บท 568: Home Repairs
Great Bend Kansas isn't a big city; just your normal Midwestern town. About an hour outside Wichita it's surrounded by wheat fields and farms. MY folks had moved here when Dad took a job with a law firm in Whatcha. They said they didn't want to raise a family in the big city; if you consider a single daughter to be a family.
I didn't mind being an only child, but I knew mom and Dad had always wanted more kids. Unfortunately Mother Nature had more to say about it when mom was diagnosed with uterine fibroids during the pregnancy. Because I was occupying her womb for nine months, there wasn't much they could do until after the birth; and by then the safest thing was a hysterectomy.
Mother Nature can be rather cruel at times; and others a blessing. She took mom's uterus, and gave me 36E boobs; what can I say. MY current boyfriend Rick loved to smother his face in them while he shoved his six inch dick into me.
Let's be real, Mother Nature can be generous; but on the whole most guys out there range around five to six inches. By the time I was twenty I had my share of boyfriends; and no I hadn't been a virgin since I was sixteen. Only once had I been with a guy who was over seven inches; so settling for six wasn't too bad in my view.
Great Bend sits in what we call tornado alley; and once again Mother Nature reared her ugly head. All three of us were just happy to be alive but standing in our driveway the morning after an F3 barreled through, wasn't a pretty sight.
One whole wall was missing on the side of the house, and part of the roof just hung over the gaping hole. The yard was littered with stuff; some of it was ours and some of probably our neighbors. I wandered across the grass and retrieved the stuffed bear my parents had given me at ten.
"Could have been worse" my father muttered.
"No shit" I said as I gazed into the gaping hole to what was left of my bedroom.
"The insurance will cover it" dad sighed. "The contractor says it will be at least a month for repairs." He added.
"So it's a hotel until then?" I asked as I stepped back over to the driveway.
"I guess" Dad said sadly.
"What?" I asked looking at them.
"The insurance company and the contractor say the rest of the house is loveable" Dad grunted. "They won't pay for a hotel."
Like I said, Dad is a lawyer; he makes good money, let's be real damned good money. But, my folks had struggled early on and made where they were by not pissing away money. I had inherited that same sense of frugalness.
"Then it's the couch for me" I said simply.
"Honey no..." Mom started to say.
"I'm not having you blow five grand on a hotel when the couch works fine" I said flatly. "I would be at the house all day anyway, it's just for sleeping."
Dad turned and looked at me; there was a strange look in his eyes; almost like fear.
"Your mother had a suggestion." He said slowly.
"Oh?" I looked over at mom.
"I work nights at the hospital, and your dad is in the office during the day." Mom told me. "At any given time half of that queen bed is empty." She smiled.
I looked at dad and a queasy feeling hit my belly. A twenty year old female in bed with her forty-five year old father; God help me, I thought.
"Let's try the couch first" I said. "We'll go from there."
"It's your call honey" Mom said. "It just seemed like an awful waste of bed space."
I saw a look of relief wash over dad's face, and then it was gone. But I didn't miss the quick glance down at the mound that hung from the front of my slight frame. Did he just check me out? I shuddered.
We spent the rest of the day starting to pick up. First it was the yard, and then the rest of the house. It stretched into two then three and then four days as we tried to return the house to as much as normal as possible. The contractors couldn't work on a bedroom full of debris, so a lot of my time was spent boxing my things and moving them to the garage.
By the fifth day the contractors came through and evaluated the actual damage and gave Dad an estimate. Mother Nature took a strange twist as two pimply faced boys followed their father around the house. Fuck, I couldn't even get carpenter hunks to fix my room.
By the end of the week my back ached and my tits hurt. Not just from the cleaning. Let's face it, a lot of women will tell you sex is just part of normal life; while at twenty, I LIKE sex. I like spreading my legs and having Rick pound away at me as I squirt all over him. Yep, I'm a squirter; what can I say Mother Nature gifted me.
Mom could tell my back was hurting; and while part of it was my hormones, she had her mind set. As she prepared for work that evening, she cornered me in the living room.
"You'll be sleeping in the bed tonight." She said calmly.
"I'm fine mom" I tried to dissuade her.
"Nonsense" she cut me off. "Your back is killing you and I won't have it affect your school." She stared at me.
