He curled over me, wetly entangling our members, tickling the excited nerves there. I had to suppress a giggle, and curved my lips against his, my heart lightening in my chest. Daddy’s kissing me! Our lips sucked gently against as our tongues engaged in a lustful dance, wriggling and exploring, a language unto its own. I felt closer to him than I’d ever felt before. I felt the love, yes, and I felt the power. For I’d stolen the last piece of him from my mother, and maybe the last piece of himself. I moaned regretfully when he pulled from the kiss, my lips searching blindly for his. When I opened my eyes, I saw a face that was wild with hatred. “A promise is a promise, Leveria.” He hissed, “Get on your knees.” I got off the bed and bent over against the bed frame, my hands gripping the bars tightly as I braced myself. Daddy came up from behind me and kicked one of my legs to the side, parting my thighs. His hands gripped my cheeks and spread me open. I heard him spit, then I felt the glob splatter on my tailbone, drool between my cheeks, and pool about my puckered rim. I shuddered. All other escapades with my father, I’d prepared for beforehand, but I had no preparation for this. I was improvising, and the lack of control terrified me. My body trembled as I braced for his intrusion. Leveria, what the fuck were you thinking?! His tip pressed against me. I stiffened. He pushed forward, applying more and more pressure, dilating my last virgin orifice until my pelvic floor was pressed into my body. I gritted my teeth, hissing and closing my eyes, my knuckles Margo white against the bars I grasped for dear life. He broke through. A screech erupted from my lips, my pitch rising as I felt my father tear through every resistance of my rectum. My knees buckled, my heels gave way, my straightened legs slid pathetically to the sides as his pelvis pressed against my ass. He was all the way in, his terrible hardness opening what was not meant to be opened, touching what was not meant to be touched. I held myself limply against the bars while he retreated from me, praying that he deepthroat hated the feeling almost as much as I did. But that was not the case. He gripped my cheeks tighter and rammed his length into me harder than before. I choked out another cry, certain that my insides were tearing, certain that the damage was permanent. “This is what you wanted, isn’t Leveria?!” Daddy yelled as he thrust again, “You wanted me to hurt you, didn’t you?!” “Stop Daddy, please stop!” I cried. “I guess he got some of the action on his cell phone as well. I arrived at His house nothing unusual outside His truck was in the driveway His wife's car was gone, I parked Margo besides His truck get out and head into the house. The singular bullet hole in her forehead told me how it ended. Mom and Gail excused themselves to get the food ready. How could I manipulate things with her and her brother? Unable to move much from the fuzzy drug deepthroat and my pussy still throbbing from all of the abuse I had just laid there. It's definitely not fair. The contrast between the softness of her tiny breasts and her stiff nipples was sensational. I thrust my tongue into her cunt, swirling my tongue through her depths. Daddy slammed his hips forward, smacking into my rump and burying me deep into Mommy's pussy.