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If you aren't 18, don't read this!
From the book "Forced Encounters", a cyberpunk novel available only in
the adult book section of Red Eye Productions.
Http://www.redeye-prod.com.
Chapter One
He couldn't believe he was actually thinking about it. Going to
bed with your daughters was not just wrong, it was a sin. It was sick.
It was what he wanted to do!
Not that anyone who saw his daughters would blame him. Both were
teen beauties, and already had their share of admirers.
Joanna was 15. While she may have been 15 in age, her body was
that of a woman in her late twenties. Long, black hair that hung past
her shoulders framed a pretty face. But it was her chest that attracted
her own father. Joanna's breasts were large, and seemed to be growing
every day. And so was her mound. Her father couldn't believe how far
forward it thrusted even in clothes that fit loosely. It wasn't fat.
A lot of that development, he felt, came from Joanna's best friend
Amy. Here was a girl with long, brown hair, a beautiful face, her own
breasts large, and a lower half that stopped men in their tracks and
made women jealous. He had caught himself staring at Amy more than once,
wishing he could find a way to get her into bed.
But, with all their development, neither of those two girls
attracted him as much as 12 year old daughter Laura. Laura had a much
smaller frame. Her hair was long, brown in color, that hung past her
waist. Where Joanna was huge in the chest area, Laura was completely
flat. Where Joanna and Amy had fleshy, well developed bodies with
physical charm, Laura had almost no curves. Yet it was this lack of
curves which attracted him.
He had not wanted to be home that night, because he knew Joanna
had invited Amy over, and Laura had invited Alison, one of her best
friends. The thought of spending the night in a house full of girls did
not thrill him.
But he was tired, and decided to head home anyway. He smiled as he
pulled in the driveway. The lights were all on. Maybe he could get an
eye full of Amy.
Joanna had a look of surprise on her face when he walked in the
door, but she said little otherwise. He told her he was tired, and would
be in his room.
Joanna smiled at the quick disappearance of her father.
As the party continued, he could hear the two younger girls in
Laura's room, laughing and giggling. He could smell popcorn, and that
told him that Amy and Joanna were still up, probably watching videos.
He wondered how he could get closer. Four teens in the house, and
he couldn't touch. But he knew he wanted to. It would just take a little
planning. He decided silently that it would soon be his turn to sample
the charms of not only his daughters, but their best friends as well.
He heard the shower down the hall start. He knew from experience
that Joanna always showered just before she went to bed. He decided to
take the chance. He snuck out of his room, then padded down the hall.
In Joanna's room, he could see Amy sitting in the middle of the
bed, dressed in just a tee shirt. As he stared at the well developed
teen, he felt himself start to grow hard. He stopped thinking then. He
started to move silently forward.
Amy didn't hear a sound as he came closer and closer. He turned
her viciously and slapped her. Amy fell back on the bed, and he quickly
got on top, holding his hand over her mouth. Her frantic struggle told
him she knew what he was going to do, and she didn't like the idea. But
he didn't care.
With his other hand, he ripped down Amy's panties, and he quickly
thrust in. Amy came off the bed in pain, and he could feel her shrieks
behind his hand as he started to go in and out of the dry teen.
Amy struggled. She liked sex, but not like this. And not with
Joanna's dad. This was wrong!
But he didn't care. He knew he could last only a minute, because
Amy's pussy, though well developed, was bucking up and around him, her
forest of brown hair tickling him as he went in and out. He came now,
his seed deep in the teen.
He held his hand in place as he lay on top of Amy, then slowly
started to pull out of her. He removed his hand.
"Bastard!" screamed Amy. "How could you?"
He wanted to keep her quiet, lest she give away what he had done,
and was going to do. He quickly reached down on the floor, grabbed her
panties, then stuffed them in Amy's mouth. The shower continued to run.
He now turned Amy over. He stared at her fleshy, tanned ass. He
just had to fuck it. He just had to.
He scrambled forward, thrusting in his growing manhood. Even with
the panties in her mouth, Amy's screams were loud. But he knew that the
sound of the shower would hide the shrieks.
He watched Amy's ass jiggle as he went in and out in a fury. He
liked the way she moved, the way her ass gripped him when he rode her.
Her tears and frantic shaking of her head just added to his pleasure.
He knew he couldn't last very long. He was excited, and deep in
the ass of his daughter's best friend. He came now, sending his seed
deep in Amy's ass.
He knew Joanna's shower would be over soon, and he couldn't afford
to have her screaming when she came back in the room and found Amy. He
now scrambled off the bed, then quickly tied Amy up on Joanna's bed,
using torn tee shirts as ropes.
He now headed for the shower.
Joanna had not locked the door. After all it was just her and Amy,
and he was sure Amy had been to bed with his daughter more than once.
He came in the door and stopped short. Joanna's ass was outlined
in the door of the shower. He hadn't been this excited in a long time.
He stroked himself as he stared at his daughter's ass. Then he started
forward.
Joanna had soap in her eye when she heard the shower door open.
She figured it was Amy, coming to lick her. Amy never seemed to be able
to get enough.
He stared at Joanna as he saw her maturing body for the first time
in a long time. Her chest was even larger than he had imagined. And her
pussy! The hair was so thick he could barely see it, but what he could
make out turned him on even more.
As his hardness returned, he now slowly came forward. He stroked
Joanna with just a finger.
"MMmmm, that feels good," said Joanna. "Why don't you go down on
me? You know you want to."
He stared at his daughter. She obviously thought he was Amy. His
hardness was full. As Joanna spread her legs, he now came forward,
pinned her arms above her, then thrust in.
"Oh, my god! No! Daddy, please! No, daddy, no!"
Joanna struggled and shook her head as he started to thrust in and
out of his daughter. He couldn't believe how good it felt to be deep in
the mound of his own daughter. He went faster and faster.
Joanna struggled. Her father had his hand over her mouth, so her
shrieks, cries and screams were muffled as he continued his assault on
her.
As good as her pussy felt, he knew he had to move fast. He now
turned Joanna around, then thrust in her ass. He rode Joanna hard now,
thrusting in and out with all his energy. His hand dropped from her
mouth, for he no longer cared if she screamed. He came now, his seed
going deep in Joanna's ass.
He continued for several moments. As he took himself out of
Joanna, he slapped her.
"You little whore! Wash me off!"
Joanna now was forced to wash off her father. Her crying was
obvious, but he didn't care.
"Okay! Shower's over! Get out!"
He threw open the door, turned off the water, then dragged Joanna
out of the shower. He took her towels, then dried himself, Joanna
shivering beside him.
"Your only towel will be that slut of a friend of yours!"
He now slapped Joanna, then dragged her by the hair to her room.
Amy was frantic, and when she saw the shivering, naked body of
Joanna, she renewed her struggles with her bonds.
He threw Joanna on her bed, then had an idea.
