Being Bad is Good2

Jenny lay where her daddy had left her; atop her bed with her legs hanging over the edge and her feet dangling. The only pieces of her clothing that weren't in disarray or destroyed were her black shoes and white, knee-high socks. Her school uniform's skirt was piled up around her waist, exposing her torn white panties and wet, used sex with its glistening pink lips. Her white blouse lay open, her destroyed bra letting her full B-cup breasts roll free upon her chest with her breaths. Her naturally beautiful features were flush as she lay there, absently nibbling at her lip.

Her father had told her not to move, so she didn't. Except to wipe at a few tears slipping from her dark eyes to run down her cheeks.

Her body might have been still, but her mind was not.

It kept thinking about what had happened . . . trying to understand it . . . and what it all meant going forward.

After she'd been caught giving a boy head at school, her father had been summoned from work and told of her indiscretion. He'd been upset. Which he had a right to be.

And he'd spanked her.

All of that made sense. Even if she didn't like it.

But what didn't make sense was how her body had responded to the spanking . . . and how her father had reacted.

She'd gotten aroused. Her panties had grown wet.

And he'd fucked her.

Not only had he fucked her, he'd done so with primal, animalistic passion. He'd taken her forcibly . . . taken her for his pleasure. All the while calling her filthy, obscene names.

And she'd loved it. She'd had her strongest orgasm ever, her body writhing and thrashing in rapturous ecstasy like never before.

True, at barely eighteen, she hadn't had a lot of orgasms. But she knew the difference between what usually happened with the boys from school and what had with her father.

She hadn't wanted it . . . had tried denying her body's desire . . . its craving to have him inside her. Her mind had reeled with the taboo of it . . . the impropriety of it. Or so she'd told herself at the time. But recalling how she'd responded, she started to question her conviction.

She had no idea how long she laid there thinking about this, only that her legs were starting to fall asleep before she heard his footsteps coming down the hall. Then he was in her room, a bottle of whiskey in one hand, two glasses in the other. Still in his slacks and open dress shirt, he smiled when he saw that she was right where he'd left her.

"You need to use the bathroom?" He asked.

Looking up, Jenny meekly nodded.

"Go." He jerked his head in the direction of the doorway and the hall bathroom.

Climbing off the bed, she headed across the room on weak legs. In the bathroom she considered removing her torn panties. But he hadn't told her she could, so she decided to leave them on. Looking in the mirror, she saw that her tears had messed up her eyeshadow and a few hairs had come loose from her long braids.

Returning to her room, she found him standing near her dresser. He'd set the bottle on it and held a glass in each hand, a couple fingers of amber liquid in both.

"Considering everything, I think you should now drink in front of me, instead of behind my back," he said, offering her one of the glasses.

He knows? Her eyes grew wide with surprise.

"Yes, Jenny, I know you've been takin' some of my whiskey," he grinned. "It wasn't much, so it wasn't a big deal, I figured it was just a part of bein' eighteen. I've also known about... the other things. Not specifics, just that you were sexually active. I also figured that was just part of bein' eighteen. Obviously it was a little more... elaborate than I thought. I just hope I didn't misjudge the drinking too." He raised a curious eyebrow at her.

"No, Daddy. It was just a few sips here and there," she told him with a shake of her head. "A couple of beers when I was out with some of the..." She let the sentence trail off, not wanting to mention who she'd been out with.

"Well, like I said," he lifted his glass in a salute, then put it to his lips and took a sip.

Jenny did the same.

They stood in silence for a few minutes, sipping at their drinks and looking at one another. Having reverted to being his mindful daughter, Jenny stood directly in front of him, with her eyes raised. Yet she was finding that standing before him in her disheveled clothes made it difficult to meet his gaze directly. The wrinkled skirt had fallen to hide her torn panties, but she could feel the loose material brushing against her inner thigh, and she was conscious of the way the destroyed cups of her bra left her breasts on display.

