****** Kyla by Mystic Savatar ******
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Kyla


Kyla Washington hurried along the soft and squishy mud path. Her cheerleader
pompoms made soft swish swish sounds as they bounced mindlessly against her
slim hips. Kyla was Co-captain of the Cheerleading squad at Beaumont College.
As a junior she had several other obligations (much more important ones,
according to her father), but she refused to leave the team. As a result she
often had to rush home in order to have dinner prepared for her father by the
time he came home.

Kyla resented the fact that she had to live at home instead of at the coed
dormitory that the other cheerleaders had the privilege of staying. Her father
claimed lack of money, but Kyla suspected he only wanted to keep a close eye on
her. "No Boys in this house," he frequently declared, as if any guy would go
out with her. She couldn't even hang out with her friends for goodness sakes.
In any case, life was as it is and she quickened her pace as nigh began to
fall.

With no car, she was forced to depend on the bus and when she missed it, she
had to walk the 5 miles home. Yes, there would be hell to pay when her father
got home and there was nothing to fill his stomach. Finally, she spotted the
two-story house and she began to run, her pompoms now dancing wildly, but she
didn't care. She just had to get home. As soon as she got to the porch she
realized something was wrong. The lights were on and her father's car was
parked out front. "But how could he be here already?" she mumbled to herself.
She paused outside of the door and steeled herself for what she knew would come
next.

Kyla opened the door an before she was completely inside, she was yanked by her
arm into the living room and thrown on the ratty couch. "Where have you been?"
her father Frank Washington roared. Kyla hesitated to answer because she knew
that he disapproved of her cheerleading activities so much. So she lied. "I was
at the library studying. Cheerleading practice was canceled and I decided to
catch up on some work." She never saw the slap coming until her head was
reeling from the force. "What you take me for a fool? I went down to the
library looking for you and the librarian said you weren't there. In fact you
hadn't been in there for months. All these days you have been late and you have
been lying...this will not do. You better learn some respect young lady. Now
get into the position." This was the part that Kyla hated the most. She was
used to the slaps. She had been getting those ever since she was small.

Being the only child, and with no mother, she wasn't exactly given the star
treatment growing up. But now she was 20 and her father still spanked her as if
she was a baby. And what was worse was that she had to receive this humiliating
punishment in her underwear. Thin cotton was all that separated her tender butt
from his unyielding hand. She stood slowly and she released the clasp on her
wraparound skirt. Tears had already begun streaming down her face as she
dreaded what was to come next. She walked over to the wall and leaned onto it,
her butt standing out proudly. If circumstances were different, one would see
how sexy Kyla was. From hours of practice every day, Kyla's body was always
firm and strong. Her calves though slightly larger than the average girl led up
to smooth brown thighs, a flat stomach and soft, full breasts. Her face was the
most pleasure to behold however. With high cheekbones, black as coal eyes, and
black hair, she was something to behold. And now her body began to shake, as
she feared the whipping she was about to get.

Her father appraised her body from where he stood and nodded his approval. He
slipped his belt from his pants loops and walked toward her. He had never given
his daughter a whipping like the one he was about to administer and the
anticipation of her screams made his cock begin to awaken. Ever since she had
started to grow up physically, he had relished the thought of whipping her,
just to see her write and beg and plead for her release. He often had to rush
to the bathroom afterwards to massage his swollen cock because he was so
excited. And now he had found out she had lied to him. How dare she? That
wench! He would show her what happened when he was played for a fool.

He raised his arm and brought down the lash forcefully, the belt hitting her
squarely on her butt. Her first yell was so sudden and so sweet his cocked
jerked in response. "Oh Daddy please don't with the belt...your hand Daddy
please." He paid her no mind and he continued to bring down the lash, never
slowing down so as not to give her flesh time to cool down before it was
mercilessly hit again. She wailed incessantly, convinced that every lash was
cutting deep into her skin. Welts were in fact forming and with each
appearance, her father's cock swelled even more. By now he usually would have
stooped hitting her, but he had gotten so aroused this time that he couldn't
stop. As he whipped her with his left hand, he began to massage his crotch
through his pants. What a beauty she was when in pain, he thought. So tender
and yet so strong.

