Thread: Family Matters! (Jack Stalker and darkest_fate)

Beg her father to take them off, to get her off, the words sort of chased one another around in Emma's mind, eating and consuming and merging into so much noise. Hearing and processing just became almost too hard for the young girl. She talked a big game, had for years, likely still could. Despite the talk, however, Emma was still very much a teenage girl, barely legal, who could count the number of times she'd had sex on one hand. True, those had all been very similar to this near violent fucking at the hand of her own father. But the girl still only had so much to work with. The harsh fucking went to her head, kept spinning her thoughts, and it took all she had to keep the conversation, such as it was, going. Because she could feel the thick cock penetrating her deeper and deeper with each thrust. Dimly Emma wondered if her father didn't have some sort of plan there, a claiming of her insides. She'd teased him about splashing it with white, with literally spraying her in his seed and color, but this struck her as another way of accomplishing essentially the same thing. Again, she may not have much experience, but Emma was fairly certain that most men did not have cocks as big as her father's. That massive member kept bottoming out within her. Emma could feel it knocking deep against her, probably hitting the entrance of her womb. Hell, it hit hard enough that a little more pressure would probably cause him to fuck her directly there. the thought of her father's domed head entering her most sacred area sent a shiver through Emma. How sinful. How wrong. How delicious. Her sex quivered at the thought, trembling about him with raw excitement, squeezing every inch and contouring to the thick member that kept drilling within her hot velvet. At some point he shifted. He encouraged her, true, but he also had literally shifted. Emma could now feel his cock gliding against the sensitive parts of her insides. It rubbed against tender areas, teased her. Again it hammered against her deep within, and each blow sent another shot of pleasurable pain straight into Emma's core. She felt as though she melted before him. Her oozing sex kept dribbling seed, bits of it sliding out with each backthrust from the massive tool that plundered her so very effortlessly. As if this weren't enough, her father's hand lowered. Emma noticed the movement, traced it slightly with her increasingly glazed brown eyes. They widened with the sudden realization of precisely where those hands intended to go. She barely managed a noise before she felt the fingers touch. Electric pleasure shot into her already overheated body. She jolted, hips raising, jerking as if the electricity were true. The sudden movement dragged everything, caused her clamped breasts to jiggle. Raw pleasure hit Emma hard, blowing out her mind to replace everything with white for several long seconds. As she came to, not certain if she'd cum or not, she heard her father cooing about her breasts, about adorning them. Yes, Daddy, she moaned, almost as if repeating something she'd learned by rote, yes, Daddy, mark my slutty body. Uhhhh, Daddy, make me yours. Show everyone--everyone... she gasped as she felt him clutching her ass, rising her up. Show them I'm yours, Daddy!' she nearly squealed, squeezing her sex again. She gave him a needy look as he smiled down upon her. Again her mouth opened for words, only to stop. Eyes bugged as hands circled her throat. Panic welled up within Emma for a few seconds, hands going to claw at his. She forgot about the fucking, about everything, everything but those hands upon her neck. Tears began flowing quite freely while her hands clawed at his. She vaguely felt him working her sex, felt her body reacting to it, continuing to heat even through the panic. Words hammered at her while spots swam in her eyes, confirming that her father knew on some level what he did. Then stop. Shift. Emma gasped for air, greedily sucking it down, tasting her own tears as they flowed hot from her face. She could see the desk he'd flipped her at some point. Her breasts pressed against the wood, the clamps pressing hard, rubbing against her. That pain felt pleasurable, felt hot, felt raw. Her throat, however, hurt like hell, and not in a way that added to her pleasure at all. A hand seized her hair, pulling her back. She gasped again, fingers splaying across the table for a moment. Before she could fully process that, however, she felt something hot spraying against her taut little ass. Hot and liquid, it poured, splattered. She felt some touching her star. Then it drove in. Emma screamed out as she felt the cock entering her ass. It caused stars to swim in her vision, the sheer stretching wrongness of it altogether new. Pain had become the highest sensation, eclipsing all others. Still, it dragged pleasure along with it. The hot, burning pleasure scorched Emma. She felt her body trembling, felt something like a climax shaking her as her father used her ass for his personal cumdump. Hot seat coated the tight tunnel, filling her as she quivered and shook. Her treacherous body kept on trembling, ass squeezing in pale imitation of her sex's earlier work. Emma dimly heard her father's words, something about cumming. A bite hit her ear, making her moan. Her body felt limp, liquid, languid, unable or unwilling to move even as he pulled from her. Emma felt the wet drizzling from her rear, from her sex. the oozing white caking her thighs and puddling beneath her. A order came, and Emma groaned. she slid from the desk. Hit the floor, her breasts jiggling. Her mouth worked to clean him quickly and efficiently, before she settled back. The daze upon her face showed that she was simply reacting, not certain what to do and not truly processing much. She stared forward, sort of hearing, but still not quite moving, the harsh fuck leaving her momentarily catatonic.