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can't say i endorse the violence in this tale, but here's another old
story in which a clinton parent lays a hand on chelsea. again, i did
not write it:
Chelsea (Mf rape inc)
Bill had been happy the night he became governor. Not only had he been
elected
by the widest amount in history, but his wife, always cold to him, had
let him
go to bed with her.
Bill knew his hormones were out of control. He still had the hots for
women
even now, with a wife and 15 year old daughter at home. When he went
to bed
with his wife, he always went so fast, because of his excitement.
Because of where and how she was raised, his daughter Chelsea didn't
have a
lot of friends, boyfriends especially. Bill had seen that his daughter
blossomed into a very pretty girl, but she still lacked the skills to
communicate with the boys.
His wife had been gone six weeks now, and she had just called to say
she would
be gone another six weeks at least. Bill had been jerking off three
and four
times a night, and he was frustrated. He had thought of calling in one
of his
private secretaries, who he knew would give him what he wanted without
question, but he wanted something different, something special. He
wanted his
daughter.
The thought was not as repugnant to him as it should have been. He
felt that a
parent should be the one to teach sex education to their kids, and he
thought
that, with his lessons, his daughter would be better prepared for the
world at
large.
Chelsea enjoyed the quiet nights alone with her father. Her mother was
so
domineering and so dominating, she suffocated Chelsea when she decided
to pay
attention.
Bill now headed down towards Chelsea's room. He knew she always took a
shower
before she went to bed, and he was hoping for a glimpse of his
daughter's slim
15 year old fruits.
Chelsea sighed as she stood. Time for a quick shower, then another day
would
be done.
Bill cracked open the door, and he was surprised at just how good his
timing
was. Chelsea wore a long, chaste white gown, one that fell almost to
the
floor. But as Bill opened the door, he could see the outline of her
white bra,
as well as her white panties. He watched as she pulled off the gown.
Chelsea knew the panties were high and tight, but her mother had never
bought
her better, and she had decided if they were good enough for her
mother, they
were good enough for her.
Bill couldn't believe the sight. Chelsea didn't have much of a chest,
but it
was well covered by the bra. What really surprised him where the white
panties
he had seen earlier. They went high on Chelsea, almost to her belly
button.
From what he could tell, she didn't have much of a mound, but with
those
panties, who could tell?
Chelsea now unhooked the bra, and Bill saw, for the first time, that
Chelsea
did have a good looking chest, one well developed and growing. Just
staring at
Chelsea and her chest, Bill thought her chest bigger than that of his
wife.
Chelsea watched her breasts bounce as she took the bra and laid it on
the bed.
her pink nipples started to harden, and the teen smiled as she hooked
her
fingers in her panties.
Bill gulped loudly, and felt afraid he might give himself away as he
saw
Chelsea lower her panties. Her back was to him, and the sight of her
ivory
white ass, with the slight pink crack, was an exciting.
But when Chelsea turned around, Bill almost gasped. Chelsea had a
thick forest
of brown hair between her legs, a forest so thick he could see little
of her
pink lips other than just the very top. The rest was brown, kinky hair
that
appeared to go high on her mound almost to under it. There was a lot
of hair
there, even more than his wife had.
Bill had felt his manhood raging in his pants, but he wanted to hold
off as
long as possible before he broke in on Chelsea. He was determined to
fuck the
teen, but it had to be done just right.
He watched as Chelsea disappeared into the bathroom. He heard the
sound of the
shower. It took all of his willpower to not go into the shower and
fuck
Chelsea right then and there, but he held off. He wanted her in bed.
With the
staff dismissed for the night, he knew he could do what he wanted to
his
daughter. He wanted Chelsea to go along with what he had planned, but
if she
didn't, it would not matter. He was going to have his daughter,
whether she
wanted to or not.
He presently heard the shower stop, and he knew the time was close. He
went to
Chelsea's closet, closing the door almost all the way, leaving an inch
to
watch through.
Chelsea came in the room, wearing nothing but a towel. She went to her
drawer
and pulled out a tee shirt. She turned her back to Bill and dropped
the towel.
Chelsea's ass seemed even pinker and rounder this time. He watched as
Chelsea
put on the tee shirt, then got into bed.
Bill decided to give his daughter time to fall asleep. He wanted her
just a
bit groggy when he finally made his move.
He heard Chelsea's breathing slowly become regular, and she lay
unmoving. Bill
waited almost an hour before he opened the closet door.
Bill started to strip as he came to the bed of his daughter. He looked
down at
her. She looked so angelic, so perfect. He smiled as he took off his
shorts.
Chelsea was about to become a woman, and he loved just the thought of
what he
was about to do.
Chelsea lay on her side. One minute she was dreaming about a prince
coming to
her aid, the next she was choking and gagging as Bill forced his
manhood in
her mouth.
