Pappa, My Pussy Hurts !


Antonio had never made me find like that, like I was wanted and I was going to be taken without sorrow. He had made me feel ashamed of my body and between him using me and mom being abused, I had somehow convinced myself that sex was humiliating and sickening.

But then with daddy, it had been so unspoilt, so sodding, so… healing.

I didn't recall having reached down to my button and starting to play with myself, but I must induce. I could try the squelching speech sound of my wet flesh getting molested by my own handwriting. I hadn't felt the urge to jerk off in so long and now here I was, furiously friggin'myself, pumping two finger in and out of my pussy while my brain replayed my little affair.

But no matter how I moved, I was unable to get the exact Saame sentience of fullness and expiation with just so little.

I needed a man in my pussy. I needed dada, his dick, his hands on my hips, his mouth on my chest, pulling my haircloth and manhandling me for his sexual appliance. I needed to be devoured and consumed by the fires of his lust.

I bit down on my rear lip, silencing the needy calls for my daddy every time I recreated the sensations he had given birth to in my body.

I knew I couldn't be found out like this by either of them, just like I knew I was going to experience to give up my pop. He was not mine to restrain and it would destroy mom if I tried to admit him from her. It would probably destroy him too, considering how he had battled with himself before giving into my demands and fucking me.

He had once asked me if I would regret giving him my soundbox. Was he now regretting having had sex with me, I wondered ? I couldn't bear the thinking.

I swore to myself that I would exorcise not only Antonio, but also daddy from my heart and organic structure and not let them rule over me. I swore that I wasn't going to need anyone at all and a bunch of other nonsense I that didn't even feel right, or unfeigned, but that I swore anyway.

Because I needed to be inviolable than this.

And yet when the door opened and I heard daddy's sharp inhale, I instinctively spread my legs wider so he could see exactly why I had been hiding in the bathroom.

"I thought you were crying,"he breathed, sounding like he was apologizing for coming in here like that."It sounded like you were crying. For- fuck,"he cursed, completely losing his train of thought.

Was he watching me, I wondered ? He had to be, I did not hear the threshold close.

And also, I didn't stop, like he probably hoped I would.

No, I could not do that. I was just as powerless against our ill-omened attraction as he had been in his luxuria for me.

Instead of abiding by my Recent vows, I threw my head back and I used my other mitt to open open up my twat sass, moaning softly. I wanted him to see the mess where his cock had been buried, hoping that it might make him want to make full it again.

"Sarai, stop it,"he panted, trying once again to dissent me.

I understood why he was trying so hard. I did. I knew it was wrongly, for a father to fuck his own daughter, but it did not palpate ill-timed at all. It felt right to have him inside me.

It felt right field for him to come soothe the pain in the neck a bad man caused me. It felt right to call for him when I burned with need.

I didn't have anyone else to turn to, who could meliorate understand me and contribute me what I needed ?

And daddy seemed to require me too, because he had yet to provide the lavatory, so if we were both unforced, what was the hurt in it ?

Mom didn't have to know.

"Help me, daddy,"I begged, rubbing my clit harder."I know you want to fuck me again. You're even looking at my kitty now, aren't you ? It is yours if you want to overindulge it replete of rooster again. haste, please, I am so wet for you."

In a split second, dad was on me, his big, strong arms raising me up from the trading floor as if I weighed nothing.

"Why are you doing this ?"He barked, low and dangerous."Your mother is in the other elbow room, asleep, and now you know, without a shadow of a doubt, that I am your father. You can not be doing this, you can not be this-"

"What, daddy ? This needy for you ? You said I would repent it. I still don't. I never will,"I promised him.

I ran a hand along his distance. He was hard and hot again, burning for me the same way I burned for him. I began to stroke his cock, determined to twitch him off until he couldn't address it anymore. I could tell from his involuntary jerky humping into my palm tree that I was driving him mad with lecherousness. Good.

"Fuck me again, you know you want to. filling my tight, warm cunt with your cum."

Frustrated, he pushed me hard enough to take a crap me stumble, and something that was both apprehension and anticipation began to brew a tempest low in my belly.

I had some idea of what was coming side by side, confirmed by him gripping my arm and twisting it up behind my back.

This was how I had gotten him started the last prison term too, by pushing him down a rabbit mess of desire by means of sheer provocation.

He would fuck me again, I was sure of it.

He steered me into the bathing tub tub, pressing me against its coldness tiled wall.

"inclination against that and bend over, young lady. scream me"dada ”, too."

"dada,"I purred."My daddy."

I was not ashamed of my need. My sanity depended on this mad sex with him.

"Your hand was between your ramification. Now I know that the bitch in passion in Antonio's villa was not really you, that it was just a role you had to play, so there's no way you were fingering your pussy and thought process of what happened today."

I swallowed hard, shocked that the attempt at mortification hadn't worked at all. On the wayward, it added a small bound to the taboo scenario. Not that it needed any more. There we were, me and daddy, in a seedy motel's can. I had my pussy in his facial expression, his tool was rock intemperate again and prepare to break my cunt, while his wife, my mom, was sleeping, unaware of the incestual sex about to pass ten steps and a interlace door away from her.

"So the only theory is that your pussy harm,"daddy said from somewhere near my crotch.

He had lost the struggle against himself, like I knew he would.

"Yes, daddy, it hurts so lots,"I played along.

"I want to have a look at it, then."

"You used to kiss my ouchies, pa,"I whispered."will you kiss my detriment pussy, make it all better ?"I asked, trying to sound innocent, as I put my hands against the tiles.

"Show me where it hurts."

I pushed back my ass and presented myself to him."Like this, daddy ?"

"More, girl, I need you to really lower yourself for me,"he commanded and I bent down as a good deal as I could in such a confined space.

dad pulled my scanty to the side and started to touch me, rubbing me and prodding at my entrance.

"Mhm. No wonderment it hurts. You pitiful thing. This cunt looks freshly fucked,"he said,

pushing a thick digit in, curling it and then rubbing a spot inside my pussy. It felt so honest, I was melting under his touch.

"A cock's been inside this hole, hasn't it ?"

"A big one, yes,"I panted.

"And it went all the way into your depths, huh ? Balls deep, someone very naughty fucked every inch of this pretty little pussy, pounded it difficult and truehearted. Isn't that so ?"

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This is an excerption from my newest dirty series on Smashwords, titled dad 's Healing Touch. The serial is very intense, full of oceanic abyss excited moments and hot, randy, out sex. Blurred crease everywhere in this one !
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