Brad Harris

Raped daughter

CHAPTER ONE

The slender brunette kicked at a small rock in her path as she walked beside the road. Damn! Damn! Damn! They only had one thing on their mind. All they ever thought about was cunt! She sighed in disgust, her skin feeling creepy from the way Mr. Thompkins had looked at her.

"Oooooeeee! Look at that!" a voice screamed out of the cab of a passing truck.

The young man behind the wheel beat his hand on the door as he slowed down and eyed the girl.

Connie ignored him, refusing to even look up she waited for him to gun the truck on down the road. She couldn't understand why Leila enjoyed having the men all whistling at her and making lewd suggestions. She couldn't understand why Leila put up with old man Thompkins always rubbing against her. The teen-ager shuddered, remembering the way his eyes had ogled her tits this afternoon.

The girl had stopped by the cafe where her sister worked as a waitress. Connie sat at the counter and drank a Coke while her older sister chatted icily with two men in one of the front booths. One of them kept putting his hand on the young woman's leg, trying to get it up beneath her short skirt. Leila, however, would step aside each time he moved it upward. The whole scene was offensive to Connie. She wanted to scold her sister. Leila had a bad enough reputation as it was. Everyone in town seemed sure that she was putting out for old man Thompkins. Most of the kids at school claimed she was fucking around with several other men, as well.

Leila was just too pretty, the girl decided. She had too soft a face. She had too good a figure. Especially she had too provocative an ass. Connie watched now, observing the excited thrust of Leila's tits as she laughed with the men.

The teen-ager felt a deep sense of relief when they finally rose and walked over to pay their bill. Now, she decided, now she would fuss with her sister about letting the men paw all over her like that.

"Hi, babe!" Leila greeted her, using the old teasing nickname with which she had tormented the girl for years. Connie sat up straighter, ready to lash out at her lovely sister.

"Come on back with me while I get things ready for the dinner rush," the older girl continued, walking back to the small kitchen.

Connie followed reluctantly. That's the way it always happened. Every time she was about to fuss with Leila, the girl turned her aside. She had never been able to really fight with Leila. Connie and her younger brother, Jud, fought constantly, Leila, though, never fought with anyone. Maybe that was her trouble, the teen-ager thought. Leila just could not be disagreeable, not even to a man who was trying to get in her pussy.

Mr. Thompkins was in the kitchen, working at the task of preparing the small menu of his cafe. He stopped as the girl entered and wiped his hands on his apron while he smiled at them both. Leila busied herself with arranging the china and silverware, ignoring the leering smile on his face. She ignored him even when he rubbed against her ass slowly and deliberately as he passed her in the cramped quarters. The passage was not that narrow, Connie saw. He intentionally rubbed his cock against her ass in passing, then made it worse by patting one of Leila's tits before looking again `at the younger girl.

"Hey," Thompkins grinned, "you haven't been around in a few weeks. Damn! You're getting as pretty as your sister!"

His eyes fixed on her young fits. Connie suddenly wished that she hadn't worn such a tight blouse. All of her blouses were tight, though in the last few months, her fits had grown so that they shoved the same way against any blouse or sweater she owned. The slender brunette shivered, uncomfortable from the way his eyes looked so greedily at her.

"Yes," Thompkins added. "You're going to have a body every bit as sexy as your sister's."

He emphasized his point by giving Leila a sharp slap across her ass, then pulling the taller girl tightly against him. Leila's tit looked like it was about to be crushed against him as he pulled her tighter, then reached his other hand up about her waist and cupped the tit on the opposite side. Connie felt a wave of anger surge through her. The girl was about to attack her sister's employer when Leila pulled away from the man and glared angrily at him.

"Ben Thompkins!" she hissed. "You've been drinking! You're nothing but a smelly, dirty-minded, old drunk!"

Connie expected the man to become angry. Instead he began to laugh. He laughed hard, his eyes getting moist from some strange sense of humor he must have.

"Maybe you're right," he said, laughing again.

He patted Leila's ass once more, then turned around and returned to his cooking. "It's true, though," he called back. "She's getting fits and an ass that are a match for yours."

The sisters got a chance for a quick conversation before another customer came into the cafe. Connie had no intention of remaining with Mr. Thompkins in back.

As her sister went out to wait on the couple who had just entered, then younger girl started to leave.

