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reblog-3rd · 3 days ago

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Inbetween

Just a short little something after seeing these sexy pics

You were just putting the final card into your new Vanguard deck when your phone buzzed. A photo from Jiheon popped up — a blurry selfie of her sprawled on the couch, blanket tangled around her legs, hair in a loose bun. She looked pouty and bored. Underneath, a message:

“Come over. I’m lonely.”

You rolled your eyes, but already your keys were in your hand.

The drive to Jiheon’s place felt familiar — the kind of route your car could take blindfolded. You thought about how long you’d known her. Since your last year of college, and her second. You’d met by accident — you were sliding out of a seat in a lecture hall when she turned to you and said, “Why are you in this class? Isn’t this like, Intro 101?”

You’d raised an eyebrow and explained that her “intro” class was actually a right after for your higher-level course the course she just sat through. She blinked, then grinned.

“Oh. Okay, Mr. Smartypants.”

She’d called you that ever since.

From that moment on, she was a constant in your life. Bright-eyed, sarcastic, fiercely loyal. You’d seen her through all kinds of chaos — tear-stained breakups, half-baked get-rich schemes, failed job interviews and small personal triumphs that felt like gold medals. No matter what, Jiheon carried it all with a crooked smile and a razor-edged wit that never dulled.

You pulled into her complex and headed up without knocking. The apartment was quiet — suspiciously quiet. No Hayoung. No Nagyung. Not even Jiwon’s voice echoing off the kitchen walls. Just Jiheon.

You found her in the bathroom, sitting on the counter in a hoodie three sizes too big, idly brushing her hair. She looked up and beamed when she saw you.

“Ah! You came!”

You frowned at her, genuinely confused by her excitement.

“Yeah… you’re my friend? Why are you acting surprised?”

She gave you a look and tossed the brush down.

“Don’t get smart with me. You’ve been MIA. Work, your move — I haven’t seen you in, like, forever.”

You leaned against the doorframe with a sigh.

“That was two weeks ago. And all of last week you were busy with what’s-his-name. How’s that going, by the way?”

Jiheon’s expression faltered. She looked away for a second before muttering,

“I visited him at work. He was sleeping with his boss.”

The bathroom went quiet, save for the sound of the brush clattering on the counter. You winced.

“Damn. Well, fuck him. Honestly, he was forgettable anyway.”

She laughed, but it was small and tired.

“Thanks, Smartypants.”

You smile and say, “Anytime.”

The two of you sit in the quiet hum of her apartment, the kind of silence only close friends can share without it feeling awkward. Jiheon leans her head against your shoulder, absently pulling the sleeves of her hoodie over her hands as the TV flickers in front of you, muted.

Her presence is warm, familiar. You’d sat like this a hundred times before — post-breakup, post-party, post-bad-days — but something in the air felt different now. Maybe it was the way her hair smelled faintly like vanilla shampoo, or how her fingers brushed against yours without pulling away.

A minute passes. Maybe two. You shift your weight, then stand up.

“Let’s go on a date.”

She blinks, turning toward you from where she’s curled up on the couch.

“Huh?”

The word drops out of her like a reflex — confused, caught off guard. Her brows knit, her lips part just slightly.

You look down at her, hands in your pockets, speaking more from instinct than plan.

“I dunno. It just seemed like a good idea.”

You watch as she processes. Her eyes search your face for a punchline, but find none. She sits up straighter now, not alarmed, but suddenly very alert — like she’s trying to make sense of a new rule in a game she thought she’d already mastered.

“You mean like—” she gestures vaguely between you, “—us? A real date?”

You nod once, not backing away from her gaze.

“Yeah. You and me. Dinner. A movie. We can even pretend we don’t already know each other’s favorite orders and the name of your fourth grade math teacher.”

She lets out a soft laugh at that, eyes wide but not retreating. There’s a long beat, and then she says, quieter now:

“Why now?”

You consider it for a moment. The easy answer would be “why not?” But you owe her honesty.

“Because… when you said you were lonely, I realized I’ve been lonely too. But not in the way I thought. I missed you. Not just the hanging out, or the games, or the texts. I missed us. And maybe we’ve been pretending for a while now that there’s nothing more here… but I don’t want to pretend anymore.”

She swallows, her mouth parting again like she wants to say something, but can’t quite find the words yet.

You smile gently and add, “We can keep sitting here like always. We can forget I said anything. But if there’s even a small part of you that wants to see where this could go… come with me.”

The pause that follows isn’t filled with tension — it’s filled with a quiet possibility, like the moment before the first card is played in a match that means something.

Then, finally, Jiheon stands too. Slowly. Thoughtfully.

“Okay,” she says.

“But you’re paying.”

You grin. “Obviously.”

She rolls her eyes, but her smile betrays her.

You don’t even make it ten minutes down the road before things start to go wrong.

First, the restaurant you chose — a cute little ramen place she once mentioned in passing — turns out to be closed for renovations. Jiheon gives you a pitying look as you stare at the locked door like it might open if you believe hard enough.

“Strong start,” she deadpans.

“Bold of you to assume I don’t plan my failures ahead of time,” you reply.

Plan B? Tacos. But the GPS reroutes you three times, and Jiheon is clearly trying not to comment on how you nearly drive into a bike lane twice. By the time you find parking, it starts raining.

She looks at the sky, then at you.

“I knew I should’ve brought a jacket. This is how I die, isn’t it?”

“If I knew you were this dramatic I never would’ve asked you out.”

“You’ve known me for years. You absolutely knew I was this dramatic.”

The two of you make it into the taqueria drenched and laughing, clothes sticking awkwardly. Inside, you find one table left — directly under an air conditioner blasting arctic wind. Jiheon’s teeth chatter as she unwraps her taco.

“Romantic,” she says. “Free hypothermia with every meal.”

You raise your cup of horchata in mock-toast.

“To suffering.”

Despite it all — or maybe because of it all — the night starts to feel fun. Familiar. Real.

You fall into your usual rhythm: teasing, inside jokes, shared memories. She laughs until she nearly spits out her drink when you remind her of that time she tried to dye your hair “silver fox” and turned it lavender instead.

“You looked like a K-pop idol who got kicked out of the group for tax evasion.”

“You said I looked distinguished.”

“I lied. I was trying to protect your dignity.”

After dinner, the movie theater you’d picked is sold out, and the only other one nearby is showing the worst-looking romcom imaginable — Jiheon raises an eyebrow at you and says,

“You sure you’re not trying to make me break up with you mid-date?”

But you buy the tickets anyway, and to your shared horror… the movie ends up being hilariously awful. By the halfway point, Jiheon’s whisper-commentary is making you wheeze with laughter.

“Why is this man allergic to shirts? Is that a plot point?”

“I think it’s his trauma. Or maybe his fashion choices are the trauma.”

“God, they’re about to kiss again. You owe me popcorn refills.”

You both stumble out of the theater an hour later, wheezing and half-crying with laughter. You can’t remember the last time you had this much fun.

Back in the car, parked outside her apartment, there’s a quiet lull as the engine ticks softly. Jiheon looks at you. Not with her usual smirk or a sarcastic quip — but something softer, unreadable at first.

“That was terrible,” she says finally.

You grin. “Completely cursed.”

“And I still had the best night I’ve had in months.”

Your grin fades into something gentler.

“Yeah. Me too.”

She doesn’t look away, doesn’t laugh it off this time. Instead, she leans in — just slightly. Testing. Inviting.

“So… second date?”

“God, yes.”

She smiles, and this time it isn’t crooked or teasing — it’s full.

And then, finally, she kisses you.

Disaster or not, this is the best date either of you have ever had.

You smile as she breaks the kiss, her breath still brushing against your skin. She looks at you for a moment longer than necessary, eyes lingering like she’s memorizing your face. Then, almost shyly, she murmurs,

“Wanna come inside?”

You follow her in.

The apartment is dimly lit, warm and familiar. Her jacket lands in a heap on the couch, and she kicks off her sneakers with the casual chaos of someone who lives alone and likes it that way.

You glance around, noticing something’s off.

“Where’s the gang?” you ask, referring to her usual group of friends — loud, opinionated, always draped across her furniture like they pay rent.

Jiheon shrugs, already halfway through rummaging for snacks in the kitchen.

“I think they mentioned something about a carnival and the night market downtown.”

