Adultery Hot Family Secrets (Updated : June 26)

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As I spoke, his anger flared; he squeezed my breast hard and growled, "Is fucking more important to you than your education, you whore? Don't you realize the pain will kill you? Get lost, you slut..." He jabbed his cock against my buttocks—right over my skirt—and though his anger terrified me, the intensity of his assault aroused me to the point of madness.

Craving that pleasure, I looked at him defiantly and said, "Pain? Look at how hard you fucked Mom. Yet, didn't she come back to you for more fucking as soon as the pain subsided? I’m asking you—is there any pleasure without pain, Papa? Whatever happens, I just want to be fucked. If I die, so be it; I’d rather die while being fucked blissfully."

 

As I argued stubbornly and adjusted myself so his cock pressed right against my buttocks, he suddenly let go of my breasts and pussy, grabbed my hair... "Are you trying to teach *me* a lesson, you whore? What? You'd even die for a cock, you worthless slut? Is your ass itching that badly for it?" he snarled. Before my feet could even touch the ground, he flipped me face-down onto the table, bent me over, and hiked my skirt up over my buttocks.


Glaring lustfully at my voluptuous, 36-inch-sized, fleshy buttocks—still covered by my panties—he muttered, "Is it looking at these that gave you such a big head about your ass, you stupid cunt? You're acting up because you're fat with lust... just watch how I melt that fat away." With a sudden jerk, he pulled my panties down to my thighs and delivered a stinging slap across my buttock that made my pussy quiver. My father, who had never once scolded or hit me since I was old enough to understand anything, had struck me; the shock killed my desire, and tears welled up in my eyes.

As I looked at him with a terrified, crestfallen expression, he rained down six hard slaps on each buttock, leaving angry red welts; my smooth, golden-hued buttocks were now inflamed and bore the distinct imprints of his fingers. I screamed in agony with every blow, but he snapped, "You said you'd die for it, didn't you, you cheap slut? Can't you even handle this much pain?" Crouching behind me, he spread my buttocks wide with both hands to stare intently at my asshole, then delivered a blow so hard it left raised welts, making me jolt in pain.

As I lay face-down on the table, kicking my legs and sobbing while trying to touch my pussy, he grabbed both my hands, pinned them against my back, and struck my pussy again—making me writhe in agony. Yet, driven by intense lust, he immediately buried his face between my buttocks and began licking my pussy. His tongue worked furiously right at the threshold of my virginity, making my pussy lips flutter and making the pain vanish. Overwhelmed by the rising heat of passion, I clawed at my own hair like a madwoman, moaning, "Aah... Pahhhhpaaahhhh... please... paaaaapaaaa... please... please... please... please... Aaaah... paaa… paaaa..."



Even though I lacked the courage to explicitly ask him to push deeper, I thrust my pussy against his mouth and screamed... As he slowly poked his index finger against my asshole, I cooperated, hoping—at least this time—he would push it inside... Finally, the wonderful man began to force it firmly into my asshole... Although it was just a finger entering my depths for the first time, I welcomed it with the same eagerness as if it were a cock; I endured the pain by clenching my teeth, terrified that he might stop if I complained...

As he pushed his finger past the first knuckle into my anal ring, I thought, "Thank goodness... after all this time, at least my asshole has found salvation..." "Oh God, this is going to be intense," I thought, feeling a thrill of excitement deep down... and just as I was struggling to control the pain, he started fucking my ass with his finger, pushing it in little by little.



As I struggled to control the pain, he began fucking my ass with his finger, thrusting it in little by little. Feeling that finger penetrate the depths of my ass for the first time—thrusting slowly—I felt a wave of ecstasy and revelled in the sensation, gazing longingly at Papa while moaning softly. He kept thrusting the finger deeper, igniting a fire in both my ass and my pussy; I closed my eyes to savor it. Sensing my ass had loosened up, he pushed in a second finger to widen the passage.

As he stood up, squeezing his cock while looking at my ass—and I looked right back at him—I knew anal fucking was definitely on the cards. I lifted my ass to meet his hand and squeezed my own breasts, which had hardened like stones. "Papa... it feels so good. If it feels this amazing with just fingers, imagine the pleasure if you fucked me with your cock..." I urged him on.

He slid in another finger, widening the path with three fingers, while simultaneously pressing his thumb against my clit, making me gush profusely. "Oh my God... you've killed me, Papa... I thought you were going to use your cock, but you finished me off with just your fingers..." I panted, looking at him pleadingly. He grabbed my hair to lift my head, took the fingers he’d used in my ass and put them in my mouth—making me taste my own juices—then led me to my knees and guided his cock to my lips.

Turned on by this, I kissed it and took the whole thing into my mouth... As I was vigorously servicing his cock—ready for my ass—with all my experience, he grabbed my hair, held me in place, and thrust it deep into my throat for a while.



Gasping for air as that eight-inch cock moved rapidly past my throat, I was suddenly yanked up by my hair and bent over the table, lying face-down. Seeing my eagerness—even as I felt intimidated by his intensity—I spread my legs wide to make way for him. Stunned by my desperation, Papa muttered, "You're an even bigger slut than your mother... that whore couldn't handle her itch either and took it in the ass before her pussy on our first night..."

As he rammed his cock into my anal opening, I braced for the pain while simultaneously craving the sensation of it deep inside. "It's okay, put it in, Papa... you've loosened my ass up well... I can handle the pain... I was born from Mom's sluttiness, after all... I drank the milk that came from her getting fucked hard to satisfy her lust... How could I not inherit that same craving? In a way, I might turn out to be an even bigger slut than Mom..."

