Lesbian runaway

CHAPTER THREE

"The trouble with you, Kelly, is that you ain't never had a real man!"

"Is that what you call yourself?" she asked scornfully. "A real man?!"

"That's what I am, all right – and I aim to prove it to you!"

"You better keep away from me, you…"

"Or else what?" Dan Waxer challenged. "What are you gonna do?!"

"I-I'll tell Mom."

"So what? I'll just tell her that you came on to me, and got mad when I wouldn't give you a tumble!"

"Nobody would ever believe that lie!"

"Sure they would – where a little pervert like you is involved!"

He reached for her.

Kelly hopped up off the cot, looking like a cornered animal.

As indeed she was…

"Come here, you little Kelly girl… I ain't gonna hurt you!"

He bulked between her and the stairs, and escape. If only she could get past him – Kelly tried to dart by him, but he caught her up in his arms. "Hah! Got you!"

"Let – me – go!"

"Not till I'm done with you!"

He lifted her bodily and carried her to the cot and dumped her on it.

Kelly fell on her back on the cot, her face red from the struggle, her eyes wide with fear, her bosom heaving as she panted.

Dan Waxer said, "You and me, girl, we ain't never been close like a daddy and daughter should be! But I'll fix that now!"

"Thank God you're not my father, you pig!"

"Pig, am I? What are you? A little dyke pervert, a pussy eater!"

"You're disgusting!"

"Hah! That's a laugh, coming from you!"

Dan Waxer loomed over her: "Well, Kelly, I got the cure for dykes, right here between my legs!"

He grabbed his crotch and mockingly squeezed it.

"After you've had some of this, you won't ever go back to girls again!"

"You're drunk!"

"Come on, honey, and give me a little kiss!" Kelly rose up. He grabbed her by the wrists and forced her down.

"You're hurting me!" she moaned.

"A little hurt is just what you need, bitch!"

Kelly squirmed. Drunk though he was, he was a strong man.

He bent her back over the cot and pinned her down, his hands holding her wrists. His lips were obscenely puckered up.

His leering red face loomed up close – closer.

Then his lips crushed hers in a brutal kiss.

His three-day beard stubble rasped painfully against the soft skin of her face. His tongue probed, but she kept her mouth closed.

He pressed her lips hard, numbing them and bruising them.

The reek of alcohol fumes coming from his sewer of a mouth was stomach-churning.

"Ow!!!"

Dan Waxer roared in pain and indignation, pulling back his mouth from hers.

Kelly had just bit him on the lip, drawing blood.

Holding her down, he raised his hand to his mouth and wonderingly touched it.

He rubbed some blood on his finger, stared at it in disbelief.

"Oh, so you want to play rough, do you, bitch?!"

He slammed Kelly with a vicious open-handed slap.

The crack of the slap echoed loudly in the confined space of the attic.

It was followed by Kelly's cry of pain.

Her head rolled with the impact of the blow. Her cheek was numb where struck. The blow dazed her, made her see stars.

"You like that?! Here, bitch, have some more!"

He slapped the other side of her face even harder.

"No, don't…" Kelly moaned.

She lifted her hands in front of her face to protect it. He brushed the hands aside and slapped her a few more times.

When he stopped, Kelly was dazed and confused.

Both sides of her face bore ugly red marks, imprints of the hard hands which bad slammed her with open palms.

Her flesh was numb at the points of impact, and burning on the edges.

Her eyes were glassy and out of focus. Her lips were puffy from being hit, and a warm trickle of blood oozed down the corner of her mouth.

"No more," she moaned, "no more!"

"Looks like you changed your tune!"

Dan Waxer grabbed a fistful of her blonde hair and tugged it by the roots, jerking her head up off the cot mattress.

Kelly squealed, moaning from the pain.

Her teeth rattled when Dan Waxer gave her head a vicious shaking.

"Not so high and mighty now, are you? Eh?"

He pushed her back down on the bed.

Dazed, Kelly lay there, moaning, weak.

"You're a skinny little slut," Dan Waxer said, "hit not half-bad looking for all of that! So let's have a look at you!"

He grabbed a double fistful of her shirt.

Kelly wailed, "Don't…"

"Shut up! I'll give the orders around here! And you'll take them!"

He tore open her thin shirt, shredding it, ripping it open along the seams. His eyes glittered at the glimpse of bare pink skin.

"Let's see what you been hiding away like they were the crown jewels!"

He shredded her shirt to scraps in his big hands, pulling the scraps off her, so that she was stripped naked above the waist.

The shirt fragments were tossed down to the floor.

Kelly's bare breasts were exposed.

Dan Waxer stared hungrily at the perfectly formed mounds of pink-nippled flesh.