"You cold, slut?" he roared.
Joanna silently nodded.
"Amy will be your warmer, then."
He now pulled Joanna up under Amy, the two girls breast to breast,
mound to mound. He quickly tied up Joanna.
"Now, you two are going to use your mouths."
Joanna and Amy's mouths were almost together. He forced Joanna's
mouth open, and he started to work his manhood, still soft, in and out.
Then he took it out, and forced it in Amy's mouth. He continued this
until he was hard again.
He went to the pile of clothes, coming up with Amy's panties. He
forced these down the throat of Joanna. He stared down.
"You can just stay here for a while," he said surely. "Now, it's
time for me to go see your sister and her friend. I'll bet they won't be
glad to see me."
Amy and Joanna struggled as he left the room.
Alison and Laura were listening to the radio in Laura's room. They
hadn't heard the screams because they had the music on loud.
"Want another pop? I'll get it," said Laura, the bed squeaking as
she headed for the door.
He quickly hid, watching Laura's almost unformed body pass,
dressed in just a tee shirt. He knew he would have to act then. Seeing
his youngest daughter in just a tee shirt and panties started to get him
excited again.
He came out of his hiding place, coming to the door. Alison was
Laura's best friend, and she looked right at home on the bed. She was a
pretty girl of twelve, her brown hair already extending almost to her
waist. She was dressed in a pink nightie, which was very short. Alison
had very white legs, and the way the little-girl panties cupped her ass,
it was obvious she didn't get out in the sun much. Alison appeared ivory
white everywhere.
He came in. Alison faced away from him on the bed, and the sight
of her ass, even in panties, was exciting. He slowly came forward.
Alison felt the weight behind her on the bed, then screamed in
pain.
He ripped down Alison's panties, and stroked into her oh-so-tight
ass.
"Oh, God! Nooooo! Please!"
He went quickly, Alison's tight ass giving him a better ride than
even Joanna's had earlier. He only lasted six strokes, his seed shooting
in the little girl.
He lay on top of her then, his manhood still deep in her ass.
Alison started to cry, but with the music, it went unheard. Finally, he
pulled out, then sat up. Alison curled into a ball, her crying becoming
louder and more frantic.
Laura walked in the room, her eyes wide with shock. Her best
friend was bottomless, her father naked.
"Daddy?" she asked.
He came off the bed, tackling Laura to the ground. He smelled her
hair, and the sweetness of her breath. He ripped off her tee shirt then.
Laura tried to cover herself. Her unformed breasts were nearly
flat, the small nipples barely hard.
"On the bed, Laura! Now!"
He threw Laura on the bed, watching her land next to her best
friend.
"Take off your panties, Laura."
His daughter started to cry shaking her head. He came to her, took
her by her black hair, then slapped her.
"I'm not going to ask again!"
He watched as Laura slowly took off her panties. Her almost
unformed mound was bare of hair. He looked at Alison. Hers was just as
bare.
"I already took care of Alison's cute little ass," he said. "I
guess I should take care of yours, too, honey."
Laura's tears were wetting her face, and her moans were loud as he
came to her and turned her over.
"Turn over, too, Alison."
Both girls were frightened as he came up behind Laura, then
stroked in, deep and hard. Laura screamed in pain. Moments later, Alison
did as well, the man stroking deep in her ass again. He now went between
the two, thrusting in and riding each virgin ass five times, then
switching.
"That was good," he said after a few minutes. "But I can think of
some things to do that are even better."
He now stood.
"Stand up, both of you! Now!"
When neither girl stood quickly, he pulled Alison by her hair.
Laura stood quickly when she heard the cries of her friend.
"We are going to Amy's room. Now!"
He slapped Laura's ass, and she quickly headed for the room of her
older sister.
Amy and Joanna's eyes widened in horror as Laura came in nude,
followed by Alison. They stared in disbelief at their father.
"I'm going to like this," he announced. "Alison, lay across Amy's
back."
The little girl did, not knowing what was to happen.
"Laura, I want you to lay down on top of Alison."
Joanna gasped at all the weight on top of her and Amy.
"Now, we'll see if little girls bleed when they lose their
virginity."
He thrust deep in Alison. The little girl, dry, tight and young,
screamed in pain, her shaking and violent struggle nearly dislodging
Laura on top of her. He smiled at the blood as he began to stroke in and
out.
"Now, will my daughter be just as loud?"
He took his manhood out of Alison, then thrust deep in Laura. His
daughter screamed in agony. He again smiled as the blood appeared. His
thrusts were hard and sure.
"Oh, God! No! Daddy, please! It hurts! Oh! It hurts so bad!"
Laura's screams were just as much of a turn on as Alison's, and
both girls screamed in pain as he continued to switch between the two of
them.
There was still more that he wanted, though. Something that would
force all four to always remember him.
He pulled out of Laura, then stood.
"Okay, you little sluts. On your feet."
Alison and Laura struggled to their feet, their bare mounds
bloody, their faces wet with tears. He went to the bedposts and untied
Joanna and Amy.
"To the shower, sluts!"
He knew from the beginning it would be a tight fit. He now had to
almost throw Joanna in, then slapped Amy to make sure she would enter,
then pinched Alison's tight little ass to make her enter, then pinched
Laura's nipple as he followed her in and closed the door. He knew there
was little space, but that would be better for what he had planned.
"Okay, sluts! On your knees!"
Joanna and Amy's faces were filled with fear as they went to their
knees. They knew what was coming. Laura and Alison did not. He went to
his youngest first.
"Suck me, Laura! Now!"
He pulled her hair until she cried out, then forced himself in her
mouth. He grabbed the back of her head, then started to ride her face.
But he knew just how long he could stay in each mouth.
"Alison, get over here!"
The little girl's crying and fear was obvious. But there was no
space to get away. She gave a last crying sound, then opened her mouth.
He grabbed her hair, then shoved it in. Her gagging pleased him.
He was quick, the strokes a blur as he held her head, forcing himself
down her throat.
"Amy's turn," he purred.
Amy blanched, but she said little as she sucked him in her mouth.
He didn't like her quiet nature, so he pulled her hair as hard as he
could, pleased to see the tears that came to her eyes.
"Ah, my slut. Joanna!"
Joanna was in shock as her father slapped her, then forced open
her mouth. She couldn't believe all that had happened, and she knew it
just must be a terrible dream. But the pain of her father pinching her
nipples told her this was no dream.
"I'm warmed up," he said. "Back to the bed."
He allowed none of the four to use towels as they got out. All
were shivering as he forced them back to the bedroom.
"Middle of the floor, on your knees, sluts!"
The four girls were in a circle as he stood in the middle of them.
He started to stroke himself, going to each girl, watching their faces
flinch. He finally came as he stared into Laura's face, making sure he
got some of his seed on all four faces. He rubbed it in.
