I fucked my daughter.
I fucked my daughter harder than I’ve ever fucked her mother.
I fucked my daughter so hard, I left scrapes and bruises all over her body.
I fucked her virgin pussy so roughly, she bled profusely—she’s still bleeding.
We’re nearly home, about an hour out, when her squeal of delight hauls me out of my thoughts.
“Look, Daddy! They look like dollies!”
I turn my head to look at the gaping holes of old stores and see large plastic forms mimicking a human body.
“Daddy, stop!” She wiggles in her saddle, and I don’t miss the wince as she does. A perverse satisfaction rolls through me knowing she still has my cock figuratively embedded in her. “Can I please take home some dollies?”
I halt the horses and jump down from the saddle, making my way over to her. I lift her down and place her small feet back on the red dirt, tipping her chin up with my finger. “My little girl is still in there. Right, Bevie?”
“Oh yes, Daddy.” She bounces on her toes. “I’ll always be your little girl.”
How can I deny her after what she willingly gave to me? The greatest gift my little girl could ever give a man, and she chose her daddy.
“Let’s go pick a few out. You can have as many as I can fit in the cart.”
She squeals in delight and runs into the structure, calling me to follow.
It was wrong. I know it was, but I can’t help looking forward to our next outing.