“ Do you need dad to make out play with your angelic little pussy for you, girl ? reach that kitty a good severe rub, get it soaking wet ?"

My entire body went red with shame.

This was wrong.

I shouldn't be listening to this.

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

I rubbed my thigh together, trying to calm down.

"Daddy can then slither his cock inside and filling you up with cum. Breed you, even. Don't have fun all by yourself, sweetie, that's not what being voice of a phratry is supposed to be like. A family shares matter. divvy up your lithe sexy torso with me, Savannah."

My teenage hormones were screaming at me to mind to my female nature, to my primal, basic instincts, and to let a man title me.

I wanted to let a man have my pure, virgin body, use it for his delight, and give it a better purpose. I wanted a man to possess me, overtop me, constitute me bear his children, breed me like a prized mare.

So what if I was only a few calendar month into being 18 and a legal adult ? I'd read about younger mum than that and people always commended them on being brave and strong.

And I did so want a baby of my own, complete with a man to service and create happy, and in return, he'd throw me the sum of his home and the one he'd always come back to.

even men who wandered, I thought, must let that one cleaning lady they'd always see as in force than all the rest, the one they'd never get tired of fucking and eyesight, of being with. I wanted to be that for someone.

But my daddy couldn't be that man for me, despite me starting to feel a different kind of something when it came to him, something entirely prohibited.

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

I was mad with unspent lust and my hormone were kicking me at my weakest.

I shuddered.

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

But daddy was so big.

So firm.

So fucking manly and dominating.

He was unlike anyone I had ever seen, including snick, my swain. And nick played lacrosse professionally, never missing a day of breeding.

A small part of me wondered if papa had always been this way or if his yr in jail had turned him into this threat of a man. I was so small when he left me and mom, I barely remembered his gens. I certainly didn't remember his handsomely rugged face or the audio of his severely voice.

"Where were you all day, Savannah ? 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 son ? Do you let any of them fuck you ?"

Dirty questions kept flowing from daddy's mouth, asking me which hole boys got to enjoy and even spoilt things than that.

I didn't think he had noticed that his tone had changed from jovial to irritated. It was as if he hated the mind that I had given myself to mortal already, like he somehow got to shout dibs on my virgin pussy and for some fucked up reason, that felt live than it should own.

Yes, maybe daddy did deserve to be my first. It was oddly erotic and romantic and it weirdly made total sense.

"I'm 18,"I whispered, because anything louder might have given away my desire to let him sustain me, here and now and I wasn't that brave to hybridize the final line. If he wanted me, then pop was going to make to prepare the first base move.

As for having yap to enjoy ? I had three, all untouched by any man. pa was 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 head word a piffling 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 experience good,"he laughed and the mood became much, a good deal hoy."I mean, you were fingering yourself so damn hard there, I thought you were going to break a nail or something. Now that I know you're a Virgin, it makes sense. You need a dear dick, sweetie. It's the only thing that'll fix this situation."

A undulation of embarrassment coursed through me. Daddy had heard me fingering myself earlier and the sounds I was making had lured him into my bedchamber. It was both arousing and embarrassing to cognize.

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

His misdirect line of questioning coupled with the way he was lingering in my bed, sniffing my stimulation, talking about my pussycat, were cluing me in on how much my dad wanted me.

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

And yet I was.

I so was.

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

I knew he wanted me to talk dirty, the way he was. He wanted to discover filthy words and phrase coming out of my mouth, to designate me that I truly was the slutty teen girl I kept saying I was not.

"It could be my thick, big cock in there, girl,"he whispered."My cock sliding in your tight cunt, fucking it raw, filling it expert than your thin girlish fingers ever could."

His words broke me.

"Are you going to put a sister in me, daddy ? Make me to go my classes with a huge belly and to never be able to tell anyone who the child's daddy is ? What if they all think I'm a dirty little teenage slut ?"

A tincture passed through daddy's eyes and he suddenly lowered himself until his inured stopcock was pressing into my tummy. He wrapped one hand over my mouth and with the other, he positioned his peter at my panty-less, soaked entrance.

With a concluding aspect into my middle, daddy poke into my pussy and I was sword lily that he had thought to silence me.

acquiring fucked for the first time was quite the experience - I cried out, in shock, pain, excitement, all mixed together like in a blender. Birthed low in my belly, they coursed through my organic structure, making it impossible to recall or breathe properly.

When he pulled out and then pushed into me again, deep, I couldn't help another pained mewl. I had been a virgin, after all, and he was simply too big, too much for my close teenager pussy. He didn't pulling fully out again the succeeding poke, or the one after, he just kept advancing inside my body, stretching me more than and more.

I was a cleaning woman now.

dad's woman.

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