He thought of how delicious the tightness of his daughter’s reluctant cunt clamping around his cock. He thought of every beautiful inch of her body which he was currently defiling for the greater good. He thought of her boobs and her butt, those luscious curves that defined the very meaning of being female.
Yes! He could feel the familiar pressure Finally, his orgasm peeked its head at the horizon. A welcomed friend.
“No daddy, stop. I’m ovulating. Daddy…I’m going to get pregnant! Daddddyyyyyy…..” his daughter squealed.
Howard grabbed his daughter by her hair and yanked her head up from the table. With his other hand, he cupped the girl’s mouth. He was close. He couldn’t let anything distract him right then or all would be for nothing. He would apologize to her with his entire life later. But for now, little Lizzie was just a piece of slut whose hole Howard determined to dump his cum into. She was not his princess, or his sweet pea, or his darling. She was a dirty street whore whose pussy was charged a dollar by the minute, and he didn’t have a dime to spare for a second more.
“You have ten seconds left.” Announced Patricia ominously.
Howard went into overdrive. He couldn’t care less at the moment if he would destroy Lizzie’s cunt. He couldn’t care less that she had clawed his back with her fingernails. He couldn’t care less if Lizzie’s brother or sister would also be her son or daughter. None of it mattered except for that swell of cum pooling at the base of his cock, waiting for the triggering climax to be unleashed.
“Three…two…one…”
Howard growled loudly. Like a primal beast making his first mark. He withdrew his cock quickly to let the woman see what she wanted to see.
“I don’t see cum. Only blood.” Patricia grinned.
Howard looked at the bloodied cunt of his girl. It was the sorest, reddest, most bloodied cunt he had seen. All red and no white.
He yanked his daughter from the table and held her like he would when she’s just but a small toddler in need for a quick leak. His thick fingers clawed apart the bruised lips. Slowly but surely, Howard’s cum slowly seeped out of Lizzie’s brutalized cunt lips.
“Good work, Howard. I didn’t think you will actually make it. But it seems like your wife will get to live another day to witness you fucking that dirty little whore of yours.” Patricia pointed the gun at the basement ceiling. “Anyways, I’m fucking exhausted. I will head up for a rest. You guys can take the rest of the day off. I won’t bother you until I get a good night’s sleep. Cheerio.”
The woman sauntered up the basement stair. The door opened and then it was slammed shut. A resounding locking sound echoed.
Howard reached for the paper cutter immediately and release his wife. Upon releasing the distraught woman, Howard went back to his daughter which he had placed back on the table. The girl was sobbing incessantly.
Howard gathered the two terrified females together and gave both of them a big tight hug. “I’m truly truly sorry.” He began to sob.
“How could you?” Sandra asked accusingly. “How could you do that to Lizzie?”
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Howard chanted those three words like they were some sacred mantra that would take all the pain and terror they had endured away.
Just then, a loud bang erupted from above. All three of them could hear the loud declaration of what they had long hoped for. “Police! Put your hands up!”
Heavy footsteps thudded against the floor. Patricia could be heard shrieking loudly. Dozens of shots thundered above. Heavy footsteps continued. “All clear! Target neutralized! Check the rest of the house.”
The door to the basement was unlocked. The door opened. Heavy footsteps pounded the creaky steps. “Police! Put your hands up!”
Howard shouted back. “We are innocent. She sneaked into our house and threatened us with a gun!”
The police relented. One of them came up and placed a towel over Lizzie’s body. “God damn it. What did she make you do?”
At the aftermath of the police raid, an operation initiated by a concerned neighbour who reported the case after hearing a gunshot, Patricia was dead on the floor of the living room with seven bullets in her chest and two more in her head. It was a quick death for her.
Lizzie was taken to a nearby hospital where she was treated for severe vaginal laceration and was given a ‘Plan B’ pill after it was determined that she had been ‘raped’. The semen found in her body matched Howard’s but because of his wife’s statement stating that he was forced to do it, the case was shut and shelved into one of those segments for weird and unbelievable cases.
Patricia’s real name was Samantha Packman. A sex lunatic that enjoyed forcing unwilling partners to engage in intercourse. She was sentenced to sixteen years after a high-profile case where she held six siblings at gunpoint at a secluded campsite and forced them to have sex. When Howard looked it up online, he was rather relieved that Lizzie didn’t have a brother or two. Unfortunately for the last victim, she had five big brothers. The cruel ordeal lasted for a week until someone stumbled upon the ungodly orgy where five brothers took turns fucking their little sister. The rest was history.