Finishing his drink, he set his glass on the dresser. With a look and a movement of his head he indicated that she was to do the same.

Jenny's mind shifted into overdrive, wondering what his next intentions were. And while it screamed with objections to what she suspected, her body tingled with the possibilities. The inner turmoil made her hand shake slightly as she obediently finished her drink and added the empty glass to the dresser.

"So, you like giving head, do ya," he said, removing his shirt and tossing it aside.

It wasn't a question.

"Daddy, I–," she started. Although she wasn't sure what she would say, she now believed she knew his intentions and the inner turmoil escalated. She enjoyed sucking cock . . . the sensation of a rigid shaft sliding along her lips, caressing the little nerve-endings. And the thought of pleasuring him with her mouth intensified the excited tingles racing along her nerves while her mind simultaneously asserted its protest, reminding her that daughters weren't supposed to do that for their fathers.

"Quiet," he interrupted her, his voice low and unyielding. "I wanna see just how good you are at suckin' cock, so get on your knees... Slut."

Frozen by the inner struggle, Jenny's fingers fidgeted with her skirt's hem.

"I said 'on your knees, Slut.' It's time for you to suck your daddy's cock," he growled, his hand snapping out to grab her arm and jerk her downward.

"Daddy, no," she nearly yelped as she was forced to her knees before him. Staring at the outline of his cock beneath his clothes sent a warmth flowing through her to tease the smoldering embers within her loins and she unconsciously licked her lips. But her mind continued its objections, momentarily overriding her body's desire and she raised her dark eyes to his, silently pleading with him not to make her do this.

"Undo my pants," he told her, ignoring the plea.

Jenny timidly raised her shaking hands to his belt and pulled it loose. Then her fingers fought with themselves as she undid the button and pulled the zipper down.

He hadn't bothered with his underwear after fucking her and his flaccid cock popped into view as his loosened slacks fell free. Its appearance caused Jenny's breath to catch . . . tropical breezes to waft through loins . . . fan her embers . . . stir her arousal.

But it's Daddy's cock, her mind whimpered, trying to squelch the emotion.

Pulling his feet from the pants, he kicked them aside then stood still. Staring at his dangling cock she saw his fingers flexing in her peripheral vision. Raising her eyes to his, she saw him gazing down at her on her knees before him, his eyes dancing. Again her mind tried silently pleading with him. And again, it was obviously in vain.

Dropping her gaze back to his manhood, she timidly raised her still shaking hands.

"No," he stopped her. "Don't use your hands. Only your mouth."

She looked back up at him, trying to figure out what he meant. It took her a moment, but she thought she had an idea of what he was demanding and while she'd never done it before, she knew she had to try. Resting her hands on his thighs, she leaned in and down, bringing her mouth under his cockhead. Looking up at him, she lifted her mouth onto a portion of him . . . closed her lips around the soft shaft. Straightening back up, she suckled on this portion and rolled her tongue over his flesh. As her attentions caused the member to grow stiffer, she slid her lips back and forth along it slightly.

While Jenny told herself she wasn't that promiscuous . . . that she hadn't sucked a lot of cocks . . . she knew what they tasted like. And his tasted different. There was another musky-sweet flavor mixing with his.

"How do you like the taste of yourself, Slut?" He asked, solving the mystery.

Oh my God! The thought ricocheted through her mind and steamy waves flowed through her body. It was her own juices she was tasting. From when he'd fucked her. The realization made her feel dirty . . . made her feel like the things he'd been calling her.

His cock soon grew fully rigid, its thick shaft straining against her lips as it stuffed her mouth. Working her lips back and forth along him, she rolled her tongue over his flesh and suckled, her hands on his thighs helping to steady her. Staring up at his smiling face through the tops of her eyes she saw his hands reach out to cradle her head.

"That's good, Slut. Suck Daddy's cock," he sighed. "Suck it like a good lil' whore."

