He rolled the sobbing girl onto her back and brutally forced her slim legs wide apart. He saw her gleaming plump virgin slit, the moist pink pussy-flesh and the delicate golden muff. He licked his lips. It was fresh clean pussy, and it was all his.
Weeping, Cindy guided the monstrous ugly prick between her legs, into the steamy tissues of her puffy gash. She could do no more. She would not participate in her own incestuous rape and deflowering. George felt the sensitive head of his cock nosing against hot lips of her twat, and he groaned with desire. He didn't need her hand any more. He pushed it away, drew back his hips, and then thrust forward powerfully.
"Oh, God, nooo!" Cindy wailed.
She felt Pop's enormously thick hard cock splitting the tight mouth of her virgin cunt. The ugly rigid tool entered her narrow snatch mercilessly and rammed swiftly up her virgin hole. There was an audible snapping sound as Pop broke through her cherry, and Cindy screeched with pain. The huge prick was stuffing her, ramming right to the end of her cunt.
"Awwww, Jesus!" George whined. "So fuckin' tight an' hot… Oh, baby, what a sweet little cunt!"
While Cindy sobbed and shook, helplessly impaled on his deeply buried meat, George looked down to admire his work. He was in her twat almost to his balls, and just a half-inch of thick white prick-shaft was showing. It was stretching her pink pussy-lips grotesquely and was stained with her virgin blood. He'd never popped a cherry before. That bitch Linda hadn't been a virgin when he mated her. But he'd gotten his revenge flow with that whore's daughter.
He leered cruelly at the sobbing girl. "It hurts, don't it, baby?" he said, laughing harshly. "Well, you're gonna get more of it, a lot more. I'm gonna fuck you crazy, you dirty little bitch. I'm gonna fuck you till you can't walk."
His red leering face was insane with hate and lust. Cindy lowered her eyes, not wanting to look at him. He began to fuck her. He sawed his stiff meat slowly, deeply, in and out of her hole, moaning and panting as he experienced the delicious virginal tightness of her cunt. Slick velvety flesh encased his lusty prick, and every slow long thrust made his balls tingle with pleasure.
"Tightest cunt I ever fucked," he panted. "Real tight. Guess I was wrong. Guess you didn't fuck that guy after all. But you woulda done it sooner or later. Just like your mother…"
Cindy stared blankly at his wormy-white chest and its straggly black hairs. His fucking didn't hurt her, she was so numb with shock. It just felt strange, foreign, to have that thick hard organ moving back and forth inside her body. So this was fucking, this was what everybody talked about so eagerly.
Pop's wiry crotch bush ground harshly against the soft fur of her beaver, and the rigid hot shaft of his erect cock rode her little clit. He sawed back and forth on the tiny nub, and Cindy felt sudden fierce pleasure boiling in her belly. It happened so fast, she didn't have time to think.
The pleasure mounted swiftly, blinding her, rocking her young body, making her moan and squeal helplessly. Something fantastic was happening to her, an explosion of joy that radiated from her clit and cunt to engulf all of her. She began to scream in the unsuspected joy of her first orgasm, and her scalding cunt-cream boiled around Pop's sawing prick.
"Yeah, come, little girl!" he bellowed. "You love it, don't ya? You love that good hard meat in your cunt, don't ya, ya filthy dirty WHORE!"
He would have taunted her more, screamed his hatred, but his jism was steaming out into her virgin cunt, and he collapsed on her with a hoarse moan of joy…
CHAPTER TWO
Cindy heard her father snoring. She must have fainted, for she was only now aware of his heavy sweat-soaked body pinning her clown on the couch. He was deeply asleep, his breath foul with stale alcohol. She felt his withered cock, still deeply lodged in her aching cunt.
She wriggled out from under him, not trying to be careful. When Pop drank himself to sleep, nothing could wake him. Cindy looked down at his fat wormy-white body, his slobbering mouth, and the ugly pale worm of his limp prick. She shuddered, and a look of utter loathing twisted her pretty little face.
She couldn't stand it any more. She had to get away from him. She made an instant fierce decision to run away and never come back.
Cindy hurried to her room and dressed in jeans, a shirt, and sneakers. She took her heavy jacket, the ten dollars she'd saved from babysitting, and one trinket – a cheap rhinestone-studded heart on a chain which fit snugly around her neck. It had once belonged to her mother.
She was going to find her mother. She knew that Linda occasionally sent money for her and that Pop spent it all on booze. She figured he must have Linda's address. She picked up his pants from where he'd tossed them and found his wallet. Rifling through it, she found a worn slip of paper on which her father had scrawled "Mrs. Linda Cameron" and an address in Los Angeles, California. Los Angeles – that was a long long way from New York, but that's where Cindy was going.