As Emily reached the seat of the stairs, her eyes glanced toward the top ; there stood Don, her father.
His whack was undone ; a house that she recognized.
He nodded toward the threshold to her room.
"No,"she protested,"You can't give me, anymore."

There was no question of the sternness of Don's part when he said,"I said get up here… now."
Her pleading eyes and frown had no force on his emotion. He was pissed off that she had talked back to her mother, and she would incur her punishment.

She hung her foreland as she climbed the step and never looked up at him until they were inside the room and the door was closed,"Please, Dad, I'm sorry I talked to Mom like that. I'll apologize to her and do anything she wants ; delight don't make me do this, again."
The whole time she was appealing to him, he was undressing. He never spoke a word as his undershorts dropped to the floor and his nine inches of difficult cock sprang free people. Laying his deoxyephedrine on the chest of drawers, he walked the few steps to the bed, where Emily's facial facial expression were still begging him,"No, please, no."
The end of his peter was almost the precise level of Emily's mouth as he reached for her haircloth. She knew it was useless to protest any more…
..
He merely nodded his capitulum toward his swollen peter and she responded. bend slightly, she kissed the empurple head and slipped her tongue from between her young lips. Don's closed oculus and tipped read/write head indicated how good it felt on his forty four yr old cock.
Emily's succor progressed to a warm, wet, undefended oral cavity ; taking in half of the member with each bob of the pretty, blond heading.

What the young woman didn't know was that her mother was squatting in the hallway, just outside the doorway, peeking through the keyhole, which Don had enlarged for that specific purpose. Her outer vesture had been left downstairs. With one hand on her vauntingly mammilla and the other inside her bikini panties, Linda already had two fingers meddling inside her shaved pussy…. The same thing she had done every time Don raped their girl. Yes, she was as perverted as her husband and, hopefully, Emily would eventually strain the same level.

Don pulled his daughter's clothing away, piece by slice. Her bra was the last to go, exposing her beautiful, orange-sized bosom with great rap nipples…. Exactly the form he liked to pinch and twist until she whimpered.
Without vacillation, he shoved her onto her rear and mounted the bed above her. Hooking his elbow joint under her stifle, he pushed them to a position even with her berm. Her young twat was tight as his first drive opened her up. By the 3rd energy, she was clenching her teeth as his unit shaft was inside her, jamming against her organs.

Her rent never fazed him as he pounded and loosened her, cryptic and harder…. Punishment was a ruse… he just wanted to dominate and roll in the hay the girl again ; as he had done many times and would do again.

Linda stood long enough to absent her panties and throw them to the bottom of the staircase. With one knee on the flooring and the other one raised in front of her, she was now fucking herself with three finger and rubbing her clit with her ovolo. It was hard for her to reduce on what she was doing as her first orgasm was quickly approaching. As her eyes focused on Don and Emily again, she watched him slide down the bed and set about eating the miss's pussy.

Emily didn't shave, like her female parent did, but her light, lose weight bush gave the appearance of being smooth. Despite her predicament, she couldn't help but respond to the wonderful touch of her father's natural language and digit. The man was very skilled at performing cunnilingus and ‘ walking'his fingers on a woman's ‘ G-spot ’.
Emily's emotions betrayed her as she began to cum. She didn't want Don to know that he could please her, but it was useless. Her orgasm wracked her surd and some juice made their way to Don's sass, which he absorbed quickly.
Now she was lubricated enough…..

Linda's own body shivered as she masturbated herself into oblivion. She missed watching Don turn Emily over, onto her helping hand and stifle, and sink his stiff rod all the way home in one push. She resumed watching after she was capable to get her strength up, enough to kneel on her articulatio genus. By that time, her husband was pounding their daughter… broad throttle.

Over the following fifteen minutes, or so, Don changed his posture a few fourth dimension, but made Emily stay in her ‘ doggy'position. Again, her body rallied against her and he made her cum.

Linda was pleased to reach the pointedness that she now had her entire fist inside her cunt. It was a piffling painful, but she would do it again and again until it became gentle. Don would be glad with her attainment ; one she had been working on for a long time.

As she watched her daughter's rape through the key hole, she heard Emily plead,"No.. no, dada, no… ugnhhh…"


Linda smiled as Don forced his knockout nine into Emily's mother fucker. The xix year-old had only been butt fucked once before and Linda remembered fingering herself to three orgasm during that feat.
Emily sniffed as a few tears made their way across her impudence. She knew better than to cry out ; one way or another, the penalisation would get worse. Don gave her a hard roll in the hay as he played around, pulling all the way out and jamming back in as hard as possible. He made a point to slap her ass a few sentence, causing her to tighten her sphincter muscle on his rod.

After about ten minutes of anal, he rolled off his daughter and laid on the bed, shaft sticking straight up,"Now ending sucking me off and swallow every drop."

"But you had it in my…"

She felt the backhand on her cheek, almost before she even saw it coming,"I said suck me, Goddamn it."
Ever so gently, she took his slimy dick in her jolly mouth. She nearly threw up, not knowing if it was from the shit, or from the cerebration of it.
She managed to get Don to his meridian and took his cock as bass as she could. His lode blew down her throat and she was proud of that she had done the job without vomiting or losing a drop of his cum.
Without saying another Holy Writ, Don climbed out of her bed and left Emily curled up in a fetal position. Both of them knew there would be another day…
.
Then it happened…."I kinda Bob Hope he doesn't time lag too long. ”