Lizzie was still pretty shaken up. But the doctors deemed her fit for release and sent her on her way with the recommendation for a psyche check. Sandra was completely unharmed. At least physically. Such could not be said the same for her mental integrity. Still, the woman didn’t miss the ten o’clock meeting. The teleconference call had her securing her company a tender for a ten-million-dollar project.
Howard stood strong for those two. He didn’t say much along the way back from the hospital. After a quick shower, he went straight for work, as though it was just another weekday. Maybe the monotonous routine of his day-to-day life was just the thing he needed to dull the excitement from what was the craziest thing that had ever happened to him.
By the end of the day when the family of three gathered for dinner, the extraordinary event that shook up their lives was as if it didn’t happen. The family talked like they used to. About the weather. About whose son went into remission. About the school’s lunch. The mundanity of life and stuff, really.
Until Lizzie asked an unexpected question.
“Daddy…did you enjoy fucking me?”
Howard was so shocked by his daughter’s question that the stewed beef he was chewing fell out of his mouth. Howard looked worriedly at his wife who was already putting down her fork.
“Does it matter?” Howard asked. His eyes never left his wife’s expression.
“Yes.”
After a pregnant pause, his wife closed her eyes and nodded. “Howard, it’s okay. We need the closure anyways. This cannot resolve itself if it is not discussed. You should let Lizzie know.”
Howard nodded in agreement. With a resolute voice, he said, “Yes.”
“Will you want to fuck me again?” the next question threw both Howard and Sandra off.
“Darling, you do know what you are asking of your father?” Sandra interjected before Howard could respond.
“Yes. I know what I am asking for.” Little Lizzie turned for her mother to her father. “And I am asking if you will want to fuck me again?”
“Why do you want to know?” Howard pressed his fingers into his temple. He didn’t want to deal with this so soon. When tired, deflect the question. A wise advice indeed.
“Because I enjoyed it a lot.” Lizzie said. “I enjoyed it so much I can’t stop thinking when it will happen again.”
“Oh my god!” Sandra let out a resigned sigh.
“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it, mommy!” Lizzie cast an accusatory glance at her mother. “I saw the way you looked at daddy when that woman rode his cock. I also saw the way you look at him when I rode his cock. You enjoyed watching me being fucked silly by daddy.”
“Don’t say such nonsense!” Sandra blurted. Her face turned bright red.
“Enough of this.” Howard slammed his fist onto the table. “Stop! This is madness.”
“No!” Lizzie stood up from the dining table. “We can sit here and play pretend like we are just another normal family. But deep down, we all know a little fun is missing in the family. I want a family that I enjoy having fun with. Not a family that pretends to be normal when clearly, we are not!” she darted out of the dining room.
“Where are you going?” Sandra called out for her daughter.
“I’m going to get naked on my bed! Daddy can come fuck me when he’s done with his dinner. Mommy, if you want, you can watch.”
The defiant little girl disappeared into a turn. The footsteps of her climbing up the stairs thumped as loud as the heartbeat in Howard’s chest.
He looked at his wife. The woman was shaking her head slowly. “I thought I would be disturbed by this but…”
“But…” Howard urged.
“But Lizzie is right.” Sandra smiled warmly. “God, I know this is so wrong, but I enjoyed every second when you fuck Lizzie like she’s nothing but a whore.”
“Do you want to watch me fuck Lizzie like a street whore again?”
Sandra jumped to her feet. She held out her hand for Howard. “Looks like we are going to have a new way to enjoy family time.”
Howard held the woman of his life and was happily led up the staircase.
“We are getting that little slut an IUD tomorrow. I’m so not ready for her to be pregnant.”
There’s something beyond sexy seeing a mother referring her daughter a ‘little slut’ and how willing this ‘little slut’ wanted him to fuck her raw. Perhaps that was why Howard loved his family this much. They all complimented each other.
True to her words, that little slut was already on her bed naked. Her pussy wet with anticipation. The door to her room slowly closes and three things waned behind the closing door like a setting sun. Lizzie’s lustful gaze at her father. Howard’s engorged cock popping out of his pants. Sandra’s expectant grin that tonight would be another long night.
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