You blink.

“That sounds like fun. Why didn’t you go?”

She bounces slightly on her heels as she emerges from the kitchen, chips in hand, a little sheepish.

“Um… I don’t know. It felt weird? Like, everyone was hyped about it and I just… kept thinking about how cool it’d be to hang out with you, tbh.”

You give her a look — the kind that says “you are so bad at hiding how sincere you are.”

“You’re so dramatic.”

She grins unabashed.

“And I was right! We had a fantastic night.” Her voice is high with excitement, like she’s still riding the buzz of the evening.

You smile, softer this time.

“So… what now?”

Jiheon looks at you with a mischievous glint, hopping backwards toward the couch.

“I sit on your lap and play Overwatch, obviously.”

You snort.

“Okay, that’s a weirdly specific fantasy.”

She winks.

“Give me Eighteen minutes. Timer starts now.”

You assume she’s joking.

But sure enough, seventeen minutes and some change later, you’re seated on her couch, a controller in one hand, the other arm awkwardly draped as Jiheon settles herself squarely in your lap — headset on, fully immersed in a competitive match. She leans back slightly, totally at ease, like this is the most normal thing in the world.

It should be weird. It should be.

But it’s… weirdly comfortable.

The warm weight of her. The sound of her muttering callouts under her breath. The flicker of game colors dancing across her walls. The hum of the console. The faint scent of her shampoo.

Somewhere between her shouting “PUSH POINT, YOU COWARDS” and your third yawn, your eyelids start to droop. You barely notice it. Your body relaxes under hers, lulled by her voice and the gentle rhythm of explosions and victory music.

Jiheon glances down once, mid-match, and smiles when she realizes you’ve dozed off — one hand still loosely around her waist. She doesn’t say anything. Just shifts slightly to let you breathe easier, and keeps playing.

You wake up two hours later on the same couch but Jiheon is gone. You look around for her until you hear moaning from her bathroom. At first you ignore it until she says your name. You rush to her to find her playing with herself. At first your speechless until she says

“Since you’re here, fuck me!”

You barely have time to think before you undo your pants and your stroking your cock for her. Her look is so intense and inviting you just can’t help it. You don’t even think about getting a rubber or doing anything like that.

You slide inside with mind numbing ease as she takes all of you. You groan

“Fuck Heoni you feel so good,” Jiheon turns her face to yours and says,

“You’re so big inside me,” as she backs her ass up into you. You groan as she convulses around your cock.

“Shit Jiheon,” you say as you start thrusting inside her. She coos and moans as she feels you hit her cervix,

“Fuck keep going!” She moans as you keeping ramming your cock. Her breath is ragged as her see through top invites you to slip your hands under the shirt and grab her perfect mounds.

She moans as your hands run all over her body. Her walls are velvet as the happily let you venture deeper into her tight snatch. Jiheon moans before staring back at you,

“This is gonna need to be an every weekend thing now!” You growl. Jiheon smirks

“Does Mr Smarty pants love my pussy?” She teased as she clenches around you,

You groan and say “yes! It’s perfect,” Jiheon smiled then adds,

“Well then as long as we can go on cute dates and I can play overwatch while sitting in your lap I’ll happily let you fuck me,”

You smile and say, “I love you,” Jiheon blushes at that before running into her wall of release. She groans as her pussy tightens around you despairing to milk you for all your worth before she squirts all over your cock. You groan as she moans trying to outlast her but she gives you that sultry needy look and you lose it.

Three hard pumps more and you’re flooding her pussy with cum. You can’t help it. Seeing her in the bathroom mirror so lost to pleasure just sets you off.

As the both of you come down the bathroom door opens and the rest of Jiheon’s crew find you balls deep inside her. Chaeyoung laughs and says, “Took you two long enough!”

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Couch Fucked by the Boy Next Door

I stumbled out of the lift, the world spinning slightly, my body warm from the alcohol coursing through my veins. My fingers fumbled with the keys, the ring slipping once, twice, before I finally got the right one into the lock. I shoved the door open lazily, leaving it ajar behind me — even the metal gate was left unlocked.

I barely made it to the couch before collapsing, my white tube top sliding slightly as I fell, exposing a sliver of underboob and my soft stomach. My snug black Calvin Klein shorts clung to my hips, but it was the black fishnet stockings underneath that drew attention — stretched tight over my thighs, framing every inch of skin like lingerie I hadn’t meant to wear out. My platinum-blonde hair fell over my face as I buried myself into the couch cushions, too drunk to care, too tired to move.

Across the hallway, Riaz noticed.

We’d known each other forever — childhood friends, practically siblings in name, but something had shifted with age. There was a quiet tension between us, unspoken but constant. He never said a word, and neither did I. But we both felt it. A charged silence. A dangerous, unsaid craving.

He stood in his doorway, watching me, frozen. My legs curled on the couch, ass barely covered by the shorts, fishnets clinging to my thighs, tattoos visible under the warm indoor light. I looked wrecked. Spent. But soft. So vulnerable. So inviting.

He swallowed hard. Something in him snapped.

Barefoot, silent, he padded across the hallway. The open gate, the unlocked door — it was an invitation. A careless, drunken mistake. But it felt like fate. He stepped inside, standing over me, his shadow long and tense. I didn’t stir — just let out a sleepy little sigh, one arm limp over the edge of the couch.

He knelt beside me.

His hand reached out slowly, brushing his fingertips against the soft skin of my waist where my top had ridden up. I shivered at the contact but didn’t wake. That emboldened him. His lips followed next — grazing the side of my neck, taking in the scent of sweat, perfume, and the trace of alcohol.

“You look so fucking good like this,” he murmured into my skin.

His hands slid down to my hips. He hesitated just a moment… then gripped the waistband of my shorts and peeled them down — slowly, carefully — revealing the full length of the fishnet stockings clinging to my bare legs. My pussy, barely hidden beneath the mesh and my soaked panties, twitched at the rush of cool air. He left the fishnets on.

He leaned over me, pressing his lips to mine — slow, testing. I stirred under him, eyes fluttering open, dazed, unfocused.

“Riaz…?” I slurred, brows furrowed in confusion.

“Shh. It’s me.” His voice was low, soothing. His mouth returned to mine, more forceful this time — and I didn’t pull away. My body responded instinctively, parting my lips for his tongue, my thighs falling open just slightly.

He tugged my panties aside beneath the stretched fishnet fabric, fingers slipping between my folds. I gasped. I was already wet. Soaked. Dripping. From the alcohol? From the touch? Maybe both. My hips lifted into his hand.

“So fucking wet for me… You want this, don’t you?” he whispered, breath hot against my cheek.

I moaned softly in response, biting my lip.

Then I felt him shift — the rustle of clothes, the soft thump of denim hitting the floor. His cock, thick and throbbing, pressed against my entrance. He didn’t bother undressing me further — just shoved forward, slowly but firmly, sinking inside me inch by inch.

My head rolled back as a sharp gasp escaped my lips. “F-fuck…”

“God, you’re tight,” he groaned, grinding deeper until he was buried to the hilt.

He began to thrust, hips rolling as he fucked me on the couch, the fishnets biting faintly into my thighs with every movement. His grip on my hips grew rougher, his mouth trailing hot kisses up my neck.

Then he shifted again — rising onto his knees, grabbing me by both thighs.

In one fluid motion, he flipped me into a new position — folding me onto my back, lifting both of my legs high and wide, his grip locking around the backs of my knees. He pushed them up, pressing them tightly against my chest, nearly folding me in half beneath him.

My ass was lifted slightly off the couch, my knees bent and pinned back, body completely exposed. The fishnet fabric framed my thighs and calves as they stretched under tension, my pussy wide open and helpless under him.

He slammed into me hard.

The angle was brutal. Every thrust hit deeper, pounding up into my core, his cock reaching places I didn’t even know existed. I cried out, arms helpless at my sides, my body jolting with every punishing stroke.

"You like being folded up and fucked like this, huh?" he growled, sweat dripping down his chest as he hovered over me, his hips snapping forward again and again.

"Yes—fuck—Riaz!" I screamed, my voice shattering into moans as my orgasm started to rise. “Don’t stop—don’t you fucking stop—!”

