Connie Mccowen ( 1 )


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clunk, thump, thump, thump. The cryptic bass rattled the windows of young Connie McCowen 's bedroom. `` Fuckin'a '' she swore under her breath as she rolled over in her bed unable to accrue asleep. chink, she heard her clock distinguish the prison term as 11:18, between the objectionable bass of the drunk asshole down the streets stereo. `` Damnit, I have a test tomorrow ! '' Then she heard the sound of her mother 's voice calling her figure from the life room. It was n't unexpected as there was no way her forefather was actually going to deal with this, that is if he was n't already passed out intoxicated himself.
She climbed out of bed and slipped on her shorts under the T-shirt that she normally slept in, and flip flops. Sure enough, the old man was passed out in her chair when Connie got into the bread and butter way. She looked with hatred at the one-half entire beer can perched on his bloated belly, ready to fall at any here and now. `` Ca n't we just call the cop '', she asked of her female parent, already well aware of her reply. Emmett was dad 's friend and there was no way that she 'd make that call.
'' Just go and turn the stereo down '', her mother said wearily, `` by now he 's as utterly to the world as your Father-God. ``
Connie was pissed as she grabbed the old ten speeding that she 'd put together from scrounging around for division. She walked the bike to the gated front man railway yard and onto the street. `` Maybe I should just bite the ass house down '', she thought as she climbed onto her motorcycle and peddled down the moony street listening to the music of some southern rock 'n' roll stripe that blared from down the street.
Emmett Johnson was an brain-teaser to the pocket-sized beachside community of Ormond By The Sea. rumor had it that he came from a wealthy family from New York, but you could n't tell by looking at him. Disheveled, fat and perpetually fuddle, it was tough to see where he 's ever served as anything more than a bad exercise. The old timers knew otherwise, he 'd once been considered a pillar of the small community. He had owned a successful gas post and auto repair and was maybe the beneficial mechanic for nautical mile around. That was until the night his pretty Brigham Young wife and their son just disappeared. cipher knew what happened to them, and is usually the case in a town where everybody knew everybody else 's business, there were many rumors. Some said she left him for another guy, some said that they were dead, there were even claim that Emmett had killed them himself. Regardless of whatever the genuine story was, the downwards helix of Emmett Dr. Johnson that followed, was very obvious and startlingly rapid. The place went under and Emmett sank into the abysm of alcoholism. Now, some fifteen years later, this once proud man lived off of minuscule jobs that barely paid enough for his day by day case of Busch beer.
As she approached the dilapidated home the music became almost painfully forte. She pulled her bike onto the gravel driveway and dropped it future to the old drunk 's beat up Ford pickup. The front door was full unfastened and she could see inside the livelihood room. The place was a shithole, with crank littering the story. Empty beer cans were everywhere and the air stank of cigarettes and stale beer. Against the wall, where a couch might normally be was a bed and on top of that lay the sleeping gawk of Emmett Johnson.
Nervously, Connie called his public figure a couple of times from the doorway, she dreaded having to actually go into the depressing elbow room. Getting no reply, she scanned the room from the room access. She spotted the stereo under a accumulation of vacuous cans across the room. Scared now, she crept into the room and stood in figurehead of the receiver, looking for the top executive button. Her design was to bend the damned matter off and run like hell. She found the button and just as she pushed it and blessed silence descended on the room she heard the door slam.
Spinning around her reverence were confirmed, there stood Emmett looking very pissed off and standing between her and the solitary departure. He was just over six groundwork grandiloquent, with raving mad hairsbreadth and a scruffy byssus. His Brobdingnagian belly stuck out over his dingy underwear.
'' What did you do that for '', he asked, his manner of speaking still somewhat slurred from the years drink.
Genuinely scared, Connie tried to mobilize up enough self-confidence to sound tough, she failed as she stammered, `` M-m-my mom made me do it. ``
'' She made you break into my house ? ``
'' No '', Connie answered, `` well yeah, she told me to add up down and turn off your radio receiver. '' Starting to find her ira push back on the fear she added, `` It was keeping the whole street awake and some of us have school in the morning ! ``
He pointed to the chair that sat next to the bed and told her to sit. Maybe it was her reverence of being trapped with this almost raw hulking alcoholic, or maybe it was just being conditioned to following orders from her drunken and abusive begetter. Either way, she pushed aside a couple of empty butt packs and lowered down into the dirty chair.
He moved around her and sat down on the edge of the bed. `` Do you bang what today is ? ``
She searched her brain for any meaning of that date but all she could come up with was that it was Tuesday.
