1. Schoolgirl Uniform; Jenny Ch. 02

    Date: 1/14/2020, Categories: Incest / Taboo Author: byPrevertedMe, Source: Literotica

    This story involves the forced โ€“ yet ultimately embraced โ€“ sex between a father and daughter. If you do not like these types of stories... please move on to something you do like. However if such stories are something you appreciate โ€“ realizing they are mere fiction and fantasy โ€“ please enjoy. ***** Jenny lay where her daddy had left her; atop her bed with her legs hanging over the edge and her feet dangling. The only pieces of her clothing that weren't in disarray or destroyed were her black shoes and white, knee-high socks. Her school uniform's skirt was piled up around her waist, exposing her torn white panties and wet, used sex with its glistening pink lips. Her white blouse lay open, her destroyed bra letting her full B-cup breasts roll free upon her chest with her breaths. Her naturally beautiful features were flush as she lay there, absently nibbling at her lip. Her father had told her not to move, so she didn't. Except to wipe at a few tears slipping from her dark eyes to run down her cheeks. Her body might have been still, but her mind was not. It kept thinking about what had happened . . . trying to understand it . . . and what it all meant going forward. After she'd been caught giving a boy head at school, her father had been summoned from work and told of her indiscretion. He'd been upset. Which he had a right to be. And he'd spanked her. All of that made sense. Even if she didn't like it. But what didn't make sense was how her body had responded to the spanking . . . and how her father had reacted. She'd gotten aroused. Her panties had grown wet. And he'd fucked her. Not only had he fucked her, he'd done so with primal, animalistic passion. He'd taken her forcibly . . . taken her for his pleasure. All the while calling her filthy, obscene names. And she'd loved it. She'd had her strongest orgasm ever, her body writhing and thrashing in rapturous ecstasy like never before. True, at barely eighteen, she hadn't had a lot of orgasms. But she knew the difference between what usually happened with the boys from school and what had with her father. She hadn't wanted it . . . had tried denying her body's desire . . . its craving to have him inside her. Her mind had reeled with the taboo of it . . . the impropriety of it. Or so she'd told herself at the time. But recalling how she'd responded, she started to question her conviction. She had no idea how long she laid there thinking about this, only that her legs were starting to fall asleep before she heard his footsteps coming down the hall. Then he was in her room, a bottle of whiskey in one hand, two glasses in the other. Still in his slacks and open dress shirt, he smiled when he saw that she was right where he'd left her. "You need to use the bathroom?" He asked. Looking up, Jenny meekly nodded. "Go." He jerked his head in the direction of the doorway and the hall bathroom. Climbing off the bed, she headed across the room on weak legs. In the bathroom she considered removing her torn ...