Bailey Easton, and her boyfriend Brad, both 19 years old, wanted to get married, but first they needed her father's consent. Born and raised Catholic she met Brad at the end of high school. A budding romance followed. The youth snuck out into the evening each night to see each other. Then following school, Brad took a local factory job. It barely provided, but after Bailey and him moved into the same place, things were going good. Bailey, wasn't fairing much better living separate from her parents. She didn't miss the purist drivel of her childhood routines under their roof. Coming into her own as a young adult, she rebelled when it was safe, but followed the code of family honor ingenuously. She was an astern woman, prideful, and had a rigid perseverance to fulfill her family's secret rite of marriage. A sacred passage that was only ever hinted at while she was growing up.
The Easton Matrimony Night, her parents sometimes humorously explained it, but never in detail, had been performed since the days of Old Testament and according to tradition, an adult child could only marry and live outside the home if the father of the bride approved of the couple's love for each other. The bride's father would only grant request after spending a night with the new couple. In the time-honored tradition, meant to test the strength of the couple's love, the night is secret between the family. Borrowed from a slogan in a Vegas vacation commercial, Mr. Easton, Bailey's father liked to say,
"What happens on Matrimony Night, stays with Matrimony Night." Always followed by an awkward laugh and a pat or rub.
Brad had no idea what Bailey was describing when she tried explaining these riddles to him.
Bailey had just started living with Brad a few months before he proposed to her. The two were tight on money, and Bailey insisted that her father must approve before they could actually marry, so Brad called up his soon to be father-in-law to ask the favor. The two men met later that evening at Brad and Bailey's apartment. Brad welcomed Mr. Easton inside and turned on the television for his guest. He offered Mr. Easton a beer and began to small talk. Brad and Mr. Easton had already developed a mutual respect for each other, but Mr. Easton wanted desperately to test Brad's commitment.
Bailey joined them after she left work, and the three talked about ambitions and plans, and most importantly: the family. Finally, after a few hours and a few beers Brad asked for Mr. Easton's daughter, but it was senior Easton's response that changed the course of the evening, "Brad do you understand biblical importance?"
"Yeah."
"Good, then you know that a woman belongs to her father before her husband, don't you? That she is his property to give and command?"
Brad was taken aback at such bold objectification of his fiancé by her own father, but non-the-less simply nodded looking for approval.
Mr. Easton, then turned to his daughter and asked forthright, "Have you been deflowered?"
Brad felt the wind go out of him; Bailey and him had had sex several times, and he was afraid that if she told her father the truth, this would ruin their chances together. It wasn't like Bailey to lie to her dad, nor was it typical for her to openly discuss anything this private. Brad felt that he was still trying to work Bailey out of a shell. The girl was usually modest, only allowing Brad to fuck her with a condom, and never diverging from missionary. Regardless, she knew how to give head, and the condom sex was still enough blackmail to set her father against him and ruin any marriage plans.
Brad fidgeted under the tension in the room, but after a long pause, Bailey lied.
"Not yet Daddy..." She said in a shrill voice, emphasizing a name she never used around her father, except for her last birthday. The secret time she received her best birthday gift from him.
Mr. Easton sat quietly and seemed to analyze the answer between the young couple. Then he said, "Good," and then beckoned for Bailey to sit on his lap. She did as suggested, looking over at Brad with a puzzled but provocative look of anticipation. Brad smiled back shyly. Then after a few moments of Bailey squirming uneasily on her father's lap while he casually took a few more drinks, Mr. Easton stated; "Bailey baby, you can't love another man until you learn to make-love, and it's my duty to instruct you, do you agree?"
Brad was flabbergasted and thought for sure Bailey was going to slap her dad, but instead she smiled nervously, glanced about the room. First toward Brad then turning toward her father's serious expression, Bailey's cheeks glowed. She then lowered her gaze along her father's physique , and promised quietly:
"Yes Daddy, I'll do anything you want me to."
