'Oh yes, that scream will cost you'.
'Bu, bu, bu, but'.
Jenn was nearly sobbing.
'Go back to what you were doing. Hold still'.
Beyond the hand reentering me and moving, I could feel Jenn rocking. Master had replaced his finger with his big cock and entered her ass. It was unexpected and she was unprepared. The head popping into her sent a shock wave of pain through her.
Her dad was now fucking her ass. Slowly at first, he was letting her get used to the assault. Master's cock never felt bigger than when it was balls deep in your ass. I knew this from experience. At his age, he was good for about one good shot of cum a day. He could, on occasion call up a second, but those times were rare and he said it was like shooting dust. A lot of work for not much pleasure.
His pleasure came in the act, not the release, so I knew he was fucking her to fuck her, and maybe to prepare and train her for her life to come. Finally, her voice changed from the grunts of assault to the moans of pleasure. He was now easily sliding in and out, and she was feeling the good part of anal sex. I, on the other hand, enjoyed the entire experience.
There was a physical pleasure to the act of fisting. Taking something large and reveling in the pain, then the feel of the hand turning from torture to pleasure was a feeling you couldn't compare to anything else. My daughter was a natural. Not only was her hand and wrist the right size for me, but she used her other hand to work my clitoris, giving me double the pleasure.
'Permission'?
I could barely find my voice to ask the question
'Granted'.
I let out a moan of pure pleasure. Even with her ass being assaulted, Jenn was smiling at bringing me to ecstasy. My tits smashed even flatter on the wood table as I collapsed under the weight of my own orgasm. Jenn pulled her hand out, much slower this time. Her dad pulled out of her slowly.
'On your knees'.
Jenn dropped obediently. As the cock came to her face, she opened her mouth. There was a moment when she realized the cock that had been in her ass was going in her mouth, but she did it. I explained later that it was her first lesson about keeping herself clean.
Master was tired. I could tell after the years we had been together.
'You two can sleep together'.
Jenn undid my cuffs as we heard the shower start through the open bedroom and bathroom doors. Then as we cleaned up oil and our own fluids, we heard nothing. Master was probably asleep before his head hit the pillow. We retired to her bedroom. Still being oiled, we explored each other.
We gave in to our new passion, giving each other new orgasms. I knew that this was not just play time, although I had been given permission to open my daughter to new experiences. It was a time for me to explain her new life within the family. I had to go over the rules, and I knew that I would be held responsible for any of her actions for her first month.
I hoped there wouldn't be any infractions I would be punished for.
I hoped there would be infractions I would be punished for.
