It had been extremely humiliating for Tricia to have been pushed into the bathroom by her father and then latched in, held captive. The latch on the outer side of the door had been put there many years ago by her father. When Tricia and Daphne had been very little girls their father had occasionally punished one or both of them by spanking them and then locking them inside the bathroom, in the dark for several hours. The bathroom was big enough for someone to take a shit comfortably, but not much else. It was dark and smelly and crowded and extremely humiliating. It reminded Tricia of the many times that she had been punished as a little girl, and hot tears of anger washed down her grief stricken face as the memories returned for the first time in so many years.
After what seemed like an eternity in that darkness there was a scrabbling at the latch, and then the door was opened, throwing a blast of light into the tiny room and temporarily blinding her. When Tricia could see again she discovered that Daphne was standing in the doorway. It seemed to the red haired girl that her younger sister had an extremely odd look on her face, an expression that Tricia couldn't read at all.
"Daddy told me to tell you that he wants to see you now," the blonde girl announced. "He's in the den." Dropping her voice to a friendly whisper, Daphne added: "Don't worry, Trish, it's okay. Just do whatever he tells you to do and everything will be all right from now on." And then a moment later Daphne was gone and Tricia was alone again.
The poor girl simply had no idea whatsoever of what to make of all this. She found herself walking zombie-like towards the room where her father was. What sort of diabolical fate, she asked herself, would her father have waiting for her there? What sort of punishment that her father had devised for her when she was younger, and again she felt as though she were a little girl again. She hated the thought. She had had a horrid childhood. That was why she had been in such a hurry to grown up, in such a hurry to prove herself a mature woman by fucking every cock in sight: because she wanted to get away from that miserable childhood as quickly as possible and become a fully-grown, adult young, woman. But the sheer degradation of having been locked inside the bathroom for so long had had an adverse effect upon her. Now she was beginning to feel like a helpless little girl all over again.
She left the bathroom, shaking and uneasy, and went to the den as she had been instructed by Daphne. Her father awaited her there. "Come in, Tricia," he instructed her calmly. "Do come in and close the door behind yourself. I'd like to have a few words with you, if you don't mind, that is."
Meekly, submissively the trembling redhead closed the door and stood miserably before her male parent, awaiting the punishment that she knew she so richly deserved.
Hamilton Burns shifted in his chair. He was enjoying this. Oh God, was he enjoying this! He loved his two daughters, just like any other devoted father, but for some reason he was genuinely getting off on making them squirm like this. He figured he knew why he liked it so much: it was the humiliation angle, the way he made his two children ashamed of what they had done. By doing this to them he reminded them that he was the powerful, all-knowing father figure, and that they had to obey his every word implicitly or else they would invoke his unending wrath.
"Now, then, Tricia," Hamilton went on, making only a token attempt to conceal the vast amount of pleasure that he was deriving from this, "I hope that you understand that you've done something wrong, something that you shouldn't have done, I hope you know that you've been a bad little girl."
"A bad little girl." The words stung Tricia like a slap across the face, and all of a sudden all the years of resentment and anger came rushing out of her. She hated this man, this inhuman bastard who had used to spank her, who locked her into dark rooms. She hated him more than she hated any other person or thing on earth. She could hear the ugly old bastard saying something else then, but she didn't bother to hear what it was. There was nothing this stupid fart could say that she had any interest in. "And another thing, you ungrateful little slut…" the voice of Hamilton Burns was saying…
"Go to hell!" a voice was yelling, and Tricia was startled to realize that the voice was her own. "Nobody wants to hear anything you have to say, you fat old shitface, so go fuck yourself with a cattle prod!"
For a long time it seemed as though the entire world had suddenly gone silent all at once. Tricia looked at her father, wondering how he would react to what she had just done. There was a startled look on his face as though his daughter had just whipped out a gun and shot him. Then, ever so slowly, ever so slowly and gradually, the look of pained amazement melted away and was replaced by raw, seething anger. Oh shit, Tricia thought to herself, oh fuckin' bloody shit. I'm in it for now. I'm really in for it now.
Hamilton Burns stood up very slowly and deliberately, and beckoned in the direction of his daughter. "Tricia," he said to her silently. "Tricia, come here."
Tricia did not want to obey. She felt that she had to turn and run, to get away from this man before he locked her in any more bathrooms. But there was no place to run to, no place to turn. "Tricia, come here," she could hear the horrible man repeating to her. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. I want you to come here!"
She did not dare obey him, but neither did she not dare disobey. She knew that sooner or later she would have to give in, she would have to submit. "Tricia, this is your father. Please come here this instant." There was a pause, a very long pause, and then the girl could feel her feet turning her around and bringing her towards her father. Run, shouted her mind, turn around and run your fuckin' ass off. But her body kept on dragging her forcibly towards the man.
