Dear Diary 1977

She obeyed with promptness, dropping down on all fours on the cold stone floor and staring up at him with big, terrified, pleading eyes, her body trembling violently as she awaited his next command. Rudy Blair’s cock twitched visibly as he stared down at her, his expression turning malevolent as his eyes traced the curve of her spine before moving down to overtake the ripe, luscious globes of her full, fleshy buttocks. The skin there was pale and translucent, showing the faint, blue veins that spiderwebbed beneath the tender surface of her buns.

Tremors of anticipation rippled down her back like cold water as she awaited his next command, her body tense and trembling. He raised the flogger high over his head and brought it cracking down across her buttocks with a resounding, loud blow. The leather lash stung into the wobbling flesh, leaving a long, angry red welt immediately rising to the surface. Kristy screamed in sheer pain, her facial features contorting into a mask of agony as she tried to jerk away from the assault.

Jennifer Meininger should have made a sound. She should have called out, or moved, or done something that a person did when they witnessed something that made no sense and also made terrible, awful sense at the same time. Instead, she stood on the stairs with her hand still on the railing and her bare feet cold wooden stairs and she watched.

Rudy growled with deep, animalistic pleasure and grunted audibly as he brought the lash down again, slashing into her buttocks with brutal force. The force of his blows traveled along his arm like an electric shock, sending hot bolts of intense excitement directly through his body. Kristy’s screams pierced the air like the desperate cries of a stricken animal, her face contorted into a mask of pain, her body writhing under the onslaught.

Jennifer watched the violent scene unfold with a terror that paralyzed her breath. She sat down on the rough wooden planks of the staircase, her heart hammering against her ribs so loudly she feared the sound would drown out the cruel snapping of the flogger. Her eyes were fixed wide, unable to look away, taking in the graphic devastation of the leather against Kristy's pale, trembling skin.

A low moan escaped her throat. She saw the angry red welts rise like angry snakes across the soft, fleshy globes of her friend's buttocks, and she felt the bile rise in her own throat. The sight of the father’s primal aggression, coupled with the raw power of his flogger, made her own skin prickle and flush with a mix of revulsion and a dark, helpless arousal that terrified her. She gripped the stair railing so tightly her knuckles turned white, her legs trembling, her eyes darting frantically between the two of them, unable to find a way to intervene or escape the nightmare.

A burning question took root in Jennifer’s mind, her brow furrowing as she watched the unfolding horror. Why was Kristy’s father beating her so brutally? And why did Kristy just sit there and take it? From the way she screamed and the way the lash tore into her trembling buttocks, the agony was obviously acute, the skin already flayed and raw. Yet, somehow, Jennifer found the sight strangely awakening, a dark thrill running through her veins. An odd tingling sensation began to assert itself between her legs, her vagina beginning to grow warm and itchy, her body betraying her horror with a confusing, wet heat.

"Father! Please, Father! Stop! Please, I beg you!" Kristy screamed.

Her voice was shattering into desperate pleas as she writhed on the cold floor, and her body arching and twisting futilely away from the looming figure above her. Tears streamed unchecked down her flushed cheeks, mixing with the sweat that coated her skin.

"It hurts! The leather. It burns! Please, don't hit me anymore! I'm sorry! Whatever I did, I'm so sorry! Just stop, please, Father, I can't take it! No more, no more!" Kristy screamed.

Desperate and humiliated, Kristy Blair twisted her body, clawing at the air with trembling fingers as the flogger descended toward her defenseless backside. Her palms struck the air uselessly. Her hands missed the leather by mere inches. She tried to block the whip with her hands. She flinched violently as the lash whistled through the air, poised to strike again. Her face was a mask of pure horror, her eyes squeezed shut as she braced for the impact, her body curling inward to protect her flesh.

Lucky for her, the strike never landed. Rudy paused mid-swing, her father’s eyes gleaming with sadistic satisfaction as he watched the desperate, pathetic attempt to shield herself. He lowered his arm, the leather whip swaying at his side, and Kristy collapsed onto the floor, breathing a ragged sigh of relief that quickly turned into sobs of exhaustion. Her chest heaved as she gasped for air. Her large green eyes were wide and pleading, looking up at him with a terrifying mixture of shock and absolute terror.

