“Give it to me, Daddy,” she screamed. “Give it to me hard!”
He fucked her ass harder and harder. One hand nearly ripped her big titties off. The other hand kept pulling at her clitty. She felt the first delicious spasms rocking her body.
“I’m coming,” she screamed. “I’m going to come. I’m going to fucking come! Oh shit, I’m coming!”
She kept streaming as the pleasure spasms rocked her body. She almost screamed the house down. She felt her pussy juices soaking her father’s fingers. He kept pushing his fingers into her even after the last spasm had gone through her.
“All right, baby,” Rick said. “Keep moving your ass. Don’t stop now, baby. Keep moving your ass!”
She gave him everything she could. She pounded his prick with her ass. She could feel his knob almost in her belly. She could feel some of his prick jism leaking into her.
“I’m going to ream your ass out, baby,” he told her. “I’m going to ream your fucking ass off!”
“Give it to me, Daddy,” she screamed. “Please give it to me!”
Again and again his fat cock slammed into her. She felt more of his jism leaking into her asshole. She could feel some of the juices leaking out of her ass. She felt his body shuddering.
“Here I come, baby,” he groaned. “Here it fucking comes!”
He rammed her one last time and she felt the sudden hot explosion of his cum into her asshole. She kept rubbing her asshole against him until she felt the last shudder going through his bod. Still she moved her body until she was sure that she had ilked his big cock completely dry.
Finally she felt his prick easing out of her. She slid down on the bed. She heard her father going into the bathroom but she didn’t turn her head. It had happened. She had been fucked by her father!
A hand was on her shoulder. Her mother’s hand!
“I should have warned you, baby,” Stacy said. “Your father gets a little kinky sometimes. Are you hurt?”
“No,” she answered.
“Good,” Stacy said. “You know this is going to change our life. We’re going to have to move and I suppose I’m going to have to share your father until you marry.”
“I suppose so,” Tara said.
Tara was feeling a little guilty. After all, this was mostly her fault. Her mother must have noticed the look of guilt on Tara’s beautiful face.
“It’s all right, honey,” Stacy said, hugging her. “It’s going to be fun.”
And Tara was sure that her mother was right. It would be fun.