Taboo Acts(3)

Nicholas had his boxers peeled off before Edwina had even realized it, and he was on her before she could react. It took all her will power not to cry out when her father bit hard on her breast. Edwina felt her hands clench tighter as she felt her breasts being massaged by his lolling tongue. For a moment, she almost gave in to the moment and savored the touch of his hands all over the body, as he pried and prodded against her burning skin. The mind may object, but the body has tastes of its own.

Her hands went to the back of his head, pushing him deeper into her bosom. She clutched at his hair, pushing and pulling at the same time. She could feel his hard cock slapping against her hole, depositing on her folds the drops of what the pedestrians callprecum.

His finger was at the entrance. For a moment, the victim in her came to the fore again, wanting to push his hands away, but as soon as his index finger parted her lips. She knew she couldn't stop him?








Nicholas felt her body relax, as if she had finally started to enjoy the rape. In his inebriated condition, he couldn't distinguish whether her defenses had been finally worn down, or if she was just faking it. The adrenaline that was coursing through his body had lessened the effects of the alcohol, and somewhere within him, he felt a pang of guilt, of sorrow, as he realized that the woman lying below him, helpless and naked, was his own daughter. But the guilt passed immediately passed as his finger toyed with the wetness that her vagina oozed with.

He let his finger slip inside. This time, she genuinely moaned; shereallymoaned, his senses told him, misinterpreting it as a sign that she liked it. Thebodyof Edwina O'Malley enjoyed it, but theperson, or soul, of Edwina was turning away from it.

Half an hour ago, she had been happy, eager to share her day with her dad; a dad who was her only true friend, one she could bank on come hell or high water. Now she was underneath him, enjoying the entrance of his finger into her sex. She didn't know what hurt her more, her father's betrayal, or her own willingness to satiate his desires.

Nicholas could wait no more; he felt he had wasted enough and more time to try and make her feel good. It was obvious he could never get her to like it, and all his pent up frustrations were screaming for that final satisfaction, of shooting his seed into his girl. His cock was just at the entrance of her vagina again, glistening and engorged. Wordlessly, all thoughts of love driven out of his mind, Nicholas drew back, intending to slam her to the hilt with his organ.

The slap stunned him. At the last moment, Edwina had drawn upon the hidden resources of her endurance and managed to get enough blood into her hands for a powerful slap across his face. As her father stopped in mid-motion, surprised to the point of freezing, she slid out from under him and with the catlike movements that her body could afford so easily, moved away from him. Getting on her feet, she started to run towards the door, confident that she would reach it before her father realized what had even happened.

Her escape was never meant to be, however. With remarkable speed did Nicholas recover, lunging on his daughter as she tried to run past him. He caught her elbow, and roughly pulled her naked body to him. Edwina tried one last time to get away, but the vice-like grip told her that her father was more than a match for her weak, feminine strength. He had her jaw firmly held with his other hand, moving her face towards his. There was no softness now as he kissed her; he bit into her lips so hard she had to open up her mouth to his tongue. He ground his teeth against her gums, bleeding them thinly as his tongue continued its rape of her mouth.

Edwina felt thoroughly humiliated as he finally pushed her mouth away, the pain of his grip stinging her jaw. For a moment, they stared into each other's eyes; hers soft and searching, and his hard and unfeeling. Silently, she asked him, “Why?” and her answer painfully denied as he whipped her swiftly into the overstuffed sofa a few feet in front. She slammed against the back of the seat, the force jolting her back into the floor. Even before she had hit the ground, Nicholas was beside her, shoving her back into the seat of the sofa and Nicholas exulted as he finally saw the fulfillment of his fantasies within his arm's grasp. Here was his daughter, naked, ready to accept him into her hot young body. Few good men get to enjoy the forbidden fruits of their daughters. He smiled to himself as he lowered himself on her, towering over her quivering body. He had judged correctly; his cock was now barely inches away from her hole, and there was no way she was going to run again. Her hands hung at her sides, barely moving. Her eyes had a dead look in them, and if it had not been for a tiny whimper that escaped her lips, he would have feared that she was dead.

With a terrific push towards her depths, the father entered his thirteen year old daughter's virginal sex. He shot through her hymen as she bit back tears of pain. The warm blood trickled down her cunt until it leaked out, staining the sofa. Edwina felt her father's cock searching inside her, as if wanting to find a passage up all the way. He was almost ripping her apart, moving inside and out so fast she felt he was being stationary. A deep throbbing in her head warned that it wasn't just the lower body that was bearing the effects of the attack.