Roberta Vickers: Raped teenager

Karen pulled the blouse tight around her body. Posing in front of the mirror delighted her. She gazed at the trim figure she saw reflected. The impudent tits poking firmly against the thin material clearly allowed the girl's nipples to appear as two tiny mushrooms. The knockers themselves weren't small. They were ample, more than ample if the way the studs in the high school looked at her was any guide.

The tight jeans looked as if they had been painted on her. The denim was stretched to the breaking point, especially around the smooth curve of her flaring ass. Trim legs were sheathed in the material to leave her bare feet poking out beneath.

She turned around a couple times and decided she looked good, damned good. No bragging, just simple fact.

And for the thousandth time, she wished her parents hadn't dragged her along on this silly vacation. They were both lushes and their idea of fun was getting plastered. There was nothing for her to do except sit and watch. There weren't even any boys around where her old man usually stopped the camper for the night.

Karen looked out over the desert. The mountains weren't too far distant. They might as well have been a million miles away. The desert was desolate, lonely and barren.

No boys anywhere.

Her mother was finishing off a bottle of cheap bourbon. Her father had already started on his second of the day. Since both were well on the way to being totally out of it, she decided to just leave and wander around a little bit before going to bed.

Karen didn't even bother to answer when her father drunkenly called out, "Where the fuck you going?"

The tinny door of the camper slammed behind her, cutting off the noise of him arguing with her mother. That went on constantly. She was more interested in the way the cool desert air caressed her body, dried off the sweat and made her feel good again.

Even the sand under her bare feet felt good. Experiencing all the sensations possible was where it was at. This was why she felt so cut off from everything on this silly vacation. No people anywhere. Boring.

A hundred paces down the road she heard the camper door slam open and a drunken voice shouting, "Goddamn, you have to go an' pass out on me? I'm horny, dammit. So fucking Goddamn horny I'd screw a skunk if I could find one."

Her father fell out of the camper to land on the ground. Karen didn't even bother looking back to see if he was hurt. He was so juiced he'd just slide on down to the ground. And with a fifth of booze in him, he was anesthetized within an inch of his life.

It came as a complete shock to her when a rough hand grabbed her by the arm. She spun and faced her father.

"What is it?" she demanded. "I was just going for a walk."

"Wanna drink?" He shoved the half empty bottle at her.

"I wouldn't touch that filthy stuff. Not after what it's done to you and Mom."

"What d'ya mean? Good stuff. Your mother's passed out on me. Horny. Damn horny." His hands clawed at her blouse.

She slapped away the paw and took a step back. This wasn't the way he usually was. She'd never seen him quite so drunk – or blatantly lustful. Karen wasn't quite sure what she should do.

"Let me help you back to the camper. You can sleep it off." She put her arm under his and supported his bulk. Grunting, she said, "You sure do stink from that rot gut."

She shouldn't have approached the man. He used his weight to push her to the ground. Trapped under his body, she struggled uselessly. His hands lacked coordination but had all his passions backing them. He succeeded in ripping open her blouse. It was instantly apparent she wasn't wearing a bra.

"Goddamn, what a set of knockers."

He slobbered a little and buried his face between the twin mounds of titflesh. Karen struggled, trying to get her father off her. She couldn't. Whether it was instinct or cunning, she couldn't tell, but he effectively held her down.

The girl felt his rough tongue working back and forth in the deep canyon between her jugs. It was a good feeling, no matter whose tongue was there. The rough, wet tongue licked up and down the soft skin several times before starting up one of the snowy white cones. In the light from the rising moon, the trail of saliva glowed. She looked down and could see where the man's tongue had been. The gleam on her tit was as exciting as it was disgusting to her.

"Get off me!" she shouted. The words vanished into the quiet of the desert.

His mouth reached the top of her naked tit. He sucked in the now turgid nipple and began to play with it. His tongue slithered back and forth over the nubbin until the girl was moaning. The pleasure spearing into her body offset her desire to get rid of the smelly old man. It had been a long time since she'd found a good lay.

But she wasn't going to screw her father. That was incest. The thought repulsed her. She could have puked when she took a deep breath, smelled stale liquor and sweat. There was no doubt she had momentarily been swept away by the tonguing of her knockers, but that was gone. She'd come to her senses now.

"Off, damn you!"

His hands fumbled at the front of her jeans. She began fighting him in earnest now but it did no good. He was too strong for her. The girl was almost sobbing by the time he ripped off her jeans and dragged them down her slender legs.

In the full moonlight, her naked skin gleamed like ivory-pale white, lovely, more gorgeous than anything the man had ever seen before. The smooth flesh of her inner thighs beckoned to him. He ripped off the cotton panties with a singe motion.

She cried out again at the pain. A bright red welt appeared at the waistline where the elastic on her panties had been. The agony was just beginning for her. She knew he was going to rape her. She used her fists to pound at him. It did no good. Her father was too strong and could take any punishment she could mete out to him.

The sand under her naked ass began to grind into her tender flesh. The slightest motion sent arrows of agony through her body. She struggled harder to get away.

As long as he held her tit in his mouth, she was scared he would bite the nipple off. His mouth was fastened like an eel's to her tender boobs. And his hands were mauling her constantly. He grabbed for her other tit and clutched at it. No matter how she turned, he was always there, following her, even anticipating her moves.

She told herself to keep her legs tightly closed. Don't give him a chance to get into the goodies. He was hornier than hell and if he saw her pussy, it would drive him absolutely berserk with lust.

The moonlight betrayed her. It was so bright it cast shadows. When her bush moved out of a shadow into the full lunar light, he saw the fleecy covering on her pussy mound.

"Hey, look at that!"

"Stop! Stop it, damn you!" She flailed out with little effect.

"Gonna fuck that little pussy. Gonna fuck it good!"

He opened his fly and let his cock spring out. In the moonlight it was an ugly red bludgeon. In horror, the girl saw the purpled head dancing around like a snake's head looking for a spot to strike. She pulled her legs even closer together.

He leaned forward on her tit, brutally mashing it flat. She yelped in pain as her entire body was flooded with the knife of agony. Unconsciously, she allowed her legs to open up just a little. Just a little; not much. But enough. In a flash, he was between hex legs thrusting forward with his dork.

She screamed again as his cock smashed into the soft flaps of her pussy lips. The meaty battering ram of prick sailed all the way up her dry twat. The torment was incredible. She'd never been fucked before her cunt was nice and juicy. The pain was almost too much to bear.