I swallowed it without changing the look of thankfulness on my face. The softest, most sensitive tissue of my body was being beaten by a man-flesh. His stubble sanding my bare skin like a baby hedgehog with a thousand tiny spikes. I tried to recognize who he was by his voice but I had no idea. The man was telling my dad what position he wanted to take me in. With my ankles behind my neck, he could have taken me by my buttocks, sat me on his stake and easily put me on his roller-coaster and bounced me up and down. My dad can have anyone use me. As he drove hard with twisting my soft lips in and out, he was mumbling heavy curses to me to stroke his sacks. He stank of cheap booze, smoke and sweat, while I smelt of strawberry. With my feet behind my neck and my head tilted slightly forward, I could see my own landscape, my pubic mound, even my cleft, in full detail. He tapped me under the chin with one finger, and I lifted my face up and looked at him with the pleadingest girl look he’d ever seen in his life; a girl in love with him, ready and willing to do anything for him.