"That was pretty good, little sluts. I-"
"What in the hell is going on here?" he heard a hysterical voice
say from the door. He turned and stared at Kelly, Alison's mother. "What
have you done to my daughter? You bastard!"
Kelly went to slap him, but he ducked, then slapped her, then
tripped her to the ground.
"I fucked your little girl," he said viciously. "Now, I'm going to
fuck you."
He ripped off her dress as she shrieked.
"Joanna, sit on her arm. You, too, Amy. Laura and Alison, stand
over her."
The girls moved as if in shock, which they were. He ripped off
Kelly's panties. Her blonde pussy hair proved she was a natural blonde.
He thrust in the mother.
Kelly tried to come off the floor in pain, but was pinned.
"oh, my God! Don't! No! Please!"
He started to thrust in and out. He tried to kiss Kelly, but she
tried to bite him. He decided to make her pay.
"I'm tired of your crying and biting, bitch. Alison, sit on
mommy's face!"
Alison just stared at him, not moving. He reached down and pinched
Kelly's nipple. The little girl moved slowly forward.
"I said get down here! Now!"
Alis on started to cry again as she went to her knees. He forced
her into position by slapping her.
"Lick your daughter!" he yelled at Kelly.
Kelly tried to fight, but when he started to pinch and bite her
again, she soon had no choice. She started to lick her daughter.
"Good, slut, good," he said as he continued to stroke in and out
of Kelly. "Laura, come here."
Laura came to where her father was fucking Kelly.
"Stand in front of Alison."
Laura's eyes went wide as she slowly took her place. He reached
under, then pinched Alison's leg.
"Lick my daughter!"
Alison tried to avoid looking at Laura as she started to lick her.
Laura gave an anguished moan.
His ride had been good. Kelly was still under him, crying and
shaking. Her own daughter was on her face, riding her. His own daughter
was forcing her best friend to lick her. His other daughter and her best
friend were both naked and watching.
"New plan," he said as he pulled out of Kelly. "Joanna and Amy,
lay down."
The girls did as he said. Their tears were obvious.
"Kelly, lay across them, on your stomach."
Kelly was frightened, scared and in shock.
"Alison and Laura, on your backs on top of Kelly."
The girls did as he asked. He came forward.
Alison screamed as he stroked in her mound, the tightness still
apparent. Then it was Laura who screamed, as he stroked in and out of
her for five strokes. Then it was Kelly who screamed, her ass filled for
five strokes. Then it was Amy, who found her mound filled for five
strokes. Finally, it was Joanna who screamed, her own womanhood filled.
He went from girl to girl now, forcing all five to scream as he
kicked, licked, then fucked each woman.
The end came when he finally shot off, his seed hitting all five
in the face. Their tears were apparent, but he cared little about their
pain or their torment.
"Kelly will teach all of you sluts how to be good whores from now
on," he said. "But only for me."
The girls and Kelly cried, then screamed as he came towards them
again.
**********
Danielle was happy when she saw the house come into view. After a
full day at the local college, and an even fuller night at the dance
club, she just wanted to take a nice, long bath, then go to bed.
Danielle was an outgoing, pretty natural redhead. She knew from
their comments that most women were jealous, while most men were
fearful. Danielle didn't consider herself forward, but a lot of the guys
she knew did think that way.
Danielle had been blessed with an overwhelming figure early on,
and her father had noticed, though he never had any real serious
thoughts about his daughter. He had caught himself more than once
staring at her growing chest, her satin panties, or the smell of her
hair. But he had never done anything.
Until that fateful night.
Danielle parked the car in the garage.
She didn't turn on the light, not wanting to wake her father. She
started to strip as she came in the door. Her father sat silently in the
kitchen, watching his daughter in the moon lit room.
He could only stare as he watched her unsnap the blouse, then take
it off. She wore a blue satin bra, and just the sight of it was exciting
for him.
He couldn't figure out why she was stripping, but he certainly
wasn't going to stop his daughter from showing off the charms he had
always wanted to see.
Danielle knew her father would hear just about any noise she made,
and she didn't want a confrontation that night. She smiled as she
reached behind her and unsnapped the bra.
He couldn't believe just how big Danielle's chest really was. He
realized his daughter had used her long, red hair as a kind of shield,
to draw attention away from the fact that her chest was already well
developed, and still growing.
He was already excited. He was glad now he had turned off the
lights. He could watch his daughter, and wait until he thought the time
was right to confront her.
Danielle wore a flowing skirt that barely came down to cover her
thighs. She quickly unsnapped this, allowing the skirt to fall to the
floor.
He stared at Danielle. Her fleshy hips and overall beauty were
exciting him more and more. He leaned forward, waiting for Danielle to
take that final step, to pull down her panties.
Which she did now. He saw the crack of her ass appear, then her
white ass, in all its ivory glory, appeared. As she bent to take off the
panties, he could just barely make out the lips of her mound hanging
below.
It was when she turned that he felt himself spurred to action.
Danielle had a thick carpet of red hair on her pussy, and when he saw
this, glimmering in the sioft light of the kitchen, he started to move
forward.
Danielle went to the refrigerator. He came up behind her, his
hardness apparent. He grabbed her hair and turned her viciously. He
started to slap her.
"I don't know why you are like this, whore, but I like it."
He had his hand over her mouth as he bent her over the table, then
thrust in her fleshy ass. He moaned as he thrust in, then started to
ride Danielle's ass.
Danielle's frantic cries were caught in her mouth. Her father's
hand was over her mouth, and there was little she could do to stop her
father as he continued his brutal ride of her ass.
He couldn't believe just how good her ass felt. He went faster and
faster, her moaning cries against his hand even more enjoyable.
He knew, in his excitement, that he wouldn't last very long.
Danielle's frantic shaking had given him a wild, thrilling ride, and he
came now, his seed a surprise as he went deep in her ass one final time.
He held her in place for several moments, until he felt himself go
soft. As he stood, he kept his hand in her hair, using her long, red
hair as a leash.
"Quite a show you gave, whore. Quite a ride that ass of yours gave
me. We'll see if the rest of you is just as good."
Danielle slapped her father, and the fight was on. Because his
hand was in her hair, he knew she couldn't get away. He kept using her
hair, pulling her back for another slap. He felt some of the fight go
out of her.
The fight had helped his excitedness. He was hard again. He sat
down at the table.
"Get on top of me, Danielle! Ride me! Now you slut!"
He pulled her hair, then forced her to stand in front of him.
"You heard me, bitch," he yelled. "Get on top, or I'll do worse."
He saw Danielle take a deep breath, then spread her legs. She came
forward, then started to mount him.
The touch of her soft, red pussy hair was too much. As she tried
to mount him, he came off the chair, thrusting up hard into the dry
Danielle. Her shrieks sounded throughout the house as he sank back down
on the chair, holding Danielle, pressing down on her, forcing all of
himself deep in her pussy.