Even when he delivered a sharp smack to my buttocks—making me scream—the lust in my eyes didn't fade. Noticing this, Papa said, "Trying to outdo my wife, you slut? Are you going to milk a man dry with as much lust as my wife?" and thrust it all the way in, making me scream out loud. Not expecting him to thrust so forcefully, I writhed in agony—feeling as though a stake was being driven into my ass—and tried to push him away with my hands.

He gripped my waist tightly, pressing me against his chest, and thrust deep with every stroke, making me see stars. "You said you could take it, you bitch... well, take it then..." he growled. As I thrashed about, crying out, "Oh... I can't take it... I'm dizzy... oh god...", he suddenly shifted from his measured pace to a furious, rapid rhythm, pulling all the way back and slamming in deep while holding my waist firmly.



My ass had adapted to the size of his cock, and as he pounded away—creating a sound like clapping—my wails filled the air. He grabbed my hair to hold me steady while thrusting; he tore the buttons off my shirt and ripped my petticoat, kneading my breasts roughly. Stunned by the brutal thrusts and the crushing grip on my breasts, I stared at him in shock. "Why are you looking at me like that? Don't you want your ass fucked? Huh? If you don't want it, get lost..." he shouted, shoving me hard against the wall.

With that, his cock slid right out of my ass... I lost my cool when his hands pulled away; perhaps I couldn't bear the thought of that magical sensation in my ass—caused by his cock—coming to a sudden halt and leaving me feeling empty. Craving that pain and refusing to let it stop, I pounced on Papa like a hungry tigress; I grabbed his head with both hands, locked lips with him, and hoisted myself onto the table, lifting my legs to signal him to thrust inside immediately.

As he slid it back into my ass and started pounding, I lay back, looked into his eyes, and challenged him: "Fuck me, you bastard—fuck me hard! Let's see just how rough you can get... if you stop halfway, I'll cut off your cock and cook it!" As I dbangd my legs over his shoulders—giving him the perfect angle—he gripped my thighs tightly and growled, "Oh, I'll fuck you, you slut... I'll fuck you until your ass splits wide open—just you wait!" With that, he began thrusting with lightning speed.



As I jerked and shuddered under the speed of his cock thrusting into my ass, I cried out, "Fuck me... fuck me just like that... You fuck the town's whores, but what sin did *I* commit, you bastard? Aren't you my father? Don't you have any responsibility?" Even as I took that pounding and reached my climax, panting, he violently tore off my shirt, grabbed me by the hair, dragged me over, and bent me against the wall, resuming his brutal fucking of my ass.



He pinned me against the wall as I bounced under his force. After I climaxed and trembled from his speed, Papa paused briefly before hammering into me again; he pushed me away from the wall, pinned me against my bedroom door, and fucked me so hard it felt like my ass would shatter. Just as I reached the peak again, he lifted me up and threw me face-down onto the bed. Under the onslaught of his furious fucking—having already climaxed multiple times—I thought, "Oh God, what kind of fucking is this? My ass is on fire... I can't handle his anger..." When he threw me down like that, I thought it was the perfect moment to escape and tried to get up, but he grabbed my legs, snarling, "Where do you think you're going, you whore?" He dragged me back, pinned me down, and thrust deep into my ass again.



He pressed down hard on my back, pounding me mercilessly for another ten minutes until I was completely spent; just as I was trying to relax, he grabbed my hair, dragged me along, forced me onto my knees, shoved his cock into my mouth, and began pounding my throat. As Papa finally came—spewing his load all over my mouth and slapping my face with his cock—I saluted the wild, ecstatic ride he’d just taken my ass on.

While sucking up and swallowing his juices, I moaned, "You blew my mind, Papa... you gave me ecstasy on the very first go... hurry up and set a date for my pussy too, so you can fuck it however you like, my man..." Smiling, Papa kissed my forehead and lay down beside me, saying, "Until your wedding, only let yourself be fucked in the ass, no matter how much anyone pressures you... whoever desires you, just give them your ass... and don't let a single finger touch your pussy until I say so, sweetheart..."




Looking at him with a smile, I asked excitedly, "So, from now on, if someone wants to fuck my ass... it's okay, Papa?" He looked back calmly and said, "From this moment on, your ass isn't yours anymore, you whore—it belongs to the town... anyone who wants to will fuck your ass... even if it's a beggar, you have to take it patiently like a good whore, just like your mother... you must satisfy everyone's desire..." Saying this, he turned me onto my side to expose my ass and thrust his cock back in without even a five-minute break.

Startled, I said coquettishly, "What, Papa? Already?" As he grabbed my breasts and began to fuck me slowly, he replied, "From now on, you won't even get that much of a break..." "You silly girl... they’ll keep stuffing as many cocks as possible into you and fucking you all day long without a single break..." As Papa spoke these words while fucking me hard, my lust surged again.

"I’m here for everything, darling... I won’t let you face any trouble..." he said, flipping me over and mounting me... Perhaps realizing I couldn't take much more, he finished in about ten minutes and ejaculated into my ass; then, mixing that fluid with my own juices in his hand, he taught me right there in the kitchen how to prepare  special desert for us... Afterward, he took me to my room, laid me down, lovingly fed the desert to me, and said, "Sleep soundly, sweetheart... I’ll go out for some time" before walking out.