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This Story is about a young teenage girl named Sandra, who hears her Stepdad and Mother having sex late one night, and decides to Spy on them. Sneaky John has lain a trap, he knows she is watching, and decides she’s ready to do more than observe… whether she wants to or not…



DISCLAIMER: This story is a complete work of imagination, including all the incidents, characters, and places, it is intended for adults only; you must be 18 or over to read it. I am taking a break from my usual Family Love Story. This Story will be involving R(a)pe & Ped(o)philia, it will be Intensely Emotional. I do not condone any Forced Sexual Activity involving Young T(ee)nagers in real life. If you are offended, or disturbed by graphic depictions of sex with young girls… or any of the other Taboo activities that I'm going to be writing about in this story, then you should stop reading this Story Now!







--------- Chapter 3
Sandra learns about Oral Sex….
Late night, November 7, 1987
Little Rock, Arkansas


Late that same Saturday night, Sandra was tossing and turning in her bed, she got up and went down stairs to the kitchen because she was thirsty. It was a chilly night, so she made her herself a cup of hot cocoa, and sat at the breakfast counter. Through the sliding doors to the pool deck, she could see the flashing glow of the bright sign form the strip club down the hill. It reminded her too vividly of what had happened the night before and that morning.

Her feelings were still in turmoil, she wondered how she could continue to avoid him; she had shied away from him the rest of the day, how long could she do that? She thought about him when he was near, it was impossible to be around him without envisioning his dick, she knew what John did was wrong, yet there was something exciting about the sex they had shared. She squirmed uncomfortably; it was going to be hard keeping from being alone around him. Then she thought, maybe she shouldn’t even try?

“Ooooohh…. My God, what am thinking. No, it can’t happen again,” she mumbled out loud, and put a small hand over her mouth. She was feeling a little sick now…. she had to get in control of her emotions or she’d go crazy.

She felt so ashamed and guilty; she was afraid of how her mother would react if she ever found out about them. She wondered if her mother had noticed anything different. She knew that their relationship would now be a lot harder to deal with than before.

She finished off her cocoa, and then carefully washed out the cup and left it in the strainer to dry. She wiped up the counter, making sure it was clean. She didn’t want her mother to find a dirty kitchen in the morning, she didn’t want to explain to her why she couldn’t sl(ee)p, and had made a mess of the kitchen. Her mother would think that she was physically ill, and she knew why she couldn’t sl(ee)p already…. she was horny.

She rinsed out the pot and left it in the strainer, also. Then she heard careful footsteps coming in the kitchen and turned quickly. She had somehow known it was going to be her stepfather, as she turned to the sound. He was dressed in nothing but his tight boxer briefs, and he was scratching his bare muscled chest.

“Well…. what are you doing up so late?” he mumbled.

“Aaaahh…. well…. so are you,” Sandra replied.

“I’ve been doing my husband duties,” John said. “I just fucked your mother to sl(ee)p. I bet I left that pussy of hers so sore, that she won’t be able be able to walk tomorrow…. haaahhaaa,” he laughed.

Sandra blushed, at hearing her mother being talked about in such a vulgar manner, but John didn’t seem to notice. He went to the fridge and pulled out a beer. He popped the top on his Bud, and sat at the kitchen counter. He took a long dr(i)nk and then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Fucking sure makes a Man thirsty,” he said.

Sandra felt his eyes roam over her body, she was wearing a long t-shirt to her mid-thigh with pink bikini panties, and the t-shirt was tight over her small, naked tits and nipples. She felt at odds with herself, repulsed, yet also aroused…. her mind vs. her body. He was trying to get a rise out of her, and she knew it.

“I…. I… aaah…. I have to get to bed, now……” she mumbled, as she stood and started out of the kitchen, but John reached out and caught her hand. He pulled her down onto his lap. He put a strong arm around her shoulder to make sure she couldn’t get away.

“You don’t have to get back to bed, you have nothing to get up early for…. you can stay up longer,” he told her. “You can stay up and talk to me for a while…. we should talk more.”

“I’m tired…,” she said and tried a fake yawn.

“Oooohh…. you’re not too tired to talk to me,” he said. “We’ll just talk…. I want you to stay.” He gave her a convincingly innocent smile.

She relaxed a little, there was no sense fighting him, she would lose, she was just a 13-year-old girl, and her mother was upstairs, she didn’t want to wake her. She also didn’t have the willpower; she didn’t know if she wanted to fight him. She’d been thinking about him all day and what they did together. She had been wondering if part of her pleasure was in her mind also, not just arousal at the base level of her body. Now that he held her, she knew that it was her body and mind, that had enjoyed his touch, her stepfather was making her feel light headed, weak, and aroused.

“Your mother wears me out,” John said. “She was just begging me to fuck her harder, as I treated her like a whore, there’s no satisfying her…. she keeps coming back for more.”

