It was scary the way he was looking at her and she had the sudden feeling that he was telling the truth. Her mother looked on her stepfather as if he was some kind of gad. She would not object to anything he wanted to do.

She tried to escape him again but he would not let her go. He wrapped his brawny arms around her waist and jerked her close to him. She was close enough to smell the beer on his breath.

"Please don't do this," she said.

He only laughed at her. His lips felt hot and hard. He pushed his tongue against her mouth but she refused to open her lips. He kept rubbing his tongue against her mouth but she kept her mouth shut tight.

"You little bitch," he said. "I'm going to teach you to keep your mouth shut, I'm going to teach you to play games with me."

He shoved her back on the bed and he slapped her face. She gasped in sudden pain and surprise. He put his hand around her throat and squeezed until she was gasping for breath.

"You'd better be good to me, bitch," he said.

She nodded. She was really scared of him now. She didn't try to escape when he released her.

"Don't fight it so hard, sugar," he said. "You're going to love it!"

He kissed her and she opened her mouth. His tongue seemed long and slimy as it pushed to the back of her throat. She wiggled her tongue against his as he drew it back. She didn't enjoy the taste of his tongue but now she wanted to please him.

"That's better, baby," he said. "I'm sure you're going to learn real fast!"

He kissed her again and this time his thick tongue explored the inside of her mouth. His hand moved up and cupped one luscious titty. Nobody had ever touched her there before and Sandra was surprised how hot and achy both her titties suddenly seemed. Her nipples stiffened against the material of her halter top.