Just Fuck Me Dad

Dad’s cock started to shrink. I wanted this torment to end, but at the same time, I wasn’t sure if I was ready for his cock to leave me yet. “No Dad, more. ” I whispered softly almost against my will. The smirk returned to my fathers face, and it was almost as if his cock just grabbed a second wind. He began to plunder my pussy again unmercifully. He had a vice grip on my tits as he struggled to shove his cock deeper and deeper into me. The further back, the easier it would be to impregnate me. It didn’t take long before his cock started spurting it’s hot, thick, incestuous semen up my well-fucked, once virginal cunt. Dad pulled out of me, and went to his room to retrieve his clothes. I laid there naked, feeling strange, and unusual. It was no doubt that my attitude would be completely different.

After that night, it seemed like I came out of my room a completely different entity. There was a slutty, unforgiving, dominance written on my face. For weeks after, my father would continue to fuck me. His raging cock pulsing sperm into my pussy, and filling me with his love child. If I did get pregnant, I would abort it. I didn’t tell my father of that. He wanted me to have his child, but I didn’t. I didn’t want nor need a child. I just wanted to fuck. The best time Dad fucked me was on Father’s Day. Only Mom, Dad, and I were home, and mom was fixing dinner in the kitchen. She was planning a big meal for Dad, and we know Mom; she doesn’t like to come out of the kitchen until everything is finished. Dad saw the perfect opportunity. We were both sitting on the couch watching TV when Mom entered the kitchen. That gave us twenty minutes of quick fucking time. Dad unzipped his pants, and whipped out his massive organ. “Not now Dad, she’ll hear us. ” I whispered.