He seemed to chuckle at that, but there was no joy to be heard in the sound. `` Today is the day that they left. ``
Connie searched her memories but had no melodic theme what he was talking about. `` Who left ? ``
'' Linda and Bobby '', he explained as if she knew who he was talking about. He noted the broken looking at on her face and went on to excuse, `` my wife and son. ''
She watched the hurting and sorrow twist his gruff lineament as he explained how they had gone up to New York to visit with her family XV class ago. He lay down on the bed as he tearfully explained that the police had found the car broken down in a bad section of the Bronx, the device driver abruptly.
So engrossed in his story, Connie nearly missed the fact that his permanently oil stained hand now rested on her thigh. Repulsed as she was by the contact, she did n't want to interrupt him so she let it go.
The police did n't sleep together that anyone else had been in the car until the following dayspring when they got in touch with her parents, who owned the car. A lookup began at daybreak for the young socialite and the heritor to the Janniston portion. The Jannistons, like Emmett 's own home had made millions in the stock market and the marriage of Emmett and Linda had joined their empires into one of the most powerful families on bulwark Street.
As Emmett lie there on his dirty sheets and abstracted mindedly caressing the smooth skin of Connie 's second joint he explained how the law had found them two years later. Their bodies were discovered by the scraps men in a dumpster. postmortem examination revealed that both had been raped multiple times before their throats had been cut and their consistence thrown out with the trash. He explained tearfully the days that followed, how police force tracked down the gang who had killed his crime syndicate, and the test that followed.
She was so engrossed by his horrific floor that the horrified stripling barely noticed his grubby fingers had slowly crept up her thigh and were now under the leg golf hole of her faded blueness jogging shortstop. Lightly, his fingertips grazed along the cotton gusset of her panty tracing the line of her lips through the dampening stuff. She knew that she should stop him, but she also could see the calming outcome that finally telling his tale was having on the old inebriate.
He shared how the NYPD tracked them down and one by one arrested the ten gang members who had taken his wife and tiddler, and how they had bragged about what they had done to that rich minuscule albumen kick and her brat. They had all taken their twist with her, and pimped out his son to a number of pedophiles from around the city. When they realized who they 'd abducted and the warmth that they would convey down they had figured it was best to discard of them.
He talked about how it had affected him, how he could n't work and began to drink away the annoyance but Connie was beginning to have a voiceless fourth dimension concentrating on his Son while his probing fingers toyed with her virgin slit. She never let any of her few beau touch her there and the champion of someone else 's fingers rubbing her nigh private of voice was something she 'd not expected. Her inexperienced sex was radiating tingling shudder of pleasure through her Danton True Young physical structure and she found herself spreading her legs to facilitate his admittance.
Unfortunately for her, the day 's drink and the relief of finally sharing his pain took their toll and gradually his finger stopped stroking her very commove pussy and she heard him begin to snore softly beside her. `` God damnit '', she swore as she pulled his script from beneath her shorts, she 'd been very close to cumming and now he was out cold.
Carefully the Pres Young brunette extricated herself from the chair, mindful not to heat him. She let herself out, making sure to come together the door behind her before grabbing her wheel and aim for home. She was so wet that she could feel her shorts beginning to stick to the cycle seat as she peddled down the street listening to the crashing of the wave from the nearby beach. Quietly she let herself in the logic gate and parked her bike beside the home.
Letting herself in, she knew it was n't redress. She could hear her new brother moaning from the living room so she rushed in to check on him. Connie found Billy curled up on the floor near the couch, blood was flowing from his lip as he clutched his stomach. She checked to make surely that he was all right and saw the vauntingly bruise that was still forming on the incline of his nerve.
'' W-w-we tried t-t-to get h-him t-t-to bed '', her brother sobbed as Connie helped him up off of the floor.
From her parents'bedroom she could hear her father grunting over her female parent 's sobbing cries. It was obvious that they were having sex whether her female parent wanted it or not. garish slaps accompanied her cries and Connie knew that she was getting a beating and probably being raped, again. She raged inside, feeling helpless to protect her mom and sidekick from the animal in their dwelling.
She quietly helped her brother to bed, half carrying him down the hall past their parents'chamber. The room access was still wide surface and she was capable to charm a glance of her Fatherhood kneel behind her mother 's overturned ass and fucking her with her punishing strokes while slapping her ass. Even in the dim lighting Connie could see the discoloration of the bruise that he was leaving.
Thankful that they had n't been noticed, she helped nightstick into his bed and lay beside him, comforting the poor boy as he lay there in hurting. All the while she could hear her mother 's agony and she fumed. There has to be a way to get rid of this asshole. Laying there in the night soothing her brother she stewed. She considered getting one of truncheon 's baseball cricket bat and beating him senseless, she even considered beating him to death, but knew deep down that her mother was somehow addicted to the abusive fucker. There had to be another way.
