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