"Ride me, bitch! Now!"
He started to pinch her fleshy ass cheeks, and he held his hand
over her ass, reminding her of what he had already done. Danielle slowly
recovered from the shock of her father being in her pussy, and she came
up, then thrust back down. She started to ride him.
He was determined to make his own daughter come. He started to
thrust in her dry pussy, and he smiled as he felt her go wet. No matter
hiow she might feel about her daddy fucking her, she couldn't deny the
excitement of fucking a man.
Danielle was crying, her body shaking, but the wetness of her
pussy, and the growing fury of her ride on him, told him she had started
to get into what he was doing. He started to suck on Danielle's nipples,
going from one to the other.
She rode him faster and faster, suddenly sure of her position, her
power and control. She was on top of her father, and she had taken
control. She was fucking him as much as he was fucking her. Her moans
were louder and wilder as she went faster and faster.
He thrust up hard into Danielle, her soft flesh and red pussy hair
giving him a cushion.
The couple went faster and faster. It was Danielle who came first,
joined seconds later by her father, the two moaning and kissing as they
started to slow.
"You hurt me, daddy," she whispered. "But I liked it."
So did I," he whispered in her ear. "Now, take me to your room and
fuck my brains out."
Danielle now got off her daddy, then helped him to his feet. The
excitement of both was obvious as she led him to her room.
"There's something I have always wanted," he said as she led him
in and closed the door."
"What?"
He got on her bed, then motioned for her to join him. She moaned
and gasped as she again took him inside her. He stared up at the face of
his beautiful daughter, face now shining in pleasure.
"Now, I want you to call Melissa, your best friend."
"Why?"
"I have always wanted to fuck you while you were on the phone."
Danielle bent, then dialed the phone. Melissa answered almost
immediately.
"Hi, Missy," said Danielle.
He now thrust up hard in Danielle, but because she was on the
phone, she couldn't moan or gasp. He forced Danielle to start to ride
him, Danielle on the phone.
"Oh, God," she moaned softly. He heard Melissa's concerned voice.
Danielle came back to the phone. "No, just a cramp," said Danielle.
He started to go faster and faster. Just as he felt Danielle start
to shake and shiver in excitement, she hung up the phone, then started
to ride him wildly.
Danielle was breathless as she threw back her head and wildly rode
her father. She went up and down on him, fucking him as best she knew
how.
He was left breathless, both by the sight of his daughter in a
excited mood, and by the depth of her fucking. She had taken his
challenege to fuck his brains out literally.
Danielle went faster and faster, and her cries were even louder
when she came this time, her shaking and crying an obvious sign. He came
seconds later, what he and his daughter were doing overwhelming his
senses.
When he came back around, Danielle was still on top of him.
"I told Melissa to come over," she whispered.
He felt his softness almost immediately start to grow.
"I want you to fuck her brains out, daddy," whispered Danielle.
She went to her knees, then sucked his prick in her mouth. She
worked his manhood with her tongue and throat, grasping it with the
muscles of her throat, until he was fully hard.
"Now, we wait."
It was a very good night for him, and it got even better.
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Subject: shareware book-Forced Encounters-Chap2
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If you aren't 18, don't read this!
From the book "Forced Encounters", a cyberpunk novel available only in
the adult book section of Red Eye Productions.
Http://www.redeye-prod.com.
Chapter Two
Angie thought her father a hypocrite.
When she wore tight clothes, or clothes he felt didn't cover
enough, he was right there, first to criticize her.
But when she tried to critique her father's clothes, then he got
mad and said she had little taste.
Angie smiled as she got ready to go to the club. The black leotard
she wore was tight on her, seemingly molded to her body.
Angie was happy with her body. An angelic face framed by brunette
hair, a slim, maturing body. Angie liked the way the leotard grabbed her
breasts and molded them, the way it cut into her thighs near her mound.
The pain was exciting.
This leotard was also cut with a large neckline, dipping down
dramatically. The valley of her growing chest was highlighted, and Angie
smiled as she looked at herself in the mirror. Even she thought she
looked hot.
Sam could hear his daughter dressing. He hoped she dressed in
something appropriate. Lately, she had been dressing more and more
provocatively, and he knew he would soon have to try and put a stop to
it, whether his daughter wanted him to or not.
Angie brushed her hair for a final time, re-applied her lipstick,
then looked in the mirror. She thought she looked perfect. The valley of
her breasts was highlighted, but she didn't mind showing off just a bit
of what she had.
Sam just stared at Angie as she came down the stairs. He had never
seen a more perfect vision of loveliness, and that included his wife,
now out of town on a business trip. He felt himself grow hard as he
stared at Angie's chest. He blushed slightly as he started to harden,
not wanting his own daughter to know of the effect she was having on
him.
Angie had thought she saw her father turn away, and she was
stunned. Fathers weren't allowed to get excited by their daughters, and
yet hers was.
"I'm going out now, daddy," said Angie, suddenly just wanting to
escape the prying eyes of her father. She turned and headed for the
door.
Sam looked at Angie as she started to walk away, and he suddenly
lost whatever reserve he had. The sight of the short skirt, the black
leotard, all of it, just made him lose control.
Sam decided he wanted a confrontation, and he knew just how to get
one. The issue of Angie's late nights had been a fiery one between them,
and he knew here, now, it would set her off.
"Be home by nine," he said as she started out the door.
Angie turned. He could see the flush of red on her face. He had
gotten the reaction he wanted.
"I'm not a little girl," said Angie. "Stop treating me like one."
"Stop dressing like a whore, and I won't have to worry."
The word hit Angie like a slap, and she just stared at her father.
"How can you call me that? Bastard!"
Sam saw Angie turn away. He grabbed her by the hair, then turned
her as she screamed. He slapped Angie, holding her, not allowing her to
fall. He dropped her to the floor, then slammed the door.
"I guess if you are going to dress like a whore, you might as well
be treated like one," he yelled. He slapped her again and again, Angie
crying, her tears falling.
Sam now ripped off the skirt, then tried to rip off the leotard.
The leotard was very well made, so it didn't rip. Sam was so excited, he
didn't care. He tried to kiss Angie, but she bit him. He slapped her
again.
"I'll give you something for that smart mouth," he yelled. He
unzipped his pants, then came towards Angie.
Angie tried to fight off her father, but he was too strong for
her. He slapped her, then wrapped his hands in her black hair. He
brought her face towards his hardness.
Angie screamed, trying to escape what her father was doing to her.
She couldn't.
Sam reached down and pinched Angie's nipple through her leotard.
As she opened her mouth to scream, he thrust his manhood in her mouth.
He smiled as he began moving himself in and out of her mouth. The fact
he was making his daughter gag pleased him.
Angie tried to get away from the feel of her father's manhood in
her mouth, but he kept pulling her closer and closer to his groin. He
forced himself all the way down her throat and Angie struggled to
breathe.