"Wait a minute, honey," Leila called to her. "Here. I had a good day of tips at lunch-time. Buy yourself a present."

She stuffed several bills in the girl's hands, then thrust her fits proudly against her uniform and stepped quickly towards the new customers. Connie smiled, pocketed the money, and left the cafe. The girl stopped briefly at the grocery store to pick up a few groceries, then walked out beyond the edge of town towards their small house.

Fucking! That's all they ever thought about, she mumbled to herself. They never thought about anything except pussy and fits and fucking! She watched the truck whose driver had just yelled to her move out of sight along the road, and turned across a small field towards home.

The girl looked about as she entered her yard, hoping to catch sight of her brother. Twelve-year-old Jud had not completed his chores earlier in the day, before she left to walk in to town. She didn't really expect to find that he had done them in her absence. Jud! Jud! She sighed as she walked up the steps and entered the kitchen. At least Jud was one male whose mind was on something besides fucking. At twelve, the tousled-haired boy was still much more interested in baseball. That was where he must be now, she thought, smiling as she pictured the open intensity of his face. While all the others were trying to get their hands up some skirt, Jud was lost in his ball game.

The girl ran lightly up the stairs to her room and changed into more comfortable jeans and a loose sweatshirt. As she pulled her blouse off, she stared at her tits in the mirror. Damn! They were getting huge. She could imagine how old man Thompkins would pant if he saw them like this, cupped so lusciously in a dainty white bra. She turned her body in front of the mirror, watching the lean flow of her thighs and legs. She had better legs than Leila.

The girl was sure of that. Leila had just a bit too much meat on her thighs.

The men didn't seem to mind, of course, not so long as the older girl had such big tits and such a taunting ass.

Connie laid her bra aside, preferring to go braless and save her one good bra.

Her ripe young tits bounced beneath the soft material of her sweatshirt. It was a good thing, the girl decided, that she was going to be alone for the rest of the afternoon. She could imagine how Matt Robertson and the other boys would react to the way her tits were bouncing. Matt was enough of a problem anyway.

He had always been rough, constantly in fights at school. He had never had much to do with Connie, however, even though he lived only a quarter of a mile away, just beyond the small grove of trees down the road. He had never had much to do with Connie until lately, that is. For the last few months, though, he kept coming around her, trying to get his hands on her. He had caught her on several occasions.

The little brunette shuddered as she remembered the feeling of his hard prick against her when he held her roughly and kissed her. He had kissed her and hunched his cock against her while the other boys howled with laughter. As he let her go, he plunged his face into her fits and twisted it back and forth.

His eyes then looked into hers. It had been the first time the girl had ever stared at lust in such a face to face manner.

"One of these days," he muttered to her, "I'm going to get that little pussy of yours."

She couldn't understand why he wanted hers so badly. Shit! Half the girls in school were dropping their pants for the big, tough blond boy. Especially since he had become the local football star, the girls had been willing to let him fuck the most anytime. Let him run his cock up their cunts, Connie told herself. She didn't want any part of it.

The teen-ager banged pots and pans about in the kitchen as she prepared dinner.

Her dad would be home from the mill in another hour or so. That is, he would be home if he didn't get drunk first She shuddered again, remembering last night.

Bob Mason had not come home until almost eleven o'clock. When he did, he had brought a red-haired woman along, a woman as drunk as he was. Connie could still feel the distaste that ran through her as she watched her dad pawing the woman.

Bob kept running his hands into the redhead's crotch and grabbing at her pussy while the woman laughed and tried to get her fumbling hands on his cock. He pulled her suddenly to him and plunged one hand down the neck of her dress. He got his fingers inside her bra and played with her fits while she kept giggling drunkenly. Connie had waited long enough to see the woman's pudgy fingers unzip his fly and reach in for his swollen pecker. Then the girl left the room in sick disgust. She went to her bedroom, the room she shared with Leila. She waited until she heard her father's bedroom door close, then left the house and walked out to the small grove of trees to keep from hearing the continued laughter of Ike woman who was being fucked in her father's bedroom.

The little brunette got dinner started, then stepped out onto the back porch to look once more for her brother. She tried to hear the sounds of a ball game over at one of the near-by houses. Then she saw his bicycle propped against the small shed out back. His bike was there, as well as another, a girl's bike.