His eyes locked onto mine, raw and intense, and he kept going — faster, harder, the couch groaning beneath us, our bodies slapping together wetly, lewd sounds echoing through the room.

I came hard — convulsing beneath him, helpless in the tight hold, my scream caught in my throat as pleasure tore through me. My legs twitched against his grip, muscles trembling, cunt pulsing around him.

But he didn’t stop.

His rhythm became erratic, messy, desperate — until finally he let out a low, guttural growl and slammed in deep one last time, cock buried to the base, thick spurts of cum flooding my pussy.

We stayed frozen like that for a moment.

Then, slowly, he let my legs fall back down. My body was limp, used, shaking slightly with aftershocks. He leaned down and kissed me again — this time slow. Soft. Tender.

"This... changes everything,” he whispered, his forehead resting against mine.

“I know,” I breathed, a dazed smile spreading across my lips. “I was hoping it would.”

My body was still trembling when he pulled out, a slow slide that left me aching and empty. I lay there, limp on the couch, legs sprawled, lips swollen from his kisses, his cum slowly leaking out of me, soaked into the mesh of my fishnets.

But Riaz wasn’t done.

He sat back, resting against the arm of the couch, his chest rising and falling as he stared at me — and then he spoke, voice still ragged but laced with hunger.

“One more round,” he growled. “Come here.”

I looked at him, dazed. “You’re serious?”

He smirked and tapped his lap. “You’re not gonna tell me you’re done, are you?”

I couldn’t say no. Not when his cock was still hard. Not when I still felt so fucking needy, so full of fire from what he'd just done to me. I climbed onto him slowly, straddling him with my back to his chest.

His hands immediately grabbed my thighs, guiding me into position. He didn’t ease me down gently this time — he slid his cock right back into me, thick and still wet, making me gasp as I was filled again.

Then he moved.

One arm hooked beneath my knees, lifting both of my legs upward and holding them close to my chest. His other arm reached back, curling around my neck, not choking me but holding me locked against his body, bent and helpless — folded in reverse this time, my back pressed to his chest, my ass lifted, my pussy stretched tight and impaled on his cock.

I was in a full nelson — I was perched on his lap, suspended in his grip, held open and up, my legs in the air, my body entirely at his mercy.

And then he slammed into me.

“Oh my God—” I cried, my voice pitching as the air punched from my lungs.

He thrust up from beneath, hips pounding into me like a machine, his grip rock-solid as he bounced me on his cock. My legs kicked slightly, useless in the air, while his grip kept me high and open, taking every merciless stroke.

“You feel that?” he hissed into my ear, his voice hot and dominant. “You love getting wrecked like this, don’t you?”

I moaned, trying to answer, but his cock hit so deep I could only whimper. Each thrust slammed me down onto him — loud, wet slaps of flesh-on-flesh echoing in the room, his cum from the first round mixing with my slick as it dripped between us.

My back arched, shoulders against his chest, his forearm keeping my legs pinned up tight as he used my body like a toy — up and down, again and again, stretching me open, drilling into the deepest parts of me.

“R-Riaz—fuck, you’re gonna make me—” I cried, body quaking.

“I know. I feel you clenching.” He didn’t stop. He only thrust harder, deeper, every motion raw and punishing.

I shattered.

My orgasm hit like lightning — violent, full-body, my scream muffled as he kissed the side of my neck. My body shook, limp in his arms, but he kept fucking me through it, his cock twitching inside me, getting close.

“Take all of it,” he groaned.

And with a final brutal thrust, he pushed deep and stayed there, cock buried, releasing a second hot load inside me, balls tightening as he growled against my skin.

We both stayed like that — tangled, slick with sweat, his arms still wrapped around me, my legs draped over his forearm.

“You’re mine,” he breathed, almost possessive.

And I didn’t argue.

I thought we were done.

My body was twitching, stretched and spent, thighs sticky with his cum, my voice raw from screaming his name. But Riaz wasn’t finished — not even close. He slid out of me slowly, cock still hard, shining with the mess we’d made.

He stared down at me, his hand trailing down my stomach, across the fishnets still stretched around my legs, and he gave a dark, crooked smile.

“You think we’re done?” he whispered.

I barely shook my head, lips parted, chest heaving. “I… can’t even move…”

“Good.” His voice dropped. “You don’t need to.”

Before I could ask what he meant, his arms were under me — one hooked under my thighs, the other gripping my back — and with a sudden surge of strength, he lifted me off the couch. My legs dangled briefly, then he adjusted his hold, locking my thighs around his waist and grabbing underneath my ass to support my weight. My back arched slightly, arms instinctively wrapping around his shoulders for balance.

Then, he stood up fully, holding me in the air, pressed against his chest — my body completely off the ground, suspended.

“R-Riaz…?” I gasped, wide-eyed.

He said nothing — just walked me backward until my back hit the nearest wall with a thud.

And then he thrust upward.

“Oh fuck—!”

He drove his cock deep into me from below, using the wall for leverage as he fucked me mid-air, holding my entire body up with sheer strength and force. My legs quivered around his waist, ankles crossed behind his back, helplessly clinging to him as he pistoned into me like a machine.

My hands clawed at his shoulders, eyes rolling back as each slam lifted me slightly against the wall before gravity pulled me back down his cock again — again, and again, and again.

“You love this,” he grunted, fucking harder. “Being held. Pinned. Filled.”

“Yes—yes, Riaz—don’t stop—fuck me like this—” I cried out, my voice barely holding together.

My head tipped back as the next orgasm built like fire in my stomach. I was weightless, powerless, suspended and used — every thrust bouncing me in his arms, every inch of his cock pressing deeper as he jackhammered upward into me.

“Look at you,” he growled. “My fucking ragdoll.”

I shattered again — hard — back arching, nails digging into his shoulders, cunt clenching desperately around him.

And still, he didn’t stop.

He gritted his teeth, fucking through my climax with frantic thrusts, growling as he neared his own edge. One final, brutal slam buried him deep inside me.

He came hard — his cock pulsing deep in my cunt, hot cum pouring into me, filling me once again as I hung in his arms, body shuddering from the overstimulation.

We collapsed together, finally — his knees buckling as he carried me back to the couch, laying me down gently. My legs slid open, still trembling, dripping with everything he’d left inside me.

He knelt beside me, breath ragged.

“Now,” he smirked. “Now we’re done.”

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reblog-3rd · 4 days ago

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more no bra maxene

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young maxene

tempting us without a bra

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i cant resist tossing this slut around and fuck her so hard any time

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her body is so perfect.

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mhmmmmm so tight

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Forced Taboo

Chaewon's heart jumped as soon as she walked into the living room. Her mother had left for a three-day work trip, and having arrived home from college for the summer, Chaewon intended on spending quiet weekends with her father, Randy. They'd planned for the day. In the morning, after she'd gotten up, they'd cook breakfast together as they had done on weekends since she was a child. Afterward, they would go for a walk on the beaches of Santa Monica, catching up and enjoying time together, making up for the time they lost since she left for college nearly a year ago.

Those plans were the last things on her mind the moment she walked in the living room. Her father sat on the couch, his hands up on the air as a masked man, standing just a few feet away from him, held a gun toward him. Still shaking, Randy jumped as he acknowledged Chaewon's presence, then darted his eyes to the masked man again, looking as helpless as Chaewon, in her 18 years, had ever seen her father.

"Oh, dad! What's going on?" she screamed and took a step back, her knees wobbly, as soon as she saw the scene unfolding in front of her. Never in her life had Chaewon been so scared. In the peaceful family in which she grew up, where her father and mother taught her to use words and denounced all forms of violence, no guns were ever seen or considered; she hardly heard a harsh word from her parents, whether directed at her or each another. Yet, here, her father sat with a gun pointed at him.

"Shut up and sit down," the man commanded, his voice crackling and filled with rage as he pointed the gun at the couch, signaling for Chaewon on the chair across from a father.

"Before you say anything stupid," the man began, his eyes glaring at the both of them. "I don't want your money."

He stopped for a second to let the words sink in, yet it didn't make it any easier on Chaewon's heart. The college freshman from American University could feel her heart pounding, not knowing what to expect or what was to become of her family. In that moment, she wanted Mom. While she loved and always got along with her father, her mother had always been a source of comfort, and deep inside, she wished Mother would all the sudden show up, and call the police, and hold her and dry her tears. Chaewon snapped back into reality by the intruder's voice, and jumped, as the man continued.

