Linda felt his hot hands run up and down her body, making her more and more naked. Her senses reeled as her flesh crawled with unwanted sensations. The feelings made her go weak, like a kitten succumbing to gentle strokes.
She felt incredibly helpless now. Her father's lust seemed to be drowning her in a sea of sensation.
She was too young to realize that her father was systematically and subtly seducing her. And he was enjoying himself. He would have raped her, if it had been necessary, but the whipping had rendered her obedient enough to seduce.
All Linda knew was that she was afraid of her father now; afraid to defy him, afraid to fight against him, afraid to stop him from raping her. As gentle as he might be with her, this was still rape to the young girl. Her drunken, raunchy father was ravishing her against her will, defiling her, shaming her. And she knew that she could never tell a soul about this! How could she? She would be so ashamed! How could she tell even her best friend that her dad was feeling her up, lying on her with a huge hard-on in his pants?
She wanted to curse her father, the way her mother often had cursed him, but she could only whimper helplessly beneath his great weight as he licked his tongue over her neck.
She wanted to protest in some way when she felt her father's fingers clawing at her little bra, but she could only weep softly as he lewdly bared her jutting young tits, mauling them with his rough hands. Her tears fell faster when his hand reached down to push at her panties. Linda heard the small things rip, and she cried harder as his fingers contacted the soft flesh of her naked young cunt.
She gasped when she felt him press one big finger between the lips of her pussy. Her whole body stiffened and she cried: "Daddy! No! Please don't put your finger in me!"
"What's the big deal?" her father muttered into her ear. "Don't try to tell me you're really a virgin!"
"But I am! Oh, I am! Daddy, please! I am a virgin! I've never let a boy do that! I swear! Daddy! Please believe me! Don't hurt me!"
"There's one way to find out," Jim Simmons groaned lustfully, and he gently pushed the tip of his middle finger into his daughter's tight young pussy-hole. When he met with fleshy resistance, he gasped. "Jesus Christ! You've been telling the truth! God damn! You're still cherry? God damn!"
"I told you!" Linda cried hopefully. Now that her dad saw that she was telling the truth, he'd take pity on her, wouldn't he? He wouldn't break her cherry, would he? "So let me go! Don't hurt me, Daddy! Let me go! I've been saving it for my husband."
To Linda's dismay, her father laughed lewdly.
"Your husband!" he bellowed, "You expect to save your cherry until you get married?"
"Yes! Yes!" Linda wailed, trying to close her thighs against her father's disturbing hand.
"You're nuts, baby," her dad murmured. "You'll be lucky if you're still cherry tonight!"
"Daddy! No! Ohhh, no, Daddy! You wouldn't! Please, let me go! Let me go!"
She started to struggle and fight in earnest then, and Jim realized that he'd have to change his tactics. He shouldn't have frightened her like that. It was stupid of him.
He pinned her writhing body down, quickly kissed her ear and whispered: "Easy, baby, easy. I'm not taking your cherry, am I? See?"
"I'm just petting your pussy. Come on, now. Just relax. You know I want to play with your cunt. You've been driving me crazy for so long."
"I… I didn't mean to," Linda said nervously as she relaxed her legs. Maybe if she let her dad feel her up, she'd be safe.
"That a girl," Jim murmured soothingly, kissing one of her jutting tits and rubbing her pussy-lips softly. "Just relax and let me play with you. I don't want to hurt you, Linda. I just want to have some fun."
The heat of his mouth startled Linda as he gently sucked one of her proud, jutting tits. The moving wetness of his tongue made her pink nipple spike and tingle more than it ever did when she played with it. A soft moan escaped her throat as her father ravished her tit and gently rubbed her moist cunt-lips.
Smiling to himself, Jim Simmons teased his daughter's pussy by continually nudging her cherry and giving her feelings she wasn't accustomed to. Even when Linda played with herself, she had always been very careful not to insert her finger too far into her cunt. Now, even though her dad wasn't really pushing all of his finger into her, he was teasing her cherry, and his finger was much thicker than her own! This, too, added to the unwanted sensations in her cunt.
Her moans delighted Jim, even though she didn't know that. Linda hardly knew when she was moaning. All she knew was that she was afraid of her father, that she was all but naked with him on her bed, and that he was doing strange and disturbing things to her tits and pussy!
Her father was constantly thinking of her cherry, even as he slowly and lovingly ravished her arching tits. He sucked the other one and caressed the first, giving her cunt a rest, as if he weren't that interested in it. This gave his little girl a false sense of security. At least he wasn't attacking her pussy!
Linda peered down and watched what her father was doing to her tits. She saw his strong hand, big on the firm globe of her tit, gently kneading her flesh as his thumb rubbed her spiking pink nipple to make it tingle. She gazed at his mouth, so busy on her other tit, and she felt his tongue lashing her nipple. This sort of treatment, Linda suddenly realized, could drive a girl crazy.
"Daddy," she panted. "Please, stop now."
Her father chuckled against her tit, and his hand dropped to her slim waist. Linda caught her breath as he pulled off the last of her little panties, then flung them away. He pried her legs open with his large hand and Linda felt his hard-on throb against her thigh right through his pants. It was awfully close to her pussy!
"Daddy! Please!" she pleaded tearfully, afraid now that he was going to rape her for sure. "Don't do it to me!"
Her father lifted his face from her tits and grinned at her. "What are you yelling about? My cock isn't even out!"
"I can feel it!" Linda protested. "I know what you want to do to me! Please, don't, Daddy. You should respect me. I'm your daughter."
"I'm not going to fuck you," Jim said, chuckling. "I just want to eat you."
"Eat me!" Linda cried, alarmed. Girlfriends had told her about pussy-licking. That could really drive a girl out of her mind… especially when a boy did it!
"Either that… or this," her father said, and he nudged her naked thigh with his hardon. "What do you say? Can I lick your pussy for you and make you feel good, or do I stick my cock in you right now?"
"Daddy!" Linda gasped, shocked. "You're filthy! Just like Mom said!"
"Never mind that," her father said roughly, glaring into her frightened young eyes. "Do I fuck you or eat you? Make up your mind, but you're getting one or the other."
The decision wasn't hard to make. Linda wanted to keep her cherry.
"You… you can… lick me," she stammered, embarrassed and blushing.
Jim Simmons smiled with victory. So far, so good. He maneuvered his way down, coming to rest on his elbows between Linda's white thighs. He gave her furry young cunt a little kiss to start with. Linda's hips jerked at the touch of his mouth. When he kissed her pussy again, she closed her eyes against the feelings. She didn't want to like any of this. She just wanted her dad to get it over with and leave her alone. With that thought in mind, she opened her legs for his face.
Linda couldn't help it. She let out a squeal when her father's wicked tongue first slithered between her moist pussy-lips. And she gasped loudly when the tip of his tongue kissed the mouth of her fuck-hole. What a feeling! The girls had told her about cunt-licking, but they could never describe just how intense the pleasure was!
She shuddered all over and her hips quivered as her father used his tongue up her pussy-hole with a passion. He was obviously tongue fucking her, yet preserving her virginity. Linda's boggled mind couldn't comprehend what was happening to her. How could her father's thick tongue get so far up in her pussy, right past her cherry? He couldn't break it with his tongue, could he? No. Of course not. Linda never heard of such a thing. No, it must, be that her cunt simply gave way to his tongue as it slithered in and out of her body.