“Please…. don’t talk about my mother that way….” Sandra asked.

“Why not?” he replied. “I know you liked hearing me talk that way to her last night. That’s one of things that got you all hot and bothered watching us… and you liked me saying those things to you, also.”

She blushed a deep pink, but didn’t answer, she couldn’t, because they both knew it was true. And he didn’t seem to be all that worn out. His hand was on her thigh, just above her knee, she felt him squeezing, as they talked. She felt an itchy excitement in her mind and in her crotch.

His other hand reached up to the V-neck of her t-shirt and roughly pulled it down, exposing her left tit, he rubbed his fingers over her nipple, it was as hard as a pebble, and just as small…. she sighed softly and squirmed on his lap. He laughed at the effect he had on her.

“You really are a Hot Little Cunt,” he said. “It must run in your fucking f(a)mily tree. Damn, it almost makes me wish you had a couple of s(i)sters!” John poured a little of his beer on her nipple and then licked it away.

“Hey…. aaaahhheee…. that’s cold…. mmmmmmoooo…. yeah, suck my nip, bite it…. aaaaaahhh,” she cried softly. The beer felt cold, but his tongue felt hot. The combination made her shiver all over, and his hand on her thigh, started to caress and rub up her inner thigh.

He pulled at her V-neck t-shirt again exposing her right tit, now both of her small tits were freed. He began to lick from one tit, to the other. In seconds he had both of her nipples achy and hard. She felt his teeth biting her gently.

“That’s it,” she cried. “That’s what I’ve thought about all afternoon…. yeah, suck my nips…. It feels so great!” she knew what he was doing was very wrong…. but at the moment she didn’t care.

John knew he had her turned on now…. she would do anything he wanted.

He wasted little time; his caressing hand slid up her inner thigh to her neatly trimmed pussy. She felt his fingers rubbing up and down the crotch of her panties. She felt his finger pressing the satiny material into her tight pussyslit, and it made her gasp for breath.

“Yeah,” she moaned. “Do that to me…. do anything to me…. it feels so naughty…. I like what you’re doing, John…. mmmmmaaahhhooo!”

Sandra spread her thighs a little, and let his fingers slide under her panties, and find her pussyhole. “Aaaaahhoooooomm,” she gasped again, when she felt his fingers sliding easily into her moist pussyhole. He thrust his fingers in deep and pulled her thighs wider with his other hand.

“You do that so good,” she whimpered. “Oooohh Yeah, finger me like that…. you’re making me feel so nasty!”

He was tugging at her nipple with his teeth, she loved him biting her sensitive tittie flesh, she felt tingles of pleasure going up and down her spine. She began to run her fingers through his curly hair.

She thought about her mother and wondered what she would do if she walked into the kitchen right now. She’d probably have a God Damned Fit; but Sandra put that out of her mind. She only wanted to savor what her nasty stepfather was doing to her.

She put her other hand on his thigh and tried to slide it up his leg. She was crammed too tight on his lap and couldn’t reach his dick. Then he made it easier for her, he lifted her up and sat her on the chilly, breakfast counter. He stood up, and r(ou)ghly pulled down her pink panties and then pulled down his own underwear.

“Is this what you want, Cunt?” he asked. He stood with his legs spread wide, she could see his veiny dick growing with his increasing excitement. The sight made her heart quicken and her moist pussy quiver.

“It’s so hard…. and wonderful,” she whimpered.

She slowly reached out her hand toward his dick, and he moved closer to her. She wrapped her fingers around the head and used her other hand to play with his heavy ball thing. His dick felt moist and slippery, and she realized, he hadn’t cleaned his cock after fucking her mother’s pussy.... her own pussy quivered, and quickened, she was getting even more turned –on.

“Kiss it,” he told her. “I want to feel your lips on my prick. Go ahead, Bitch…. Kiss It!”

She remembered watching her mother kiss, lick and suck on his wonderful cock…. she remembered how excited she had gotten. She had thought at the time, how great it would be to feel a dick against her own lips, now she had her opportunity. She got off the breakfast counter, and sat in a chair next to him; she bent her head forward to where he stood, and let her lips kiss the swollen head.

His cock smelled of her mother’s juices mixed with his cum…. this should have repulsed her, but it didn’t, instead her pulse quickened, and she felt lightheaded. She felt very naughty as she tasted their sexual residue……

“Go ahead, Cunt,” he said. “Kiss it and lick it…. take it in your mouth…. it’s not going to hurt you!”

She could feel her heart pounding faster, as she took the throbbing head of his dick into her mouth. It had such a strong salty and tangy taste, that it took her a moment to get used to it. She almost gagged, but she wanted to suck his cock more than she had ever wanted anything. For some reason, she felt like she was in competition with her mother. She wanted to show him she was a better dicksucker than her mother was.

