"I want you to fuck me, Daddy," the blonde, girl told him, and Hamilton could, tell by the way she said the words that she genuinely meant them, "I want you to stick your dick into me and make me cream all over the place, I want you to fuck me. Daddy."
Like any good father, Hamilton Burns believed in giving his daughter whatever she wanted. And if she wanted him to fuck her, well, then okay! A second later little Daphne was squealing in delight as he pushed his hard cock up against her frothing pussy. He teased her cunt gently with his fingers and the tip of his organ until he was absolutely certain that her hole was juicy enough to be able to take his organ easily. Because he wanted this to be a gentle fuck, an easy fuck. He wanted his young daughter to experience pleasure at his hands, not pain.
"Mmmm," Daphne whispered ecstatically as his father took her gently by her plump buttocks and lifted her, draping her long shapely legs over his shoulders. His cock had a perfect target, practically a bulls-eye in fact. Then he slowly began to move the big shuddering knob towards the entrance of her softly trembling cunt. "What a beautiful pussy you are," he crooned to her lovingly. "You're my little girl, Daphne, forever and ever and ever you'll always be Daddy's little girl."
And as he spoke he was putting his penis into her. Her pussy was stretched by the size of his cock. She felt the walls of her cunt beginning to suck happily at the delicious new intruder. She rolled in rapture on the day bed as he thrust his glistening man-meat deeper and deeper into her. She clung to him and shook with increasing frenzy as he began to pump in slow, deep pistonlike motions of the cock.
"Yes, yes!" she screamed, ecstatic beyond belief. "That's what I want! Do it to me, Daddy, fuck me good!" He pumped his cock. He twisted his cock into her, literally screwing her. He made small circular motions with the well-trained tip of his mammoth prick that seemed to increase her soaring delirium.
Daphne closed her eyes and lay back, feeling his bigness within herself. She pulsated and quivered from the rapid spread of nerve-tingling sparks that seemed to literally shoot through her cunt and then on down her legs. Her tits seemed to burn. Her cunt seemed to ache. And her whole body throbbed with desire, crying out to be filled with the veritable flaming lava of his sticky hot come-sauce.
She began to pound up and down like some sort of a sexual jackhammer, reverberating with ever-increasing fervor. Up and down, up and down the greasy phallus went. The little girl shook wildly, ecstatically. Before she knew what was happening, she could feel an orgasm taking possession of her body. She throbbed and thrashed on the bed, pinned beneath her father and helpless to resist the onslaught of his cock. She was creaming, she was coming, she was having an orgasm!
She lay back, moaning softly at the thought of the experience. Oh, God, that had been good. She'd been to bed with dozens of boys, and they'd all been good, but none of them had ever been nearly as good as her own father. He was older, he'd been around longer, and that meant that he knew more ways of turning on a chick.
And the fact that he was her father, and not just any old guy, had significance for her as well. It meant that there was that added touch of intimacy in it, that little extra bit of feeling and sensual tenderness.
Daphne, had come to what was indeed the moment of truth in her sex life. She was fully aware now that sex with her father was infinitely more enjoyable, thoroughly more rewarding than sex with a bunch of rowdy, dirty teenage boys. She silently resolved to herself that from this moment on she would have sex with no man but her father... and that she would have sex with him as often as possible! She told him this, and he seemed to be very pleased to hear her saying it.
Hamilton Burns kissed his daughter softly. "Yes, darling," he told her, "thanks to my wonderful secretary I've come to realize that you and your sister Tricia are really ready for some nice grown-up sex. But I want you and your sister both to promise me that you'll never go to bed with anybody but me from now on. Because I love you both very much, Daphne, and I want to have you both all to myself!"
"I promise, Daddy," the little girl whispered, and she genuinely meant it. It was a promise that she would be very happy to keep, for it seemed to Daphne as though a lifetime of fucking and sucking with her big strong father would be the best of all possible worlds. "I promise," she repeated solemnly.