Brad was glued to his seat in amazement and disgust as he watched Mr. Easton's coarse, aged hands feel their way along Bailey's shapely curves, and cupping her delicate mounds. Each hand served a purpose; one cupped and vigorously kneaded her soft breasts, and the other undid her bra. She had been wearing a thin black bra, laced along the edges above the cleavage. He tossed it aside, and the hand rejoined the other in the vigorous squeezing and kneading of her luscious form. She bend her neck down, and began kissing him.
Not a peck between family; not a loving peck between a parent and a child; but a full lip, tongue-tasting, sweaty, sloppy exchange of saliva. She made no sound; but if a person could moan silently, then she made such a moan with her whole attitude. The two clumsily kissed each other across the cheek and stopped a moment to sample the ear. She twisted her tongue around the back of her father's ear and whispered something inaudible to Brad. Mr. Easton's expression lit up, and he bit gently on her ear lobe. Bailey's blond hair dropped around her father's neck as she returned the kissing, sucking, and licking all the while her right hand groped for her father's penis, trapped beneath her. Her legs swayed from the side of the lounge chair, and she began grinding her rump across his lap.
Father and daughter kissed, and licked, down each other's neck. She trembled and twitched as he kissed the corner of her parted lips and the hot lobe of her ear. He took moments to suck tiny dark red circles into the inner crevasse of her neck and collar bone. Mr. Easton's hands groped his daughter's large tits, and caressed her youthful body. As the pair sucked, kissed, and licked as experienced lovers might, he lifted her work shirt, a rubbish green and gray polo and looped it over her exposed chest. Her pastel bare breasts within the reach of her father's rabid kissing and sucking, which he immediately performed upon the ample fresh skin. Mr. Easton's dominate hand rubbed along her core, down across her exposed stomach and into her pants. Brad watched the old man's fingers push their way past Bailey's pink and heart underwear, this too laced.
Senior Easton's south-bound arm twisted and bulged repetitively as his fingers sought new textile within her worn jeans. As his arm worked against her rocking across his lap, his lips came to one of her light pink areolas. His outstretched tongue glistened the puerile ovals then dashed across her upturned nipple. Bailey seemed to enjoy it and Brad thought he heard her moan. The two rubbed against each other and the fire burned hotter than Brad could have ever imagined. He felt half-hearted with the entire soiree. Feelings erupted an acidic taste in his mouth, but his quivering lip held still. He coughed unpleasantly, feeling like he had encountered a situation for which we was not prepared.
The rhythm swaying only stopped but left Bailey breathing heavily as she pulled herself into composure. Looking more satisfied, Mr. Easton said, "You might be a keeper for my daughter yet, but first I think my baby better go take off her clothes; we won't be needing those tonight."
Bailey stood up and adjusted her pants and top. Mr. Easton's hands, half concealing his hard-on, fell limp into his lap. The hand on top sparkled in the dim light; the fingers translucently glazed. Bailey inhaled and exhaled in long exuberant gasps. She trembled uncomfortably, and stood there.
Bailey stood there a moment, looking dumbfounded. Brad couldn't tell if Bailey was upset, happy, or simply confused. She swayed queerly biting her lower lip, and sucking inward on it. Her head was down, but she surveyed the room and her company carefully. Bailey knew her dad was a pervert, she had seen his collection of pornography in the past, and caught him masturbating on several occasions. Unbeknownst to Brad: on one such occasion, she even helped her father masturbate, and he had helped her. It was an innocent frolic upon her last birthday, but that seemed so different to Bailey now, so far away. She didn't understand what had happened between them then, but now she was certain things were going to go farther than her and her father's unusual relationship had taken them before.
There was a certain anticipation spoiled upon fearfulness in her haughty display of devilish tradition. Her breathing slowed with struggling mastery, and she smiled reluctantly, "Ok. You two go into the bedroom; I will be there in a second. I want to do something with my hair for you, daddy."
Bailey's brow knotted above shinning hazel eyes, and her smile changed to a teasingly sly grin.
