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His Wife and I

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‘Come join us for breakfast! GER! You better eat faster! You are going to be late!’

In a lethargic manner, her daughter dropped the last bite of bread on the plate and made her way out of the house, for a school excursion she had no interest in. With no one else, but the two of us, in the house, it was my duty to do the dishes, since she made breakfast for me.

More than pleased to let me do some chores, she left the table and took a shower in the common toilet, a strange behaviour as she has one in her (master) bedroom. Giving no thoughts to her ‘choice’, I brought all the plates to the sink where an unwashed pan sat, to be bathed by me as well.

Although it was just another off day for me, I wasn’t too inconvenienced by the alarms ringing at my usual wake-up time, rewarding me with an abundance of free time.

Halfway through the dishes, she came out and held me by my hips, forcing me to turn around at her towel-clad body.

‘I’ll finish it. You always take a shower in the morning right? Go go.’

Unsure if she was aware of my off day, it wasn’t a bad idea to start my day fresh, instead of showering only before I sleep (on every day off). I fetched my towel and took a shower like she suggested, taking extra time to give myself a deep-skin cleanse down there.

When I opened the door, I was surprised to see her at the sink, staring right at me. Awkwardly, I stepped out of the bathroom to see her unravel her towel, holding both ends forward like the wings of a butterfly.

Depriving me of any time to react, she strolled up to me and hugged me within the towel, drying my back as her full, perky, B-cups breasts rubbed over my chest. By the time she was done, my cock was selling my primal instincts out, rising seamlessly to a flag-pole position.

In silence, she rotated my back to the window and stood in front of me, stroking my cock affectionately in an up-down motion. I was immensely caught in a dilemma as I was already in a questionable relationship with her daughter. My erection was hard, but otherwise emotionless as my mind broke out into a war.

‘What’s wrong?’

‘I don’t think.. *taking a deep breath* ..we should be doing this.’

‘Is it about my husband?’

‘Yes.. and also your daughter.’

‘O-K. One; you don’t have to worry about my husband. He rented you the room cheap, only because he saw the good in you. He, knows that I know, of his fling with his boss. That’s why he had to go on the ‘business’ trip. And two; whatever you did with my girl, I just know that she is happier now.’

‘So your husband.. rented the room to me, whom he knows can be trusted to let you cheat with.. safely?’

‘Yes, in short. Plus.. you also have a tool.. that.. ‘

Following her disappearance from my eye-level, a hot, comforting warm immediately soothed my tensed, overworked mind, relieving me of any guilt I had doing such disgraceful acts. My quivering knees could not be more obvious, about her skills compared to her daughter who only reenacted what she saw in pornography.

Groaning harshly to her deepening strokes, I was no longer concerned about others seeing us, being completely immensed in the mind-blowing oral sex she was also moaning to.

As her face went closer and closer to my groin, her throat replaced the calming effect of a blowjob for a more agitating sensation, subtly hitting only the tip of my cock with the back of her throat. In no time, I was antagonised beyond containment and helped her up quickly onto her feet, shifting to a more private location of her choosing – her daughter’s room.

Before I could come up with a position, she pushed me onto the bed and dropped to her knees, caressing my cock lovingly as she continued sucking hard on it. Her attack on my loin bombarded me with so much undescripable emotions that I was spasming out of control.

Once I came to my senses, I put her in a doggy style position over the edge of the bed and shoved my cock into her pussy, impaling her right up to her physical limit in one swift thrust. Desperate, shocked, and overwhelmed by my sudden domiance, I make quick, graceful strokes to sooth her worked up body, relaxing her as I stirred her insides to a raging tsunami.

‘Ahhh.. don’t! don’t.. ahhh ahhh.. sto.. stop!’

Just as she cried out those words, I froze all movements and retracted my hips slowly, taking pleasure away from her eager pussy. Although she didn’t asked for more, I could tell how much she needed it from her fingers she kept rubbing her clit with, to remain wet and aroused for my next round of attention.

(I spoke out of breath) ‘Let’s go.. study tab.. ble.’

Like little girl receiving an ice cream, she skipped to the desk and awaited my instruction, to sit on it. It couldn’t be anymore inviting as she slung her arms around my neck as I stepped up to her, cock sliding easily into her pussy that was unnaturally wet.