"But dad..." I tried to say.
"I've already discussed it with your father." There was a tone of finality in her voice.
I sighed in surrender; but had to admit a soft bed would feel good for a change. I hugged mom good night and headed back for the living room. The rest of the evening neither Dad nor I spoke about the new sleeping arrangement, it was as if it was a taboo subject. At his usual ten Dad headed off to bed. He had to be in the office at eight in the morning; my classes at Uni didn't start until nine-thirty so I usually stayed up later.
When my movie ended at eleven I headed to the bathroom to get ready for bed. I stood staring into the mirror trying to decide what my next move was. Some people sleep in flannel jammies, others in their underwear. Me, I'm what you would call a buffer; I love the silky feel of sheets against my naked body. I was also about to slide into bed with my father so nudity was out.
I pulled an outsize t-shirt over my body and kept my panties on and padded into the dark bedroom. I could hear Dad's soft snoring on his side of the bed as I slid under the sheets. As I settled onto the soft mattress almost sighing in relief, I realized my second problem. Usually this was when I would jill off my needy pussy; I mean come on a week without sex; only a eunuch would do that.
The problem was I was only a foot or two from my sleeping father. I sighed with frustration; dammit I should have done it in the bathroom before I came to bed. I tried to clear the thoughts from my head, and honestly between the soft mattress and the soothing sound of my father behind me; I was asleep before I knew it.
I woke about three in the morning; I could feel the pressure on my bladder; and it took me a moment to orient myself. I started to shift to slide out of bed and head to the bathroom, but I couldn't move.
With horror I realized sometime during the night, Dad had turned over to his other side and closed the gap between us. He had one arm draped over my side, which didn't bother me; it was the fact there was a large paw holding my right breast. Now don't get me wrong, it was NOT intentional; but my tits are very sensitive, and when Rick plays with those puppies, my body can go haywire.
I reached down and gently tried to pry his hand from my now aching tit. I felt him shift, I thought his hand would withdraw, instead he readjusted his grip and this time kneaded my soft breast.
"Oh God" I softly gasped.
I shivered as an electric current shot from my breast to my gut. Be real; twenty years old, horny as hell, and a guy gropes your tit. I don't give a shit if he is your dad; tell me you wouldn't get wet.
I did, and more than just wet. I felt a swamp ooze out of my pussy and coat my clenched thighs. Fuck, I was wearing panties; it had never occurred to me and the damp cloth clung to my lips.
"Mmmm Anna" I heard dad softly moan behind me.
I froze on the spot. Who the hell was Anna? My mother's name was Diane; was my dad fucking another woman? I was so shocked I didn't fight when he pulled my body back.
Two things hit at once; one was Anna was ME; that was my name. The second was the fat sausage that suddenly pressed into the crack of my ass from behind.
All thoughts of the bathroom vanished as I felt Dad press into me. He was fucking HUGE, I realized. The thick shaft of his cock pressed the fabric of my panties into the crease of my ass literally filling the gap to overflowing he was so thick.
I shivered as I felt the swollen bulb of his cockhead press into the warm skin of my lower back. My eyes popped fully open in the dark as it hit me. His bare cock, Jesus Christ my dad was nude.
Then a second thought rattled through my still sleep hazed brain. Oh my God, if his shaft was in my ass crack...and his head was above the elastic band of my panties. I almost groaned thinking how fucking big he had to be to accomplish that.
God I envy you mom, I thought softly. Suddenly my belly ached again as my bladder reminded me what my original goal had been. I gently slid forward, feeling his arm now slip from around me; I rose from the bed and padded into the bathroom.
Sitting on the toilet, listening to the soft trickle, I looked down at myself. Dear God my nipples were rock hard, and I could see the glisten between my thighs. As I wiped, I reached down to pull my panties back up, then hesitated. Would I dare?
I pulled the cloth free and dropped them into the laundry basket. After all, he had moaned my name, I reasoned. I slid under the covers to find Dad now stretched out on his back, and I could hear his even breathing.
Have you ever had that war in your brain; where the stupidest logic is the one that seems to make the most sense? That was me at that moment. I figured since he had groped me first, fair was only fair.
