It was an embarrassing situation for Susan, but she knew it would have been a lot more embarrassing if Miss Thomas had caught them a few moments later. As it was, Tim only had his hand up her skirt and they were kissing. A few moments later and Miss Thomas would have seen her with her dress up above her hips and Tim's cock going into her cunt. She was glad that didn't happen.
Still it was hard to explain.
That afternoon they had called her parents and they'd both come for her.
It was a silent ride going home. Her father kept giving her angry glances. Her mother seemed uncaring, as if it was just another burden for her to bear.
He took her to her room immediately. Her father closed the door behind them and started taking off his belt.
"We were just making out," Susan explained.
"Making out, shit!" her father shouted. "I know what you were doing. How many other boys have you fucked?"
"I haven't," Susan lied.
"I know what you've been doing, Goddamn it!" he roared. "And I know the right punishment for it."
He swung the heavy belt at her and Susan jumped back. She tripped and fell across her bed. Her short skirt rose up even higher to reveal the white flesh of her thighs. She saw her father lick his dry lips as he stared at her.
"Well now," he said. "On second thought I think I should take you across my lap. Just like when you were little."
Susan couldn't fight her father. She could run away from him, but she couldn't fight him. She quickly jumped to the other side of her bed, but he followed her around.
"Stay still," he commanded. "Don't run away from me or I'll give it to you worse."
She sat still. Tears burned at her eyes as her father sat down beside her. He took her arm and pulled her across his lap.
She was unprepared for what happened next.
He took the end of her skirt and pulled it to her waist. She knew her buttocks would be completely revealed by the flimsy fabric of her panties.
"Oh no!" she said in shame.
"Don't worry," he said. "I'm your father."
He started spanking her. At first the blows were hard. But before long the blows became softer and softer until they became little more than caresses.
Her father's breath began to get erratic.
"Fucking boys," he said softly. "That's all you're good for. Just fucking boys."
He pulled her so that her cunt was resting on his prick. She felt how hard his cock was.
"Oh no," she said as she felt her father's big hand go beneath her panties and start playing with her buttocks. "Oh please."
"What's the matter?" her father asked. "What you've been giving the others is all I ask. Isn't your father's prick good enough for you?"
"But you're my father!"
"Shit," he said. "That don't stop up no holes. I still know how to use one. Ask your mother."
Susan sobbed as he picked her up and dropped her down on the bed. He began to strip off his clothes. She saw his hairy chest and then his shorts especially where his prick was bunched up.
"No," he said, looking at her with excitement. "You take my shorts off."
Susan took the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down over his legs. He picked his feet up and she pulled them off. She raised her head and saw his erect prick waiting for her.
"Kiss it," he said. "Show me how you suck the boys."
Susan closed her eyes. She'd tasted cum before. She'd sucked off a lot of boys at school. But somehow sucking her father felt repulsive to her. She didn't want to touch his cock.
He took a handful of her blonde hair in his iron grip.
"I said kiss it."
She kissed it. Very lightly. He wouldn't stand for that. He tightened his grip on her hair and pulled her face back to his cock. He pushed it at her mouth.
"Goddammmmmn!" he roared. "You know how to do it. I know you do. Now do it right. Make me happy."
There was no way out. She opened her mouth and took his hard prick between her lips. How many times had she seen this same hard prick going into her mother's pussy, with her mother groaning and moaning? How many times? It seemed the most vulgar thing she'd ever done.
"Goddamn," he said softly. "I knew you knew how. Now suck it good, baby, and I'll give you a present."
She knew what the present would be, but she saw no way to avoid it. She sucked his rigid flesh deep into her throat. His firm prick pushed at the back of her throat and he groaned loudly.
She used her tongue in the tight confines, rubbing the top of his prick as well as she could. She had never sucked a bigger prick but she had long since learned to breathe from her nose while she sucked cock.
"Shit," he said. "Shit, shit, shit! I knew you had a good mouth."
She wanted him to come quickly, so she nursed his cock like a baby.
She swallowed up as much of his cock as she could and then slowly pulled his prick from her mouth with a loud pop. Then she repeated the process. He was groaning loudly.
She released his cock once more and she began to use her tongue. She ran her tongue down the upper side of his prick and then came back up to the head. Again she went down on his long length until she could feel his heavy balls resting against her chin.
