Brad Harris - Raped daughter

"No!" she gasped aloud. "No!"

She didn't want the brutality of being raped. She did want to be taken against her will, though. She wanted to be sort of half raped, if that were possible.

Yes, that's what she wanted. That was it exactly. The little brunette lay back and dozed, imagining situations in which she could be fucked, fucked well, without having to agree to it beforehand.

She was roused by the voices which came from the front porch. Connie stirred disgustedly at the interruption of her reverie. She listened, recognizing the slurred speech of her father. He was drunk again, drunk and staggering home.

She listened to see if he had a woman with him. He was sure talking to someone out on the porch.

Connie got out of the bed and walked to her window. She stood at the edge of the drapes and peered around them. The small opening of her window allowed her to hear more of the conversation. Her father was standing in front of Leila, and he was angry. Connie strained to hear what they were talking about.

"I'll fuck whoever I like!" the tall brunette was insisting. "I don't tell you who to stick your cock into. Don't try to tell me who I can spread my legs for."

"I'll just bet you will!" Bob Mason shouted. "You'll fuck anything with a cock!"

"Why not?" Leila asked, angrily leaning towards him. "You run that meat of yours in any hole that's available!"

Mason suddenly, grabbed for the girl. He reached out and caught her by the arm, pulling her against himself. His eyes blazed down at her. His breath was heavy, alcohol and lust combining to make his breathing labored and thick.

"Let's just see how good you are," he muttered. "Let's see what you've been spreading around for every man in town."

He caught the top of her dress in one hand and pulled it open with a quick motion. Leila's tits shone softly in the moonlight. Her lacy bra reflected the light, lifting the gorgeous breasts before his greedy eyes. Connie felt a shudder of anxiety run through her body as she stood at the window watching.

She gasped as she saw his big hand reach for one luscious tit, reach down and cover it with a lascivious caress.

"That's better tit than you've had your hands on in a hell of a long time,"

Leila taunted him. "You sure you know what to do with decent pussy?"

"You little bitch!" he snorted. "You want to find out what I can do with your pussy? All right, baby, you'll find out. You'll find out the hard way!"

He pulled her bra free and began groping both tits with anxious hands. His leg came up between his daughter's legs and rubbed against her pussy as he pulled her more tightly against himself. Then, with a suddenness that caught the peeping little brunette by surprise, he swept Leila up in his arms and turned towards the house. Leila's naked tits rubbed against his chest. Her dress was up around her waist, revealing the loveliness of her thighs and ass as he walked to the door.

"Fight him!" Connie whispered from the window. "Don't just let him do it!"

Her sister couldn't hear her, of course. Anyway, it looked as though Leila was content to let it all happen. The young woman wasn't struggling at all. In fact her arms were around her father's neck as she held herself against him. Connie lost sight of them as they went to the door. She beard her father kick the door open, heard his steps coming heavily down the hall, then heard the door to his room open to the solid touch of his foot.

The young brunette stood frozen in shock as she waited to hear more sounds coming from his room. She expected Leila to scream, to cry out for help.

Instead, she heard nothing. Connie's breath was coming in short gasps al she slipped from the window and eased quietly across her room. She cracked the door and listened for a moment, then walked into the hall.

Her father had not taken the trouble of closing his door. She could slip along the hallway and stand just outside his room to watch them. Connie was not sure what gave her such a strong desire to watch. Maybe it was to be sure that Leila wasn't hurt. Perhaps it was simply curiosity. For whatever reason, the petite brunette leaned against the wall and let her eyes get accustomed to the darkened bedroom.

Bob Mason already had his daughter's clothes off. He stood beside the bed, removing the remainder of his own. His cock stood hard and trembling in front of him. Connie gasped at the size of his immense prick. His thick shaft curved upward to a huge bulging head. Bob patted the knob affectionately and looked down at the soft body of his daughter.

"All right, baby," he whispered hoarsely. "Let's see if you fuck half as good as you tease."

He climbed over Leila's luscious body and lowered himself onto her. His great cock rammed between her thighs and pushed against the quivering lips of her pussy. His hands groped hungrily at her swollen tits, fingering and thumbing her nipples until he had them hard and glowing. He bent his body so he could get his mouth over one. Connie watched the muscles in his jaws as he began to suck lustily on the shimmering jug. His hand pulled the lovely globe forward as his mouth twisted over the nipple, tonguing and sucking as his daughter began to moan softly.

"Ooohhh, Daddy!" Leila gasped. "Ohhhh, that's not bad. That's not bad at all!"

"Hell, baby!" he laughed, lifting his face for a moment. "You're just getting the opening ceremonies. I don't even have my prick inside your pussy yet. You wait! You just wait!"

His mouth plunged back down onto her tits, twisting and turning as he kissed the gorgeous knockers eagerly. He kissed and sucked on each tit, then began grunting as he shoved his anxious cock harder against her pussy. Connie gasped at the force of his assault, caught her breath at the sight of the monstrous cock burying itself suddenly into Leila's soft, yielding cunt.

"Ahhh!" Bob Mason panted. "That gets it inside your cunt! Now you'll find out what a real fuck feels like!"

He began thrusting slowly, moving his huge prick back and forth inside her soft cunt. The velvet lips seemed to cling to the hard shaft as he flicked her slowly and sensually. His heavy cock-head rubbed her clit into glowing eagerness. The girl's young body twisted and throbbed in response. Leila's ass trembled as she hunched upward to take more of her father's juicy cock into her pussy. She rolled her huge tits against his chest, letting her passion-hardened nipples rub sensually against him, flipping over his own male nipples until he was shaking frantically from her responding lust.

"Ohhhh, baby!" he gasped. "No wonder the men are always hanging around you with hard-ons. You've got the sweetest pussy I've been in in a long lime! Damn!

You're almost as good a piece of tail as you claim."

"Stop talking and get to fucking!" Leila whispered up to him. Her wide lips curled sensually into a lustful smile. "Let me feel that gorgeous meat! Come on! Fuck me! Give me a good balling!"

She wrapped her legs around his waist, lifting her ass to give him greater access to her gushing pussy. She rolled them around on the bed, her body jerking and pulsing to the rising excitement of their flick. Her hands roved over his body, taunting and teasing and urging him to greater and greater vigor. Her father panted heavily as he lucked her with increased frenzy. He reached beneath her beautiful ass and began to roll her buttocks. His cock drove harder and harder into her pussy, twisting around to increase the fantastic sensation that was flooding through him.

"Uhhhh!" he panted. "Uhhhh! Uhhhh!"

"That's the way!" Leila screamed at him. "That's the way to ride me! That's the way to ball me! Let's go, Daddy! Fuck me! Ohhhh, fuck me! Fuck! Fuck!"

"Damn right!" Bob gasped. "Fuck your sweet pussy! Ohhh, what a hell of a sweet cunt! What a sweet fuck!"