Connie hopped down the steps and walked over towards the shed. She could hear the low murmur of voices inside. The girl hesitated for a moment, then started to call out her brother's name. She should have, perhaps. It would have saved her the terrible shock she was about to receive. She could have remained on the porch and called to Jud, to warn him of the approach of dinner.

Instead, she walked to the shed and paused at the door. She lifted her hand to knock, then caught a blur of movement through one of the wide cracks in the board siding. The brunette placed her eye against the boards, her curiosity getting the better of her. She couldn't imagine what Jud would be doing in there with a girl.

She saw. Damn, but she saw it! The kid had his young cock out in his hands and was displaying it to the young girl who was beside him. Connie gasped at the sight, the girl had her jeans off and panties down, displaying her pussy with its first growth of hair. She was lying back and smiling as Jud waved his hardened cock in front of her.

"See," he was saying. "See how hard it is? Now I'm going to fuck you with it.

I'm going to run it up your pussy and fuck you!"

CHAPTER TWO

"Don't hurt me," the girl whispered. "Please, your cock is so big and hard.

Don't let it hurt me."

Jud smiled at her, his eyes twinkling with anticipation. He looked hungrily at the gentle swell of her young tits, just beginning to fill out. His hand shook and trembled as he climbed over the girl, getting between her opened thighs and pointing his cock against her pussy.

"Mmmmm," he muttered. "I'm going to find out how sweet your pussy is. I'm going to find out all about it right now."

Connie stood frozen, unable to move her eyes from the crack between the boards.

She stood paralyzed in horrified fascination as she watched her brother began to shove his prick against the soft pink little pussy. He pushed the bulging head inside the soft flesh, then took his hand off the shaft and reached for the girl's tits. He pressed his thumbs against her soft nipples, rolling them in tiny circles until Connie could see them harden and deepen in color. The girl began to twist beneath him, her ass coming up off the blouse she had beneath it as she hunched her cunt against the trembling cock.

"It… it won't go in," she protested, her voice trembling. "It won't go in without hurting me."

"It won't hurt but a minute," Jud assured her. "Just a quick pain as I pop your cherry, then it'll all be fun."

Connie wondered how her brother knew so much about fucking. She was sure that he had been too busy with baseball to spend much time with girls. This must be something he heard from the older boys, the brunette decided. Those boys that were always trying to get their hands on her ass or tits must talk about it to the younger boys in the afternoon while they played ball over at the field.

"Ohhh!" the girl gasped, catching Connie's attention once more. Her blonde hair was swinging madly as she tried to fight against the intrusion of the angry cock. "Ohhhhh, Jud! You're killing me! You're tearing me apart! Ohhhh!"

The black-haired boy gave a sudden powerful lunge, driving his cock deeply into the shuddering cunt of the girl. The hard prick was buried now all the way up to the boy's balls. Jud's face showed a glowing pleasure in his accomplishment.

His eyes sparkled. His lips curled sensuously. He grabbed her fits with greater excitement, dropping one hand down to hold her ass while he began to pump his cock slowly back and forth in her pussy.

"It's done!" he chortled. "No need to fuss about it any more. Your cherry's gone now."

"1 still hurt down there," the girl sobbed. "Ohhhh, Jud, I'm bleeding. I can feel, the blood pouring out of me."

"It'll be all right," he assured her. "In another minute or two it'll be all right. I didn't get anything but your cherry. As soon as you get used to it, we can have fun."

He kept working his hands over her tits and ass. The `girl twisted, her head rolled from side to side in her mixture of delight and terror. As she turned her face towards Connie, the brunette gasped quickly. She recognized the child.

She should have assumed that she would know the girl. Any pussy that Jud would find was sure to come from this neighborhood. Still, Connie felt a certain feeling of concern. Jud was fucking Susie Robertson. He had brought Matt Robertson's sister over here and was fucking her.

Connie felt an impulse to shout to them, to try to convince her brother to leave the girl alone. She had opened her mouth to scream to him when she caught herself. It was too late flow. Hell, Jud's cock had already opened the girl's pussy. It was pumping away at her cunt now with enthusiasm. The girl, too, was committed to the fuck. She wasn't protesting any more. She was letting Jud ball away, letting his cock ram deeper and deeper into her pussy.

"Fuck me!" Susie whispered to the boy. "Yes, Jud! I do like it! Ohhhh, I like it! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

"Yeah, baby!" Jud gasped as he balled her with greater enthusiasm. "Ohhhh, what sweet pussy! Ohhh, man! What a sweet little fuck!"

