Daddy’s Girl

John stared at his 18-year-old daughter, Emily, as she slept in her bed, her thin nightgown riding up her legs. He was 45, his body heavy from years of neglect, but tonight, a dark urge had taken hold. His cock twitched in his pants, already half-hard at the thought of what he was about to do. Guilt gnawed at him— she was his little girl, innocent and trusting— but the desire overwhelmed it. He crept into her room, heart pounding, and clamped a hand over her mouth as she stirred awake.
Emily's eyes flew open, wide with terror. She thrashed against him, muffled screams vibrating against his palm. 'Shh, baby, it's Daddy. Don't fight me,' he whispered hoarsely, his free hand yanking up her nightgown to expose her smooth, hairless pussy. She kicked wildly, her small feet slamming into his thighs, but he pinned her legs with his weight. Tears streamed down her face as she bucked and clawed at his arm.
John fumbled with his zipper, pulling out his thick 8-inch cock. It hung semi-erect, veins bulging, but not rigid enough. He rubbed the head against her tiny slit, the skin so soft and untouched. Her pussy lips barely parted, too tight for him. He pressed harder, the tip nudging in just a fraction, but his cock softened under the resistance. 'Fuck,' he muttered, frustration mixing with shame. This wasn't going to work like this.
He released her mouth for a moment, ignoring her piercing scream— 'Daddy, no! Stop! It hurts!' — and shoved her face into the pillow to muffle it. Sliding down her body, he forced her legs apart, his rough hands gripping her thighs hard enough to bruise. His mouth descended on her pussy, tongue lapping at the sealed folds. She sobbed and twisted, trying to close her legs, but he held firm. He licked her clit, small and hidden, sucking it between his lips while his fingers probed her entrance.
One thick finger pushed in, stretching her virgin hole. Emily howled, her body arching in pain as he forced it deeper, feeling the tight walls clench around him. Blood tinged his finger— she'd torn a little. Guilt twisted in his gut; he was destroying her. But he kept going, adding a second finger, scissoring them to widen her. His tongue flicked relentlessly, tasting her fear-sweat and the faint metallic tang of blood. She fought harder, nails raking his scalp, but he pinned her hips down, eating her out until her struggles weakened slightly, her pussy slicker from his saliva and her unwilling juices.
Pulling back, John wiped his mouth, his cock throbbing harder now but still not fully erect. He grabbed Emily by the hair, yanking her up to her knees. 'Suck it, baby. Make Daddy hard,' he growled, shoving his cock toward her tear-streaked face. She clamped her mouth shut, shaking her head violently. 'No! Please, Daddy, don't make me!' He slapped her cheek lightly, then pried her jaw open with his fingers, forcing the head past her lips.
Emily gagged as his cock filled her small mouth, the salty pre-cum coating her tongue. She tried to pull away, but he held her head, thrusting shallowly. 'That's it, suck on it. Use your tongue.' Her teeth scraped him accidentally, making him wince, but the warmth of her mouth worked— his shaft stiffened, growing to its full 8 inches, rigid and pulsing. He fucked her face for minutes, her choking sobs turning to wet slurps as drool ran down her chin. Guilt burned in his chest; her eyes pleaded up at him, broken. Finally, he pulled out, his cock rock-hard and glistening with her spit.
John flipped her onto her back, spreading her legs wide. Emily screamed again, 'Stop! It hurts so much!' as he positioned himself. He rubbed his cockhead against her abused pussy, now slightly parted from his fingers. With a grunt, he thrust forward. The tip breached her, tearing deeper into her tightness. She shrieked, her hands pounding his chest, legs kicking futilely. Inch by agonizing inch, he pushed in, her pussy walls stretching impossibly around him. It felt like fucking a vice— hot, dry despite his efforts, resisting every movement.
He got about five inches in before it hurt too much to go further. Her virgin cunt was too small, the entrance swollen and raw. Blood smeared his shaft as he pulled back and rammed again, forcing another inch. Emily's screams echoed, her body convulsing in agony. 'Daddy, please! You're ripping me apart!' Nails dug into his arms, drawing blood, but he didn't stop. Guilt flooded him— what kind of monster was he? — yet his hips kept pumping, shallow at first, then deeper as her pussy grudgingly yielded.
For twenty long minutes, he raped her. Sweat poured down his back, his breaths ragged. He held her wrists above her head with one hand, the other bruising her hip as he thrust relentlessly. Her fights grew weaker, turning to whimpers and sobs, her small body jolting with each slam. His cock, fully hard now from the friction, battered her insides, but even at his deepest, he couldn't bury all eight inches— her cervix blocked the last bit, unyielding. The tightness milked him mercilessly, pain and pleasure blurring.
Finally, after endless minutes of her cries and his self-loathing thrusts, his balls tightened. 'Oh God, baby, I'm sorry,' he gasped, hating himself as his cock swelled inside her. Hot cum erupted, flooding her tiny pussy in thick spurts. He ground against her, pumping every drop deep, her walls spasming around the invasion. Emily went limp, silent tears soaking the pillow, as his seed leaked out around his softening shaft.
John collapsed beside her, pulling out with a wet pop, more blood and cum oozing from her ruined hole. Shame crashed over him like a wave— he'd violated his own daughter, left her broken. But as she curled into a ball, sobbing quietly, he knew the damage was done.