Mr. Easton and Brad went into the bedroom, any attempt Brad could muster some courage to speak his mind, Mr. Easton barked an order at him. It wasn't like Mr. Easton to be demanding toward Brad, or to even impose himself with such ostentatious oppression, but the new Mr. Easton called the shots, which left Brad distastefully vicarious. Once in Brad and Bailey's apartment bedroom, the younger man sat, drawing the stool away from the bed and into a dark corner. The bedroom is a oblong room with a creaky, metal-frame bed. There is also a soft stool with a violet cushion, a gray dresser, and nightstands. On the wall next to the bed, a mirror mounted on the wall. Perhaps it was the most drab of all bedrooms, but on this night it looked like a puzzle box to be opened.
Easton emptied his pockets: an empty bottle of Viagra and some lube. He looked back toward the stool and mischievously grinned. He took off his shirt, and stood in front of the bed facing the hallway, but adjacent to the mirror and the stool on side. With the lights dim, a shadow fell across the hallway door. From the silhouette, Bailey appeared, naked and curvy. She stood in the doorway bashfully biting her lower lip, which was freshly painted in bright pink lipstick, which also had been used to write; Happy Birthday Daddy, with an arrow shaped heart on her lower abdomen below the crenulated imprint of her underwear. It, of course, suggested the indented birthday present was something between her softly pale legs.
How could Brad have forgotten? It was her father's birthday, he was in his fifties; Brad was sure, and feeling suddenly apprehensive. He thought about Bailey acting strange all day; he wondered if she had had any indication or premeditation of the incestuous activities in practice. He had proposed, she pushed it off for two weeks holding him on suspension for an answer. Then, as he was losing hope, she had told him yes upon her father's blessing. She had even suggested this night for a casual conversation with him. Bailey was also so prudent, but tonight she swaggered under a red light.
She tried to cover her naked body, but with blossoming tits as large as hers, it was a fleeting effort, and her dodgy hand hiding her silken skin lotus indulged the men in the room beyond reason. Her hair was styled in tightly pulled pigtails, each fluttering a stream of golden hair down to pelt the top of her trembling shoulders. She looked younger and more innocent than Brad had ever expected, and he involuntarily reached for his penis. He looked over at his soon to be father-in-law, and in the dim lit room he saw him blushing.
In a shaking voice Mr. Easton commanded Bailey onto her hands and knees. She looked over at Brad for approval; Brad nodded, and she obediently did as she was told. Tarrying in front of her father, naked as the day she was born, and dolled-up to his specifications, she crawled toward him as he instructed. Slowly and provocatively waving her hind, she scooted as summoned across the cold wood floor. She knelt in front of her senior, knees out in front and toes tucked under her seat, each leg spreading like a starfish. She looked downward and a tear dripped onto her bear knee.
This felt so embarrassing, but there was something in the forbiddingness of it all that empowered her onward. Would she do without her father's consent? Brad would surely leave, he wouldn't understand, she thought. She would have to follow her father's perverted ritual exactly as he commanded, so he would keep his promise of allowing her to marry. Only then would she be Brad's wife, and not her father's plaything.
She took a deep breath, and looked up into her father's eyes. She raised her trembling hands to his belt buckle. She looked like she was praying or begging. He smiled with the sudden thought, "Now beg for it," he insisted.
"Please..." she mutely whispered.
"Please what?"
"Please... daddy!"
"Tell me what you want to do."
"Please daddy," she repeated impishly, "I want to taste your cum!"
Bailey's face was only a few inches away from the contoured bulge that pulsed in her father's pants. She seemed to notice and bit her lip seductively. It twitched and grew as she plead prying the tips of her fingers on her father's waistline. Clawing zipper and buttons, fumbling with the belt, and begging for attention, she was deplumed beneath him.
"Will you be a good girl and swallow?" Mr. Easton asked, tenderly, planting an open palm across her face. It was the same hand that held the musky scent of her passion.
"Yes, Papa; I'll swallow all that you give me¬¬ ¬- I promise!" Bailey beamed, then guiltily sucked her lower lip again. "Am I being a good girl for you tonight?"
