And then he was there, at my entrance. I'd had his fingers and my fingers, but I'd never been brave enough to put anything else there. I wanted it so much, and then he was pushing, such pressure I'd never felt. He was slow, and then he stopped. I knew only a little had slid in and I looked up, afraid that I had made a mistake.
"Relax, honey. It's ok. You're tightening up, and I don't want to hurt you."
It took a force of will that I was surprised to have at the moment, but I did relax my inner muscles, and almost as soon as I did another inch entered me. Oh god. I wasn't anywhere near, and I already felt so full. How would he fit more?
I moaned, then cried out, as more and more of my father's c**k, where I had come from, entered me. I felt myself shift and stretch, and it hurt a little.
