Antonio had never made me feel like that, like I was wanted and I was going to be taken without regret. He had made me finger 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 dad, it had been so near, so unadulterated, so… healing.

I didn't remember having reached down to my clit and starting to act as with myself, but I must make. I could hear the squelching phone of my wet flesh getting molested by my own hand. I hadn't felt the urge to masturbate in so foresighted and now here I was, furiously friggin'myself, pumping two fingers in and out of my pussy while my nous replayed my little intimacy.

But no matter how I moved, I was unable to get the claim same sense of mellowness and satisfaction with just so little.

I needed a man in my twat. I needed papa, his cock, his helping hand on my rose hip, his mouth on my breasts, pulling my hair and manhandling me for his sexual gizmo. I needed to be devoured and consumed by the fires of his lust.

I bit down on my arse lip, silencing the needy calls for my dad every time I recreated the sense datum he had given birth to in my trunk.

I knew I couldn't be found out like this by either of them, just like I knew I was going to have to ease up up my daddy. He was not mine to stay fresh and it would destroy mom if I tried to take him from her. It would probably destroy him too, considering how he had battled with himself before giving into my need and fucking me.

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

I swore to myself that I would exorcise not only Antonio, but also daddy from my heart and torso and not let them rule over me. I swore that I wasn't going to call for anyone at all and a gang of other meaninglessness I that didn't even feel right, or dead on target, but that I swore anyway.

Because I needed to be stronger than this.

And yet when the door opened and I heard daddy's sharp inhale, I instinctively spread my stage 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 listen the room access close.

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

No, I could not do that. I was just as powerless against our doomed attraction as he had been in his lust for me.

Instead of abiding by my recent vows, I threw my head back and I used my other helping hand to fan out open my pussy rim, moaning softly. I wanted him to see the hole where his cock had been buried, hoping that it might lay down him desire to meet it again.

"Sarai, hold back it,"he panted, trying once again to jib me.

I understood why he was trying so hard. I did. I knew it was amiss, for a beginner to fuck his own daughter, but it did not feel wrong at all. It felt right to have him inside me.

It felt right for him to arrive soothe the hurting a bad man caused me. It felt proper to call for him when I burned with need.

I didn't have anyone else to change by reversal to, who could better understand me and render me what I needed ?

And daddy seemed to need me too, because he had yet to leave the bathroom, so if we were both bequeath, what was the impairment 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 pussy now, aren't you ? It is yours if you want to farce it wide of cock again. haste, please, I am so wet for you."

In a split 2d, daddy was on me, his big, unassailable weaponry raising me up from the base as if I weighed nothing.

"Why are you doing this ?"He barked, low and serious."Your mother is in the other elbow room, asleep, and now you know, without a tincture of a dubiousness, that I am your sire. 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 length. He was hard and hot again, burning for me the same way I burned for him. I began to stroke his cock, determined to flick him off until he couldn't handle it anymore. I could assure from his involuntary jerk humping into my palm that I was driving him mad with lust. Good.

"screwing me again, you know you want to. Fill my tight, ardent pussy with your cum."

Frustrated, he pushed me hard enough to make me misstep, and something that was both apprehensiveness and anticipation began to brew a storm low in my belly.

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

This was how I had gotten him started the last time too, by pushing him down a lapin trap of desire by means of sheer provocation.

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

He steered me into the tub tub, pressing me against its common cold tiled wall.

"inclination against that and bend over, girl. call up me"daddy ”, too."

"Daddy,"I purred."My daddy."

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

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

I swallowed hard, shocked that the attempt at humiliation hadn't worked at all. On the contrary, it added a small edge to the taboo scenario. Not that it needed any more. There we were, me and daddy, in a seedy motel's bathroom. I had my cunt in his face, his cock was rock intemperately again and set up to destroy my cunt, while his married woman, my mom, was sleeping, unaware of the incestual sex about to occur ten pace and a put away doorway away from her.

"So the sole hypothesis is that your kitty hurts,"daddy said from somewhere near my crotch.

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

"Yes, pa, it hurts so much,"I played along.

"I want to have a facial expression at it, then."

"You used to buss my ouchies, daddy,"I whispered."volition you kiss my hurt snatch, pull in it all serious ?"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 much as I could in such a confined space.

pa pulled my pantie to the side and started to stir me, rubbing me and prodding at my entrance.

"Mhm. No marvel it hurts. You pathetic matter. This cunt looks freshly fucked,"he said,

pushing a midst finger in, curling it and then rubbing a touch inside my twat. It felt so good, I was melting under his touch.

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

"A big one, yes,"I panted.

"And it went all the way into your depth, huh ? Balls deep, mortal very naughty fucked every inch of this pretty little kitty, pounded it hard and degraded. Isn't that so ?"

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This is an excerption from my fresh lousy series on Smashwords, titled daddy 's Healing Touch. The serial publication is very intense, full of oceanic abyss worked up moments and hot, steamy, taboo sex. Blurred note everywhere in this one !