Moving our hips together, our lips locked in a never-ending kiss, riding out a wave of orgasm I triggered by simultaneously teasing her clit. In a tighter, much more stimulating vagina, I rammed harder and faster to own her body, which she desperately clung onto through the tongues inside each other’s mouth.

(She moaned) ‘Did you.. did you fuck.. her here too.. ahhh ahhh ahhh.. ‘

(I grunted) ‘What.. do you.. think?’

‘I.. I think yes.. ‘

At the same time my cock got thrown off with the sudden contraction of her vaginal walls, a sombre expression flashed across her face, like she was ready to show me the tigress of her home.

Manhandling my butt with the ball of her feet, I was unsympathetically forced into her unmerciful pussy, as if she only existed to torture me. While I broke down in her violent delight, I could spiritually see the end of me.

(She snapped) ‘CUMMING? CUMMING YET?!’

‘Yes.. soon.. soon.. NOW.. NOW NOW!’

Her smug smile quickly turned into a devious grin when my seeds flooded her chamber, spewing my worth until I was ‘nothing (left)’. Guiding my exit through hand signals, I slid my cock out of her at the same time she sealed the hatch shut, effectively trapping all my cum inside her.

For the next few hours, after taking the blue pill she purchased for her ‘initially-faithful’ husband, we went at it again like bunnies, fucking around of the house, in every positions we could manage.

It wasn’t until 1pm when we showered again, before her daughter returned at two. Out of stupidity or wit, I took mummy’s advice to tell her girl that no one else was home, so she could do anything she wanted.

To that, I agreed to her request to ‘do it’ on her parent’s bed, only if she was blindfolded. Under mummy’s close ‘supervision’, I was asked (in whisperings) to replace my cock with fingers just before I came, shoot everything into mummy’s mouth, then sticking my ‘cleaned’ ramrod back inside her girl to continue pleasuring her.

After poking my shagged out wiener into her daughter for the third time, I was informed of her possession of Plan-B pills, which somehow rejuvenated me to pump the fourth, and final load into her little girl, with appropriate authorisation.

At close to 6pm, I retreated to my room for a well-deserved sleep, only waking up the next morning, afreshed, next to the school girl.

I think it’s time to put a stop to the morning sex we couldn’t stop ourselves from, since it was affecting all of our day-life.

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His Daughter and I

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For the low rent I paid, it was an unspoken ‘deal’ to partake a little household duties, like doing the sink of dirty dishes left by my landlord’s teenage daughter. Due to our age gap, I saw her as my ‘daughter’, or younger sister at best.

As a day-shift manager, my work started early, and end at 2pm. It was a daily sight to see her idling on her phone around the house, dressed so loosely without the slightest effort of hiding her underwear-less state.

Standing in front of the sink, I was in a daze as I bathed the plates, unaware of her presence behind me. In one fell swop, she wrapped her arms around my waist and stuck her hands into my bottoms, a pair of running shorts which I leveraged on its built-in netting to go underwear-less.

Unable to wrestle her off simultaneously, she cupped my balls under her palm as she used her other hand to stroke my manhood. Her intrusion marked the first time in my life I actually got violent with a woman, twisting and jerking my hips to throw her off.

Still, I couldn’t ignore her tight grips on my shaft and very-vulnerable testicles, forcing me to just hang onto the kitchen counter as she discovered my masculinity.

(She whispered) ‘It’s bigger than the one in the video.’

‘What video?’

(She whispered seductively) ‘porn.. ‘

Cautioned by my innate instinct to escape this sticky situation, she kept one hand on me at all times as I followed her instructions to ‘turn around’. Standing in front of the kitchen windows, I wouldn’t be surprised if someone caught her, pulling down my shorts only to duck from my springing dick.

My eyes were fixated on her every move, including the silent ‘wow’ when she saw the monstrosity of my penis. There was nothing either of us could do, about my twenty-year seniority from her age.

After spitting a blob of saliva into her free hand, she drizzled them over the entire length of my cock as she lubricated my shaft, in a jerking motion. All I was allowed to do was to stand unyielding to her curious eyes, exploring a male, sex organ upclose.

As her fist continued to slide easily up and down my erection, groans began to escape my tight-pressed lips. Immediately, her attention was turned to my clear signs of submission, weathered-body fall prey to her temptation.