I slid my hand under the duvet, feeling the warm skin of his side against my fingers. I traced along his body slowly, until the crested at his hip. I held my breath as I gently slid my hand up and over his hip, my fingers teasing along his pubic hair. It didn't take long to find that monster, shit he was so big a blind woman could have found it.
I shuddered as I realized I couldn't even wrap my fingers around it, and the fact that I had a grip on my father's cock. My hand gripped his shaft as I was stunned to find I couldn't feel either his balls or the head. How fucking big IS he? My numbed mind wondered.
Hearing him moan, I pulled my hand away and rolled over. God what was I doing? I was just fondling my father is what I was doing; and swamping my pussy in the process. After a few moments I finally drifted back to a fit full sleep, my dreams filled with image of this huge dick just ravaging me.
For three nights I was tortured, and yet I eagerly came back for more. When I awoke to him gently kneading my thigh, only inches from my soaked pussy, I almost lost it. I couldn't take it anymore.
Saturday I called Rick and told him I was coming to his dorm room, I didn't give a damn if his roomie was there or not. I wasn't in the room more than thirty seconds and clothes started flying everywhere. I lunged at him, shoving him back on the bed.
"Fuck me" growled at him.
What should have been an hour or more of gut wrenching, rutting sex; turned into less than twenty minutes of 'uh uh, I'm done'. I wanted to scream out my frustration. When I got home that afternoon, I sat and sulked on the couch, dammit I didn't even have a room I could hide in.
"Everything all right sweetie?" my mom asked from her easy chair.
God, I had been so wrapped in myself I hadn't even seen her sitting there. What was wrong with me?
"Yeah" I grunted back.
"I thought you were with Rick" she set down the television remote.
"I was." God I sounded like a bitch.
"Not quite the session you wanted?" Mom gave a soft chuckle.
"Mom" I almost shouted. "And nowhere near" I grumbled.
"Do you need to use the bedroom?" I could see a faint smile on her face.
"Jesus mom" I couldn't believe her.
"Honey, we are both adults. If you need some...relaxation...I understand." Mom seemed so damned calm.
The bad part was that Rick's little twenty minute jaunt had only managed to stir the fire between my thighs all the more. Where I had once felt fortunate to have a boyfriend with a six inch dick, there was no way it could compare with... I shook my head, trying to clear that thought.
"Should I ask what's got you so worked up?" Mom's voice was softer.
"I wouldn't" I muttered back.
I know it may sound silly, but my parents had always prided themselves that we were always open and honest about everything. Just the thought of lying to my mother tore at me; but how do you tell her that your father, her husband, and his enormous cock were driving you insane.
"He is rather large" her voice broke through my thoughts.
"What?" I looked up at her, and saw her just sitting there staring at me.
"I said" she spoke in a calm clear voice. "He is rather large."
"Mom" I tried not to moan.
"Was he against your ass?" her voice pushed into me.
"Oh Jesus" I whispered as I shuddered.
"Did he squeeze your tits baby?" Mom leaned forward, her eyes never leaving me. "He loves big tits you know." She told me.
"Oh God mom" I couldn't stop my moan this time.
Mom rose from her chair and came over to sit by me on the couch. God, I couldn't stop trembling. She reached out and took my hand, holding it gently in hers.
"There is two things I want you to do." Mom said softly.
I just stared at her. She seemed to know everything; yet there wasn't an ounce of anger or venom in her.
"First I want you to go up to the bedroom and relieve yourself." Mom smiled at me. "In fact use my friend in my night stand; it's for when your father isn't...available." I almost choked.
"Second, after dinner; come upstairs." She gently squeezed my hand. "I think there is something you might want to hear...or maybe see."
I sat stunned as she returned to her seat and calmly picked up the television remote. She looked up at me.
"Go on" she smiled again.
I wandered up the stairs and into the master bedroom. I knew in my heart that mom knew everything. God, how could you be so calm about another woman lusting for your husband.
With shaking hands, I opened the small drawer on her nightstand. In awe I pulled out what had to be the biggest dildo I had ever seen. Jesus, this thing had to be nine or ten inches long; and it was so realistic, with veins running down the shaft.
Curious where mom had gotten such a toy, I turned it over and looked at the base. Clone-a-willy; what the hell was that, I wondered; then it hit me like a load of bricks. I was standing there, holding a replica of my father's cock.