With a cruel grin creasing his ruggedly handsome features, Rudy abruptly ceased the whipping he was giving his daughter, the leather now heavy. He gave her a cold, imperious command to come over. Whimpering like a beaten dog, the pretty redhead crawled over to her father who towered over her. She was trembling violently with fear, her skin slick with sweat and tears, but her huge green eyes shone with subservient awe, fixated on him as if he were a god of pain.

His hand moved decisively to the metal tab of his tight Levi’s jeans, the sound of the zipper lowering a harsh, rasping noise that echoed in the stone room. With a deliberate, fluid motion, he unbuckled the heavy leather belt at his waist, the metal buckle clinking softly before dropping to the floor. Then, he held out one foot silently, pressing the leather sole against one of Kristy's juicy perky breasts. The redhead trembled, taking hold of it and tugging, drawing the heavy boot off his foot with a sigh of exertion. He thrust out his other boot, and she removed this one too, her fingers trembling as they brushed against the cold leather.

Then, with a final, impatient jerk, he dropped his pants and stepped out of them, standing before his shivering daughter in his menacing masculine glory. Jennifer almost gasped aloud, her head whirling with shock, her breath catching in her throat. She had never seen Kristy’s father naked before. Nor had she seen such a large, pulsating cock. Jennifer could hardly believe her eyes as the sheer scale of his anatomy assaulted her vision.

Rudy had a cock of exceptional dimensions, thick and terrifyingly powerful. When fully erect, it thrust an incredible nine inches into the air, proudly and obscenely, and was almost as thick around as her wrist. Now, it pulsated angrily, the blue veins which etched the sides of his penis throbbing visibly as lust heated blood coursed through them, making the skin appear stretched and taught. A glistening droplet of pre-cum shimmered like a rare pearl on the flushed glans, glistening in the light. Beneath his gigantic joint swung a huge pair of baseball-sized balls, heavy and covered by a wrinkly dark sack that hung low between his legs.

Without a sound, Rudy reached down and grabbed a firm, iron clenched bundle of Kristy's silky red locks. Viciously, he jerked them upward, drawing his daughter's face brutally against his crotch and causing her to yelp in sudden, sharp agony as her nose was mashed into the coarse, damp hair of his groin. His thick, oversized cock, throbbing with a violent heat, rubbed aggressively against her cheek, the translucent liquid smearing obscenely over her pink, trembling flesh. He commanded her to lick his cock, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that seemed to echo in the small room.

Kristy, her body shaking from the aftershocks of the whipping, puckered her lips and pressed them against the corrugated stem of her father's cock. Flicking out the tip of her tongue, she lapped it rapidly back and forth across the heated rubbery skin, her eyes tearing up from the force of the manhandling. She affixed her full, sensuous lips around the throbbing shaft and sucked.

Grunting impatiently, Rudy pulled at her hair, drawing her face up further until she was looking at the bloated, mushroom shaped head of his fat cock. Her lips and tongue feathered across the pulpy red corona, and delved into the puckered piss-slit, tasting the salty fluids that smeared over the glans. Kristy circled her lips in an 'O' shape and pressed them against the fat spongy tip, taking as much of the bulbous head into her mouth as she could manage.

With a cruel and satisfied grin, Rudy clamped his hand suddenly to the back of her head, his grip iron tight and unforgiving. His fingers squeezed hard at the sides of her jaws, forcing them open wide and locking them in place. This trapped Kristy's mouth in an unnatural, wide 'O' shape. Kristy's eyes bulged, the whites stark against the flush of her skin, as her father thrust forward brutally, uttering a bestial grunt of pleasure as several inches of his thick, horse sized dick slid over the silken trough formed by her tongue and banged violently against her hot tonsils.

Kristy instinctively tilted back her head, her neck straining, knowing what was coming next. Tears sprang to her eyes, blurring her vision, and she gagged violently as the thick head lodged in her narrow throat, instantly cutting off her air supply. Her face began to turn a deep, mottled red as the huge slab of flesh rammed its way deep into her constricting throat, filling the space until she could barely breathe. Her father gave an ugly, ragged gasp of pleasure as his wiry, dark pubic hair flattened wetly against Kristy's nose and lips.