"Daddy, I-mmmmf!"
Bill thrust back in, forcing Chelsea to again gag and swallow. Bill
started a
regular rhythm as he went in and out of Chelsea's mouth. The feeling
of her
cool mouth on him was incredible.
It all seemed like just a bad dream to Chelsea. This couldn't really
be
happening. Her dad was a loving and considerate man. He couldn't
really be
forcing himself down her throat, could he?
Bill's high pitched moan told Chelsea the truth. Bill knew he was
close, and
he looked down at the teen, the red face as she continued to gag and
choke,
and he came. His jizz shot down her throat, but as he pulled out,
another wave
splashed on Chelsea's face.
Bill now thrust his manhood back in Chelsea's mouth. He watched as she
began
to really cry in earnest. Instead of making him feel sorry, Chelsea's
tears
just exhilarated him that much more.
Chelsea looked up at her father. She had a shocked, frantic look on
her face.
She had never been this humiliated before, and she wanted to know why.
"You god damned bastard," she said quietly. "You raped me. I'm telling
mom
when she gets back."
Bill looked down at his daughter.
"I haven't raped you yet," he said. "But I soon will. We'll see if all
that
hair you have on your pussy hides something that I want."
Chelsea cried as Bill threw off the covers. Chelsea knew her tee shirt
hid
little, but she tried to cross her arms, to keep her father from
staring at
her.
Which it did, until she noticed him staring down between her legs.
Suddenly,
she remembered she hadn't worn panties to bed, so she knew her father
was
getting a free look at her mound. She turned red as she closed her
legs.
"Spread your legs!" he commanded.
Chelsea knew she was letting herself in for a lot of pain, but she
locked her
legs and shook her head.
Bill smiled. So his little daughter wanted to fight, to try and resist
him. He
liked the idea.
He now came towards his daughter. His slaps were loud in her small
bedroom,
and both he and his daughter could feel her resistance weakening.
He now spread her legs, then thrust forward, deep and quick.
"Nooooo!" she screamed. "Dadddyyyyy!"
Bill held still as he got used to Chelsea's pussy. He had broken her
hymen
with his first thrust, and he could feel the blood flowing as he
started to go
in and out.
Chelsea's screams and crying continued as she felt her father begin
his brutal
assault. She tried to fight him off, but that just excited him more.
Bill worked quickly in and out. Chelsea's whole body was tight, and he
thought
he could feel her heartbeat as he went in and out of his daughter.
Chelsea cried and tried to make her father feel guilty, but she knew
he never
would. After all, the look on his face told her he enjoyed what he was
doing.
Fucking her.
Chelsea continued to scream helplessly as her father continued to work
in and
out of her bloody mound. Her virginity was gone, and the man who had
taken it
was her own father.
Bill peaked again, seed deep in the mat of his own daughter. Just the
thought
of what he had done, and would do for a while, made him continue to be
excited. He continued to work in and out of Chelsea's bloody mound.
Chelsea wanted her father off her, out of her room, out of her life.
But as
she felt him pull out, he started to roll her over. Sghe was so
innocent, so
pretty. She just didn't have a clue as to what was about to happen.
"Nooooo!" she shriweked at the top of her lungs. "Daddy! Plleasseee!
It
hurrttss! Youu'rree too biiiggg!"
Bill started to thrust in and out of Chelsea's ass. As good as her
virgin
mound had been, it was even better, even tighter back her, thought
Bill as he
continued to thrust in and out.
Chelsea shrieked and screamed with every thrust, but she knew there
was no one
to help her. She felt humiliated, disgusted and angered as her own
father
continued to fuck her.
Bill knew that, though he had peaked already, he soon would be again.
Chelsea's ass was just so tight he had no choice.
Bill had only fucked a few asses, but knowing he was deep inside the
no longer
virgin ass of his own daughter made this ride even better. He watched
Chelsea
shake her head wildly, trying to handle all the pain as he thrust
faster and
faster in and out of her ass.
Bill came now, forcing Chelsea's ass to milk him of his seed as he
worked in
and out. He felt Chelsea collapse to the bed, and he followed her
down. He lay
on her back.
"That was pretty good for a first time," said Bill matter of factly.
"But
you'll get better. After all, you have a month."
Chelsea's crying and tears were evident even as her father lifted off
her.
"From now on, you're going to be my little whore on the campaign
trail," said
Bill. "I'll fuck you when I want, where I want. You tell anyone what I
am
doing. I'll make sure you think what I just did will seem like
nothing."
Chelsea screamed as her father again brutally thrust in her ass. The
shrieks
continued for a month.
No one could understand how Bill could win another term as governor,
when his
daughter looked so miserable.