I stared at it in wonder; fuck was he really that big? Was this the monster that kept poking into my ass every night? A sudden gush of hot fluids filled my panties as I realized mom had just given me permission to use this thing. God, I couldn't get my jeans and panties off fast enough.
I stretched out on the bed and gripped the thick base with both hands. Spreading my legs wide, I placed the engorged head at my entrance; and then did what I had been dreaming of for three days. I rammed that fake dick straight up my cunt.
"Ohhhhh fuckkkkk" I groaned as my walls stretched around the rubber.
I looked down between my thighs panting; Christ barely half of it was inside me and I already felt stuffed. Pulling it back, seeing my juices glisten on the silicone; I jammed it in again.
"All of it" I groaned. "Give it to me daddy" I moaned as I began to work my dripping pussy.
"Oh fuck...oh shit" I grunted as the thing sank deeper and deeper.
Wet squishing sounds filled the bedroom as I pounded myself raw trying to shove that whole thing up inside me. I wasn't going to stop until every inch was buried in me.
"Fuck me daddy...fuck me..." I moaned as I went still deeper.
Fuck I had never had a dick this deep before. It was hitting nerve endings I never knew I had. My hips hunched up and down as I pumped harder; I felt possessed as I fucked myself on my father's cock.
"So close...oh fuck..." I groaned as I shoved harder still.
Then it hit, and it hit HARD. Just as I felt those cool rubber balls slap against my up turned ass, I felt the most amazing thing as the head of that thing pressed against my cervix. The two sensations collided deep inside my gut.
"Dadddddyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy" I screamed as my body exploded.
I watched as a fountain of cream spewed out of me in an arc and splattered to the bed. You would have thought I was emptying my bladder right then, but the spasms along the walls of my pussy told me what was happening.
In a fog I dropped back onto the soaked bed. Fake cock or not, that had been the most intense orgasm on my young life; God what would having the real thing do to me; I thought in a haze.
It took less than ten minutes to unleash what three days had built; and then it took twenty minutes just to clean the mess. I had changed the sheets and slipped on my panties and jeans before I wandered down the stairs.
I eased down onto the couch as mom looked over at me. She had a strange twinkle in her eyes as she watched me closely.
"Feel better?" she asked.
"Yes" I barely whispered.
"It's not the same though...is it?" she asked me.
"What" I jerked my head up and looked at her.
Mom rose from the couch and handed me the remote. There was this strange smile on her face.
"It's still not the real thing" she whispered.
I could only shudder as mom walked away and into the kitchen. I listened to her starting dinner, and reached for the remote; time to get my mind to other things, I figured.
It didn't help after dad got home either. Every time he walked by my eyes gravitated to his crotch; and I thought of the size of that toy. Jesus, to hold that thing; to feel it plowing into you; I was growing in anxiety again.
By the time we were in the living room, I swear my panties had never been more drenched. I didn't know what mom was up to; but after that fun workout earlier; I didn't want to miss it.
I helped clear the table, and washed the dishes. By the time I was done and headed back to the living room, I was surprised to find myself alone. Mom had mentioned coming upstairs, but where was dad?
When I reached the top of the stairs, I could hear voices coming from the master bedroom. Thinking mom wanted to talk with me, I walked down the hallway. Then I heard her voice come through the half open door.
I got halfway down the hall when the voices became clear enough to understand. I froze rooted to the spot.
"That's it...fuck me." I heard mom's guttural moan.
"Oh shit...baby" I heard dad.
God they couldn't be, not right now. Is this what mom wanted, for me to hear or see them fucking. I turned to head back downstairs, when mom's next words froze me again.
"Come on baby...fuck your little girl." I heard her whine.
"Diane..." I heard dad gasp.
"I know you want it" mom's voice dripped with lust. "You want to shove that fat daddy dick up your daughter's tight pussy."
I heard a low growl from dad and then mom again.
"That's it...come on daddy...fuck me daddy..." he voice was hoarse as she tried to mime me.
"Oh God...Anna" I heard Dad moan
Suddenly there wasn't enough cloth in my panties to contain the tidal wave that pulsed out of me. I slipped closer to their door, leaning against the wall as I listened.