She heard one last loud oink from the drunken motherfucker that was her dad and knew that he was done. If he held true to form he 'd be passed out again in a bit or two so she waited for his loading train like snoring to get down before crawling out of Billy 's bed and padding down the Hall to her own. It was of late, but sleep would not come as plan after plan to get rid of her drunken father played out in her mind. Quickly, she saw the flaw in each plan and discarded them, only to imagine a new one. As she lay there in the dark cerebration of everything that had happened that Night, Emmett, nightstick, her mom, and particularly her father it occurred to her. She knew exactly what to do.
Connie spent much of the following few days ironing out her plan, if it worked she would get her forefather out of their sprightliness. She would even have her female parent unwittingly on board, but she needed some supplies to make it happen. For that she needed the supporter of Ian Epstein, the nerdiest guy in her division. She might involve Emmett 's help as well.
The come day, in science class, Mr. Stevens announced that he would be pairing up bookman for a project having to do with a manned mission to Mars. Each group would be given a specific undertaking towards making a colony possible. It did n't carry too often to get Mr. Stevens to mate Connie up with Ian, as they were both top scholar in the course. They were given the undertaking of power generation.
Ian, who has had a not so secret crush on Connie since the quartern level, was elated at the mating. To him, Connie was unadulterated, very pretty and hurt too, if only she were Judaic. He called her over to his lab bench and asked if she had any mind 's for the project, having already figured out what he had in mind, large fields of solar venire naturally. It was almost too easy.
Connie however surprised him, `` what if we could use atomic number 6 dioxide from the poles to tug generators and then filter out the carbon to get oxygen as a byproduct '', she asked demurely. `` It could work almost like a ships reactor creates steam to drive their generators. ``
He mulled it over for a hour or two, becoming more and more excited at the prospects of what she had proposed entailed. `` I love it '', he proclaimed, `` but it 's not going to be well-situated. ``
'' True '', she agreed, '' it 's going to take a lot of study. '' She looked him deep in the eye 's and suggested, '' maybe we should get together after school to cultivate out a design. ``
He agreed and suggested that they meet at the library after school. She explained that there might be others at the subroutine library and that they might want to go along their plan a secret from the other scholar. `` Can we touch at your house ? ``
Floored by the idea of being alone with this angel Ian agreed and added that his parents would n't be home until after five so they would have some privacy to brainstorm. Ian may throw been occupied with her thoughts on their scientific discipline project, Connie had an ulterior motive.
After the bell rang ending one-sixth catamenia Connie met up with Ian by the bike racks. Her pieced together 10 speed looked sad adjacent to his expensive Cannondale. Never the less she followed him out of the parking lot and Dixieland to the finely retain lawns of the gated community where he lived. Connie had never been in a vicinity like this and she rode in awe of the display of riches that Ian considered home. He led her to a home the the like of which she 'd only seen in magazines, and up into the unfold garage. She parked her bike next to his and he led her inside. If the outside had been gorgeous, the inside just blew her mind. They took off their shoe in a small foyer and he led her across the plush carpet to the kitchen for a Coke.
Grabbing two sodas he led her up to his room. It was naught like her crony 's room, Ian had real art hung from his bulwark instead of rock posters, and he had a real desk to puzzle out from. They sat at the desk and discussed the various view of their task. After agreeing on a canonic construct they began working on specific. They worked for another one-half hour or so when she asked, `` do you have a small-scale video camera ? ``
The curly wickedness haired geek said that he did and showed her his later consistency cam. It was indeed lowly, and boasted a twelve hr recording time. It was the latest edition to Ian 's assembling and obviously very expensive.
'' Do you think that I can borrow it for about a workweek ? ``
He thought for a moment and was tempted but in the end he said no.
She countered by asking, '' How about if I rent it ? ``
He looked mangled as he again shot her down. `` That 's a very expensive photographic camera, besides it was a gift from my Grandma. ``
'' I 'll aim beneficial care of it '', she promised. Still seeing the uncertainty in his eyes she upped the ante, '' and I 'll take unspoiled care of you. '' As she said it she grabbed the hem of her Hello jackpot t-shirt and pulled it up over her head.
The poor boy was stunned into quiet as her pale blue bra was exposed to his lubricious gaze. In stunned secrecy he watched as she worked the hold between her small boob and released her minor but truehearted nipple from their confines. Staring at her pink areola and nipples he allowed her to fight him back onto his bed. `` Wh-wh-what are you doing '', he stammered as he watched her delicate hired hand slide up his thighs. She grabbed the waistband of his shorts and began to deplume them down. Again he asked what she was doing and she told him that she was putting a down requital on renting his camera.
In awe, he watched as his long time infatuation pulled down his shorts and yield of the Looms. His dick was already as toilsome as he 'd ever remembered it being as it sprang free of his briefs.
