Mike knew he should have never agreed to the apartment for his daughter Michelle. Though he knew she was a responsible woman, she was still only 18, and not ready for the responsibility. Her golden hair, pretty eyes and outgoing disposition had always drawn everyone in, even her father. His wife had been livid when he told her of the purchase, but his daughter had hugged and kissed him as he handed her the keys, and that had made it all seem worthwhile.

Mike had a passkey, just in case his daughter lost hers, or there was an emergency. Mike was heading there now, just to check on his daughter and make sure she was all right.

Michelle sat on the couch, with a beer in one hand, a vibrator in the other. Another lonely Saturday night, she thought wistfully, as she started to focus on the adult movie she had rented.

Mike walked quickly and quietly up the walk. He didn't want to disturb the neighbors. He just wanted to make sure his little girl was all right.

He used his key without even knocking on the door. If Michelle was home, he didn't want to disturb her.

Michelle ran the vibrator up and down the line of her mound. The golden hair shone in the light, and she was so wet. She moaned.

Mike heard the moan, and he came towards the living room, coming to a dead stop when he looked in. He couldn't believe his eyes. His own daughter was masturbating, and she was doing it well. He unzipped his pants.

Michelle worked the vibrator up and down, then dug around with it.

Though she was a virgin, she knew from her friends just how to masturbate. It was something she liked to do.

Mike wasn't sure how long he could take the sight of his own daughter as she ran the vibrator up and down, then brought it to her lips and sucked on it. He started in the room, glad for the loudness of the movie his daughter was watching.

Michelle moaned again, more loudly this time, as she felt her emotions start to run and flow. She imagined the vibrator to be several of the boys she had dated, but had never been to bed with.

Mike watched Michelle as her head shook, her golden hair flying everywhere. He could tell from the look on her face just how into the moment she was, and he waited. He didn't want to interrupt his daughter.

Michelle came now, thrusting against the vibrator, moaning and crying out her pleasure.

Mike came around to the front of Michelle then. She didn't see him right away , for her eyes were closed. When she did finally open them, she saw the hardness. She looked up in shock at her father.

"Daddy, I-mmf"

Mike grabbed the back of Michelle's head, and he started ramming his manhood in and out of her mouth. He couldn't believe just how good it felt as he went faster and faster. The look of shock on Michelle's face was a good one as well.

Michelle didn't know what to do. She had been so happy when she came, and now her own father was making her choke and gag as he forced himself down her throat. She tried to escape, but he just kept pulling her closer.

Mike went faster and faster. He knew he would have to work quickly, for his insides were exploding. His own daughter.

Michelle tried to scramble away, to draw her face and head away.

But her father's grip on her head, her hair twirled in his fingers, kept her where she was.

The choking, the gagging, the tears, the shocked look, the straggly hair, it all added up to a lot of excitement, and Mike smiled as he came, sending wave after wave down the throat of Michelle. He held himself in place, determined to make sure she swallowed all of him, which she did now.

He now loosened his grip on her head, and he slowly, deliciously, pulled his manhood out of her mouth. He heard Michelle start to cry even as he felt himself wilt.

"Daddy!" she bawled. "Why?"

This was a question for which Mike had no answer. He watched Michelle curl up, and he liked what he saw. He knew Michelle was wet.

After all, he had just watched her masturbate. He now felt himself start to get excited again.

Michelle didn't know what was happening as her father took her legs and spread her, but as she looked at him, her face went pale, and she braced herself.

Mike thrust into Michelle, unprepared for the tightness.

"Ohhhh mmyyyyy gooooddd!" Michelle screamed. "No! Please! Ohhh nooo! Daddy!"

Mike thrust in hard and deep again. He felt the blood suddenly rush as he broke through Michelle's virginity. Mike began to wildly thrust. His head filled with several sensations. He couldn't believe his daughter was a virgin, but the tightness and blood told him she was. The screaming and the crying told him he had broken through, and the wild shaking of her head told him she definitely didn't like what he was doing.

