Carol wanted to die. She tried to roll off the bed but her father held her arm in a viselike grip. She felt the incredibly hot head of the enormous prick covering her silken cheeks with slippery pre-cum.She smelled the heavy masculine scent of his cock and it frightened her. He was like an animal now, hot and heartless. She knew he would do anything to her that came into his crazed mind. She felt his lightly swollen cockhead rubbing all over her face. She tried to turn away but he grabbed her throat and made her face him. He jabbed his hard, angry-looking cock against her forehead, against her eyes, against the strip of blanket that tightly covered her young lips. Her legs were flailing wildly.
"Now you're gonna get it good, you murderin' bitch! I'm gonna fuck you with this goddamn prick, baby! Get ready for the goddamn thrill of your life, cunt! This is just what you've always wanted from your daddy! Take this!" he growled, positioning himself at the foot of the bed, pulling her forward until her cunt was right at the edge of the mattress, spreading her young trembling legs.
Young Carol saw stars when she felt the terrible pain of her deflowering. The nearly hairless lips of her young cunt were suddenly split open by the massive flanged head of her father's cock. She felt the monstrous tool forcing itself into her virgin cunt hole. She screamed inside when she felt the hard, slippery head of the big dong tearing her cherry and sending searing pain through her young belly.
Her father began sawing in and out of her deflowered cunt, raping his young adopted daughter with disgusting relish, grunting and sweating in the throes of his taboo lust. She looked down the front of her impaled body and saw the horrid face of the man who had become like a stranger to her. His eyes glared at her, reflecting the deranged lust that burned within him. Her body was full of terrible pain, a pain which increased for the first few minutes of her rape until she thought she could bear it no longer.
And then a very strange thing began to happen deep inside her. She began to notice a strange warming feeling deep inside her cunt, a feeling that seemed to spread throughout her young body, a feeling that seemed to increase with each brutal thrust her father made into her torn pussy. The pain was still there, her bruises still hurt terribly, her cunt still hurt every time he rammed it with his big iron-hard cock. But this other sensation was almost pleasurable, although it was so intermeshed with the terrible pain her angry father was causing her as to be nearly inseparable from it.
She still tried desperately to fight him off. He slapped her hard every time she struggled hard enough to interfere with his brutal fucking. The strange sensation seemed to grow and grow within her, seemed to be centered in the little place between her legs that rubbed against the thick shaft of her father's huge hard-on. Her father seemed to be enjoying himself more and more. There was something in his eyes now besides anger and madness, a deep sadistic sexual enjoyment of his daughter, an enjoyment that continued to build by the minute.
Carol couldn't imagine what was making him grunt and sweat so wildly, as if he were madly excited about something. He stood on his tiptoes now, raising her young body up off the bed by the sheer strength of his massive hard-an. He seemed to grow tailor, taller and more terrifying. His cock seemed to grow inside her cunt, too. When she felt his dick suddenly swell inside her hole, she also felt the strangest thing happening to her twat. It was as if a dam had burst inside her, as if she were flooded all over with the warmness, most delicious tinglings and tuggings she had ever felt. She felt her body shaking uncontrollably, not out of fear now but out of something like pleasure, pleasure intermingled with the terrible pain of her rape.
It wasn't more than a second or two after the strange burst of pleasurable sensation deep inside her cunt that she felt her father suddenly increase his ramming speed. He fucked with wild abandon, his hands reaching out almost blindly, grasping her young titties, stroking her firm soft belly, grabbing her thighs. He touted something out loud, something she couldn't quite make out in the depths of her father's throaty voice. Then she felt something shooting inside her cunt, something hot and wet and voluminous. She thought the stuff would never stop coming out of her father's swollen cock. After the first three or four blasts into her cunt, she felt his cock pull out of her hole fast. She looked down between her legs in terror and saw the swollen shaft of his dick snap up against his belly when it pulled out of her raped pussy. Several squirts of something white and thick-looking shot from the end of his cock all the way to her face, covering it with slippery sperm.
Her father tore his clothes from his body and fell naked onto his young, once-virginal daughter, rolling around in the bed with her, growling the most obscene things he could think of and slapping her until she was covered with red spots and bruises. She began to wish that he would kill her to stop the pain and torture. And then the bedroom door flew open.