Somehow, she kept his dick inside her mouth while she used her tongue to lick and clean it. Then she drew a little more of his throbbing shaft into her mouth. In moments she had more than half of his thick dick inside her mouth, and she was pleased to have managed to take so much of it. It was the most exciting thing she’d ever done.

John took two handfuls of her blond hair, and began to pull her head back and forth until she got the message. Then she no longer needed his help, as she started her own bobbing rhythm.

“That’s the way, Baby,” he moaned. “Now you’re doing it right…. suck my cock. I’m going to let you suck it until I come…. I’m gonna let you taste my hot jizz!”

That frightened her, as she realized that he actually wanted to come in her mouth, she loved the feel of his dick in her mouth, but she was completely inexperienced. She thought, he would have her suck him for a few minutes, and then he would fuck her, just like he’d done with her mother, but he was going to have her suck him until he came.

John reached down to grip her head again, and he began to thrust his cock into her mouth. She began to panic, but he held her head tightly, and told her to relax. She did as she was told, as best as she could, her spit began to drip from the corners of her mouth, somehow, she kept herself from gagging.

The taste of his pre-cum was too much for her… she let his leaking stuff drip out of her mouth, so she wouldn’t have to swallow it. John noticed….

“No.... don’t do that…. take it all, Bitch. You’re gonna learn to suck cock properly, and swallow every drop. I taught your Mom how to suck, now I’m gonna teach you. Swallow it all!” he groaned.

He thrust his cock in and out of her mouth, as he pulled her hair and held her head, so that his thick cock would get deep into her throat. Somehow, she didn’t gag, as she tried to swallow all the pre-cum that leaked from his pisshole.

“That’s the way, Baby,” he said. “You’re learning…. relax…. I’m going to make a fantastic cocksucker out of you!”

He was thrusting his dick gently in and out of her saliva dripping lips now, and with each thrust she felt his thing getting deeper into her throat. She didn’t want to gag, she wanted it to be good for him. She wanted to show him; she was better than her mother.

“Ooooohh Shit Yeah, Baby,” he moaned. “It takes practice, but you’re getting the hang of it.”

He started ramming his dick a little faster in and out of her wet mouth. She could hear herself making loud sucking noises. She was also getting very excited. She slid her hand down to her thighs, and stroked at her slit, but it wasn’t enough. She reached for his hand, and brought his fingers to her pussy.

“What’s the matter, Baby,” he asked, laughing. “Is sucking my cock getting your pussy all lathered up?”

She could do nothing but grunt, but he understood what she needed. She spread her thighs to allow two of his fingers to slide into her hot pussy, then another finger. He rammed three fingers inside her pussy, and began moving them in and out with the same rhythm she was using to suck his dick.

“I’m getting fucking close, Baby,” he moaned.

Now he was cramming every inch of his thick dick between her lips. She didn’t know how she could take so much, but somehow; she was doing it. She could feel his thick dickhead seeming to go all the way down into her belly. She began to use her tongue on his shaft, as his rhythm got faster. His dick was throbbing, she could feel it getting thicker, and she wondered if it would be soon.

Again, the thought frightened her, she had heard about doing this to boys, and actually swallowing the stuff, but she’d never considered herself doing something like that, the thought sounded so nasty. But she wanted to please her stepfather.

“I’m getting close, Baby,” he moaned. “I’m going to shoot your mouth full of my cum….”

Now his fingers gripped the back of her head tighter, he didn’t want her to chicken out. He was ramming his prick past her lips, as savagely as he could. Ha had forgotten all about playing with her pussy in his excitement, but she didn’t care, she only wanted it to be good for him.

“Jesus….” he gasped. “Ooooohh Jesus…. I’m almost there. I’m almost fucking there. Oh Jesus, Baby…. did you feel that…. Yeah, my cock is jerkin’…. I’m shooting…. I’m FUCKIN’ SHOOTING MY CUM!”

He held on tightly to her head, as he rammed his spurting cock into her throat, as far as he could go. She didn’t want to lose any of it, she wanted to swallow it, but there was just too much. She swallowed one spurt, before she choked and started spitting his thick cum out the corners of her mouth. She felt the sticky cum dripping over her chin and onto her exposed tits. Still, he seemed to keep coming and she didn’t know when it would ever end. She was covered in his sticky cum; it was all over her small tits, chin, cheeks, and dripping from her mouth.

Finally, he stopped coming, and sighed. She felt his dick start to get soft, and she let it slip from her mouth. He grabbed a handful of her blond hair and wiped his limp cock clean.

“Did I do good for you?” Sandra softly asked.

“Yeah…. but you need some more practice…. good for a first time,” John answered.

“I’m glad,” she whispered.