Electricity raced along Jenny's nerves and her embers began to sizzle and snap as the tropical breezes fanned them. Her mind reeled with the idea that she was kneeling there, in her bedroom, pleasuring her father with her mouth. That it was her daddy's rigid shaft sliding along her lips . . . caressing them . . . stroking along the little nerve-endings. And it was her own juices she tasted mixing with his flesh and drops of precum.

"Mmm," she mewled, her flesh starting to simmer with the heat from her embers.

"The slut likes suckin' Daddy's cock," he breathed, his fingers tightening their hold.

Despite her body's building arousal, her mind wouldn't be silent. It continued raging about the impropriety of what they were doing . . . the taboo of it . . . the idea that they shouldn't be doing this . . . and especially that she shouldn't be enjoying it so much.

But they were . . .

And she was . . .

She was growing hot with the feel of his cock in her mouth . . . sliding along her lips. Her body was simmering and her sex was growing damp with her juices.

"Suck it, you lil' whore. Suck your daddy's cock." Taking control, he started pushing and pulling her on and off his cock . . . using her how he wanted . . . using her mouth to fuck him.

"Mmm. Mmm," she whimpered, tears welling up in her eyes as his cockhead brushed at the entrance to her throat with each insertion, forcing her to repress her gag reflex. The fear that he'd make her deep throat him screamed through her, dampening her embers. She'd tried doing that a couple times, but it was difficult and she'd never actually managed it . . . not without negative effects. And she now knew that his cock was bigger than any of the others, so she was certain she wouldn't be able to . . . even though he was in a position to force her.

But then he suddenly yanked her mouth off him.

Kneeling there, her head still in his grasp, she raised her questioning eyes to his.

"Get up and bend over the bed, Slut," he ordered.

He's gonna fuck me again! The thought fanned her embers, causing them to regain some of the heat they'd lost even as her mind screamed in protest.

"No, Daddy. We-We sh-shouldn't," she whispered, unsure if she meant it.

"Maybe we shouldn't. But we're gonna," he growled, his hand grabbing her arm and pulling her to her feet. "Now get over there."

Her legs barely supported her as she was spun around and shoved toward the bed. Stumbling over to it, a whimper escaped her lips as she fell across the bed with her arms stretched out before her and her tits mashed into the mattress. With her face laying on its side, one braid laying across her cheek, she watched him move up behind her.

"Daddy, no," she whimpered, her mind still protesting.

Ignoring her, he lifted her skirt out of the way onto her back and cupped one of her asscheeks, giving it a deliberate squeeze.

"Daddy," she breathed, the contact sending more tropical breezes wafting through her.

"Spread your legs, Slut," he ordered, using a foot to push each shoe across the carpet.

"Please," she whimpered even as she obediently did as told.

"Now, let's get these out of the way," he snarled, grabbing her panties and ripping the lone remaining-intact side seam so that they were now in two halves, the front half hanging down. Stuffing the back half up under the waistband of her skirt to keep it out of the way, he reached between her legs and slid two fingers through her slit.

"No, Daddy. No," she nearly cried, fighting the urge to press herself back at the digits.

"Don't act like you don't want it, Slut. You know you do," he told her, the fingers brushing past her opening to move up to her clit and massage it.

"Ooh!" She gasped, electricity shooting through the little bud to make her hips twitch.

Sliding his fingers back and forth, he played in her wetness . . . brushed the tips over her opening . . . rubbed her clit.

Bent over the bed with her bared ass in the air and her legs spread, the argument between Jenny's mind and body grew louder and louder. His fingers playing in her pussy made her body pulse with desire, her embers sparking and snapping excitedly as warm gusts of air rolled through her to fan them. The fact that it was her father's fingers made her mind scream in opposition to her body's desire. The two factions tore at her, caused her to whimper and gasp as one side, then the other, took the lead.

Eventually the fingers settled at her opening . . . applied pressure . . . forced their way into her to hook downward and massage her inner wall.

