"You're doing good," he told her. "Play with my cock like that. Keep doing that. You're doing it good, bitch. You're doing it real good. Just like your bitch mother."
His cock was getting hard as rock. She closed her fingers around it and started jerking it slowly up and down. She felt some of her father's cum gush over her fingers. She groaned as she thought about it being her father's cum. Her own father's. She closed her fingers tighter around his cock and shut her eyes.
"Open your eyes, cunt," he said. "Look at it. Look at my big hard cock. Look at it close!"
She felt his hands on the back of her head. He jerked her head down close to his fat cock. She was almost overpowered by the stench of his maleness. Her father smelled stronger than any cock she'd ever been this close to. She tried to draw her head back but her father wouldn't allow that.
"Don't," he warned. "Now lick it. Lick it or I'll break your face!"
She did as she was told. She started licking it. She licked all over his fat cock. She licked his balls. She drew each of his balls into her mouth and sucked on them gently. She felt her father's growing excitement. His cock seemed to get harder. She felt cum on her cheek. She felt sticky.
"Get on your fucking back," he told her. "Get on your fucking back and spread them fucking legs!"
She stretched out on her back and spread her legs. He put his hand over her cunt and stabbed those two fingers into her pussy again. His fingers moved in and out as fast as he could move. She felt the edge of his fingers rubbing against her hard clitty. She couldn't seem to control herself. She reached up and grabbed his cock and started pulling him down on top of her.
"Shit, Daddy," she whimpered. "It's not right but I've got to have it. I've got to have your big cock. Oh, Daddy, I've got to have it right now!"
He was on top of her. He put his two hands underneath her and grabbed her by her asscheeks. He lifted her asscheeks off the ground so that her cunt spread open wider.
"Tell me you belong to me, bitch," he said. "Tell me you belong to me. Your ass is mine to do with what I want."
"Yes, Daddy," she moaned. "Yes. That feels good. You can do anything you want to me. Fuck me now. Do what you want!"
He moved forward slowly and his big prick stretched her pussy lips. He stabbed again and she felt his cock sliding all the way into her wet pussy. She lifted her legs and locked them around his back. His cock seemed to get deeper inside her.
She no longer gave a damn that he was her father. The only thing she cared about was that she had a big cock inside her. She began to lift her ass off the ground as her father rammed her.
"That's what I need," she moaned. "Oh yes, Daddy. Give it to me. Give me your big cock!"
He started ramming his prick into her cunt as fast as he could. She knew he was going to come quickly because he was too excited. She gave herself up to the sweet pleasure. She started rubbing her tits against his chest.
"Keep fucking me like that, Daddy," she moaned. "Fuck me to death with your big cock!"
He rammed her harder and harder and she could feel the sweet pleasure growing inside her. Her belly felt wet. She started lifting her ass a little higher so that his prick was getting deeper into her cunt.
"I'm going to come, Daddy!" she cried. "You're going to make me come. Oh fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me, fuck me, fuuuuck me!" It happened so quickly that it took her by surprise. Suddenly she was being racked by spasms of delight. She kept lifting her ass and rubbing her titties against him. She felt completely drained as the last spasm went through her.
Her father kept pounding her with his cock. He acted like he was trying to beat her to death with it.
"Keep moving that sweet ass, baby," he told her. "Keep moving that fucking ass. Don't stop!"
She kept lifting her ass just as he wanted. She was aware when his cock finally started to fatten and, she could feel the first dripping of his cum inside her.
"I'm going to fucking come," he moaned. "I'm going to fucking come inside you. I'm going to shoot my wad! Shake that ass, bitch! Shake your fucking ass!"
She shook it as hard as she could. She felt his cum erupting into her like fire shooting into her insides. He had a gallon of cum and she could feel it dripping out of the sides of her pussy and wetting her thighs. It seemed like he came for hours. Finally she felt him pulling his rigid cock out of her and rubbing his huge cockhead against her pussy hair.
Her father fell over onto his back with an exhausted groan. They were quiet for a moment. She looked over at him. He didn't look so angry anymore. His face was a little pained and frightened.
"Caroline," he said softly, "Caroline, I didn't realize what I was doing."
Caroline slapped his face. She quickly started gathering up her clothes. He put his hand on her arm but she jerked her arm away. She attacked him. She kept slapping her face until it was red. He didn't try to fight back.
"You bastard," she said. "You dirty bastard."
She got her clothes on and she ran away from him. She ran into the woods crying. She had never been so angry. Her father was a bastard. She had come here looking for help and her father had only given her what every other man had given her.
She had no idea that running away from her father was about to get her into worse trouble.
Caroline was confused and angry as she walked through the woods. This wasn't how she had been planning for her visit home to work out. She had needed advice and she found out that her father was just as confused about life as she was.
And those things he had said about her mother. They couldn't be true. She didn't want to believe them. Yet, she knew down deep that they were true. Her mother had fucked all those men and even an animal. Caroline wondered if she really was like her mother. Certainly she hadn't protested when her father had wanted to get into her panties. It hadn't satisfied her. It had only left her itchy. But she had let him fuck her without protest.
Caroline hadn't realized how far she had been walking. She was no longer on the trail and she turned back to find it. It was getting dark. She realized that she was lost.
It happened so quickly that she was stunned by it. She had spent half her life in these woods. It was crazy to get lost in them. But she was lost.
Suddenly all those things she'd ever heard about getting lost went flashing through her mind. She could freeze, or starve, or get attacked by wild animals. Anything could happen. She started to get really scared. She broke all the rules that she'd ever learned about being lost in the woods. She started to panic. She started to run.
The trail had to be back there somewhere. It had to be. She hadn't come very far. The trail had to be around the corner. She kept running and she couldn't find the trail. She felt tears stinging at her eyes.
Then suddenly she was out of the woods and in a clearing where there was a pond. At first she thought it was the pond on her father's land, but it wasn't. It was a different pond. And there were others here.
Caroline stopped cold and started to run back into the woods. She was scared, but not scared enough to call out to this bunch. There were four boys sitting near the pond. There was an old red car parked nearby. The boys turned as soon as they heard her come out of the woods.
"Look here, Jerry," one boy said. "Look what has done popped right out of the woods."
She started to run back but the boys were quicker than she was. They had her surrounded in just a few seconds. They were all big and ugly looking. They looked a couple of years younger than she was. She realized that they were probably boys from the same high school she had attended. It gave her courage.
"Please," she said. "I was walking. I got lost. Could you show me back to the road?"
"We could show you that," the one called Jerry said. He was evidently the leader of the bunch. He was a little bigger than the rest and he had long curly red hair. He also had a chipped tooth in front. "Couldn't we show her the road, fellows?"
"Oh yeah," another said. "But maybe you ought to hang around a while, Momma. You look like a party type. We got some beer and we could have ourselves a real party."
"No thank you," she said.
"You hear that, Jerry?" he said. "She said no thank you. Real cultured, Momma. But I'm afraid we ain't asking. We're telling. You're going to hang around and party with us."
"I have to get back to my husband," she said. "He's going to be looking for me."
"But he won't know where to look, Momma. You're lost, remember. Nobody knows where you are but us."
Caroline was beginning to understand that she was in real trouble. These were not the kind of boys she could reason with. They wanted one thing from her.
"Please take me back to the road," she said.