She got hold of me again and then I feel the warmth and the wetness of her opening on the tip of my cock, she moans into my ear as a enter her a littl... at a time working my way till I'm buried deep inside her. She positioned one leg against the door frame edging us in place, I then lift her other leg and start thrusting my cock into her. Pulling my clock out slowly till just the tip is in then I slide back in right to the hilt. The positioning of her legs allows me to get as deep as possible,. " Ah," he laughed.She started moving up and down on top of him, tentatively."This is a wee bit difficult," he said."Is it?" I can't get any leverage so I can't push up at you."She giggled. "That's OK, sweetie, I got these nice strong skater's legs. Just let me find a rhythm." She kept moving up on him, making sure she took full strokes up and down. She found herself a good rhythm, then sped up a bit. He reached up and grabbed her hips to keep her steady. "OK?" she asked breathlessly."Oh, yeah,". I noticed it even more when I was in my jock or my football pants. I would catch myself in the mirror in the locker room...I even caught a couple of the other guys on the team looking at it a little too long.It was also about this time I realized what I liked: men. And who I liked most: my dad. My dad was hot and I couldn't stop thinking about him. Of course, I had guilt and worry about my feelings, but not enough to stop me from entertaining elaborate jerk off fantasies about him. My dad was. “You’re my dirty little slut aren’t you?” he whispered in my ear as he began to pinch and twist my nipples. “What are you talking about?” I moaned back despite the pain that was beginning to flood through my chest. That was when a whole new pain flooded through me as he yanked my hair back and slapped me across the face. It hurt so much more because I couldn’t show the pain in my eyes or see the look in his face. “When I call you a dirty little slut you say, yes I am sir, you understand?” It.