My Father was now running his hand up and down feeling my wetness with his finger. I nodded my head to him and then turned to hug him. My breasts touched his chest as he inserted a finger into my hole and I quivered under his touch.
“Mmmmm… oh… Daddy…” I whispered in his ear as he played with my pussy.
Slowly he pulled down his zipper and took out his cock watching my face. He took my hand and placed it on his cock while he continued to finger me with the other hand. I was rubbing his cock up and down when he decided to slide out from under me placing me on the chair legs openly facing him. Daddy leaned down and put his face against my pussy. His tongue went up and down a few times across it and then he stuck a finger back in my wet hole. Daddy licked me bringing me to my second orgasm of the day. I was on fire!
I leaned back against the back of the chair and my Father was on his knees in-between my legs with his stiff cock in his hand. Without any warning he placed it at the entrance to my pussy and started to rock back and forth. I wanted him desperately to get inside me, but I was tight and it hurt.
“Daddy slow.. please it hurts.” I said warning him.
I think he went to slow now making painfully slow progress. When he came up against what I found out later was my hymen it hurt a lot, but he went slow eventually breaking it. I wanted to take him all the way inside me and eventually did.
“Oh my honey do you feel like you are rebelling now?” Father said with a smile as he rammed his cock in and out of me.
“Yes Daddy… Oh my… Keep doing that!” Getting all I could say out as my Daddy gave me pleasure like I had never known.
The hurting was over and the thought that I was fucking my Father in my Mother’s living room made me have another orgasm. I cried out and I think that is what made my Father cum.
“Oh dam.” My Father said pulling his cock out of my pussy spraying his cum all over my belly.
We just sat there a second in the glory of what we had done…
“Honey we can do this whenever you are mad at your Mom.” Dad said as he pulled up his pants “You best get cleaned up before your Mom gets home I will take care of the mess in here.”
I went upstairs and got in the shower…
Two days later and I was still without clothes. My Father was enjoying touching me when my Mother was out of the room or out of sight. It became a game to us and he was right it did feel like we were rebelling against her.
That night I was so wet between my legs due to my Fathers constant attention. My Mother went down to do some laundry and I was bent over the sink and my Father walked up right behind me and sunk his dick in me. I let out a yelp and then my Father’s hand went over my mouth. He started hammering in and out of my tight pussy right there in the kitchen with my Mother just down the steps. It didn’t take me long to cum and he quickly followed removing his cock from me spraying his seed all over my ass and into the hollow of my back.
I quickly went upstairs to clean myself up just as I heard my Mother’s foot hit the first step.
Mr. and Mrs. Anderson came over on Thursday and I was still not allowed in my clothes. I was locked away in my room for hours before they arrived.
I decided to put on a show to show my Mother how wrong she was. I waited until they were settled down in the living room and I walked right into the room naked like everything was normal and sat down greeting our guests.
My Mother chimed in “She is being punished for being a slut.” As a calm explanation for my nudity.
Mr. Anderson’s chin was on the floor. My Father really enjoyed what I had done and he secretly smiled at me a few times when no one was looking. Mr. Anderson didn’t say a word the whole visit. A visit that was cut short when his wife realized her husband had a large erection in his pants from looking at me.
I went up to my room as they left very happy for what I was so bold to do. My Mother cut that feeling short…
“You really are a slut!!!” She yelled at me running into my room. “You are going to hell in a hurry little missy!!” Then she slapped me hard across the face.
