Top rated and latest rape/incest sex story: Farm Girl – Five
by Dark Dreamer
It was a strange feeling inside there. It filled my windpipe and gave off strange sensations as he started to fuck his cock up and into me with force. I guess to his cock, my throat was just another tight tunnel for it to use.
He started to mumble something under his breath as his moans increased. I was beginning to panic. Though he was fucking the cock in and out of my throat, it seldom got high enough to clear my windpipe for me to get some air. I had never experienced anything like this before. Even through my nose was clear, and I could breath through my mouth around his cock, my throat itself was simply blocked up, allowing no air to pass by the fat meaty plug.
My only previous experience with deep throating had been in the midst of an orgasm, and had been much less short lived than this. I tried desperately to drag myself away from him but his hands on my head were too powerful, and my hands were still tightly bound behind my back.
Luckily in a few more seconds he pulled out, holding his cock inches from me as it spurted and sprayed white cum juice into my face.
I took great gasping breaths of sweet cool air, and my body shuddered in relief.
After a few minutes for him to recuperate, he pushed me down again,. My lips slid down over his cock and I began sucking on the organ once more. In minutes he was hard again. He pulled me up by the hair and bent me forward across his desk. I felt his hard cock probing against my crotch, and seconds later he entered me.
He fucked into me for several minutes with furious rutting strokes, his wet rod siding in and out of my channel energetically. His hands came around under my chest and began squeezing and milking my tits. His hips crashed against my spread open groin as he thundered to another orgasm.
He let me go after a couple of days in the cell for the marks to disappear. My parents were furious with me. All they knew was that I had been arrested at a drug sweep in some pushers home. I didn’t tell them anything about what had happened to me because I was afraid of what the Sheriff would do if I did.
I told them that I had just gone to a classmates home for the afternoon and just happened to be there when the cops came.
My mom was sympathetic. She never seemed to get mad at anyone, being a very timid, shy kind of person. My Dad didn’t believe me though. He yelled and lectured at me all the way home.
When we got there I was banished to my room. That was OK though, I was glad to finally be back in my room and safe from the Sheriff. My room seemed like heaven after that dank, dirty cell. The first thing I did was take a shower.
I let the hot water stream down around me for long minutes, soaping up and washing off several times to clean off all the accumulated sweat and grime.
To my surprise, none of the marks the crop had made were still really visible. There were a couple of very thin lines that you could see if you looked for them, but even they were fading and would soon be completely gone.
I lay on my bed leafing through some of my homework my teacher had sent over, and wondering idly, what I would do for cockmeat now that the Spinozzos were gone. I didn’t really want to go back to the dogs. I had found that man cock was much much better.
Later that night, my Dad came through the door. He glared down at me and I braced for more lecturing. He lit into me, accusing me of using drugs, then of selling them. He wouldn’t believe my story.
Finally he jerked his open hand across his chest in the gesture he used to let everyone know. `thats it’
He grabbed my arm and yanked me to my feet, then started pulling his belt out of the pant loops.
My eyes widened in shock and dismay. After that horrible beating by the Sheriff, the last thing I’d thought of was that I’d get another one at home.
“Raise your skirt.” he ordered, just like he used to do. I was angry and frustrated. I didn’t deserve a whipping for what I did!
Well actually I did, but the sheriff had more than taken care of that. Besides my whippings, spankings really, were always through my pants, or at least panties if I was wearing a skirt. I was only wearing my little t-shirt nightie, with nothing underneath.
“I’m not wearing anything underneath!” I protested.
He eyed me nastily.
“I’m your father girl!” he shouted “You think you got something I ain’t seen before!? Get down across the bed and raise it before I lose my temper with you!”
“But Daddeeee!” I wailed.
He reached down and grabbed the hem of my nightie and yanked it upward. In one quick motion he jerked it up all the way to my armpits and then over my head, then he turned me around and shoved me down across the bed.
I was face down over the bottom corner of my mattress, my ass was right on the corner and each of my spread legs hung over the mattress on one side of the corner. I pushed my face deep into the covers, mortified that my Dad was looking at my naked ass and pussy.
I gasped as the belt smacked down against my upturned as cheeks. It didn’t hurt anything like the riding crop, but it still hurt like hell.
My buttocks tingled in shock and pain.
The pain exploded across my ass cheeks over and over as my father brought the belt down against the tender flesh. I was determined not to cry out, but soon I was sobbing and shining as the belt slammed my crotch down against the bed repeatedly. My fists were clenched tightly in the covers. I was sobbing uncontrollably and crying out with each new blow.
When it stopped, I crawled my way up the bed as he stood there at the foot breathing heavily.
“Maybe that’ll teach you Becky.” he gasped.
“I didn’t do aaannyyythhiinnggg !!” I shrieked. I was still face down.
