"Oh, Cheryllll.”
She heard the slight, greasy sound as he prepared his cock with Vaseline from the dresser. He put a gob on her opening; it felt cold. Then his cock head nudged her ass-pucker. She was seconds away from anal violation. She wanted to scream in fear and she wanted him to drive it into her, as her lust rose.
He reached over her hip and began to frig her cunt, preparing her. There was no sound in the room but the slight slogging swish of his finger on her clit. Her cunt oils rose freely and she felt deep belly rushes of delight clear down into her legs. Her whole body ached with apprehension, facing this fearful form of sex. Her teeth chattered a little, while she had a hard time swallowing. It was the most vulgar use of a woman's body by a prick that she could imagine. Yet she was excited and would not stop if it killed her. She was his daughter-maybe she, too, had an anal side to her.
Then he bent her down and gently opened her buttocks. She began to feel the fierce pressure of his hungry cock head on her sealed sphincter. She tried to command it to open, to ease his entrance. Instead, another part of her ordered it to lock tighter. She did not want that pink, tender gut opened to the outside world, to cock.
She had though he would stretch her asshole first with his fingers. She quickly realized she'd underestimated his lust for pure ass. His hands tightened on the front of her thighs. Held in a vise, she could not move as he bunted her asshole with his cock, warming the Vaseline, driving it inward. The pain grew and grew and grew.
"Ah-haaaa," she wailed as the cock head slowly opened her thick ass muscle. It felt like his cock was six inches thick and she couldn't possibly stretch wide enough. He grunted in rising animal passion and drove harder. She screamed as both of them felt the dominating cock sliiiiiide heavily through the muscle tissue. It was worse than losing her maidenhead. She went faint and dizzy with the pain of it and the ugly feeling of an unwelcome intruder into this most private and secret recess of her body.
"Ah, ah, ah," she went.
She jerked now as the implacable prick bit into her soft flesh, fully breaking her seal and invading tender parts.
"S-s-steady, baby.”
He was into the red haze of his animal lust. Ass fucking for him was a more serious, dangerous form of sex, exposing his cock to an unhealthy condition, yet winning rewards in the soft, yet less yielding tunnel not made for cock. The pressure of her sphincter as he passed through it was exquisite, an incredible tightness offering tough resistance, arid yet finally to be conquered. Every cornhole was a virgin fuck against that resistance. Her tunnel walls gripped his cock tightly and he thrilled and dry-throbbed at the intense pressure, like fucking soft, wet velvet.
He transferred a hand to her flat belly, enjoying the hard tension of her abdominal muscles locked against that powerful, sure invader that drove steadily upward into her vital, living parts. He'd violated more assholes than he ever admitted to the world and instantly knew that his daughter's was the finest. It was tight silken, supple. Her deep buttocks clenched and eased lusciously against his thighs. More than any part, they revealed her female helplessness against the dominating prick. He could even feel the jerk and quiver of the nerve net far inside her buttocks as she felt every inch of his hard cock opening her up.
"Ah, Dad. Oh, not goooood," she whispered.
She tried all she could to accept this sex, but the pain was fierce and her knees trembled in weakness at this harsh violation. Instead of easing and soothing her, he gripped her harder and, as she gave a muted scream, he fucked his cock tight and deep to its limit up her bowels. She felt the cock palpitating inside of her. It was as if he'd penetrated the very center of her being, pink, quivering and tender, and lay his whole personality and ego on top of her.
"Better-later-" he gasped. "No closeness-like this.”
Then he retracted and she thrilled with a sudden sexy rush. She had to lock her sphincter against that exciting downward sensation. That was a natural body function, to expel, and it was delightful.
He fucked into her again. It hurt, but not so much. Out again. Another rush of sexuality. He started a rhythm; her sphincter loosened and now the plunging cock felt only vaguely unpleasant on its inward trip and deliciously sexy on its outward pull.
"Ah, ah, it's better-weird-kind of sexy,” she gulped.
He lifted her off the bureau and to the floor with surprising strength. She was on her hands and knees, the cock driving into her ass in faster and faster action, bringing her thrills.
"Ah, uh," she went.
She realized that he had somehow got a hand on her clit, inside of her cunt, and now it was almost as good as a fuck, with her pink ass tissues heated and massaged by his driving cock. He was out of his mind with pleasure, gasping and cooing and fucking.
"Oh, what an ass. So tiiiight. Sexy,hot. Body-hot, deep in you fuck-fucking-taking your ass-all the way-“
"Fuck me. Fuck my ass harder!" she cried.
She tried to reach the glorious taken feeling of a master fuck. Instead her pleasure began to fall off. She sensed he had risen to orgasm. She realized her hot, slick hole had sensitized his cock and his belly to where he jerked and lost pace and moaned in extreme pleasure. He was about to seed her behind to his depth with a crazy, wonderful orgasm for him.
Not for her! She'd lose out. She wouldn't be able to cum. She imagined Abby in the same situation whining like a taken bitch and gushing with fury. She gave a sob. There was only one answer. Back to the security blanket she'd always used. As she felt her father glazed to bursting delight from the sweet friction of her asshole, she fantasized sucking Abby's cunt, soft female loins thrashing, velvet girl flesh quivering. She gave a moan of dismay-
"Aaahhh, God!" exulted John.
He clutched her. Immediately she felt his first gush of sperm, laid deep up her gut. Her own belly seemed to explode in her contrived fantasy and she wailed:
"I'm fuuuucked!'“
She began her throbs, locking and unlocking her sphincter on his prick as she came, sobbing out her pleasure even as something inside of her fell away in disappointment. He held her tightly and made her take his relieving spurts over and over as he grunted, gasped and muttered in joy. She faded under him, sliding to the floor under his weight, her ass fully taken but her hang-up back in swaggering power over her. As she wept softly, John thought it was her-relief from the tension of this most important sex encounter in their relationship.
"I can train your behind," he whispered to the sobbing girl. "In a few weeks, it'll feel as good as a fuck, and not hurt much, either. Oh, we'll have luscious times… ”
"Back to Brighton?" asked Cheryl in astonishment. It was Monday morning and John had gone to work while the two girls enjoyed a lazy, late breakfast. Cheryl felt bleak. Her rear end ached this morning from last night's exercise. It was a cinch she didn't have an ass leech. It would be a week before she wanted any more prick back there, no matter how much she loved a man.
"Back to Brighton," said Abby. "Why not? We can catch a noon plane.and be at the Delt house for dinner tonight.”
“Abby, Dad and I are going to move to Paris.”
“Cheryl, dear, don't you know that incest is flash in the pan when other sex is available? A rush, like a roller coaster ride-then poof! All over. A few weeks, a couple of months, that's it. My psychology book says that it's the easiest neurosis to cure. Everybody dwells on how bad it is. Nobody dwells on how hard it is to keep going once the bloom's off the rose.”
“Well, I-I-”
"You think about it. I want to call your father. I'll bet three to one that he's already sorry he promised Paris and all that. You both had your kicks-now back to real life.”
"You're a shallow, stupid person, Abby!" cried Cheryl. "You're also bossy, telling everybody what to do. You suck!" She burst into tears and rushed from the room. Abby Windsor was surely a sex degenerate who moved through the heaviest romance without a smidgen of feeling…