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From who@why.not Thu Sep 25 22:30:09 1997
father in control


Bill locked the front door, wondering how he and his family had ever reached
this point.

He had truly loved his wife and children once, years ago, back when the girls
were young and innocent, back when his wife respected him.

When had that respect disappeared? The girls were more out of control than
ever now, and Bill didn't know of a way to stop them. His daughters seemed to
rule the house now, and he seemed to have very little input.

Bill came back over to the couch, quickly turning off the television set. He
sat down on the couch, feeling a small lump as he did.

Bill dug his hands under the cushion of the couch. He felt something soft and
silky. He now tugged hard on the item.

It was blue, silky and very thin. Bill's daughter, Brooke, must have left it
here.

Brooke was the wildest of his four daughters. She was blonde, pretty and known
to do just about anything when it came to a man or a party.

As Bill held the garment, he started to sweat. He quietly wondered how the
garment had been left here. Then he remembered about a week previously, when
he had come down early for breakfast. Brooke had been in just a blanket,
standing by the door, looking out. He had surprised her.

Bill stared down at the small nightgown, and he started to get an idea.

His daughters were wild, out of control, and didn't believe or think they
could be stopped. Maybe Bill could control them, not through the usual
threats, grounding and punishment. Maybe he could use their own wildness,
their own sexuality, against them.

Bill now stood. He had planned to go straight to bed, but he now decided to
take a detour. He started up the steps, to the communal bedroom of his
daughters.

He moved quietly, though he knew the four up here were all heavy sleepers. The
other daughter was downstairs. Bill now slowly made his way in the room.

His daughter Heather kept a small night light by her bed. It was no surprise
to Bill that her sheets were pulled up to her neck, and she looked every bit
the angel she was. Heather had lustrous brown hair that spread out on her
pillow.

Joanne was in the bed next to her. Joanne had black hair, which framed a
pretty, if average, face. Bill stared down, seeing Joanne in a white tee
shirt. Though her sheets were pulled down only a bit, he could just make out
the rounded, fleshy mounds of his daughter's breasts.

Jamie was in the next bed. Jamie was just as wild as her sister, just as
pretty, just as fleshy. Unfortunately, Jamie was dumb. Bill couldn't explain
it, but Jamie was always getting into trouble because of what others lead her
into. Jamie was a lot better formed than Joanne, and her body showed. Jamie's
sheets were almost off, and he could see the outline of her large breasts, and
the outline of her panties against her tee shirt.

Then, finally, there was Brooke. His daughter had very little modesty, or
maybe she had just decided that she would be safe sleeping with her sisters.
Brooke's sheets were almost off, and she was naked!

Bill stared down at the small, firm breasts of his teen daughter, her blonde
hair almost covering one. He watched as she rolled over slowly, and he
suddenly could see her ass, shining in the moonlight streaming through the
window.

Bill stopped thinking then. He felt himself getting even more excited.  He
dropped the blue silk to the floor, then his shorts. He quickly got into bed
with Brooke.

One minute, the pretty blonde teen was asleep, dreaming about guys and clothes
and guys, the next there was a hand over her mouth. Brooke struggled as she
felt a hardness enter her. She tried to straighten, only to see her father's
face over her's.

"Just stay quiet," he whispered. "I'm just going to fuck you a little bit."

Brooke tried to scream, but her father's hand was over her mouth. She arched
her back in pain as she felt him start to work in and out.

Bill had never felt so much pleasure, felt so much control, as he started to
fuck his daughter. The screams behind his hand, the wild shaking, the dryness
of her, all made him work quicker and quicker.

Brooke was in shock. Not only was she being forced to fuck, but it was her own
father! Brooke again tried to shake, tried to get away from her father, but he
gave her a small slap, keeping her pinned where she was.

"Just lie there and take it," he whispered. "It's what you like."

Bill went faster and faster, the tight grip of Brooke's pussy thrilling him
again and again. Just the violation of her, the violation of the rules of what
keeps a family together, made him work frenziedly.

Brooke felt her father quicken his stroke. She stopped trying to fight then,
because she knew it was a lost cause. Her father was deep in her, and there
was little she could do.

Bill saw the tears gleaming in his daughter's eyes, but they only pleased him
as he thrust faster and faster.

Bill came then, sending his seed deep in his daughter. He watched the blonde
cry under him as he continued to work in and out of her.

Brooke had thought her father would quit, once he had peaked. But she was
surprised and frustrated when he continued to go in and out of her.

