envious of h

maybe needed her husband, all to yourself. Even though

adopted dad, the one whose spermatozoa had fertilized your mother's egg, and you w

nd one sexually active men out there looking for a hot chick like you? But since he was the one who had brought

'd happen, and probably why it'd happen, but you know, the

lessly for a cloth to cover his nakedness, and he finally settled for one. It did little or n

estly, it was never in my thoughts that he was in the bathroom, as his room was en-suited with a bathr

ttered. A slight degree of petu

w

ng and exhaling rapidly, praying that the ground would open and swallow me. I have

a question. I could assume that he was

the bathroom." I didn't know what to say at the time. Then, likened to an

g like a Cheshire cat, while trudging towards me. I

e-upon-a-time harsh-looking father was approaching me, a witty smile hovering over his face. This time, the piece of clothing he had covered his lower body with had loosened, and at my face it was glaring. My father's huge black cock.

ich was resting on the wall. I tried to open my mouth to say a word, like, maybe still apologize for whichever

part of me wanted to break free from the intimate prison I was in, but a greater part

soap he had bathed with. I couldn't tell if it was vanilla scented or lavender or both; what I knew was that I loved it. My fear had successfull

to speak to him. I could see the spike in his eyes. Spikes

paused. Studying my face. I was already relaxed.

know you've always wanted to satisfy your curiosity or maybe erotic desires of going down with me, but your mother was the only obstacle. I know

g jersey top on me

for my neck. I could feel his breath on

ong, long ago to know what i

eart racing by softly blowing on my neck and this time, lightly trailing his fingers from m

up his words. He was talking too much already. We were the only ones at home, and I knew I had to utilize this opportunity. I pu

to mine, and we started

was what I ha

ent, juicy, and tasty, and I couldn't help but drag

his thighs, making his bulge evident and glaring at me. I was playing with it, tickling and stroking it so gently, happy that I was finally getting t

fter than your mother's." I looked at

of me, and for the first time since I got to know my father, I realized how han

a finger; it was tight. I nearly screamed and jumped out of my skin. He

inger inside, and he f

you s

dn't let hi

," I confessed. He wanted to say somethi

d of the room, and brought out a container, which I later got to know was lubricant. I lay unc

gently by expl

tention to the obvious parts, but he was kis

n life." I didn't know if I was to smile, blush, or say a

g it?" He'd as

going too hard on me

finally ended

; it was too tight, and I p

, and I just wanted to feel his dick inside of me, knowing fully well that I had produced enough lub

ied to slide

t one wouldn't pray it ends because I was already prepared for it, mentally, emo

don't hesitate to." His words were messing

cant and my wetness were enough to make a way where there seemed to be

into me at a very slow pace; his mouth came to find mine again as we started kissing furiously and with so

my hands aro

"Aaah. Awwwn, each thrust of his c

is time, going

um inside o

my thigh. He paused. He knelt down; i

en was