"Ooh," she moaned, unable to stop her ass from rolling as her embers became red-hot coals of desire.

"You are a horny lil' one, aren't ya," he chuckled, his fingers rubbing.

Her mind wanted her to disagree . . . wanted her to disavow her body's desire. But she didn't trust herself, so she remained quiet, biting at her lip and closing her eyes. Yet she couldn't suppress a sad whimper from escaping her as he withdrew his fingers moments later.

His hand came up to her waist, his fingers clenching. His cocktip pressed between her lips . . . slipped along her slit . . . settled at her opening.

Jenny's nerves tingled and she held her breath . . . her body aching for his manhood . . . her mind screaming at her to protest. She didn't know if it was this internal struggle or something else that caused it, but a couple tears leaked from her closed eyes.

"Daddy, please no," she whimpered, her fingers tensing on the bedspread.

His hips applied pressure . . . the tip spread her walls . . . opened her. His cockhead forced her further open and nearly half his cock slid inside her before being stopped by her tightness, although he'd fucked her only a short time ago.

"Ooh, no. No-no-no," she mewled.

No longer needing to hold himself, his other hand grabbed onto her waist too and his hips dropped back . . . extracted a portion of his manhood. Then they pushed forward again and his entire length slid deep into her sex.

"Ooh!" She gasped, her hips rolling reflexively on his cock as it stuffed her pussy.

"Ooh yea, that is sweet," he groaned, grinding his crotch against her asscheeks, his cock shifting inside her.

Pulling back, he withdrew most of his cock, then slid the entire thing back inside her again. He pulled back . . . pushed forward, slowly pumping himself in and out of her.

"No, Daddy. No." she whimpered, her mind still screaming with the impropriety of this.

"Yea, take it, Slut. Take your daddy's cock in that dirty lil' pussy of yours." He growled as his hands held her waist and his rocking hips built up a steady rhythm . . . pistoning his manhood in and out of her pussy.

Upon the bed, Jenny's torso was shoved into the mattress, her tits mashed underneath it. Her fingers tensed, clawed at the bedspread. Within her loins her embers burst into flames, their tongues dancing and swirling as her juices flowed heavier so that wet slapping sounds soon filled the room, mingling with her whimpers and shallow breathes.

"Please stop, Daddy," she pled, her body's growing desire frightening her . . . making her mind tumble and reel with what was happening . . . again.

"You don't mean that, Slut. You want me fuckin' you... fuckin' you like the whore you are," he growled, his rhythm building more, his crotch slapping against her asscheeks.

"No. No-no-no," she tried disagreeing with him . . . tried denying the way her fires were growing . . . the way they were roaring . . . searing her loins.

In and out his cock pistoned . . .

Rhythmically fucking her . . .

Stuffing her . . .

Again and again . . .

Shoving her body into the mattress . . .

Her tits under her . . .

His hands holding her waist . . .

Controlling her . . .

"Yea, you're a whore that needs to be fucked. A dirty lil' slut," he told her, his rhythm building even more . . . his cock driving into her over and over.

"No, Daddy. No," she cried, still trying to deny his words even as they somehow fueled the desire coursing through her . . . fanned her fires even higher . . . caused an orgasm to form within them. She didn't understand it, but his words were making her want to be fucked . . . want to be used . . . want to be his little slut . . . his dirty whore.

"Oh yea. Daddy's lil slut. That's what you are. You're Daddy's whore and I'm gonna fuck you anytime I want," he told her, his cock pistoning . . . stuffing her sex again and again.

Against her mind's wishes, her body responded like it had earlier, the first time he'd taken her. Her legs started shifting herself back and forth with his rhythm . . . pumping her pussy back onto his cock as his hips shot forward . . . falling forward as he dropped back . . . pushing back again onto his rigid manhood. This enhanced the contact his crotch had with her asscheeks and they quivered delicately with each slap.

"I told ya, you wanted it," he chuckled.