He bend down and whispered in her ear, "Yes, you are. Now go ahead baby girl; give your daddy a kiss!" Mr. Easton smiled and nodded to Brad.
Bailey adverted her eyes from Brad's gaze and undid her dad's belt buckle. She slowly pulled his pants and underwear down to his ankles. His penis, which was fully erect now, sprang out and hit her across her nose and cheek. For an old man, his manhood was large and dominating. His one-day-older cock was hard as a rock and larger than one of her hands. As his flashing might swept across her face, a dab of pre-cum dribbled out and mixed with Bailey's tear. On her cheek it separated into a thin sticky strand, like a string of glue, webbed between her lower cheek and her dad's imposing penis.
She reached up to wipe it away, but he reached down and guided her hands to the base of his shaft. He motioned for her to pull from there. Brad knew that this wasn't Bailey's first blowjob, but definitely the first between family. Her hands fumbled as she tried to stroke the dick sensually and extended her tongue around the purple head. She licked in a circular motion and puckered her lips over the tip. Bailey awkwardly sucked the length of her father's cock, quickly leaving a smudge of pink lipstick stain. Slurping and swallowing, she was noisier than she meant to be. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut and embraced poetic movements.
But she gagged when he had taken a hold of her hair, forcing the lipstick smears into the back of her mouth in one quick thrust. Her eyes lit up, and she hastened a glance over to Brad. He had scooted the stool closer to the bed and his dick out of his pants - masturbating. Frightened by her father's ferocity and the impulsive gagging while he held her longer and longer. She would pull away, but his hands tightened around her bouncing pony tails. He pulled her face further down his massive staff each time she managed any freedom, and in quick secession. She gagged loudly, and drooled out of her mouth with each attempted gasp. Bailey closed her eyes, and bobbed her head.
The first taste was salty, and like sand. Bailey's father had an aroma of freshly dug dirt and she inhaled it becoming intoxicated. Her tongue worked around the wrinkles and the contours of her father's foreskin. Her wetly painted lips curled as she accepted him farther into her mouth. But it was the drool she would dislike above anything else! The cold slimy spit that dribbled from her chin, running down between her breasts, across the supple divot of her belly, and pooled on the floor around her pussy. As she bounced up with each gulp her quivering labia lapped the slime from the floorboards. The splashdown of her raw skin diving into the pool of saliva created a wet slopping sound - Slooop.
It was as more pre-cum drained against the roof of her mouth and ran down the back of her throat that Bailey noticed something more than the cold spit making her pussy wet. Accepting the foreign flesh in and out of her mouth in bold display of Brad, all at once, felt natural. A warm gooey sensation tingled inside her guts. The warm trickle inside her privates mimicked the cold slime flowing around the outside. It began to formulate together and soon her entire inner thighs were wet and dripping with the magic love potion. She tried to finger the warmth back into her privates. But she was fighting a losing battle as her father forced his hard dick in and out of her mouth. The room began to spin for her.
"Get ready for it," Bailey heard her father say, "get read..y for it, oh..." He stuttered and moaned. "Oh ba-by, oh yes, I'm gonna, I'm gonnna cum in your mouth! Remember to swallow... just like a good girl, oh yes baby.. I'm cumming...ooh."
Mr. Easton bucked his hips and tightly wrapped Bailey's pigtails around his grip. He held her in close to him for several seconds. She gulped and gagged. When she was allowed to pull back, she coughed upon a flow of a similar magic potion. Warm milk white semen pouring from her father's fat throbbing prick swam about in her mouth. As her dad's dick pulsed against her tongue, a river of cum flooded her mouth. There more than Bailey had expected and some of it dripped from her lips and slithered down her wet body and toward her sticky pussy.
She heard a moan not her father's, and panicked when she remembered Brad was still in the room. She glanced quickly toward her boyfriend, who was wildly stroking his own dick. Relieved from her fears, she was hornier than she had ever felt before, but also ashamed despite Brad's approving groans. Then she closed her eyes and swallowed the pooling cum in her mouth in two large gulps. She glanced up after doing so, and looked for the approval from her father. Her eyes were red from crying, and her face was puffy as she ate every inch of her father's draining manhood.
