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o The 'Bookshelf collection' offers a very wide variety of o
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Daddy Spanks Me (Mf, inc, spank)
by Anon (c) 1997
**
Stacy slowed as she reached the door to the apartment. She knew
she was late, and that her father would be very upset with her.
Stacy was fourteen years old. Her mother had died at a young age,
and she had been left with Michael and Joey, one of whom was her father.
Stacy had started to round out a fine body. A small chest added to
her charms, as did her golden blonde hair, which fell to nearly her
waist. Her hips were still mostly straight, but her backside had started
to develop.
These developments had been noticed by both her fathers. They had
discussed the situation and decided that Stacy was too trusting of
others, and that she should be given a lesson in trust.
Michael and Joey were drunk as they waited for their daughter. She
had been out late, against their orders, and they felt she should be
punished for this, her friends as well.
Stacy tried to open the door quietly, but as she slowly pushed it
forward, Joey pulled the door open suddenly. Stacy fell into the room.
Both fathers were turned on by the sight of Stacy's ass, even in
panties, as she lay stunned on the floor, she slowly got to her feet.
"Where the hell have you been?" yelled Michael.
"I was out with Cory," said Stacy. She knew instantly it was the
wrong thing to say. She knew neither father was ready to handle her
growing sexuality.
"What do you see in that guy?" asked Joey.
"He's nice, he's intelligent, he treats me like a nice girl."
"He fucked you yet?" asked Michael.
Stacy stared at both fathers.
"That isn't any of your business."
"You live in this house, whore, it's our business," said Joey.
"Now you better answer your father. You fuck Cory?"
Stacy's eyes filled with tears, but she answered anyway.
"Not that it is any of your business, but no, I haven't," said
Stacy.
"I'll bet you are lying, slut," said Michael.
"Daddy! How can you call me that?"
"Because that's what little whores in short skirts are called,"
said Joey. "When you fell, we saw your panties. How about they guys at
school? They feel you up?"
Stacy stared at both fathers.
"I am going up to bed," she announced angrily. "We will talk about
this in the morning. You are using words I don't like."
Stacy turned to leave, but her hand was grabbed by Michael. He
swung her back around.
"You'll leave the room when we say," said Michael. "Now, how far
have you gone with Cory."
"None of your business!"
Joey slapped Stacy, who fell to the floor.
"How far have you gone?"
Stacy rubbed her cheek as she stared up at her fathers. She was
scared by the look in their eyes.
"I'm a v-v-virgin," said Stacy quietly.
Michael and Joey looked at their daughter, then at each other.
They started to laugh loudly.
"How about that?" said Michael. "Our little slut is a virgin."
"How do we know she is telling the truth?" asked Michael.
"The only way I know is to check her," said Joey loudly. He turned
to Stacy, again on her feet.
"Take off your panties!"
Stacy stared at Joey.
"Wh-what?"
"He said take off your panties, slut," said Michael. "Are you
deaf?"
Stacy started to cry in earnest. She slid her hands under her
short skirt, and pulled down her panties. Joey held out his hand.
"Give them to me," he commanded.
Stacy silently handed the silk over. Joey held them up. They were
light pink. He stared at them as Michael came to his daughter.
"Pull up your skirt," he said in a loud, threatening voice.
Stacy's chest heaved as she started to hold her skirt out.
Joey stared at the golden blonde mound of his own daughter. He
found himself getting hard. He saw Michael was getting the same idea he
was.
"Now let's see if you are telling the truth," said Joey. He sucked
on a finger, then slowly sank it down and in Stacy.
"Oh, my god!" screamed Stacy. She couldn't believe her own father
had a finger in her. Michael grabbed her shoulders as Joey started to
thrust in and out with his finger. He felt her cherry, and he laughed
loudly.
"She's telling the truth," said Joey. "You have to feel how tight
this is."
Michael reached around his daughter, and he slid a finger in.
Stacy screamed. Two fingers in her mound, both of them her own father's.
"Take them out," Stacy demanded. "Or I'll tell the judge."
"So tell her," said Michael.
"Yeah," said Joey. "She doesn't scare us. We are just protecting
our daughter."
Both men pulled their fingers out. Michael sucked on his finger.
Joey stared, then did the same.
"She tastes good," said Joey.
Michael nodded.
"She's getting an attitude, though."
"We'll have to change that."
Stacy's eyes went from father to father. She couldn't believe they
were so casually discussing the way she tasted, and punishing her.
"How do we punish her?" asked Michael.
Joey smiled.
"Spanking."
The two men smiled as they turned to Stacy. Stacy started to feel
fear for the first time.
"What are you doing?" she asked, as both men came towards her.
"You have to be punished for acting like such a snob," said Joey.
"And for being a whore," said Michael.
"But I'm not!" screamed Stacy.
She was stunned as first Michael, then Joey, slapped her. They held
her hands, so she couldn't fall to the ground.
"I think she should be spanked for yelling at us," said Joey.
"I agree," said Michael.
Stacy turned to run towards the door. Michael tackled his daughter
on the floor.
"You ain't getting off that easy," he roared. "Lift your skirt,
slut!"
Stacy refused to look at her father, and she kept her hands at her
sides.
"Fine," said Michael. He ripped down Stacy's skirt. Both men stared
as Stacy screamed. Her ivory white ass jiggled as she squirmed under the
eyes of both fathers.
"Look at that white ass," said Joey. "It's so small. It looks so
edible."
"I think we should make a little bit pinker," said Michael. "I like
my ass just pink on the outside."
