Howard felt his daughter’s naked body pressed against him. Her nubile form moulded against his large form like a soft pastry dough against a steel cast. It felt so wrong and so right at the same time it was dizzying. His daughter rested her head against his shoulder. Her soft cries of arousal caressed his eardrum.
Patricia stood up, a smug smile on her face, and gave Howard a knowing look. His daughter’s shoulders were firmly in her resolute grasp.
“Just relax, sweetheart.” Patricia chimed.
Three things happened all at once. Patricia dropped her entire weight onto Lizzie’s shoulders. Lizzie let out a gurgling gasp like that of a maimed kitten. And the delicious tightness of Lizzie’s virgin pussy engulfing all of Howard’s eight-inch meat with none to spare.
His little girl twitched harder than a possessed damsel. There was no sound coming out of his daughter, not even a gasp, as though the suddenness of his intrusion into her pussy robbed her of her ability to talk.
“Yes, Howard. Feel Lizzie’s pussy clamping down on your cock. She must be really tight down there. A pussy that young can hardly fit two fingers and yet you have your entire cock in.” Patricia remarked playfully.
Howard couldn’t not deny the truth in Patricia’s words for Lizzie was really tight down there. It was almost painful! Like someone had wrapped a condom a size too small for him.
“Are you okay, sweet pie?” Patricia asked Lizzie. The little girl finally nodded. “Can you move your body up and down on your daddy’s cock?”
Trembling with what Howard suspected to be paralyzing pain and mind-breaking pleasure, his daughter heaved herself up until he’s almost out and then sat back down all the way until he was balls’ deep inside her.
Howard let out a subdued groan. The pleasure was sickeningly undeniable. That sweet tight hole wrapped around his cock with a vengeance.
“Go on, Lizzie.” Patricia encouraged. “Yes, keep doing that. Up down. Up down. Up down. Yes, that’s it. Keep the pace. Ride your daddy’s cock.”
The delicious pleasure of his daughter’s cunt sliding up and down along his shaft tore any sense of rationale from Howard. At that moment, Lizzie seized to be his daughter, his sweet little princess, his own flesh and blood. At that moment, Lizzie was a beautiful young girl in her own right, enjoying the carnal union with a man she loved.
Suddenly, Lizzie slowed to a stop. “No princess…don’t stop.” Howard heard himself begging.
Through her trembling lips, she whispered, “I can’t…I can’t do this to mommy. I can’t have sex with daddy. It’s wrong. I can’t make my daddy cheat my mommy.” She looked apologetically at her mother who returned an equally apologetic emotion.
“Oh no, sweetie. You are not making your daddy cheat your mommy. You don’t have a choice.” Patricia whispered sultrily into Lizzie’s ear. “You aren’t riding your daddy’s big fat cock because you are a dirty little slut wanting to make your daddy like fucking you more than your mommy, you are doing it because your mommy will die if you don’t.” Patricia held the gun in front of Lizzie.
With renewed determination, Lizzie resumed her undulation, sucking and milking the big cock lodged deeply inside her freshly deflowered pussy.
“I’m sorry daddy.” The young teen gasped. “I didn’t mean to…I’m not a bad girl. I’m not a slut. I’m not a whore.”
“Of course you are not, Lizzie.” Patricia growled like a predatory beast. “You’re not a dirty little whore. You’re not doing this because you crave your daddy’s cock like a hungry slut you really are, that you enjoy your daddy’s fat cock filling up every available space in your cramped little cunt, that you are starving for your daddy’s cock to stretch your little baby hole that it is meant to be stretched, to be dominated, to be marked, and to be seeded by the hot white cum you yearn to milk out of your daddy’s balls. No. Not at all. You are doing this because if you don’t your mommy will be killed.”
Lizzie mewled helplessly, both a slave to Patricia’s ruthlessness as much as to her own bodily needs. A young girl like her could hardly have experienced sex, let alone a mind-blowing one that robbed her over every ounce of self-conscience.
“Keep it up. Don’t stop until your daddy blows his load into your naughty little cunt.” Patricia went on, gun aiming dangerously at Sandra.
“Oh, oh, oh…daddy, I’m going to cum…I’m going to…ahhh….” His little princess moaned. Her voice was the sweetest thing Howard had ever heard in his thirty-six-year-old life.
The young teen gave a couple more valiant pump before an orgasm rocked through her body like an atom bomb. She wrapped her arms around his neck, clutching him tightly to her, as her lemon-sized tits rose and fell with each gasping breath.
Aftershocks continued to ripple across her exhausted body. She was suddenly no longer a beautiful girl making love to the man she loved. She was then his little princess, exhausted from the day-to-day hardship of teenage life, finally coming back into her daddy’s embrace where she knew she’d be safe.
