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Raping Chrissy Evert (MF, rp, celeb)
by exvio@aol.com (Exvio)
Date: 3/25/99
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Elliott smiled as his daughter hit the ball across the net to him.
Though he was nearing 65, he was still able to play a good game
against his daughter, though he knew she was hitting it easy to him.
Chrissy was a good girl. She had always cared for him, even after his
wife, Chrissy's mother, had passed away a few years before.
But Elliott had been feeling excited a lot lately, and he had
increasingly noticed his daughter. Though she was 35, and had two
children, she was still a slim, beautiful woman, with a great body.
At first, his own thoughts had surprised and disgusted him. But as
he thought more and more about it, he decided that Chrissy would be the
perfect woman for him. Her husband was overseas right now, and he had
easy access to her. Why not fuck his daughter?
It never really occurred to him that it might be wrong. He had
decided it was something he wanted to happen, and if she didn't, that
was too bad.
He had started noticing Chrissy about a year ago. He had seen her
as she was changing her top. Just the glimpse of the swell of a breast
had given him a raging hard on, and now every little glimpse just added
to his excitement.
It was the same now as their match ended. He sent a ball purposely
long, just so he could watch his daughter retrieve the ball in her
always short skirt. He stared at Chrissy's ass, even in the pink ruffles
of her tennis skirt.
Chrissy smiled. She had won again. Her matches with her father
continued to prove to her that she was still in shape, even now, after
six years of retirement and two kids. She felt good, and she knew she
looked good.
"Good game, dad," she said as they walked off the court. "I'll
take my shower, then get dinner started."
"Okay, dear," said Elliott. I'll take mine downstairs, then read."
Elliott smiled as he watched Chrissy go up the stairs. The sight
of those pink panties was just addictive to him.
He now went down to his study. He was glad Chrissy never looked
around in here, because he knew she wouldn't like what she found. He had
recently set up a videotape in Chrissy's shower, and he could now watch
her as she took a shower or bath. He had just finished installing it
yesterday, and he figured today was as good a day to try it out as any.
He turned the system on, and immediately the picture switched to
Chrissy as she came in her room. He watched as she took off the blouse.
He nearly shot off in excitement as he stared at Chrissy's chest, even
in a bra. It had been so many years since he had seen his daughter
naked, just going this far was almost too much for him.
Then he watched as Chrissy straightened and went to the mirror. He
could see his daughter admiring her own form in the full length mirror,
and he admired with her. As he licked his lips and watched, Chrissy
unsnapped her bra.
The material held Chrissy in. Elliott now stared at Chrissy's
chest, his own daughter's chest. Just the thought excited him.
Chrissy's breasts were very rounded, and looked to be a bit heavy,
though there was no sag. The light pink nipples were starting to turn a
light shade of red, and he smiled as Chrissy pinched both nipples into
hardness. If he had been there he would have done the same thing.
Then he gulped audibly as Chrissy's hands went to her tennis
skirt. The rough material hit the floor as he watched. Chrissy turned
and faced the camera. Elliott could see for the first time just how much
of a mound Chrissy had, and how it protruded out of the panties. He
thought he could see a few hairs as he watched Chrissy admire her own
ass in the mirror.
He stared hard at the view on his monitor as Chrissy now pulled
down her panties. He didn't know where to look first. Chrissy's ass was
pink, perfect, round and fleshy.
Her mound was thick with golden blonde hair, and he was surprised
just how thick the forest of hair was. Chrissy had quite a pussy, and
Elliott smiled at just what he was looking at. If Chrissy knew what he
was doing right now, she would probably throw him out, but, at that
point, he really didn't care.
He knew he was excited. Sure, he could masturbate again, but that
was no longer what he wanted. He now headed for the stairs.
Chrissy went to the shower. She left the door partially open,
because the build up of the heat always made her hair such a mess.
Elliott saw the door cracked open, and he could hear Chrissy
singing in the shower. He now went to the door, and he slowly opened it.
The house had nothing but glass shower doors, the kind that were
almost see through unless wet, in which case they were completely see
through. Elliott waited for the steam build up to leave the room, then
he saw something that nearly gave him a heart attack. Chrissy's ass,
outlined in the door as she stood, obviously washing the shampoo out of
her hair.
Elliott had never really examined his daughter's ass in its
natural state, and he could now. The rounded perfection, the pink color,
the dark crease in between. It all looked good to Elliott, and as he
came closer, he could feel his manhood harder than it had ever been. He
smiled as he reached for the door of the shower.
Chrissy thought she had just imagined the door of the shower
opening. It wasn't until she was shoved against the wall that she knew
it hadn't been her imagination.
Chrissy's ass was so pink and perfect, thought Elliott. Just this
one time, he hoped it might be okay. He reared back, then thrust in
Chrissy's ass.
"Ohhhh noooooo!" she screamed. "Helllppp! Dadddyyy! Donnn'ttt!"
Elliott started to thrust in and out. He was fascinated with
Chrissy's ass. It jiggled as he went in and out. He knew he would have
to work quickly. He was so excited, he knew he had to.
Chrissy couldn't believe the pain. Though her husband had fucked
her ass, she had always used a bit of lube, and it had been at his
urging. She had never really liked this kind of sex.
Elliott sure did. He worked fast, in and out, making sure that he
felt all of Chrissy's ass. He bent her back, forcing her head back so he
could kiss her. The sight of her eyes was even better.
