Daughter's needs

When we moved I knew then he'd have to be the one.
Day by day I was becoming more and more horny for him, yet he rebuffed my advances.
But I knew he wanted me, I knew when she went back and visited her parents we'd seek out each other.
Only I didn't think it would be like that.
I'd masturbated in front of him, I'd said many sexual things so he understood it was him, who I wanted to lose my virginity to. Yet we both knew where we used to live, that was never going to happen.
She left at seven in the morning taking a taxi, then flight out to the mainland.
He walked into my room at seven fifteen, naked and with his cock fully erect.
I expected us to take our time, to kiss, fondle and caress one another. I was a virgin, his virgin and yet I was also to become his slut.
Waking to the sight of a hard cock I'd seen him fucking her many times, I knew precisely how big it was, but looking ar it only inches away from my face, it looked enormous.
Lifting straight up out of bed, he had me wrap my legs around his waist. I wanted to kiss him, but that would come later, as would everything else.
But first he put his penis to my vaginal opening and thrust in.
I couldn't even cry out, it hurt that much. I was deflowered, my virginity gone and it wasn't what I'd envisaged.
But he didn't care as he lifted me easily up and down on his huge cock. I held him around his neck and cried with the ongoing pain, but he still carried on fucking me. It was his time to show me what I was going to be with him. Not his wife, not his caring lover, but his horny slut to have from then on, whenever and however he wanted to fuck me.
Throwing me onto my own bed, he turned me over, then got in behind me and drove his cock back into my pussy. It hurt still, yet there was also that familiar feeling too, growing under the pain.
Thrusting, taking me, showing me I was his, totally.
I guess I'd teased him too much. Pushed his sexual boundaries each time I'd played with my pussy in front of him. And he was having me no matter what.
The pleasure grew and I began to push back. He knew then I was going to enjoy him and do anything he wanted.
That's when I lost both of my virginal circumstances. Pulling out of my pussy, he quickly slid his cock upwards and plunged his slippery shaft into my butt hole.
I'm not sure why it didn't hurt as much, yet immediately I began to get great pleasure from him fucking my ass. I'd never played with my ass, so it surprised me just how much I enjoyed the sensations.
Flopping on top of me, driving me down into the duvet, he put his mouth to my ear and spoke for the first time.
"You're mine now. All of you. If I want you, you make sure you're ready".
He fucked me extremely hard then. It began to hurt a little and my asshole seemed to stretching so much. Then as he began to play with my pussy and clit, I orgasmed.
It was pure, so powerful, so energized with our sex that I cried. Not in pain, but with lust, love and a need to let my emotions flow.
He thrust into my body a few more times, yelled out he was cumming and wham his hot sticky cum flooded my bowels.
Lying on me after a minute or so, it was then he turned my head and we kissed. He slid his cock out of my ass and spun us around. I was like a rag doll in his huge muscular arms, and pulling me to him we kissed again.
Lay down now, I finally reached down and took hold of the penis I'd longed to grasp. He shuddered yet continued to kiss me.
Parting after a long time of tongue twisting kisses, I found myself being pushed downwards. Opening my mouth I gave my second blow job. Only this was no farm boy, this was my dad.
We stayed in my bedroom the rest of the morning with my father teaching me everything he knew. I was overwhelmed by the sheer sexual drive he had, as my father fucked me four times and each time he went down in me afterwards.
I'd once heard my mom telling him after hearing them fuck "You're not kissing me now".
It didn't bother me at all. I kissed him and swallowed the cum, pussy and anal juices he passed to me as our tongues danced around one another's.
Two days we spent having sex. I was worn out by the time my moms taxi pulled up. She gave me a knowing smile, and I knew then I was the final point of the family triangle.
Mom still sleeps with him, and they make love. He's a little more considerate with my needs now, but I'm still his little slut, and don't I just love it.
Before anyone asks, yes. But this isn't the time to confess our menage a trois.

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