"What I want is to see you naked," the man said to Chaewon, staring at her up and down and focusing on her chest, hidden from view by her arms. Still wearing her pink and yellow pajamas, Chaewon didn't look at all like the confident, intelligent 18-year-old freshman who led many volunteer and community projects since she was a pre-teen.

"Now, stand up, and start stripping, and your dad and I are going to watch," the intruder commanded, his eyes as serious as his tone, while making motions with his gun.

"She … I …," Randy stammered, his hands trembling as he tried to protest.

"Shut up and just watch," the man interrupted. "I know you want to watch her," he man barked in an accusing tone, one that all the sudden made Chaewon sick to her stomach.

"Do it now!" the man said, pulling back the charging handle, as he chambered a round and pointed it at the teen, determined to prove to them he wasn't bluffing.

Reluctantly, Chaewon stood up and with her eyes to the ground, began unbuttoning her pajama shirt, her hands shaking from both fear and shame as she stood between the man and her father. For Chaewon, there was still a moment of salvation. She could turn away from her father and he would never have to see her naked. She would never have to be so openly naked in front of her dad.

Shame washed over Chaewon. Sure, she was comfortable with her dad, but to display her body for him in such a manner, she could never live with herself. She could never live with the idea of allowing her father to watch her strip, showing her tits, and then, even worse, having him look at her nakedness from the front, able to look at what was between her legs.

On the couch, Randy trembled as his eyes focused on his daughter, hoping, wishing she weren't so scared and that somehow he could reach out to comfort her and make her fear go away. Even just a few feet from one each other, father daughter felt like they were thousands of miles away, unable to comfort each other, or reach out to hug each other to make their world right again.

One button at a time, Chaewon began to undress, her fingers shook and her knees buckled with a new feeling of fear and shame she'd never experienced before.

If I think about something else, maybe this wouldn't be so bad, she convinced herself as she unbuttoned the top button to her PJ top, slowly exposing the skin on her chest, and with each button, her cleavage and breasts came into view.

She'd gone to sleep the night before without a bra and now, with half of her buttons already undone, Chaewon was exposing to her father a part of her body he had not seen since she was a child. The result of many hours in tanning salons began to show itself for the first time to her father. To Chaewon's surprise, her nipples began poking out in reaction to the cold air, her areolas filled with goose bumps. Two more buttons. She kept her eyes on the ground, focusing on each button, taking her time to undress as to not rush herself into embarrassment, and half hoping the man would change his mind.

When, at last, all the buttons were undone, Chaewon stood in front of her father, feeling like a child being judged, hands still shaking as her breasts pushed out of her chest, her eyes stared at the carpet as she reached up to get out of her PJ top, and dropping it on the floor.

"Now, your bottoms, too," the man screamed, once again waving his gun toward Chaewon, who flinched and moved back, startled at the man's sudden movement.

"Oh. No, no, no. This was bad enough, but my bottoms, too? Her mind screamed, weighing the meanings of being naked in front of a stranger as well as her dad. For Chaewon, the body was such something to be proud of - to be loved, but at the same time, also something private - not to be shown to just anyone. Trust. That's what had to happen before she exposed her body to any boy in college; yet, with both trust and intimacy nowhere to be found, she stood half exposed, with orders to show the stranger and her father more of herself.

Reluctantly, she reached for her either side of her waistband, just right above where both sides of her hips were, and began pulling down, half an inch at a time as if trying to bide her time, hoping if she went slowly enough, she would eventually make the man go away. She continued to pull at the waistband, just exposing the front, and Randy continued to stare at his daughter, first at her chest again and then at her crotch, part of him curious at the exposure of his daughter's body.

Then, it came into view. First just the fleshy lips, just the top of the lips, delicate and a hue of pink. As Chaewon began pulling her PJ bottoms down farther, her entire mound came into view, exposing the pouty lips, the long dip that bookended by either side of her neatly folded outer lips, gently covering the tiny hole within, still hidden from view. From that distance, Randy swore he saw a bit of shimmering light between her legs, perhaps a sign that she'd been a bit wet at the attention. His mind began to wander in places many fathers often visited, but so few ever admitted to doing such. Closing his eyes, Randy unsuccessfully pushed the image out of his mind. Imprinted within his mind were the beauty between her legs, and the pair of breasts that he never imagined he would ever get excited over. He shook and opened his eyes again.

As Chaewon stepped out of her PJ bottoms and stood naked and trembling in front of her own father and the intruder, the PJ bottoms, still hot from he body heat laying bunched on the floor, she began to wonder what her father thought of her. Was he judging her body? Was he upset that she'd so easily stripped, despite having done so under duress?

The young girl didn't have a chance to think to herself for long, as her thoughts were interrupted by yet another command, jolting her back into reality again.

"Now, touch your pussy," the man commanded as he sat down, gun still pointing at her, not giving a damn that she'd barely turned 18, after having graduated high school early, or that her father was also in the room.

"Uh … I can't…" Chaewon stammered, knowing that would cross the line, that it was one thing to expose her own pussy in front of her father, and it was another thing to play with her own pussy in front of him. Of course she'd masturbated before, many, many times, and in fact, had done so just the night before, but never had she ever considered playing with herself in front of her father.

Yet, the 18-year-old had no choice, for as soon as she started to protest, the man pointed a gun at her father, prompting her to sit down on the empty chair next to her and giving in to the man's demands as he smiled and motioned with his head to her father, telling him to watch.

It wasn't supposed to be like this. During the times Chaewon masturbated, it'd been in front of her lovers, men she wanted to see her masturbate, and in her own room, with privacy. An act so intimate, she reasoned, was only meant for those she loved, and for herself, not for the whole world to see. Of course she loved her father, but that was a different type of love. She'd never considered him a lover, and to sit there, already exposed, and now about to touch herself, sent a repulsive feeling down her spine and deep in the pit of her stomach.

But masturbate she must. She had to do what it took to get that man to go away, to leave her and her father alone, and when Mother came home from her trip, they would be a happy family again, forever leaving behind this incident. At that moment, she didn't even consider that they would call the police, because of the shame, and fear that her face would be exposed all over the news. If no one knew, if they kept quiet, Chaewon thought she could deal with the turmoil by herself.

Slowly, she reached for her slit, her tiny lips still neatly folded and tucked inward, hiding and covering the tiny hole that often leaked with her own juices when she touched herself. Her middle finger got there first, gently parting her lips as she pushed a middle finger into the entire slit, letting her hand, cold and trembling, slide down the valley that, at the top, featured her clit, still hidden from view, and below, the dip that at times became moist and wet, drooling with hot juices. But she found it to be dry and lifeless, partly because of fear, and because she wasn't turned on.

Chaewon listlessly moved her middle finger up and down the slit, her palm against her clit as she moved her middle finger's knuckle up and down over her tiny hole, her knuckle taking a dip each time she did so. She swallowed hard, knowing that soon enough, she would probably physically turn herself on, though emotionally, Chaewon was miles away, back at college, where she was loved and respected, looked up to and adored, lusted after and viewed as a world changer.

As if having an out-of-body experience, Chaewon continued touching her pussy, stimulating her clit, and letting her knuckle move over the fuck hole, sometimes making circles around it, completely ignoring her audience. As she did so, both her father and the man glued their eyes on her fingers, following each movement as the scared teenage girl continued to explore her folds. Partly feeling guilty, Randy swallowed hard and realized that he'd gotten excited. My God, Chaewon has a beautiful pussy, he thought, before chastising himself for looking.

Dipping her knuckle into her hole, just a fraction of an inch, Chaewon shocked herself and snapped back to reality, remembering all the sudden that she was masturbating in front of her father and a stranger, as she could feel a slippery, warm substance stick to her knuckle. Was she getting turned on in front of her father? Was she getting wet while masturbating in front of her dad, despite not wanting to? As if egged on by an unseen force, Chaewon continued to masturbate. Pushing her palm harder against her clit, and with a quicker pace now, the teenager ran her knuckle over her dip once again. As if by magic, the walls inside her pussy began to leak; thin, hot trails of lubricant exited her body and onto her finger.

