Val Marrick - Whipped And Raped

Her father was livid. "You don't like it?" he roared. "What's the matter with my cock, bitch? Doesn't it taste good enough? Not as good as brown Mexican cock, is it?" His pecker wagged in rhythm to his words. It was long and skinny, like a policeman's nightstick.

Sally sobbed and choked, denying him, denying what he'd done. It made him even madder.

"You don't like my cock!" he yelled again. "Well, you're going to get it anyway, bitch! You're going to get it right now!"

Roughly he grabbed her shoulder and spun her to face him. He pushed her onto her back so hard her legs went up in the air. Catching one of her waving legs in one hand, he reached with the other for her pale blue panties.

Sally could feel what he was doing. "Daddy, no!" she wailed. "Daddy, what are you doing? Daddy, it's me, remember? Your daughter, Sally! Oh don't, Daddy.

Doooooon't!"

Robert Canavan pulled with such force that he tore the panties clear away from his daughter's hips. Sally waggled her legs wildly in the air. He stared as her struggling splayed wide open the lips of her still-damp cunt. The pink-rimmed, virginal gash was a breathtaking display. Thick puffy rolls of flesh framed the dainty petals of her pussy and the deeper red of her dripping depths. His mind was enflamed with lust at the prospect of flicking her. And the thick, damp aroma of aroused pussy was strong in his nostrils.

Sally felt her father's hand close over her pussy and she cried out again. Her cry turned into a low moan of unwilling passion as Canavan rolled his thumb over her swollen cit. In spite of her shame and horror, it felt too good to resist the overpowering message of pleasure it sent pounding to her brain. But it was her own father doing this to her! It was wrong – so wrong!

"Oh, Daddy," Sally cried. "Wait, don't – it's not right. It's… it's… unnnnnhhhhh!" She broke into an incoherent yell of pain and pleasure as her father plunged the full length of his pounding prick into her.

He stabbed her so violently with his cock that he never felt the small push of resistance to his first assault. The cherry she had wanted to give her lover had been broken, and he didn't even notice.

Drool ran from the corner of Canavan's mouth, and he grunted. Christ, the little slut was tight. Too tight for a girl who'd been spreading her luscious white thighs for any stud that came along. Well, this was no time for second thoughts. All be wanted now was a grand, glorious flick. To blow all his long-simmering load deep into her box.

It felt as if a spear had been run into Sally's body. A wave of agony washed over her as the virgin walls of her cunt were wedged ruthlessly apart by the hard-driven cock. Then her daddy's big dick began to pull out, and it felt as if it were drawing her soul out with it. It made a lewd slurping sound.

"Ohhhhhh!" she cried in spite of herself. "Oh, it feels good!"

"You like it do you, bitch?" gasped her father, slobbering on his chin in his frenzy of lust. "Well that's good, cause you're going to get it again `and again till it's all finished with you."

"Oh yes!" Sally screamed wantonly as he pumped her. "Oh, yesssss!"

In and out he fucked. Sally's cunt juices flowed and flowed until they ran out of her gash onto the sofa. Her father's hard fucking sprayed a mist of cunt honey over his hips and thighs and belly. Sally felt the cold sweat spray over her churning loins as she raised her body to meet each and every thrust.

"Oh, do it to me, Daddy!" she screamed. "Fuck into me with that long, long cock!"

Muscles stood out on her father's arms. He didn't seem to notice the ripening glory of her jugs, spilling out of her open blouse. His head was back and his eyes screwed tightly shut.

Something caught at Sally's throat. "Oh, come in me, Daddy! I'm about to come," she cried. "Fill my pussy with your come!"

Urgently she sucked in with her belly muscles. A velvet noose clamped onto her father's cock shaft. It did the trick. He grunted and blew his wad, every bit of it.

The first hot spurt splashed all the way to her womb. It felt like burning acid eating into her. "Oh Daddy, you're coming!" screamed Sally. "You're coming in me now! Fill my pussy with your jism!"

The big fountaining prick was doing its best to obey. Time and again Canavan's cock jerked and spat and fired another blast' of sperm deep into his daughter's belly. His arms were turning to jelly. His head reeled. But he just couldn't quit coming – couldn't stop pumping gallons of his load into his daughter's forbidden snatch!

Another orgasm piled into Sally.. Her father's fucking drove her ass deep into the sofa cushions. She clawed her nails into his forearms and arched her back to take him in farther.

"Oh! Oh! Oooh!" she shrieked. "I'm coming again! Oh Daddy! Oh Daddy! Oh, Ricky!"

As Sally howled with wordless ecstasy her father collapsed on top of her. He crushed her. His hands clutched her. He fucked into her with the last of his spurting lust.

Sally went through orgasm after orgasm. Her pussy sucked her father's cock dry, and kept on sucking.

Finally the fury of climax subsided in Sally's father and he lay still atop her. Her own spent passion became a sweet haze of afterglow. "Oh, Ricky," she purred unthinkingly.

And then it hit her. What had happened. Who had done it.

"Oh my God!" Sally gasped. "Daddy!" She began to squirm and push him off. Sick shame overcame her.

Robert Canavan shook his head like a man waking from a deep sleep. He rolled off her. His deflating cock slid from her pussy with an obscene plop! A string of gooey jism ran from the tip of his prick to her overflowing cunt mouth as he stood up. It lengthened, sagged, and broke, falling to mingle with the dark pool of juice on the couth beneath Sally's butt.

Saliva was smeared all over his face. The terrible light still shone in his eyes. "You're a good fuck, I'll give you that," he said nastily. "You must do a lot of exercises to keep your twat that tight." He gave a small, ugly laugh as he pulled on his pants. He didn't notice his cock smeared with red from breaking her cherry.

He left Sally there, crying hysterically, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

He didn't say another word to the daughter he had just violated so brutally. He just walked up the stairs into the master bedroom and shut the door behind him.

The door of the big two-story house opened silently. Sally looked up and down the dark street. The buses were making their last runs of the night. She closed the door behind her and walked away from the house without looking back.

The bus stop was a block and a half away. Sally walked from one pool of light from the streetlights to the next, constantly looking over her shoulder. Was her father following her? Or was someone else somewhere behind her, unseen in the shadows, waiting to pounce on her from the blackness and drag her off to unspeakable degradations and possibly murder?

Part of the lithe blonde girl was scared. Part of her didn't care. She didn't know how she could live with herself any more. Not after what her very own father had done to her. And after she had enjoyed having him do it. Sally had raised her voice in lust, begged for him to fill her pussy with his forbidden seed. It was unbelievable. It was horrible.

Sally felt as if she was all the things her father had called her. Slut.

Harlot. Loose woman. She had loved the wild incestuous fucking her father had dealt her.

The street stayed deserted, despite Sally's fears. The bus came. Sally climbed aboard and paid the fare, not daring to look at the middle-aged bus driver. She felt certain it must show on her face. She had just been raped by her father.

Her innocence was despoiled. And she had liked it! She felt her shame must be branded into her forehead in letters of scarlet.