Brad Harris - Raped daughter

She wouldn't have to tell him, though. Shit, all she'd have to do was walk into the malt shop tucked under his arm. That would scare all three of them right out of their pants. She twisted around in the front seat, glancing back at the expression of concern on both faces in the back of the car.

"All right, baby," Anton called over to her as he stopped the car a half-mile down the road from her house. "You get out here. I don't want you going in all mad while we're parked out front. You just might be stupid enough to yell for help."

"I don't have to," she said as she stepped out and looked back into the car. "I don't have to yell for anybody. I know one big guy who's going to be madder than hell at missing his afternoon pussy. When I admit that I was with the three of you, then he'll find you."

She spun and walked away. She waited to hear the car spin back off along the road. The boys sat for a minute, however, then finally turned around and went back away from town. Connie walked along the side of the road, trying to get over the recent ordeal. She kept telling herself that they hadn't really hurt her, that she could still go ahead with her plans for the evening. Somehow, though, she wasn't in the mood. She just didn't feel up to another fuck yet.

"Where have you been?" Jud asked as she came in the front door. "Dad was worried about you. He started out mad at not having his dinner. When you still didn't come back, he got worried and went out looking for you."

"I thought I had a ride home," she told her brother. "I accepted a ride with a friend of mine. He wouldn't bring me borne, though. He just kept driving. We drove all over the county, I guess. I finally persuaded him to bring me home."

"What's the matter!" Jud asked, apparently accepting the lie, "wouldn't you put out for him?"

"Not my type!" she snapped, then laughed and slapped the boy on his ass.

She went back to her room and slipped out of her clothes. Tossing a robe around her shoulders, she went into the bathroom and drew a full tub of hot, hot water. As she nestled her aching body into the deep suds, Jud tapped on the door.

"I'm going over to Jerry's," he called to her. "I'm spending the night with him so we can go fishing early tomorrow."

"By the way," he added after she acknowledged his message, "Matt Robertson was over, looking for you. He said to tell you he'd be by tomorrow." The little brunette leaned back against the tub, and felt her body relaxing and glowing, it was all working beautifully. Matt did want to fuck her again. That was fabulous. She not only wanted another taste of his magnificent piece of meat, she also wanted to take one short walk through town with him. She wanted to walk through the door of the malt shop with the hulking monster's arm around her "Anyone home?"

She heard her dad's voice vibrating through the house. He was back! She was a little bit afraid of him tonight. She was sure that he wouldn't buy her story as easily as Jud had. Neither was she certain how he would react to the truth.

She swallowed the lump in her throat and called out from the tub that she was home safely She lay back, trying to gather courage to finish her bath and go to face him. She never got the chance. His heavy steps came down the hail and paused for only a moment at the door. Then he hurled the door open and stepped inside. His eyes blazed with anger as he stepped over and stood above her.

"Where the hell have you been?" he demanded.

His eyes seemed to blink as he realized that she was naked. They blinked a moment, then seemed unable to turn away from the soft, luscious curves of her body. Connie lay stretched out in the tub, her lovely young body totally revealed in all its loveliness to him. She smiled up at him as sweetly as she could manage.

"It's a long story," she answered in a low whisper.

"I'll bet!" he snapped. "I'll just bet it's a long story! It was probably a long cock! Right?"

"No!" she gasped. "Ohhh, Daddy! If you think I'm like that…" Connie pulled the trick she had been able to work on her father all her life. She cried. She forced tears up into her eyes and looked up at him helplessly. She saw him soften, saw him look at her heaving tits, at the luscious V of her crotch, then back at her eyes again. He swallowed, tried to mumble something, then spun around and left the room.

The little brunette finished her bath and toweled herself dry. She went into her bedroom and borrowed some of Leila's cologne, daubing it extravagantly over her body. She slipped into her softest, flimsiest robe and stood in front of the mirror to comb her hair. She was horny again. She was as eager to be fucked as she had ever been.

"Daddy?" she called to him as he sat glumly in front of the TV.

Bob Mason looked up at his youngest daughter as she slipped over to him. She was lovely! She was radiant! Her dark hair glowed from her brushing. Her creamy skin appeared even more beautiful beneath the thin robe. Her ripe tits thrust against the nylon, their nipples clearly revealed against the material. She knelt in front of him and pressed her tits against his knees, her soft eyes looked up at him. The tears were gone. Instead, there was a soft, misty quality in them. He swallowed hard, unable to comprehend how she could be so completely desirable. He felt a quiver of guilt that his cock was tingling so wildly. He tried to ignore the ache in his hands to get them on those luscious tits.

"Still mad at me?" Connie asked in her softest, sweetest voice.

Her hands caressed along his legs, then along his thighs. Damn! Did the little fluff of a girl realize what she was doing to him? He tried to fight his rising desire for her. He tried to ignore how soft her tits felt against his legs, how deliciously they rolled upward and almost burst over the top of her robe. He tried to forget how the sight of her pussy had excited him when he burst into the bathroom.

Damn! Too bad she wasn't Leila! If she was going around fucking every man in town like Leila, then he would have her in bed in ten seconds. This wasn't Leila, though. This was Connie. This was his soft little Connie. He watched her as she laid her head across his legs. Her hands reached gently upward, farther along his thighs. She was giving him a hard-on. Damn! She had his cock already hard and throbbing. Her hands kept getting closer and closer as she caressed him. How much could he be expected to take?

"Daddy?" the brunette asked again as her hands were almost against his swollen cock. "Daddy, why don't you do it to me like you did it to Leila?"

Bob gasped in shocked surprise. He had no doubt what she was talking about. The way she was caressing right up against his pulsing prick, she meant only one thing. He tried to convince himself that it was just her youth, just her innocence. He couldn't, though. He couldn't tell himself that as her fingers began tracing the length of his cock beneath his trousers.

"Please, Daddy!" she pleaded, her, eyes wide and hopeful. "Fuck me, too. I want to love you just as much as Leila. Please let me."

"Th-That's not exactly love, he stammered. "Honey, I was drunk that night with your sister."

"But you weren't the next two nights," Connie answered him. Her hands reached for his zipper and slowly pulled it downwards. "I've decided that what you've really been needing is a decent fuck. You can't get it at the tavern. You can't get it running around with Rubin Peabody. You can get it at home. Leila and I can give you all the fucking you can handle. Good fucking, too."

He swallowed hard, his body exploding with the desire to accept her offer.

Still, though, he forced himself to hold back. She reached inside his pants and caught his sweating pecker. She pulled it out and began to lovingly pump along the, throbbing shaft.

That was too much. That was more than any man could take. She was too beautiful, too inviting. He came up from his chair. He lifted his curvy young daughter in his arms and walked quickly back to his bedroom. He eased her onto the bed and began removing her gown while she writhed deliciously beneath his touch.