"Your shape isn't all that bad," Doug said.
"Oh Daddy," Caroline said.
Doug watched his daughter walk down by the river. He watched tile jiggle of her ass in those tight jeans. He felt his cock get stiff again. It made him ill to think of his daughter that way, but he just couldn't help himself.
"You're like your mother," Doug said.
"What?"
"I said you look like your mother. You even act like her a little."
"That's a nice compliment, Daddy," Caroline said. "She must have been a wonderful person if you married her."
"She was a bitch," Doug said. "A cocksucking bitch."
"What?" Caroline asked.
Caroline was sure she hadn't heard, her father right. Just as she was sure that she had never seen this tragic look on her father's face. He was looking her over as if he wasn't her father, as if he was a man staring at a woman.
"You heard me," Doug said. "Your mother was a bitch. She couldn't keep her hands off men. She was always sucking or fucking cock. And you look just like her. How about it, Caroline? Do you like dick as much as your mother?"
Doug was losing control of himself. He knew it was happening but there was nothing he could do to control himself. He stood up and started walking toward his daughter.
"Take your top off," he said. "Strip it off. I want to see those big tits of yours."
"Daddy," she said. "I can't believe this is you."
"It's me, all right," he said. "And I'm going to get even for all the hell your mother put me through."
She tried backing away a little faster. He reached her. She was frightened of her father for the first time in her life. She raised her hands as if he was going to strike her. He didn't strike her. Instead he put his hands on her shoulders.
"Do what I tell you," he said. "Take it off. Now!"
Years of obeying her father made her obey him now. She lifted up her hands and started undoing the man's shirt. She felt like screaming. She had needed to talk to her father, but she didn't need this to happen. Her handsome father was raping her.
She undid her shirt all the way down the front and shrugged it off her shoulders. She put her hands against his chest and tried to push him away.
"The bra, damn it," he said. "Take it off."
"Please, Daddy," she begged. "You're not yourself. Maybe you've been in the woods or something too long. Don't make me do anything else."
"Take off the fucking bra," he said.
She knew she wasn't going to be able to do anything to stop him. She shrugged her shoulders in resignation. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. She let it fall her tits sprang out firm and creamy. Her pink nipples pressed against his chest.
"Beautiful," he said. "Fucking beautiful!"
She had never been touched this way by her father. He ran his hands down her naked back and down to her shapely ass. She felt him grabbing her asscheeks as hard as he could. He jerked her against him so that her tits were mashed flat against his chest, and her pussy was pressed against the hardened bulge in his pants.
"Don't do this," she begged. "Please, Daddy!"
He wasn't listening to her. He was inflamed with lust. He kissed her mouth. She kept her mouth cold but he didn't seem to mind. He kept kissing her cold mouth and slobbering all over her face. He was like a madman.
She kept begging him to stop as he forced her down to the ground and ran his hands up to her tits. His hands started caressing them, making them hard despite her feelings.
"Just like your momma," he said. "Just another whore. Just let your tits get touched and you go crazy. Just like your fucking mother."
She felt her father biting at her soft shoulders like an animal. She felt his tongue moving down the front of her body. He kissed the top of one creamy tit and then the other. She was trying not to feel anything at all, but she couldn't help the ripples of pleasure that slowly spread through her body.
"Daddy, stop," she pleaded. "I'm your daughter. Please don't do this to me!"
She knew if he didn't stop soon, she was in trouble. She tried to pull his head away. He lifted up and his face was a look of lust and hate.
"You bitch," he said. "You fucking bitch. You fool around with me and I'll break your fucking back. I don't care if you are my daughter. You're a hot-assed bitch just like your mother and I'm going to make you pay!" She knew she couldn't fight him. Not when he was like that. She stopped resisting. She relaxed. He put his mouth back against her tits again. His hot mouth started sucking at one of her pink nipples. She felt them getting hard as rock. She couldn't help herself. She could also feel her hips moving in response to the sucking. Her pussy was getting wet. She didn't like what was happening. Her pussy was getting wet while she was thinking of her father.
Her father moved his lips back up her body. He sucked at the soft skin of her throat. He moved his lips up to her mouth. He stabbed his tongue at her mouth. She somehow found herself opening her mouth and letting his tongue inside. For a few minutes they rubbed their tongues together.
His hands came up between them and started massaging her big tits. Her tits felt aching and swollen. She could no longer control herself. It just didn't seem to matter anymore that he was her father. She kept remembering how good it felt to have a big cock inside her aching pussy.
"Oh Daddy," she moaned. "Daddy, you're going to fuck me. I know you're going to fuck me!"
"You're fucking right," he said. "I'm going to have some of that sweet pussy!"
One of his hands went up between her thighs. She couldn't keep her legs together. His hand cupped her pussy. She could feel the heat of his fingers. It made her shiver. She tried not to respond but she could feel her ass lifting off the ground to respond to his caressing fingers.
Fire went through her cunt.
She tried to tell him not to do it but she already felt his hands undoing her jeans. He was peeling them down her long legs and she was kicking them off. His hand went back between her legs. His fingers stroked her cotton panties.
"You're crazy, Daddy," she moaned. "You're acting crazy. You shouldn't be doing this. You shouldn't be doing this!"
But now she knew that nothing was going to stop her father, and she didn't want anything to. She was enjoying his hands. She spread her legs wider and pushed her cunt up against his fingers.
"Take the panties off, bitch," he said. "Take off your fucking panties!"
It was the final humiliation. She was forced to take off her own panties so that her father could cover her pussy hole with his hand again. This time she felt his two fingers slowly worming into her pussy.
"Oh Daddy," she said softly.
Her father started working his fingers in and out of her cunt. His other hand moved up to cover her titty. She felt him squeezing her titty hard and rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Each touch of his fingers sent another shiver of excitement through her.
Her father took his fingers out of her cunt. He raised himself up.
"You undress me, bitch," he said. "I walked in on your mother one night and she was undressing a boy. She had his clothes down around his knees and she was playing with his prick. That's what I want you to do, bitch!"
She was shivering all over. She got up to her hands and knees and started undressing her father. She just couldn't understand how her father could make her do these things. He wasn't the father she had known. He was a crazy man.