“Don’t you think I know that?” she hissed. “Touch me.” She grabbed his hands and shoved them up her shirt. He couldn’t suppress his groan as his fingers worked their way into her soft, bountiful breasts. Every twist of her young body elicited more exploration, as every graze of his fingertips brought her greater pleasure, just to have his hands on her, especially squeezing her, especially wanting her.
“You fucked me in you and mom’s bed,” she gasped. “You want me so bad.” She crossed her arms over her head and pulled her shirt off her shoulders. Her round breasts fell free. Her own hands cupped the backs of his and she arched her back, pushing herself into his greedy palms. “I can feel how badly you want me, and I want you, too. Daddy, I can’t stand how much I want you. There’s something wrong with both of us. We just want to fuck each other.” Her left hand reached down between her legs and began to rub her clit furiously through the thin fabric. “It’s sex. God, it’s sex. That’s what Angela and I talked about so many nights. The difference between fucking anyone else and incest is that it changes everything. It changes it forever.”
Katie threw herself back. Dale’s hands were suddenly deprived of her luscious breasts and his first instinct was to reach for her again. But she rose before him, a statuesque blonde, a youthful, curvaceous nymph, and reached for her panties. She peeled them down off her bare vagina, sliding them languidly down her thighs. “One night, after a big game, I was still in my cheer outfit, and I told Rob he could fuck me in it. As a reward for winning, or something.”
Dale watched the panties slide down his daughter’s knees.
“And I let him fuck me from behind, let him do me doggy style.”
Dale watched them drop into the wet puddle at the bottom of the shower. Katie stepped forward, absolutely naked. She put her hand on Dale’s shoulder, her other hand on his neck. “And he called me a whore. It was just one of those things he said during sex. I didn’t know if it bothered me. Except this time, when he said it, I thought, for some reason, I don’t know why – I don’t know why – of you. When he called me a whore, in my cheerleader outfit, his dick just ramming in and out of me, not knowing how to please me, I thought, ‘if you could see me now…’ And I started to let my mind wander, and for whatever reason I thought of you fucking me, for the first time while having sex, I imagined it was you, inside me, imagining you hating me, but loving me, touching me…”
She took Dale’s hand and pressed it to her stomach. He could feel her heartbeat thrumming away even there. “I was as turned on as I was ashamed, and I came, and Rob thought he was so good for getting me off. I didn’t dare tell him what I thought. Not until Vanessa fucked me did I ever let myself go to that place again.”
Katie took her father’s hands and led him, gently, to his feet. He seemed to tower over her in the shower. She led him, the two of them naked, his member erect and undeniable now, her body flushed in all the ripe places, to the shaggy rectangle of the bathroom mat, the white tile around it cold, and austere. Katie turned, and when she bent over she gave Dale a full, unmerciful view at her lush, round ass. She kneeled at the mat, then swung her body around and sat herself on it, her knees up, her toes together. “It makes me feel dirty. It makes me feel powerful.” Dale was entranced by her. She was almost panting now. It was like being hypnotized.
“Angela wants to be her daddy’s dirty little princess. I just want…” Katie raked her fingers up her thighs until she reached her knees then, her fingers tip-toeing over her skin, she spread her legs apart, “… to feel my father cum inside me.” She cupped her fingers over her thighs and drew them in to her pussy. Dale could see it there on the dirty bathroom mat, glistening, red. “He can call me whatever he wants…”
Katie’s eyes were fixated on his dick. “That big fucking thing. You horny bastard. Why didn’t you stop me?” Dale kneeled on the mat. He pushed his daughter gently to the floor.
She laid flat, her head resting on the cold tile. “What are you doing, daddy?” she cooed. Her hands flew up to his chest. “Ah,” she said preemptively, half at the touch of his hand on her pussy, half at the suddenness of the cold tile. He cradled the back of her head in his hand. With his other hand, he took his thick prick and lowered it, closer, and closer, to his daughter’s quivering thighs. His cockhead, already sticky with the girl’s saliva, brushed the meaty lips of her labia. “Aghh,” Katie growled. “Say it. Say you want to fuck me.”