Having pulled his shorts and underwear down to his ankles, Connie wrapped her fingers around a guy 's member for the starting time time. It felt hard, yet gentle and she could feel the blood pulsing through its prominent mineral vein. Kneeling beside the bed she stroked his throbbing extremity and looking up at his eyes, which were half closed in pleasure she understood how to control a man. She pumped her clenched fist up and down his shaft relishing on the spirit of the satiny soft hide of his erecting. She had an idea of what to do next from porn that she watched online and leaned forward and licked his shaft from the base of operations to the tip, surprised a fiddling by his lack of any particular taste. For some intellect she 'd always thought that it would sample smutty, but even the clear fluid that oozed from his hole really was n't bad, just a slight salty. She licked his shaft again then took the head of it into her back talk. Bobbing her drumhead on his cock she gave him his get-go ever fuck up job, and being her first as well she could n't manage more than a few column inch without gagging so she used her fist to pump the role that did n't fit in her mouth.
Ian could not trust what was happening as he watched his motherfucker sliding in and out of her hot wet rima oris. He stared down into her recondite dark-green eyes as she looked up at him and he was lost. He 'd masturbated to this very scene many clock time but now it was really happening. He could already feel the cum starting to moil in his hammock and knew that he was n't going to concluding very much foresighted regardless of how a great deal he tried to hold it back.
Connie sensed it too, she could feel his consistency growing tense up and his cock seemed to swell even more in her mouth. She heard him cronk out his monition that he was going to cum and backed off until just the head was in her oral fissure as she pumped his drool slickened shaft with her script. Then it happened, his prick twitched and the first jet of cum filled her mouthpiece. It was salty but a little sweet and nowhere near as bad relishing as she was afraid that it would be, but damn there was a lot of it. Instinctively she swallowed the first of his load, feeling the hot goo sliding down her throat as he shot more and more of the thick guck into her mouthpiece. He finally stopped cumming in her mouth and she sucked and licked him clean before raising up off of his deflating cocksucker. `` So, can I borrow your camera ? ``
'' Uh huh '', he nodded. If that was just the consume defrayment there was no way that he was going to refuse.
She put her bra and shirt back on and he pulled up his shortstop. Afterward he showed her how to work the camera and retrieve the video from it. She thanked him for letting her use it and gave him a candy kiss on the lips. As she kissed him she gave his still semi hard prick a power play, `` You 'll get the rest of the rent next week when I bring it back. ``
With the television camera in her backpack she headed for home. As she peddled down her street she saw Emmett in his drive working on his beat up old truck so she turned into the chiliad. `` Hi Emmett. ``
He looked up from under the exhaust hood and smiled back at her, '' hi Connie, sorry about chewing your ear off the former night. ``
'' No problem '', she assured him. `` Can I ask a favor of you ? ``
'' Sure, what 's up ? ``
'' I need a case of beer for tomorrow morning. ``
He looked at her a little shock, `` Are n't you a trivial youthful to be drinking beer ? ``
'' It 's not for me. ``
He thought for a moment, `` do you feature the money to buy a display case ? ``
'' Not really. ``
'' So let me get this straightaway, you want me to buy you a case of beer and pay for it too ? Why would I do that ? ``
She got up close to him and reached out with her hand, grabbing his dick through his grubby jeans. `` Because if you do, I 'll sacrifice you a blow job. ``
He was stunned, his Quaker little girl just offered to suckle his dick for a pillow slip of beer. He looked down into her pleading eyes and took her paw off of his crotch. Without saying a tidings he led her into the house and closed the door behind them. Once inside he grabbed her nerve and hang over to osculate her roughly.
She accepted his kiss, tasting the stale beer and cigarettes as his tongue invaded her mouth. It was crude, but she needed that beer for her plan to mold. He broke the kiss and asked if she was sure that she wanted to do this. She answered by unbuckling his belt and lowering down to her human knee. She watched as his dirty fingers undid his jeans and dropped them to the level. His underwear were grey and stained as he pulled them down. Standing there in just his grease stained T-shirt she could see his small peter poking out from under his Brobdingnagian beer gut. It was maybe five inches long, quite a bit pocket-size than Ian 's had been, and already she could smell the sweat and pee. For the irregular meter in a little more than an hr she leaned forward and took a cock into her backtalk. As small as he was she could convey the entirely thing without gagging. Her nose touched his foul smelling maze of hair's-breadth and her os frontale pressed against his gut. She was disgusted, but if her plan worked it would be worth it.
Emmett looked down at the cute girl sucking on his stopcock in disbelief. He 'd retrieve about her a few fourth dimension since the former night when she let him roleplay with her kitty-cat, but never thought she 'd actually come back again, let alone offer to suck him off. `` Can I see you defenseless '', he asked, deciding to see how far he could push it.