Chrissy shook free of the grasp of her father in her hair. She
couldn't believe he was doing this. She was a grown woman! She shook her
head wildly, trying to relieve some of the pain she felt as her father
continued his brutal assault on her ass.
Elliott knew his daughter was in pain, but he just didn't care. His prick
was happier than it had been in years, and if it took fucking his daughter's
ass to make that happen, then so be it.
Chrissy was sobbing and shaking and crying. To be naked in front of her
father was one of her mortal fears. To have him in the shower with her, when
she was at her most vulnerable, made it even worse.
Elliott knew from the feeling in his manhood that he was close. He
came now, moaning loudly as he shot off, deep in Chrissy's ass. The
feeling of her tight ass as it gripped him felt so good.
Elliott remained in Chrissy's ass, pumping in and out. He felt
himself softening, and he now dropped out of Chrissy's ass.
Chrissy turned. She was so angry, yet so humiliated. She slapped
her father, continuing with a series of brutal slaps that didn't even
seem to hurt or faze her father.
Elliott stood there, mostly because he was fascinated with the
sight of Chrissy's breasts as she slapped him. He tried to bend and suck
one in his mouth, but Chrissy continued to fight him. He felt another of
her slaps, and that was finally enough. He came up and he started to
slap Chrissy just as hard as his daughter was slapping him.
"Bastard!" she screamed. "You son of a bitch! You'll never see
your grandkids again!"
Elliott got even more angry and he now slapped Chrissy with even
more powerful strokes. As he did, he could feel her golden mound hair,
all that thick golden flange, touching his manhood. He suddenly started
to get excited. He now slapped Chrissy, then suddenly thrust in.
"Ohhhhh!" squealed Chrissy. "Nooo! Don't , daddy! Ohhhhh! Pleasse,
donnn't"
Elliott started to thrust in and out of Chrissy. For a woman who
had had two kids, his daughter was still tight. He worked fast and hard,
hands pinning his daughter to the wall.
The wall behind her, her father in front of her. Chrissy felt so
incredibly angry at her father. She slapped him, screaming and moaning
as she felt him spear her again and again.
Elliott couldn't believe what he had done, what he was doing. He wasn't
just fucking some slut off the street. He was deep in the pussy of his famous
daughter, and he was enjoying every moment of it.
Chrissy could feel some of the fight slowly ebbing out of her. She had
done what everyone said. You fight a rapist, you slap a rapist, you do all that
you can to resist. But everything she did just seemed to make her father fuck
her harder, fuck her faster, fuck her deeper.
Elliott went even deeper than ever in Chrissy. The water of the shower,
the soap were making it easier for him. Though it had been a distant hope,
Elliott had wished that his daughter would enjoy what he had done, what he was
doing. But his moans of pleasure showed he didn't care too much.
Chrissy was angered by the moans of pleasure from her father. She was
angry that he didn't seem to feel guilty about fucking her against her will,
didn't feel guilty about fucking his own daughter.
Elliott knew his overworked groin would soon explode, and it did
now, shooting his jizm deep in the golden glove of his own daughter.
Elliott continued to work in and out. Just looking at Chrissy,
knowing what he had done, made him feel powerful. Finally he allowed his
manhood to slip from his daughter.
Chrissy continued to shake and cry. Her father still had her
pinned to the wall. She tried to spit at him, but he just laughed and
started to slap her.
Elliott landed blow after blow, leaning against Chrissy to hold
her up, then holding her by the hair to keep her from going to her
knees. Even as he did, he couldn't believe what he felt. His manhood was
growing again.
Chrissy had almost lost consciousness. Her own father had violated
her, and she knew she would never be able to believe in any man ever
again.
Chrissy never even saw her father's hardness, until he slid her
down, then brought up her face. He slapped it again, then pulled her
hair as hard as he could. Chrissy screamed loudly, then had the scream
cut off as Elliott thrust his manhood in her mouth.
Chrissy's mouth was cool, and her chokes and gags told Elliott she
was almost in complete shock. He locked his hands in her hair, pulled
her even closer to his groin, then started to rock in and out.
Chrissy tried to escape, but the hold of her father was strong.
She continued to choke and gag, and she felt desperate for air.
Elliott knew he had already been through of the most powerful
orgasms he had ever had, but he hoped this one would be the best. He now
left his manhood in Chrissy's mouth momentarily, forcing her to open her
eyes. The shocked look, the wild hair, the frantic, tear filled eyes. It
was all so perfect.
Chrissy tried to make her father feel guilty as she stared at him,
but he obviously felt little as he continued to go in and out of her
mouth.
Finally, Elliott came, and as his seed ran down the throat of his
daughter, he pulled out momentarily, shooting a wave on Chrissy's face
and into her hair before again thrusting back in her mouth.
Chrissy had never swallowed a man's jizm, but she was forced to as
her father held her in place until she did.
Elliott slowly pulled his manhood out Chrissy's mouth. His own
daughter. Incredible. He now delighted in rubbing his wetness in her
face.
"When's dinner?" he asked.
Chrissy looked up from her knees. She had been the subject of a
vicious attack, and now her father, the man who had assaulted her every
sense, was asking her that?
"I asked you a question!" he thundered, slapping Chrissy.
Chrissy cried again.
"It'll be ready in an hour," she said, shaking as she looked up.
Elliott smiled.
"You better get it started then," he said. He slapped Chrissy's
as she turned to turn off the water. "Maybe after you have a good
dinner, you'll be a better fuck."
Chrissy's cries filled the bathroom as her father went to the door
and closed it as he left.