I am wet. What's wrong with me? And dad can see me wet, Chaewon thought to herself, admitting to herself that she'd been turned on by touching herself, whether it was also because she'd done so in front of her father was another story. The first step - admission, was all that was needed to open the floodgate as her speed increased, and all the sudden, Chaewon could feel the lust building inside of her as each touch produced more lubricant, helping her hand glide much easier on her crotch, while sending shivers up her spine.

No, no, no, this can't be happening, her mind screamed, yet part of her also let it all go. Perhaps if she made herself cum, she thought, the man would leave them alone, and better yet, she'd be able to satisfy herself, her now-fogged mind thought. Then she and dad would talk about it, and it would all be over. They'd return to their normal lives, dad going on to love mom as he always did, and Chaewon continuing with her college career.

The more she focused on the fact that her father was watching her, which Chaewon simply could not get out of her head, the more wet she somehow got, as her juices began to coat her insides at first, and then inch by inch, ran down her pussy and wetting the opening of her tiny opening. Her knuckle became slick with each dip it took inside her hole, no matter how shallow, and the young girl felt a hot flush over her entire body as she looked down, realizing that her chest were flushed red, and her nipples pushing out of her the mounds on her chest, excited by the pleasure she was giving to her other body parts. As if resigned to accept her fate, Chaewon pushed her crotch out at the direction of her father, exposing her sopping pussy and she let out a hiss.

With her breathing becoming more shallow, Chaewon closed her eyes, hoping, thinking that perhaps if she didn't see her father in front of her, she wouldn't get as turned on. It didn't help. She'd given up now, she'd given up on trying to pretend it wasn't her father watching her, because in reality, he was; all the sudden, accepting the fact made it easier to masturbate, but she still didn't want to see him in front of her.

"Ugh!" a tiny gasp involuntarily escaped her throat as her knuckle took another dip, taking with it the slick, hot lubricant now seeping out of her pussy and running down her slit and onto the chair. Deep inside of her, more juices had built up, and they needed release; they needed her help to exit her body, through her pussy and onto her hands and the chair she sat on, even if it meant doing so in front of her father.

Opening her eyes again, Chaewon looked directly at her dad to find his eyes were glued to her, on her pussy, on the way her hand and fingers danced between her legs. Momentarily, as he realized that Chaewon was looking at him, Randy guiltily looked up at her. For a second, a mere second, their eyes locked. Chaewon sighed as he looked at her, because in his eyes, she could see it all. She could see the guilt of a father's helplessness, and for the moment, she felt an intense love for him. Yet, she also saw the eyes she'd seen in so many lovers - lust, the burning desire to be with her, to be inside her, to grind his crotch against hers as they both orgasm. Chaewon shuddered at the idea of her dad being turned on by her. Yet part of her, a small, little part deep inside of her, accepted it, knowing that it was natural for a man to be turned on at the sight of a woman in sexual needs, especially one as good looking as she was.

He wants to fuck me. I turn him on. Dad is hard because of me, Chaewon realized as her fingers continued to dance, and though the idea made her sick, Chaewon could not help but eye her father from where she sat, letting her eyes rest on his crotch and realizing that in between his legs, a bulge had developed.

Her heart beat faster, not out of fear anymore, as she'd learned to accept the situation, but because she'd never been in such a situation. To her knowledge, she'd never turned her dad on, and all the sudden, the idea seemed a novelty to her. Her own father had gotten hard watching her, and she, too, felt guilty. Yet, it somehow made her wet, as Chaewon increased the speed at which she rubbed her pussy.

"Ugh," she softly moaned, closing her eyes and biting her lips as she leaned back, preserving in her mind the image of her father with his lusty eyes and bulging cock, staring at her as she masturbated. Is he still staring? She thought. As if to find the answer to her question, Chaewon pushed her middle finger halfway inside herself, sending pleasurable shockwaves to the nerves inside her hole, now slick and warm as it expanded to welcome her finger. She let out a moan. Is he watching now?

"Ohhhh, shit!" she dragged out the word, letting her finger linger before pushing it in all the way and gasping as she did. The idea that her father was still watching made her more wet as Chaewon tensed her body while her finger, almost on its own, thrust in and out of her body.

How hot was it that her father had lost all sense of fatherly love and protection and was turned on by her body, she thought. How hot was it that all the social constructions of family, thousands of years of defining and redefining what was moral and immoral were all gone, replaced with only the pure lust a father had for his own daughter. How hot was it that her father probably wanted to fuck her.

She could feel it building deep inside her, a few more minutes and she would explode all over the chair, not caring if her father were there or not.

A she approached closer and closer to the familiar feeling, young Chaewon was snapped back into reality again, forcing her to take her finger from her pussy, still slick with her juices, and look up.

"That's enough!" the masked man said. "This isn't just for you."

All the sudden, guilt came over Chaewon as she remembered the danger of the situation, that there was still a man with a gun, and worse yet, she'd masturbated, and gotten wet, and gotten close to an orgasm in front of her own dad.

"You! Drop your pants!" the man commanded as he pointed the gun at Randy, who began to protest, but only to give in, as he shot a guilty look at Chaewon. The man probably wanted her father to masturbate in front of her now, Chaewon thought to herself, and all the sudden, was brought back to the feelings of shame and embarrassment she felt when the whole ordeal began.

Standing up and unbuckling his belt, Randy unsnapped the hook to his pants and got out of them, as Chaewon kept her eyes on the ground, remembering that Randy, after all, was her father, and no matter how hot a situation she'd mistakenly thought this was, he was still her father. There was no staring at one's father - especially at his crotch, no matter how turned on a daughter might be. This wasn't in any social guideline rulebooks; it just was.

"Look at how hard you're making him," the man said to Chaewon. As she brought her eyes up, almost like a scared child peeking into the closet at night and checking for monsters, Chaewon passed her father's crotch and stared into her father's eyes for a moment, giving him a look of guilt and then brought her eyes back down toward his crotch. With his underwear still on, Chaewon could see her father's cock poking against his gray underwear, his sexual excitement evident by his cock creating a tent in his underwear and a large, wet spot where the head of his penis rested.

Chaewon couldn't do anything but take in a sharp breath - lightly enough as to not disturb the quietness of the room, yet loud enough for both her father and the masked man to hear. Randy, her own father, the very man who'd raised her, taught her to hit and catch baseballs, ride a bike and eventually drive a car, was turned on by her. Randy, her own father, the man who'd been there for her first date, who had dried her tears when she was a child, and who had driven cross country to drop her off for college, had gotten hard watching her masturbate. She felt something inside her. Was it guilt?

"Come over there and sit on him! Kiss him," the man commanded, perhaps ordering Chaewon to do what she would have done by herself anyway when at the highest peak of sexual excitement. Yet, something got the better of her; Chaewon began to protest, but as soon as she did, the man shot her a look that reminded her of the seriousness of the situation, and she gave in, torn between fear for her life, and the guilt of being in a sexual position with her own father, violating thousands of years of traditions and giving into the taboo most societies dared not mention.

With nimble feet, Chaewon walked over to her father, her eyes locked into his the entire time, having already preserved the image of his hard cock in her mind. Still, she didn't know what to think. On the one hand, they were both turned on. On the other hand, she was his daughter. He was her father. This just couldn't happen in any civilized society, and because they'd considered themselves educated, this especially couldn't happen in their family.

What would her mother think? What would she say to her father after it was all finished? How could she go on with her own life after this incident? Better yet, would she let her mind revert back to this incident and actually be turned on in her future masturbatory fantasies?

Inches away from him now, Chaewon swallowed hard as her father reached for her face, cupping her cheek with familiarity and love, and tried to comfort her as the heat of her cheek penetrated his hand. Reaching for the few wispy hairs on her face, he moved them to the side and continued to stroke her face with the inside of his thumb.

"I am so sorry, baby," he whispered, his voice desperate for forgiveness. "I am so sorry we have to do this. And I am sorry for my reaction."

Chaewon took a deep breath knew she had to respond. Though, she wondered, was he more sorry that he couldn't do anything to end the situation, or was he sorry that he'd gotten hard watching her masturbate? Either way, Chaewon wanted to believe his words - every bit of them, and reaching to grab his hand, she kissed his thumb.