Bill knew he had gone too far now to look back. He was going to have to live
with what he had done. Yet he felt good. He hadn't fucked a woman like that in
a long time.

Bill squeezed Brooke's breasts as he slowed his thrusting in and out of her.
The blonde's tightly curled pubic hair still excited him.

Brooke didn't know what to do. She had never been forced to bed with a man.
Yet her father, her own father, had just raped her!

Bill knew he would have to do more than just this for Brooke's demoralization
to be complete. He now moved up, slapping Brooke softly as he waved his
manhood in her face.

"No," whispered Brooke, not wanting her sisters to wake and have to do this.
"No, daddy, please, I-mmmf!"

Bill held Brooke's head as he thrust in her mouth. His daughter quickly
started to choke and gag, and he pulled on her hair as hard as he could.

"Stop that!" he quietly ordered. "If the others hear you, you'll be sorry. Now
suck daddy!"

Bill worked his manhood in and out of Brooke's mouth, hearing the choking and
gagging diminish. He smiled as his manhood went down the throat of his
daughter.

Brooke tried to cry, but she was silence by her father working in and out of
her mouth. She just couldn't believe what was happening. Her father was
forcing her down on him, and he didn't seem to feel the slightest bit of
guilt.

Bill worked faster and faster, now fucking Brooke's mouth. He didn't care if
his daughter helped or not. He just wanted to again feel that surprise
release.

Brooke struggled, trying not to use her tongue on her father as he worked in
and out of her mouth. She just wanted him to be done, but he was pulling her
deeper in his groin, and he thrust his manhood at odd angles, so all of her
mouth was filled with his taste.

Bill looked down, and thought he was almost in heaven. Brooke's frantic eyes
pleaded with him, but the feel of her mouth and throat as he worked in and out
told him what he needed to know. The tears on Brooke's face excited him.

Brooke knew what the soft moan meant. She braced herself for the fact that her
father was about to come in her mouth, and she couldn't stop him.

Bill peaked now, powerful waves of his seed now filling the mouth of his
beautiful daughter. He held himself in her mouth, and he waited until she had
forcefully gulped before he slowly continued to again work in and out of her
mouth.

Brooke started to cry again. She was well known for sucking guys at school,
but this was the first time she had ever been forced to swallow.

Bill now slowly took his manhood out of Brooke's mouth. He now wrapped his
manhood in her golden blonde hair.

"I have to dry off," he whispered. "Your hair is good for that."

Brooke's tears streamed down her face as Bill settled on top of her naked
body. He liked the soft feel of the teen, her blonde mound hair very soft to
the touch.

"Get out!" she whispered frantically. "Get out now, and I won't tell mom."

Bill gave a soft laugh.

"I don't really care if you tell your mother," he whispered. "If you do, then
both of you will have to live with the fact that I fucked you."

Brooke broke down then, but Bill was very unsympathetic to his daughter. She
rolled over and away from him. His eyes darted down her shaking back, coming
to rest on her slightly jiggly ass.

Bill stared at the fleshy, almost white expanse of flesh, and he could feel
himself start to again harden. He now slowly rolled over, not wanting to alert
Brooke.

The blonde felt so frustrated, so helpless. Her father! Her own father! He had
taken what she had freely given others, and he didn't even seem to mind that
she had said no.

Bill now grabbed Brooke's hips, then thrust forward and down. Brooke tried to
scream as her father's weight rolled on her, but her father's hand again
covered her mouth as he started to work in and out of her ass.

Bill moved slowly, for his teen daughter's ass was very tight. He now thrust
faster and faster, enjoying the feel and the texture of her ass.

Brooke screamed again and again with pain, but there was no one who could hear
her. She bit her father's hand, but he just slapped her with his other one,
then went back to working in and out of her.

Bill saw the wild shaking of Brooke's head, saw her blonde hair flying
everywhere, and he knew she was having trouble with all the pain. He worked as
hard and as fast as he could, determined both to punish his daughter while
pleasing himself.

Brooke tried to grind and shake away, but her father had her pinned to the
bed, his body weight on top of hers as he worked in and out of her ass.

Bill felt the tight clench of Brooke's ass, felt her screams behind his hand,
saw the tears again flowing down her face, and he felt his manhood explode.

Bill peaked now, sending wave after wave of seed in the tight ass of his
daughter, using the lubrication of his jism to again work in and out of her
even faster.

Brooke screamed and shook, completely devastated. She had only done this act
twice, and she was still trying to get used to the pain. But her father hadn't
cared about that.

