He turned into an animal then, nipping at her breasts with his lips, thrusting up into her with abandon. Darla was taken aback at first at the violence of his movements, the way it made her teeth jar and her ponytail bounce, but she soon found herself overwhelmed with feeling, the sensation between her legs an achingly sweet cross between pleasure and pain, something beyond comprehension as her daddy’s big cock moved in and out of her tiny sheath, impaling her hairless pussy again and again.

He was grunting, growling, fucking her harder now, and he hissed, “Ahhh fuck I’m gonna come. God help me, oh, no, yessss, I’m gonna come in my daughter’s pussy! Darla! Fuck!”

She held him tightly, arching her back, and she saw a splash of headlights on the ceiling above. She knew instinctively it was her mother’s car. Her heart lurched.

“Oh Daddy, hurry, I don’t want mommy to catch us!” she urged, and he arched up to meet her with a yell, coming hard, his body convulsing. Her tiny cunt simply couldn’t hold it, and it seeped back out of her immediately, pooling on his lower belly and running down his scrotum.

She jumped off him quickly, tugging her skirt and shirt down. “Daddy, hurry! Mommy’s home!”

His startled look was almost comical, his cock and balls bunched up over his zipper. She could see what had impaled her still pulsing in a wet nest of black hair. He tucked everything back in, zipping himself up, and quickly buttoned his long coat.

“Oh god, oh my god, what have we done?” He sat forward on the couch, putting his head in his hands. Darla heard her mother coming up the walkway.

She moved to sit next to her father, slipping her hand into his.

“It’s ok, Daddy,” she told him. Her heart was racing, knowing they didn’t have much time. “I love you. I won’t tell.”

He gave her a pained look, swallowing hard and closing his eyes briefly.