Connie thought about it for a second and figuring that it might get him off quicker she let go of his prick and stripped off her shirt and bra. `` You can look, but no touching '', she explained, setting the ground normal, `` I said that I 'd give you a blowjob, but I 'm not going to fuck you for a case of beer. ``
The flavor on her expression as she lowered her short and panties made it shed light on that she was serious. At to the lowest degree he was going to see her sweet little body, and it was sweet-smelling. Her tits were a minuscule diminished for his taste but her freshly shaved pussy was something he 'd never seen before. He sat on the edge of the bed and laid back. He guided her onto the bed beside him so he could look at her hot little cunt while she sucked his cock. He really wanted to touch it, but she 'd been pretty adamant that it was off limits.
She took his rancid prick back into her back talk thought process at least this way her head was n't hitting his belly. She brought her hand up and fondled his balls as she fucked him with her mouth and within a few minutes he was groaning and raising his hips to meet her lips. She knew that he was close and she sucked him harder and faster until he stiffened beside her and shot his loading into her rima oris. She had been make for him to cum in her sassing, but she was not ready for the taste of it. Where Ian 's cum had been sweet and a little salty, Emmett 's midst sauce was acrid and foul tasting making her gag a trivial as she tried to accept it down. She managed to get down it all without throwing up and rolled off of the bed. Still naked she almost ran to the kitchen to find something to wash the gustatory perception out of mouth, in his fridge all she found was beer so she grabbed a can and come out the top. She took a gravid draught and discovered that she did n't like the tasting of beer, but it was better than the old illegitimate cum.
He laid on the bed watching her flair to the kitchen with amusement. He laughed as she swigged down the beer and the face she made as she did so. Rolling out of bed he grabbed his clothes and started to get dressed, leering at her naked organic structure as she did the Saame. `` Do you want to wait here while I go get your beer ? ``
She thought for a moment before suggesting that she would come in the morning to pick it up. She would have time after her female parent left for work and before he father would be out of bed.
He told her that would be okay, and to just fare in and get it out of the fridge.
She finished her beer, still able to taste his nasty cum, before heading out the door. As she rode home she could n't think that she had just sucked two prick, and how unlike they had been from each former. It will be worth it she thought to herself as she parked her bike beside the car port and braced herself for whatever waited inside. As usual, her father was in the living room watching TV with a push-down storage of abandon beer cans on the coffee table while her female parent was making dinner.
Dinner was tense, as it usually was when her father was booze. nobody knew what would set him off, just that it was more probable than not going to fall out. After dinner Connie and Bobby retreated to their elbow room, it was safe that way.
Then it happened. Connie had walked through the life room and passed in front of the TV on her way to the kitchen. As she did so her don reached up and grabbed her ass, `` damnit baby girl with that ass maybe I should fuck you tonight instead of that adulteress in the kitchen. ``
She pulled away from him just as her mother rounded the corner, fire in her eyes. `` Robert you son of a bitch, if you touch her I will bolt down you myself '', her mother swore as she raised her clenched fist and slammed it into her husband 's face.
'' Mom stoppage '', Connie screamed but it was too belated, the blow had already landed and her father was staring at the spot of blood that he 's just wiped from beneath his nose.
Rage twisted his face into a smell that Connie always figured the Lucifer would expect like, if there was such a being. In a flash he was up off the put grabbing his wife by the throat with one hand and reaching back with the other.
'' Connie, get to your elbow room '', her mother cried, knowing what was coming. His clenched fist crashed into her skull leaving her dazed. It was the first of many reversal that she 'd receive that night and by the metre he got tired of hitting her she was lying on the floor bruised and bloody.
Connie had run from the room to Bobby 's where they rode out the violent storm. As she listened to her father beating the horseshit out of their mother she whispered to Bobby, `` This is the last time. ``
He looked up to his sister and wished that he could consider her.
The next morning Connie told her mother that she was n't feeling well and asked if she could stay home from school.
'' Just keep on out of your Father-God hair '', she warned her daughter believing that if Connie was asking to stay home she must really not feel good. Connie was a straight A bookman who never missed schoolhouse. Deep down she figured that Connie looked at school as a way to get away from their fucked up home. She was largely correct.
Connie went back to her elbow room and waited for her female parent to get out. After she heard the doorway close and the car pull out of the driveway she hurriedly got dressed and snuck out of the star sign. When she got to Emmett 's she knocked and when he did n't suffice she let herself in. Emmett lay snoring on the bed in his life room, completely naked. His niggling nub of a dick nestled in the nappy plot of ground of whisker above his balls. She snuck into the kitchen and retrieved the case of Busch from the fridge. At least he kept his word, she 'd partly suspected that he wouldn't.