"Yes, that's it; fuck me harder daddy" I heard mom whimper.
God her voice was so close to mine it was uncanny. My jeans were unsnapped before I even realized it, and one hand dove straight down to my swollen lips. Even the hot masturbation session earlier couldn't relieve the heat building inside me.
"Oh baby...I can't..." I heard dad give this obscene groan.
"Fill your daughter's tight little pussy" mom moaned. "Give me that daddy seed" I heard her beg.
i eased along the wall; it was driving me over the edge. I peeked just around the corner of the half open door. The sight before me was like something straight out of an old man's porn video.
Dad towered over her even on his knees. Mom was kneeling on her hands and knees on the bed, rocking her ass back to meet his slamming hips; I could see her ass cheeks shake with every impact. Her back was arched in raw pleasure; her dirty blonde hair put up into a pony tail with a speckled scrunchie.
Jesus, we had the same hair color; and God I thought that was even one of my scrunches' in her hair; I was like watching my father fucking me before my eyes. Dad had her pony tail wrapped in one hand as he pulled her head back, his other gripping her hip as his skin slapped into her.
I don't know if it was deliberate, but they were positioned perfectly sideways on the bed, giving me a clear view of that massive cock as it slid in an out. Fuck, it was even bigger than I had imagined; and it glistened with mom's juices every time he pulled back.
Mom turned her head and I froze again as she stared right at me. I stood there, two fingers buried in my dripping pussy as I watched my father pound her; or me God I couldn't think straight.
"Fuck your Anna" Mom moaned. "Come on daddy give it to me" again that voice came out.
I could see the sultriest smile come across mom's lips as she locked eyes with me. She knew I was watching, and it turned her on. Jesus Christ I had never met this woman rutting before me.
It only got more obscene the longer I watched; Dad released her hair and gripped her by the hips; pounding everything he had into her.
"Fuck...fuck...FUCCKKKK" mom howled as Dad fucked her like a pile driver.
"Going to...Anna...can't..." I heard Dad moan.
"Oh God yes...yesssss..." I watched mom's eyes roll back.
"Annnaaaaaaaa" Dad moaned.
I saw his body shudder; and then mom tilted forward, dropping her head to the sheet. The move pulled dad's massive cock out of her gripping pussy about halfway; I rammed three fingers up myself as I saw that thick shaft pulsing.
"Thank you daddy" mom sighed softly.
I started to turn and leave, when mom made the hottest move I had ever seen. She eased forward more, until inch by inch Dad's huge dick slid free. When his swollen head slipped free, I watched a gush of white cream ooze out of mom's still gaping hole and drip to the bed.
I knew I couldn't stay much longer. My body screamed for release but I couldn't risk it. Turning on my heels I beat a fast path back to the living room. God, I wanted to stretch out on the couch and shove that clone a dick so far up me I screamed for Dad.
But I didn't dare, I wasn't sure how long it would take mom and dad to redress and come down those stairs. The sick part was, it took over fifteen minutes, Christ I could have fingered out three orgasms by then.
When mom and Dad came back into the living room, mom was already dressed for work. I had to fight the urge to stare at the bulge I knew packed his jeans as dad sat in his chair.
I needed to get my mind off sex. I headed up to the bedroom, figuring I could try and get some study time in. It was about an hour later I heard a soft tap on the bedroom door.
"Hey" mom said as she stepped inside.
"Hey" I replied. God she suddenly looked so different to me now.
"I'm heading off to work" mom said the obvious.
"OK" it was all I could manage.
My eyes were glued to her breasts in her uniform, those same breasts that had been swaying freely as dad pounded into his 'daughter'.
Mom bent down and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek; she hadn't done that since I was a little girl.
"Have a good night" mom said softly in my ear.
"Thanks" I barely choked out.
Mom stopped at the door and looked back at me; she had that same sultry look on her face.
"I won't tell you to be good" she said. "Just don't wear out my toy" she smiled. "Or him" and then she was gone.
After she left, I reached over and pulled that massive dong from her beside stand. I sat and stared at it for a few moments. It would be so easy to just lay back and let "daddy" satisfy me. I could hear mom's words from earlier in my head as I sat there. She was right, it was huge, but it wasn't the real thing.