He grabbed my hair in his fist and yanked me around so I was on my back and partly upright. His face was inches away from mine.
“We searched your room after the sheriff told us about the drugs girl!” he growled. “Want to know what we found?”
I gasped in shock and fear, trying to pull away from him. My arms coming up belatedly to cover my naked breast and groin. He twisted my head up and back by the hair. “What kind of girl are you anyway!?”
I don’t even know what that stuff was! I found it!” I cried. He just looked at me.
I reddened and my voiced stuttered insensibly as I tried to come up with a believable lie for what I was doing with all those dildos and vibrators and stuff. What could I possibly say!?
I saw his eyes go off my face, sliding down to my breasts and their small pink nipples.
“I bet you’ve screwed half the boys at school, haven’t you?” he whispered.
I shook my head frantically.
“You’re a whore aren’t you!?” he shouted.
“No! I haven’t! I haven’t!” I sobbed.
“You lying little slut!” he cursed. “The sheriff told us you were half naked when his deputies went into that place!”
I was kneeling on the bed, my feet beneath my buttocks. He jerked my head up and back, making my legs shoot out sideways automatically as they sought to relieve the weight and pain on my hair. His hand jammed into my crotch. His fingers dug into my slit, shoving my cuntlips aside and forcing their way inside me. He dug two long fingers up into my slithole as I jerked helplessly in his grasp.
“Wheres your cherry!? Huh!? Where is it!?” he cursed.
He pulled his fingers out of me and rubbed them against my face. “You sure ain’t no God damned virgin, thats for sure!” He pushed me so I fell on my back, and then he stood up. He was eyeing my body and breathing heavily. “My sweet little girl.” he gritted.
“Sweet little miss innocent, fucking every boy she can find and stuffing dildos up her hot little cunt when she can’t find them!”
I cringed back, trying to yank the covers over my naked body. Then his hand whistled through the air and cracked against the side of my face. “You WHORE!” he yelled.
He jumped down on top of me, his heavy body crushing me into the mattress. His hands came down around my throat and tightened so I couldn’t breath.
“WHORE! WHORE! WHORE! WHORE! WHORE! WHORE!” He sobbed.
My hands were clawing at his fingers as they squeezed my throat. My eyes felt like they were going to pop out and my brain started to scream and blur. My eyes were starting to lose focus when he loosened his hold on my throat.
I could dimly hear him sobbing and cursing me through the roaring in my ears and brain. I was spread out under him, my arms sprawling above my head. Then I felt his trembling hands reaching down to my chest. His fingers rubbed hesitantly around my nipples. He reached down and undid his pants, pulling his cock out.
I didn’t see any of this. My eyes were still kind of blurred and stared up at the ceiling. I was aware of what he was doing though. I felt his pants slide down and then the warmth and stickiness of his bare skin against my crotch. Something hard pushed insistently against my cuntal opening and then poked itself inside.
I heard my father grunt with pleasure as his cock sank down inside me. My cunt protested the dry, forced entrance, and the pain added to the dizziness I was feeling still. His mouth came down against mine and his lips mashed against me.
I didn’t even make any attempt to resist or protest. I just lay there spreadeagled under him as he fucked in and out of me. The bed creaked and jerked back and forth as his body jerked up and down. His hands were all over me. They ran up and down my chest and bell, squeezing and twisting my breasts and nipples.
He was so much bigger than me he blotted out my whole view of the room. All I could see was his chest and shoulders rising and falling a few inches above my face. His hands came down and cupped my ass cheeks, jerking me up against him on each downstroke.
His chest hair rubbed against my face and my nose crinkled at the smell from his armpits only inches away. He grunted with each pump as his cock fucked up and down in my cunt slit.
Finally he gave a loud groan and squeezed my ass cheeks in his hands with an iron grip as his penis spewed forth his sperm. It gushed down into my belly, the same sperm that had made me, the same sperm that had gone into my mothers cunt long ago. I hardly realized it when he staggered to his feet and left.
I don’t know what happened in my Dad’s mind after that. He seemed to think of me differently afterwards. It wasn’t something anybody else noticed, but I sure did. It was in the way he looked at me whenever we were in the room together, the way he acted, the suspicion when I went out.
At first that was all it was. He seemed to be ashamed of what he had done that night, and maybe was a little afraid of me telling my mom. It was about a week before he did anything but look. Then he started casually brushing by me when I was downstairs, his hands brushing my behind or breasts accidentally.
He started kissing me goodnight on the lips instead of on the forehead or cheek. When he kissed me, he put his arm around me and sometimes his hand would slide down lightly over my behind.
Then about ten days after, I was doing the laundry in the basement. My Dad had followed me downstairs. He wandered over with a pair of overalls in his hands.
“Oh you doing your stuff now?” he queried. “I was gonna do these.”
