"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.