She put her face against his bare, muscled chest and felt the warmth of his body. She could also feel his heart beating strongly with his fading excitement. It didn’t seem to matter that he hadn’t taken care of her quivering pussy. It was enough that she was able to please him, she thought.

But John wasn’t done, he wasn’t going to let her go away unsatisfied….

“Now it’s our turn, Bitch,” he said groughly. “I’m going to show you something. I know you’ve never felt before!”

He meant what he said; he went to his knees on the tiled kitchen floor, and spread her thighs a little farther apart. She knew little of what was to come. Her heart fluttered as he stared at bare pussy slit, she didn’t feel shameful though, she felt her arousal increasing.

“I’m going to eat you, Bitch” John said. “I’m going to lick and suck your cunt….”

His nasty words made her feel weak and depraved, but she liked it. He pulled her little ass to the edge of the chair, and leaned his face down between her legs; she could feel his hot breath on her wet pussy. It made her quiver with pleasure, not fully realizing what he was about to do, she tried to close her legs with embarrassment, but he held them apart.

“Don’t worry, Baby,” he told her. “I’m going to make you feel real good….”

He leaned in even closer, for the first time someone’s lips touched the distended, and tender lips of her pussy, “Ooooohh…. you’re tickling me…. OOOoooohh, My God…. Yeah!” Sandra squealed. He was right, it was incredible, nothing she had ever experienced felt better than his lips and tongue pressed against her sensitive pussyslit, he slowly began to lick up her seeping wetness.

She began to purr and squirm on the chair, she spread her slim thighs wider and stared to push her pussy at his face. She felt his tongue spread her tight slit apart. “Ooooohh God…. I love it… Yeah, lick me…. suck me!”

She had asked for it, but she wasn’t prepared for him to lick and bite her clit….

“AAAAAAhhhhoooooo…. My God…. aaaaahhhh, John!” she cried, as she jammed her pussy hard at his tongue. Then he rammed his tongue into her pussyhole, she could feel it slithering in deep. He pulled his face back and began to lick at her puffy slit again. She grabbed a hold of the back of his head, and arched her pussy hard against his licking mouth.

“OOOOhhhh, Shit…. I love it…. Yeah, Lick Me!” Sandra sobbed. “Lick it…. lick my hole some more…. don’t tease me…. I need to come so bad!”

She was too close to the edge for him to tease her. With a growl, he started stabbing his tongue into her pussyhole, as fast as he could. She knew her pussy was dripping with her wetness, she could hear him making wet slobbering sounds, as he swallowed her seeping pussy juices. She had never felt anything so incredible before.

She could feel his upper lip pressing at her clit, making it quiver powerfully. “My clit…. oooooohhh Fuck, suck my clit again,” she moaned. “Take it in your mouth…. Suck It!”

Sandra almost went crazy when she felt John sucking, and nibbling at her hard clit gently. She felt hot shivering sensations flow through her petite body, and knew she would come very soon. She closed her thighs tightly around his head, as she bucked her pussy wildly against his tongue and mouth.

“I’m coming!” she squealed. “I’m Coming! Ooooohh God…. it feels wonderful…. I love it!”

Sandra bucked up against her stepfather’s face one last time…. then slumped back on her chair. She felt him continuing to lick up her wetness, as he slid his tongue about her puffy slit, until the last orgasmic shudder went through her body, then he leaned back, and gazed at her pleasure contorted face.

“I loved it,” she murmured. “Ooohh John, Honey…. I loved it! I never, ever felt anything so…. Awesome!”


Once she was back in her bed, she lay thinking. Her mind was clear of her arousal, she felt nauseous with guilt, he had tricked her again. Deep down she knew it was wrong, but he had seduced her to the point she went crazy with lust. She felt remorse, regret, and shame from letting him control her again…. many thoughts swirled through her unsettled mind; her feelings were in turmoil….



















--------- Chapter 4
Things get crazy….
Mid-November to December, 1987
Little Rock, Arkansas


The next few weeks went by slowly for Sandra, her school work suffered, as she is nearly consumed by her distressed thoughts. During that time, her mother didn’t give John an opportunity to do anything more than brush his body by her, as he pasted by her in the hallway. Or rub his hard cock on her butt as Sandra did the dishes, but of course there were many opportunities for him to look at her lewdly whenever her mom wasn’t looking…. it made Sandra feel so weird.

Then, Sandra came home late from Cheerleading practice, and found John sitting on the couch, wearing a tight t-shirt and cargo pants, which bulged at the crotch. He was sipping a beer and watching some comedy show.

“Hey John…. aaaahh, where’s my mom,” Sandra asked, with a tremble to her voice, standing there in her skimpy cheerleading skirt and crop top.

She’s working late tonight….,” he said. “Good chance for us to talk…. and be alone, wouldn’t you say?”

“Talk about…. aaahh…. what?” she asked innocently.