He could feel the rush approaching, and he gave a loud moan as he
came now, his seed going down the throat of crying, struggling daughter.
He now made sure she cleaned him off, then pulled his manhood from her
mouth.
He watched as Angie started to cry. He didn't care about that. He
was interested in taking out all his frustrations, and suddenly, that
was what he was using Angie for.
"You don't give a very good blowjob," he said thoughtfully. "But
I'm sure you'll get better."
He stood, then went towards the couch. Behind him, he could hear
Angie continue to cry. He heard her get to her knees, then stand.
Instead of leaving, she came towards the couch where he sat.
Angie came around in front of him.
"You bastard!" screamed Angie, slapping her father. "How could you
do that to me? I'm your daughter. At least I used to be."
Sam came off the couch.
"You'll always be my daughter, you little bitch," he yelled. "But
you need some manners."
He now grabbed Angie, then turned her. He started to spank her ass
as she tried to get away.
"Owww! Stop! You bastard!"
He took firm hold of the leotard and ripped down, this time being
rewarded with a ripping sound. Angie's ivory white ass, in all its
glory, came into view. He began to spank Angie.
"I said stop!"
Her screaming and crying irritated her father. He now threw her
down on the ouch. She tried to stand, stopping when she came face to
face with his manhood.
"Just lay back and enjoy it," he said in a vicious tone.
Angie tried to scramble off the couch, but her father grabbed her,
slapped her, then threw her back. Now he came forward, spreading her
legs.
"No, daddy! Please! Please don't fuck me!" she pleaded.
He didn't hear his daughter. All he could see was her wide mound,
full of thick black hair, parting into a pink smile. He now thrust down
and forward, into Angie.
Angie heaved high and tried to shake off her father, her dryness
doubling the pain she felt. She heard him mumbling as he started to
thrust in and out of her.
Sam worked fast, knowing the tightness of Angie, coupled with her
dryness, would make the velvet glove of her pussy grip him tightly, and
get him off.
He only lasted about a dozen strokes before he came, deep in
Angie's pussy, kissing his crying daughter, squeezing her breasts,
making her look at him.
"Now, get your ass upstairs," he yelled. "I still have to fuck
that cute ass of yours. And then you are going 5to put on clothes a
decent woman would wear."
"Fuck you!" blazed Angie.
Sam just patted his manhood in front of his daughter's eyes.
"I already fucked you," he said viciously. "Do what I say, or I'll
do it again right now."
Angie stayed home that night, and when she went back to the club,
she was dressed a lot more demurely.
Sam took advantage whenever he could, forcing his daughter to
learn the respect he sought. Her respect came in the form of her
screams.
*******
The thought haunted Mike.
Thing was, he would have never had the thought if Justine and Tina
hadn't come home drunk. If his wife and two sons hadn't been gone to the
convention hall downtown.
But his teen daughters had indeed come home drunk. Justine had
been fearful when she walked in the door, afraid her father would get
angry over both his daughters being drunk at such an young age.
Justine was 16, with brown hair that framed a pretty face.
Justine's body was modest at best, drawing few admirers so far.
Her sister, Tina, was blonde beautiful, and even less well formed
at 13. Her chest was flat, her hips almost straight.
Yet when Mike helped both girls up the stairs to their bedrooms,
he was concerned, not angry. He just wanted his daughters to be safe. It
was then he had thought about what it would be like to make it with
Justine, to make her beg for more as he fucked her. He thought then
about fucking Tina, hopefully being her very first, wondering just how
she and Justine were built, and could their bodies ever match that of
their mother's?
Justine and Tina's room were next to each other, so he went to
Justine's first. He watched as she struggled with her sweater, so he
came in and helped her off with it. He stared down at her chest enclosed
in the bra. Justine crossed her hands over her chest when she noticed
her father's stare.
Mike heard Tina coming into her room, so he turned and went to
her. Tina had been wearing a thin blouse and skirt, and she was taking
off the blouse when he came into the room. Tina's chest appeared so
small, so delicate! The thought excited Mike.
Tina dropped the blouse to the floor. She either didn't notice her
father's stare, or maybe she was just too drunk to care. He stared for
several moments.
Back in the other room, he had missed Justine taking off her bra,
for when he came back in the room, she had her tee shirt on, and was
starting to unsnap her jeans. He helped her pull them down, staring for
several moments into her brown panties.
Tina had finally collapsed from the drinks. She lay, still in her
bra and skirt, on top of her bed.
"Justine, come help me with your sister."
Justine came in the room. She just wore the tee shirt now. Her
nipples were obvious as she helped her father sit her young sister up in
the bed.
He started to slide off her bra, but Justine stopped him.
"I think you better let me do that, Daddy," she said in a slightly
defiant tone.
Mike stared at Justine, then stood and went to the small night
table Tina kept near her bed. There was a mirror there. He watched
Justine take off her sister's bra, then start to pull a tee shirt on
her.
Mike couldn't have been more pleased with the sight. He watched as
Justine struggled to lift her sister to get her skirt off. She
struggled, then looked at her father.
"Dad, could you help me for a sec?"
Mike turned and came to the bed. He decided it was time for him to
see just what he wanted. He took Tina's legs and he lifted them high.
Justine pulled off Tina's skirt, then stared at her father.
Mike stood, staring at the light blue panties of his youngest
daughter.
"Okay, daddy, I can get her dressed from here."
Mike turned to Justine, who held Tina's tee shirt. He started to
turn away.
Justine didn't see her father turn back. Mike came up behind her,
then ripped off her shirt. Justine's bare breasts jiggled as she turned
and shrieked. Mike got even more excited as he saw her white panties.
"Daddy! What are you doing?"
"What I should have done a long time ago!" he yelled. "What I have
always wanted to do."
He ripped off Justine's panties. Her brown haired mound was full,
and he started to slap Justine. Tina lay on the bed, passed out. Her
small hips were even more emphasized by the panties she wore.
Mike threw Justine on the bed, then spread her legs. Before she
could even fight him or scream, he had thrust in.
Justine came off the bed in pain. She had been dry, but as her
father started to thrust in and out, she felt herself go wet.
"No, daddy, no!" she pleaded. "Stop! Oh, please stop!"
Mike continued to fuck his daughter. Her tightness was a turn on,
and he felt her go wet as he continued thrusting in and out. Justine's
screams started to diminish as he continued. Next to her, Tina continued
to lay, unconscious to all that was happening. He felt his middle
tingle, and he knew he was close.
Justine was crying as her father came in her. It wasn't that she
had never done it before, because she had. But this was wrong. Very
wrong!
Mike lay on top of Justine, and he smiled as he listened to her
cry. He liked the sound. Her tears didn't bother him.
"How could you, daddy? Justine screamed. "I'm your daughter!"
"I don't care!" said Mike just as loudly. "I was excited, you were
here, and we fucked. That's all there was to it. Now, suck me!"
