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I stood silent and naked, admiring myself, in my full length mirror. I was looking for tell-tail changes, any signs of what had just happened.
My breasts were still small, too small for my personal liking, and my nipples were off a soft cherry red hue, rubbery to rigid, and sensitive, I felt they might just remain in their aroused state, it felt nice to touch them.
My stomach ached, did that mean I was pregnant, he went bare-backing into me, neither of us could stop this juggernaut of an urge, feeling him probe between my labia, was a no return point, I wanted it as much as he did and could feel myself push back at him, as he stretched the opening with his cock glans, huge and angry purple, shining with my vaginal lubrication all over it, from his constant probing.
'I can't do it', he said, he was either teasing me or out of genuine concern, as I gritted my teeth, suddenly the prospect of this stopping was too much to bear.
I looked up from between my legs and saw his rigidity, my open entrance and the sheen of my over-active lubrication spread within my thigh-gap, I was open, but he was toying with me, as eight inches of rigid cock stood ready, and I pushed back at it, but he moved with me, keeping his head pinioned at my entrance, I could hear myself gasp and ask him to go inside and fuck me.
He held my hips firmly in his grasp, as he looked down at my pale skinned tom-boyish bum, raised high with parted bum cheeks, exposing my puckered pink anus, with his partially inserted cock between my thin-lipped labia, those sensitive lips drawn inside the hole and held there with his glans cock-head poised, and shaped to penetrate my cunt, and spit his seed onto my barely functioning inner femininity, with its first and second eggs just settling into fallopian tubes, to be held in-situ awaiting the sperm, now percolating in his hanging testes, which I can also see, hanging and pendulous.
I reach between my legs and take hold of them, squeeze and stir the sperm, encouraging them to cum into me, as I pull his scrotum between my thighs, an action that buried his glans penis, between the warm and wet entrance layers of my cunt, if he was looking down on me, he would see my anus contract as I squeezed him, I was vaginally chewing his cock, drawing him inside me, my hands gripping his hips and pulling at him, while my bum rose and fell.
I could feel the cum shoot into my opening, like a small fireman's hose squirting a little jet of something warm laying a trail of semen along the bottom of my cunt, that was the time when he lost control and I bore my bum into his pubis, taking advantage of his hesitancy.
At last full insertion. I could feel the pressure on the bottom of my cunt, now busying itself on holding him there while I tried to cum myself, my ass grinding down on his ticklely pubic hairs, and gyrating in circles, making his cock move inside me, but alas, as with all u******e fucks, the men cum too quickly and the girls on the receiving end of the cock, get the cum and none of the fun.
Last week I dozed off on top of my bed, and awoke around three thirty.
I got up and walked down our carpeted hallway. I could hear the noise of the TV, and as I got closer, recognized the sounds of porn.
Someone was watching porn, so I stopped to prepare myself, then crept closer and peered through the door, which was just ajar.
There was another sound, rhythmic and deep, snoring, it was daddy, a man on the verge of alcoholism since mother had walked out on us.
I was just about to push the door open, when a sudden movement caught the corner of my eye, my k** sister Amber, she was removing her top, and as I adjusted my view, she was completely naked, and masturbating, with our father lying there.
'WTF', went through my head, as my eyes settled on my sister's masturbation.
What was it she got from it, she was totally unperturbed that she was in the presence of our father, even though he was in a drunken stupor, he could wake up, and then what?
Maybe she wanted to be caught, she would not be the first young girl to be shagged by her father, even now, I wish he he would wake up, and show me something I had never seen before.
I sat on the image for a week, and somehow the more I thought about it, I found it erotic, being caught by your father doing something so basic.
We have both been naked in front of him, but as a little girls, like my sister, and yes we knew he had wanks, we had listened to him grunting in his bed, and seeing his dried semen stains in his bed sheets, so nothing new there, but now, ovulating, my body and mind were focused on having sex, my eggs were urging me to seek fertilization.
I heard sister talking in the kitchen then leaving, slamming the door behind her.
I got out of bed in a mid thigh t-shirt, and walked casually into the kitchen where daddy sat in his underpants.
'What's up with madam', I asked, as I went to get myself a cup, for the freshly brewed coffee?
Daddy looked long and hard at me, the sun shining through the window illuminated my nudity under the flimsy cotton shirt, 'You never wear underwear Mariel'?
My mind was no longer considered little girlish, I was a budding woman and thought like one.
'You're not exactly decent yourself daddy', I retorted, as I stood in what could be considered as a very provocative pose, with my legs apart.
'I'm your father young lady', he fired back with a hint of thickness in his voice, I picked-up on the subtle change.
'You're a man daddy, and our relationship has nothing to do with it, in fact in some cultures I would have filled mother's shoes and looked after your needs'.
Daddy laughed at my concern, 'You were eight when she left', and he looked me up and down again, 'you still are', he said quietly.
'That was over six years back daddy', I retorted, lifting my t-shirt over my head and flaunting my nudity in front of him.
'Tell me to stop daddy', and I turned and bent over the draining board, thrusting my bum high into the air, my parted thighs showing just how wet and swollen I was, 'tell me to stop daddy', I repeated, I saw him approach me from behind, and felt the warmth of his hands on my hips.