A shrill scream split the night like a siren. Aunt Arlene stood in the doorway, a look of tenor and disgust on her face. Before her father could raise his drunken body up off the bed, her aunt had bolted from the room and hurried downstairs to call the police. Carol had never been so glad to see anyone in her life before or since. The police arrived in a few minutes and found the madman still rolling in bed with his gagged and tortured daughter. They dragged him away and locked him up. Carol was never to see him again. It had been a horrible ideal of shame and pain for the eighteen-year-old Carol. Physically she hadn't been too badly hurt. A three-week stay in the hospital, more for recovery of her emotional stability than her physical health, had made life bearable for her again. She had been released in the custody of her aunt, who cared for her like her own child, carefully putting a stop to her former tales of rape and the necessity to protect a girl's moral purity. She hadn't been made to feel any great lingering shame about the night with her father. It hadn't been her fault after all.
Her life hadn't been particularly unhappy with her aunt. She had gone to the best schools and had learned to adapt to her fatherless home life. Shehad learned that aggressiveness was necessary in the business world, the world that she had chosen to conquer. And her aggressiveness had served her well. But even though her life had been happy from outward appearances, enough remained within her from the terrible night her father raped her to make her life far from complete.
She had found it terribly difficult to enjoy sex with the many men who lusted after her, although she had managed to admit them to her bedroom and to her cunt. But something always made her hold back. She had orgasms, sometimes even came close to enjoying herself when fucking a horny admirer. But there was always fear lurking somewhere in her mind, fear of the hairy, struggling, sweating man who had raped her so brutally.
Lately she had begun to fear men even more. As her lovers approached the age of her father that terrible night, she began to see hint in them, began to imagine the same disgusting motivations in them that she had seen in her father that night. She began to feel used, began to feel they saw her merely as a cunt, a hole to fuck, and it was this nagging suspicion that made her cool toward men, at least in recent months. She recognized this fear as the shadow of the man who had broken her young hymen so brutally. But merely recognizing the fear for what it was and escaping it were entirely different things.
Carol refused to believe that there was anything deeply wrong with her psychologically. Such admissions were foreign to her. She was a stubbornand strong woman emotionally. She could weather any emotional storm and come out in one piece. She had done it before and she could do it again. But the storm that was brewing inside her this time was to be too much even for her. It would make her life topsy-turvy and throw her into whirlpools of sexual exploration that would make even Carol's free-thinking mind swim.
Carol was beginning to feel herself attracted to young men, men between the ages of Eighteen and nineteen. It was an attraction that she had forced herself to accept as part of her emotional makeup, even though she knew and had known all along that such attractions were taboo. She had noticed this attraction years ago. Now that her fear of men her own age was increasing, she found her attraction toward young men increasing apace. She didn't entirely understand the deep emotions that drove her, but she recognized them as powerful forces in her life. Something told her that -a new episode in her sex life was about to open.
It was the tenderness, the innocence of young men that made her cunt hot. She felt a deep hunger within her, a hunger for their bodies and souls. She knew that they would not hurt her, knew that their motivations were less aggressive, knew that she would be the aggressive one in any relationship she started with a young boy. She knew that she would feel safe with a boy, safe and free to give her all in the hot fucking that she craved.
Young men were everywhere around her, it seemed. The more she grew to crave the love anddedication of a young boy the more she noticed them.11 around her. She had never married, fearing entrapment in an endless cycle of distrust and increasing unhappiness. But her friends had married and their sons were a constant temptation for her.
There was little Joey next door. At least he had been little Joey, until recently he had begun to develop into young manhood. But he was still little Joey as far as Carol was concerned. She was powerfully attracted to the boy. He was a bit shy and retiring, just the kind of trait that made her cunt melt inside. He was very good-looking, almost pretty in a boyish sort of way. She loved to watch the boy swimming in her pool. He had brothers, too, Nick and Brad, twins of nineteen. Joey was only nineteen, but he showed signs of developing sexually far faster than usual in a boy that young.
Carol had found herself staring at the kid recently. The Mastersons didn't have a pool of their own and she had opened hers to her favorite young men. She had caught herself looking between the boy's hairless young legs, trying to determine the size of the cock and balls that nestled there under his tight trunks. Just thinking about the boy's developing young genitals and what hot fun she could have with them made her dizzy with excitement. She had found herself dwelling on such thoughts more and more lately. She began to look upon every boy she saw as a prospective fuck. It was a constant torture for her.
