Brad Harris - Raped daughter

"See!" be gloated. "I told you it would be this way. You like it, huh? You like having that fat old cock opening your pussy up so wide. Sure you do! All girls do! You fuss and cry, but you like it!"

He bent so he could get at her tits, sucking and lapping the rolling mounds of soft flesh. He sucked firmly at one nipple, then switched to the other. His cock trembled in delight at the tightness of her pussy around it. The teenager could feel him getting more excited than ever. He was slamming his body into her with each powerful thrust of his prick. She gasped at the violence of his assault, fits and pussy aching from his unfeeling treatment of her.

Damn him! Damn the drunken bastard! Connie felt her anger rising once more.

Then she cooled her wrath and tried to think rationally about her plight. The son of a bitch was going to fuck her. Hell, he already was fucking her! She needed to encourage him. As soon as she could get him to orgasm, then he'd leave her alone. She forced herself to respond physically to his driving cock.

She hunched her ass, sliding her pussy along the rampaging cock. She arched her back and thrust her fits against his face, rolling them around as she heard him begin to pant and gasp.

"Ohhhh, baby!" he groaned. "Ohhhh, you sure do things to a man! What a hell of a piece of tail! Damn! That a honey of a tail!"

His pecker trembled violently inside her cunt, then began to lunge beyond control. Connie felt his jizz come surging through the pulsing shaft. She waited for a moment, then cried out as his hot semen spurted into her cunt.

"Oooooeeee!" she panted. "Let it come! Pour it into me!"

Rubin balled away, perspiration beading across his forehead. His whole body shook frantically as he gunned his ecstatic prick into her cunt. He unloaded, trying finally to squirt just a few more drops of oozing cum.

"Aaaaiii!" he moaned. "Ahblth! There it is, little girl! There's a real flick for you!" Connie felt his relax on top of her. His body sagged heavily down against her. She slipped to the side and unburdened herself of his weight. A satisfied smile played across his lips. The bastard was proud of himself. He was prouder than hell of himself. The girl opened her mouth, almost telling him that she had gotten. a better fuck from a twelve-year-old. At least Jud had almost brought her to orgasm. This drunken old man hadn't even come close. She caught herself before she made that mistake. Hell, if she told him that, he would insist on fucking her again. He would be determined to stay here fucking her all night until she said he was the best. She clamped her lips tightly shut and looked away from his sickening smile.

"Listen to me, girl," he said suddenly. "You be sure you don't tell anyone about this, you know what I mean?"

"You mean Dad?" she asked, watching his face now, hoping to see some apprehension come into his eyes. "You afraid he'll beat the shit out of you if he finds out?"

"No," he answered. "I'm afraid he might try to. Nobody beats up on old Rubin.

He'd. try and I'd just have to take a gun to him. You want to keep your Daddy alive? Then you better make damn sure he don't come after Rubin."

Connie watched him as he pulled his pants back on. He looked down at her and grinned.

"Damn, you're a pretty piece of ass," he laughed. "Looking at you there makes me want to do it all over again. I guess I've given you enough of a lesson, though. That's enough for the first time."

He patted his cock and walked out of her room. Connie listened to his footsteps going down the hail. She waited until the front door slammed. Then she slowly got up and went into the bathroom. She wanted to wash all the touch of that drunken son of a bitch off her body as soon as possible.

Connie had lain awake most of the night. Even after Leila came home, she lay awake, trying to figure a way to get even with Rubin Peabody. She was sure that she would. She only had to work out the method. She'd see to it that the drunken old bum regretted the night he had stuck his dirty pecker into her soft pussy.

She wouldn't tell her dad. That was too risky. She didn't want her dad getting shot by a frightened Rubin. Neither did she want him going to jail because he had killed Rubin first. No, it would have to be some other way. She mulled over all sorts of possibilities. She was sure that Matt Robertson or some other boy like Matt would beat the old man up for payment in pussy. She would use that as a last resort, however.

The next morning she still hadn't come up with a satisfactory solution. She slipped out of her bed, careful not to waken her sleeping sister. Her father was already in the kitchen, drinking a cup of coffee while his slice of ham fried on the stove. Connie poured herself a cup and smiled over at her dad.

"I could have fixed your ham," she told him. "Why didn't you wait for me to get up?"

"No need for you to worry so about honey," he answered her.

Connie looked at him sharply. This wasn't like him, not this warm, gentle voice. This was the way he used to be, years ago, His eyes were different, too, as they looked at her. He smiled at his lovely daughter, clearly proud of the way she was growing into such a beautiful young woman. The way he looked at her, the way he spoke to her, made Connie want to run to him. She felt an impulse to climb in his lap and cuddle herself against him. Instead she stepped over and kissed him on the forehead.

"Rubin Peabody was by last night," she told him. "He couldn't find you at the tavern."

"I didn't go to the tavern," he answered. "I didn't feel like I wanted to be with that crowd last night."

Connie didn't ask him to explain. She was too relieved that he had ducked out on Rubin and the pussy-chasers that collected together at night. She fried them two eggs. Her dad didn't speak until they were almost finished. Then he looked out the window and spoke more to himself than to her.

"Poor old Rubin," he mused. "Rubin can't get any unless I'm around. If he was left to himself, he'd never get a piece of tail the rest of his life."

Connie almost choked on her slice of toast. She quickly drank her coffee and covered her surprise. After her dad left for work, she sat pondering his strange comment. Maybe there was something in what he had told her. Maybe there was some answer here for her vengeance.

"What are you day-dreaming about?"

Connie looked up in surprise at her sister. Leila stood in the doorway, her long black hair tousled from sleep, her eyes bleary but smiling. The taller girl patted her little sister on the ass as she walked over and poured herself a cup of coffee.

"Just wondering about something," Connie answered, watching the way Leila's luscious body was displayed in the nylon dressing gown. "Dad made a comment about Rubin, said that Rubin couldn't get any on his own."

"Probably right," Leila agreed. "Can you imagine any woman putting out for Rubin Peabody?"

"That's why he's always hanging around Dad?" the younger brunette asked. "He was by here last night looking for Dad."

Leila suddenly broke into a radiant smile. Connie gasped at the happiness which suddenly flooded over her sister's face. Her eyes communicated her confusion.

Leila laughed and reached across to pat the girl's hand affectionately.

"I'll explain it to you one of these days," she assured Connie. "I'll tell you all about it someday."

The memory of the two of them fucking away in her dad's bed suddenly flashed through the teen-ager's mind. It had something to do with that. She didn't know how, but it was sure to have something to do with that fuck. Dad had screwed Leila one night and stayed away from Rubin the next. Damn! There was a way here to get even. She would have to take a little time, she would have to know a little more, but Connie knew she had her answer.