I didn’t see any of this. My eyes were still kind of 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 cuntal opening and then poked itself inside.
I heard my father grunt with pleasure as his cock sank down inside me. My cunt protested the dry, forced entrance, and the pain added to the dizziness I was feeling still. 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 fucked in and out of 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 bell, squeezing and twisting my breasts and nipples.
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 downstroke.
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 cock fucked up and down in my cunt slit.
Finally he gave a loud groan and squeezed my ass cheeks in his hands with an iron grip as his penis spewed forth his sperm. It gushed down into my belly, the same sperm that had made me, the same sperm that had gone into my mothers cunt long ago. I hardly realized it when he staggered to his feet and left.
I don’t know what happened in my Dad’s mind after that. He seemed to think of me differently afterwards. It wasn’t something anybody else noticed, but I sure did. It was in the way he looked at me whenever we were in the room together, the way he acted, the suspicion when I went out.
At first that was all it was. He seemed to be ashamed of what he had done that night, and maybe was a little afraid of me telling my mom. It was about a week before he did anything but look. Then he started casually brushing by me when I was downstairs, his hands brushing my behind or breasts accidentally.
He started kissing me goodnight on the lips instead of on the forehead or cheek. When he kissed me, he put his arm around me and sometimes his hand would slide down lightly over my behind.
Then about ten days after, I was doing the laundry in the basement. My Dad had followed me downstairs. He wandered over with a pair of overalls in his hands.
“Oh you doing your stuff now?” he queried. “I was gonna do these.”
“I’m finished. I’m just getting my stuff out of the washer now.” I answered without turning around.
Then I felt his hand at the small of my back. I started, but didn’t turn around. He rubbed my back lightly for a couple of seconds, and then moved his hand downward, slowly sliding it down over my buttocks and squeezing me. I pretended to ignore him, scooping my stuff out of the washer hurriedly. His hand rubbed my ass cheeks, then slid along to the crack between them and rubbed up and down between my cheeks.
His hand slid down and between my legs to rub my pussy through the jeans. I jerked around quickly, yanking his hand away.
“Daddy stop!” I demanded.
He just moved closer to me. He moved right up against me, backing me against the washer. His chest was inches from my face and he looked down at me with a yearning, hungry look on his face.
Then his mouth came down on mine and his hand moved around behind my head to hold it in place for his ravishing lips. His kiss was urgent, demanding. His right hand was roughly squeezing my breast as I fought for footing. His tongue shot past my lips. I could feel it rubbing insistently along my teeth and licking at my tongue.
My nails dug into his hand on my breast, trying to force it away. He jerked his hand away, then slapped me in the face.
“You little whore!” he shouted, examining the back of his hand.
“You think you’re too good for me now is that it!?”
He grabbed my arm and turned me around, shoving me hard against the sink. His hand grabbed my neck and forced me to bend down so my face was in the sink and my ass stuck out behind.
His hands tore open my jeans, almost ripping them off me. My feet left the ground and the hard edge of the sink dug into my belly as he tore them off my legs. Then I felt his crotch pressing against mine as he undid his zipper. Seconds later I felt the head of his hard cock poking into my ass cheeks.
“Stop it! Stop it!” I cried.
“Shut up you slut!” he cursed.
He shoved my face further down into the sink so my head was under the soapy water the washer was pouring out.
I felt him spreading my legs with his other hand. His cock poked at the entrance to my fuck box. He rammed his prong inside me as I struggled to force my head up to breath. The pain was terrible, but almost a distraction to me in my fight for air.
His prick was all the way into me before he let my head up again. I choked and sputtered as I gulped in air. His hands ripped my shirt open, then tore my bra in half. His fingers fastened around my hanging breasts, squeezing them tightly.
“You keep your mouth shut you little twat or I’ll fucking drown you! You hear?” he hissed.
His cock pounded furiously into my tight cunt hole. His hands opened and closed desperately around my meaty globes, squishing and twisting them. His hips slammed forward faster and faster, thrusting his cock in and out of me with powerful strokes.
My hips ground against the hard cement of the sink as he slammed me forward on each thrust. His cock ripped in and out of my slithole, rasping the soft skin like sandpaper. His mouth came down against my neck and bit deeply, bringing an uncontrollable cry of pain from my lips.
He shoved my head underwater again until I almost passed out from lack of air. Then he ripped my hair up, jerking my whole upper body up out of the sink and back against his chest. His fuck pole continued to thrust and skewer my slit, slamming me against the sink.
“Little whore!” he hissed. “Little sluthole. Probably fucking every guy in town ain’t you, fuck… fuck… fuck! Oh you’re so tight baby. You got a nice tight little twat here!” He was mumbling, rambling, and for the first time I noticed the booze on his breathe. “Unnngh… Unnggggggg… Yeahh… Yeahhhhh… Sooo Goooooood! Oh Jeeesusss!!” he cried.
He slammed his hips forward, embedding his prick deep inside my guts. He panted for breath, his hands coming down and squeezing my breasts absently. Then he pulled back, stumbling a little. He ran his hands back through his hair. I slid down to my knees, hugging my chest tightly. He looked at me, and started to say something, then turned and shambled away and up the stairs.