Sheila's Story - Sex Stories

Sheila's Story

... my shoulders, causing my ass to involuntary shift up. He clutched my shoulders and pushed his groin forward. I could feel his erect penis under his shorts crash into my exposed pussy. I let out a moan, "mmpphh...daddy."

"Feel good, Baby?" He asked.

"Yes, Daddy...You are making me feel so...good. We can't go to far...OK?"

I knew we had already crossed too many lines, and there was no coming back. I could also tell that my dad was sexually uncompromising; he was way too worked up to stop. He was losing control of himself, which did not bode well for me or him.

He told me, "It's OK, Baby. Just relax, so we can enjoy this. We're just having some fun. No need to worry."

"OK, Daddy. I'm sorry." Was my response.

My dad then laid on top of me; the weight of him kept me from having the ability to move. He started jerking his hips in a grinding motion, and I could feel his penis through the cloth of his shorts. His dry humping was driving me into a frenzy. My ass was moving up and down against my dad's shaft. I could hear and feel his heavy breathing in my ear. We were both heading toward the point of no return.

I felt my dad lower his hands. I could sense that he was lowering his shorts to free his penis. Suddenly, I could feel the tip of his penis attempting to enter me. I whispered, "Oh my God, dad. Do you really want to do that to me?" I waited for a response that did not come as he slowly pushed the tip of his cock into me. Again, I whispered, "Daddy, your ...

... dick is in me. Are you going to fuck me? Is that what you really want to do to me?" At this point, my body was aching for him to fuck me. I knew we shouldn't, I knew it was wrong, and I knew we would regret it, but I knew it was what we both wanted. For some reason, I wanted him to say it. I wanted validation that he wanted me so bad that he was, like me, going to live with the bad decision we were making.

Finally, he responded, "I am going to fuck you, baby. I know you want me to. Your pussy feels so good. You want daddy's dick, don't you? Do you want me to fuck you?"

I got my validation, "Yes, Daddy. I want what you want. Please." Once I said that, Dad slammed his entire cock into the deepest parts of me. He stretched my insides; unlike anything I could ever envision. I screamed, "OHHH! MY FUCKING GOD, DAD! YOU ARE SO FUCKING BIG! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO ME!" Dad was relentless with his thrusts, each time going to depths I didn't know existed inside of me. I got on my knees so I could meet every thrust and give my dad all the access he needed to continue slamming into me. Dad clenched my shoulders as he continued with his rhythmic pounding. I could feel my orgasm building like a locomotive. "Dad, I'm going to cum. Your dick feels so good, keeping fucking my tight pussy." Dad moved his hand to my throat. He wasn't gripping me to choke the air out of me, but his hand had a tight enough grip to where it was erotic and sent me over the edge. His other hand came ...