Bill smiled as Brooke went flat in the bed again. He slowly pulled his manhood
from her ass. He continued to lay on top of her, whispering in her ear.

"Now that was what I call a good fuck," he said. "That's what I'm going to
tell all the guys about, and all of your friends when they come over."

Brooke shook with her crying.

"I'll be ruined."

Bill smiled. He had her.

"There's another way," he whispered with a wide smile. "You agree to fuck me
every night for the next year, and I won't ruin you."

Brooke stared at her father.

"But that's sick!" she whispered, voice rising. "Father's don't do it with
their daughters."

"You do," said Bill. "Or else."

"Isn't there any other way?"

Bill shook his head.

"I either fuck you, or I fuck your friends."

Brooke now tried to rise from the bed, but Bill slammed her down.

"I asked you a question."

Brooke shook her head.

"I can't do it," said Brooke. "You're my daddy."

Bill now pulled Brooke's hair hard as he forced her back down under him.

"If that's the way you want it," he said. He thrust in Brooke's ass again,
holding his hand over her mouth. "Daddy will just have to show you how he
feels another way."

Brooke continued to cry as her father went in and out of her tight ass.

Bill had left Brooke very early the next morning, having fucked her five
times. When he finally did leave her bed, she was so exhausted, so humiliated
he didn't think he would have a problem controlling her in the future.

Bill had listened as his other daughters had dressed for school, then left.
Brooke had gone, Bill enjoying the withdrawn look on her face. The blonde
hadn't met his eyes when he came down for breakfast, nor when he took his
daughters to school.

Jamie was due for a physical, so she had been allowed to sleep late. She
wouldn't go to school until after her doctor's appointment.

Bill's wife had asked him to take off work so he could take his daughter. He
would have protested before, but after last night, after fucking Brooke, he
now looked forward to the morning.

He came up the stairs. He stared at Brooke's empty bed, remembering what he
had done to his little blonde slut of a daughter. Would he get the same chance
with Jamie?

He stared down at his brown haired beauty. He could see her a lot better in
the morning light. Her nipples were pink, showing through her tee shirt now.
Bill felt himself start to harden. The feeling of power and control was
incredible. He could fuck his daughter right here, right now, and there would
be little she could do to stop him. But he wanted an element of surprise. The
covers were almost off, and he again stared at Jamie's panties.

Jamie didn't waken when her father tapped her shoulder, and she didn't know
she gave him a free pink at her large breasts as he again tapped her.

"We have to leave in about an hour," he said brightly.

Jamie just nodded, then slowly got out of bed as her father went back down the
stairs.

Bill stopped half way down the stairs. He knew that Jamie was planning on
taking a bath before her appointment, and he niow saw his opportunity.

Bill had always heard the expression "you are never more vulnerable than when
you are naked." He thought he could apply it now, to what he was going to do
to Jamie. He would let her take her bath, at least to a certain point. Then he
would attack.

Jamie quickly crossed her arms and lifted the extra large tee shirt off. The
water was running, and as she closed, but did not lock, the bathroom door, she
felt her nipples harden. She smiled as she softly caressed one.

Bill now slowly came back up the stairs. He heard the water stop, then heard
his daughter settling into the tub. He knew it was just about time for him to
act.

Jamie slowly settled in the hot water. She saw her pink nipples hard above the
water, and she now caressed one, then the other, until both tips stood up
hard. Jamie's hand disappeared under the water, and she gave a soft moan as
her finger found her slit.

Bill crept to the door. He opened it just the slightest bit, making sure the
sound wouldn't bother or distract his luscious daughter.

Jamie wouldn't have heard him. It was obvious she was fingering herself. The
water appeared to mocve as she worked her fingers in and out.

Bill had never seen a teen do this, and he found himself quickly hardening as
he watched Jamie masturbate.

Jamie had her eyes closed. She had one hand in her mound, and the other hand
now went from nipple to nipple, caressing both into a firm hardness.

Her other hand was working three fingers in and out of her pussy. Jamie gave a
soft moan now, but it started to grow more and more urgent as she worked her
fingers in and out.

Bill decided to hold off. If he timed it just right, not only would he be able
to catch his daughter at her most vulernable naked self, he could also catch
her when she was an even more vulnerable time: just as she peaked.

Jamie's moans grew louder and louder, her hand now working furiously in and
out of her pussy. Bill could see Jamie's hips shaking as she thrust her whole
lower body up to try and take her own fingers even deeper.

