Chapter 5

That's 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 pulled the covers off completely and got on top of me. His cock was inside me in seconds and he began thrusting in and out.

The next time it was in the hayloft of the barn where I went sometimes to read. Then in the garage, then my room again. One time I was taking a shower. I felt a chill breeze against my wet skin. I looked out and saw a silhouette against the shower curtain. I gasped as the curtain was yanked open.

My father was standing there naked, his mouth open, his eyes bulging out as he stared at me huddled in the corner. His cock was hard and red, and pointed at me threateningly, like a gun.

He got in the tub with me, the water flattening his hair and dropping down off his face. The drops bounced off his chest and shoulders as he moved against me in the corner. He grabbed my wrists, pulling my hands away from my chest, holding them high above my head with one hand so he could stare at my naked body.

His other hand pressed against my boob, pushing it flat against my chest with his palm. He rotated his hand, then closed the fingers around my tit, squeezing the meaty flesh. He stared down at my tit in fascination, as his fingers squeezed and squeezed it repeatedly.

His hands came around me, hugging me tightly as he kissed me. He pulled my leg up and thrust his hips forward, crushing my ass against the tiles. He reached between his legs with his other hand, still holding my leg up high and to the side, and inserted the tip of his penis in my sheath.

His hand moved around onto my ass, pulling me outward as he slowly pushed himself up into me. He began thrusting almost immediately, screwing me with short, sharp jabs. He moved his hips around in circles, jerking in and out. When he decided I was loose enough, he began pumping with long smooth strokes.

His body crashed into mine again and again, slamming me against the corner of the shower enclosure. My face was buried in his wet chest fur. Then I felt him shudder. His hips slammed forward as his head jerked up and back.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

He slumped against me, slowly lowering my leg, his cock slipping out of me.

I tried to stay away from him as much as I could of course. I stayed away from anywhere he could get me alone when an attack was due, but he always found a way somehow. I thought about telling someone, but I didn't know who.

I sure couldn't tell my mom. That sure wouldn't do any good. The idea of her doing anything so rash as to stand up to him was laughable. She waited on him hand and foot, like he was some kind of God or something. I knew she wouldn't believe me, and if she did, she wouldn't do anything anyway.

It wasn't just that he was fucking me whenever he wanted that was getting to me. It was the loss of control over my mind and body when he did it. Bad enough that he used me however he wanted, worse yet was that my body betrayed me during these times more often than not.

Sometimes it was over with fast and I could just walk away and clean up. Then again, there were the times when my body had shuddered through unwanted climaxes and orgasms at my fathers hands. What had been almost acceptable from the dirty Spinozzos was humiliating coming from my dad.

I even thought about running away to escape him. But I was pretty smart. I knew that running away would solve nothing at all. What could I do? Go to New York and be a prostitute? How would that be any better than this? And what would happen if I turned out to like that too?

One day when my mom was out he grabbed me as soon as I got home from school. I had gotten mixed up, thinking it was the next day my mom would be out, otherwise I would have stayed away for a few hours until she got home.

As it turned out it didn't matter. He bent me backwards over the kitchen table and started kissing and fondling me. His hands ripped my shirt open and yanked it off. My bra went next. I was flat on my back on the table, my legs flailing helplessly as his mouth sucked on my small pink nipples.

His tongue rasped over the skin, his mouth suckling and chewing, forcing each nipple erect against my will. HIs hands squeezed my tit as he looked down into my face. "I'm gonna fuck you in the asshole little girl!" 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.

She jumped, then slowly, hesitantly, moved over to the table across from him.

"Mommy stop him!" I yelled "Pleeeeassse" I wailed.

"Grab her wrists and hold them there!" he barked.

I felt another, smaller pair of hands around my wrists. I tried to jerked my wrists away when he let go but my mother held firm.

His hands undid my pants and yanked them down and off as I sobbed in anguish and humiliation. He leered at me, rubbing my cunt through my thin bikini panties.

"You're gonna love this baby." he smiled.

I jerked my head up to look at my mom. Her eyes refused to meet mine. She stared dazedly at my body, wherever he touched it. He slowly slid my panties down and off, leaving me totally nude between the two of them.

His pants dropped to the floor and his cock came out. He poked it against my cunt slit. Slowly he pushed it into me, forcing inch after inc h up my cunt tube until his balls rested against my ass cheeks. He pumped into my then, slowly, easily, taking his time.

