From exvio@aol.com Wed Mar 10 16:40:20 1999
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Subject: nc17-carol's growing pains1.txt
From: exvio@aol.com (Exvio)
Date: 10 Mar 1999 21:40:20 GMT
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Carol's Growing Pains
Chapter One
Mike Could hear Carol crying as she came in the door after her
date. With his wife being gone, and his two sons both away at college,
Mike knew he would have to go help his daughter. He was a psychologist,
and he thought he could handle any situation.
Mike headed for Carol's bedroom. The sound of her crying was
obvious. He knocked on the door.
"Carol? Honey, it's dad. Can I come in?"
The door clicked open, and he came in the door, finding Carol
returning to her place on the bed. Her tears were obvious as he came to
her side.
Carol's brownish-blonde hair was in disarray as she looked up at
her father. Mike sat on the bed.
"What's wrong, honey?"
Carol's tears flowed even harder then.
"Oh, dad, it was horrible."
"You mean your date?"
Carol just nodded.
"What happened?"
"Chris came on to me, like he always does, but he wouldn't back
off," said Carol. "He tried to feel me up, so I kicked him in the groin.
He made me walk home."
Mike was both relieved that Carol had said no, and also a little
excited. As he held her, he could see down her dress. Carol's breasts
were not large, and they were held in her dress by a pink bra. The sight
somehow aroused Mike, and he shifted so Carol wouldn't know.
"Why can't I find a guy like you, dad?" Carol sniffed. "One who is
nice and decent."
Carol continued to hold her father closely, and he hugged her
closer, feeling her bra. He was struck by the thought of just ripping
off her dress and fucking her. But she was his daughter. How could he, a
psychologist, ever deal with his patients, if he was breaking the
biggest rule of all?
Mike was speechless as Carol continued to cry. Mike stroked
Carol's golden hair, the smell fresh. He looked down, and could see that
her dress had ridden up. He could almost see the top of Carol's thighs.
It was then he stopped thinking. He was no longer Mike, the
psychologist. Now he was Mike, man, a person denied sex by his wife for
almost a year now, because "she just didn't feel it added to their
marriage."
He now nuzzled Carol's neck, then tried to kiss her.
"Daddy, what-"
Mike kissed Carol, silencing her questions. His kiss grew more
fevered and hot. Carol tried to stop her father, but she failed. Mike's
hand moved to her chest.
"No, daddy!" cried Carol. "Not you, too!"
Mike grabbed one breast, then the other, through her dress. He
ripped down the top of the dress, then ripped off the bra. Carol started
to scream as Mike started to suck on one nipple, then the other.
"No, daddy!" she pleaded. "This is wrong!"
Mike didn't hear his daughter as he continued to work on her
nipples. Carol tried to fight her father off, but he was much stronger
than the boys she usually dated. He tried to kiss Carol, but she turned
her head to the side and screamed.
"Mom and your brothers are gone," he reminded Carol. "It's just me
and you."
He tried to force another kiss, but Carol continued to try and
fight off her father.
"No!" she screamed. "Please, daddy!"
Mike came up and slapped Carol. The teen had never been slapped,
and she really started to cry as she rubbed her face. Mike grabbed the
rest of her dress, and he ripped down.
He stopped, awestruck by the sights he was seeing. Carol's thighs
were a perfect white, and her panties were a bit too small, for he could
see some of her brown pussy hair as it peeped over the top of her
panties. Mike ripped off Carol's panties now, not listening to Carol's
cries and screams.
Carol had a plump mound, the hair so thick the lips of her pussy
could not be seen. Mike tried to look closer, but was kicked by Carol.
"Bastard!", she screamed.
Carol headed for the door of her room, tackled from behind by her
father. When he rolled her over to slap her, they were both stunned by
the sight of his hardness in her face. Mike, without even pausing, threw
it in Carol's mouth.
Carol started to gag, not used to having anything large in her
mouth, much less her father's hardness. Carol continued to cry as her
father started to work his manhood in and out of her mouth, listening to
the frantic pleas ringing off his manhood, enjoying the sobs and the
tears.