Bill watched as he moved closer. He could tell from the intense look on
Jamie's face as well as the quickness of her fingers that she was close, and
he wanted to act at just the right time.

Jamie gave a loud moan as she came, her body shaking under the water, her
fingers working frantically in and out of her thickly haired slit.

Just as she opened her eyes, Bill slapped her, then pulled her hair as hard as
he could. With almost no cry at all, Bill thrust his prick in Jamie's mouth.

Jamie choked and gagged, the shocked look on her face priceless as she felt
her father start to work in and out of her mouth as fast as he could.

Bill worked faster and faster, the sight of Jamie crying a powerful one for
him, as was the tight feel of her mouth as he quickly went in and out.

Jamie tried to scream, but her father had viciously grabbed her head, bringing
it closer to his groin, thrusting in and out as qwuickly and as hard as
possible.

Bill's mind reeled at the thought of what he was doing. He was fucking his
daughter's face, and she was pinned to his groin so closely, she could do
nothing.

Jamie tried to figure out a way to stop her father, but his hands were wrapped
in her hair, his prick all the way down her throat. There was no escape.

Bill came now, pulling his prick out just as he shot off, covering Jamie's
face with all his jizz, the brownhaired beauty disguisted at what her father
had done.

Jamie was known for swallowing a man's come, so when her father started to rub
in his jizz on her face, she felt even more disgusted than usual.

Bill now let his prick fall from the mouth of Jamie. He pulled his daughter up
by the hair, then threw her to the bathroom floor.

"Just what the hell were you doing?" he asked furiously.

Jamie looked at her father, then again started to cry as loud as she could.

"Stop that damn crying!" he yelled.

When Jamie didn't stop, he came to where she lay on the floor, and he started
to slap her as hard as he could, raining blow after blow on her face, until
Jamie collapsed onto her back, shivering from the cold of the bathroom.

It was the worst move she could have made, for Bill's eyes were already
running up and down her body, and when she lay there,  he stared at her thick
brown forest of pussy hair for the longest time before he moved.

Jamie felt her father grab her thighs, and she started to scream as she felt
her own father spread her legs, spread her thick brown fur, hold her ankles
high. Then she felt Bill thrust down and in, working in and out of the
wonderfully tight wet slut.

Bill smiled as Jamie screamed in pain and anguish. As he started to work in
and out of her pussy, it was obvious Jamie was not mad because he had taken
her cherry. No, she was mad because of who he was and what he was doing. And
her anguished crying  proved that he was all the way in her pussy, and she
realized there was nothing she could do to stop her father.

Jamie tried to slap her father, tried to squirm left and right, tried to head
butt him, tried to kick him. but it was all for nought. Her own father had
spread her open, and it was her father who was fucking her brains out.

Bill worked faster and faster in his daughter. He was glad now that he had
waited to fuck the slut. Because he had let her finish fingering herself, she
was wet. She didn't like to admit it, but the reason he could fuck her so fast
and so deep was because she was wet.

Jamie had started to realize that she couldn't stop her father, that she
couldn't make him feel guilty. He had her pinned, and he was between her legs,
and she couldn't change that fact.

Bill knew that he was close. It was a combination of everything. Seeing Jamie
come already. Seeing her suck his prick. the feel of her brown pussy hair on
his prick. the feel of her pussy on him as he worked in and out.

Jamie just lay there, crying and shaking as she felt her father work in and
out of her. She felt so humiliated, so ashamed of what was happening, she
couldn;t bear to fight her father.

Bill came now, shooting his jizz deep in Jamie, continuing to work his oprick
in and out of his daughter. His daughter! His mind continued to reel at just
what he was doing.

Jamie cried helplessly. Her mouth used, her pussy fucked, she knew that she
didn't have a lot left to offer her father, and as she felt him continue to
fuck her, she screamed in frustration.

Bill worked faster and faster for a reason. Jamie's pussy felt so good, her
pussy hair felt so good, that he was going to use her pussy to get himself
hard again. He still had one more thing in mind, even if his daughter didn't.

Jamie didn't move when her father finally pulled his prick from her pussy. He
lay on top of her, trying to force kisses even as he slapped her across the
face. As he shifted one way, she shifted the other.

This was what Bill had wanted. His prick was almost hard again, and he was now
staring at his own daughter's wide, firm, pretty ass. He now started to move
around his daughter.

"Ohhhhhhhh noooooo!" she shroeked. "Myyyyy gooodddd! Noooooo! Pllleassee
stopppp!"

