Val Marrick - Whipped And Raped

The smell of her own greedy, needy cunt was strong and heavy in her nostrils'.

Sally had never really liked the odor of her pussy before. But now, as her twat responded in its sweet way to the sensuous contact and its honey poured out to enfold Ricky's probing finger, she realized it was the nicest smell in the world. The smell of her own pleasure.

"God, you're hot!" Ricky husked in her ear.

"Put it in me! Put your whole hand in me!" Sally begged. "I don't care – I need my pussy filled. Oh, shove it up me!"

Sally groped awkwardly behind her, feeling for the tell-tale bulge in Ricky's cords. She found it just as the finger parted her blood-gorged pussy flaps and plunged inside her. She clutched convulsively at the prick and her whole body jumped.

"Mmmmm! Mmmmmmmm! Mmmmmnnnnnnn!" she moaned. Got to be quiet, she thought.

Mustn't wake Daddy. But oh God, so nice!

"Feel my cock," Ricky murmured. "It's rock-hard and ready, baby. And it's all for you!"

Sally's pussy muscle tightened once, experimentally, then damped around his plunging finger with a force that made him gasp. Tentatively she began to pump her hand up and down Ricky's hard-on, feeling it grow ever bigger and harder.

"You're huge!" she breathed. "How could it ever fit inside my poor pussy?"

"Let me show you, Sally baby," Ricky urged. "Just let me show you!"

"Oh, I want to!" Sally said. His finger was in her to the knuckle. She sucked harder and barely bit off a scream as his knuckle bumped her swollen clitoris.

And then it happened. Sally's orgasm smashed into her and made her head swim and her vision fade. She bounced a$ joggled and shivered like a wet dog shaking off water. Small sounds of ecstasy rolled from her throat. Her spasming pussy pulled on Ricky's finger, dragging it up into her. He put another finger inside her, then another, and still that greedy coming snatch demanded more.

"Oh Ricky!" Sally shrieked, out of control, not caring. "Oh, it's happening! I .. I'm cooooomninunmiillnnnnggg!"

Upstairs a door slammed open. "Sally?" her father's voice asked from the upstairs landing. "Is that you? Are you all right!"

"Omigod!" Sally squealed. "Daddy! Hurry, Ricky or he'll-"

"Or he'll what?" demanded her father's voice. "Oh, dear God!" `Quickly, Sally sat up. She snatched her hand away from Ricky's rapidly-deflating, prick. The youth's hand slid guiltily out from under her skirt. Telltale juices glistened on his fingers.

"What in the hell is going on here?" Canavan demanded. It was as if another man stood there at the foot of the stairs, glaring at Sally with such incredible rage. The blonde had never heard her father sound like that before.

"Daddy," she said, in a tiny, frightened voice. She pressed her hands over her fits protectively. "It's all right, Daddy. Nothing was happening, honest."

"I'll say something was happening!" roared her father, his face going purple with fury. "I know perfectly well what's happening,,you loose little slut. My Christ, and in your own house!"

Sally's father was tall but she had never really thought of him as really big before. Now he loomed like a building, seeming to fill the room with his anger, menace, and out rage.

"Now, wait, Mr. Canavan," Ricky began, getting to' his feet. "Sally didn't have anything to do with this. I wanted to, but she wouldn't let me."

"Be quiet!" thundered Canavan. "Do you think I'm blind? Or just deaf? You two young animals were yowling like rutting alley cats! Sally, what if your mother heard you?"

Sally's blue eyes filled with tears. An awful sense hit her that she had betrayed her parents. "Ricky," she sniffled. "You'd better go."

"But Sally," the youth said, turning back to her.

"That's right," Canavan said. "Get the hell out of here right now. And don't ever come back, you filthy spoiling Mexican!"

Ricky flushed under his dark skin. Sally's blue eyes were full of pain as she met his gaze. "I'm sorry," she whispered brokenly, to Ricky, to her father.

Ricky walked out, past the towering form of Mr. Canavan, out into the night.

When the door closed behind him Canavan strode forward to stand glowering down at his daughter. She was quietly sobbing into her fists, now. Her small body shook with misery.

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would `never hive believed it! My own daughter – rolling around with that Mexican stud like a common whore!" Sally shook her head, her straight blonde hair flying from side to side.

"No! No!"

"Yes!" her father yelled. "Look at me!" She shook her head again.

"I can't! I won't!" she bawled.

"You can and' you will," snarled her father. `"And that isn't all!"

He reached out a hand and twisted a fistful of her hair in it. He forced Sally's head back until her neck creaked and she was staring fearfully up into his eyes. She saw a thing there she had never seen before. Something she could not Identify. A thing that scared her to the core of her being.

"That's right, you nasty little slut, look, at me when I talk to you," Canavan said through clenched teeth. "I've done my best to give you a good Christian upbringing. Since your mother's stroke I've cared for you all by myself. Your mother never helped. She couldn't! Do you know?" be asked with sudden force.

"Do you have `any idea how long it's been since I touched a woman? Three years!

Ever since your mother's stroke. And all that time I've watched you turn into a woman, growing, filling out.

"I watched your young body blossom, while I never touched a woman! And, this, this is how you repay me!" He moved suddenly and Sally's head rocked to a resounding slap across her face. She fell back with a yelp and pressed a hand to her cheek. She could feel the palm print burn and flush in her skin. "You act like any cheap, loose, round-heeled slut! Like a prostitute! A harlot!

You're a loose woman. You're no daughter of mine."

Sally's eyes widened in horror as his big hands began to undo his belt. "Don't spank me," she begged.

Her father leered at her. "I won't spank you," he said in a strangely slurred voice. "Spanking is for children. You're not a child any more. You're a slut.

And you're going to get what a slut gets."

He finished with his belt and unbuttoned his pants. Sally watched, transfixed, as her father pulled down his pants and under-shorts. His cock sprang free, as throbbingly erect as Ricky's had been.

"Oh my God," Sally gasped.

Canavan slapped her again. "Don't use the Lord's Name in vain, you harlot," he rasped viciously. "You belong to the devil now. You're his daughter, not mine."

Still shaking her head. Sally moved away from him. "No, no," she said. He grabbed her hair with both hands and yanked her back, thrusting forward with his hips. His stiff prick speared against her mouth. It forced her lips apart.

It drove between her teeth and into her mouth.

Sally screamed, the sound muffled by the long plug of her father's cock. She could feel herself starting to gag. The flavor and smell of cock was overpowering. She fought to escape.

"God, that's it, you little slut," her father groaned, thrusting insistently forward with his hips. Sally rocked her head frantically, trying to reject her father's prick from her mouth. She pushed at it urgently with her tongue, trying to get it out. The frenzied efforts only doubled her father's enjoyment of face fucking her. His eyes were closed and his mouth was wrapped around a blissful smile.

The steel-hard bar of cock in Sally's face started jerking and pulsing. He's going to come! Sally thought. My father is going to come in my mouth!

With a sudden surge of strength Sally broke free of his grasp. A few golden strands of hair tore loose and hung in his hands as she fell against the back of the couch. Her stomach gave a lurch. The girl leaned over, gagging and retching.