"Good girl," he said lovingly. "Let's put you on the bed now."
Mr. Easton winked at his beautiful daughter. He was panting hard and even coughed a few times. With a heavy wheeze, he bent over and pulled Bailey up upward by her armpits. He then spun her around toward the bed, yet keeping her facing him. He held her in his arms, then allowing her to lean backward toward the bed he read aloud the lipstick heart;
"Happy birthday, to me? Oh I couldn't be happier!"
"I'm glad you like it, does that mean Brad and I..."
Bailey's question trailed off as he laid her back. In clockwork motion he lifted her legs skyward. His hands slid from her hips to her inner thighs, then glided them upward and apart. Once she was laid completely back and her legs held in a raised V with his hands in the crook behind her knees, he pulled her to the edge of the bed, sat on the floor, and buried his mouth into her tender flesh."Oh daddy!" Bailey instinctively cried in pattering breaths. Mr. Easton's large hands held her legs arched over her head forcing her ass cheeks upward off the mattress. She rocked her body so that her privates stayed suctioned to her father's devouring mouth in midair; his tongue burrowing deep into her widening slit. The greedy slurping sounds of her father's pussy eating mimicked her previous exploration of his dick. She closed her eyes and felt the warm tingling gooey sensation drip from her wet spasmodic cunt. She felt a large finger enter beneath his tongue. Then another finger, and soon the fingers and tongue alternated inward and outward driving her to the edge of a powerful orgasm. Never before had a man sucked her clit or licked her labia, not even Brad. Bailey had always been afraid to let a man eat her out. She disliked her vagina and never understood why someone would want to put their mouth on it, surely it must taste awful, she thought.
Bailey, the spunky blonde, knew that if she was going to get married, she'd have no say in the night's activities. Would Brad be angry with her for allowing her daddy down into her forbidden fruit? The question became unimportant when she felt her body betray her.
Mr. Easton's tongue glided straight up and down, then it darted in and out on the roof of her vagina. One finger seemed to tilt upward and paddled along with the tongue. The other bend and worked itself opposite. She rocked her hips and moaned loudly, "Ooh daddy, oh yes."
The slurping grow louder as opaque milk white juice flowed outward. Bailey's father massaged the juices from her and gluttonously lapped them into his mouth. She lost control, and her hips buckled and her legs spread farther apart. Then as a wave of euphoria rushed through her pelvis she gyrated forcefully against his face. Her father's other hand reach up from the side of the bed for a firm hold of one tit. He was holding her up as he did this, to gather her soft pink sex to him, and as he broke through her innocence, he opened her dripping folds with his tongue and pinched her breast sharply. She struggled to keep her legs apart.
"Oooh yeah...ooohh fuck, don't stop!" Bailey begged importantly.
However, Mr. Easton did stop, and just before her orgasm had peaked. She tried to contest, but he stood up quickly. Stooping over her, he pulled her inner thighs, where that wet spongy spot yearned to be touched, down to his dick. He hard again from the foreplay and the Viagra pills proved more useful than he had expected. He leaned over her and pressed his weight upon her sweaty tits and grabbed them for balance. He squeezed each breast and twisted his thumb and index fingers around her sensitive erect nipples. With a nipple pinched this way he would pucker his lips around it and suck. She moaned again despite her efforts to regain control of her promiscuity.
But all she could think about was her wavering orgasm. That burning desire in her wet hole, a desire to be ignited the way wood desires to burn. Bailey realized she desperately wanted to be fucked. And the dirtiest of all possible desires arose in her loins making her hornier than ever before: she wanted her father's dick inside her!
Tears rolled from her eyes in shame thinking about how badly she now wanted her own father deep inside her body.
"Please daddy," she bashfully began to beg.
