Farm Girl (18+)

Farm Girl- Six(Part Two)

It was a strange feeling inside there. It filled my windpipe and gave off strange sensations as he started to f**k his c**k up and into me with force. I guess to his c**k, my throat was just another tight tunnel for it to use.

He started to mumble something under his breath as his moans increased. I was beginning to panic. Though he was f*****g his c**k in and out of my throat, it barely got high enough to clear my windpipe for me to breathe. I had never experienced anything like this before. Even though my nose was clear, and I could breathe through my mouth around his c**k, my throat itself was blocked up, not allowing any air to pass by the fat meaty plug.

My only previous experience with deep throating had been in the midst of an orgasm, and had been much less short-lived than this. I tried desperately to drag myself away from him, but his hands on my head were too strong, and my hands were still tightly bound behind my back.

Luckily, in a few more seconds, he pulled out, holding his c**k inches from me as it spurted and sprayed white c*m into my face. I took great gasping breaths of sweet cool air, and my body shuddered in relief.

After a few minutes waiting for him to recuperate, he pushed me down again. My lips slid down over his c**k and I began sucking on him again. In minutes, he was hard again. He pulled me up by the hair, ignoring my cry of pain, and bent me forward across his desk. I felt his hard c**k probing against my crotch, and seconds later he entered me.

He f****d into me for several minutes with furious strokes, his wet rod siding in and out of my channel enthusiastically. His hands went around under my chest and began squeezing and milking my sore t**s. His hips slammed against my open groin as he thundered to another orgasm.

He let me go after a couple of days in the cell for the marks to disappear. My parents were furious with me. All they knew was that I had been arrested during a drug sweep in some pushers' home. I didn’t tell them anything about what had happened to me because I was afraid of what the Sheriff would do if I did. I told them that I had just gone to a classmates' home for the afternoon and just happened to be there when the cops came.

My mom was sympathetic. She never seemed to get mad at anyone, being a very timid, shy kind of person. My Dad didn’t believe me though. He yelled and lectured at me all the way home. When we got there, I was banished to my room. That was OK though. I was glad to finally be back in my room and safe from the Sheriff. My room seemed like heaven after that dank, dirty cell. The first thing I did was take a shower.

I let the hot water stream down around me for long minutes, soaping up and washing off several times to clean off all the accumulated sweat and grime. To my surprise, none of the marks the crop had made were still really visible. There were a couple of very thin lines that you could see if you looked for them, but even they were fading and would soon be completely gone.

I lay on my bed leafing through some of my homework my teacher had sent over, and wondering idly what I would do for c**k now that the Spinozzos were gone. I didn’t really want to go back to the dogs. I had found that man c**k was much, much better.

Later that night, my Dad came through the door. He glared down at me and I braced for more lecturing. He lit into me, accusing me of using drugs, then of selling them. He wouldn’t believe my story. Finally, he jerked his open hand across his chest in the gesture he used to let everyone know.

"That's it."

He grabbed my arm and yanked me to my feet, then started pulling his belt out of the pant loops. My eyes widened in shock and dismay. After that horrible beating by the Sheriff, the last thing I’d thought of was that I’d get another one at home. My heart started racing, and I could feel the now-familiar feeling of dread creeping up on me.

“Raise your skirt.” he ordered, just like he used to do. I started becoming angry and frustrated.

I didn’t deserve a whipping for what I did!

Well, actually I did, but the sheriff had more than taken care of that. Besides my whippings, spankings really, were always through my pants, or at least panties if I was wearing a skirt. I was only wearing my little t-shirt nightie, with nothing underneath, and I said so.

“I’m not wearing anything underneath!” I protested.

He eyed me nastily.

“I’m your father girl!” he shouted. “You think you got something I ain’t seen before? Get down on the bed and raise it before I lose my temper with you!”

“But Daddeeee!” I wailed.

He reached down and grabbed the hem of my nightie and yanked it upward. In one quick motion he jerked it up all the way to my armpits and then over my head, then he turned me around and shoved me down across the bed.

I was facing down over the bottom corner of my mattress, my ass was right on the corner and both my spread legs hung over the mattress on either side of the corner. I pushed my face deep into the covers, mortified that my Dad was looking at my naked ass and p***y.

Swish… CRACK!

I gasped as the belt smacked down against my upturned ass cheeks. It didn’t hurt anything like the riding crop, but it still hurt like hell.

Swish… CRACK!

My buttocks tingled in shock and pain.

Swish… CRACK!

Swish… CRACK!

Swish… CRACK!