“I’m finished. I’m just getting my stuff out of the washer now.” I answered without turning around.
Then I felt his hand at the small of my back. I started, but didn’t turn around. He rubbed my back lightly for a couple of seconds, and then moved his hand downward, slowly sliding it down over my buttocks and squeezing me. I pretended to ignore him, scooping my stuff out of the washer hurriedly. His hand rubbed my ass cheeks, then slid along to the crack between them and rubbed up and down between my cheeks.
His hand slid down and between my legs to rub my pussy through the jeans. I jerked around quickly, yanking his hand away.
“Daddy stop!” I demanded.
He just moved closer to me. He moved right up against me, backing me against the washer. His chest was inches from my face and he looked down at me with a yearning, hungry look on his face.
Then his mouth came down on mine and his hand moved around behind my head to hold it in place for his ravishing lips. His kiss was urgent, demanding. His right hand was roughly squeezing my breast as I fought for footing. His tongue shot past my lips. I could feel it rubbing insistently along my teeth and licking at my tongue.
My nails dug into his hand on my breast, trying to force it away. He jerked his hand away, then slapped me in the face.
“You little whore!” he shouted, examining the back of his hand.
“You think you’re too good for me now is that it!?”
He grabbed my arm and turned me around, shoving me hard against the sink. His hand grabbed my neck and forced me to bend down so my face was in the sink and my ass stuck out behind.
His hands tore open my jeans, almost ripping them off me. My feet left the ground and the hard edge of the sink dug into my belly as he tore them off my legs. Then I felt his crotch pressing against mine as he undid his zipper. Seconds later I felt the head of his hard cock poking into my ass cheeks.
“Stop it! Stop it!” I cried.
“Shut up you slut!” he cursed.
He shoved my face further down into the sink so my head was under the soapy water the washer was pouring out.
I felt him spreading my legs with his other hand. His cock poked at the entrance to my fuck box. He rammed his prong inside me as I struggled to force my head up to breath. The pain was terrible, but almost a distraction to me in my fight for air.
His prick was all the way into me before he let my head up again. I choked and sputtered as I gulped in air. His hands ripped my shirt open, then tore my bra in half. His fingers fastened around my hanging breasts, squeezing them tightly.
“You keep your mouth shut you little twat or I’ll fucking drown you! You hear?” he hissed.
His cock pounded furiously into my tight cunt hole. His hands opened and closed desperately around my meaty globes, squishing and twisting them. His hips slammed forward faster and faster, thrusting his cock in and out of me with powerful strokes.
My hips ground against the hard cement of the sink as he slammed me forward on each thrust. His cock ripped in and out of my slithole, rasping the soft skin like sandpaper. His mouth came down against my neck and bit deeply, bringing an uncontrollable cry of pain from my lips.
He shoved my head underwater again until I almost passed out from lack of air. Then he ripped my hair up, jerking my whole upper body up out of the sink and back against his chest. His fuck pole continued to thrust and skewer my slit, slamming me against the sink.
“Little whore!” he hissed. “Little sluthole. Probably fucking every guy in town ain’t you, fuck… fuck… fuck! Oh you’re so tight baby. You got a nice tight little twat here!” He was mumbling, rambling, and for the first time I noticed the booze on his breathe. “Unnngh… Unnggggggg… Yeahh… Yeahhhhh… Sooo Goooooood! Oh Jeeesusss!!” he cried.
He slammed his hips forward, embedding his prick deep inside my guts. He panted for breath, his hands coming down and squeezing my breasts absently. Then he pulled back, stumbling a little. He ran his hands back through his hair. I slid down to my knees, hugging my chest tightly. He looked at me, and started to say something, then turned and shambled away and up the stairs.
Thats the way we went on for a while. After that second attack, it was just like the first. For the first couple of days he wouldn’t be able to look at me when I was around, then he would start watching me, staring at my ass and tits whenever we were near each other. In another week he was squeezing and grabbing me as he walked by. Then he would have to fuck me again.
The third time was when I was in my bed at about two in the morning. I woke to find him sitting on my bed, his hand rubbing lightly across my naked breasts. When he saw I was awake he puld hair fell intorl!” he hissed.
“You every been cornholed? Ever been sodomized? Fucked up your shitter!?” he panted evilly. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t be able to close it for a month!!”
“NO! Please don’t Daddy! Don’t! Oh God!” I struggled against him, my fingers clawing for his face.
Suddenly the door opened and my Mother walked in. We all stared at each other open mouthed for several seconds, then my father smiled. He shoved my arms up above my head and gestured to her.
“Get over here and hold her down!” he ordered.
She continued to stare, her mouth opening and closing.
“Move your ass you bitch!” he shouted.
Parent Post: Farm Girl – by Dark Dreamer
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