“Well…. we could talk about what’s under your hot skirt…. for a start,” he said with a lewd grin. “I mean, Damn, the way you look so good in it….”

His eyes moved up and down her body…. then he shifted on the couch. Sandra’s eyes instinctively moved to the lump in the crotch of his pants. He moved a hand down, and began to rub at the length of his cock through his pants, as he continued to stare at her.

“Uuumh…. aaaahhoo, God,” she groaned, as she turned and darted from the f(a)mily room. She could hear his laugh, as she ran up the stairs on the way to her bedroom.

She jumped onto to her bed, feeling confused and ambivalent about John. She knew her feelings for John were wrong, and she felt disgust at the very thought of making it with him again. She laid there, trembling all over, expecting him to come into her room at any moment, but he didn’t.

As Sandra laid there in a state of dreaded anticipation, she had a disquieting suspicion that he was deliberately playing with her…. knowing she was fighting the desires of her body, against her inhibitions of knowing how wrong her erotic desires were.

She didn’t leave her room until she heard her mom come in. She walked down the hallway slowly and found her in their room, changing from out of her work clothes.

“Hey Mom…… uuumm, where’s John?” Sandra asked.

“Oooohh…. he left a note on the kitchen counter; he went over to Tom’s to watch to watch some game.

She was glad…. but slightly disappointed also, the rest of the night was uneventful.


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On a Saturday morning, a few weeks later, Sandra got up early, and quickly ate a bowl of cereal, then left a note to her mom, saying she was going to the library, and slipped out of the house before her parents got up. She took a city bus to the library, and read a few chapters of “Misery” by Stephen King, that she had found lying on a table, but it didn’t help her to keep her mind from thinking about John’s dick, she’d spent the night dreaming of it.

Putting the book down with an exasperated sigh, she decided to look up stuff about and Inc(e)st on the internet, but an older woman sitting next to her tried to see what she was searching. The woman started to ask her embarrassing questions about her dad or brothers. The woman told Sandra she needed to find help if I was being abused, she said no one would get in trouble, but Sandra knew better. She knew her mother would be crushed and heartbroken…. she couldn’t see her hurt like that.

Sandra already knew it was wrong for a family member, or anyone else to touch her, she’d learned that in her Health class at school and from her Mother. She didn’t need the nosy woman to tell her that also. She was already confused by her feelings, desires, and thoughts as it was. Sandra was able to slip away from her without much problem.

As she left the library, Sandra decided to go to the Mall, there she did a little window shopping. It took her a few bus stops to get back home around 3pm. As she let herself into the house, she called out “I’m home.” Hoping to hear her mom’s voice, but to her surprise, neither one of her parents answered, they were out of the house.

Sandra breathed a sigh of relief, as she headed for her bedroom, she was glad that John wasn’t around…. she knew she couldn’t avoid being alone around him for long. She stopped dead in her tracks and gasped as she went through her bedroom door. On the bed lay a crumpled pair of her bikini panties…. they hadn’t been there when she slipped out that morning (Sandra kept her bed made and her room neat). Frowning with confusion, she picked them up…. to her horror, they were all wet and sticky.

“Ooooohh…. God, is that cum,” she groaned aloud. Then Sandra realized the stuff was fresh…. it hadn’t had time to dry yet. “Uuuhh… aaahh, God…. No!” she moaned, letting the panties fall to the carpet.

Then, she heard a croaking laugh behind her, and whirled around to see John standing in her closet doorway. His powerfully muscled arms were folded across his brawny chest, which was bare. He was wearing only a pair of boxer briefs, and they bulged out around the length of his hard cock…. his body was glistening with sweat.

“I borrowed a pair of your dirty panties from the laundry pile, Sandy. They sure smell good…. I’ll bet your little pussy smells even better,” he said huskily… his eyes glaring lustfully at her.

“Wh-where’s my Mom?” Sandra asked nervously, and felt a strange aching sensation deep in her pussy.

“Ooohh, she went over to visit her mother. You know how far away your Gram lives. She won’t be home until tomorrow, Sandy,” he said with a leering grin.

And with that, his eyes roamed over her trembling body. Sandra was wearing a mid-thigh skirt, and a loose blouse which had a deep neckline. He stepped closer to her, and she smelled whiskey on his breath. Sandra heart raced with fear and excitement.

“C’mon, sweetie, give your daddy a nice kiss!” he said with a slurred voice.

“No… no… you’re not my Dad!” Sandra cried, tears beginning to stream down her cheeks. She was scared…. but she also felt a strange desire.

“You Little Whore,” he roared angrily. “When I tell you to do somethin’…. you better do it!” John reached out and grabbed Sandra by her long blonde hair.

She whimpered in fear and pain, as his fingers clutched a handful of her hair…. he wrenched her head back hard, so Sandra was f(o)rced to stare up into his eyes. She could smell his musky, masculine scent, mingled with the smell of whiskey. Sandra understood the control he had over her…. she felt dizzy with fear and trembled.

