Kathy Harris: Hot niece, hot daughter

Clay groaned with excitement as he tasted the sweet honey pouring from the teenager's cunt. He had sucked a lot of pussies in his time, but he had never tasted any as sweet as Barby's. He moved his tongue from her clit, lapping along the tight walls of her cunt, and finally thrusting it into her fuckhole.

"Aieeeee!" Barby screamed, feeling as though her dad were fucking her with a miniature cock. She loved it!

Clay's tongue left the girl's pussyhole and moved again to her pulsing clit, pressing it, teasing it, licking it, even nibbling on it, until she came again.

"Ahhhh! Commmiiinnngg!" she yelled as she saw bright flashes of color behind her closed eyelids. She came hard, her fuck-juices pouring from her small, tight pussyhole and into her dad's mouth.

Groaning, Clay eagerly lapped up the girl's cuntjuice, licking and licking until he had swallowed every drop of the delicious-tasting girt-cum.

In a lust-haze, Barby lifted her head and saw her dad staring with desire at her cunt. She knew that he wanted to fuck her and it was what she wanted too… more than anything in the entire world.

"Oh, God, Dad, don't let us wait any longer! We should have fucked each other ages ago! Then we could have been closer! Love me, Dad, love me now! Fuck me and prove how much you love your girl!" she begged tearfully.

"No, I can't," the man said sadly, moving away from her.

"What?" Barby cried, shocked. She had been so sure that he would fuck her now…

"It's wrong," Clay repeated maddeningly. "You mean because we're father and daughter?" she asked.

"No… it's wrong because Hal's waiting to fuck you and I promised him that he could. And I owe him all that money…"

"Dad! I can't believe what I'm hearing!" Barby cried, moving back from her father and sitting up in bed. "I'm your daughter! Don't you think you owe me something? More than your friend?"

Clay stood up and zipped his fly up. Then he walked slowly toward the door.

"Hal has been very patient. He's waited long enough for you," Clay said softly, not meeting the girl's eyes as she stared dumbfounded at him. "We shouldn't have made him wait this long, Barby. It wasn't right for us to do what we just did because it made poor Hal wait out there all by himself. You shouldn't have seduced me like that, Barby. Now you lie down and get ready for him. He's my best friend and he's gonna fuck you now."

"But, Dad!" she cried protestingly. "What we did just now… my sucking you off… you eating my pussy out… it wasn't wrong! It was wonderful! Didn't any of that mean anything to you."

"Barby, you gotta understand that the main reason I let you suck my cock and the main reason I ate your little pussy was to get you all ready for Hal," Clay said.

"What?" Barby cried, hardly able to believe her own ears.

"That's right. You've been so resistant to Hal fucking you, though I'll never understand why. He's such a great guy and not at all bad-looking. But anyway, with your uptight attitude, I was afraid that your little pussy would be all dry for his cock and that can be painful for a guy, you know. So I just did what I had to do to get you nice and wet."

Barby sat there with her mouth open in shock and dismay. She watched her father walk out of her room and she heard his voice as he spoke to his buddy.

"Sorry to keep you waiting so long, Hal. And I'm sorry if your feelings have been hurt by any of the things Barby said."

"Hell, that's okay, just so's I get to fuck the little whore," Hal's voice said.

"Sure, you will. She's right in there and all nice and naked just for you. Now she may put up a fight, but you just take her. Take what you want from her. She's yours for the rest of the night."

Barby gasped. She heard Hal's crude laughter and then he came into her room. He was wearing only his jeans now and he grinned at the girl as he unbuckled his belt.

She watched him wordlessly, unable to move or speak. She was paralyzed with fear and anger and a hot, pounding hurt deep down that was caused by the painful knowledge of what she had finally just admitted to herself: her father didn't care anything about her, probably never had. And she knew that her mother and Mark didn't care about her, either. That was the hard truth and she could no longer deny it.

Hal pulled his jeans off, still grinning at the girl, his hungry eyes raking over her naked body. He stood there naked now, with his long, skinny cock hanging between his legs.

"I've been looking forward to this moment for a very tong time, girl," he said. "You're the sexiest little whore I've ever seen, and I've been wanting a piece of you for years! Then when I saw you out front in that car with that stud's dick up inside your little pussy. God, I just about creamed in my jeans!"

Barby's eyes darted about her room, trying to figure out if there were some way she could escape her fate. The skinny man began to move toward her bed, and still she was unable to move.

Hal got up on the bed, and reaching out eagerly, he touched Barby's tits. His hands were cold and she closed her eyes, trying to think of something, anything besides those cold hands on her tits.

He ran his fingers around her nipples and then he began to twist and pull them. She winced with the pain, feeling no pleasure whatever and he laughed crudely.

"You love this, don't you, girl?" he asked lewdly.

But she didn't. She hated it.

"I heard you saying all those bad things about me, Barby. I heard you saying you didn't want me. But I just knew that when I got in here and you saw my cock and felt me touching you like this, you'd like it plenty. Girls like you always like it."

"Girls like me?" she echoed, shuddering with distaste as he kept pulling at her tits.

"Yeah, girls like you… whores. Whores always like this shit!" Hal said with a laugh.

He kept twitching and pinching her young nips as she winced and tensed her body in pain. She was sure that if any girls had told this man that they liked it when he handled them this way, they must have been prostitutes who only told him that for his money.

As he manhandled her tits, she smelled his sweaty odor and it made her want to gag. She lay there, trying desperately to think of anything that would take her mind off this awful experience. But the pain and his odor and the coldness of his hands overwhelmed her and she finally realized that she could take it no longer.

Her anger and self-respect rose to the surface and she pushed the skinny man away from her with both hands.

"No! Get the fuck away from me! Get the fuck away and get out of here! I wouldn't fuck with you in a million years!" she screamed.

"Aw, c'mon, baby, I like a girl with a little fight in her," the man said.

With all her strength, Barby pushed him away from her and rose from the bed quickly before he could grab her. She grabbed her clothes, thew the door open, and looked Hal right in the eye, holding her clothes up to hide her nakedness from him.

"Get out of here. I meant it! Just leave this house and don't try to tell my father about this tonight! If you do, I'll tell him that you couldn't get it up!"

Without another word, the skinny man threw his clothes on and dashed out of the house as if all the hounds in hell were chasing him.

Barby quickly dressed and then she dragged her battered suitcase out of the closet and began to pack. For the teenager finally realized that she had to get out of there. She knew that she could no longer stay in that house or that town one moment, longer.

When she was all packed, she cautiously went out into the hallway and was glad to see that all was dark. Obviously, her father had gone off to bed right after sending his friend into her room.

She tiptoed silently into the kitchen and reached for the jar of petty cash which was kept high up on a cupboard shelf. Barby took out just enough money for a bus ticket to the city where her uncle and his family lived, figuring that her parents owed her at least that much.