Hamilton was pleased that his daughter had apparently learned to obey. "Very good, Tricia," she could hear him saying to her. "You've been a very bad little girl, I want you to realize that. I'm not going to hurt you, though, even though you've been bad. Even though you've been so bad that I would have every right in the world to do THIS!"
It happened to fast for her to resist. Two hands were shooting out at her and grabbing her, hoisting her into the air and then dropping her across her father's knees. She squealed in panic stricken terror as she knew what was going to come next, and tried to struggle, but one big hand was pinning her down, holding her captive. "I'm going to spank you, little bitch," she could hear her father saying. "I'm going to thrash your worthless little ass until it glows. I'm going to pound you good."
Tricia could feel the big hand sliding up beneath the skirt of her outfit, pushing it up around her armpits and exposing her bra and panties beneath. As soon as Hamilton Burns save those ripe delicious buttocks trapped within the filmy wisp of nylon and those luscious breasts straining tautly within the confines of the bra, he knew that he had to subdue this bitch. The very thought of it was satisfying to him, and he could feel his trembling phallus suddenly grow hard and firm within his trousers.
The red haired girl, pinned against his lap like that, could suddenly feel something coming to life between her father's legs, and she knew what it was. And she knew why. The thought of what was about to happen to her started her screaming all over again. Her father silenced her with a brisk slap across the buttocks.
"Keep quiet, you little bitch," he whispered hoarsely. "You keep your fuckin mouth shut and take what I give you, and you fuckin' well better like it." And then he was tearing at the fabric of her panties, ripping them to shreds and then flinging them aside. "I want that sweet little rump of yours. I'm going to have it right here and I'm going to have it right now." And with that he was spanking her anew.
She whined and moaned and writhed and twisted, but it was all to no avail. Time and again the hand flew out and down and spanked her bare behind. Again and again it fell, and each time it descended it sent a fresh spasm of hot searing agony into the young girl's ripe red buttocks.
Tricia sobbed and whimpered in abject humiliation. She hated this man, and she detested what he was doing to her. She wanted him to stop, but there was no way in the world that he would listen to her if she pleaded with him, and Tricia knew it.
The pain got worse, and she started to whimper. "Please," she entreated at last. "Please stop hurting me, Daddy. I can't take it any more. Please stop hurting me."
"Shut your slut mouth, you little bitch." Hamilton Burns practically spat the words out. "Why should I pay any attention to what a stupid little bitch like you had to say? I'm going to spank you good, little bitch, I'm going to spank you until you beg for more."
"But it hurts," Tricia whimpered, screwing up her eyes to keep the tears from coming out, "There's too much pain!"
Her father grinned sadistically. "There can never be too much pain for a worthless young slut like you. A little pain is good for you. It's what you deserve." He kept on pounding her remorselessly, battering his hard hand against the yielding mounds of her ass. "I suppose you really thought you were such a grown-up young woman, going to bed with every single boy you could find. I suppose that it really made you feel slick, and hip, and sophisticated. Well it made you look like the stupid little bitch that you are. Do you actually think that a single one of those boys gave a damn for you? If you think that you're crazy. You were nothing to them except another pussy to fuck and some titties to suck. You meant nothing at all to them. And you thought you were so smart, so grown-up, so sophisticated. You stupid little pussy. Oh, you stupid, stupid little pussy," And as he spoke he kept right on spanking her, he kept on exploding her hot little ass!
Something that her father said had struck a sore spot in Tricia. She began to realize that her father was actually right. She really had been desperately putting on an act, frantically trying to appear like a grown woman instead of the little girl that she was. And she was a little girl, Tricia knew now. Only seventeen years old, and barely out of puberty. She would still have quite a lot of growing to do before she could justifiably call herself a woman.
Hamilton Burns kept on spanking this haughty bitch until at last he figured that she had had enough. Suddenly he shot violently to his feet, and she shrieked in terror and surprise and tumbled to the floor. There was a sickening thud when she landed, and then she lay quite still.
Tricia's father laughed. "Get up, you stupid slut," he ordered her. "Stand up and take your medicine like the worthless little strumpet that you are."
Slowly the humiliated teenager got to her feet, and there was shame in her eyes. She did not dare look her father in the face, she was so humiliated and degraded. She contented herself to look down at his shoes, and felt herself extremely privileged to he permitted to gaze upon her father at all.
Burns was pleased at how nicely all of this was shaping up. Now, he decided, he was ready to enact the final stage of his plan. He had had his eye upon his older daughter for quite some time now, and had looked on with displeasure as she had grown haughtier and naughtier. He was determined to teach her a lesson, to put her in her rightful place as a little girl subservient to her father. And there was only one way to teach her that lesson permanently and effectively, and that one way was to fuck her. By force if necessary, but it was something that had to be done. For the girl's own good, it had to be done. Hamilton Burns, like any devoted father, was concerned about the welfare of his daughters and was determined to give them what they needed no matter what the cost. And what Tricia needed right now was a good, stiff cock. Rammed right into the place where it would do the most good.
