’ ‘Now see that’s love, weed and pizza for your special girl. What more could she ask for?’ I joked getting back into the swing of the good-na...ured teasing and earning a chorus of musical laughter from Terri. ‘So what do you think of her?’ whispered Sara leaning close as Terri went to the kitchen to use the phone and Martin ran upstairs for more weed. ‘Are you kidding me?’ I said shaking my head. ‘You always had a thing for the redheads didn’t you? I’ve been singing your praises so I hope you. “Beg me to destroy your ass you fucking faggot!” he yelled as his Viagra produced hose continued to abuse me. Almost breathlessly I whimpered “Dadd..daddy….fffuck your baby girl” It was hard trying to string two word together when my ass was being drilled mercilessly by an angry man with a huge dick.It felt like he violated me for hours, calling me degrading names like; Faggot, sissy, whore, worthless piece of meat, stupid cunt, cow and so on…I gritted my teeth as daddy’s old cock rammed my. Just like the months before she'd gone away to college.When she'd asked us if some of her old friends from high school could stay over, I'd reluctantly agreed, knowing I'd have to control myself for the night. But laying there, next to my wife, listening to her light snoring, my cock became hard. Muscle memory signaling it was time to go fuck my daughter. I'd even stroked myself while the chorus of female laughter floated up to my bedroom, but things quieted down before I could make myself. Some kind of 'acceptance' settled on her like a warm blanket. She was still aware that, only a month before, she'd have looked with scorn on a girl who agreed to share her boyfriend with another girl ... particularly another girl who was also his sister. But rather than chew on the fact that, somehow, she no longer could feel that scorn, she simply accepted the fact that things had changed. She had changed. It wasn't the unimaginable, agonizing kind of change that her best friend and boyfriend.