“God damn it.” Patricia grunted distastefully. “This little slut of yours ought to hit the gym. She’s weak. It’s only been like what, five minutes, and she’s done for. I was looking forward to seeing the grand finale. Oh well, it can’t be help. Here, Lizzie. Take this.” Patricia handed the paper cutter to Lizzie. Then, she went all the way to the washing machine and sat herself on it. Legs crossed, arms folded, the gun firmly in her hand.
“Go on. Cut your daddy loose.” Patricia said.
Howard suddenly realized that this was the opportune moment he was waiting for. Releasing him from his restraint certainly raised his odds in getting his family out of this twisted game.
“Listen to her, cut me loose.” Howard urged his daughter calmly.
His daughter removed herself from him. His hard cock plopped out of his little girl’s pussy with an audible pop. It was as though the girl’s pussy had just smacked its puffy lips after enjoying a big delicious meal. Perhaps it really did enjoy it. At least Howard had hoped for that, instead of his daughter being traumatized by the ordeal.
As Lizzie cut the duct tape around Howard, Howard’s eyes stared unforgivingly at Patricia. The woman didn’t even show the slightly hint of remorse. She even had the audacity to grin at him.
“I’m doing you a favour, Howard. I’m giving you some lovely daddy daughter time. Clearly, you two need it more than I need my escape.” Patricia said with a sardonic smile. “Don’t try anything funny or that blonde bitch over there gets hole through her brain!”
Once Lizzie was done with releasing Howard, Patricia ordered the girl to toss the paper cutter back. Lizzie obeyed without hesitation and Howard watched as the paper cutter landed on Patricia’s opened palm.
“Now, Howard. I want you to fuck Lizzie and I want you to fuck her hard and fast.” Patricia said. “You should be close seeing how hard your whore daughter rode your cock. You have sixty seconds. When that needle goes one round, I want to see your cum leaking out of Lizzie’s pussy. Got that? And if her pussy doesn’t see white, I will kill your daughter and your wife.”
Howard pulled his daughter behind him. “Enough. We will not play with your games anymore. It’s over.”
“Oh, really? Getting tough huh. Oh well.”
A loud bang erupted inside the basement. Howard froze as he watched the smoke coming out of the gun. He saw where the gun was aiming, turned to that spot, and saw his wife as pale as a ghost. The brick wall had a large crater. Howard traced back the trajectory and estimated that the bullet merely missed his wife by an inch or so.
“You crazy bitch!” Howard yelled. His little girl was already crying behind him.
“For the record. I was really aiming for your wife. But I guess my aim was off.” Patricia said nonchalantly, twirling the smoking gun as though it was a toy. “I won’t miss the second time.”
Howard wanted to kill this woman badly. In fact, he wanted to rush to her, grab the gun out of her and unload the clip into her fucking brain. It was close enough that before she could shoot him enough of times to drop him, he could at least wrestle the gun out of her hand. If he died, so be it. But what he couldn’t risk was her aiming at his daughter and his wife. The woman knew how to hurt a man like him and she was ready to take the consequence, whatever it might be.
“Your time…” she gestured at the wall clock. The second-needle was pointing at the 55th second mark. “Five…four…three…two…one…begin…”
Howard spared no moment and turned around to meet his daughter. The determination in his eyes must have made him look like a vicious beast because his daughter recoiled from him. It didn’t matter thought. He knew what had to be done.
He grabbed his daughter by her shoulders. His daughter struggled. “No, daddy!” those two words tore through his heart like a serrated knife.
But it had to be done.
“I’m sorry, baby.” Howard whispered.
He yanked his daughter up and over his shoulder and went over to an old dusty table that his wife told him to get rid off, but he hadn’t gotten the time for. He dropped his daughter quick harshly onto the table and shoved her face first down onto the dusty surface. With unbridled resolve, He aimed his cock into the still wet pussy, and pushed forward.
“Noooo…” his little sweetheart squealed.
“I’m going to be quick.” Howard growled harshly.
All of it took less than ten seconds. By the eleventh second, Howard was humping hard and fast into Lizzie’s pussy from behind.
“It hurts…daddy…it hurts so bad…please…” the girl whimpered and squirmed.
As much as it pained him to witness the rape of his daughter perpetrated by himself, he knew Patricia wouldn’t hesitate to kill if she didn’t get what she wanted. It was him being the devil or his daughter or wife meeting the angels in heaven.
But those thought wouldn’t help him get off inside his little girl. The gunshot had knocked the progress of his daughter had achieved back to zero. He was starting over from scratch. And he didn’t have much time for it too. The five-minute progress his little girl had valiantly made must now be achieved in less than a minute.
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