He kissed her and forced his tongue into her mouth. The rough stubble around his mouth was soaked in her juices just as she still tasted a hint like her father. Their faces stuck together, the sweat, spit, and joy juices between them washed between them. Sloppy rough kissing, yet he cradled her head in his wet sticky hands and making her hair sticky. Bailey sucked her own sweet cream from his tongue. The smell and taste of her pussy was sweet and the taste of her father's cum was salty. She had always liked sweet and salty things. She felt for his cock with her hands. He sensed her desperation, and rubbed his piece between her legs against her swelling wet lips without entering her.
His grip left her bouncing tits and he grabbed her forearms. He continued to kiss her lips, then worked his way to the crook of her neck while he simultaneously raised her arms about the top of her head and pinned them against her pigtails. He worked his kissing down to her nipples and sucked one then the other. He held her against the bed with her lower half on the cushion's edge. His dick pressed hard against her desperate cunt, now parting easily as he slid only the tip inward. Her dad's dick was hard and still wet from her blowjob. It felt wonderful pressing against her, and she was craving to feel it fully inside her.
"Please daddy, fuck me now!" Bailey begged innocently between their kisses.
Answering her prayers, he arched his hips inward driving his penis far into the depths of his daughter. She moaned loudly and squirmed beneath his welcomed intrusion. It hurt. He was longer and wider than any man she had ever had inside her, even Brad was no comparison to her father's monstrous dick. She was reminded of Brad, and wondered what he was thinking and if he was still watching. She turned to look for him, but from this angle beneath the weight of her dad's heaving body, she could not see him.
Bailey bit her lip hard with each deep thrust from the old man. "Oh dad, oh yes, oh fuck me," she repeated in her heat.
Although helpless beneath her father, she no longer felt afraid and she loudly moaned.
"Ooh papa yes!" Wet and sweaty, she screamed, "deeper; harder; ooh, yes. ooh papa please!"
Bailey briefly thought of her mother and father making love. She imagined him driving his hard dick into her mother. He was more passionate being inside his daughter than he is when fucking her mother, bailey secretly now wished. Her father was wild and powerful; never before could Bailey remember her parents even kissing with such equal passion. Little did she know how truthful her thoughts were; Mr. Easton had fantasized about fucking his daughter all of her life, and had waited patiently for her adult life to seek this moment out. He wasn't going to waste a second of this opportunity.
The horny duo humped faster and harder using her screams and moans as satisfactory measurement and he matched her rhythmic grinding to explore deeper into this new, once forbidden, playground. She had never allowed Brad to penetrate her unsheathed without a little rubber raincoat, yet here she was having unprotected sex, and with her own father of all people!
"Am I being a good girl daddy?" Bailey whined fruitfully.
"Oh yes baby,"
She felt his dick quickly grow thick, and he heaved hard against her, crashing down with all his weight. The pumping round head of his penis was farther inside her than she had ever felt anything before. He let go of her arms, and grabbed hold of her waist. As he fucked her harder and faster, his fingers slid down around her outside of her legs and squeezed her ass apart. She felt the warm sticky juices of her pussy dribbling down her ass crack onto the mattress. Her anus opened and contracted with her powerful orgasm.
He groped her perfectly round ass and worked his fingers closer and closer to her spasming sphincter. As his cock grow in girth two fingers slid into easily inside her ass; she could feel them pressing together with his penis between her flesh. The sensation was totally new and unexpected. Bailey's tight asshole opened freely to his probing fingers as his penis pressed against her cervix. The depth of his prowess inside her two holes was painful, but it also sent her climaxing over the edge.
Thinking of the lustrous depravity between her and her father's lecherous act, Bailey concluded that she wanted that same seed that had given her life, deep within her own womb.
Her dirty thoughts slipped between moans, "P - peas daddy, CUM inside me," she shamefully cried aloud. Loud enough for neighboring apartments to hear. Loud enough for everyone listening or watching to know who, and what she wanted inside her.
"Ooh fuck." She whimpered as she came stronger than she had ever succeeded in her lifetime of sexual adventures.
"Mmm yes, your daddy's cumming again," Mr. Easton panted.
She answered him with a shrill, "Ooh pleassse!"