His entire cock was totally encased by Kristy's smooth, gulping mouth and throat, enveloped by the warm, wet heat. He could tell by the glazed look in her eyes and the loud, gurgling noises she was making that the helpless daughter was slowly strangling on his huge, pulsating dick, fighting for every gasp of air. He waited until he could see her consciousness begin to flicker and fade, the desperation in her widened eyes warring with the lust in his own, and then drew back sharply, his grip loosening until only the fat, mushroom shaped tip of his cock remained inside her mouth.

Weeping in raw, desperate relief, Kristy gulped down a massive, burning lungful of air, her chest heaving as she blinked tears from her stinging eyes. She coughed and sputtered, her throat raw and aching, but her father waited only a heartbeat until she had steadied herself and then shoved forward again without hesitation, driving his huge cock deep into her throat once more. He brought both heavy hands around the back of her head, his fingers interlacing into her hair, and began to pump into her throat and mouth brutally, drawing back until only the sensitive glans was visible and then ramming deep into the hot, silky tightness of her aching throat with a wet, slapping sound.

Kristy Blair began to regulate her breathing desperately, fighting the urge to gag, and forced her throat muscles to relax around the intrusive intruder. Her head was swirling with a confusing mix of intense pain and a burning, forbidden pleasure that seemed to radiate from the core of her body. Each time his huge phallus slammed into her gullet, she choked and gagged. Her eyes bulged even further, the whites stark against the red flush spreading across her neck and face. A guttural, garbled squeal tore from her throat, stifled by the thick shaft plugging it, as her body convulsed in a desperate attempt to reject the violation.

She choked, her throat muscles spasming tightly around the swollen, throbbing vein that coiled around the massive organ. Tears streamed hot down her cheeks, mixing with the drool that leaked from the corners of her mouth, creating a messy, humiliating streak. She clawed weakly at his forearms, her fingernails digging in uselessly, her body fighting for every ragged breath against the flesh that filled her airway completely. The gag reflex took over completely, her throat contracting rhythmically in a futile attempt to expel the monster, but he held her fast, plunging deeper with a guttural groan of dominance.

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Jennifer Meininger could not believe the depravity of what was happening right before her eyes, her jaw slack with a mixture of horror and fascinating awe. She gaped in sheer astonishment as she witnessed the impossible sight of Kristy’s father’s enormous cock slamming in and out of Kristy’s puckered lips, the wet, obscene suction sounds filling the room. He drove the massive, veiny member deep into her slender throat, the bulbous head disappearing completely behind the seam of her mouth. Jennifer couldn't fathom that an object of that size could be stuck all the way into someone's mouth and throat without instantly choking them to death, yet there Kristy was, taking it with a terrifying, rhythmic swallowing motion.

But beneath the shock, an insidious, creeping arousal was taking root within Jennifer’s body. Unconsciously, her hand began to tremble as she dropped it to her crotch, sliding it under the waist band of her pajamas. The cotton fabric rustled softly as her fingers brushed against the soft cotton panties that covered her sweet, virginal vagina. She traced the fabric nervously, her breath hitching in her throat, the scene of brutal submission and domination unfolding before her fueling a fire she couldn't deny.

She traced the seam of her panties, her heart pounding against her ribs like a trapped bird, and let her fingers stray lower, pressing firmly against the slick fabric covering her pussy. The contrast between the rough lace and the soft, heated skin of her clit made her gasp, a sharp intake of breath that was swallowed by the damp air. Her thumb rubbed the tiny, swollen bud in tight, desperate circles, the friction burning through the cotton until the sensation became an almost painful, exquisite thrill. Jennifer’s body arched slightly, her knees knocking together as she ground her hips down onto her hand, seeking relief from the throbbing tension building deep inside her.

She watched through blurry eyes as Kristy’s face turned a deep shade of crimson, her throat bulging obscenely around the thick cock. Jennifer Meininger sat on the cold, unfinished wooden stairs of the basement, her spine aching as she twisted her body to the right at an awkward angle to keep her gaze fixed on the scene unfolding below. Her jaw was slack, her mouth slightly open as she stared, her eyes darting frantically between the sweat slicked chest of the dominant father and the desperate, tear streaked face of his daughter.