He seized her by the chin and lifted up her head, forcing her to look him straight in the eyes. "Take off your clothes, little girl," he hissed at her. "I want to see that body of yours, that all of the boys seem to be so anxious to get their cocks into. I just want a chance to see what it is that's so special about Little Miss Tricia Burns."
Tricia hesitated for a second, wavering, not daring to obey this man, but he made a gesture as though to strike her and she hastily began to strip. She stripped almost gratefully, thankful for the chance not to be spanked, the opportunity not to be hurt.
She took off her clothes, and with every item that fell from her body to the floor the girl's father could feel his cock getting bigger and harder. He had really been anxious to fuck his daughter Daphne, because she was such a sweet little girl, but now he was even more determined to shove his cock into Tricia. Because she was such a snooty little bitch! Because she had to be put into her proper place, subservient to the father who was also her lord and her master!
At last the red haired girl was naked, and she stood shamefaced before her father. He ran his eyes approvingly up and down her trim, youthful figure. It was not too hard to imagine that she was still a virgin, even though Hamilton knew that nothing could be farther from the truth, of course. He paused a moment id take out a cigarette, light it and take several deep, luxuriant puffs, knowing full well that the longer he had this bitch-girl stand there the fuller her degradation would be.
At length he deigned to look at her naked body. "It's not too bad," he murmured, looking her up and down with a critical eye. "Of course you've still got quite a bit of growing to do in several areas." He jabbed an accusing finger in the direction of her tits. "Those breasts, for instance," he ventured. "Extremely small. No self-respecting woman would be seen in public with those so-called things. I can hardly see them at all." Actually, Tricia's bustline was a pleasing thirty-seven, something that would do justice to any woman, but experience had taught Hamilton Burns that all women believe their busts are underdeveloped, and most women are extremely self-conscious about it. Belittling his daughter's tits was an indignity that she could not stand, more painful than the spanking session had been, and Tricia burst into a fresh spate of tears. "Stop crying little girl," he hissed at her disapprovingly, "before I strike you again, God knows you deserve it, I really can't for the life of me see what there is about this so-called body of yours that the boys can't keep their hands off it." Actually, Hamilton Burns was having no small amount of trouble keeping his own hands off it, but he certainly wasn't about to let on to his daughter about that. It would ruin the plan that he had set up so carefully!
"Do you know what I really ought to do with you?" he said at last, and there was more than a hint of threatening in his voice. "I ought to do to you what those boys tried to do to you, only I'll succeed where they all failed. They're only children, Tricia, just like you're only a child. It takes a grown man like me to know what real sex is, I really think that for your own sake I ought to show you what it's like so that you'll never feel tempted to get involved with one of those stupid little boys again. Once you find out what a real man is like, Tricia, you'll never want to fool around with any of those prepubescent teenagers!"
That was precisely the moment when it dawned on Tricia what her father was attempting to do: the bastard wanted to fuck her! All of this crap about concerned parents and that kind of shit had been a long, carefully planned build-up to get her to hop into bed with him. Well, Tricia thought to herself, she certainly wouldn't start balling her own father… that was too disgusting. She wouldn't go to bed with him if he had the last cock on…
But wait a minute! Now that he was on to her swinging ways and her active sex life, Tricia's father would be fully capable of denying her any pleasure at all, except of course with himself as her partner. It looked to Tricia as though she was faced with the choice of balling either with her father or nobody at all. And the choice was an obvious one.
Besides, now that she took time to think about it, what was really so disgusting about a girl going to bed with her own father? Less than two hours ago Tricia had been very happily going down on her own sister Daphne. Surely it was less depraved for her to have sex with her father, who was at least a member of the opposite gender, then to have lesbian sex with her sister. Two hours ago Tricia had bragged to all her friends that she would try anything once, especially if there was sex involved. She had said that and she had meant it. There was certainly no way in the world that she could turn back now. Tricia had made her mind up. She was standing on her feet now, proud and erect, staring into her father's hard grey eyes just as strongly as he was looking into hers. Then, very slowly and very deliberately, the red haired girl said: "You want to fuck me. Daddy, don't you?"
The words took her father by surprise, but he gulped slightly and then managed to gain his composure. "Yes," he stammered reluctantly, but with a growing fervor. "Yes, oh yes, Tricia. I want to fuck you. You don't know how badly I want to fuck you. You can't even begin to imagine it." And then the father and the daughter were coming towards each other, and it was inevitable that very, very soon they would touch, and then they would begin to do the thing that they both longed so desperately to do.
