Just Fuck Me Dad

He finally gripped my pajama bottoms down my legs, and revealed my shapely figure. This was wrong on so many levels, but I couldn’t get over how glamorously, unbelievably sexy I was with him lying on top of me. I tried to avert my eyes, but they caught sight of my dad’s 8 1/2 inch dick, and it was aiming straight for my hole. To scream now would be useless, dad had already gone this far. It was obvious he wasn’t prepared to stop. He slowly slipped his raging hard prick inside my tight wet cunt, and broke my cherry. He stopped for a second, to let the blood leak out, and to allow me to adjust to his intrusion. Once I did, he pumped in and out of me like my pussy belonged to him. He continued to swallow my breasts in his mouth as his cock continued a furious pounding on my young pussy. I refused to scream now, because the only sound that would come out were moans.

As much as I despised him now for doing this to me, I couldn’t believe how great it felt to have this large cock inside of me, pleasuring me. Dad spread my legs wide, and continued to fuck me. His balls were smacking against my ass as he fucked me harder and harder. God, I hated him. I hated him with every fiber of my bones. I hated him for taking my virginity. I hated him for raping me, but most of all, I hated him for making me like it. The fact that his cock felt like it belonged in my pussy made me feel worse. Fucking bastard. I could feel my pussy tighten, and a rush of orgasmic ecstasy flooded me. Dad had made me cum. I saw the hideous smirk on his face. He enjoyed the fact that he could make his daughter cum. And he did. Then he did it again, and again, and again. His smile didn’t fade. And after my fifth orgasm, I finally felt my father’s sperm fill up my pussy. He shot load after load inside me. His intent was obviously to get me pregnant. Fuck it, I don’t care. Not anymore.