Michael suddenly grabbed Stacy's hands, and held her. Joey got over
near his daughter, then started to spank her.
Stacy screamed in pain and shock.
"No, daddy, no! Please! Oh, please, stop!"
Joey started to rain blows down on Stacy's squirming ass. Stacy
screamed and yelled, her tears running down her face even faster now.
"My turn! My turn!" yelled Michael.
Michael let go of Stacy's arms. Before she could react, Michael was
behind her, and Joey was holding her down. The spanking started again.
"Shake that ass, you little whore!" screamed Joey. "I can see you
moving your little ass around! You like it! I can tell!"
Stacy screamed as Michael spanked her backside hard and fast. She
couldn't feel anymore as blow after blow reddened her.
Michael finally tired of the spanking, and Joey let go. Stacy
rubbed her ass, but her freedom was short lived. Michael slid a finger
in. Stacy felt herself go wet.
"Hey, Joey, she likes it."
Joey smiled evilly.
"Let's see how much. Hold her."
Michael again held Stacy's arms. This time, Joey spread her legs.
He stared down at her mound. Her blonde pubic hair had split, and he was
confronted by the sight of her slight pubic bulge, her hair wet.
"Try this, whore," he muttered, as he slid his hard maleness in.
Stacy screamed loudly enough to wake the dead. She shrieked as her own
father, the man she trusted with her life, now went in her. She felt her
hymen stretch, then break, as he forced his way in her. She felt him
sink in all the way, then lay on her.
"Man, is she tight!" moaned Joey. "She was a cherry before, but now
she's mine."
Joey started to slowly stroke in and out of Stacy. The young blonde
shrieked and screamed again and again, in pain and horror as her own
father continued his assault.
"Shut her up!" moaned Joey. "These screams are beginning to bother
me."
Michael looked down, then smiled evilly. He slid his maleness in
Stacy's mouth. The teen choked as Michael started to move in and out of
her face.
One father deep in her mound, another in her mouth. Stacy was in
shock as both fathers continued their assault.
Joey couldn't believe just how tight Stacy was. He knew she was a
virgin, but she seemed even tighter than the normal virgin. He smiled as
he continued to ride in and out of her.
Michael was wishing that Stacy would use her tongue, but he didn't
care. Just having her mouth on him turned him on.
Joey shuddered, then moaned as he peaked, his seed shooting deep in
Stacy. He didn't care at that moment that she was his daughter. He had
just wanted to peak, and peak he had, deep in his own slut of a
daughter.
Michael was peaking as well, his seed in Stacy's mouth. The teen
tried to spit it out, but Michael held himself in her mouth until she
swallowed.
Stacy's crying resumed as Michael pulled himself out of her mouth.
Joey smiled at Michael, then high fived him as he pulled his bloody
maleness out.
Joey turned young Stacy over, staring at her backside as it
wriggled. He spanked her quickly, yelling at her to hold still. Slowly,
he parted her cheeks and entered her backside.
Stacy screamed and yelled, the pain in her ass incredible as Joey
slowly entered her, pinning her roughly as he went in. He now lay on top
of Stacy, forcing the young girl to lie there, his maleness in her
bottom. Joey now started to pump in and out, Stacy so tight it was hard
for him to re-enter. He started to move faster in and out of her, Stacy
crying with every stroke.
Michael stared in his young daughter's face, loving the sight as
her eyes bulged and teared up as Joey went in and out. Michael loved the
sight of Stacy's golden blonde hair as it lay near her face. Michael
slowly moved forward, pulling up Stacy's face.
Stacy was horrified when her father put his maleness in her face.
She wasn't sure how to lick a man. But then she saw the twisted look on
Michael's face, and she cried even harder when he started to wrap
himself in her hair.
Joey went faster and faster, each stroke making the moaning and
crying Stacy even more anguished. Joey loved his daughter, but he found
he loved her backside even more, no matter how wrong it was, no matter
how taboo. He needed a release, and his slut of a daughter was learning
a lesson. Never take any man, even a father for granted.
Stacy cried and screamed, in pain and anguish. One father in her
tight bottom, the other masturbating in her hair, was giving her the
message that her fathers were not to be trusted. She couldn't believe
they were doing this to her, with her.
Michael started to stroke his hand up and down, Stacy's golden hair
wrapped around him and his hand. Michael loved the soft, silky feeling
of Stacy's hair. He loved his daughter, but he needed this release. If
she didn't like it, that was too bad.
In some ways, Stacy thought Michael even more warped than Joey. At
least he was fucking her, even if it was her backside. But Michael was
masturbating with her hair, and that was sick. Stacy wished that things
had been different tonight, She would never again be able to trust or
love her two fathers. They were nothing but perverts, fucking her and
using her young body for their own means.
Michael, tangled in Stacy's hair, stroked faster and faster, the
soft touch like a glove as he masturbated. His hand went faster and
faster, until he shot off again, his seed shooting in Stacy's hair,
squirting some on her face as well.
Joey heard Stacy's agonized moans as he went and out of her oh so
tight fourteen year old backside. He couldn't believe the ride she was
giving him, even if it was against her will.
Stacy shook, trying to dislodge Joey, but again failed. She
couldn't believe this was happening. She was covered with the sweat and
sperm of both her fathers. The pain in her ass seemed to get even worse
as Joey went faster and faster.
Joey felt Stacy, caught sight of her agonized face, and he came
now, his seed shooting into Stacy's wriggling, ivory white ass. He kept
pumping, making her pump him dry.