She brought the beer home and put it in the fridge for her don to find then returned to her room. While she waited for him to arouse up and initiate imbibing she slipped off her short circuit and put on a sloppy sleep shirt. She looked in the mirror and smiled. The shirt barely went past her ass and when she bent forward she could clearly see her braless tits. `` This should do it '', she smiled to herself. A while later she heard her Father-God inspiration and soon after the crack of an chess opening beer can.
A span hours and several beers later Connie knew that it was time. Nervously she walked out into the living room and flopped down into the chairperson across from her forefather. She was well aware that he could see her panties under the nighttime shirt and more than once she caught him staring at the infinite between her slightly propagate thighs. When he finished the beer that he was drinking she offered to get him another. She got one from the refrigerator, noticing that various were already missing from the case. She smiled and brought him the fresh can. When she handed it to him she made sure to turn far enough that he got a good look down her shirt. She could see the hump growing in his white brief and it looked pretty big. He was now openly staring at her when she sat back down.
When he finished that beer she got him another, again giving him a good look down her shirt. This fourth dimension he reached up and grabbed her tit through shirt. It 's time she thought as she slapped his hand away. `` Do n't you fucking tinct me you fucking drunk '', she swore at him getting ready to run. She saw the madness building in him and she pressed on. `` What are you some kind of pervert getting all horny over your girl ! delay until I tell Mom that you grabbed my bosom ! ``
That did it, he started to push himself up off the couch and she ran to her bedroom, locking the door behind her. She knew it would n't check him but it gave her time to hit record on the little camera she 'd borrowed from Ian. Just as she jumped into her bed he began banging on her room access and yelling at her to spread up.
'' nookie you '', she yelled back at him, `` I 'm not letting some drunk perv feel me up ! ``
Pieces of the break away doorway jamb flew across the elbow room as he crashed through. He was on her in a second ripping the night shirt off her soundbox while slapping her intemperately across the face. `` You fucking lilliputian tease '', he screamed at her and slapped her across her entrust breast, `` you 're nothing but a piffling working girl just like your mother ! ``
Her cheek and breast burned where he 'd slapped them and even though she 'd planned for this to happen, she was genuinely scared. `` Dad, stop '', she pleaded as her tears welled up in her eyes. She knew he would n't, she 'd pushed him too far.
He grabbed a fistful of her brown hair with one hand while yanking down has underwear with the other, `` Suck it slut '', he ordered as he pulled her aspect towards his genitalia, `` If I feel any teeth I swear to God that I 'll strike hard everyone of them out of your hurt ass oral cavity ! ``
She looked at his angry dick with fear, it was even gravid than Ian 's and much thicker, and she clamped her mouth shut.
He slapped her again with a dorsum hand across the lip, `` give up you fucking cunt. ``
This time she let him go in her mouth and he slammed his prick down her throat making her gag for air. Using her hair to defend her head still he fucked his daughter face. She gagged constantly, covering his throbbing rod with spit. Finally after a couple of minutes he pulled out of her mouth and as she gasped for air he pushed her back on the bed. His large calloused paw snaked under the genitalia of her panties and he ripped them off. He gawked at her hairless slit, `` Is that what all the boy at shoal like ? '' He rubbed his finger's breadth roughly up and down her pussy, `` I have to admit it 's sexy as hell, maybe I will have your twat of a mother plane her nasty old twat too ! ``
'' Dad, please do n't '', Connie cried as she watched him line up his huge gumshoe with her virgin muddle. Her cries fell on deaf ear as he pushed the school principal into her, stretching her hatchway painfully.
'' red cent you 're tight, those school boys must have little cock '', he told her, `` but do n't you worry, you 're going to feel what a man 's stopcock feels like. ``
'' Dad stop please '', she cried again, `` I 'm still a virgin and you 're hurting me ! ``
'' Virgin my ass, you 're just a dwell slut just like your fucking mother '', he grunted and pushed more of his nitty-gritty into her until he reached her hymen. `` God tinker's dam, you are a Virgo are n't you ! '' He pulled all but the headway of his prick out of her tortured canal.
For just a here and now Connie thought that he might actually stop, but only for a mo as he grabbed her rosehip and thrust himself into her completely. She screamed as her cherry red was shredded by his invading prick. It felt like one of Bobby 's baseball bats had been forced into her.
'' wellspring, that takes care of that '', he laughed as he began to slowly roll in the hay his girl 's hurting cunt. He looked down to see the red color juices on his shaft and it drove his lecherousness to new heights. He slid his hands under her boney knee and pushed them up against her chest, allowing him to steep even deeper into her unmapped dominion. shit her kitty was mingy, hell this might just be the best pussycat he 'd ever eff.
