登入Hannah was amazed. She had a wad of cum on her forehead, nose and lips. A bit had landed inside her mouth. She admitted to herself that the taste was not bad and that it wouldn't be at all disgusting, if she ever got the opportunity with Caleb, to suck her brother off and to even swallow his cum.David, his chest heaving with exertion, was amazed at how much he had cum. Down through the years the amount of cum he produced had diminished quite a bit. He didn't masturbate often, but when he did, he didn't produce this much. He watched as his incomparably sexy daughter tasted of his emission. This was astonishing!"How does it taste, Baby?" His wife certainly had never tasted of his cum. She treated it as if it were something nasty.Hannah grinned, shyly and said, "Best I ever tasted."......The next day at school, Hannah could barely contain herself. She couldn't have explained it, but she felt almost euphoric. Deep down, she knew that what she and her father had done was terribly wron
Hannah lay there watching him, mesmerized. Was he really going to do this again? Was she going to let him? What could she do? Why had she allowed herself to get in this position again? She knew that she was powerless against him. She knew that, in the back of her mind, she had half-hoped this might happen again! Was she that crazy? Was she that starved for intimacy?"I told you to take your clothes off!" he said, raising his voice. "You come in there wallowing on me half-naked and pretend you don't want it?"She smiled and began removing her shirt, revealing her perfect breasts, her conical nipples as hard as diamonds. She thrust her chest out, eager for her father to lust for them. She raised her bottom from the bed and began to push her shorts and tiny panties down, as David reached and pulled them off and dropped them in the floor.Damn, she was fine. What a fucking body! She was fucking perfect! She was so cute, and always had been. He never imagined that her body would ever fill
She sat on the edge of the bed, unsure of what to do. She could just go tell him that she loved him and give him a hug. No big deal. Should she change clothes? What was the point? There was nothing he had not seen. Besides, all the important parts were covered adequately, even though she had removed her bra.She crept out of her room, not wishing to awaken her father if he had fallen asleep. He was in his recliner watching ESPN."What's on, Daddy?" she asked as she walked over to his chair and stood beside him."SportsCenter. What's up, Baby?"Hannah hesitated. "I just want you to know that I really do love you. I'm not just saying it. That's all."David looked unsure of what to do or say. He reached for her hand and, almost imperceptibly pulled her toward him. She took his cue and climbed into his lap, laying her head on his shoulder."You like sitting in your Daddy's lap, don't you, Baby?" he asked."Yes, Daddy. I do. You make me feel loved," she whispered. She thought to herself, '
The rest of the evening went by as if nothing had happened, except that David and Hannah said very little to each other. She had taken a long shower, locked the door to her room, did her homework, then went into the kitchen and warmed some leftovers. Caleb got home while she was preparing supper and they all sat at the kitchen table and ate. She could barely bring herself to meet her father's eyes.The next day, at school, she could barely concentrate on her work. She kept thinking back to what her father had "forced" her to do and was amazed that she didn't shudder in revulsion. As much as she hated to admit it to herself, she had enjoyed it. That wasn't quite correct, she amended. She didn't enjoy it. Her body had betrayed her and her body had enjoyed it. She was torn. Her mind absolutely did not want what had happened and it did not want her to think of it as a pleasurable experience in any way. Her body, however, had loved it. Her father had seen what he wanted and took it. That w
Rape was a violent act and wasn't about pleasure. This was something she had heard a thousand times. But her father, even though he had forced himself on her, was not being violent. He was not hurting her. It felt good. It felt fantastic! And he was obviously experiencing pleasure. There was nothing violent about what he was doing.Hannah opened her eyes. David was looking directly in her face as he stroked in and out of her clasping, saturated pussy over and over."Am I hurting you, Jess?" he asked.Hannah reluctantly shook her head."Does it feel good? It does, doesn't it?" he smiled.Hannah just stared into his eyes, trying her best to pretend it did not feel great."I think you like it. You probably won't even tell on me. You don't want me to get in trouble, do you?" he grinned.Hannah shook her head. No, she didn't want him to get in trouble! She wanted this, but was not about to let him know it. But she was now afraid that she was going to have an orgasm because what he was doin
"I've only done it a few times, I swear. Only one boy. I'm sorry, Daddy. I'm so sorry. I want to be a good girl. Honest. Please don't do this!" she moaned in desperation."You are a good girl, Jesse. Even good girls need sex when they get horny. Am I right?" he said gently as he stroked her breasts with his fingertips as he stood beside the bed.She glanced at his cock. It was as hard as steel. She imagined it was going to feel wonderful and she wondered if she could manage to keep him from knowing the pleasure he was bound to give her. She didn't want to be forced and she didn't want sex with her father, or anyone else but her brother, but she knew now that it was going to happen. As much as she wanted what he was about to do, she couldn't just lay back and enjoy it. She knew her body was reacting to him, though. Even at this moment, as much as she hated the situation, she was basking in the realization that her father was lusting after her ripe young body. She was very proud of her
I gasped. "That was...""Amazing," Damian agreed.He settled down beside me, leisurely running his fingers over my skin as he spooned me. My thong was drenched now and I found myself wishing one of them would take it off. Bryan came up to sit beside me, and my eyes were drawn to his still promine
"Hey, darling. Bryan and I will be home soon," the text from my husband read. I peered at my phone, wondering if the lady doing my nails could see the guilty expression on my face, then chided myself for feeling guilty. It's not like I was having an affair. I wasn't doing anything wrong. Damian ha
I heard the sound of a car engine go off just as I slid Damian his plate of pancakes for breakfast. After the events of the night before, it was almost like we didn't know how to act around each other. Damian retreated into our bedroom immediately Bryan left, and I was left still sitting at the di
I heard the front door open just as I put the finishing touches to dinner. "Darling," my husband called, "I'm home. Guess who's joining us for dinner today?"I hastily wiped my hands on a towel and hurried to the door. I was all smiles as I greeted my husband and his best friend, Bryan, after givi