Justine stared at her father, stunned by his order.
"Wh-wh-what did you say?"
"I said suck me, whore!" he yelled. "I'm sure you know how. Now do
it!"
"But, daddy, I-mmf!"
Mike pulled his manhood out of Justine's mound, then came up and
stuffed it in her mouth.
"I better not feel any teeth on me either, whore," he yelled.
Mike now wrapped his fingers in Justine's hair, then pulled her
closer. He smiled as she gagged. It felt so good!
Justine refused to help her father. He could hold her in place,
but she had already decided she wasn't going to help him.
Mike didn't care. He was using Justine's mouth to get him excited
again. Once he was, he pulled out of her mouth.
"You god damn bastard!" Justine screamed. "I'm your daughter! You
raped your own daughter!"
Mike just smiled. He was staring at Tina, her thirteen year old
body getting him more and more excited. Justine followed the look of her
father.
"No, daddy," she pleaded. "Not Tina, too. Please, daddy. Fuck me
if you want, but not her. She's a virgin."
"She won't be after tonight," declared Mike. He started toward
Tina. Justine blocked his way.
"You'll have to go through me, bastard," said Justine, her voice
threatening.
"Fine," said Mike, as he stepped to Justine. He slapped her
quickly, the blows starting to rain down. Justine collapsed to the floor
as Mike stepped to Tina. He ripped down the girl's panties, and he
smiled in anticipation. Her mound was small and bare, with no hair. It
was tight, and it looked perfect.
Mike felt his hardness surging just from staring at Tina, and he
now spread her legs.
He thrust deep in virgin Tina. The girl, unconscious, came off the
bed screaming. She now saw her father over her, and she looked down,
seeing his hardness in her mound as he started to work in and out of
her. Beside her, Justine was crying.
"Daddy! Don't! Oh, don't! Please!"
Mike continued to work his manhood in and out of the bloody hole.
Tina's tears and screaming were as much a turn on as her tightness. He
saw Justine trying to scramble off the bed.
"Justine! Get over here right now!"
Justine almost made it off the bed, until Mike slapped her ass.
She turned back to slap him. He grabbed her long brown hair then pulled
her down.
"Sit on your sister's face."
Justine shook her head in horror.
"No, daddy!"
Justine was frantically shaking her head, but mike didn't care. He
slapped and pinched Justine until she was above the face of her sister.
He thrust even deeper into Tina, and as she cried out, he forced Justine
down. He viciously moved his hips in a circle.
"Lick her! Lick your sister!"
To stop the pain, Tina did as her father asked. She started to
lick her sister.
Mike was still working himself in and out as hard as possible. He
couldn't believe how good fucking this little blonde felt, even if she
was his daughter.
Justine was in shock. Not only was she drunk, but she had been
raped by her own father, and she was now watching as he raped her
sister, his own daughter.
Tina had awoken in the pain of losing her cherry, and her horror
had continued. She didn't want to lick her sister, but her father was
making her.
Mike went faster and faster. He could feel the pleasure growing,
but he had one final idea.
"Okay, get off," he yelled at Justine. "Lay back!"
Justine was on her back.
"Tina, lay down on top of your sister," he yelled.
Tina gasped as she felt the wamr skin of her sister. Tina didn't
know what was going to happen, but she knew it would not be pleasant.
She was right.
Mike came up behind Tina, and before she could be warned by
Justine, mike thrust into Tina's ass.
Tina screamed.
"Ohh, my God!Oh, no! Oh, no, daddy, no! Oh, please! The pain!" she
yelled.
Mike thrust down and in, forcing Tina to lay on her older sister.
Mike now smiled. He bit Justine's nose, and he saw just how angry she
was. As he came up to thrust back into Tina's ass, he pulled out, raised
Justine's legs, then thrust into her own ass.
Justine's screams were just as loud asx her sisters as Mike thrust
deep into one, then the other, alternating between the two sisters until
he came, shooting his seed deep in Tina's ass, though he stayed hard
long enough to bring one more scream out of Justine.
Mike lay on top of his two daughters. He heard a sound from the
door.
Meredith stared in shock and horror. She had sent their sons out
to play, but she had heard the screams. Now, she saw Mike as he stood.
He was smiling!
"What have you done?" she yelled. "My babies!"
Meredith rushed to Tina and Justine, then turned to slap and
scream at Mike.
"What in the hell did you do? You bastard! I want you out of the
house right now!"
Mike stood calmly, then slapped Meredith. She started to come at
him, but he was ready for her. He slapped her back and forth, then
ripped off her blouse.
"Now, this is a real chest," he yelled at Justine and Tina. He
ripped down her skirt, then tore off her panties. Mike threw Meredith on
the bed where Justine and Tina lay crying.
"You girls can see how a real woman fucks," he yelled. He lay
Meredith across Tina and Justine, then stroked in. meredith wasn't very
tight, but she was dry, and Mike was excited. He only lasted a few
strokes before he came. His seed went in Meredith, but as he pulled out,
he sprayed some across both of his daughters.
"Now, all three of you better listen," he yelled as he pulled out
of Meredith. "There will be some new rules around here. I'm going to
fuck you when I want, how I want, and where I want. If you leave, you
WILL be sorry. Is that understood?
All three women were quiet. Mike came to them, then thrust in
Meredith's ass.
"I asked you a question."
"Okay, okay," Meredith moaned.
Justine and Tina saw what their father would do, and they quickly
nodded.
It was a very loud and pleasant household, as far as Mike was
concerned. The tears just made his day even brighter. He was always
having bright days these days.
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From the book "Forced Encounters", a cyberpunk novel available only in
the adult book section of Red Eye Productions.
Http://www.redeye-prod.com.
Chapter Three
Richard stood outside Amanda's door, wondering just how to do what
he wanted. He had never been the run in, take charge kind of guy. But
now, as he stared at Amanda in bed, he wished he were.
He had always wanted to fuck his daughter, but her gymnastics had
come first. She had been involved early on, and she was rarely at home
for very long.
But the pixie blond, still thin at 85 pounds, was now a 16 year
old beauty. Her lack of a chest and hips only excited her father that
much more.
Now, she was home for the next two months. Ever since last night
he had been excited at seeing his daughter.
When Amanda had gotten off the plane, she had hugged both Richard
and his wife. It was then he felt himself starting to lose control over
his feelings for his daughter. He had felt her small, hard nipples under
her shirt as she hugged him, and he had nearly lost it right then.
This morning had been difficult. His loving wife Melody didn't
suspect a thing. She had left for a two week business conference in a
remote part of Hawaii, leaving Richard and Amanda on their own.
Richard saw Amanda turn over as he watched her from the door. Her
small breasts jiggled in the light of the night light she still turned
on. As she rolled from one side to the other, she kicked off the sheet.
