered she was Cindy, his daughter, and that he was scolding her for going out with a guy, but other times he thought of her just as an anonymous slut who had to be punished. Now he gazed ravenously at her perfect young tits, and he felt an aroused tingling sensation in his balls, the twitching and swelling of his cock…

"Look at them boobies," he panted. "Shit, they're beautiful. Big an' white an' nice… I gotta touch 'em…"

"Ohhhhh, God, Pop, NO!" Cindy whined.

His hot sweaty hands began fumbling on the sensitive flesh of her jugs, and she shuddered. She didn't know what to do. It was wrong, sick, for him to be touching her like this, to see her naked breasts, but on the other hand, if she fought, if she angered him, he'd beat her black and blue. He'd never done anything like this before. What was the matter with him?

"Oh, Lordy, they're soft," George moaned as he cupped and squeezed his daughter's sweet satiny boobs. "Let me kiss 'em, honey. Let me taste these cute little titties!"

Pop's greasy head dipped down over her chest, and Cindy felt his wet lips pressing against her tender wobbling tits. It was repulsive to her, and she moaned and shuddered. His hair was dirty, and he reeked of booze. Yet she was afraid to push him away. Even his slimy kisses on her bare boobs were better than being beaten.

George kissed the sweet firm melons hungrily, drooling in his excitement. He hadn't fucked a woman in weeks, not since the black whore who had charged him ten dollars for about thirty seconds of her time. He needed to get laid badly. Cindy wept and protested, but he didn't recognize her voice. He saw only her body, her delicious young sweet body… He planted his spitty mouth on one of her cute pink nipples and began to suck it loudly, with a wet obscene slurping noise.

Cindy let her head flop back limply on the couch. She was feeling dizzy and confused. She hated her father, hated the dirty things he was doing to her, yet somehow, in some weird way, she felt herself getting hot and excited. His wet sucking of her tender nipple was sending little jolts of pleasure through her body, right down to her crotch. Her cunt felt very warm and curiously wet.

"Ummm," gurgled George. "Ummmm!"

He sucked ravenously on her pink nipple, bathing it in his scalding saliva. Eagerly he eased a hand under her taut little ass, feeling the small firm globes of her butt-cheeks. He began to caress her there. Even through her skirt and panties he could feel the heat of her healthy young body.

Cindy gazed dizzily at the ceiling. Pop's hot hand teased her little ass, and it felt kind of good, in the same crazy way she liked his slurpy sucking of her tit. She wondered if this was what the older girls called "horny". At school she listened to their gossip, to their excited chatter about their dates, and they were always talking about getting "horny" for some guy. As far as Cindy understood the word, it meant that they wanted the guy to touch them, to ball them.

Cindy knew very little about sex, mostly the basic dry mechanics she'd learned in a sex education class in junior high and the dirty words Pop was always using. But the way people talked about it all the time with eager, sniggering excitement made it sound like a lot of fun. Cindy was eager to learn about it, to date guys, but Pop made everything so difficult. And now he was having this crazy fit. Cindy was very confused.

George grunted and panted over her swollen tit, his face hot and sweaty against her tender cringing flesh. She felt his hand fumbling around, creeping under her skirt, snaking up the silk of her inner thighs.

"Pop, cut it out!" she cried, pushing at his broad hard shoulders.

George didn't budge. He didn't even hear her. He was lost in his overpowering lust, his irresistible need for a fuck. He kept mouthing her sweet wobbling jugs, and he slipped his hand under her short skirt for a feel of pussy. Her thighs were so soft.

He touched the moist hot crotch of her panties, and his horny excitement mounted. He felt his cock going rock-hard in the confinement of his pants, his balls filling up tightly with their load of jism.

He wiggled a finger inside the wet crotch of her panties and felt the fine down of her pussy-fur. Jesus, her cunt was hot, like an oven!

George wriggled his thick callused finger between her furry twat-lips and into the slick burning flesh of her slit. He found the tiny hot nub of her clitoris and began to rub it, hoping to arouse her. He had to fuck this woman…

"Ohhhh!" Cindy gasped.

No one had ever touched her there before. She'd discovered the funny little point of red flesh when she bathed, but she didn't know what it was for. Now as Pop's big rough finger rubbed back and forth over the tiny shaft, Cindy felt searing waves of pleasure melting her whole cunt. Never had she felt anything so delicious. She moaned, and her large blue eyes rolled dizzily. She felt a tidal wave of juice squirting from her cunt…

George felt it, too. His palm was suddenly soaked with her hot sticky cunt-cream, and she moaned and writhed lustily beneath him. He grinned. This little broad was getting hot for him. "Yeah, baby, yeah," he crooned huskily. "Felt real nice, didn't it? I'll give ya more."

He began sawing his rough finger back and forth over the ultrasensitive bump of her virgin clit. Hot streaks of pleasure flashed through her body, and Cindy moaned loudly. She knew that Pop was doing something wrong, something wicked, but it felt sooo good… More hot juice streamed from her aroused twat, and she helplessly opened her legs wide to let him work.

But George was getting impatient. In his macho lower-class world there was no room for foreplay. If you wanted a woman, you just took her.

Growling with hot lust, he began to tear off Cindy's skirt. The girl shrieked and clawed at his hands, but he paid no attention. He ripped the flimsy garment off and tossed it away. Then he seized her skimpy pink panties and tugged them violently down.

"Pop, No!" Cindy shouted.

She hadn't expected his sudden attack, and she found herself quickly naked under his leering red eyes. They both gawked at her lush little adolescent body, at the tiny golden fluff of cunt-fur at the base of her belly. Cindy stared in disbelief, George in delight and hunger.

"Lookit that sweet little pussy," he muttered. Spit flecked the corners of his mouth, and he leered down at the adorable little golden beaver. "Gotta get me some of that," he panted, "some of that good hot pussy…"