"You like that whore?" he gritted. "Does that feel good? Do you like being FUCKED by your daddy?"

I sobbed, gritting my teeth against the pain in my slit and the sudden arousal of my oh so sensitive clitty. He pulled out and stepped back. He picked up a can from the table. I hadn't noticed it before. It was shaving cream.

He poured out a huge handful of white cream.

"Pull your legs up to your chest." he ordered me.

I sobbed and shook my head. Humiliated by having my Mother see him fucking me. He grabbed one of my boobs in his other hand and twisted it viciously, making me cry out in pain.

"Do as I say you little slut or I'll tear your fucking tit right off!" he screamed.

Jerkily, I pulled my legs up and back, opening my cunt and ass to him. He slapped his cream filled hand against my asshole, smearing it all over my crotch area. He rubbed his hand over his hot red cock, and centered it against my cream covered shithole.

I could feel the tip against my crinkled little asshole. He pushed harder and harder until he forced the tip past the opening.

He started fucking it in and out with just the tip. Repeatedly forcing my asshole open and closed. He began to press deeper and deeper with each new stroke, shoving his long fat fuck spike deeper into my asshole.

I stared up at my mother. Her face was frozen as she held me tightly. Her eyes were locked on the connection between my upturned little anal opening and her husbands churning pistoning fuck tool.

He pushed it further into me, opening up my ass tube, weakening my sphincter muscle. When he was half way in, something seemed to give inside me, and my asshole kind of sucked him down inside. He just shoved it forward, letting it slowly disappear down into my anus as the three of us watched.

I felt the cockhead move way up into my guts and sort of pulse and throb there for a second. He sighed happily, grabbing my legs and forcing them apart further. His hands came down around my waist and jerked me against him as he started to really fuck his cock in and out.

At first he went slowly, forced by the tightness yet,. As my asshole loosened further, he picked up speed. He lifted me right off the table sometimes as he jerked me back and forth. His cock thrust into my rectum faster and faster. My asshole burned, felt torn, ripped, as his churning fuck pole skewered me with brutal ease.

His breathing increased. "OOOoooo YYEssssss! What a fucking asshole you've got!" he cried. HE jammed his prick as deep inside me as it would go. His balls mashed against my ass cheeks and his fingers dug into my sides as he lifted me off the table and jammed my crotch against him.

"C... C... CCCCUUUUUUMMMMMMMIIIIINNNNNGGGGGGGG!!!!" he screamed, as his cock spurted his semen down into my anus, giving me a hot semen enema.

He grabbed one of my legs in each hand and jerked them up even higher and further apart, shoving me back onto my shoulders as he lifted my ass. Only my head and shoulders were still touching the table, along with my arms, which my mom was still holding.

My dad buried his cock down my shitter, yanking me tightly against him as he creamed in my asshole. He dropped my legs then, which fell across the table top with a dull aching thump, and staggered backwards, wiping the spit and drool off his face.

"What a nice tight little asshole she's got mom! Not like your's!" he laughed. He leaned forward and hissed in my ear.

"Your mom used to have a nice tight little asshole too, until I fucked it open for her! Har! Har! Har!" he laughed. His hand came down and cracked against my face, bringing a sharp yelp from me.

"Go do your chores now slut."

I looked up at my mom but she still wouldn't meet my eyes, so I slowly turned and stumbled off the table and out of the kitchen. I went up to my room to get some clothes on and then went back down to head for the barn. My dad stopped me as I was about to pas out the side door.

"Hold it, you!" he ordered.

I tensed up and turned slowly, dreading what new ideas he might have had.

"What the fuck are you doing with those on?" he demanded.

I looked at him in confusion, then looked down at my coveralls and t-shirt.

"What?" I asked, flustered.

"Get those clothes off! I didn't say you could wear clothes. Why should we waste clothes on a slut like you?"

I just looked at him in shock.

"You got nothing to hide from us little pussy."

He stalked closer till his angry face was right next to mine. "Why should you get those clean clothes all dirty out in the barn!? Take em off now!"

Slowly, resignedly I undid the catches on my shoulder and slid the coverall dow my body and off my legs. I pulled my t-shirt up and off my head till I was standing there in just bra and panties. He motioned at them imperiously and I sighed and pulled them off too.

"Much better! you look much better that way!" he chortled.

"Now get out to the barn and do your chores."

I went out the door naked, walking over and into the barn. It felt strange, but somehow very free to do my chores in the nude, not having to worry about getting my clothes dirty or anything.