"Mmm," she quietly mewled, not wanting to admit he was right, nor able to deny it.

And just like that first time, the orgasm soon came charging out of the flames and toward the ledge as their bodies rocked back and forth . . . fucking one another. Her father's cock pistoned in and out of her pussy . . . her sex slid on and off his manhood.

"Ooh. Ooh, Daddy," she whimpered, her mind's objections falling to the wayside as the orgasm reached the edge and teetered there . . . teasing . . . promising. Her hips began to twitch . . . her ass to jerk . . . and her pussy clenched around his thick shaft.

"Oh yea, you dirty lil' whore," he growled, his hands tensing on her waist . . . pushing and pulling her as he pleased . . . using her body to fuck him . . . her pussy to pleasure him.

"Ooh God! Ooh God yes!" She cried out, the orgasm rocketing off the ledge and crashing through her with more power than the earlier one. As her mind filled with brilliant, exploding skyrockets, her arms lifted her off the bed and her head flew back on her straining neck, her braids snapping with it. Her eyes were closed and lustful moans escaped her open mouth. Her ass hopped and twitched against him, her fingers clawed at the bedspread.

"That's a good slut. Cum on Daddy's cock. Cum like the dirty lil' whore you are," he growled as he continued fucking her, his rhythm growing frenzied . . . his hands throwing her forward . . . yanking her back.

His heightened assault combined with his words created more exploding skyrockets and sent powerful jolts of electricity shooting along her nerves. Falling onto the mattress again to mash her tits into the bed, her hands jerked at the bedspread, pulled it down toward her as if she were trying to crawl away.

Eventually the orgasm began to fade. As her muscles relaxed and her legs gave out, she slumped forward, pulling herself partway off his cock. He pulled himself the rest of the way out then used his hold on her waist to lift her completely onto the bed and toward its center. The orgasm had taken a toll and her body lay limp on her tummy, her arms and legs stretched out, her flesh shimmering with erotic sweat. Her face was turned to the side, one braid laying across her cheek, the other tossed out to the side. Her eyes were partially closed and she panted past her open lips. "Stay there. I'll be right back," he said. Watching him stroll naked out of her room, Jenny wondered where he was going and what he'd do when he returned. It didn't matter. Whatever it was, she knew she'd willingly let him . . . eagerly even. He was right . . . she was his now. Her body was for his pleasure. She still didn't understand it, but there it was. He wanted her to be his slut, and she would happily oblige. Little did she know what all this would entail. But a few minutes later she got a better understanding. He soon returned, his expression telling her he was happy to see her right where he'd left her while expecting nothing less. Somehow this caused a warmth to flow through her and stoke her still sizzling embers. In his hand she could see a small tube of something, but she couldn't make out what it was. "What's that, Daddy?" She whispered. "This is to help with what's next," he told her, climbing onto the bed to kneel beside her. Reaching up past her, he snagged a couple of her pillows. As he stuffed these under her so that her ass was raised in the air she instinctively spread her legs apart, offering herself to him. "That's a good slut," he chuckled, moving to kneel between them. Her skirt and torn panties had slipped down to cover her ass and he shoved them up out of the way. A moment later he pulled one asscheek away from the other and set a pair of fingertips against her sphincter. She had a second's sensation of it feeling wet and as he applied pressure one of them penetrated her little brown hole. "What!?" She yelped, lifting up on her arms and looking over her shoulder at him. "I'm guessin' this is your only remainin' virgin hole," he said, his finger probing . . . rubbing at her anal entrance . . . coating it with a lubricant. His other hand was stroking his hard cock, coating it with the lubricant as well. "But not for long." Her mind reeled with what he was doing . . . what he obviously intended. "Daddy, what are you doin'?" She asked, desperately trying to convince herself that he didn't mean to... He just couldn't! Not that! Not there! In opposition to her desperation, his finger pumped back and forth a couple times. "No, Daddy. Yo-You can't do that," she whimpered, her muscles reflexively clenching . . . her sphincter trying to lock shut. Withdrawing his finger, he picked up the bottle and squirted more of the lube onto them. Then he pressed them to her sphincter again and, despite her body's attempt to deny him access, two of the digits entered her this time . . . stretching her opening . . . applying lubricant. "Ooh God, Daddy. No. Not there," she pled, tears welling up in her eyes as she fell back to the bed and buried her face in the bedspread. Her mind lurched with the knowledge that he intended to fuck her in the ass . . . reminded her that he'd already taken her twice against her protest . . . told her that, whether she wanted him to or not, he would take her this way too. His fingers continued probing her, rubbing the lubricant around and pumping back and forth a few times. Then he pulled them out and grabbed onto her waist. A moment later his cocktip pressed against her hole. "Please no, Daddy," she whimpered into the bedspread. He applied pressure . . . forced her sphincter to open . . . to stretch . . . to accept his cockhead, followed by a couple inches of his manhood. "Ooh God, no," she cried, pain rolling through her body. Her arms reached out and her hands grabbed at the bedspread, her fingers tensing . . . gripping. "Fuck, that's tight," he growled, his progress stopping. Holding himself still for a moment, he let her body grow accustomed to the invasion. "Ooh God. Ooh," she whimpered, tears leaking from her closed eyes. "Relax, Whore. It'll be easier for you," he told her, drawing his hips back slightly then pushing a couple more inches of himself into her ass before pausing again. "No-no-no," she whimpered, the added inches increasing the pain. "I'm tellin' ya... relax," he stressed, withdrawing the added portion then sliding it back into her, along with a little more. "Mmm. Mmm," she cried, trying to do as he said . . . trying to make her mind and body relax . . . to accept the invasion. Pulling back and pushing forward he worked a little more of his manhood into her ass. Then a little more. His one hand joined the other at her waist, no longer needing to hold himself. "Ooh God. Ooh God," she whimpered, her hands pulling at the bedspread as tears ran down her cheeks. Gasping and panting, she desperately hoped that he was completely in her now . . . swore that she couldn't take any more.