The pain exploded across my ass over and over as my father brought the belt down against the tender flesh. I was determined not to cry out, but soon I was sobbing and shining as the belt slammed my crotch down against the bed repeatedly. My fists were clenched tightly in the covers. I was sobbing uncontrollably and crying out with each new blow.

When it stopped, I crawled my way up the bed as he stood there at the foot of my bed, breathing heavily.

“Maybe that’ll teach you, Becky,” he gasped.

“I didn’t do anything!” I shrieked. I was still face down.

He grabbed my hair in his fist and yanked me around, so I was on my back and partly upright. His face was inches away from mine.

“We searched your room after the sheriff told us about the drugs, girl!” he growled. “Want to know what we found?”

I gasped in shock and fear, trying to pull away from him. My arms came up belatedly to cover my naked breast and groin. He twisted my head up and back by the hair. “What kind of girl are you anyway?!”

"I don’t even know what that stuff was! I found it!” I cried. He just looked at me angrily. His mouth was a flat red line, and his eyes glared down at me through angry slits.

I reddened and my voice stuttered insensibly as I tried to come up with a believable lie about what I was doing with all those dildos and vibrators and stuff. What could I possibly say!?

I saw his eyes go off my face, sliding down to my breasts and their small pink n*****s.

“I bet you’ve screwed half the boys at school, haven’t you?” he whispered evilly.

I shook my head frantically.

“You’re a w***e aren’t you!?” he shouted.

“No! I haven’t! I haven’t!” I sobbed.

“You lying little slut!” he cursed. “The sheriff told us you were half naked when his deputies went into that place!”

I was kneeling on the bed, my feet beneath my butt. He jerked my head up and back, making my legs shoot out sideways automatically as they sought to relieve the weight and pain on my hair. His hand jammed into my crotch. His fingers dug into my slit, shoving my cuntlips aside and forcing their way inside me. He dug two long fingers up into my slit as I jerked helplessly in his grasp.

“Where's your cherry? Huh?! Where is it?!” he yelled.

He pulled his fingers out of me and rubbed them against my face. “You sure ain’t no God damned virgin, that's for sure!” He pushed me so I fell on my back, and then he stood up. He was eyeing my body and breathing heavily. “My sweet little girl,” he ground through gritted teeth.

“Sweet little miss innocent, f*****g every boy she can find and stuffing dildos up her hot little cunt when she can’t find them!”

I cringed back, trying to yank the covers over my naked body. Then his hand whistled through the air and cracked against the side of my face. “You w***e!” he yelled.

He jumped down on top of me, his heavy body crushing me into the mattress. His hands came down around my throat and tightened so I couldn’t breathe.

“w***e! w***e! w***e!” He sobbed.

My hands were clawing at his fingers as they squeezed my throat. My eyes felt like they were going to pop out, and my brain started to scream and blur. My eyes were starting to lose focus when he loosened his hold on my throat. I gasped in air and coughed as it hit my throat. After days of abuse, it was still sore, and now it even hurt my lungs to breathe.

I could dimly hear him sobbing and cursing me through the roaring in my ears and brain. I was spread out under him, my arms sprawled above my head. Then I felt his trembling hands reaching down to my chest. His fingers rubbed hesitantly around my n*****s. He reached down and undid his pants, pulling his c**k out. His breathing got heavier as he stroked himself, staring at my titties.

I didn’t see any of this. My eyes were still blurred and stared up at the ceiling. I was aware of what he was doing though. I felt his pants slide down and then the warmth and stickiness of his bare skin against my crotch. Something hard pushed insistently against my p***y and then poked itself inside.

I heard my father grunt with pleasure as his c**k sank down inside me. My cunt protested the dry, forced entrance, and the pain added to the dizziness I was still feeling. His mouth came down against mine and his lips mashed against me.

I didn’t even make any attempt to resist or protest. I just lay there spreadeagled under him as he f****d me. The bed creaked and jerked back and forth as his body jerked up and down. His hands were all over me. They ran up and down my chest and butt, squeezing and twisting my n*****s.

He was so much bigger than me, he blotted out my whole view of the room. All I could see was his chest and shoulders rising and falling a few inches above my face. His hands came down and cupped my ass cheeks, jerking me up against him on each stroke.

His chest hair rubbed against my face and my nose crinkled at the smell from his armpits only inches away. He grunted with each pump as his c**k f****d up and down in my sore, used cunt.

Finally, he gave a loud groan and squeezed my ass cheeks in his hands with an iron grip as his p***s spurted his hot c*m. It gushed down into my belly, the same sperm that had made me, the same sperm that had gone into my mother's cunt long ago. I hardly realized it when he staggered to his feet and left.