"Not tight enough. I want pants that squeeze your buns apart, nice tight ones that cut up between your pussy lips. Now get back up there. You don't find pants tight enough this time and you won't wear any at all. Got that?"

"Please… "

"Get your ass moving!" he yelled. She jumped back, then hurried upstairs, knowing for sure that he meant what he said and wondering whether he would accept any pants as being tight enough. She dug out a pair she hadn't worn since she was thirteen and tugged them on. She could barely close the zipper and the things dug up into her crotch almost painfully hard.

Red faced, she went back downstairs and walked in front of him, showing him her ass. His hand came up and squeezed it, then slid between her thighs and gave her cunt a squeeze.

"That's nice," he grinned. "Nice and tight. Bet it squeezes your pussy. Don't it?" She didn't answer.

"I asked a question. Does it squeeze your pussy?"

"Yes," she whispered.

"Say it louder."

"Yes," she said.

He stood up behind her and pressed himself against her, his hands caressing her shoulders, then sliding up and down her arms. She shivered in fear, her eyes closed, praying. His hands moved around her and cupped her breasts, then went down her belly and snapped the catch on her pants. He snickered as he slowly eased the zipper down.

Quickly then, without a word, he jerked her pants down over her hips, then her panties. His actions were quick, violent, forceful. He swung her around and pushed her backwards until she fell onto the couch. He gripped her legs and pulled them up, dropping to his knees next to the couch.

He shoved her knees back against her chest, one hand holding them there as he unzipped his fly and pulled out his bulging erection.

"Please," she sobbed. "Oh please!"

He pushed his cockhead against her cringing cunt opening, then jammed it inside.