"It's okay, we have to do what we have to do," she whispered, as if such an intimate moment, a father and daughter moment, was not to be heard by anyone else. She forced a smile, reassuring him that she wasn't upset, though deep inside, she was still confused, not knowing the difference between the love and lust she and her father felt, and wondering how far this would go. How far would this all take them? Would they recover from this? Would their family endure?

Reaching for him, she pulled herself onto his lap and straddled to face him, their faces inches apart. It was much like when she was younger as father and daughter sat facing each other. But it didn't feel the same. First, she was naked and he was in his underwear, and second, he'd watched her masturbate. Thirdly, Chaewon was extremely turned on, and as far as she could tell, he was also turned on.

"Oh, wow," Chaewon whispered next to his ear as she felt his hardness jump in response to her naked, warmth crotch. Her father's cock was now separated from Chaewon's pussy by a small layer of underwear. She could feel its heat, strength and eagerness to break free of his underwear. A sense of guilt washed over Chaewon as her mind screamed to her that she was getting turned on by cock - her own father's cock. Yet, she nuzzled his face, taking in his scent, and closing her eyes, placing her lips on his chin, readying herself for the activity she'd done so many times before. It all felt familiar, but this time, it also felt different. Was she repulsed or she was excited? Chaewon couldn't tell, but as she kept her eyes closed, and gasped in surprise as she felt his lips gently touching hers. Taking in a deep breath, Chaewon parted her lips and took in his bottom lip before canting her head and sucking in her father's scent.

Warm, comforting and sexy. Those were the only words she could use to describe his kiss, as she sucked in her breath, taking in his, and felt his lips sucking on her upper lip, his hand stroking her face. Her eyes were tightly shut, remembering her first kiss and the many kisses she'd given and received since, but she also remembered that it was her father she was kissing. Guilt washed over her once more.

A tongue. He'd stuck his tongue inside her mouth. Warm and slick, the tip of his tongue danced against hers. Chaewon sighed, clinging tightly onto her father's face, giving in and feeling his heart beating against hers, her breasts on her father's body, her nipples mashing against his chest. Completely helpless and utterly horny, Chaewon gave in. Even if she were told to quit, Chaewon probably couldn't have done it. She needed to continue kissing.

Down below, she could feel her father's cock twitching in his underwear, pushing and pulsating against her pussy, as she straddle him, feeling her own juices oozing out of her pussy and soaking her dad's underwear. Small waves of pleasure built upon her as they continued to kiss, her tongue now exploring his, occasionally opening her eyes to check to see if her was looking, only to find his eyes tight shut, lost in the kiss.

As if by accident and through muscle memory, Chaewon began humping against her father's cock. Slow, rocking motion on her father, with his underwear still on and soaked with both their juices. His underwear preventing his cock from springing free, but riding the clothed-covered shaft, soaking it from the outside with her own slick juices, seemed exciting to Chaewon, as she placed her hands around his neck and bounced, subtly and slowly, as if afraid to be discovered that she was enjoying this.

"Hmmmmm," she moaned into his mouth so that only he could hear, leaving him harder now, knowing that his own daughter - young, sweet Chaewon was enjoying the make out session and attempting to relieve herself by humping his cock. Randy could feel the slickness of her juices on his thigh, as it ran from inside, and grew even more excited because of the incestuous and forbidden nature of their kiss. But inside of him was also a feeling of guilt.

My daughter. She's my own daughter. He pushed his thoughts away, and allowed himself to get lost in making out with his daughter, occasionally pumping his whole crotch up, pushing his cock, still restrained by his own underwear, against her. How many fathers had ever done this with their daughters? The thought was erotic to him, too erotic, and Randy knew he needed to cum. He needed to shoot his load, whether on her beautiful face or deep inside her hole, drooling and ready for him to slide inside, it didn't matter. Randy, a happily married man, needed to fuck Chaewon. Randy, a loving father, needed to fuck his own daughter.

They were interrupted yet again, and came back to reality, remembering that there was a stranger with a gun in the room. Clearing his throat, the man pulled Chaewon off her father, and with a lusty look in his eyes, pointed the gun at her and, as if the anger were gone, began to speak softly.

"Now, make him cum! You both need to cum," the man demanded, his words etching into Chaewon's mind as she imagined Randy's cock stretching her, filling her.

The words shocked Chaewon as she felt her heart skip a beat. What shocked Chaewon even more was how wet she'd gotten, as she looked down and saw that her lips were puffy, parted, and a constant stream of fuck juices slowly flowed out of her, running down her thighs. Her clit pushed out of its hood, readying to be pleasured.

"We're not going to do that," Randy said, almost drained from the emotional rollercoaster. "She's my daughter, I can't…"

Randy continued, but was cut short by the intruder who proceeded to give the 45-year-old man a verbal lashing.

"What do you mean you can't?" The man's eye popped wide open as he gestured toward Randy's groin. "Look at you. Look at how hard you are! You want to fuck your own daughter. Strip down!"

The intruder's words inspired the young girl to take notice again, secretly moving her eyes toward her father's crotch as Randy removed his underwear and stepped out of it. As he pulled down the underwear, Randy's cock sprang to life, its deep pink head dripping a thin string of clear, lubricated substance as its shiny head pointing straight out in front of him. Chaewon drew a sharp breath, partly because of the shock of having seen her dad naked and hard, and partly because she marveled at his cock. So beautiful, so hard, and to Chaewon, it seemed just the right size for what she needed at the moment. She closed her eyes and let herself drift again.

I can't do this. I can't do this, a voice echoed in her head as she swallowed hard. I want to, but I can't. It's daddy, and as much as I need to cum, I can't do this. I love my father, but not like this.

Thoughts continued to run in and out of her head, one second telling her it was her father and that it was unacceptable to even think about, let alone be pleasured by his cock. The next, Chaewon was wishing she could cum, wishing he'd make her cum, wishing he'd fuck her until she was so satisfied she couldn't move. Then she drifted back to the guilty thoughts, shameful thoughts, thoughts that things would never be the same. She then scolded herself for being turned on, and then reasoned that it was natural, only to feel guilty again. Chaewon was in a confused and sexual stage, and Dad's hard cock, just inches from her, did not help.

"Oh, Chaewon. I am so, so sorry." Randy's eyes almost begged for forgiveness, looking at her and then down at her pussy before quickly moving his eyes back up.

Chaewon, standing naked and shivering in fear and perhaps desire, her pussy shiny and slick, had in inverse effect on Randy's words as he felt his body and mind betraying him. He wasn't really sorry. He needed to fuck her. He needed to glide his cock inside what he imagined to be her quivering, velvety pussy, pinning her down and making her nectar splash on his thighs and hers with each thrust as they ride together toward an incestuous orgasm. The image weakened his knees.

"Dad, it's okay," she whispered, her voice quivering. "After this, we'll be done and we'll be a family again."

Chaewon meant what she said. She wanted to be a family again, and she was sure everything would be okay again. Yet, the only lingering word that rested in both of their minds was "this."

"This" meaning father-daughter sex; "this" meaning Randy shoving his cock deep inside Chaewon; "this" meaning Randy fucking his own daughter; "this" meaning giving in to their own lust and letting their sexual urges take over. "This" also probably meant keeping it a secret between them and never telling her unsuspecting mother. "This" meant they would never be the same again.

"This" was here and had to happen. Chaewon walked over to the couch and sat down, her eyes on her dad the entire time as she leaned back, waiting for Randy to approach her, knowing that although he was a few feet away from her, soon enough, he would be inside her. Soon enough, she knew, they would cross the threshold, the line drawn in the sand between father and daughter. Soon enough, Chaewon's father would fuck her.

"Just do it and get it over with, dad," she said, her voice detached as she spread one leg, flexing her knee, while her other leg dropped to the floor, exposing her pussy, still wet and slightly opened, to her father and the stranger. She closed her eyes and waited for "it." She took in a deep breath, expecting the worst emotionally, but also knew sex, no matter whom with, would feel good. For Chaewon, this would be a rollercoaster ride. For the young student, this would be the duality of good and bad, incest and sex. She sat there, back against the arm rest, waiting for "it."

Suddenly, Chaewon could feel her father's weight as he knelt down on the couch, his breathing labored as he approached her, letting out a sharp breath. He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her closer to him. Chaewon didn't want to open her eyes, she didn't want to acknowledge that it was her dad placing his hands on her naked body, his face inches from her now soaking pussy. She didn't want to admit it was incest. Was she turned on? Yes, more than she'd ever been. Blame that on biology, but she also knew it was her dad, and no matter what sociologists said about family being a social construct, it was still wrong.