She knew she was adept at giving blow-jobs. She knew that no girl in school had more experience in giving them. Now she was using all the experience she had to make her father come quickly. She only knew that she didn't want her father to fuck her.
"God, baby!" he groaned. "God, you can do it! I knew you could. God Almighty, what a mouth!"
She tasted the first of his lubricating fluid. She released his cock and touched the tip of her tongue to his hole. Again she tasted fluid and then just a salty taste. She knew he was getting ready to come.
"Goddamn, baby!" he said. "Take it in your mouth! I'm ready to give you my present. Goddamn, I'm going to come! Take it in your fucking mouth!"
She was almost too slow. The first spurt of white caught her on the cheek, but then her mouth was enveloping his prick once more and she was tasting his jism. She swallowed quickly as he pumped his seed into her throat. He had a heavy load. It took her a while before she had drained him dry.
Susan fell backwards. She was relieved. At least now he wouldn't fuck her. She was thankful for that.
But then her father said: "Strip."
She looked up in amazement. He was massaging the head of his cock and it was already becoming hard again. God, she'd never realized that he was so animal-like.
"Strip, I said!"
His command was to be obeyed. She stood up and began to unbutton her blouse. He couldn't wait. He took the neck of her blouse and ripped it into two halves. She had not worn a bra.
She blushed as she felt his hot eyes taking in her ample tits. She couldn't believe that it was her father looking at her tits. She was beginning to feel a little warm under his gaze. She'd always been proud of her titties. And when boys looked at them, she'd always pushed them out to show their creamy flesh to good advantage.
Now she was feeling proud again and she wished she wasn't.
Not in front of her father.
"Now the rest," he said. "Take it all off. Quickly, Goddamn it!"
She reached for the zipper of her short skirt and pulled her skirt off. Now she stood before him in only her flimsy panties. She saw his eyes go to the junction of her thighs, where her blonde pubic hair was visible.
"The panties," he said. "Now the panties."
She stripped the panties off her long legs. She could not take her eyes away from his prick. It had slowly grown to full length as he watched her undress.
"Shit," he said. "I've got to fuck you!"
Now he was really like an animal. He pushed her onto the bed and positioned himself between her thighs. He gave a shove and buried his cock in her cunt.
He fucked her violently.
He squeezed her tits, her ass, her thighs; he kissed her in every place he could reach. His violently fucking prick was beginning to turn her on. She didn't want to get turned on by her father, but it was happening.
It was pure passion, no love, no tenderness. He fucked her as he would have fucked the lowest whore and she found that she was enjoying it.
"Got you now," he whispered into her ear. "I knew you liked to fuck. I knew it would turn you on as soon as I got my cock in. You're just like your mother. She starts moaning when I get my prick in her."
And now Susan was moaning. She was experiencing exciting shivers as his cock slammed forcefully into her. His fingers found her ass and pried her ass-cheeks apart. One finger slipped into her asshole and he began to massage her there.
It was like he was beating her with his cock. Before, the boys had been exciting and their cocks helped her to make it exciting, but it had never been like this.
She bit her lip to keep from screaming, but then she couldn't hold it back any more.
"Oh my God!" he cried. "Oh Jesus Christ! I've never been fucked like this. Oh Jesus!"
He laughed as he slammed his meat into her cunt.
"I told you," he said. "I told you you'd love it. I know what kind of girl you are."
She no longer cared that it was her father who was fucking her. She no longer cared about anything except the delicious hunk of meat that was filling her cunt. She rubbed her pussy against him and her ass came off the bed in quick movements.
"Fuck me," she said. "Fuck me good!"
They both came at the same time. One moment he was driving himself into her and the next, his seed was filling her hot cunt. She flooded him with her juices at the same instant.
"Oh shit!" he yelled. "Oh shit, you're good. Good and tight, cunt. Good and tight!"
The trembling in her body stopped and she became ashamed again. Never before had she been so used. She turned her face away as he tried to kiss her.
"No kiss, huh?" he questioned. "Well, that's all right. I don't need tenderness. Just your pussy."
"No," she said. "Never again."
His voice sneered at her. "Never. Bullshit. I can have you any time I want you. You've got a hungry cunt. You need a good hard cock, and I can give you one. You enjoyed it too much, baby. Pretty soon you'll be begging for another fucking like you just had. I know cunt."