I slid the plastic dick back into the stand and closed the drawer. No, I thought firmly. Next time, it wouldn't be a fake dick. It might not be tonight, or even tomorrow night; but the next time I fucked, it would be that massive cock filling my pussy.
For the next week I thought I was going to come unglued. I slept with no panties, shortened my night shirts; and every night woke with my tits being mauled while that huge dick pressed into my ass.
It got so bad I wanted to just ram my ass back and impale myself on that thing. I knew what mom and dad did was a roleplay fantasy; and I also know if he woke up buried to the hilt in me he would freak out.
The fact I wanted it was only half of it, he had to want it to. While play was fun, reality was a whole different ballgame. You were talking about incest here, and while my moral fiber had few qualms, for dad it was different.
Poor Rick had no idea what hit him. He went from frenzied pussy to no sex overnight. I wanted sex, and badly, but not with him. I was doing everything I could to entice dad; wearing skimpier clothes, snuggling at night. None of it seemed to have any effect.
Yet, at the same time he seemed to be getting more and more agitated.
By the end of the second week of repairs, I knew we were running out of time. They guys may be pimple faced morons, but they were actually doing a good job of fixing the house. I figured that at best I had a week left.
I was at wits end on what more I could do; when Dad snapped at me about my choice of clothing. The tight halter I was wearing showcased my large chest, with my hard nipples pointing the way. The pants and shorts had given way to just wearing panties around the house.
"Jesus Christ Anna, put some clothes on" Dad snapped at me in the living room.
I was stunned. I just sat and stared at him. I didn't think he had even noticed, but apparently he had.
"You're fucking killing me" he muttered as he stomped off for a shower.
"What the hell?" I looked over at mom.
She gave a tinkling laugh and that sultry look came over her face. What was she up too?
"That, is a man who hasn't been laid in five days" mom chuckled.
"Oh my God; mom you didn't..." I was shocked.
"I most certainly did" mom laughed rising from her chair. "If he wants sex...it won't be with me." Her dark eyes bore into mine.
"Mom" I gasped.
"Time to get ready for work." Mom headed for the stairs.
Mom went up and changed while my mind swirled. Christ she had totally cut him off for five days now. I couldn't imagine what going five days without sex was like, and then I suddenly realized I could; I had been doing to waiting for him.
When mom came downstairs dressed for work, I watched her getting ready. She came over and again kissed me softly on the cheek.
"Night sweetie" she said softly.
"Night mom" I told her.
"Oh, by the way" mom straightened up. "It's been awfully warm in the bedroom...for some reason...you might need to skip that heavy night shirt" I could see that sultry look back again.
I sat stunned as she walked out the front door. Had my mother just invited me to sleep nude with my father? I wanted it, there was no question, but I had never been given a blessing to fuck another woman's husband before.
I didn't see dad the rest of the night, I figured he must have showered and then headed to bed. When I entered the bedroom a bit after ten, I could hear his soft breathing in the dark. I slipped out of my clothes and then reached for my night shirt. My hand froze as I stood there. Slowly turning, I slipped under the covers; feeling the soft sheets against my bare skin.
It wasn't even midnight when I was awoken by the gentle kneading on my breast. I couldn't hide the soft moan when he gently pinched my hard nipple.
"Daddyyyy" I moaned softly.
"Oh Anna" I heard his deep voice behind me.
I felt the bed shift as he moved, pressing up against me. God could he get any harder, I thought; as that massive pole pressed into my ass. I shivered as I felt warm pre-cum ooze from the tip onto my skin.
Beyond redemption, I stepped into the abyss. I reached up and took his large hand in mine. Gently I guided it lower, sliding it across my soft belly. I sighed as the tips of his fingers dipped into the soft curls of my pubis hair. I held still and waited; and then his hand moved.
"Yesssss" I moaned softly as his fingers slipped lower.
God even asleep he was perfect. His first three fingers splayed out and slid over my sex. The outer two pinching lightly at my swollen lips, while the middle finger found the sensitive bud of my clit.
"Oh fuck daddy" I moaned as my hips bucked.
"Anna?" I heard again.
This time the voice was different and I knew he was waking up. I had to move quickly or I would lose this chance. Reaching down I gripped his wrist, holding his hand over my now heated sex.