Michelle felt herself in near shock. First she had to work on her father's manhood, now he had taken the only real thing she could ever give a husband. Michelle slapped her father as he tried to force as kiss.

"Bitch!" he yelled, slapping Michelle, then ramming even deeper.

Michelle screamed at every thrust of her father in and out of her. Mike went quickly, and he came now, Michelle milking him even as she fought him.

Michelle had thought her father would roll off her, but she was mistaken. She felt her father continue to go in and out of her.

Mike luxuriated in the feel of Michelle's bloody pussy. The thought he had taken Michelle's virginity was a powerful one. The feel of her golden flange on his manhood was exciting, and he knew he wanted more of his daughter.

"that was pretty damn good," he said as he lay on top of her.

"Better than women my age. You really know how to fuck."

Michelle almost screamed as she heard the words.

"You bastard!" she yelled as she started to cry in earnest. "You fucking bastard! I'm your daughter! You raped me!"

Mike smiled down at Michelle.

"I fucked you," he said proudly. "That's what I did. I fucked you.

You may not have liked it, but that's what I did, and I'm proud to be the man who took your cherry. You weren't very good with your mouth, but you made up for it with that great fuck."

Just talking this way, even if it was his daughter, started to excite Mike again.

"Get off me!" yelled Michelle. She could feel her dad start to get hard again, and she wasn't sure if she could take another ride like the one she had just been forced to endure.

"You don't order me around, bitch!" he yelled, slapping Michelle even as he pulled his manhood out of her mound. He looked down.

Michelle's virgin blood covered his groin area, her own golden mound hair stained as well.

Just the sight of Michelle's blood as it trickled down her lining made Mike even harder. He now watched Michelle roll over, and she started to cry. Her tears and shaking were an incredible thing to Mike, and the fact that her white ass, with small panty lines, was now staring him in the face helped. Mike smiled as he again moved to his daughter.

"Ohhh noooo!" Michelle screamed. "Oh my God! Noooo! Noo, pleasseee! Dadddy, nooo!"

Mike thrust in Michelle's ass. It was incredibly painful for both father and daughter. Michelle was a virgin here as well, and the tightness of her ass was even more pronounced than her mound.

Mike gasped at the pain. He tried to thrust further in Michelle, but he failed. He now decided to try and divert her attention. He pulled her long, golden hair, bending her back.

"I'm going to fuck your ass," he whispered. "You'll like it, too."

Michelle's crying started again, and Mike now was able to thrust hard and deep in Michelle's ass. Her screams were even louder now, her tightness even more obvious. Her head shook wildly, her hair everywhere as he rode in and out.

Michelle was so devastated. The incredible pain of the rape of her virgin mound seemed so little to compared to what was happening now.

This was unbelieveable. She screamed on nearly every thrust now, trying to make her father feel guilt he obviously didn't.

Michelle was right. Mike felt only enjoyment as he thrust faster and faster. He came now, only moments after entering his daughter, the feel of her incredible ass on him even as he shot off. She was so tight he continued to ride in and out of her even as his orgasm passed.

Michelle couldn't understand. She knew her father had come, yet he continued his relentless drive in and out of her ass.

Mike now slowed, then pulled his manhood from Michelle's ass. He looked down, watching her curl into a ball on the couch. He slapped her ass, then pulled her hair until she looked him in the face.

"You'll stay here and like it," he said, groping himself, waving his manhood in her face. "I think we just found out how you and I can grow closer. I'll be fucking you every chance I get."

Michelle's tears wet her face.

"But-"

Mike slapped Michelle.

"But nothing, whore," he said. "I'm going to spend the summer fucking that incredible ass of yours, and there's nothing you can do about it.

Michelle collapsed back to the couch even as her father dressed.

He looked at the vibrator, stared at his daughter, then turned and left the house.

The End