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.

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