Her whole body trembled as she felt the gushing flow of her father's warm semen fill her bruised flower. His seed must have filled her womb to the brim because it squirted out around the base of his buried cock. In thick creamy ooze, it ran down to his fingers where he was scooped it up for lube into her asshole upon his dirty dancing fingers.
The pressure inside changed, and he pulled his cock and fingers quickly from her. Then arching her legs and raising her hind, he slowly replaced the fingers with his slimy dick. She gasped as he entered her moist tight bottom. The tiny muscles around her anus contracted, pulling he fat purple head of his circumcised cock inward.
By this time he had figured out that she had previously lied to him about being a virgin, but her delicate moans and whimpering spread the truth that her ass was still sacred ground. Mr. Easton grimaced with delight, but when he looked up he noticed Brad no longer held his dick in his hand, instead the boy looked at the incestuous father and daughter with jealousy and betrayal, but his throbbing hard cock told the truth of his displeasing glare toward his father-in-law-to-be. Brad looked like he was ready to walk out, yet he barely seemed to move in his seat.
Mr. Easton smiled, pulled himself out of his little girl and flipped her onto her stomach like she was a rag doll. Her damp ponytails clung to the sweat on her brow. Bailey, physically exhausted and still on the apex of her orgasm, flopped face first into the pillows. Her father's guess had been correct: she was an anal virgin, but she wasn't going to stop this train now. She had promised everything to her daddy tonight, and after all that had happed so far, she wasn't going to miss out on anything else he had to offer.
Eagerly she raised her ass and bit down into the pillows. Her father wasted no time in spreading lube on his tool, and slowly lowered himself into her virgin hole. She yelped when he slid all the way in and cum leaked from her pussy down her leg.
"Oh baby girl, you're so tight." Mr. Easton whispered.
"Mmmm..daddy.. do my ass" Bailey moaned and twisted her gaze toward Brad.
She had nearly forgotten him. She voicelessly mouthed "I love you," but he only licked his bottom lip and stared blankly at the young messy blonde mounted from behind by the man who she really loved.
Mr. Easton, Bailey's old man, slid his erect cock in and out of her asshole slowly and methodically reaching around with an open palm against her clit. The motions intensified and both father and daughter bucked against each other; each partner building toward a final climax. An hour or more passed with Bailey's ass swallowing her dad's dick to its base against his thighs. The pain had gone, and she was loving every inch of her father inside her rear. His fingers rubbed roughly around her clit.
Just as she felt another orgasm coming over her, he alternated rapidly between fucking her asshole and her pussy. Two full thrusts in her bottom, and one short one in her cunt over and over again. From doggy style he penetrated her deeper than before, and sloshed about her insides full of their love juices.
"Daddy, daddy" Bailey wailed over again over again as she climaxed.
She had never leaked so much in her life; the orgasms made her dizzy. Then, as he dipped his penis in her sloppy wet cunt for the last time, drawing out a thick stream of sticky strands of cum, he mounted her high and plowed his dick deep into his daughter's butt. He reached down, grabbed her hair, and pulled the pigtails back like reigns to a horse. He rode her roughly and Bailey screamed in satisfaction.
Her rosy cheeks matched that of her fanny, slapping hard against her father. Finally, Mr. Easton roared aloud, "I'm cumming in your ass baby!"
Bailey thought she heard a door shut, maybe even voices outside the apartment, she wasn't certain. She didn't care at this point.
Mr. Easton's sore member released the last of his seminal fluid into his daughters bowels while she screamed into the pillows for more. He fell back and gasped. Bailey, too exhausted to move laid immobile with her scarlet buttocks in the air, the cream-filled hole still gaping and contracting with each hurried breath. Driblets of the lube and seed trickled out with each bucking contraction. Her muffled moans and panting the only sound in the room.
"Ok Brad, your turn with Bailey, show me what you learned..." Mr. Easton said, looking around, but noticed that the young boy had left. So he didn't enjoy it after all, the old man thought to himself. Although he knew his daughter would be upset when she realized her boyfriend had changed his marital mind, he was already looking forward to meeting the next potential suitor.