Kathy Harris: Hot niece, hot daughter

Bud pulled away from her and sat on his side of the seat, watching her as she began to cry harder and harder.

"Hey, uh, look, Barby, I gotta get going home," the boy said uncomfortably.

"Go ahead!" she said angrily, dressing again as quickly as she could.

She was still only half-dressed when she threw herself out of Bud's car and ran to the house, holding her panties and shoes against her naked tits. Her blouse was half open, revealing the lush mounds of tit-flesh, which jiggled lewdly as she ran.

She stood there in the living room, realizing that her mother and brother had already gone to bed, and wondering where her father and his buddy were.

She felt a surge of rage and she knew it was directed at her father, at the man who did not care about her.

"Dad, you bastard," she hissed, "where are you, Dad?"

Then she heard a sound from the kitchen and she moved in that direction. She peered around the door and saw the two men sitting at the kitchen table with a couple of beers before them.

They were talking about sex, and Barby felt a little tremor in her pussy as she realized that seeing her with Bud's cock stuck up inside her cunt had turned them both on.

She stared at the bulge tenting out against the crotch of her dads pants and she mooned softly, wanting more than anything in the world to walk right over to him and touch that bulge, to caress it and squeeze it and beg him to stick it into her.

She sighed and went into her own room. Tormented by her troubled thoughts and her lust-filled fantasies about her father, she sprawled across her bed, knowing that it was no use trying to sleep.

There was a soft knock on her door and then the next thing she knew, her father was standing there in her room, looking down at her.

"What is it, Dad?" she asked.

He closed the bedroom door behind him and moved slowly toward her bed. He sat down on the edge of her bed. Barby was still wearing her jeans and her half-opened blouse, and when her dad touched her leg, she felt naked, utterly exposed to him.

"What do you want?" she asked softly.

"It's about Hal, Barby," Clay said. "He wants something from you."

"What?" Barby asked, although she already knew the answer.

"He wants you to, uh, well, he wants…"

"He wants to fuck me!" she spat out.

Clay nodded his head and looked down at the floor.

"Well, I don't wanna fuck him, Dad," Barby said.

"I know, Barby," Clay said. "But he's been bugging me about this for a long time now and I owe him a lot of money. I owe him over a hundred dollars and he says that he'll forget all about that money if I just let him have you one time. Just one time, Barby, that's all you have to do. Is that so much to ask of you, my own daughter? I don't know how I'd ever pay him back if you won't do this for your dad."

Barby trembled all over with anger. All these years the man had treated Barby as if she were no more than a mere acquaintance to him. But now, when he wanted her to fuck with his good old buddy, he was calling her 'daughter' and acting all lovey-dovey!

"No, Dad," she said firmly. "I won't do it. I won't fuck with Hal! And you have no right to ask me to do that!"

She turned over and buried her face in her pillow, waiting for her father to leave her room.

"Damn you, Barby!" he growled. "You have to fuck Hal! I owe him more than a hundred dollars! That's a hell of a lot of money and you can pretend that you're a high-class prostitute, getting paid all that money for just one fuck!"

"But I'm not a prostitute!" the girl snarled. "I'm a little whore just like you called me! But I don't fuck for money!"

"Well, why the fuck not?" Clay asked nastily. "You might as well go out and become a prostitute. At least that way you'd have something to show for all your whoring around!"

"Forget it, Dad! I won't fuck Hal. I don't care how much you try to goad me into it!" Barby said firmly.

"Oh, yes, you will. I'm your dad and I tell you that you're going to fuck him. He's my best friend and I owe him this one," Clay said.

"No!" Barby yelled.

Clay moved quickly, snarling with anger as he grabbed the girl.

"You Goddamned little whore! You think you're too good for Hal? You think you're too good for your own dad's very best friend? Well, I'll show you! I'll make you fuck him and you'll like it too!"

As he grabbed her, she screamed and tried to fight him off with her fists but her father was much too strong for her. He ripped her blouse off as he crawled onto the bed with her.

As she struggled with him, Barby realized how perverted this was. He was her own father and yet he was offended because she would not fuck his best friend. Obviously, Hal meant more to him than she did.

She fought hard and tried to claw her father with her sharp fingernails, but he leaned over her, holding her hands down and spat right into her face.

She felt the big glob of spit on her face and she surrendered. She lay there on her bed and cried softly.

"You fucking little whore. You're my own daughter and don't you forget it. You have to do what I tell you to!"

Her blouse had been torn off and her tits were bared to her father's gaze. She wiped the spit off her face and sobbed while her father moved his rough hands over her, opening her jeans and trying to push them down her legs.

"Let me take them off, myself," she said softly, still crying a little.

He pulled away from her and she raised her hips and then her legs, pushing her jeans off. She kicked them off her bed and lay there, completely naked now.

She felt a surge of anger. She couldn't just lie there and let her father give her to Hal. She had to make a run for it!

She moved suddenly, but her father was too quick with her and he grabbed her with his strong hands.

"You're not going anywhere, you little whore!" he snarled.

"Yes, I am! I'm getting the hell out of here!" she cried, trying to fight his hold on her. "I won't let Hal fuck me!"

"Shut up, whore!" the man growled. "Hal's right outside and he can hear you. I don't want you to hurt his feelings."

"His feelings? His feelings! What about my feelings? I don't want to fuck him!" she cried tearfully.

"You ungrateful little whore!" Clay cried. He threw Barby over his knee and raised his hand, bringing it down hard on her naked ass. He began to spank her as if she were an unruly child. He spanked her hard, bringing his hand down again and again on her little naked ass and she squirmed and cried, trying desperately to get away from him as the heat of the spanking raced through her body.

It seemed to Barby that that heat was shooting into her cunt and making it wet with her flowing cunt juices. As her father continued to spank her, hurting her with his hand, she turned on more and more.

"You little bitch! You might as well be a prostitute and bring some money into this family for a change! But no! You're too good for that! Or so you think! So you fuck all those boys for free! You fuck only for yourself, you stupid little whore! You're selfish! And after everything we've given you!" the man snarled.

"You've given me nothing, you bastard!" Barby screamed. "Nothing but promises that you never keep!"

Her father stopped spanking her and he rested his hand on her ass. Barby sighed, enjoying the way his hand felt on her smarting, spanked ass. She moaned a little, feeling the hardness of his cock beneath her and she knew that the man was very much turned on to her, just as she was turned on to him.

And she knew, too, that at that moment, neither of them was thinking about Hal.

"That's not fair, Barby. YOU know I've never had much money to buy you a lot of things," the man said softly.

Barby knew that was true. But she also knew that he had just never cared to give her anything. And if he thought she was only talking about material things, then he really didn't understand her, for the kinds of things she had always wanted from her dad didn't cost any money at all.