"Don't stop...please" I whimpered in the same tone mom had used.
"Anna, we should..." Dad started to say.
I didn't want to hear it; I wanted HIM. I ground my firm ass back against his throbbing cock, feeling it jump at the contact.
"Please daddy...I need...you need..." moaned back.
"Anna" he whispered my name; and then slid a fat finger between my lips.
"Oh fuck yes" I grunted as sparks went off behind my eyes.
I felt his fat cock slide up and down the crease of my ass as his finger began to pump into me. God this felt so good, but I wanted more, I wanted HIM.
I lifted one leg and draped it over his thigh. This opened my sex to his probing fingers and I felt a second fat digit plow into me, stretching me open.
"Oh fuck" I grunted at the invasion.
My mind swirled with lust to the point I wanted to scream. I could feel my belly start to flex as my walls gripped his finger. I wasn't far off from losing it, and I was damned if my first orgasm with him would be like this.
I reached above my head and gripped the sheets. I slid my body up the bed, feeling that fat cock slide lower in the crease of my ass. God, I had slid clear up and it still wasn't enough.
With a soft grunt, I pulled on the sheet again. Dad hadn't slowed his fingers, and my nerves were reaching the breaking point.
"Baby, what are you doing?" his hot voice against my neck.
Just then my body slid into position. I felt the swollen head of his cock slip between my thighs, and press against my sodden lips. Even in the dark I could feel how big he was.
No, I suddenly thought. Not in the dark. I reached out my hand, slapping the end table until I hit the base of the touch lamp. The bedroom was washed in a soft yellow glow as the light came on.
"Anna?" Dad's puzzled voice came from behind me.
I turned my head, cranking my neck until I saw his rugged face. I stared into his eyes seeing a mixture of lust and fear in them.
"I want to see my father's face when he fucks me" I husked back at him. "Do it daddy, fuck your little Anna" I mimicked mom's voice.
Dad never made a sound, but he stared back into my eyes as his hips moved. In one motion that huge cockhead plowed into me, and about three inches of his fat dick stretched me wide.
"OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD" I screamed.
He may have been silent; but there was no way in hell I could just lay there and take a telephone pole up my pussy. I started stretching...and stretching...and stretching. I clawed at the sheets and gurgled as my father split me in half. How the fuck did mom take this ting all the way?
Suddenly the sensation was gone as dad pulled free.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO" I screamed again.
"Baby I don't want..." that was as far as he got.
Literally furious he had pulled out, I flipped onto my back. Reaching over I dug my nails into his bicep and jerked on his body. Dad was so caught off guard he gave a grunt as his body rolled on top of me.
"Fuck me daddy" I hissed into his ear. "FUCK YOUR DAUGTER" I shouted.
Dad rose up on his arms, and I just stared between our bodies and watched in stunned silence as ten inches of cock can thick cock rammed up into me. All of it, every fucking inch plowed into my body.
I opened my mouth, I wanted to scream but no sound came out. I wanted to shout, but my voice was gone. All that came out was a primal growl and little girl whimper as I exploded.
I felt my body lose control as I almost seized under him, my arms released him and flopped at my sides, while my thighs drummed against his hips. Hot pussy cream shot out in a stream, washing his belly and groin. The sheer size of his cock was forcing every drop out of my tight pussy.
Pain seared my brain at the same moment pure pleasure tore through my gut. I was ruined, and I knew it; there would never be another man like the one above me now; he owned me.
I just lay under him and took it as he pulled that cock back, the thick shaft scrapping my walls, dragging along my clit. With a grunt he slammed back down into me; and my voice returned.
"DADDDDYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY" I wailed.
Had there been anyone else in the house, there would have been no mistake what was happening.
"Fuckmefuckmefuckme" I babbled as he pounded down into me.
I couldn't stop my second orgasm any more than you could stop breathing. I slammed into me as that cock bounced off my cervix. Fuck was he deep.
"Cumming again...oh fuckkkkk" I moaned. "Cumming on daddyyyyy" I cried out.
The words seemed to only fuel him, as Dad picked up the pace even more. God how could a man fuck like this, I dimly thought. He was a damned machine.