Connie cried as her father 's log seemed to split her in half with every thrust. She 'd known that it was going to hurt, but not like this. Eventually her battered pussy began to reply and furnish enough lubrication to have it not hurt as bad, in fact, if it had been under different fate it might have actually started to palpate sound to take in a man 's stopcock pumping into her. Each prison term it seemed that she was adjusting to the gait and force of his piece of tail he seemed to step up both and soon he was slamming his prick into her ferociously, she could palpate and pick up his orotund sack bouncing off her bunghole each fourth dimension he drove his cock home.
After what seemed similar time of day of him pounding her pussy and calling her every kind of bawd she felt him stiffen and with one brutal push he buried his cock into her. She could sense it twitching inside her battered pussy as his hot cum exploded into her. She 'd planned it so that this would befall only a day after her period so she was n't belike to get meaning, but still, the smell of her father cumming interior of her was passing gross. After a minute or so he pulled his deflating cock out of her sloppy hole. She thought to herself, give thanks God it was over. She was wrong again.
Looking down at the daughter that he 'd just get laid Robert McCowen knew that he was going to possess her again. He climbed off of her and went to her W.C.. He found her garden pink Dame Alice Ellen Terry cloth bathrobe and pulled the belt from its closed circuit. Before she could cypher out what he was doing he had her deal tied to the bedposts. `` I need a beer '', he told her, `` we ai n't done, so do n't go anywhere. ``
She struggled hopelessly against her binds and hissed threw her clenched teeth, `` You better not tinct me again you fucking bastard. ``
'' Or what, slit '', he laughed, `` now that I 've had a taste of that sweet little pussy, we 're going to be spending a lot of time together. '' He left her struggling and cursing him as he strutted naked through the sign of the zodiac to get himself another drink.
Connie finally gave up trying to get at large and lay there crying, `` What have I done '', she asked herself. She could find something leaking from her aching pussy. Rolling onto her side he brought he legs up far enough that she could see it. The thick cum that was oozing from between her swollen red rim had a pinkish tint to it. Remembering the camera that was still silently recording her ordeal she aimed her slit at its hiding place and spread her wooden leg wide. With any luck it 's high definition lens would be able to see her father 's incestuous deposit dripping from her.
After about an minute and a couple more beers her Father 's still naked form once again come along in her doorway. He carried a fresh beer in one helping hand and a what appeared to be a small toothpaste subway in the early. `` Miss me yet '', he laughed as he saw the fear and ira return to his daughter 's font. It looked so cute on her and it turned him on. His semi punishing dick twitched and began to fill up with blood.
'' Do n't come near me you fucking perv '', she swore, struggling against her cover with renewed energy.
He chuckled and set his beer and the tube on the window sill before grabbing her fuzz again. `` Remember, no fucking teeth or you 'll be gumming my cock for the rest of your despicable sprightliness '', he warned as he lined his swelling prick up with her mouth.
Again she resisted and kept her sass tightly shut. This exclusively earned her a span more slap across the cheek until she weakly opened her sass and accepted his cock. She could taste the dried cadaver of their earlier fucking on his meat, a strange flavor that must 've been her slit along with the metal taste of dried blood.
'' Suck it '', he growled as he guided her font up and down his solidifying putz. `` For a stupid cyprian, you 're not very right at this. '' He continued to have it away her face, the tears that streamed down her pretty lilliputian case making him arduous than her mouth was. She 'll larn though, he thought, she was going to get a lot of practice if she was going to be his new bitch. Once he was dear and hard he pulled out of her back talk and told her to roam onto her genu. When she refused, as he 'd almost care that she would, he punched her in the belly. Her body curled up in pain and he grabbed her by the shank and put her into the billet that he wanted. He reached across her shaking body and grabbed the tube of lubricant from the windowpane sill. He squeezed out a large dollop onto his cock and rubbed it in.
Connie could n't see what her father was up to but felt him climb up behind her overturned ass. She 'd seen him do this to her mother and she knew what doggie style was so she braced herself to having her already sore slit violated again. At to the lowest degree she would n't throw to count at him as he raped her for the endorse fourth dimension. She felt the unworthy header of his pecker jam against her, but he as too high to get into her kitty. Too late she realized that he was n't aiming for that fix. She screamed as searing painful sensation ripped through her when he pushed his solid eight inches into her unsuspecting bunghole.
He grabbed her hips firmly as his prick bottomed out in his girl incredibly tight ass. It was even better than her pussy, he thought as he began to roll in the hay her difficult. He pumped into her a few metre before letting go with one hand just long enough to deliver a punishing slap to her business firm piddling ass.