The two kids tossed and rolled in the straw. Their hands roved over each other's bodies in teasing, taunting play. Connie stayed glued to the small opening, her breath coming quicker as she felt unable to resist the growing intensity of the fuck. Her fits ached strangely. Her pussy was quivering. She felt down into her crotch. Some of her juice was beginning to seep into her panties. She knew it. She hated the thought of her body responding this way.

She wanted to slap herself, to beat herself in punishment for getting so worked up from watching them. She didn't, though. Instead she began to cup her tits in her hands, leaning against the shed for support as her body trembled in excitement.

"Oooohh!" Susie cried out from within. "Oooohh, Jud! Something is about to happen! I'm getting the strangest feeling!"

"Orgasm!" the boy panted. "Don't you know anything? Damn! You're fixing to have an orgasm!"

The girl's body began trembling frantically. She writhed beneath the boy's body, her ass rolled sensuously, then hunching her panting cunt along the glistening shaft of his cock. Her head rolled, flinging her shining blonde hair from one side to the other. She arched her fits up towards the boy's chest, rubbing them wildly against him while he fucked with ever-increasing intensity.

"Ooohh!" she moaned. "Oooohh, yes! Oooohhh! Whatever it is, I like it! Mmmmm!"

Connie watched her body begin to shake violently. She could hear the girl struggle for breath. Then she saw her brother begin to shake and shudder just as wildly. He tore away at the soft little pussy like he wanted to tear the girl apart for real. He held her tightly, lifting her ass in one hand, then fucking her with greater force. His eyes were glowing with a new fervor as he fucked on and on.

"Uhhh!" he began to pant and grunt. "Uuuuu! Uhhhh!"

He shook with tight, rapid throbs. Connie watched them, knowing they were both in orgasm now. They clung to each other and moaned happily. The brunette looked at her brother's face. She had only seen such sheer pleasure before when he was playing baseball. Once, as he came boiling around third base, stretching out an inside-the-park home run, he had been glowing with the same intensity.

Connie pulled herself away from the shed and staggered towards the house. She had seen enough. She had seen too much. The expression of happiness of Jud's face had been too much for her to handle. Damn Damn! Damn! They were all alike, even Jud! They wanted pussy. They wanted all the pussy they could get. Damn!

She walked into the house and checked the dinner as it cooked. The smell failed to excite her. She was still disgusted with everything. She slapped plates and silverware onto the table, trying to work out her anger before Jud came in.

How would she be able to look at him? The thought suddenly hit the girl squarely. How could she face her little brother after what she had just seen?

She shuddered at the idea. Well, damn it, he would sure as hell have to go take a bath before dinner. She wasn't about to sit there with him having the smell of his cum all over him. No way!

She heard the front door open. Assuming the boy had walked around to the front of the house and watched the girl ride her bike off, Connie walked down the hall to meet him and send him straight up to the bathroom. She looked up to see her father coming through the hail, arm in arm with Rubin Peabody. She stopped in surprise, then felt her body tense up at the sight. Rubin was the one man she detested more than Mr. Thompkins. Rubin had been the one who started her father going down to the tavern after work. Her mother hadn't been dead more than two weeks when Peabody started keeping Bob Mason with him in the afternoons. They drank and chased pussy between the end of their shift down at the mill. They met again later in the evening to drink and chase more pussy.

"Hi, baby!" her dad called to her. "You know Rubin, don't you? I brought him home for a `quick dinner. We've got some plans for tonight."

He dug his elbow playfully in his friend's side to emphasize his point. Rubin, however, ignored him. The chubby man was too busy looking over the slender brunette in front of them. His eyes gaped at the way Connie's tits bounced beneath the sweatshirt. He practically licked his lips at the sight.

"Hot damn!" he muttered. "Bob, she's getting more like her sister every day! I thought Leila was the sexiest `girl in town. She won't be for long, though. Not with his little piece coming along behind."

Bob Mason responded to the compliments of his daughters. He grabbed Connie by her arm and pulled her against himself. He hugged her against his side, clearly enjoying the way her fit was rubbing `against him. He patted her ass affectionately, then let his hand squeeze one of her buttocks.

"I have to admit I sure know how to seed a girl-child!" he laughed drunkenly,