Juices poured out my pussy like Niagara Falls, soaking the bed; I didn't care. My pussy burned with every stroke as he hammered me; I didn't care. My entire world focused down onto that massive dick as I felt it throb inside me.
I looked up at his face as his hips powered up and down. His eyes were glassy and his lips pulled back into a feral snarl. Not like this, I wanted him with me. I wanted him to KNOW he was cumming inside his daughter.
I reached up and dug my nails into his bare chest. I watched his eyes flicker, and then come back to me. I smiled up at him.
"That's it Daddy, cum in your little girl." I whispered to him.
"Anna...we can't..." dad panted.
I didn't use the voice mom used. Instead I tried something different. In the sweet little girl voice I had always used on my father; whenever I needed money or a gift; I raised my head and whispered in his ear.
"Please daddy" I saw his eyes grow wide. "Pleaseeeeeeee" I whined.
"Oh fuck...Anna" his body shuddered.
"Yesssssssssssssss" I hissed as I felt his cock jerk deep in my belly.
"Cum...cum...cum..." I chanted as my body erupted for I couldn't remember how many times.
For two hours straight, my father fucked the living shit out of me. We did it missionary, and then he hammered me from behind while I howled like a bitch in heat. When he raised my legs up to his shoulders and plowed that massive dick halfway to my throat, I gurgled on my own spit while I came.
By the time we were done, the bed was soaked in sweat and cum. Three hot loads of jizz leaked from my abused pussy. Even as I drifted into an exhausted sleep, I reached down and smeared that wonderful fluid all over my body.
I woke the next morning to a hand resting on my shoulder. Blinking my eyes open to the daylight streaming in the window, I was startled to see mom sitting next to me on the edge of the bed.
I turned to look at her, and as I did the sheets drifted down my nude body. There was no mistaking the dried cum that still caked my tits; even the room still reeked of sex.
"Have fun?" Mom smiled.
"Oh God" I groaned.
Every muscle in my body ached...except one. My pussy was literally raw from the pounding it had taken the night before. Like it or not, it would take a couple of days to get that part of me back to working order.
"It takes a bit of getting used to" mom chuckled softly.
I could only nod in agreement as I rested on the pillow. I stared up at mom, seeing she was still smiling. It just didn't make sense; I had just fucked her husband.
"Mom" I asked hesitantly. "I have to ask..." I stopped.
"You want to know why" mom said softly.
"Yeah...I mean you don't have to..." I looked up at her.
"A fair question" Mom nodded. "Two reasons actually" mom stood and began to undress from her uniform.
"The first is that I could keep up with him when I was thirty" she laughed. "Honey I'm almost fifty and it isn't so easy now."
"I can see why" I said.
My eyes were drawn to those same breasts I had seen that first night. Mom was making no move to hide her self; after all it was just us girls.
"His appetite hasn't changed" mom slowly pulled her white slacks down. "If anything it's gotten stronger. If he is going to fuck anyone other than me...it's going to be you." She smiled.
"Besides, she said tossing her slacks away. "He's dreamed about since you were sixteen" she laughed softly.
"Jesus" I gasped.
Mom settled onto the edge of the bed again. I couldn't help my eyes as they followed the contour of her full hips and down her thighs. Dressed in only a small thong and white hose, she actually looked pretty damned sexy.
"The second reason" I asked, trying to divert my attention.
"Mind if I ask a question first?" mom asked.
I could feel her fingers tracing the dried cum along my belly and up to the swell of my breasts.
"Sure" I tried not to gasp at her soft touch.
"Are you on birth control?" he words caught me off guard.
"Ummm yeah, I mean I wouldn't want..." I stuttered.
I was having a hard time focusing as her fingers traced along the curve of my breast, dipping into the crusted pools.
"Go off them." Mom whispered.
"What?" I gasped as her fingers traced over a hardening nipple.
"Your father always wanted another child, and I can't..." her voice trailed off.
I felt a slow burn deep in my gut at what she was asking. Let me father...get me pregnant. I shuddered.
"Hot isn't it" I suddenly felt her breath on my skin.
"Mom" I moaned.
I felt her tongue slowly drag across my skin, Jesus she was licking Dad's dried cum from my skin. The same cum that oozed from between my thighs; the same cum that could get me...
"Oh God" I moaned as two soft lips capture my nipple.
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