Richard stared at Amanda, running his eyes down her small, petite
form. He wished silently she would roll over, so he could see her waist.
Almost as if she had heard her father's silent plea, Amanda did
roll over. Her tee shirt rolled up slightly, and Richard saw her pink
little girl panties.
It was the sight of the panties that finally set him off. He felt
himself go hard as he stared at Amanda's panties. He slowly walked in
her room. His maleness stood hard as he came closer.
He ripped off Amanda's panties, then thrust in.
"Oh, my Goooodddd! No! Ohhhh!"
Amanda continued to scream as her father tried to force his way
in. She was so tight! He kept trying to thrust in, but she was squirming
and shaking. Amanda kicked her father, and he slapped her.
"Quit fighting me," he ordered.
Amanda didn't quit, in fact she fought harder, trying to keep her
father away from her. But she screamed even louder when he caught her
thighs, spread her, then thrust in. Amanda screamed in mortal agony as
her own father started to stroke In and out.
"Oh! Yeah!" he moaned.
"Stop! Oh, God! Daddy! Please!"
Amanda begged her father to stop, but he was already too far gone.
He only lasted about a dozen strokes before he came, prick deep in his
daughter's bloody mound.
As his orgasm passed, he lay on top of his daughter. He could hear
her still crying. He waited, but she continued. He liked the feel of her
still very tight mound on him. He looked at her.
"Pretty good for your first time," he said. "But you'll do
better."
Amanda stared at her father.
"That was rape," she said quietly, then she started to look angry.
"You raped your own daughter, you bastard!"
Richard slapped his daughter.
"Don't use that kind of language," he scolded her.
"You raped me!"
"So what?" he said. "It's over, now forget it."
Amanda started to cry again.
"I'l l forget it after I talk with the police."
Richard stared at his daughter.
"Go ahead and go to the police," he said, lifting off Amanda. "But
if you are going to them, I should make sure it is worth the time."
Amanda looked at her father, then felt her face sting as he
slapped her. He dragged her out of the bed, then forced her to her
knees.
"You want to go to the police, little slut? I'll give you
something to go to the police about!"
His fingers tangled in her short blonde hair. He brought her face
closer and closer to his groin, where he was already getting hard again.
Amanda saw the sight, and she screamed and tried to fight off her
dad.
"No, daddy! Please, I-mmmf!"
Richard forced his maleness in her mouth, then held her head. He
could feel her wet mouth tighten, and she started to choke. Richard
started to thrust his manhood in and out of Amanda's mouth.
Amanda was in shock. Minutes before, she had been sleeping
peacefully. Now her own father had raped her, and was currently forcing
her to suck him. Her tears mixed with her few gasps as her father forced
himself in her mouth.
Amanda's mouth was perfect for Richard. He felt himself curve down
the back of her throat, and her mouth was cleaning him off. He stared
down as Amanda looked at him with terrified eyes.
He again could only handle a few strokes before he went off, his
peak sending his warm jism down the throat of his crying daughter.
Richard held himself in place, making sure Amanda cleaned off most of
his manhood. What little he thought she missed, he wiped in her hair as
he pulled himself out of her mouth.
"But, daddy, I-oh my God! No! Not that!"
Amanda screamed as her father turned her over. Her small breasts
were pinned to the cold floor as her father now stared down, watching
her ass jiggle. He knew he would have to have perfect timing, and he
also knew that he wouldn't be able to go very long. Sure, he had gotten
off twice, but Amanda's ass had to be even tighter than her mound, and
he knew he had only lasted a few strokes there.
Richard kept trying to thrust himself in Amanda's ass, but she
kept struggling and trying to fight him. Richard finally got tired of
her fighting. He started to spank his daughter.
"Maybe a good spanking is what you need," he roared, raining blows
down.
Amanda tried to bring her arms and hands behind her to cover her
ass, but that just pleased Richard more. He now came up behind Amanda,
then thrust in, hard and full and deep.
Amanda screamed in pain and terror. She screamed even louder as
her father started to slowly go in and out of her ass.
Richard couldn't believe how much tighter Amanda's ass was. He was
in a lot of pain as he started to thrust in and out, but it was soon
easier as he got used to the grip of her on him.
Amanda was devastated. She couldn't believe what her father was
doing. Not only had he raped her, but now he was violating her most
secret part. Her crying and tears mixed with her screams.
Richard had been right. He felt the rush gathering already, after
only a dozen strokes. He peaked now, his seed shooting deep in Amanda's
ass, his young, blonde daughter, moaning and screaming.
Richard lay on top of his daughter, his manhood still in her. He
started whispering in her ear.
"Now that was something to go to the police about, you little
slut."
Richard stood. He heard the door open. Melody stood there, eyes
wide in shock.
"My God! Amanda! What happened?"
Melody rushed in, going to the bedside of her daughter.
"Oh, I fucked her," said Richard. "But she didn't like it, and now
she's crying about it."
Amanda started to cry in her mother's arms, melody's face red with
anger as she turned to Richard.
"Get out of here!" she screamed. "Get out of this house! Now!"
Richard stared at his wife, then his daughter.
"I don't think so, whore."
He now came forward. Melody tried to lift off the bed, but had
Amanda's body weight on top of her.
Richard saw the struggle his wife was having. He waited until she
stood. As she turned to him, he slapped her. He started to slap his
wife, holding her by her long blonde hair. He gave a final loud slap,
and she fell back, landing on Amanda, knocking the breath out of her
daughter.
Richard smiled. This was just too good. He reached under Melody's
skirt, and ripped off her panties.
"Let's see if you are as good as your daughter," Richard said
viciously. He turned Melody over, then ripped up her skirt.
"No, Richard! I said no! You bast---Noooooo!"
Richard now thrust in Melody's ass. He went slowly, making sure
his wife was forced to feel him. He knew she hated this part of sex, and
he could now teach her a lesson. He started to thrust in and out, Amanda
lying under her mother.
Melody had forgotten one of her bags. She had changed her ticket,
and would be leaving on the last flight. She had walked in, then heard
the thunderous screams of Amanda. When she heard Richard talking, she
had started to cry as she opened the door.
Now Melody was crying in pain and shame.
"Amanda! Lick mommy!"
Both Amanda and Melody were shocked. They just couldn't believe
this was happening. But it was. Amanda's tears again filled her face as
she was forced under her mother, and she started to lick.
Richard felt the force gathering in his groin, and he was deciding
just how to make it special, to force both women to be his slaves. He
smiled as he came up with a plan.
"I changed my mind. Amanda, get up here!"
Amanda didn't like the hateful stare of her father, She knew he
had something bad in mind, something she was sure she wouldn't like.
She was right.
"Get side by side with mommy."
Melody had started to relax when Richard pulled out of her
backside. Now she shrieked as he thrust in her ass. Richard only went
five strokes.
Then he pulled out and went to Amanda. She shrieked as he thrust
in and out, going five strokes.