"I'm glad to hear it," he replied, and gave her soft rump an affectionate swat. "Now take your cloches and get upstairs and go to bed. You're a growing girl, and you've got to get plenty of sleep if you want to grow up big and strong. Good night, Daphne."
Daphne giggled, feeling three or four years younger than she actually was. She felt as though she were closer to her father now than she had ever been before, and she wanted that closeness to go on and on forever!
She got out of the bed obediently and began to scoop her clothing up off the floor where she'd put it. She had to bend over to pick them up, when she did so she was offering her father a magnificent view of her delightfully well-rounded ass. He swatted it again for luck and then sank back onto the bed. "Oh, and one thing more, Daphne," he called out in a lordly manner as his young daughter began to leave the room.
She turned back, and there was adoration in her eyes again. "Yes, Daddy?" she whispered breathlessly. "What is it?"
He grinned at her. "Before you go ups unlatch the bathroom door and send your sister to me. It's going to be her turn next!"
For a second Daphne hesitated. She didn't get off on the thought of sharing her father with big sister. Tricia was older than Daphne and better looking, and the little blonde girl was certain that in a sexual competition between the two of them she would have to come off second best to Tricia.
But she remembered her promise to her father, her promise to obey his every order unquestioningly. She blew him a kiss from across the room, whispered a final affectionate good-night, and then turned to go. A moment later she was gone.
Hamilton Burns sank back onto the softness of the day bed and closed his eyes. This was good. This was fucking damn good, he thought to himself. He felt better than he'd felt in years, possibly batter than he'd ever felt before in his life. It seemed to him now as though having sex with his daughters was the one true happiness that he had been searching for all his life, and that he had never found up until now.
But now that he had found it he certainly wasn't going to waste any time making the most of it.
He detected a movement at the other end of the room, and he turned to see who was there, even though he knew without looking that it was his other daughter, Tricia.
"Come in, Tricia," he said to her quietly.
CHAPTER FIVE
It had been extremely humiliating for Tricia to have been pushed into the bathroom by her father and then latched in, held captive. The latch on the outer side of the door had been put there many years ago by her father. When Tricia and Daphne had been very little girls their father had occasionally punished one or both of them by spanking them and then locking them inside the bathroom, in the dark for several hours. The bathroom was big enough for someone to take a shit comfortably, but not much else. It was dark and smelly and crowded and extremely humiliating. It reminded Tricia of the many times that she had been punished as a little girl, and hot tears of anger washed down her grief stricken face as the memories returned for the first time in so many years.
After what seemed like an eternity in that darkness there was a scrabbling at the latch, and then the door was opened, throwing a blast of light into the tiny room and temporarily blinding her. When Tricia could see again she discovered that Daphne was standing in the doorway. It seemed to the red haired girl that her younger sister had an extremely odd look on her face, an expression that Tricia couldn't read at all.
"Daddy told me to tell you that he wants to see you now," the blonde girl announced. "He's in the den." Dropping her voice to a friendly whisper, Daphne added: "Don't worry, Trish, it's okay. Just do whatever he tells you to do and everything will be all right from now on." And then a moment later Daphne was go
ne and Tricia was alone again.
The poor girl simply had no idea whatsoever of what to make of all this. She found herself walking zombie-like towards the room where her father was. What sort of diabolical fate, she asked herself, would her father have waiting for her there? What sort of punishment that her father had devised for her when she was younger, and again she felt as though she were a little girl again. She hated the thought. She had had a horrid childhood. That was why she had been in such a hurry to grown up, in such a hurry to prove herself a mature woman by fucking every cock in sight: because she wanted to get away from that miserable childhood as quickly as possible and become a fully-grown, adult young, woman. But the sheer degradation of having been locked inside the bathroom for so long had had an adverse effect upon her. Now she was beginning to feel like a helpless little girl all over again.