But she knew he wasn't . . . And she'd have to . . . He allowed her a moment to grow accustomed to the additional length, then drew back until her sphincter was hugging the indent under his cockhead. "Ooh," she sighed as a wave of relief flowed through her. But that relief was short lived. He slid forward again, this time burying his entire length in her and mashing his crotch against her taut asscheeks. "Ooh God. Ooh God," she cried, feeling stuffed like never before. Holding himself there, he gently rolled his hips . . . his manhood shifting within her tight canal. Then he pulled back a couple inches . . . slid forward . . . pulled back a little more . . . pushed forward. Little by little he worked himself in and out of her ass, gradually building up to fucking her with his full length. "Ooh God, Daddy. Stop. Please stop," she whimpered, his manhood straining her. "Take it, Slut," he growled as he rocked his hips back and forth in a slow, deliberate rhythm, pumping his cock in and out of her ass. "No-no-no," she gasped, her hands gripping onto the bedspread... pulling and tugging it down toward her . . . tears leaking from her clenched eyes to run down her cheeks. She tried to relax . . . tried calming her mind and body as her father rhythmically fucked her ass. "That's it, Slut. Let Daddy fuck your ass," he groaned, his hands holding her waist.

In and out his cock pumped . . . Stuffing her . . . Fucking her . . . Again and again . . . His crotch slapping against her asscheeks . . . Making them quiver delicately . . . "Ooh-mmm," she panted. Initially the invasion had dampened her embers, the pain nearly dousing them. But his rhythmic thrusting . . . the sensation of his rigid manhood stuffing her ass again and again . . . had them sizzling again and their reignited heat was weakening the pain, causing it to recede toward the shadows.