“I want to fuck you,” he said.
“Say it. Say it again!”
“I want to fuck you, Katie.”
“You want to fuck me hard.”
He could barely hold himself back. The head of his dick squeezed between her pussy lips. Katie’s head arched back in his hand. “I want to fuck you hard,” he said.
“Here on the bathroom floor.”
“On the bathroom floor.”
“Did you like giving it to Angela, daddy?”
“Yes.”
“You were thinking about me.”
“Yes.” As if it had a mind of its own, as he could barely believe it, his cock slid into – deeper into – further into – slickly into – his daughter’s stretching, dripping pussy. Katie strained her taut stomach, her sudden cry sounding as painful as it did orgasmic, her long legs stretching out on the tile as if every inch he slid into her shocked her and hurt her and pleased her and stripped her of any and all control. As if his penis pushing into her fulfilled every lasting wish she every dreamed up, and all of those dreams were dripping with her cum.
“Give it to me,” she groaned. “Give it to me now…”
He pushed himself farther and farther in, until his toes were pushing him forward on the floor and his cock was buried, up to its balls, deep inside his daughter. It was a tight fit, but she moved with him, raising her knees to receive the full length of his swollen member, her arms tightly wound about him to keep from being pushed across the floor. Katie let out a shrill cry that ended in a shivering gasp as he pulled out the first time, clasped her buttocks in his hand, and plunged inside her again.
“God… damn it…” Katie groaned. Her vagina was so tight. He held her to him now, desperately, his hand cradling her dazzling hair and his other gripped tightly around her ass cheek, and she clung to his back until her nails scratched out blood.
She opened her legs wider for him, the man who was her father and, to both of their deep guilt, the most fervent lover she’d ever had. His big cock opened her pussy and made her scream. The fire in her belly was being stoked, in rough, uncontrollable impacts. She let her father dominate her like a wild beast. She knew, and in this knowledge she felt her first orgasm building, that if she told him to stop he never would; she could never stop him once she’d invited him into her pussy, and her father’s great strength and size made her absolutely powerless against him. She was enslaved to his penis, the petals of her delicate pussy under attack by his masculine fertilization.
Fertilization, she thought, the feel of his dick expanding and showering her uterus with its seed, her father’s seed, her father’s thick, copious semen, exploding in her body the way it exploded in her mouth, tainting their relationship forever in all its brutal, explicit voluptuousness, the thought of it sent shivers up her back. “Ah…” she cried.
“Are you gonna cum, baby?” she heard her father say.
“Yes, daddy,” she said obediently, her breath catching in her throat. “Did I make your big dick hard, daddy?”
“Yes,” he groaned. “Yes, God, yes…”
“I wished you’d fucked me in front of mommy, daddy,” she continued to speak, now babbling uncontrollably as her orgasm began below her bouncing breasts and flushed down, down to the tight ring of her vagina constricting over her father’s massive cock. “Oh God I wished you’d forced me like a bad girl.”
“You are a bad girl,” he grunted.
“Fuck me like you want to fuck mommy, daddy.”
“You won’t tell her, baby?”
“I p- I p-promise, oh, oh, God!” She orgasmed around his dick ecstatically. She immediately stopped bucking her hips and threw her arms and legs around his body, letting him plunge deeper and deeper. She came so hard she felt tears sting her eyes. Behind them stars burst. “I’m a bad girl…” she gasped. “Oh God I’m such a bad, bad girl…”
“You’re my bad girl,” he growled into her ear. She pressed her cheek hard against his jaw and mewled wordlessly.
He gripped one of her breasts without mercy.
“You bastard,” she groaned. “You bastard, daddy. You’re not supposed to fuck me. I’m your little girl.”
Dale reeled back. He came up to a sitting position to watch his penis glide in and out of her soaking pussy. “Yes,” he groaned. “But you need to be fucked.”
“I do,” she agreed. “And you need to use me, daddy.” His glistening shaft squelched between her bare lips and she undulated on the bathroom rug, folding her belly and wriggling like a snake. She shoved herself roughly against his cock. The two of them groaned. “All better, daddy?”