My daughter screamed as my engorged cock slid roughly into her super-tight cunt. I groaned, trying to hold back from spewing into her as she thrashed against me, her hands scratching and clutching as she cried out for her mother. But Mommy wasn't there.
I had to face it. This was nothing less than rape—and I liked it. No, scratch that, I loved it. I knew that I'd take her this way again and again, as often as I could, ropes and all.
Sounds terrible, doesn't it? But let's back up fifteen minutes, shall we?
I woke up slowly, swimming upward through successive layers of consciousness until the light dawned behind my eyes. I didn't remember going to sleep—and I wondered why I couldn't move. Was I sick? Had there been an accident? Was I lying in a hospital bed, hooked up to machines and doped to the gills? My arms and legs both seemed to be restrained, and there was a band around my middle holding me down. I couldn't feel any clothing. I wondered what the hell had happened.
Then I opened my eyes and saw my beloved hellion, Angelina, looking at me with concerned eyes. She grinned and clapped her hands delightedly. "You're awake finally!"
Through a dry mouth I mumbled, "What's happened, baby?"
"Only what I've wanted to happen for years, Daddy! Oh, finally, finally!"
She helped me drink a sip of soda through a straw, and I looked around. I was tied spread-eagled to her frilly pink bed with ropes the size of ship's hawsers; I wasn't going to get loose anytime soon. An odd feeling curdled in the pit of my stomach. "What's going on? How did I get like this?"
She grinned widely. "Mom did it! We put sleeping pills in your coffee this morning, and then when you fell asleep she helped me tie you to my bed! Then she went away for a while. She'll be back later. We have plenty of time."
She looked at me in a way I'd never hoped to be looked at by my daughter, and studied my nakedness. "I like your muscles, Dad. Especially that one." She pointed at my crotch.
I lifted my head and shouted, "Oh my god, Angie! What the fuck!"
"This is my nineteenth birthday present from Mom," she said, as she strutted around the bed, examining me from all angles. "It's all we could figure out. You were so mean about it the other day when she asked you to pretend she was me when you had sex, so I knew you'd never go for actually doing me. Voluntarily, anyway." He patted my abdomen, looking hard at my penis, like she was trying to memorize every line and curve.
I remembered the argument. Frankly, the whole idea had turned me off. But to go this far..."How? Why?"
"Mom and I have been playing with each other for months now," she said cheerfully, trailing her little hand toward my maleness. She touched it lightly, and I responded. "Ooooh!" She giggled then, and told me, in a voice like the little girl that she so obviously no longer was, "Mommy was really, really mad when you turned her down the other night. She's been looking forward to the three of us getting together, she said, and seeing your monster cock fucking her baby's pussy." She looked at me lustfully. "Mommy even broke my cherry for you with one of her dildos. It hurt a little, but not for long." Her voice thickened. "God, I really love it when she sucks my titties and licks my clit..." She rubbed the front of her shorts, and I winced.
She grinned again, her smile angelic, and adjusted her blonde ponytail. "Anyway, Mom was mad and I really, really wanted you to do me, so we came up with this plan."
"To rape me?"
She shrugged. "We figured you'd come around once you felt my cunny around your cock. Mommy says guys always do. And even if you don't..." she trailed a finger down the length of my rapidly-growing cock, "well, I'll get to fuck my sexy Daddy once."
Have a mentioned that my daughter is a hellion?
She started to shrug out of her T-shirt...and then turned it into a sexy little dance, whirling around the bed teasingly, lifting up the shirt and then lowering it, giving me tantalizing glimpses of her perky breasts. Finally pulled it off all at once and stuck a sexy pose, thrusting her chest out. She didn't have much to show, just little teacups topped with pale pink nipples, but they were exquisite. "Well, what do you think, Daddy?" she asked.
She was lean and lightly muscled from her swim practice, her skin tanned and flawless. "You're beautiful...can I see more?" I'd begun to wonder if she had much pussy hair, and that made my cock jerk and grow.
She shot me what she thought was a sultry smile, but it looked more like the delighted grin of a happy child. When she rubbed her little nips and pouted at me, though, she was all woman.
Angie dropped her hands to her waist and turned slowly around to present me with her back, pushing down her tight little shorts as she did so. When they were about halfway down her hips, she bent over and touched her toes, and I could see her pink little cunt winking at me. I groaned in response and, giggling, she pushed the shorts to the floor, stepping out of them. Then she bent over again, waggling her ass at me; reaching back, she peeled back her pussy lips with her fingers, revealing the glorious pinkness within. "Want this pussy now, Daddy? Huh?"
I moaned as she stood up and spun around. "Am I a sexy little bitch, or what?"
"God yes!"
She grinned. "Well, then. Let's move on to the next stage of my favorite fantasy. Don't come yet, unless you can come again later, a lot!"
With that she eased onto the bed and grasped my now-rampant cock in her tiny hand, facing me. Before I could do anything, she lowered her head and started licking me with her startlingly talented little tongue.