Still holding her head back, John leaned forward, with his full lips parting….

“Uuuunnng…. No, John, uuunngg,” Sandra groaned, as his lips pressed hard against hers.

He sucked at her lips greedily, his long-wet tongue slipping between them. Sandra tasted the whisky, as his tongue pressed at hers, she realized that he was very dr(u)nk. He kissed her fiercely; his free arm went around her waist, and he brutally yanked her against his tall muscular body…. Sandra felt overwhelmed by his brute strength. All of her impulses to resist him, melted away in a haze of confused, passive acceptance.

He hungry kissed Sandra’s lips, making her heart flutter, and her stomach churn…. she was shocked when she realized, that she liked the way his hard body pressed against hers. Sandra gasped into his open mouth, and felt the solid log of his dick throbbing and pressing at her hip. It felt so big…. her mind swirled with thoughts of how wrong…. how very, very wrong it was. But it also felt so goooood, to be kissed so passionately and roughly by her stepfather…. she gave into her rising passion.

But then she thought of her mom…. he was cheating on her, betraying her, it was also Inc(e)st. It would hurt her too much if she found out what was happening.

He let go of her hair, then Sandra felt his hand squeezing her butt through her skirt, then he slid his other hand up her belly, to her small breasts. He squeezed her growing breasts so hard, that Sandra jerked back from is kiss, and pressed at his hairy muscular chest.

“AAAAaaahhhooo…. EEEeeeeeiiiihhhhaa,” Sandra cried hoarsely in pain, as she struggled against him.

He grinned down at her, as he mercilessly twisted and mashed her aching tits and nipples.

“John…. y-you’re hurting me!” Sandra cried, as tears gushed from her eyes.

“Your tits are growing nicely, I like that…. I was wondering if they ever would,” He laughed, as he abruptly released her tortured tits. Sandra gulped down a breath of relief. Then his hand quickly moved to the front of her blouse…. and he impatiently ripped it open.

“No…. no, John…. it’s cheating and wrong, what about my Mom?” Sandra cried, as she broke from his grip, and stepped back from him. Again, his face twisted with anger.

“You…. Little Bitch!” he yelled. He drew his hand back, slapping her hard across her face. His hand came back and he brutally struck her again. Sandra was so startled by his attack, that she groaned and fainted.

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……. As Sandra started to come around, she was aware of lying on her bed…. and something gripping her hip tightly and painfully, she also felt something hot and moist sliding over my pussyslit. Her eyes fluttered open and she moaned, “EEEeeiiiiiggghhoo…. No, John.”

Sandra leaned up on her elbows, and stared down her body with a dazed sense of awareness. She was lying on her back, on her bed, and was completely naked. Her arms and legs were spread-eagled, and John was kneeling between her thighs, mashing his mouth against her pussy, as he noisily sucked and licked.

“John…. ooohh, God…. No!” Sandra cried and tried to squirm, but he held her tight.

John was naked, too, and the sight of him crouching there between her spread legs sent a jolt of lust blazing through her crotch, even as she told herself that it was wrong, and that she must resist him. But he was gripping her hips tightly, his fingers pulling back the tiny lips of her pussy, so he could lick deeply into her hot slit.

Sandra knew for sure she was being r(a)ped by John, but then she felt wild sensations of pleasure surge through her body, as he ate out her pussy. Her face still burned and ached from the savage slaps he’d given her, but her body was beginning to pulse with erotic urges. Powerful tingles pulsed through her little pussy, as his long tongue slid between her puffy lips, and explored her quivering pussyflesh.

Sandra felt his tongue brushing across her hard bud, and blasts of mind-numbing ecstasy flowed through her. “EEEeeeiiinnngggooo….,” she sighed in hysterical delight, arching her back, as incredible pulses of pleasure rushed through her.

Suddenly, he sat up, panting heavily, his chin and mouth gleaming, and dripping with her juices. The image burned into Sandra’s memory forever. The sight of his bare muscular chest, looked so good to her, then her eyes were drawn lower, his dickshaft looked even bigger and thicker than the first time she had seen it. Sandra felt a jolt of fear and excitement pulse through her. It was swinging back and forth, bloated with lust, the veins on his dick throbbed visibility, his bulbous cockhead was big, purplish and wet with precum.

With a randy grin, he fisted his cockshaft, stroking it up and down it’s pulsing length, as he gazed into her pale gray eyes. Sandra saw the horny excitement in his eyes, as he looked over her naked body…. knowing she was helpless to resist him. She was naked, and spread out for him, to do whatever he wished to do with her. With a husky grunt, he scooted forward, straddling her hips, he kneeled over her chest.