Then he switched back and forth, slowing his groin. Amanda's
amazing tightness was offset with Melody's much firmer, fuller, looser
ass.
He knew his peak would be mind blowing, but he also wanted it to
be memorable to his wife and daughter. He felt the force gathering
quickly as he went in and out of Amanda's ass.
He pulled out, then stood before both.
"Both of you look at me."
He stared in the teary, frightened eyes of Melody and Amanda as he
stroked himself. He peaked now, his seed going just where he hoped, some
on Amanda, some on Melody.
Both lay crying as he hummed to himself. The mother and daughter
were in tears as they curled into each other's arms on the bed. Richard
came to the bedside. Both Amanda and Melody screeched as he thrust a
finger in each of their asses.
"What time is dinner?" Richard roared.
Melody knew then her job was going to end.
"In about an hour," she gasped, her pain evident.
"I think you should get to bed early," he yelled at Amanda.
"Yes, daddy," she moaned, tears again in her eyes.
"Let's go take a shower," said Richard. He pulled his finger out
of each and stood. Melody stripped slowly, Amanda shedding what remained
of her tee shirt.
Richard? He smiled as he watched the asses of both his wife and
daughter jiggle as they slowly made their way to the bathroom. He felt
himself starting to harden again.
The bathroom filled with shrieks as he closed the door.
**********
Buffy groaned as she walked up the walk to the house. She had been
tired from work, but the young redhead had gone to the dance club
anyway. Now her feet hurt, and she knew she was a bit drunk.
Craig watched his daughter through the window. Tonight, he had
been frustrated by his new girlfriend, and he needed satisfaction. Since
his wife had abandoned them years before, it had been Buffy who had
doted on him. Now, he was going to teach her what it meant to be a real
woman.
Buffy opened the door, then felt herself thrown in. The light
stayed off. Buffy looked up from the floor.
"Dad? What-"
Craig slapped Buffy, then brought out his hardness. Buffy gasped,
and tried to shake her head, but Craig held her steady as he forced her
mouth on him. He wrapped his hands in her short, red hair and he started
to pump himself in and out of her mouth.
Buffy was in shock. Not only was she being forced to suck a man,
but that man was her own father. She tried to cry out, but her father
had her head pinned to his groin.
Craig felt like he was in heaven. Buffy's mouth was wet and hot,
and just the feel of the back of her throat was exciting him. He thrust
his prick in and out harder and faster.
Buffy felt herself almost choking as her father continued to work
himself in and out of her mouth. This couldn't be happening!
But it was. Craig thrust his manhood in and out of her mouth
faster and faster, and he gave a soft groan as he came, his seed going
down the throat of his lovely young daughter.
Craig now pulled his manhood from her mouth. The house was filled
with Buffy's crying now, her anguish obvious.
But Craig was oblivious. He had needed a release, and he had
gotten it. Buffy had no chance, but he didn't care about that right now.
Right now, he cared about the fact that her cries were exciting him. He
started to get hard again.
"Be quiet," he yelled. "I need this."
He now lay on top of Buffy, forcing a kiss. She tried to struggle
with him, but he had taken advantage, and she was helpless. She felt his
hands on her breasts, and she tried to slap him.
"Leave me alone," she screamed.
In answer, the blouse now came off with a loud rip, followed by
the satin bra.
"You have great tits," said Craig. "Why hide them?"
He sucked one nipple into his mouth, then the other. His hands
were soon on the move downward. He came to the waistband of her skirt.
Buffy's hands gripped those of her father's.
"Please don't do this," she pleaded.
Craig wasn't listening. He ripped downward, the flimsy skirt in
his hands. He stared down. Buffy's red pubic hair overflowed her small
pair of beige bikini panties. He brought one hand down, then ripped them
off.
"Don't, daddy! Please!" pleaded Buffy.
Craig stared down between Buffy's legs. Her mound was small,
tight, compact and covered with a wonderfully thick carpet of red hair.
He slid his hand down the crease, listening to Buffy as her crying
increased.
"oh, God! Daddy! Please! Why?"
Craig took Buffy's thighs in his hands and he spread her open. He
watched the valley between her legs open, the red fuzz still thick. He
now slowly started to move forward.
Buffy's crying turned into screams of terror as her father entered
her. Being drunk as well as dry, the pain spread quickly. Craig kept
stroking in and out, determined to stay between Buffy's thighs, whether
she wanted him there or not.
Buffy tried everything to shake her father off her, but he kept
stroking in and out. She continued to plead with him, trying to make him
feel the guilt that he no longer felt.
Craig knew that Buffy would be a good fuck, and he was right. He
continued to go in and out of his daughter. Even without her help, he
could tell he was close. He never slowed his frenzied fucking as he went
faster and faster in and out of his daughter.
Buffy heard her father gasp, then moan, seeing him go rigid above
her. She could feel that he had come. She renewed her struggles now,
trying to get her father off her.
Craig lay on top of Buffy, a smile on his face. He felt relaxed,
even considering the fact that it was his own daughter he had fucked.
His manhood had gone soft, and he now pulled it from Buffy, allowing it
to nestle between her legs, allowing it to be tickled by her thick red
bush.
Buffy lay crying, her own shock and anger still evident.
"Now that was a good fuck," Craig enthused. "Why be upset? You
fuck guys almost every day."
"But you are my father!" screamed Buffy in a hysterical voice.
"That's right," Craig thundered now. "You are my daughter, and
you'll do as I say!"
With that, he started to slap Buffy, until the petite redhead was
nearly unconscious. He turned her over, and he now came up behind her.
"Ohhhh! My Gooooddd! Nooooo!" she screamed, as Craig grasped her
hips, then thrust in her ass.
Buffy's tears flowed again as Craig started to go in and out of
her ass. Buffy screamed, but it was no use. Her father simply didn't
care about the pain he was causing her.
Craig went faster and faster. Though he had already peaked twice,
he was surprised at just how quickly he was recovering. He knew that he
could not last much longer. He started slapping Buffy's ass.
The blows on her ass were a surprise to the redhead, but she knew
her father wouldn't stop now until he was through using her. She cried
in frustration, wondering what would happen.
Craig quickened his stroke, and he peaked again, more of his seed
inside his daughter.
Craig lay on top of Buffy, feeling himself soften and leave her.
He nuzzled her neck, reveling in her soft, red hair and her moist skin.
"That was great," he said. "In fact, that was so good, I think
we'll start doing that every night."
Buffy's hysterics worsened.
"But I am your daughter," cried Buffy. "It's wrong."
"I d on't care," said Craig. "You and I WILL fuck, like it or not."
Craig stood, then started to get dressed.
"Go to bed," he ordered. "You look like a whore. But then, come to
think of it, you are one."
Craig whistled as he walked away, Buffy's tears more frantic than
ever as she went to her room.