She gasped at his touch as he moved her right knee up closer to her chest. Chaewon turned her face into the couch, closing her eyes, readying for "it." Then, without any warning, it took her by surprise, as she felt his thick, hot cockhead against her slit, dragged up and down the valley and spreading his heat along her slit before resting at the entrance of her hole. He hadn't entered yet and already, she could feel waves of pleasure as his rubbery cockhead made contact with the insides of her pussy lips. She could feel his pre-cum mixing with hers, and trembled at how hot his cockhead felt as she imagined what it might feel like burning deep inside her, filling her, stroking the insides of her pussy, pushing her to an orgasm.

But Randy had other intentions. Rather than pushing deep inside her, after resting the drooling penis in front of her entrance, Randy reached for his shaft and moved it back up, gliding up her slit and resting it on her clit, his hot pre-cum drooling onto it, coaxing it to further push out of its hood.

"Hmmm," she moaned as his cockhead touched her clit, and opened her eyes to look at him, kneeling over her, his cock in hand and just inches from the entrance of her pussy. Her own dad was grabbing his cock and tapping it on her clit. His beautiful, thick and round cockhead just half her height's length away from her mouth, and she felt a desire to take it deep inside her mouth, sucking on it, feeling the lubricant in her throat, the saltiness on her tongue. But first, she needed to cum.

Her words, her simple "hmmm," darkened Randy's mind, as he began to understand that she, too, was enjoying this. Randy reasoned he could not fuck his own daughter at that moment, remembering all the father-daughter moments they'd had; but in this sexual stage, his own thoughts dictated, this moment, too, would be added to the thousands of other father-daughter moments they'd created.

My God, what an incredibly horny girl she is, he thought as he began massaging her clit with his cockhead, making her jump and pushing herself deeper down against the couch as if to get away. She hissed at his touch, his cock vibrating thousands of nerves in her clit as her mind went blank, only focusing on the pleasure her father's thick, drooling cockhead provided.

"Oh, my God! Da … " she very softly moaned, still aware that there was a stranger in the room, and that this was incest, yet she wanted more. Chaewon wanted to cum, and the only person available to make her cum at that moment was her dad. She needed to cum, despite that it was her dad.

"What the hell are you doing, put it in her." The impatient man shot a look his way as he tinkered with the camera. "Fuck her," he demanded.

"I … please, I just can't do it," her father said, continuing to rub her clit and occasionally moving his cockhead in between her pussy lips to sweep up her hot, excited juices and making her flinch with each rub, spreading their fluids all over her clit. Though her father knew Chaewon was sexually turned on, he wanted to wait longer to see what would happen, he wanted to prevent himself from fucking her then and there. He wanted to keep their relationship as was, if only for another five minutes.

"Dad … daddy, just do it, please. Just get it over with." To both her father and the intruder, it sounded more like a plea, a beg to be fucked by her own father, a plea to cum by her father's cock, a request to have her father's cum deep inside her teenage pussy.

"Do what?" the man asked with a sly smile, knowing that Chaewon had fallen in lust, and needed to cum. His mission had been a success. He wanted the young girl to beg to be fucked, and soon enough, he knew, lewd words would fall out of her mouth, and would forever echo in his and her father's ears.

"Put it in me… your co … penis in me," Chaewon stammered, catching herself before she said "cock" instead of "penis."

"Just give him what he wants," she continued, knowing damn well that she only meant to give her what she wanted, and that if the man was going to force them to fuck, that she would want to be fucked right then. Damned if she did, damned if she didn't, she reasoned. If he was going to force them to fuck, she was going to enjoy it, despite the fact that it was her father fucking her.

Complying, though still reluctantly, her father dragged his cock downward toward Chaewon's wet, drooling hole, as her lips parted and, holding his cock at the entrance of her pussy, pushed his thick head against the opening. Although Chaewon was soaked from anticipation, her pussy slightly parted, the 18-year-old's tightness resisted his cock's advances. Yet, just the tip of his cock, nestling against her pussy, sent jolts of pleasure up his spine. Randy needed more. He needed to push his entire cockhead within her, and once that happened, pin his daughter against the couch and fuck her until her body convulsed with pleasure, sending her toward their incestuous finally. Tight, yes, but not impossible to penetrate. He would try again, Randy determined, until his entire cock was within her.

Repositioning himself for better leverage, and staring into Chaewon's desperate eyes, Randy grunted as he pushed against her pussy once more, using his thumbs to part her smoldering lips before placing his cock against the entrance, his clear, hot pre-cum leaking onto her hole. This time, the tiny hole, already well lubricated and burning with her natural lubricant, yielded to his cock. Feeling his cock pushing her lips apart, Chaewon groaned, letting out a lung full of air through her mouth, and helped her father's penetration by pushing against him.

The warmth of Chaewon's pussy engulfed Randy's cock as their efforts met, his head expanding her insides before they clamped tightly around his shaft, clinging onto his leaking cockhead, his pre-cum mixing with her own juices, making her entire pussy walls slick with the combination of their nectars. Soon, he hit the bottom of his daughter's tiny pussy as the rest of his shaft disappeared inside her. Stopping to take a breath, Randy marveled at his daughter's rolled back eyes, her mouth opened, as if asking to be kissed.

This was it. This was a father and daughter fucking. Those words rang in Chaewon's ears and ran through her body, and to her surprise, it caused goose bumps and waves of pleasure, rather than fear and repulse.

"Oh, nice, daddy." Grinning her teeth, Chaewon wrapped her arms around his neck as his cock filled her tight, teenage space, her pussy expanding to accommodate him. Chaewon was filled with her father's own cock. "You're in."

That fact excited Chaewon in ways that surprised her. To be filled by her own father, his cock deep inside her pussy was something Chaewon never expected or thought of. But now that the hard, pulsating cock was inside her, it didn't matter to Chaewon that the cock belonged to her father.

Pinned to the couch under her father's weight, Chaewon drifted again - thousands of miles away, lost in her own thoughts. Start flexing your cock. Move it. Start fucking me. You're hard for me. I can feel your cock. Now fuck me with it.

They remained still, her eyes opening back up and locking themselves into his. The guilt and fear she saw in him had dissipated, replaced with the kind of lust she'd never seen in any man's eyes, nor felt within herself. Nothing more did she want than to cum, to be fucked so hard her pussy ached. It didn't matter anymore that it was her father. Or, perhaps, the thought came across her mind, it did matter that he was her father. It's because he is my father that I am so wet. My God, just start fucking me already. Fuck me hard.

Randy moved his cock, subtly at first, just fractions of an inch in and out of her, rocking both of their bodies as he felt the entire couch move and her breasts swaying. Her hotness burned his cock. Randy increased his speed, his balls slammed into her, creating sweet, flesh-against-flesh sounds each time he thrust deep inside of her. What began as a scary proposition for them both had culminated in pleasure. His cock was in her pussy. Randy was in Chaewon. Father was inside his daughter. Randy's mind spun and fogged at the realization he was inside his own daughter, but it only fueled him to fuck her deeper and faster. Inside their living room where he had watched Chaewon grow, take her first steps, and grow into the beautiful young woman, the slapping noises and Chaewon's increasing yelps of pleasure echoed like staccato gunfire. Each time he thrust himself all the way in, slippery juices from their incestuous fucking splattered on her thighs and stomach and his chest, making their skin glisten from the lights' reflection.

"Oh, fuck," Chaewon moaned and pushed back each time he pushed in, knowing that they'd crossed the line, and there would be no turning back. There she was, home from summer vacation, getting fucked by her own father and enjoying it. When she'd left school earlier in June, Chaewon never imagined she'd get fucked by her own father. Though now, she didn't seem to care, Chaewon thought to herself, as she spread her legs wider, offering her entire body to her dad.

Randy had heard "fuck" come out of Chaewon's mouth before, but never in this situation. He had never heard the young girl say, "fuck" in response to sexual pleasure - and what's more, sexual pleasure that came from him. Fuck. She is enjoying this, too. My daughter is wet and fucking back. She wants this. My own daughter is horny because of me - because of my own cock.