Groaning, Kelly tried to cover her nudity, crossing her anus over her chest to cover her breasts, her tender nipples.

"None of that, now!"

Dan Waxer took hold of her wrists and pulled her arms off her chest, pinning her hands down on the mattress of the cot.

"I want to sec what you got! Hmmmm – not bad!"

Pinning her arms, he lowered his head to her heaving bosom.

Kelly groaned with revulsion as he nuzzled her breasts, slobbering over them.

His raspy beard scraped her soft flesh, irritating it incredibly.

He held both her wrists in one of his hand, using the other to grope her.

"You got small titties," he said, "but I guess they'll have to do!"

He took hold of one of her breasts and squeezed it, rough fingers digging deep into the soft flesh.

He pinched the nipple, viciously, while Kelly's legs kicked and thrashed.

He gave it a final vicious twist that forced a cry from her.

The abused nipple stood angry, erect, swollen to twice the normal stiff size.

Contemptuously sneering, he shoved his face against the breast and wrapped his open devouring mouth on her breast.

He took not just the nipple but the entire breast into his mouth.

His wide mouth stretched at the corners as he stuffed her bosom flesh into it.

He sucked, slurped, chewed, and worried her breast.

Kelly wished and prayed she could pass out – she could not.

Finally he came up for air. Her breast flopped from his mouth. It was red and soaked with his spit.

"Please don't, please!" she gasped.

He gave her a little slap.

"Shut up, bitch! I've taken all I'm gonna take from the likes of you! Now it's my turn to dish it out – while you take it, and like it!"

He looked down at her denim-clad crotch.

"I want to see your little cunt! The one that dyke teacher goes down on!"

His drunken fingers fumbled clumsily with the catch of her jeans.

Kelly was afraid to fight, afraid of his hard, hurting hands.

He popped open the top of her jeans. Its zipper made a metallic sound when he pulled it down, exposing white panties.

He took hold of her jeans and tugged them down off her hips, down her taut pink thighs and shapely calves.

He tossed aside the jeans, and now Kelly wore only her brief panties.

"Yeah – yeah, you ain't bad at all!"

Her panties he did not take down, but instead tore off her hips, tearing them open at the sides of her hips.

Those thin, fragile flaps of white fabric easily ripped open and were pulled off her, leaving her stark naked.

Kelly groaned.

"Well! Well, well, well!"

He leered down at her naked body, slim, pale pink, lithe, young.

"Now I'm gonna show you who's boss!"

When he stood up, his pants bulged hugely at the crotch.

He was drunk, yet cunning, and watched carefully for any sign that Kelly might try to escape and dart past him.

"Look what I got for you, you little Kelly gal!"

He fingered and fondled his stiff penis through his pants. He fumbled them open. The baggy slacks slipped down his wide hips.

He wore a pair of old, stained, soiled boxer shorts which he hadn't changed for over a week. His erection lifted their front.

Through their open flyhole could be seen the fat red rod of his cock.

He tugged down his shorts.

His cock head got caught by the rim on the elastic waistband of the shorts pulling it down before it snapped free.

As if mounted on a spring, his cock leaped up a-quivering.

He took hold of Kelly's head and turned it to the side, facing him.

"I said, take a look at what I got for you, bitch!"

Kelly flinched when she caught sight of the rod.

Rising red and stiff from his oversized hips, the rod was a fat uncircumcised cock, thick and long, over a pair of hairy balls.

He took hold of it and mockingly shook it for her.

"After you've had some of this, your dyke days will be done!"

"No!"

"Now, get off that bed!"

He took hold of her wrist and dragged her from the bed.

Kelly, weak and will-less, toppled off the cot, spilling in a tangle of long legs on the floor, falling with a thud.

She crouched with her long legs extended under her, her pink body glowing in the dimness of the attic gloom.

She pressed her palms to the floor, raising her upper body.

The huge hulking bulk of her step-father stood between her and the light, his shadow falling on her cowering naked form.

His stiff cock twitching over her.

He took a fistful of her hair, wrapping blonde strands around his hand.

Kelly squealed as he jerked her head up level with his crotch.

"You know what you're gonna do now, cunt?! You're gonna kiss my cock!"

"Oh!"

He gripped his penis below the rim of the head, peeling back the foreskin to expose the red, bullet-shaped head.

"Come on – kiss it!"

"Please let me go!"

"Or maybe you need some more roughing up, eh?"

"No! No… don't hit me any more."

"You'll do like I tell you."

"Yes," she sobbed.

"Then kiss it – like you mean it!"

He pressed the cock head against her lips.

Fighting to keep from being sick, Kelly puckered up her lips, pressing them out as far from her face as possible.