From the pair of eyes I tried to show ‘anger’, ‘frustration’, and the likes, through, I caught her biting her lower lips, as if my pleasure-induced response was turning her on. Looking at her increasingly spiteful face, she brought her lips close enough to my dick that I had to hold her forehead back, though a vengeful squeeze of my balls quickly nullified my reluctance.

(She said sternly) ‘Don’t you dare touch me again.’

Every muscle I had knew better to ignore her warning than let her have her way, but it was too late when a long sigh left my mouth on her descend of my cock. Saliva provided the necessary lube she needed to drag those soft, thin lips along my cock as I clenched my fists harder, determined to keep myself from making any more noise.

Once she synced up her sucking pace to the rhythmic caress of my balls, my body surrendered all controls to her impressive, unseen tongue. Pushing upward lightly on the underside of my penis, she thoroughly soothed the most-susceptible vein(s) on my body, relaxing and agitating me in rapid succession.

Within five minutes, my shivering knees were ready to give way to her unexpected performance of lust. Upon seeing my lightheaded mood, she rose upright and smothered my cock under her perky, FBT-clad ass, wriggling in a weird manner until my tip ‘accidentally’ found its way into one of two wide openings for her thighs.

On contact with her moist, warm lady-part, my (big) head instantly went numb, overwhelmed by both my inexcusable compliance and fantastical encounter of the unimaginable. Carefully, she repositioned my dick between her thigh gap before twerking only as far as my ‘length’.

After a few, long minutes of p-on-p masturbation, that simple, straightforward, back-forth motion proved incapable to quench her escalating thirst as she pressed my cock deeper into the folds of her pussy, trying to get more stimulation from what ironically caused her ‘itch’.

The ambitious young lady then put a foot forward, arched her lower-back in, stuck her ass out, and propped my cock between two fingers as she leaned backwards. I couldn’t believe how my imagination managed to visualise a soft, stiff piece of meat into an equally-fleshy centrefold, thereafter splitting the small gap around the unforgiving pole.

Throughout the whole invasion, she kept her hands on mine, fingernails digging into my skin as her body autonomously conjoined us. Wincing in a supposed mixed of pain and pleasure, her involuntary movements caused unintentional probing (of my cock) inside her.

The minute we stood stationary in our grounds, paid off when I felt the pressure weakening around my shaft.

(I asked) ‘Do you.. still want to continue?’

Turning her head sharply at me, she bit her lips again as she swung her hips backwards over my cock. At once, the empowering wave of pleasure brought my hands to her waist, locking our bodies at an angle she wouldn’t slip out of.

Soon, my body took over her tireless workout and claimed her pussy for itself, shoving my dick in and out of her ravenous (wo)man-cave. Hammering her from the kitchen to her bedroom, she swiftly hopped onto her study table and let me reenter her from the front, this time swinging our hips at each other to get most out of me.

Her increasingly hard grip on my arms grew unbearable as her expression changed, into a voiceless, distressed, worked up look, warning me of an impending orgasm. To that, the effects of our shameless tryst could be felt across my cock, faced with more resistance on each inward thrust.

(She moaned loudly) ‘I.. I.. COME.. COMINGHHHH.. NOWAHHHH!’

I managed to catch her before she fell backwards and hastened my strokes into her, pumping her harder than ever to meet my own end. After ten short seconds, still deeply embedded in her collapsed vagina, I yanked my cock out as my balls snapped for an titillating release.

In the chaotic moment, she managed to lift her shirt high enough to evade all of my importunate sprinkling, staining her abdomen instead. For the while we took to regain our composure, we playfully daubed the organic moisturiser all over her body before showering separately.

At five, her parents returned and dragged some luggage to the door, ready to go on some trip.

(Father said to me) ‘I’ll be going on a business trip to Germany. Can you help me take care of them.. *whispering* ..especially my daughter.. while I’m away? I’ll bring something back for you.’

‘I’ll do what I can. They are pretty independent anyway. Just get me something small, use the rest of your luggage space for them.’

With that, his wife followed to see him off at the airport, leaving their precious daughter with me – for a few more hours.

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Life Lessen

*Ding!*

Holding the ‘door open’ button, I let the girl in a cute, cartoon t-shirt and black, ankle-length maxi skirt exit first, before following her down one flight of stairs. There, she perched her elbows onto the right-angle bends of the railing while I put my bag into a corner, well out of the way.

