Sins of the Father, Part 1 - Sex Stories

Sins of the Father, Part 1

... times in his office, begging for his help. No panties under my skirt. Him struggling to end it. Then he made sure there were always people in his office when I came by. I was hurt. 

Until a few weeks later at home. He arrived to an empty house except for me. I called for him to come up to my room. Blinds shut. I sat on the edge of a low, overstuffed chair, hose with garters and nothing else, feet arched with toes on the floor, knees completely open. Soft, white lace around my inner thighs (purchased in another town). Instead of the usual ponytail. my long hair was cascading down my shoulders. "If you don't take me, I'll just let some random boy at school fuck me. Dad, is that what you want?" 
"No. Not at all." Hoarse whisper. "I'm supposed to help you. But... I'm a sinner."
My chest was bare. He was mesmerized. Slowly he knelt down on the floor and kissed me, softly cupping my breasts. I undid his belt buckle and zipper, He freed his massive, throbbing cock. I'd seen some porn on the internet, and I knew he was large. It scared me a little. Just a little. He eased one finger inside me. Being a tight virgin, that was all I could handle. I was sure this was going to hurt.

We moved to the bed, where our bodies caressed and pressed and kissed and licked and sucked. With my legs apart, I softly rubbed the tip of his pre-cummed cock up and down my aching slit. Even with all my juices from him using his tongue to bring my orgasm, my little pussy didn't give much. 

I was ...

... right. It hurt a lot. Even with the towel I had ready, it was a good thing we doubled it. Lots of blood with lots of pain. We both cried after. We prayed for forgiveness. 

We didn't talk about it. What was there to say? It was wrong on all levels. I waited for my little cunt to heal before I set up another opportunity. I knew he'd hate himself. I knew he'd try avoiding it. But I also knew he wouldn't be able to resist. Sometimes it was fucking, pure, and raw, with my legs around him as he pumped into me on a countertop or workbench.  Other times it was making love between my sheets. Blinds shut. He and mom actually seemed more focused on their projects but more affectionate than ever. They were like best friends more than anything. I don't know if they ever actually discussed it, but it seemed they had an understanding. They were having sex with other people. Don't ask, don't tell. Don't have knowledge you'll have to lie about later. Don't do anything that will have people curious-- or gossiping. 

So that went on, with more delicious guilt we couldn't stop. We should have been more careful. We were so worried about neighbors and church people, or other community members, we didn't think about the obvious. Andy. He came home early from his track run early. We didn't hear him because we were soaping up in the shower, laughing.  Dad was ramming me from behind when Andy came in. He opened the glass door to the wet area.

"What the fu--?"

Andy was 16. He knew exactly ...