"Nhhhh, da …," Chaewon groaned as his cock hit a sensitive spot, and grabbed onto the couch, meeting her eyes with his. For father and daughter, there were only two in the world as their bodies meshed, his cock deep inside his daughter's pussy.

"Oh, dad, oh, shit," Chaewon panted through her nostrils, her head rolled back, her body pushing back to meet his thrust as her hands covered her face. A deep itch developed inside her, and thank God he was here, she thought. Thank God her father was here to scratch the itch - an itch that only her own father's cock, at that exact moment, can possibly scratch.

"More, daddy," she moaned deep from within her throat as he continued to glide in and out.

Though the 18-year-old had never been quite vocal during sex, something within her erupted each time her father's cock slammed deep inside her, his slick cockhead massaging her pussy, bringing out even more of her juices from within her pussy walls.

"Oh. My. Gooood," she enunciated each word softly with every thrust. For the first, Chaewon accepted that it was her father fucking her, and not giving a damn. To hell with the taboos society imposed. To hell with what sociologist had to say. Dad is fucking me and I want to cum all over his cock.

Just as Chaewon and Randy had developed their rhythm, with his daughter pushing her crotch toward him each time he pushed his cock into her, he pulled out, his cock pulsating and coated with her cum as he stood above her, almost out of breath, staring at her. They looked into each other eyes, and as if able to communicate just by their eyes, Chaewon stood up to momentarily face him before turning toward the couch, her hands resting on the armrest as she leaned forward. Chaewon's bottom, naked and red from being pinned on the couch, stuck out at him and she spread her legs.

"Hurry," Chaewon begged, almost out of breath as she looked back at him before burying her face against the back of her hands, expecting that her father would know exactly what to do and almost ashamed that she was asking for it - "it" being getting fucked again and harder by her dad.

Randy quickly found her pussy again, still wet and smoldering from their previous fucking. Sliding his cock along her slit from behind her, Randy promptly placed his cockhead against her hole. Her pussy, now familiar with his cock, opened up to accept the thick head, before clamping onto his entire shaft. Chaewon winced as her father pulled her back toward him, gliding his cock deeper into her with a violent thrust. Just like that, they were at it again - father and daughter were fucking and this time, they began fucking not out of fear or intimidation. His cock was deep inside her and as he began pumping again, her breasts swayed.

"Oh, my God …daddy …fuck…" she moaned as he pumped his cock against her repeatedly, holding on to either side of her hips, feeling his orgasm building and hoping he could wait until she came.

As Randy repeatedly slammed his cock into his daughter, pulling out slightly before pushing his hardness back inside her, it didn't matter to Chaewon that it was her father fucking her. In fact, she wanted it. She no longer loved it because it felt good despite the fact that her father was fucking her. She loved it because it felt good, and because her father was fucking her. Incest. The oldest, most socially taboo sin in society and she'd given into it. She'd reluctantly given in because she had to. But it didn't matter any longer because this was incest, and she was enjoying it. At 18, Chaewon was enjoying fucking not for sheer fucking; she was enjoying fucking because it was incest fucking. She needed to cum because it was, Chaewon realized as she saw their reflections in the mirror, her own father fucking her from behind.

"Oh, my God, …fuck …me." Words she'd never uttered escaped her lips, still reluctant and embarrassed that she was enjoying the lewdness of the situation. The words would add to that. Chaewon wanted to say more. She wanted to scream the words. Words she never even thought of all the sudden were on her mind and needed to come out as her dad pushed his cock deeper and deeper inside, and taking it back out and thrusting back in harder each time. She needed to say it because the words were already ringing in her own mind. Oh, God, daddy. Fuck me. Fuck your own daughter. Make me cum.

Chaewon tried to hold on, she tried to wait until it was all over, until he'd came deep inside and she was alone to say those words to herself and relive what her father did to her, as to maintain a modicum of self-respect. She did try to hold on. Oh, she did. But as Randy's cock slammed into her and his hand reached around to squeeze her tits while their bodies crashed against each other, the 18-year-old felt a jolt of pleasure and gave in.

"Oh, ugh, fuck me, daddy. Fuck me, more!" she let loose, emphasizing each word and begged with every thrust. Goosebumps popped up all over her arms and chest as the young girl was surprised at her own words and turned on at the same time. Randy, hearing those lewd words for the first time, lost control, groaned and slammed harder into his daughter. Grunting with each thrust and feeling his balls boiling, readying to shoot his hot cum deep inside her, Randy slowed down to almost a stop. Slouching forward to hold her entire body, his cock still buried inside her, Randy sucked on his daughter's right ear before whispering, letting his humid breath penetrate her ear. "Tell me what you want, Chaewon."

"You know what I want. Please" She let out a desperate grunt, knowing her father had caught on to how much she wanted it. Yet, it was one thing to let those words loose while he was fucking her and another to beg for it now that he had stopped fucking her. Her mind still raced. Why did you stop fucking me? I was so close, she thought. Put it back in. Make me cum.

"Then tell me, Chaewon. Tell daddy what you want," Randy whispered as he stopped fucking her entirely. His face leaned against hers, his cocked still buried deep inside. He needed to hear her say it again.

"I … I want your … cock. Fuck me hard. Fuck your … little … girl's pussy. Make me cum." She was delirious. She was begging and no longer ashamed of it. Chaewon needed her father's cock. She needed Randy to p

As he heard the words, Randy groaned and began pumping again, pulling Chaewon's entire back onto his cock as she yelped, her breathing labored with each thrust.

"Oh, yeah. Right there. Fuck me more, daddy. Fuck me … fuck me." With her father's cock lodged in her and fucking her toward an orgasm she'd never felt before, Chaewon let go and gave in to all the incestuous lust she'd denied herself. Chaewon needed to cum and the only person she wanted to help her cum was her own father.

Then, there were stars. Chaewon felt the intensity build up deep inside her, as her tits became heavier, her pussy pulsated and leaked hot juices against her father's cock and felt her body tense at the images in the mirror - her father's eyes intense with lust as he slammed his cock into her. As the itch continued to rise and the speed at which her father fucked her increased, Chaewon inched closer to her orgasm. Sudden, it exploded. She felt her whole body tighten, and pushed back hard into her father's thrusting cock. Her whole body cramped, and she exploded, shuddering as she came, her cunt hole tightening around his cock.

"Oh, shit. Cumming … daddy," she screamed as her muscles contracted, her cunt vibrated and at that exact moment, between her yelps and moans and delirious incestuous moans, Randy's cock gave in to the undulating movements inside his daughter's pussy, as it twitched and his balls tightened, and his temples filled of blood as he momentarily only saw darkness. Pulling her in and slamming his cock into her, Randy felt the gallons of cum deep inside him shooting into his daughter, coating her pussy walls with his thick, sticky cum. With each squirt, he pulled her against his body, as he shot inside his daughter, feeling his cum dripping back down against him.

Her father's hot cum was what did it for Chaewon as she grinded her pussy to meet his thrust, feeling the jets of searing hot cum exploding inside her. Letting out a groan, her body went limp, her chest flushed as her muscles tensed and she exploded, her pussy squeezing against his cock as she exhaled, waves of orgasmic pleasure hitting her, and like a slingshot rollercoaster ride, time and again shooting her up high at the point of orgasmic ecstasy before sending her crashing back down before shooting her up high again.

Then, it was over. The highs of fucking his own daughter ended as Randy pulled out, leaving behind a trail of his own gooey cum, slowly dripping out of Chaewon's red, shiny pussy. Gone were the echoes of her yelps and the slapping of flesh. Gone was the unquenchable lust both father and daughter needed to satisfy. Gone, too, was the relationship they'd had.

Together, they fell onto the couch and lean against each other's sweaty body, out of breath and out of things to say to each other. For a second, father and daughter embraced, taking in their breaths and staring at the ceiling, confronted with the reality of what had just taken place. With only their quiet, peaceful breathing audible, Chaewon realized the man had left.

Beginning to deconstruct what had happened, Chaewon reasoned that it had to happen either way, whether she liked it or not, whether she wanted it or not, and that there would be no regret. The fact still remained that she liked it - that they liked it. Once she caught her breath, she would wash her father's cum off her, they would air the room to hide their incestuous fucking from her mother. She would make lunch, they would talk about it and, she hoped, they would move on with their lives.

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