Bill thrust in Jamie's ass, working deep on the very first stroke, something
Bill noticed immediately.

Jamie screamed again in agony. Bill grabbed her hips, then started to slowly
work his way in and out of her ass. He liked the way her ass jiggled.

Bill now grabbed Jamie's hair, and as he pulled her hair back, he could feel
her ass tighten as he worked in and out. It was just what he wanted.

Jamie gasped and moaned, shrieking with every stroke of her father in and out
of her ass. She knew that she couldn't handle the pain, and she cried
helplessly as her father continued.

Bill didn't know which felt better: fucking his daughter had been good, a ride
in heaven to be sure. But now, fucking Jamie's ass as hard and as fast as he
could felt just as good.

Jamie moaned and cried, her brown hair flying everywhere as she wildly shook
her head, Jamie trying futilely to handle all the pain of her father in her
ass.

Bill worked faster and faster, knowing that he was close. He liked the feel of
Jamie's ass, though he knew he would keep bothering her until she told him who
had fucked her ass fiorst.

Jamie cried and moaned. She was in a state of helpless shock now, her own
father ramming deep in her ass, her own father, whispering in her ear.

Bill peaked now, his jizz shooting deep in Jamie. Just looking down, seeing
her wet brown hair, feeling her tight ass, seeing her ass jiggle as he worked
in and out, made him shoot wave after wave after wave.

Jamie slumoped to the floor, her own sense of frustration overwhelming her as
her father followed her down to the floor, prick still deep in her ass.

"Get in your bedroom!" he yelled. Jamie didn't move from where she was. "I
said now, you slut!"

Bill slapped his hand on Jamie's perfect ass, and she slowly started to move
to her bedroom.

Her screams could be heard the rest of the morning, but only her father was
there to hear them, and he didn't care how loud she screamed.

Bill now closed the door to the bathroom. Jamie lay, quivering and crying, on
the cold floor. From the look in her eyes, Bill knew that he had been able to
again find a way to conterol another of his daughters. That meant he had two
under his control, but it also meant there were three more he was going to
have to work on.

As he came down the stairs, he heard the door open, and his daughter Joanne
came in.

Joanne smiled at her father.

"It's lunch time at school," she said. "I thought I'd come home to eat. It's
so much easier."

Joanne turned back to what she was doing, and Bill smiled. So young. So naive.
He looked at his daughter, stared at her skirt covered ass, and smiled the
smile of a man about to act.

Joanne suddenly felt her hair pulled. Joanne stood as Bill turned her and
slapped her as hard as he could.

"I think it's time for a diet," he yelled. "I better give you something to
remember."

He ripped Joanne's skirt down and off. The brunette shrieked as her panties
were the next to go under her father's hand. She screamed even louder as he
bent her forward on the table.

"Ohhhhhh Gooodddd!" Joanne shrieked. "Nooooooo! Dadddyyyy! Pleasseee!
Stopppp!"

Bill thrust forward slowly, trying to work his hard prick in Joanne's ass. The
teen was so tight that he had a difficult time moving very far in his
daughter.

Joanna screamed as Bill started to work in and out of her ass. Her pain and
anfuish were obvious, as Bill worked in and out, the table creaking under the
weight of both father and daughter.

Bill had never felt so excited. Joanna's ass was so tight! It had been
different with the other two, because they had been fucked, and fucked a lot.
Joanna was a lot tighter.

Joanna couldn't believe the pain she was in as her father fucked her ass.
Joanna's mind was blown at just those words, much less feeling his hard prick
in her ass.

Bill started to work faster and faster in Joanna's ass, enjoying the sound of
her pained screams, enjopying the sight of her face wrinkled in agony,
enjoying the feel of her ass as he thrust deeper and deeper.

Joanna shook her head wilsly, her brunette hair flying everywhere as she tried
to handle the incredible pain. She was crying loudly, for she couldn't believe
what her father was doing.

Bill went faster and faster, the pain making him fuck his daughter's ass as
hard and as deep as he could. He had enjoyed his other two daughters, but
Joanna's tight ass was something special.

Joanna cried and shrieked with every stroke, wondering what she had done to
deserve this, the overwhelming pain of her own father fucking her ass.

Bill peaked now, glad to shoot his jizz deep in his daughter Joanna's ass,
glad to watch her pained face, glad to feel her tight ass as he continued to
work in and out.

Joanna sdlumped down to the table, uncaring that her father stayed in her ass.
She felt so overwhelmed, so shocked, so fucked as she lay there.