As I took up my position behind her, she moved her lower-body two steps back, into an almost-90° bend. I then gently put my hands on her waist while hiking her skirt up, into a bundle that draped over her boney hips.

As I wrestled my erection out, the sight of cane-marks across her butt cheeks ached my heart, so much so that I went a little limp. Undeterred, I aimed it between her thighs, swiping across her pussy no more than twice to know how wet she already was.

A playful wriggle of her ass, then lured me out of a daze, bringing my hips into the crack where my manhood slid not-so-easily into her moist opening. Not only did her pelvic bones clamped me down like a vice, I was stretching her soft vaginal tissues like a condom over my dick. It wasn’t until I was halfway out did she ‘snapped’ away from my penis, tingling my senses from that single reaction.

Over that brief, invisible instance, a vacuum was formed in the gap between us (inside of her), sucking me back in to pry those ‘vice’ apart, again. Was it pleasurable? Sure, but it came at the cost of a slight ache, which kind of extended my stamina.

Seeing her writhe and twist in ecstacy, the small discomfort disappeared before I realised. In time, I increased my pace to turn her sighs into moans, satisfaction guaranteed by her smiling face from a sideway glance.

Holding her tiny waist firmly with both hands, I began to ram faster and deeper into her, unconsciously triggering some involuntary, physical response that caused her to leak uncontrollably. Lubricated by the extremely-viscous, unknown fluid, I quickly lost myself in her pussy, pounding her mindless as my hips went berserk for the painfully-pleasurable sensation of sliding through those ‘closing doors (her bones)’.

(She moaned) ‘NGH.. NGH.. NGH.. ‘

Her joyful voice gradually brought me back to her reality, where I was reminded of her constant, almost-on-a-daily-basis beating. And no one, not even her, could expect her body to suddenly translate that physical pain into a sexual stimulation.

As she once shared, ‘masturbation’ was her only escape she had from her abusive family. At some point in her inescapable fate, she found some meaning in life through pleasure, spending most of her waking hours reliving the habit of her younger self. To cope with those long hours of chores she had to do, a pencil cap would be left in her pussy to provide some perk-me-up from exhaustion.

On the night we first met, she was locked out of her house for however long her dad wanted to be intimate with her mum. It was at the void deck of our block she broke down halfway through her recount, and cleverly preyed on my well-intended consolation, to relieve her sexual urge. From then, she only stayed home long enough to be caned, before seeking me out for the ‘cure’.

With no warning, the wordless girl then slapped a hand over her own mouth as her knees gave way, to an orgasm that sent her head backwards onto my shoulder. I immediately slipped my hands under her shirt and massaged her breasts lovingly, sensitising her body further to tighten her vaginal walls around my manhood. Those blunt edges of her bones then vacated my balls, like a tube of toothpaste, emptying me completely on my outward-jerk.

She kept her feet apart as cum backflowed out of her, into a puddle of creamy nectar onto the floor. Out of gratitude, she proceeded to clean me up with her mouth, swallowing whatever my cock was coated in.

Giving me a blank stare while holding my cock loosely, it was as if she wanted more out of my still-hard erection. Tempted by her desirable, susceptible expression, I lifted her up and brought her to the steps, where she laid on with open legs.

Towering over her in missionary, I served her my cock and began making graceful love to her, eyes telling of our unconventional lust. I knew she had picked up on something when she put her hands on my face, pulling me in to her luscious lips.

From that single kiss we couldn’t deny ourselves of, we found a deeper meaning in our connection. Not once did we break contact, as I continued plunging my softer, more mallable cock into her, somewhat elated by how little it hurt in the second round. Spurred by love, she was undoubtedly more enjoyable, compared to the unsympathetic frustration, hunger and self-hate from before.

I assumed, that her teary, curved eyelids, was her way of saying thanks, for showing her the cheerier side of sex. As her mouth gasped repeatedly in a voiceless scream, I realised that I was too, at my limit inside her unforgiving pussy.

Giving her an accidental, constipated look, she forced a smile before wrapping her fingers around the base of my shaft, to calm me down, and to also guide my juice-covered sausage out. A split second after I pulled out, her body began to shiver progessively, giving her the countdown to find a dock for my finale.

