On her back

With a strength he never knew he had, Phil moved Haley on her bed, her head on her pillow as he used his legs to spread hers apart. One hand raised her arms over her head, the other pushing her shirt up to expose her breasts as his hips slipped between her thighs.

"Dad, you have to stop this," she panted, looking in his face, trying to ignore the heat and moisture as the tip of his cock touched her pussy. "You don't really want to do this, do you? I mean, I'm your..."

Haley broke off as the tip of her father's cock penetrated between her labia, and she realized he really did want to do this. She began to shake her head side to side, tears welling in her eyes and streaming down to hit the pillow.

"Look at me," Phil growled, the hand that had pushed her shirt up grabbing her hair and making her keep her head still. Haley's eyes seemed to automatically search out Phil's, and as their eyes looked into each other's, Phil pressed his hips down, slowly but firmly sinking his cock deep into his daughter, not stopping until his pubic hair pressed hard against her shaved pussy.

"I remember when your mom was this tight," Phil gasped. "She wasn't a virgin when I got her, but then again neither are you,"

He pulled his hips up until just the tip of his cock remained in her pussy, then drove back down, making Haley gasp. "After you were born, though," pull, thrust, "her pussy," pull, thrust, "was never the same."

Tears welled, then spilled from Haley's eyes, blurring the shape of her father's face as he raped her, but the only thing Phil did about that was lean down and lick the tears from her temples, never varying his tempo, his thrusts getting stronger and more insistent. The hand not holding hers slid from her hair and between them, roughly grabbing her breast and squeezing as his hips paused, his groin pressing against her as hard as he could as he groaned his pleasure.

"Dad, no! Take it out, please! I'm not on the pill!"