The wood dug into her hips and thighs, grounding her in the moment, but her internal struggle was fierce. Her left hand continued its ministrations furiously beneath her dress, her thumb frantically rubbing the sensitive nub of her clit through the damp cotton, desperate to match the rhythm of her breathing which was becoming shallow and hitched. She watched as the saliva glistened on Kristy’s chin and ran down her throat, the sight sending hot spikes of arousal directly to her core, making her legs tremble and press together tightly. A low, guttural moan escaped her throat, swallowed instantly by the silence of the room as she witnessed the violent throat fucking.

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Meanwhile, Rudy Blair was savagely ramming in and out of his daughter’s aching throat with his nine inch cock, his powerful strokes growing more brutal and relentless by the second. His rough, calloused hands dug into her scalp, tangling tightly in the strands of her dark hair, and slammed her face repeatedly against his pungent, muscular crotch, forcing her to accept his musk and sweat with every thrust. His huge, hairy, gravelly surfaced balls slapped rhythmically and audibly against her chin, the heavy thud echoing in the basement, while moist, wet sucking sounds sprayed continuously from her mouth each time he hunched his hips back and forth.

The froth began to build rapidly, a thick, viscous web of saliva and snot creating a messy, glistening lattice that wrapped tightly around the base of the massive member. It oozed down the sides of the shaft, trapped by the curve of his balls, and stretched viscously between Kristy’s trembling lips and his skin. As he pulled back to deliver another punishing thrust, the sticky web rippled and snapped, the gelatinous mixture coating the skin from the head of his cock all the way down to his shaved groin.

A thick, clear strand of mucous broke the connection, dangling for a moment before splattering wetly against Kristy’s chin and running down the sensitive, sensitive skin of her neck. The slime continued its downward journey, sliding past her collarbone and dripping over the curve of her breast, mingling with the cold sweat already there. The webbing continued to snap and reform, a dripping, white architecture of filth that connected them entirely, coating Rudy’s muscular torso and Kristy’s heaving chest in a slick, transparent gloss.

He let out a primal, guttural shriek, like that of a wild animal after a successful kill, his voice cracking with savage ecstasy. He felt red hot flames of concupiscence consume his throbbing gonads, the heat radiating up through his belly and into his chest. His sperm boiled over inside the confines of his tight, aching scrotum and propelled up the tubes in his spasming cock with violent force. Kristy’s eyes bulged even wider, the whites stark and terrified, as she felt the enormous rod begin to swell impossibly in her mouth, growing thicker and harder. Then, thick, milky streams of sperm blasted forcefully against the back of her throat, the hot fluid spewing directly into her tummy, filling her belly against her will and coating her esophagus in a thick, white film.

Rudy Blair drew back sharply, pulling his massive, throbbing shaft from the depths of her throat until only his fat, mushroom shaped head remained spitting into the open, gasping mouth. The position was calculated, a display of dominance that left her entirely dependent on his will for air and sustenance. He wanted his daughter to taste his pungent sperm, to acknowledge the raw power he held over her, and Kristy gave a muffled, desperate moan as the hot, spraying liquid filled out her cheeks, bulging her cheeks. The salty fluid rolled in sticky, viscous streams over the back of her tongue and down her gullet, thick and heavy like melted wax.

The thick, bittersweet flavor filled her mouth, coating her tongue in a salty, musky richness, and she swallowed the libation down gratefully, gulping it in desperate mouthfuls to clear the pressure building in her throat, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy. Rudy could not stop the flow now that it had begun, and he forced two more explosive blasts of his hot seed directly into the back of her throat. The sheer volume was overwhelming, causing Kristy to gag violently and choke as the liquid filled her windpipe, her body convulsing against his grip.

The thick, white fluid gushed with such force that some of the sperm blew past the tight seal of her lips, spurting out onto the cock and coating the it in a fresh layer of white froth. The excess semen dripped steadily from the corners of her mouth, running down her chin like melting wax before dripping lower onto the soft, pale flesh of her breasts, mingling with the saliva and snot to create a slick, milky puddle in the cleavage of her chest. Her breathing turned into ragged gasps, her throat working frantically to swallow, but the sheer quantity was too much to process at once.