All of a sudden, she stretched a hand over her groin as her body unleashed the long-awaited orgasm, leaving me to hold her head still as my cock moved in and out of her pretty lips. Seconds later, it was my turn to shudder, as a second, warm load dribbled out of my tip. Without a flinch, she took all of it down her throat and showed me her ‘devotion’.

By then, I had shrunk as small as I have ever seen, completely satisfied with the result of our hardwork. Once we cleaned everything up, I made my way home, only to receive a shock when she jumped out from behind (me).

Beyond the puppy-eyed look, playful pouted lips, I knew that the danger she faced sleeping outside was greater than at my place. After a shower, we spent the night in bed, listening to her life story.

Since young, she has been taught to touch her own erogenous spots until it became an addiction. Although it felt good, higher education soon brought enough words into her vocabulary to question her dad about his ‘teachings’. When he made sense of the danger he has knowingly put himself in, things finally fell apart, and very quickly so.

While he could not stop her from schooling, he took every opportunity to punish her. At first, he made sure she heard his sexual dominance over her mother, from making unnecessarily-loud groans, to amplifying dirty, smacking noises motivated by sheer violence.

Her instinctive inquisitiveness then led her onto the Internet where she scoured for pornography, which couldn’t be a better reason for her dad to beat the crap out of her. Conflicted by the fear for his own safety, he began chasing her out of the house whenever he needed his sexual relief. Because of that, she had already spent countless nights sleeping in various parts of the block.

On a more controversial note, it was also her misfortune, that she had found solace, in a man ten years older than her, who honestly couldn’t mind fulfiling every sexual fantasies of a blossoming young lady whose body was taking real form. The availability and convenience of a fully-matured, appropriately-competent cock, only prolonged her helpless addiction of an unhealthy lifestyle.

Food for thought;

Could she ever be saved? If there exist some possibilities of salvation, what would ‘recovery’ mean for her? What more (or less) would she have to go through?

Or, would it better for her to live out her life in oblivion, while hoping, praying that a newer, ever-improving society will reduce the number of individuals exposed to such fates?

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Dear Son

WARNING: R21 (duh!): Incestuous content.

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(Boy asked) ‘Uhh.. mommy? ‘

‘Yes?’

‘I don’t know why but I’m a little hard, now.’

‘O.. k?’

‘So can I wait inside the car for a while first?’

Sighing to the unexpected inconvenience, she unbuckled her seat belt and went to the rear seats, asking him to do the same to avoid unwanted attention from passersby. Little did that innocent, young man know, that the ‘supplement’ she gave him, was what caused the mysterious erection.

Joining her in the back, she then told him sternly, to sit still while she ‘checked’ what was wrong. Carefully, she undid his pants and lowered them, along with his underwear, to his knees. To further tempt him, she bent forward, exposing her braless breasts under the V-neck dress, to take a closer look at his manhood.

Touching the very tip of his cock, she endearingly asked if he felt pain. Sliding her fingertip in a circle down his shaft, he consistently replied ‘no’ until he began twitching uncontrollably to a specific downward-trail, the one along the underside of his penis.

‘I.. it feels weird.’

Swiftly, she wrapped her fingers around his upright cock and placed a thumb under the little head, gliding downward to an embarrassed, sustained moan.

(She said) ‘I think it’s here. Let me smell.’

She then brought her nose so close to the tip where he could no longer resist the fantasy of sticking in her mouth, causing him to turn bright red at the top. Slowly, she parted her lips and licked the drop of clear, viscous pre-cum off, heard him groan once more, and bravely took his cock into her mouth.

(He sighed) ‘AHHHH.. OH YES!’

‘SHHH!’

‘sorry! I just.. haaa.. haaa.. ‘

Faced with a cock thicker than the last one she had, she did not expect to get lightheaded, just from tasting and smelling one that was so full of vigour. Driven by her desire to lure him into the unthinkable, she kept bobbing her head as her mind formed the illusions of a savoury, sweet, and tantilating piece of meat that she can never bite, in her mouth.

After a few minutes of insatiable hunger, she replaced her mouth with a hand and whispered for him to ‘help’ her. The curious, uninhibited man then slid a hand over her thigh, moving upward for the bare, naked pussy that was slightly moist.

Rummaging in the unknowns, it took him a short lesson to locate her cilt, where he then used to drive her insanely high, and wet beyond descrip.

(She moaned) ‘Put your fingers inside me.’