The pain of her ass being stretched by his thick hammer was nearly unbearable and just as she thought that it could n't get worse, the slapping started. He would pump into her a few multiplication and then let go with one hand or the other just long enough to smack her ass. Sometimes he 'd just let go for a 2d and joke as she 'd tense up in prediction and then grab on again. Soon her ass felt as if she 'd sat on a fire ant hill, just the flavour of his gut slamming against her face brought new bother.
He rode her like that for a patch, loving the view of his shaft sliding in and out of her stretched out asshole between her fiery red nerve. This was turning out to be the best day that he 'd had in a while. The wife bought him beer before she left for body of work, probably to make up for hitting him last nighttime and making him amaze her again, and now he was balls deep in his daughters ass.
Connie felt him commit out of her ass, the cool down air that swept into her gaping hole actually felt good. She felt herself being lifted off of her knees and turned over onto her back. She watched as he lifted her by the ankles with one hand and he shoved a couple of pillows under her ass. Her relief was short lived as he pushed his cock back into her mother fucker once again. At least he could n't slap her ass from this position. In repugnance she watched his bridge player raise again, this time to fare crashing down on her justly tit. It bounced from side to side with the force of the slap and she thought that she might overstep out from the pain.
Robert was enjoying himself immensely, he really was a savage by-blow and he knew it. Inflicting pain had always been nearly as gratifying as fucking. He watched his daughter wince every time he bottomed out in her hot cockeyed piddling ass, the tears that flowed down her grimace driving him onward. He slapped her nipple again and again, relishing in her screams. He soon felt the familiar boiling point in his nut case and knew he was about to fill her tender ass with his cum. He leaned over her shaking form and latched onto her left tit with his mouth. As his body tensed up with his climax he bit down on her fleshy globe. As she screamed he began to pump his load into her colon.
He climbed off of her battered body, pulling his softening prick out of her stretched out ass, a glob of his cum pulled out with it. He took a sip of his beer looking down at his sobbing daughter before climbing off of the bed. Roughly he untied he hands and grabbed her by the look, `` get this quite a little cleaned up before your female parent get 's house, and hold a fucking cascade, you smell like a unused fucked whore. ``
She nodded weakly, too beaten down for defiance.
'' And do n't even think about opening your mouth to anybody about this if you know what 's proficient for you '', he threatened as he walked out of the room.
She got up on precarious leg and went to the shower. She just stood there under the scalding hot water for a while and cried. Finally she cleaned herself up and got out. Back in her room she stood in figurehead of the mirror staring at the bruises on her tit and the large bite mark before starting to get decorate. Her tits offend too much for a bra so she just slipped on a T-shirt over her panties and lax fitting trunks. She pulled the soiled sheets from her bed and give them into her water closet. Daring to venture out into the kitchen she found her Church Father passed out and snoring on the couch, at to the lowest degree he 'd put some drawers on. Forgetting about the coke that she 'd come out for, she raced back to her way and connected the small photographic camera to her laptop. It seemed to take away forever to transfer the large recording onto a flash cause and she watched nervously for any movement from the other way. Finally the dialog box told her that the transfer was complete and she ejected the drive before hiding the television camera in her draftsman.
With the flash drive tucked safely in her pocket next to her cellular phone speech sound she snuck out the window, not daring to try the presence room access. She rode her bike a couple of mil up to the little strip promenade in town and dropped it to the ground behind the drug entrepot. She took out her cellular telephone speech sound and dialed the police. When the starter answered she broke down in tears and explained that she 'd been raped.
The police force and an ambulance showed up a few mo later and she was taken to the infirmary and then to the constabulary station. Her father was already there in a holding cell and she hoped that he 'd resisted.
The tribulation was a quick one, her male parent 's public defender attempted to claim that she 'd set off it but the evidence from the rape kit, the all-fired tabloid from her closet told a different story. The judge watched the TV in his chambers when the DA explained what was on it. When he came back into the court, all he said was that it had made him physically ill to check it and that it could not be displayed in the court. He did allow the panel to view it privately, the looks that they shot Robert McCowen when they returned said it all. The jury deliberated for just ten bit and unanimously found him guilty. At the sentencing Connie asked to verbalise to her begetter one end sentence and the judge allowed it. The courtroom was stunned into silence as she walked up to her shackled male parent and got right in his face. `` I hope you get ass fucked by every man in there, I hope that they fuck you to death, and then do it one to a greater extent sentence for thoroughly measure. ``
He was sentenced to fifteen eld for two counts of sexually assaulting a minor, two tally of battery, and one count of resisting arrest.
Two years later she was informed that he 'd been found dead in his cell. The cop that came to tell her had been at the lead. He smiled at her and said, `` You got your wish. ''
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