Father And Daughter Sex Stories Novels & Stories

"Oh, wow, Carolyn. You... you dirty whore." "Uh-huh," I moaned, my orgasm peaking in me. I had all that young stud's jizz in me. "Such a dirty whore!" "You want dirty?" said the father. "Why don't we swap, son? Fuck their asses. And... Let's have the mother lick her daughter clean of my jizz." "What?" my husband groaned. The son ripped his cock out of my pussy and shoved me down to my knees. I gasped as I leaned forward. He shoved my face into my daughter's sparse bush. The father's cock pulled out of her, sliding over my lips into the process.

“Yes, use me. Pound up into your stepdaughter.” The age gap made it intense, his skilled hands and words driving me crazy while my tight body took everything he gave. We fucked through multiple rounds filling me again and again until cum was leaking everywhere. “On your knees now. Suck Daddy clean,” he ordered. I eagerly tasted our mixed juices on his thick shaft. “Good girl. Take it deep.” I bobbed my head gagging a little but loving it. He face fucked me gently then pulled me up for more riding. The night stretched but time stayed on this one day. We talked dirty between orgasms. “Your Mom has no idea I am breeding her daughter all day,” he said, thrusting up. “It makes me wetter, Daddy. R

"Is that really all she is to you?" "To be completely honest with you, Hillian, I cannot even bring myself to sleep with her," my father confessed, stepping closer and lowering his tone like he was sharing a secret. "She is gorgeous to look at, yes, but I am simply not sexually attracted to her at all. She fulfills her duties as the lady of the house, and I give her an unlimited credit card. It is a business transaction." A surge of strange, conflicting emotions churned deep in my chest. I felt disgust at his callousness, but deep down, a dark, dangerous sense of relief washed over me.

Her juices and the mixed cum ran freely down her legs. “I can’t take it anymore!” she finally screamed after the fifteenth denial, voice completely broken. “Please, I want to cum so badly! I’ll tell you everything!” Gabriel pressed the wand firmly against her throbbing clit again. “Then confess. Who fucked you?” “Drew!” she wailed. “Drew fucked me in the storage room right after the board meeting! He blackmailed me with a video and fucked me hard. Please, Daddy, let me cum!”

and then he took his ladder and went home. "Come inside" the momma said, "And I will cook you a delicious dinner and give you a back rub. "And then can we have sex?" the poppa asked. The momma, knowing that she was pretty loose and sloppy said, "Not tonight poppa, I have a yeast infection. Maybe in a couple of days." In the mischievous son's room the beautiful daughter had her legs up on the mischievous son's shoulders and he was driving his cock into her as she moaned, "fuck me, fuck me, oh God fuck me."

My father licks his lips as he watches us. “She’s, ah, pregnant?” My father stutters over his words as his hand strokes his erection through his pants. “How could she not be? You think I don’t take your daughter's tight teenage pussy as often as I can?” Daddy slips a finger into me and starts to work it in and out. “No matter how hard or often I fuck her, she’s still tight and always begging for cock.” Corano grinds his palm into my clit as he thrusts his finger in and out. I can’t hear what he’s saying anymore because I’m lost in my own pleasure.

Her hands clutched my clothes desperately, fingers digging into fabric as if she could anchor me to the floor if she held tight enough. “I will come back,” I whispered into her hair. It was a lie. But it was all I had. They came that night. Three men. Heavy boots. Dark jackets. The kind of men who did not look around when they entered a room because they already owned it. My father opened the door without argument. My mother screamed my name. One of the men grabbed my arm. His grip was firm, practiced. I did not fight. Fighting was what children did when they believed rescue was possible.

But it was gone before I could place it. “Does it matter?” he replied. “Yes.” Another pause. Then… “I wanted to see if you were worth all the stories.” That hit. Harder than it should have. “What stories?” I asked. His eyes darkened slightly. “The ones about the man who sold his son,” he said. Silence. “ About the one who chose a stranger over his own daughter.” Iris stiffened slightly beside me. But I didn’t look at her. I didn’t look away from him. “That’s what you believe?” I asked.

"Ma'am, that young man is banned from the property. Your daughter gave me a direct order. She told me to make sure no calls or messages from him reached you. She said it was for the family's peace." The words hit me like a slap. So, he had tried. He did care. But my own daughter, my scandal, had built a wall between us. A hot, sudden anger flashed through me. "So, Leo really does care, but my scandal of a daughter is behind all this," I whispered to myself. I ended the conversation there, promising to deal with it after the event. But the anger stayed, a low burn under my skin.

I grabbed onto his boxers and pulled them down, and I had to bite my bottom lip to stop from gasping at the size of Father Daniels' thick, hard cock. He has gone so many years without sex, but he's willing to break that for me. Thank you god! "Good," Father Daniels told my dad as my fingers wrapped around his thick, juicy cock. "I have had a few conversations with your daughter. You have raised her well." This is so wrong! But it feels so right! I licked my thick, soft lips. I opened them wide and leaned forward to take Father Daniels' cock inside. Ooooohh Father! I moaned in my head.