Sandra looked up, his crotch was neatly trimmed, and she saw his hairless ball thing swaying above her flushed face, she could smell a musky aroma. The scent made her lightheaded, and she quivered with excitement.

She looked up to his face, and saw he was staring back at her, “Okay, baby girl…. I want you to suck and lick my big fuckin’ balls. I want you to really work that little tongue of yours on them,” he said huskily.

Sandra shivered all over, as he lowered his balls closer to her mouth, she tentatively extended her tongue and licked at the satiny thing. She hated to admit it, even to herself…. she liked the sweaty/tangy taste of it. She opened her mouth, and her full sensuous lips circled the bag of balls, and she sucked gently on it. She flicked her tongue back and forth across them, she could feel the bag tighten and pulse.

She heard him groan, “Yeah, baby girl…. yeah, be gentle…. lick and suck, em.”

Sandra looked up, and saw his fist stroking up and down his dickshaft, as she licked and sucked his balls. She just tried to forget he was her stepfather, and that he was f(o)rcing her to do this. She was just going to focus on the pleasure she was feeling. He was just a man, any man, and that way Sandra could do it without feeling too ashamed, she thought.

After a few minutes, he lifted his bag from her sucking mouth, it was dripping with her saliva. He gently sat on her chest, and leaned slightly forward, then he slid a hand around the back of her head. Hauling it up roughly, as he grabbed a handful of her long blonde hair once more. Then, holding his prickshaft in his other hand, he guided the slick tip toward her parted lips.

“Suck it…. Bitch! Open your mouth and take my cock inside! Suck it good, Sandy” he roared.

“Oooohhaaammoo…. John,” Sandra groaned, as he pressed the head of his cock at her mouth.

She trembled and extended her tongue…. she licked at the fluid leaking seeping from the tip, she loved the flavor of his precum, it was oddly salty and sweet. With a sigh, she licked more of fluid from the head, the pungent taste of his cockhead filled her mouth. Her head swirled with delirious excitement, in spite of her knowledge that it was horribly wrong, Sandra was rapidly becoming to like his r(ou)gh treatment, it felt so wrong…. but she craved his attention, even his roughness, she would do all he asked of her at that moment. The change in her mind frightened her, as much, as it thrilled her. Because she knew, once she gave into his desires, there was no going back, she would be his whenever he wanted her.….

“Yeah…. I like the feel of your, slut tongue on my prick…. Wow!” he groaned.

“Aaahhaa…. Aaahhaa…. Yeah, lick my cock like I showed you, sweetie,” he laughed with delight, feeling a surge of manly pride. He jerked his hips back and yanked her head forward roughly by her hair. Then he slapped her cheek with his big cock.

Sandra was beginning to love his rough treatment….

Whimpering, she obeyed…. her little tongue licked back and forth across the rubbery knob, making it gleam obscenely with her saliva. She licked down the shaft to the base, tickling her nose in the trimmed pubic hair, his sweaty and musky scent made her senses reel. John groaned with pleasure, as he guided her face up and down his cockshaft, with the hand gripping her hair. “Yeah…. that’s good…. your tongue feels so good on my prick… lick it,” he urged her on with loud, lust-filled groans.

Occasionally he would smack her face with his cock, or rub the oozing knob all over her face, and against her nose and throat. He was panting constantly, as he stared down at her with eyes that blazed with his whisky fueled lust. “Okay…. baby girl…. now you’re gonna get your tight, little pussy stuffed full of my cock!”

Sandra heart lurched with sudden, intense desire and fear, “Mmmmm…. Yeah, John…. I want that,” she whimpered helplessly, and bit her lower lip, she trembled all over. Then, she wondered, if he would be gentle…. but rough might be good too.

Then there was the terrible guilt again, what would her mother think of what they were doing? Then, she reminded myself, it wasn’t her fault…. he wasn’t asking for her permission, this was r(a)pe, she was enjoying it, Yes…. but it was still r(a)pe. He was too strong and manly, he could f(o)rce her with no problem, if she resisted…. it was best, like before, if she just relented, and just focused on the pleasure she was feeling.

He grinned down at her…. she wondered if he knew what I was thinking…. as he positioned himself above her, one of his strong hands on the bed along her right-side. Sandra’s little nipples rose up stiffly, betraying a deep, hot excitement, which mingled in a thrilling way with the fear that surged through her body.

With his other hand, he caught hold of his cockshaft and leaned forward, panting with best(ia)l excitement. Sandra shivered, closed her eyes against the hot passion that was rapidly growing within her. She groaned slightly, as she felt the head of his cock mashing against the tender lips of her little pussy, her eyes fluttering open.

“Yeah…. your little pussy is…. aaaahh, is so tight,” he groaned, as he f(o)rced his cockhead between her pussylips. Then he planted his other hand on her left-side, and grinned down at her. Sandra felt the pressure of his head against her pussyhole, and f(o)rced herself to relax.