He pressed the cock head hard against her mouth.

"Kiss harder! Use the inside of your mouth – smooch it!"

She closed her eyes while performing the degrading task.

"Now, kiss my balls, you cunt!"

He gripped his cock, holding it upright while forcing her head lower so she could kiss his swollen balls.

The unwashed reek pouring out from between his legs was sick-making, and Kelly's stomach heaved internally in revolt.

His balls were fat and swollen, with the left testicle much larger than the right, which indeed seemed a bit shrunken.

The smell pouring off his flesh was almost a physical presence, its touch contaminating her fair flesh.

She pressed her lips to his balls and kissed them.

"Ummmmm, yeah! Now stick out your tongue and lick 'em!"

Kelly stuck her tongue out and obeyed the command.

Dan Waxer's big body quivered like a bowl of jelly as his balls were licked. Presently, they were coated with saliva.

"Keep licking," he said grimly. "I know this ain't a cunt, which you'd love, but your cunt-lapping days are done!"

"I'm gonna teach you how to be a woman – a real woman! So keep on licking, lick your way up my cock!"

His cock was close to eight inches long, and very thick.

It was red with fat purple veins wrapped around its shaft like constricting snakes. It throbbed heavily.

Saliva smeared on Kelly's face as she was forced to lick the cock.

Now her lips were back up at the seething cock head.

"You know what you're gonna do now, cunt? You're gonna take my cock in your mouth and suck it!"

"Please don't make me do this! I – oh, please don't!"

"That's enough talking from you!"

Scowling, Dan Waxer raised his hand, making as if to strike her.

Kelly gasped, cringing, but could not cower much, since he still held her by the hair, holding her head in place.

"Don't hurt me!" she cried quickly. "I'll do it!"

"Damn right you will! Now, open up!"

He took hold of his cock and pressed its head to her mouth and stuffed it in.

"I got better uses than talking for that mouth of yours!"

The penis was inserted in the cowering victim's mouth.

It thrust inward, stretching her mouth at the corners, squashing her tongue under its throbbing weight, sliding to the back of her mouth.

It filled her open throat with its head.

Kelly choked and gasped.

"I'm gonna fuck that sassy mouth of yours! All that time you were eating cunt, what you really needed was a big fat cock!"

He started lunging his hips forward and drawing them back, pumping his hot rod in and out of Kelly's mouth.

"Suck it, cunt! Work that tongue!"

It was hard for Kelly to move her tongue, since it was pressed flat by his stiff cock, but she managed to squirm it around.

He fucked her face, pumping his cock in and out.

When he pushed inward, he jammed the cock head down into her throat.

Each stroke of his cock across her lips and tongue heated the member hotter.

It glowed red and steaming, shining with her saliva.

"I'm gonna unload," Dan Waxer moaned.

His big beer belly slopped over his stiff cock, a mass of jellied flesh which rippled and jiggled as he pumped.

His gut was soft, but there was no softness in the rod of his cock as it raped the mouth of his step-daughter.

Once, he pulled back too excitedly, and his cock flopped free, of her lips.

The red rod jumped and twitched in front of her face, dripping with saliva.

"You stupid cunt…"

He caught hold of his jerking cock and twisted her hair, hard.

"Owww!"

He stuffed his bock back in Kelly's moaning mouth, deep.

He resumed fucking her mouth. This time, he held her hair tightly, on a tight rein as it were, so his cock would not come free.

He pumped back and forth with feverish enthusiasm.

"I'm – uh! – gonna come!"

He took hold of his cock at the base, then threw some more tight strokes into her mouth, fast ones which heated him to the melting point.

Kelly felt his cock twitching over her lips and tongue.

Suddenly, he pulled out altogether.

He pulled his cock out of her mouth and held it over her surprised face.

And came all over it.

Strands of loopy semen shot out from the cock head, spurting on the face of the stunned, shocked, revolted teen.

Even as he shook from the force of his orgasm, vicious Dan Waxer was careful to hold Kelly's head in place.

His cock he held in place too, and shot all over her face.

Come fell on Kelly's forehead, cheeks, eyes, nose, mouth, chin.

Gooey, milky white, thick, it slid down her face and spattered on the worn and dusty floorboards.

Dan Waxer shook and shuddered from the force of his orgasm.

His hand pumped his spurting penis, squeezing milky drops on Kelly's face.

"Whew!"

His cock was still stiff, after coming.

"Weren't expecting that one, were you? Haw haw haw! Man, you sure look stupid with all that come running down your face!"

He pulled her by the hair, forcing her to rise.

"Get up, cunt!"

"I'm getting up! Please don't hurt me!"

"And get your ass on that bed! I ain't done with you – why, I ain't even started yet!"