I was blinded by my love for him and saw white. There was a moment of searing pain, but it melted away to intense heat as my father wasted no time. He pulled back, repositioned, then immediately filled me with his entire length.
“How fast should daddy’s cock be going in and out of your pussy Renne? I think I’m going to take my time and enjoy this! Does it feel good!?”
It did! I felt him within my belly. Spreading and stretching my muscles, far deeper than I ever thought possible. I could not fathom how he managed to speak. The experience still echoes throughout my body.
I pressed my palms to find the walls around me, flailing for support from the cold tiles. The bath water churned as I gave up and I reached for him behind me. My fingertips found his head, then slipped. My hands fell to his and I held onto his wrists. I struggled to breathe with every thrust and my voice released on its own.
The act was new and totally different than our fingers. I could only moan as I broke out in a sweat. My thoughts disassembled and scattered as my body was jerked forward and back. He was hard, rocklike, and there was a pulsing that ran throughout my core as he slid in and out of me. My insides were wet and dry at the same time. My body molded itself to take on his form and shape, and I remember gasping, “S-So hot and deep, Daddy… Yes, yes, awesome! A-Amazing, and so… so good!”
My voice became foreign to me. I had waited and waited for this! I was finally a woman, my father made me his woman, and I wanted to enjoy the feeling for as long as possible. I needed to learn everything I could. Was he acting out, railing against my mother in a final act of defiance? Perhaps this moment was only because of the alcohol coursing through his system. It did not matter. With every exhalation, I could tell that these were his real feelings. We were having sex.
His voice mirrored his vigor, “This tightness is sublime! It’s my privilege as your father, and I’m gonna enjoy your body to the fullest! I’ll take care of you forever Renne!” His lust for me was strong enough to finally condense.
I worried that I was dreaming. My vision blurred and I struggled to keep my eyes open as my father thrusted harder. He was growing inside me; I felt it clearly. His manhood expanded as his right hand threatened to crush my windpipe. With my left foot settled on the rim of the tub, my father repositioned his left hand to rub against my clit. I cried out and trembled as I shook my head, “D-Daddy, I… I am… Please, wait…”
He quickened his pace and edged me closer to orgasm. He gripped my throat tightly, like a beast, and raised his voice louder.
“Ahh, you like it rough Renne!? Your body is so honest! Go ahead and cum, orgasm on Daddy’s dick! I’m going to cum too Renne! Where do you want it!?”
My body was ravaged, and I became engrossed in his domination. I loved it rough? If there were another way to have sex, he had yet to show me. It felt like I was overheating, delirious, as my brain turned into mush. I could not swallow fast enough, so my saliva pooled and sputtered with every trill. There was only one place I ever wanted his semen. My secret flew free, suddenly airborne as it escaped from the confines of my mind during the frenzy.