With a lusty roar, he heaved his hips forward, thrusting his prick into her tight hole with brute f(o)rce. His big dick rammed hard between her tender folds, spreading them wide apart, penetrating her hole in one br(u)tal thrust.

“AAAAiiieeeeeeeeee…. uuuuggggnnoooooohhh!” Sandra wailed, as she felt the onslaught of his big dick.

Even as the searing pain surged through her pussy faded, she began to feel waves of intense pleasure deep in her quivering pussy. Squirts of pussy-juice shot from her ravaged hole, lubricating his cockshaft lewdly before running down her butt cheeks. Her interior, vagina muscles stretched farther than she had expected in one thrust, she was fully impaled by John’s cock. His trimmed pubic hair tickled her nearly bare mound and mingled with her trimmed pubic patch. Her aching pussylips stretched convulsively around the thick base of his cock.

His throbbing cock had slammed br(u)tally against her cervix (but at the time, Sandra didn’t know what it was called, Damn…. it felt weird), battering it hard, as he grunted again, and again, swaying his hips side to side, while he rammed his cock deep inside of her. His movements made explosions of painful pleasure surge though her pussy, as he continued to batter her cervix. Sandra’s vision swam and her entire body jerked violently, as he began to fuck her harder….

“Yeeeeooooowwww!” Sandra cried hoarsely. “Noooooo, John…… nooooo, take it out!” Her pussy was beginning to hurt again, she arched her back, and her face grimaced in agony, heaving her body frantically from side to side.

“Take it Out? Not on your life,” he groaned, with a cruel sounding laugh. “Just relax, baby…. and you’ll end up begging me for more!” And with that, he began to r(a)pe her in earnest. He drew back, sliding almost all of his long prick out of her painfully stretched pussy. Then, grunting with anim(a)listic lust, he fucked it back up inside of her hard.

“OOOOoooohh, God…. that hurts tooooo much…. Please, not so deeeeeep,” she cried out.

He slammed his big, long, prick in and out of her little, throbbing pussy with all the f(o)rce in his muscular body. Each time he thrust his cock into her, his sweat-soaked balls whipped up and smacked against her quivering butt cheeks, and her petite body jerked forward violently…. he was too dr(u)nk to care if he hurt her, Sandra realized.

She sobbed and gasped breathlessly, as John fucked her harder, faster, and deeper. But soon the excruciating pain began to ebb again, and pleasurable pain consumed her. Her entire body ached and throbbed, and ecstasy fluttered through her nerve endings, making her feel dizzy and wild with desire for her stepfather.

“Oooooohh…. John,” she moaned feebly, tossing her head from side to side. Little gasps escaped from between her parted lips, each time he thrust his long dick up to the balls inside of her pussy.

“I’m glad I’m your first lover, honey,” He panted lewdly, the smell of whisky strong on his breath. “Yeah, you’re a great fuck…. you just need more practice; Daddy can do that for you.”

He continued to thrust his cockshaft into her hard, making her bed creak, groan, and bounce on the carpeted floor.

“Oooohh…. uuunnhhoo, Daddy…. it feels sooo good, fuck me…. Fuck Me,” she groaned, she was surprised by her own words, she was really getting off, despite the fact the she was being r(a)ped by her own dr(u)nk stepfather…. it was all so confusing.

His belly smacked rhythmically against her tummy, as he lewdly humped her. In a matter of moments, she felt the beginning of her orgasm. The intense pleasure flowed through her writhing body, focusing in on her dick-stuffed pussy. “Yeah…. Yeah…… aaaaahhhhOOOOO,” she cried with excitement, as bursts of exhilarating ecstasy blasted through her, making her pussy gush with orgasmic fluids.

“Oooohhaaaammoo…. you hot little, Slut…. I made you come!” he groaned triumphantly, grinning down at her lust-contorted face. He sighed, as her orgasming vagina muscles, convulsively clenched and flexed about his thrusting cockshaft…. then her juices flowed around his shaft, making her pussy exquisitely slippery for him.

“Get ready…. you, Hot Little Bitch! Yeah, Sandra…… UUUnnnnnhh…. unnnnhh…. I’m getting’ there, getting’ close…. take it…. Take it All…. Aaarghhhh!” he groaned like a wild b(ea)st, as he threw his head back. Slamming down on top of her, skewering her spasming vagina deeply….

“Aaannnggguuuuhhh….!” Sandra whimpered, as she felt her stepdaddy’s cock swell inside of her, and begin to spurt globs of cum right onto her cervix. “Mmmmmmooooohh…. it feels sooo good! I love you…. gimme more…. I want all of your cum, Daddy!”


As her orgasm rippled through her petite body, she knew changes were coming, for good or bad….










Part 3…. to come soon




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