He got up and dressed. She didn't look at him.
She was afraid she would show the truth in her eyes. She had enjoyed it. If it had been any other man but her father, she would have been begging him for more in a minute. But he was her father.
She heard the door close softly and she knew he was gone.
She got up and took a long hot shower. She dressed and lay back down on the bed. It was a long time before she could gather up courage to get up.
She heard the noises as soon as she opened the door to her bedroom.
Soft moans came from the kitchen.
She walked down the hall and peered in. Her father had gone straight from her to her mother. He had her mother bent over the table and his hard cock was going into her fleshy ass. Susan's mother was moaning and crying out loud. Her father saw Susan and he smiled at her.
"Don't worry," his smile seemed to say. "I'll save up enough for you tonight."
Susan knew then that she had to leave. She hurried back to her bedroom and packed her bags. She didn't know where she was going, but she knew she had to get away from that house. Another fucking from her father and she might never want to leave again.
She took two bags and climbed out her window. She was dressed in jeans and a halter top. She hoped to catch a ride on the highway. Perhaps somebody would come along.
She had walked about a block when she heard a car. She turned and saw that it was some of the boys from school coming up behind her. Tim Douglas was driving.
"Hey, Susan," he called. "Where you going?"
"Just away."
"Well get in. We can take you someplace." She was a little hesitant. After the first time, she'd made it a rule never to go off with more than one boy. Boys could get rough when they were with friends. They were softer, more gentle when they were by themselves.
But Carl wasn't taking no for an answer. He opened the back door and pulled her in between him and Bill Hake. Danny Jeffries was in the front seat with Tim.
Susan could smell beer off all their breaths.
"I don't think I should go with you," Susan said.
But the boys were not listening. Tim had turned on the radio and loud music filled the car. Carl pulled her closer and whispered in her ear.
"Hey, Susan," he said softly. "Do you remember that first time? With me and Charles."
How could she ever forget? Carl's hand dropped to her knee and he began to squeeze her tender flesh.
"How about another little kiss?" he asked.
He didn't wait for her answer. His mouth bruised hers and she felt his tongue probing at her lips. She opened her mouth and admitted his tongue. After all, there was no sense in making them mad. Every boy there had fucked her.
Carl found one of her titties through the cotton halter. He began to rub her nipple until she grew hard. She pushed his hand away, but he put it back.
She started to push him away again, but he wouldn't let her.
"Stop it," he said. "I've played with your titty before."
Susan shrugged. After all, he had played with her titty before. And he had fucked her in every position possible. She had tasted his cum more times than she could count. The only thing that made her nervous was having so many boys in the car. She didn't like to be watched.
"Let's uncover them," Carl said.
"Oh yeah," Bill said. "Uncover them. See if they're as big as Miss Thomas' tits."
"What do you know about Miss Thomas?"
Susan asked. "She could wear falsies."
"But she don't," Tim said from the front seat. "There ain't nothing about her that's false."
Susan wondered what made them laugh so hard. But then she didn't have time to wonder any longer for Carl was tugging off her halter-top and exposing her titties.
"Now those are nice," Carl said. "I like your tits more every time I see them."
"Stop!" Susan protested.
But he didn't stop. He fondled her titties with his rough hand until both her nipples were hard and she was breathing heavily.
"See," he pointed out. "You don't really want me to stop."
She didn't really. Already she was feeling the fires start to torment her. Why couldn't she be like other girls and be able to resist boys? But she couldn't. Every time a boy touched her, she seemed to shiver and grow excited.
Carl bent his head and took her tit-flesh into his mouth. Carl felt an ache in his balls and he wondered at how sexy he had been feeling that day. He had fucked Miss Thomas three times and now he was ready to go again.
He cupped Susan's ass-cheeks and squeezed.
"How hot are you, baby?" he asked. "Are you ready for old Carl?"
"No," Susan said.
Again he didn't seem to hear her.
"Pull the car over," Carl said to Timothy. "I want to fuck this juicy piece."
"I get seconds," Bill said.
Timothy pulled the car over and stopped it. He had a big grin on his face.
"Goddamn," he said. "Let's all give it to her. Just like we did Miss Thomas."