Bill looked down at his daughter as he pulled his prick from her ass. He
wanted to make sure that she had a lot of terouble eating in the future, so he
walked around to where Joanna's head was, then slapped her.

Joanna had been crying with her eyes closed as she tried to deal with what her
father had done, but when he slapped her, she opened her eyes quickly.

Bill enjoyed that shocked look as he slapped Joanna again, then thrust his
hard prick into her mouth, working deep so that she had to start choking.

Joanna cried helplessly as Bill grabbed her head, then pulled her hair. As she
opened her mouth to cry, he thrust in faster, quickly using her choking and
gagging to make her feel even more helpless.

Bill started to work faster and faster, enjoying the feel of Joanna's mouth on
him, wishing that she would work on him, knowing that what he asked was
impossible.

Joanna had fresh tears in her eyes as her father worked in and out of her
mouth. She was still  having a hard rtime believing what he was doing to her.

Bill enjoyed what was happening. He had enjoyed fucking Brooke, he had enjoyed
fucking Jamie, and he would soon be enjoying his fuck of Joanna, though she
didn't know it yet.

Joanna continued to choke and gag, and she had the instinct impression that
her father was fucking her face now, working in and out like he had her ass.

Bill worked faster and faster, feeling the explosion building in his groin. He
had never suspected that Joanna would be so modest and so unknowing when it
came to sex.

Joanna knew what was about to happen, and she turned her head and blanched.
She had never swallowed before.

Bill peaked now, shooting wave after wave of his jizz into the mouth and down
the throat of Joanna. He thought his daughter looked just perfect with his
prick in her mouth.

Joanna's eyes filled with new tears as her father pulled his prick out of her
mouth. She choked and gagged a bit longer, then again started to cry.

Bill didn't care about the pain his daughter felt. Fact was, he was feeling
better than he had in years, and it was all because he had fucked his
daughters.

Joanna lay there, and as her father rounded the table, she had a vacant stare
in her eyes. It was only when she felt her father grab her thighs and spread
her legs that she reacted.

"Ohhhhhh Gooddddd!" she screamed with anger. "Noooooo! Dadddyy, pleassee!
Noooooo!"

Bill stared at Joanna's thick pussy hair, stared at her thrust forward pussy,
then thrust down and in, fucking his daughter as hard as he could.

Joanna didn't know a tabel could be as cold as the kitchen one. Her back
arched off the tabel as Bill stroked down and in. Her lack of blood, her lack
of a hymen, enraged Bill, working even harder in her, forcing a scream from
the brunette.

Bill ghad really thought Joanna was a virgin, and now that he had found out
she wasn't one, he started to fuck his daughter with a vengeance.

Joanna screamed with every stroke of her father, slapping him and kicking him
in an attempt to escape. Bill just slapped his daughter, then thrust even
deeper.

Bill worked faster and faster in Joanna, his anger turning into energy as he
worked deep and hard into Joanna. He could already feel an explosion building
in his groin.

Joanna had never suspected that her father could be so ruthless as he was now.
It was like there was no other part of her but her pussy, which he was fucking
as hard as he could.

Bill could see the anger in his daughter's eyes, but he didn't care. He was
angry too, angry that this slut had already been fucked by someone else.

Even now, Joanna still had trouble believing that all of this was happening,
that her own father had her spread on the table and was fucking her brains
out.

Bill thrust deep, then peaked, shooting his jizz deep in Joanna's unwilling
pussy. As he continued to fuck his daughter, he twisted his hands on her
breasts, forcing his daughter to scream again.

Joanna tried to fall off the table, but Bill grabbed her, turned her over,
then again stroked in her ass. The brunette screamed in agony, and Bill
smikled as he begtan to work in and out.

Bill hadn't planned on this, because he had started to go soft. But he knew he
had to make an impression on Joanna, and her ass was a good place to start
that humiliation.

Joanna shrieked with pain as her father worked in and out of her ass. She
wondered why he was doing this to her, knowing he would never tell her what
she had done.

Bill now pulled his prick out of Joanna's ass, and he came around the table,
slapping her as hard as he could as he picked up her head from the table.

"This was just a reminder," he yelled. "Go on a diet."

Joanna slumped to the floor, falling off the kitchen table with a pleasing
plop. Bill smiled as he looked down at the crying brunette, his manhood again
starting to harden.

Then Bill heard sounds from the living room, and he knew that another daughter
was home, another daughter for him to have some of his own kind of fun with.

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