‘How many?’

‘Two.. ‘

Her moans grew louder as he pushed those lubricated fingers deep into her, partly surprised as he came in contact with a variety of textures. Twisting, curling, and thrusting his hand, he pushed buttons she didn’t knew existed. At that point, she was so aroused that he was able to fit three fingers inside, and more if he persisted.

(She moaned) ‘OK! ok.. Let’s stop here.’

‘Ok. I’m sorry for getting carr.. ‘

‘No.. *panting* ..not that.’

She led him to the centre of the seat and turned her back towards him, thereafter gracefully descending her ass onto his toned legs. Holding his cock upright, her pussy easily went over his pulsating cock, satisfying her urges while throwing him into another frenzy.

They had barely moved when he began making eerie, unmistakable, deep, gasping groans. In seconds, his pumped-up cock erupted into her pussy that was clearly over-enthusiastic. In between the breaths of air he took to recover, the sexed-up lady unconsciously began moving her hips, grinding back and forth over his still-erected cock, completely capable of pleasuring her.

Within minutes, she was bouncing haphazardly on his lap, shifting him from a ‘numb’ state, to a fully-stimulated one. Once again, he started moaning non-stop, for a longer duration before he grunted another ejaculation into her pussy.

Unwavering, she kept riding him through that orgasm and brought him into the third ‘session’, where she kept a finger on her clit the whole time. As she was enjoying himself, the toy-boy soon went into a different mood, clearly agitated and overwhelmed by rage.

In a shove, she fell to her side and he towered over her. Forcing her legs apart, he plugged her pussy full of cum-covered cock and pumped the life out of her. Gasping and hissing to his new-found personality, she only got wetter to his violence.

(He grunted) ‘YOU LIKE THAT MOMMY? YOU LIKE IT?!’

Placing his thumb over her clit, he vibrated the shit out of her as she swerved in and out of sanity, midway begging him to stop. The merciless man continued overpowering her until she came, fainted, came again, before she finally squirted forcefully into his belly.

Like her, he was unsympathetic about her plight and just kept plowing, unknowingly rocking the car as he fucked her hard and deep. After the longest fifteen minutes she felt, a sudden rush of sensitivity brought him back to reality.

(He groaned) ‘MOMMY.. I’M SORRY!’

He pushed her legs upward as he let the final load go, spraying deep into her overfilled vagina. When he pulled out of her apologetically, the sight of his still-hard state would forever want him in a different way.

The two of them laid where they were for a long time until she regained the strength to sit up, obviously too weak to do any cleanup herself. On the other hand, he did all the messy work and returned their clothes to normality, lastly going for her clit again to ‘re-energise’ her.

Sure enough, it worked and the mother and son went on a brief shopping trip, changing out their clothes for new ones that didn’t have any cum on them. At the carpark under their block, they spent a long time cleaning everything up, before returning home to see an exhausted husband and daughter watching TV.

Needless to say, the four of them slept deeply that night and went on their separate ways again in the morning. Father with daughter, mother with son, to their respective schools. The two cars the family owned would be their little piece of heaven every one could indulge their vice in.

We can only wonder, if they know of each other’s secret.

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Dear Daughter

WARNING: R21 (duh!): Incestuous content.

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(Dad shouting) ‘我回来了！’
Translation: I’M HOME!

Running out of her room, she fell onto her knees just as he sat himself down on the worn out sofa, covered in cracked leather from the years of neglect and overuse. Without hesitation, she unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and brought her face next to his flaccid cock, reeking of perspiration, pee, and disheveled pubic hair as she stroked him for an erection.

Despite all that, she saw no disgust in doing what he had trained her for, to ease his mood as he toiled tirelessly to put a roof over her head, fill her stomach, and buy her clothes that were slightly ‘loose’, though still relevant to what girls her age wore. On top of that, she has learnt to embrace his belief of going ‘braless’ and ‘pantyless’, as long as he is around.

(He moaned) ‘啊.. 啊.. 乖女儿。’
Translation: Ahhh.. haaa.. that’s my good girl.

He sighed as she pumped her fist along his shaft at a steady speed, frequently leaving blobs of saliva to lubricate the uncreative motion of masturbation, while her cheerful, innocent face remained undeterred by his engorged penis.

(He asked) ‘来，坐在爸爸腿上。’
Translation: Come. Sit on daddy’s lap.