She left the bathroom, shaking and uneasy, and went to the den as she had been instructed by Daphne. Her father awaited her there. "Come in, Tricia," he instructed her calmly. "Do come in and close the door behind yourself. I'd like to have a few words with you, if you don't mind, that is."
Meekly, submissively the trembling redhead closed the door and stood miserably before her male parent, awaiting the punishment that she knew she so richly deserved.
Hamilton Burns shifted in his chair. He was enjoying this. Oh God, was he enjoying this! He loved his two daughters, just like any other devoted father, but for some reason he was genuinely getting off on making them squirm like this. He figured he knew why he liked it so much: it was the humiliation angle, the way he made his two children ashamed of what they had done. By doing this to them he reminded them that he was the powerful, all-knowing father figure, and that they had to obey his every word implicitly or else they would invoke his unending wrath.
"Now, then, Tricia," Hamilton went on, making only a token attempt to conceal the vast amount of pleasure that he was deriving from this, "I hope that you understand that you've done something wrong, something that you shouldn't have done, I hope you know that you've been a bad little girl."
"A bad little girl." The words stung Tricia like a slap across the face, and all of a sudden all the years of resentment and anger came rushing out of her. She hated this man, this inhuman bastard who had used to spank her, who locked her into dark rooms. She hated him more than she hated any other person or thing on earth. She could hear the ugly old bastard saying something else then, but she didn't bother to hear what it was. There was nothing this stupid fart could say that she had any interest in. "And another thing, you ungrateful little slut..." the voice of Hamilton Burns was saying...
"GO TO HELL!" a voice was yelling, and Tricia was startled to realize that the voice was her own. "Nobody wants to hear anything you have to say, you fat old shitface, so go fuck yourself with a cattle prod!"
For a long time it seemed as though the entire world had suddenly gone silent all at once. Tricia looked at her father, wondering how he would react to what she had just done. There was a startled look on his face as though his daughter had just whipped out a gun and shot him. Then, ever so slowly, ever so slowly and gradually, the look of pained amazement melted away and was replaced by raw, seething anger. Oh shit, Tricia thought to herself, oh fuckin' bloody shit. I'm in it for now. I'm really in for it now.
Hamilton Burns stood up very slowly and deliberately, and beckoned in the direction of his daughter. "Tricia," he said to her silently. "Tricia, come here."
Tricia did not want to obey. She felt that she had to turn and run, to get away from this man before he locked her in any more bathrooms. But there was no place to run to, no place to turn. "Tricia, come here," she could hear the horrible man repeating to her. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. I want you to come here!"
She did not dare obey him, but neither did she not dare disobey. She knew that sooner or later she would have to give in, she would have to submit. "Tricia, this is your father. Please come here this instant." There was a pause, a very long pause, and then the girl could feel her feet turning her around and bringing her towards her father. Run, shouted her mind, turn around and run your fuckin' ass off. But her body kept on dragging her forcibly towards the man.
Hamilton was pleased that his daughter had apparently learned to obey. "Very good, Tricia," she could hear him saying to her. "You've been a very bad little girl, I want you to realize that. I'm not going to hurt you, though, even though you've been bad. Even though you've been so bad that I would have every right in the world to do THIS!"
It happened to fast for her to resist. Two hands were shooting out at her and grabbing her, hoisting her into the air and then dropping her across her father's knees. She squealed in panic stricken terror as she knew what was going to come next, and tried to struggle, but one big hand was pinning her down, holding her captive. "I'm going to spank you, little bitch," she could hear her father saying. "I'm going to thrash your worthless little ass until it glows. I'm going to pound you good."
Tricia could feel the big hand sliding up beneath the skirt of her outfit, pushing it up around her armpits and exposing her bra and panties beneath. As soon as Hamilton Burns save those ripe delicious buttocks trapped within the filmy wisp of nylon and those luscious breasts straining tautly within the confines of the bra, he knew that he had to subdue this bitch. The very thought of it was satisfying to him, and he could feel his trembling phallus suddenly grow hard and firm within his trousers.