Tricia felt her body glowing as he kept looking her over. She knew that her father was pleased with her body and she was glad that he liked it so much. Her tits tingled, knowing that he was staring at their voluptuous curves. Her thighs pulsed at the anticipation of his hands caressing them. Her golden moist pussy began to dampen and grow soft from the mere thought of being possessed by this man's hard driving bigness within it.
Tricia looked up sensuously at her handsome father, and gave a deep sigh that left her tits quivering with expectant desire. "I want you, Daddy," she whispered softly and sexily to the big man who stood before her. "I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me good, Daddy, to fuck me so good that I stay fucked."
Hamilton Burns swallowed with extreme difficulty. His daughter's soft jade-green eyes were staring deeply into his own. He reached out and placed a pair of trembling hands upon her soft, ripe shoulders. The satin feel of her skin was increasing his trembling, sensuous excitement.
Tricia gently kissed her daddy's fingers. She caressed his arm, then closed her eyes slowly in erotic contentment, then opened them and looked up at her adoring father dreamily. She wanted this moment to last forever, to go on for all eternity. She kissed his hand once more, sucking on the skin slightly and nibbling it ever so gently with her sharp-little teeth. Then she gently drew across her shoulder and down until it touched the ripe throbbing swell of her young, girlish tits.
Hamilton could feel the soft silken texture of her breasts. His body shook with excitement at the nearness of this lovely young daughter of his. He ached to grab hold of those delicious knockers. He bent slowly, and brought his hungering mouth down upon the delicious nipple, teasing the soft brown nipple until it was red-hot and hard as a rock. Keeping his hand on her tits, he guided her slowly towards the day bed, the bed that had so recently groaned in protest beneath the weight of Hamilton and his other daughter Daphne. Hamilton Burns could feel his cock throbbing against the confinement of his trousers, longing to be set free. He hugged her sweet little body and ran his hands softly over her lush lithe curvaceousness.
Damn, she felt good, Hamilton thought to himself. Her flesh was maddening to him, so soft and yet at the same time so firm. Her tits and her ripe thighs were taut, yet infinitely soft to the older man's touch.
She parted her lips as he kissed her. She allowed his tongue to roam across her face as lustily as his hands were caressing her trembling body. "Ummm," she sighed deliriously as he tongue-fucked her mouth. "Ummm, that feels good, Daddy, do it some more!"
Her hands had been on his shoulders, but now they dropped to his trousers and began to undo the fly that held his big cock captive. It popped out, glistening and ready for action. Hamilton's cock stood bolt upright short and stubby but fantastically broad. Some girls might have turned up their noses at a dick that was overly thick instead of overly long, especially in this day and age when such a premium is placed on the length of a man's organ. Fortunately, however, Tricia was sufficiently well-versed in the sexual arts to know that it is not the length of the thing that is important but its thickness. This is because practically all of a girl's sexual sensation is on the outer edge of her vagina, rather than on the inside. So Tricia was delighted to see that her father's donger was big in all the right places. She smiled at the huge knob on the end of his cock. She reached for the prick as he climbed into the bed.
His hands came at her tits and her pussy. He cupped and caressed her tits as his hard finger slipped quickly into her cunt and explored the crevices and crannies of the moist internal passage. He fingered her pussy deeply and thoroughly, his thumb rubbing against her clit as he stroked into her with ever-increasing fervor. At the same time his other hand fondled her tingling breasts and fingered her nipples into hot stinging hardness.
Tricia writhed in delicious agony as he worked her into a frenzy of sexual anguish. She pumped his cock rapidly now, the wide blunt rod heating up as she stroked it, gathering more and more speed with every passing second.
"Oh, Daddy!" the girl breathed hotly, "I want to be fucked! I want that big cock of yours to spread me open and rip me apart! I want to feel it swell inside of me, I want to feel it shake and tremble as it shoots into my pussy!"
He held her down in order to get his cock all the way up inside her hot steaming pussy-hole. He forced the monstrously wide head of the thing into her quivering vestibule and held it there for a moment.
Tricia could feel her cunt stretch deliciously. She tensed while he began to shove the huge, bulging hard knob past her clit and into the moist inner passage of her twat-tunnel. Tricia sighed delightfully from the sensation of the tiling inside herself. She closed her eyes and concentrated her thoughts on the delicious sensations that the thing was causing within her young body. It suddenly occurred to her that this was far and away the best fuck that she had ever had from any man, and in her case that was really saying a hell of a lot… Tricia swore to herself that from now on she wanted to be fucked by her father only. She was through with giggling teenage boys and their half-formed dicks forever. From now on she wanted only a grown man. She wanted only her own father.
"Fuck me harder, Daddy!" she moaned, "Fuck me harder! Screw me harder than you ever did before!"
Her father fucked her harder…