My periods came on schedule, and all is well in our home, now both sisters assist daddy whenever he needs a little helping hand.
My breasts were still small, too small for my personal liking, and my nipples were off a soft cherry red hue, rubbery to rigid, and sensitive, I felt they might just remain in their aroused state, it felt nice to touch them.
My stomach ached, did that mean I was pregnant, he went bare-backing into me, neither of us could stop this juggernaut of an urge, feeling him probe between my labia, was a no return point, I wanted it as much as he did and could feel myself push back at him, as he stretched the opening with his cock glans, huge and angry purple, shining with my vaginal lubrication all over it, from his constant probing.
'I can't do it', he said, he was either teasing me or out of genuine concern, as I gritted my teeth, suddenly the prospect of this stopping was too much to bear.
I looked up from between my legs and saw his rigidity, my open entrance and the sheen of my over-active lubrication spread within my thigh-gap, I was open, but he was toying with me, as eight inches of rigid cock stood ready, and I pushed back at it, but he moved with me, keeping his head pinioned at my entrance, I could hear myself gasp and ask him to go inside and fuck me.
He held my hips firmly in his grasp, as he looked down at my pale skinned tom-boyish bum, raised high with parted bum cheeks, exposing my puckered pink anus, with his partially inserted cock between my thin-lipped labia, those sensitive lips drawn inside the hole and held there with his glans cock-head poised, and shaped to penetrate my cunt, and spit his seed onto my barely functioning inner femininity, with its first and second eggs just settling into fallopian tubes, to be held in-situ awaiting the sperm, now percolating in his hanging testes, which I can also see, hanging and pendulous.
I reach between my legs and take hold of them, squeeze and stir the sperm, encouraging them to cum into me, as I pull his scrotum between my thighs, an action that buried his glans penis, between the warm and wet entrance layers of my cunt, if he was looking down on me, he would see my anus contract as I squeezed him, I was vaginally chewing his cock, drawing him inside me, my hands gripping his hips and pulling at him, while my bum rose and fell.
I could feel the cum shoot into my opening, like a small fireman's hose squirting a little jet of something warm laying a trail of semen along the bottom of my cunt, that was the time when he lost control and I bore my bum into his pubis, taking advantage of his hesitancy.
At last full insertion. I could feel the pressure on the bottom of my cunt, now busying itself on holding him there while I tried to cum myself, my ass grinding down on his ticklely pubic hairs, and gyrating in circles, making his cock move inside me, but alas, as with all u******e fucks, the men cum too quickly and the girls on the receiving end of the cock, get the cum and none of the fun.
Last week I dozed off on top of my bed, and awoke around three thirty.
I got up and walked down our carpeted hallway. I could hear the noise of the TV, and as I got closer, recognized the sounds of porn.
Someone was watching porn, so I stopped to prepare myself, then crept closer and peered through the door, which was just ajar.
There was another sound, rhythmic and deep, snoring, it was daddy, a man on the verge of alcoholism since mother had walked out on us.
I was just about to push the door open, when a sudden movement caught the corner of my eye, my k** sister Amber, she was removing her top, and as I adjusted my view, she was completely naked, and masturbating, with our father lying there.
'WTF', went through my head, as my eyes settled on my sister's masturbation.
What was it she got from it, she was totally unperturbed that she was in the presence of our father, even though he was in a drunken stupor, he could wake up, and then what?
Maybe she wanted to be caught, she would not be the first young girl to be shagged by her father, even now, I wish he he would wake up, and show me something I had never seen before.
I sat on the image for a week, and somehow the more I thought about it, I found it erotic, being caught by your father doing something so basic.
We have both been naked in front of him, but as a little girls, like my sister, and yes we knew he had wanks, we had listened to him grunting in his bed, and seeing his dried semen stains in his bed sheets, so nothing new there, but now, ovulating, my body and mind were focused on having sex, my eggs were urging me to seek fertilization.
I heard sister talking in the kitchen then leaving, slamming the door behind her.
I got out of bed in a mid thigh t-shirt, and walked casually into the kitchen where daddy sat in his underpants.
'What's up with madam', I asked, as I went to get myself a cup, for the freshly brewed coffee?
Daddy looked long and hard at me, the sun shining through the window illuminated my nudity under the flimsy cotton shirt, 'You never wear underwear Mariel'?
My mind was no longer considered little girlish, I was a budding woman and thought like one.
'You're not exactly decent yourself daddy', I retorted, as I stood in what could be considered as a very provocative pose, with my legs apart.
'I'm your father young lady', he fired back with a hint of thickness in his voice, I picked-up on the subtle change.
'You're a man daddy, and our relationship has nothing to do with it, in fact in some cultures I would have filled mother's shoes and looked after your needs'.
Daddy laughed at my concern, 'You were eight when she left', and he looked me up and down again, 'you still are', he said quietly.
'That was over six years back daddy', I retorted, lifting my t-shirt over my head and flaunting my nudity in front of him.
'Tell me to stop daddy', and I turned and bent over the draining board, thrusting my bum high into the air, my parted thighs showing just how wet and swollen I was, 'tell me to stop daddy', I repeated, I saw him approach me from behind, and felt the warmth of his hands on my hips.
My periods came on schedule, and all is well in our home, now both sisters assist daddy whenever he needs a little helping hand.
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