But George was getting impatient. In his macho lower-class world there was no room for foreplay. If you wanted a woman, you just took her.
Growling with hot lust, he began to tear off Cindy's skirt. The girl shrieked and clawed at his hands, but he paid no attention. He ripped the flimsy garment off and tossed it away. Then he seized her skimpy pink panties and tugged them violently down.
"Pop, No!" Cindy shouted.
She hadn't expected his sudden attack, and she found herself quickly naked under his leering red eyes. They both gawked at her lush little adolescent body, at the tiny golden fluff of cunt-fur at the base of her belly. Cindy stared in disbelief, George in delight and hunger.
"Lookit that sweet little pussy," he muttered. Spit flecked the corners of his mouth, and he leered down at the adorable little golden beaver. "Gotta get me some of that," he panted, "some of that good hot pussy…"
He shoved her roughly over against the back of the couch and lay down beside her. Cindy was terrified now. Though she was a virgin and completely inexperienced, she knew that George wanted to fuck her, that he was very confused. He seemed to have forgotten that she was his daughter.
"Pop, please!" Cindy sobbed. "I'm your daughter! You shouldn't be doing this!"
George squinted at her, then shook his befogged head. Yes, it was Cindy, his pretty little daughter. She'd done something naughty tonight, he was punishing her… It all came back to him, and he glared at the sobbing girl.
"You dirty little cunt!" he shouted. "You went out and fucked a guy, that's what you did! And I'm gonna punish you for that!"
"No, Pop, no!" Cindy wept. "I didn't do anything wrong!"
"You're a Goddamned whore, just like your mother!" George raved. "So I'm gonna treat you like a whore!"
He tore at the fly of his pants, eager to liberate his swollen dick. He was fully aware now that Cindy was his daughter, but it made no difference to him. He was going to fuck her anyhow. It was no more than she deserved… If she wanted to act like a whore, he'd damned well use her like one.
His fly open, George seized Cindy's little hand and thrust it down onto his crotch. "Take it out!" he commanded. "Lift out my prick!"
Cindy shuddered. This was wrong, horrible. Yet she knew that blind raging look in his eyes, knew that if she disobeyed, he was crazy enough to kill her. Sobbing, she moved her hands inside his open fly. She touched thick bristly hair, then something very hard and hot.
George gasped with hot excitement. "Take it," he panted. "Lift out that cock, little girl. Hurry!"
Cindy suppressed a wave of nausea. She curled her fingers around the erect rod and lifted it out of his fly. She'd never seen a cock before, and she couldn't help gawking. Pop's long swollen prick seemed enormous to her. It more than filled her hand, and the ugly bulbous purple head protruded from between her fingers. The thick blue-veined cock-shaft sprang from a thick black jungle of crotch hairs, and below that she saw the great wrinkled bags of his nuts. It was all ugly and repulsive to Cindy's young eyes.
George, impatient with her silent staring, finished the job himself. He tugged down his pants and kicked them away, then gazed eagerly down at his prick. The girl's tiny hand was curled around his rod, and it was good and hard, straining and throbbing in her reluctant grasp. As he thought of fucking her, a big droplet of cock-cream bubbled from the dark pinpoint of his pisshole. The thick stuff dribbled onto her fingers, and Cindy gasped and jerked her hand away from her father's tool.
George slapped her face. "Pick it up!" he snarled. "Don't let go of that cock till I tell you!"
Sobbing frantically, Cindy again curled her fingers around her father's big hard ugly cock. It felt rigid and burning to her, and now it was slimy with his juice. She saw the thick blue veins standing out on the wormy-white shaft, the ugly dark and swollen knob and its drooling cum-slit. She wanted to scream and run, but she knew Pop would never let her get away.
"Stick it between your legs," he panted. "Get it up your cunt."
Cindy went pale and cold with fear. It was going to be the worst thing imaginable – he really did intend to fuck her, to take her virginity! Her own father!
"Oh, Pop, nooo!" she sobbed. "It's not right! I'm your daughter!"
"No, you ain't," he spat, "not no more. I don't want no slut for a daughter. If you'd been a good girl… But you turned out to be a whore, just like your mother. That's how I'm gonna treat you, too. From now on, you're my whore."
He glared at her for a moment in utter contempt and hatred. Then he shouted, "Hurry up, cunt! Do what I said. Take that meat an' stick it up your hole!"