Carol wanted to die. She tried to roll off the bed but her father held her arm in a viselike grip. She felt the incredibly hot head of the enormous prick covering her silken cheeks with slippery pre-cum.

She smelled the heavy masculine scent of his cock and it frightened her. He was like an animal now, hot and heartless. She knew he would do anything to her that came into his crazed mind. She felt his lightly swollen cockhead rubbing all over her face. She tried to turn away but he grabbed her throat and made her face him. He jabbed his hard, angry-looking cock against her forehead, against her eyes, against the strip of blanket that tightly covered her young lips. Her legs were flailing wildly.

"Now you're gonna get it good, you murderin' bitch! I'm gonna fuck you with this goddamn prick, baby! Get ready for the goddamn thrill of your life, cunt! This is just what you've always wanted from your daddy! Take this!" he growled, positioning himself at the foot of the bed, pulling her forward until her cunt was right at the edge of the mattress, spreading her young trembling legs.

Young Carol saw stars when she felt the terrible pain of her deflowering. The nearly hairless lips of her young cunt were suddenly split open by the massive flanged head of her father's cock. She felt the monstrous tool forcing itself into her virgin cunt hole. She screamed inside when she felt the hard, slippery head of the big dong tearing her cherry and sending searing pain through her young belly.