Father Stories

Although I'd been having sex for a couple of years now, the past two weeks had been like nothing else before. After all, how many girls get to have sex with their own dad?

The divorce was final. I had full custody of our daughter, Laney. She had just turned fourteen. This is my memory of our first night together at my place. She wanted to take a bath. She wanted me to be in the bathroom next to the tub. She wanted me to wash her. I did.

I stood behind Jan and I reached around to cup her fine young breasts while we watched my wife get between our youngest daughter's legs and lick her then she used two of her fingers to bring her off. Her fine young body jerking as her orgasm rolled over her.

A father and daughter are forced together to escape the wrath of the woman who hates them both.

Sarah thinks she's confessing her incestuous fantasies to a stranger, unaware her own father is listening behind the screen, hardened by every word. Driven to the brink by her filth, Father Thomas decides that prayers won't save her soul. She needs a physical absolution only he can deliver. And the only path to purity is through total, painful submission.

The look on my fourteen-year-old daughter's face could have easily been mistaken for pain. And if her furrowed brow, her flaring nostrils, or the row of pearly teeth biting into her lower lip might have somehow left an observer unconvinced of her discomfort, perhaps the rest of the scene would have settled it: the petite eighth-grader struggled with both little hands to insert the knob of my blunt, swollen prick into the well-prepared but resisting confines of her nearly hairless cunt. / (Reviews)