Jenny Fucks Her Father (Incest Taboo/Virgin Sex)
18-year old Jenny is the world’s horniest virgin…every morning she plays with herself, imagining her strong, masculine father taking her for the first time, making her a woman. She’s seen the looks he gives her - she’s constantly wearing short skirts around the house, and frequently “forgets” to wear panties. More
18-year old Jenny is the world’s horniest virgin…every morning she plays with herself, imagining her strong, masculine father taking her for the first time, making her a woman. She’s seen the looks he gives her - she’s constantly wearing short skirts around the house, and frequently “forgets” to wear panties. How long can he resist his temptress of an adopted daughter, prancing around the house practically naked, just begging to be taken?
EXPLICIT: This 4300-word erotic tale contains masturbation, exhibitionism, taboo sex, virginity themes, pseudo-incest, nudity, voyeurism, oral sex, submission, spanking and a young, sexually-charged girl losing her virginity in the kitchen to her dominating father, both of them fully aware that what they’re doing is so, so wrong…
Her entire family just stared as the milk poured onto Jenny’s pale white skin, hitting the center of her chest, soaking her bikini top, dripping down onto her short skirt, and running down her legs, onto her tall, black heels.
Jenny’s face flushed red, and she looked up at her father in alarm.
“Oops!” she whispered, and with that her father stood up, staring straight at his teenage daughter.
“Out,” he growled, gesturing to the door. “Everybody…out.”
As her brothers, sisters and mother crept out, Jenny stood, paralysed by fear. She’d never felt so terrified in her entire life - what’s more, the milk was continuing to crawl all over her skin, causing her sensitive nerve endings to tingle. Only when the door shut on the last of her family leaving the room did she regain her senses, and began to creep out of the room.
“Not you,” her father’s husky voice said. “You…are staying right here.”
Jenny’s eyes rolled back. She didn’t understand how her body could be enjoying itself at a time like this, but as the adrenaline pumped through her, she realized what it was:
She felt alive.
She only ever felt like this in the morning, as she played with herself in the bathtub. Or at lunch, when she crept off to the bathrooms to get herself off again. Or when she arrived home from school, and was unable to resist playing with herself as soon as she got home…if the vibrations of the bus hadn’t already gotten her off on the way back.
Even last thing at night, as she sleepily ran her hands up and down her most sensitive areas, she felt like she was truly living.
Now, standing in front of her tall, handsome, muscled, and incredibly masculine father…she felt it again.
She felt alive.
“Please, Daddy…” she begged, not even sure what she was begging for. “Please…”