“ Do you require dad to come turn with your afters fiddling pussycat for you, girl ? Give that kitty a good surd rub, get it soaking wet ?"

My full body went red with shame.

This was wrong.

I shouldn't be listening to this.

Just like my scanty shouldn't be getting soaked, enjoying the naughtiness of his words.

I rubbed my thigh together, trying to tranquillise down.

"Daddy can then slide his cock interior and fill you up with cum. Breed you, even. Don't have fun all by yourself, sweetie, that's not what being region of a family is supposed to be like. A folk shares things. share your lithe sexy body with me, Savannah."

My teenage internal secretion were screaming at me to listen to my female nature, to my primal, staple instincts, and to let a man claim me.

I wanted to let a man have my pure, Virgin body, use it for his pleasure, and give it a better role. I wanted a man to possess me, overlook me, make me stick out his tyke, multiply me like a treasure mare.

So what if I was only a few months into being 18 and a effectual adult ? I'd read about unseasoned moms than that and people always commended them on being brave and strong.

And I did so want a child of my own, double-dyed with a man to serve and make happy, and in return, he'd make me the heart of his nursing home and the one he'd always come back to.

even men who wandered, I thought, must have that one woman they'd always see as wagerer than all the remainder, the one they'd never get tired of nookie and seeing, of being with. I wanted to be that for someone.

But my daddy couldn't be that man for me, despite me starting to experience a dissimilar form of something when it came to him, something entirely forbidden.

My mattress dipped and then, before I could react, dad was on top of me, breathing heavily. He smelled of alcohol and of man, the real kind, all raw and primal, musky and sweaty.

I was mad with unspent lecherousness and my internal secretion were kicking me at my weakest.

I shuddered.

What the blaze was wrong with me ? I should be having unspoilt control over my urges.

But pop was so big.

So strong.

So fucking manly and dominating.

He was unlike anyone I had ever seen, including gouge, my boyfriend. And ding played lacrosse professionally, never missing a day of preparation.

A small part of me wondered if pop had always been this way or if his old age in jail had turned him into this threat of a man. I was so diminished when he left me and mom, I barely remembered his name. I certainly didn't remember his handsomely rugged case or the sound of his gravely voice.

"Where were you all day, Savannah River ? Out with your boyfriend, what's-his-name ? How old are you now, 18 or 19 ? Should you be out there, slutting it out with boy ? Do you let any of them fuck you ?"

Dirty questions kept flowing from papa's mouth, asking me which hole boy got to enjoy and even tough things than that.

I didn't think he had noticed that his timbre had changed from jovial to irritated. It was as if he hated the melodic theme that I had given myself to someone already, like he somehow got to ring dibs on my Virgo puss and for some fucked up intellect, that felt hotter than it should get.

Yes, maybe pa did deserve to be my first of all. It was oddly titillating and romantic and it weirdly made amount sense.

"I'm 18,"I whispered, because anything louder might have given away my desire to let him stimulate me, here and now and I wasn't that brave to cross the net line. If he wanted me, then daddy was going to have to do the first move.

As for having cakehole to enjoy ? I had three, all untouched by any man. pop was Sir Thomas More than welcomed to them.

"Go on,"he urged me.

"And I was just out, hanging around, wasting time. No boys. No girls either, just clearing my point a fiddling before bed time."

"I believe you, a well-fucked girl doesn't masturbate, much less like that, so furiously. It sounded like you were punishing your button, not making yourself palpate proficient,"he laughed and the mood became much, a lot lightheaded."I mean, you were fingering yourself so damn knockout there, I thought you were going to break down a nail or something. Now that I know you're a Virgo the Virgin, it makes sensory faculty. You need a skilful dick, sweetheart. It's the only matter that'll fix this situation."

A wave of embarrassment coursed through me. pappa had heard me fingering myself earlier and the sounds I was making had lured him into my bedroom. It was both arousing and embarrassing to know.

And I also knew that he was hard, something I More than likely caused to fall out.

His deprave note of questioning coupled with the way he was lingering in my bed, sniffing my foreplay, talking about my twat, were cluing me in on how much my pappa wanted me.

I wondered if he felt at least a footling bit ashamed about that, because I sure as Scheol did. I should not be desiring him back.

And yet I was.

I so was.

"William Tell me then, let daddy hear how you want to get your pussy fucked. Beg for my cock and I'll help you feel good."

I knew he wanted me to talk dirty, the way he was. He wanted to hear nasty words and phrases coming out of my back talk, to read me that I truly was the slutty teenager girl I kept saying I was not.

"It could be my thick, big putz in there, girlfriend,"he whispered."My shaft sliding in your pixilated cunt, fucking it raw, filling it better than your thin girlish fingers ever could."

His Son broke me.

"Are you going to put a baby in me, daddy ? stool me to go my classes with a huge belly and to never be able to tell apart anyone who the babe's daddy is ? What if they all think I'm a unsportsmanlike little teenage adulteress ?"

A shadow passed through daddy's eyes and he suddenly lowered himself until his hardened cock was pressing into my stomach. He wrapped one hand over my sass and with the early, he positioned his dick at my panty-less, soaked entrance.

With a final look into my eyes, daddy thrust into my cunt and I was sword lily that he had thought to silence me.

Getting fucked for the first clip was quite the experience - I cried out, in shock, pain, excitement, all sundry together like in a blender. Birthed low in my belly, they coursed through my body, making it impossible to cerebrate or take a breath properly.

When he pulled out and then pushed into me again, deeper, I couldn't help another offended mewl. I had been a virgin, after all, and he was simply too big, too much for my tight teenaged pussy. He didn't pull fully out again the next thrust, or the one after, he just kept advancing inside my body, stretching me more than and more.

I was a woman now.

dad's woman.

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If you liked the interpersonal chemistry between Savannah and her dad, you can pick up the novella from my Smashwords pageboy. Look for Ex-Con pop, by Hazel Grace