Jumping up like a clueless child, she raised a leg over his thighs and sat slightly above his groin, taking her very next chance to wrap her hands around his dick. At the same time she was jerking him off, he had placed his arms around her tiny waist, reaching for her pussy that was long accustomed to his advances.

In the presence of his exposed loin, her body had began to release lubricating fluids, to which he couldn’t be any more excited to feel them coating his fingers without much work. After rubbing on her clit for a minute, her hips began to grind uncomfortably on his belly, unknowingly sliding lower to the point her pussy was pressed along his saliva-covered cock.

(She said softly) ‘daddy.. ‘

(He answered) ‘什么事？要什么跟爸爸说。’
Translation: What is it? Tell daddy what you want.

(She moaned) ‘i.. I want you inside me.. ‘

(He answered confidently) ‘爹地交给你自己来好吗？’
Translation: Can you do it yourself?

‘Nnnghh.. ‘

She responded at the same time she raised herself on her toes, to align his upstanding cock with her pussy for a delayed, controlled ‘drop’ where it caused more ‘misery’ for him than her. Aware of the pain she might experience, he let her lowered herself over him, only coming to a complete stop after two long minutes.

Nonetheless, she had accomplished it and there was no rush in waiting a few more minutes, for her to tease her own clit to relax her unbearable vagina around his meat. When he finally felt more ‘calm’ than ‘despair’, he lightly nudged her back to bend her forward, until her hands were firmly pressed on the coffee table.

Holding firmly onto her petite, perky ass, he rolled her back and forth to bring her pussy up and down his dick, like the sex doll he had selfishly turned her into. With her small frame, it couldn’t get any easier for him to maneuver her in any direction he wanted, while indulging in a front-row view of his ‘accomplishment’.

(She moaned) ‘daddy.. ‘

(He replied) ‘怎么了？’
Translation: What is it?

‘Can I.. turn around?’

Smiling cheekily to himself, he helped her up and spun her around, to hold her tiny body in his arms as he rose to his feet. Moving into the kitchen, he let her hang from his neck as he retrieved her daily ‘medication’ – the highly-acclaimed, completely-illegal drug that created the sense of desire, affection, and reliance she could only look to him for.

Carrying her back to his room, he placed her on the bed and proceeded to savour his spoils in missionary, holding up her feet with one hand like how he changed her diapers, twice, when she was a baby.

In that position, he rammed her as hard as he could and sent her into a mini shocks, like what patients would go through whenever their hearts needed to be ‘restarted’. From that, she drifted in and out of consciousness as orgasms started flooding her small mind, shorting her into random flashes of smiles and pouts.

‘da.. da.. dad.. diiii~’

(He grunted) ‘怎.. 怎.. 么事？’
Translation: Wha.. what.. is it?

(She moaned desperately) ‘I.. no.. can’t.. ah.. ah.. ah.. ‘

(He continued) ‘我也.. 快.. 快.. 不行了.. ‘
Translation: I can’t.. can’t.. any.. just a bit.. mo..

Before they could get another word out, his next thrust placed him in her deepest end as their hips buckled involuntarily, to a standstill.

(He groaned) ‘啊!啊！啊啊啊啊啊啊啊！’
Translation: Ah! Ah! Ahhhhhh!

As abundant his cum was, her juvenile vagina could only contain two of his powerful spurts before the rest overflowed, into the hand she used to salvage them. When he pulled his cock out into her cum-filled palm, she covered her brimming hole with her other hand, without letting go of his spent rod.

Seeing his girl hanging on to her ‘joystick’ so reluctantly, he felt elated, enough to begin thrusting his cock into her generously-lubricated hand, that she held between her cum-smeared thighs. He couldn’t take his eyes off her exhausted, comforted face which remained clean, happy, and even grateful.

(He groaned softly) ‘我又要来了。准备好吗？’
Translation: I’m cumming again. Are you ready?’

(She panicked) ‘Ngh ngh! Ahh ahh!’

In her naive, confused tone, her open mouth hinted at him to go over, emptying his second, equally-filling load into her dropped jaw. Every drop was caught in her mouth and she swallowed it all at one go, much to his surprise.

After resting for a bit, they took a shower and lazed on the couch, awaiting her mother to return from shopping with her older brother.

Part 1 | Part 2