Much like her mother used to be, but then she didn't know how to listen either.
Finally Kyla's body couldn't take any more pain and her knees buckled under her
and she slumped onto the floor in a semi unconscious stated. Her panties,
ripped to shreds from the beating she had just sustained, offered no covering
to her young ass and pussy and they were exposed shamelessly. Frank saw this
display and was unable to resist stooping down to get a closer look. Apparently
she kept her pussy shaved and this excited him even more. He had to get a
better look at it...may be a smell of it. He bent further and got a whiff of
urine, and her natural musky feminine odor.

Tentatively he flicked his tongue out and touched her puffy labia. She didn't
even stir an inch, but his cocked stirred just a bit more. He knew that if he
didn't release it from his pants he'd be in some serious pain soon. Again he
licked her soft lips, eager to taste the juice he was sure awaited him. Up
until now, he had been delicate, but the burning in his pants spurred him on.
He easily picked Kyla up and laid her length- wise on the couch. Raising her
left leg up and resting it on the back of the couch, her full pussy came into
view and he couldn't help but chuckling.

Yes, he was going to have some fun tonight. Her small pussy glistened with his
saliva and seemed to be calling him. It was his right, he reasoned, to have
this pussy. It was his seed that created her, after all. He quickly rid himself
of his pants and boxers and his impressive cock sprang free. He took some time
to spit in his palm and rubbed the deep purple head of his cock. Measuring 9
inches long and a good three inches across at its thickest, his cock was
something to be proud of. His wife was never comfortable taking him, so he
sometimes had to wrench her wifely duty out of her by force. Oh well, that's
the past. This young piece of ass was right before him, ready for the taking.

Kyla began to stir and her father looked around for something to keep her
quiet, because she was sure going to be screaming once he began his onslaught.
He quickly removed his tie and shoved it forcefully in her mouth. Her eyes
fluttered a bit and she began to whimper, obviously waking from her semi
conscious state. He would have to hurry if he was going to get inside of her
before she started fighting. Spitting on his palm once more he hastily wet the
head of his cock and positioned himself over her. Before he slammed into her,
he jammed two fingers inside her ripe pussy and located her maidenhead. "A
virgin," he muttered. "So much the better."

In one swift and sure thrust he shoved a little more than half his throbbing
cock into her unwilling pussy. Her eyes flew open at the unwelcome intrusion.
She struggled to comprehend what was occurring and when she realized what was
happening and with whom she was consorting, she began to scream. Loud lusty
screams managed to get past the tie that he had rammed into her mouth as he
paid her no mind, steadily plowing her tight pussy for all he was worth.

Grabbing both of her flailing arms in his left hand, he pulled her sweater up
with his right, anxious to see her firm teenaged tits. They jiggled with every
forceful thrust and he couldn't help leaning over to chew on one soft nipple.
The nipple responded instantly, hardening to a small pebble. Getting tired of
this position, he slowly withdrew his cock, the head making an audible pop as
it was released from her pussy's vice-like grip. Pulling her up by her waist,
he managed to turn her over until her round ass was begging him to enter her.
Deciding to save her ass for another time, he easily slid into her pussy slick
with blood and precum.

Frank knew he would come soon and so he really gave it to her. Grabbing hold of
her hips, he pulled her back onto his waiting cock over and over again,
delighting in her smooth velvety insides. He was real close and let out a
torrent of names at her, urging her to fuck him harder. "Bitch you like that
don't you? Yes, push that nasty ass back. This is MY pussy you hear me?"

He couldn't take it anymore. With one final lunge, he spewed the very same seed
that created her into her womb. His body spasmed several times before finally
coming to rest. She was no longer screaming, but letting out resigned whimpers,
as she knew somewhere deep inside that this was not the last time. He pulled
out of her and with a look of satisfaction calmly said, "Bitch, clean up and
get my dinner."

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