Carol knew perfectly well that. lust for young men was one thing that would not be tolerated ina woman of thirty-five. Such activities were taboo, although she knew perfectly well that some women lusted after young men and got away with it. She was hip enough to realize that people got away with all sorts of things behind closed doors. And yet the taboo had held her back. She knew that it would not hold her back much longer. Her cunt was simply too powerful an influence on her actions.
She had always been very responsive sexually. She was known as a hot-assed woman among the men who had fucked her, and even then she had held back due to her fear of them, although none of them had realized it. Her twat had been blazing lately, blazing with lust for the cocks of young men. She felt the heat even now as she reclined in her chaise, a heat more intense than the heat of the summer sun, a heat so intense that it transcended the state of confusion that made her thoughts confused and had made her. remember her father and her rape, a heat that made her cunt chum and froth wildly.
She began to writhe inside. Her hand was drawn between her lovely long and silken legs, drawn to the swelling lips of her cunt. She put her warm hand over her cunt, feeling the heat through, the skimpy bikini that covered her twat. She couldn't resist rubbing her box, couldn't resist responding to the powerful sexual urge that stained her hot, moistening pussy.
She began stroking her thighs, massaging them until her flesh tingled. Her hand went back to her barely concealed snatch. She rubbed the mound ofher cunt with a gentle circular motion. Then she sneaked her fingers up under her bikini, pushing the material away until she could feel the naked lips of her cunt. She stroked her gash for a while, feeling the ever-increasing surges of pleasure that coursed through her.
Finger-fucking was the only way in which she had found true sexual fulfillment. She hated to do such things to herself, not because she thought there was anything morally wrong with it but because it was such a pale excuse for the ecstasy she knew she would feel if she had a boy's cock inside her cunt instead of her own fingers. And yet even diddling was better than having a straining, powerful, hulking animal between her naked legs, pounding into her cunt with the wildness and greed that made her sick inside.
She found the tiny turgid little bud of her sensitive clitoris and began scratching at it gently with the tip of her fingernail. With each touch of her nail, her horniness increased. She ran her fingers through the nest of light-blonde hair that covered her cunt, imagining that her fingers were the exploring and trembling finger of lacy or one of the many young men she knew. Her other hand fell to her cunt, too, her fingers sneaking in under the material of her bikini from the other side.
With both hands she spread open the lips of her trembling, excited snatch, feeling the juices of her passion covering her fingers with musky dew. She wished she were opening the lips of her pussy for one of the young men she wanted to fuck so badly, wished she were exposing her cunt obscenely,making them tremble in the presence of her lovely naked body, making them stir deep in their young hairless balls with passion for her.
She closed her eyes and imagined Joey as he would look standing beside her wearing his tight swim trunks and staring between her legs at her wet cunt. She tried to imagine the look of amazement on his sensitive face. She tried to imagine how his nineteen-year-old cock would begin to swell and lengthen inside his trunks. She imagined herself reaching out to touch him between the legs, imagined herself feeling the hardening rod that rested hot and heavy between his slender young legs. She imagined the look of fright on his face as she let him know of her long-hidden desire to fuck him.
"Oh, Joey!" she cried softly. "Oh, Joey! Let me see your young dick. I want to touch it, darling. Would you like to see my cunt? Would you like to touch me there? See how wet it is? See how hot and hairy my cunt is, darling? Don't be afraid. Come closer, darling. I won't hurt you, Joey. Feel my cunt! Feel my luscious cunt! Lick it! Taste my hot cunt! Does it look like your mother's cunt, darling? Have you ever seen your mother's cunt? You'll love the things I'm going to do to you, Joey!" she heard herself say.
Carol was amazed to discover that she had fallen so deeply into the depths of her hot imaginings that she was whispering some of her thoughts out loud. Her hand continued to work against the hot red bud of her clitoris, driving her wilder and wilder by the second. She began to imagine youngcocks of all shapes and sizes, all poking at her from the groins of innocent young men who worshiped her, who would do anything for her.She began to moan in the wild ecstasy of her sexual passion, wiggling uncontrollably. Her fingers fucked fast and furiously in her swollen gash. Her cunt twitched and ran with dew. "Joey… Joey!" she moaned softly in the throes of her impending climax.
"Miss Chambers!" she heard a young boy's frightened voice say.
She opened her eyes and sat bolt upright in the chair, pulling her wet fingers from her cunt and wheeling around in the direction of the voice. It Was Joey, staring wide-eyed at his lovely neighbor lady.