“ Do you want pappa to come play with your sweet little pussy for you, girl ? Give that kitty a good hard 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 thighs together, trying to calm down.

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

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

I wanted to let a man have my pure, virgin body, use it for his pleasance, and give it a better purpose. I wanted a man to possess me, overlook me, micturate me bear his tiddler, breed me like a prized mare.

So what if I was only a few months into being 18 and a legal adult ? I'd read about younger momma than that and multitude always commended them on being brave and inviolable.

And I did so desire a sister of my own, complete with a man to function and wee happy, and in return, he'd make me the heart of his dwelling 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 better than all the rest, the one they'd never get tired of fucking and visual perception, 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 unlike kind of something when it came to him, something entirely interdict.

My mattress dipped and then, before I could respond, daddy was on top of me, breathing heavily. He smelled of intoxicant and of man, the real form, all raw and primal, musky and sweaty.

I was mad with unspent luxuria and my hormones were kicking me at my weakest.

I shuddered.

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

But daddy was so big.

So strong.

So fucking manly and dominating.

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

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

"Where were you all day, Savannah ? Out with your beau, 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 daddy's lip, asking me which hole boys got to enjoy and even worse affair than that.

I didn't think he had noticed that his tone of voice had changed from jovial to irritated. It was as if he hated the idea that I had given myself to somebody already, like he somehow got to promise dibs on my virgin pussy and for some fucked up reason, that felt hot than it should have.

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

"I'm 18,"I whispered, because anything louder might give birth given away my desire to let him have me, here and now and I wasn't that brave to cut through the concluding line. If he wanted me, then pappa was going to have to make the outset move.

As for having holes to love ? I had three, all untouched by any man. Daddy was more than welcomed to them.

"Go on,"he urged me.

"And I was just out, hanging around, wasting time. No boys. No girlfriend either, just clearing my head a short before bed time."

"I believe you, a well-fucked fille doesn't masturbate, much less like that, so furiously. It sounded like you were punishing your button, not making yourself find good,"he laughed and the mood became much, much lighter."I mean, you were fingering yourself so damn grueling there, I thought you were going to reveal a nail or something. Now that I know you're a virgin, it makes good sense. You need a upright dick, sweetie. It's the just thing that'll fix this situation."

A wave of embarrassment coursed through me. Daddy had heard me fingering myself in the first place and the sounds I was making had lured him into my bedroom. It was both arousing and embarrassing to love.

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

His depraved business of questioning coupled with the way he was lingering in my bed, sniffing my stimulation, talking about my kitty, were cluing me in on how much my pa wanted me.

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

And yet I was.

I so was.

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

I knew he wanted me to verbalise dirty, the way he was. He wanted to hear awful dustup and phrase coming out of my mouth, to show me that I truly was the slutty teen little girl I kept saying I was not.

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

His Good Book broke me.

"Are you going to put a babe in me, daddy ? Make me to go my category 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 trace passed through daddy's eyes and he suddenly lowered himself until his temper cock was pressing into my stomach. He wrapped one hired hand over my mouth and with the former, he positioned his cock at my panty-less, soaked entrance.

With a final examination looking into my eyes, pappa thrust into my kitty and I was gladiolus that he had thought to silence me.

Getting fucked for the first time was quite the experience - I cried out, in stupor, pain, excitement, all conflate together like in a blender. Birthed low in my belly, they coursed through my torso, making it impossible to think 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 Virgo the Virgin, after all, and he was simply too big, too a good deal for my tight teen pussy. He didn't pull fully out again the succeeding thrust, or the one after, he just kept advancing inside my soundbox, stretching me more and more.

I was a womanhood now.

Daddy's woman.

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