"You're a naughty lil' slut, lettin' Daddy fuck your ass," he groaned, his rhythm building. "Ooh, Daddy," she gasped, the heat growing . . . the pain receding a little more. As his rhythm continued to increase, his driving hips pushed her down into the pillows under her and her engorged clit rubbed against them. It wasn't much, just enough to tease and tantalize the little bud . . . make it tingle with tiny sparks of electricity. Simultaneously, her breasts were being shoved along the blanket, the material buffing her swollen nipples. Combined with the feel of his shaft sliding along her anus . . . caressing the multitude of nerve-endings . . . these things stoked her embers, made them sizzle and snap into red-hot coals of desire again, and their added heat helped her relax more which allowed the pain to recede further. "Yea, take Daddy's cock in your ass, Slut." His hands tightened on her waist . . . his thrusting growing harder . . . faster.

"No. No-no-no, Daddy," she panted, her mind continuing to rebel over the invasion even as her embers burst into dancing, swirling flames. She may have accepted that she was to be his slut, but the invasion of her ass pushed that acceptance . . . challenged it, and she was having trouble finding peace with it. Whether he knew of this inner turmoil or not . . . or if it would even matter to him . . . she had no way of knowing. All she did know was that he was fucking her in the ass and her body was responding in ways that she never would have expected . . . never could have. Her flames were steadily growing, their tongues licking her loins with their heat, and her breasts were throbbing with the feel of being shoved into the mattress. "Daddy's fuckin' your ass, Girl." His rhythm built . . . his cock stuffed her ass faster . . . harder . . . again and again, his hands gripped her waist tighter. "You naughty slut... lettin' Daddy fuck you in the ass." "Ooh. Ooh God." Her fires grew . . . her fingers clawed at the bedspread . . . her face buried in it . . . her teeth biting at her lip. "Oh yea, such a dirty lil' whore." He fucked her with growing abandon . . . drove himself into her . . . shoved his length deep into her ass again and again. Although she'd never had a cock in her ass before, she sensed him growing stiffer as his shaft slid back and forth along her opening . . . sensed him stuffing her just that much more, and she realized his climax was rapidly approaching. He's gonna cum in my ass! The thought screamed through her mind to suddenly fill her with a yearning for it . . . a need to feel his seed being unleashed within her tight canal. She didn't understand it . . . Didn't know where it came from . . . Yet there it was . . . A deep, unyielding desire to feel his cock twitching and jerking within her ass . . . spraying his warm semen into her. "Ooh, Daddy," she mewled into the blanket, the need creating a mini-orgasm within her fires, one that promised body-trembling pleasure.

"You dirty lil' slut. Daddy's gonna cum in your ass, Whore," he growled, as his thrusting grew awkward, his rhythm deteriorating. "Ooh, Daddy." The orgasm emerged from the flames and charged toward the ledge. In and out his cock pumped, his crotch smacking her asscheeks.

In and out . . . Fucking her . . . Over and over . . . In and out . . . IN . . . OUT . . . "Oh yes!" He roared as he crammed himself as deep inside her as he could, his crotch smashing firmly against her asscheeks. His cock jerking within her ass as it erupted.

"Ooh! Ooh God!" She cried into the bedspread, the orgasm leaping off the ledge to careen through her. Her hands yanked at the bedspread and her muscles spasmed, her body shoving her ass back agaisnt him as her nerves crackled with powerful electricity. She turned her face to the side, her eyes closed tightly as fireworks filled her mind.

About the same time as his cock settled down within her ass, her own orgasm began to fade and her body softened upon the bed. He rolled his hips against her a couple times then, as he pulled himself from her, an aftershock caused her body to shudder. The bed shifted under her as he climbed off it and she looked back to see him scooping up his clothes.

"Take a shower and get your homework done," he told her as he headed for the door. "Dinner will be ready in a couple hours." Left alone, Jenny lay on her bed, cum leaking from her ass, her mind whirling and tumbling with all that had happened . . . and what it meant for the future.

Beautifully

Written by: PrevertedMe