The red haired girl, pinned against his lap like that, could suddenly feel something coming to life between her father's legs, and she knew what it was. And she knew why. The thought of what was about to happen to her started her screaming all over again. Her father silenced her with a brisk slap across the buttocks.
"Keep quiet, you little bitch," he whispered hoarsely. "You keep your fuckin mouth shut and take what I give you, and you fuckin' well better like it." And then he was tearing at the fabric of her panties, ripping them to shreds and then flinging them aside. "I want that sweet little rump of yours. I'm going to have it right here and I'm going to have it right now." And with that he was spanking her anew.
She whined and moaned and writhed and twisted, but it was all to no avail. Time and again the hand flew out and down and spanked her bare behind. Again and again it fell, and each time it descended it sent a fresh spasm of hot searing agony into the young girl's ripe red buttocks.
Tricia sobbed and whimpered in abject humiliation. She hated this man, and she detested what he was doing to her. She wanted him to stop, but there was no way in the world that he would listen to her if she pleaded with him, and Tricia knew it.
The pain got worse, and she started to whimper. "Please," she entreated at last. "Please stop hurting me, Daddy. I can't take it any more. Please stop hurting me."
"Shut your slut mouth, you little bitch." Hamilton Burns practically spat the words out. "Why should I pay any attention to what a stupid little bitch like you had to say? I'm going to spank you good, little bitch, I'm going to spank you until you beg for more."
"But it hurts," Tricia whimpered, screwing up her eyes to keep the tears from coming out, "There's too much pain!"
Her father grinned sadistically. "There can never be too much pain for a worthless young slut like you. A little pain is good for you. It's what you deserve." He kept on pounding her remorselessly, battering his hard hand against the yielding mounds of her ass. "I suppose you really thought you were such a grown-up young woman, going to bed with every single boy you could find. I suppose that it really made you feel slick, and hip, and sophisticated. Well it made you look like the stupid little bitch that you are. Do you actually think that a single one of those boys gave a damn for you? If you think that you're crazy. You were nothing to them except another pussy to fuck and some titties to suck. You meant nothing at all to them. And you thought you were so smart, so grown-up, so sophisticated. You stupid little pussy. Oh, you stupid, stupid little pussy," And as he spoke he kept right on spanking her, he kept o
n exploding her hot little ass!
Something that her father said had struck a sore spot in Tricia. She began to realize that her father was actually right. She really had been desperately putting on an act, frantically trying to appear like a grown woman instead of the little girl that she was. And she was a little girl, Tricia knew now. Only seventeen years old, and barely out of puberty. She would still have quite a lot of growing to do before she could justifiably call herself a woman.
Hamilton Burns kept on spanking this haughty bitch until at last he figured that she had had enough. Suddenly he shot violently to his feet, and she shrieked in terror and surprise and tumbled to the floor. There was a sickening thud when she landed, and then she lay quite still.
Tricia's father laughed. "Get up, you stupid slut," he ordered her. "Stand up and take your medicine like the worthless little strumpet that you are."
Slowly the humiliated teenager got to her feet, and there was shame in her eyes. She did not dare look her father in the face, she was so humiliated and degraded. She contented herself to look down at his shoes, and felt herself extremely privileged to he permitted to gaze upon her father at all.
Burns was pleased at how nicely all of this was shaping up. Now, he decided, he was ready to enact the final stage of his plan. He had had his eye upon his older daughter for quite some time now, and had looked on with displeasure as she had grown haughtier and naughtier. He was determined to teach her a lesson, to put her in her rightful place as a little girl subservient to her father. And there was only one way to teach her that lesson permanently and effectively, and that one way was to fuck her. By force if necessary, but it was something that had to be done. For the girl's own good, it had to be done. Hamilton Burns, like any devoted father, was concerned about the welfare of his daughters and was determined to give them what they needed no matter what the cost. And what Tricia needed right now was a good, stiff cock. Rammed right into the place where it would do the most good.
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