He was excited by what he was doing, and the feeling of his
daughter's mouth on him was so exciting, he felt a rush in his groin. He
heard Carol choke as he came, his seed in her mouth and down her throat.
Mike pulled his manhood out of her mouth as he went soft, but he
rolled on top of her, determined to kiss every inch of her body.
But Carol had other ideas. She slapped her father, her cries
frantic, as she tried to get off her bed and run away.
Mike pinned Carol down, then forced a kiss on her. Between her
legs, the feel of her copper pussy hair was soft and inviting. He could
feel his manhood harden as he tried to kiss his daughter, Carol's
struggles making it even better for him.
"Daddy!" she pleaded.
Mike didn't listen. Instead he thought with his manhood. He
spread
Carol's thighs, and he stroked in, as hard and as deep as possible.
Carol was dry, and she came off the bed in pain, screaming her
terror and anguish.
"No! Oh, Goodddd! Nooooo!" she screamed.
Mike felt something break, and he realized, with a rush, that
Carol had been a virgin, until just now. Her father had broken her! Mike
started frenziedly fucking his daughter, his mind and his manhood both
overwhelmed with the sensations he was feeling.
Carol was in shock. Her boyfriend had been bad enough, but at
least he had stopped. Her father! Carol was disgusted, anguished and
fearful, as she heard her father moan.
Mike went faster and faster, the thought of what he was doing, and
to whom, making him come suddenly and violently. He felt his seed erupt,
going deep in Carol's unwilling mound.
Mike lay on top of his daughter, trying to kiss her, becoming
angry at her crying and her tears.
"It was just a fuck," said Mike. "I broke you in. Now your
boyfriend can have some fun, too."
Carol stared at her father.
"You god damn bastard!" she screamed. "You raped me. What my
boyfriend did was bad, but you! You fucked your own daughter! Just wait
until you get off me, asshole. I'm calling-
"You are calling no one," said Mike. He pulled out of Carol, then
sat up. "I fucked your brains out. I broke your cherry. If you're not
careful, I'll try another place."
Carol was angry. She didn't listen. She sat up, then grabbed her
jeans.
"I'm going to Nancy's," she yelled. "I'll see you in court."
Tracy stood, about to pull the jeans up. Mike saw that bush, those
breasts, and he slapped Carol.
Carol fell back to the bed, jeans around her ankles. Mike turned
her on her stomach.
"I'll give you something to remember me by," he yelled. He came up
behind Carol.
Carol screamed as her father tried to stroke in. She knew she was
too tight for this, but she was afraid he wouldn't stop.
"Ohhh nooo!" she screamed. "No, daddddy! Please! I'll do anything,
but not that! Nooooo!" she screeched.
Mike brought himself back, then thrust forward as hard as he
could. The tip of his manhood went in. Tracy screamed and shook wildly,
trying to get her father out of her ass, but Mike was in to stay. He
now thrust fully, all the way in.
"Hellllppp!" Carol screamed. "Pleeasse! Someone!"
Carol screamed again and again as Mike went in and out. His grip
around her hips forced her to stay where she was. The pain was
incredible.
For Mike, Carol's tightness, the virginity of her ass, allowed him
a ride his wife could never give him. He went faster and faster,
surprised he could already feel more pleasure building.
Mike came now, his seed deep in carol's ass.
Mike lay on top of his daughter. He nuzzled her neck as he felt
himself go soft.
"You're right," he said. "Why should I let your boyfriend fuck
you. I think you'll do just fine for me."
"But-"
"I'll take care of your mother," he said now. "Or maybe I'll have
her join us."
Mike's laugh rang in Carol's ears as he sat up.
"Go take a shower," he said in a menacing voice. "I want you in my
bed in twenty minutes."
Mike slapped Carol on the ass for emphasis.
Carol cried as she headed for the shower. She knew she was in for
a long summer. She was right.