Dad and me

Dad was always tough on me. He didn't like the fact I was a wimpy kid. My older brother was a stud. And I wasn't. One afternoon he saw in my sister's bedroom trying on her panties and training bra. He didn't say anything. But a few days later, when we were the only ones in the house, he took me by the back of my neck and pulled me through the house into her room. "Put her fucking underclothes on again, you little freak!" I just stood there staring back at him. "Don't be a bitch! Put them on!"  I slowly undressed while he dug through her drawers looking for underwear. He tossed me some. I slipped on her pink silk panties. Dad threw a pink training bra at me. As I struggled with it he found a short white party dress and handed it to me as well. This was so fucking weird. I was so fucking nervous. What was he doing? 

He was rubbing something in his hands. He stepped in front of me and slicked my hair back with his wet fingers. With my head in his hands, he pulled me close and kissed me. He forced his tongue into my mouth. This wasn't a sweet, romantic kiss. He was roughly forcing himself on me. I struggled but it was too late. When he paused, I tried to tell him to back off, but he stopped me. "Don't say a fucking thing, you fag. You just do what I tell you. Got it?" I nervously nodded. He pushed me back and took out his phone. Clicking away. I could see he had a big hard-on in his jeans. This was really scary. But I wasn't really scared. I wasn't trying to escape. I was... well, I was liking it, actually. What the fuck? 

"Get on the bed, you cunt." He was being really nasty and tough on me. I quickly obeyed. Sitting there like a princess with my knees together and my hands clasped and top of them. More pictures. "Lift up the skirt." I shyly slipped the hem up to my waist. The pink panties showing around my smooth, white ass cheeks. "Open your legs." His voice was cracking. His bulge was huge! He was about to explode. I carefully opened my legs exposing the soft pink crotch of the panties. He moved closer, taking more pictures. Suddenly, he fell on me. Well, he jumped on me. The fucker. One hand in my crotch and the other grabbing my hair, pulling my head back so he could kiss me again. He rubbed my crotch and kissed me, forcing me back on the bed. I heard his belt clicking as it was released. His jeans slid down his legs. He took a minute to pull them all the way off. "Fuck, dad!" He looked me in the eyes as he covered my mouth with his hand. He pushed his cock against my panties. My legs were roughly pulled up pointing at the ceiling. I felt my panties being pulled down exposing my cherry red virgin butt hole. I began to squirm and try tried to cry out. But he had me. 

He silenced my mouth, kissing me. He kept me quiet while he lifted my legs up, and around him. A hard, slippery cock tip poked my exposed hole. He must have acquired some lube somewhere! I jumped and tried to scream. But, all that I could scream was a high-pitched girlish squeal. I was so embarrassed! "I always knew you were just like a girl, you little faggot! Now you'll know what it's like to be fucked like one." His hand returned to my mouth, cupped tightly over it. He guided his cock between my cheeks and pressed in. I gasped as he slipped it inside. I tried pulling him off me. He grabbed my arms and pinned them over my head with one big strong hand. He was halfway inside me. Or I hoped he was. It kept sliding in deeper and deeper. How fucking big is he?

 Tring to breathe with his hand gagging me wasn't easy. I was gasping for breath and grunting with every thrust. He was fucking me like some whore. He took his hand off my mouth so I could breathe. We were bouncing in tandem with the bed banging against the wall. "Oh, dady, fuck me harder!" What the fuck did I say that for? Dad looked at me and kissed me on the cheek. "I will baby. I'll fuck you harder every day."