Rough morning

You were shook awake the next morning. Your whole body moved up and down. Your dad's voice cut through the haze of your sleep.

"Oh yeah. Uh. Fuck! Take it you little slut."

Rather suddenly your eyes snapped open. You were face down on your sleeping bag, still in the tent, but you weren't being shook awake, you were being fucked, again by your dad.

"No!" you struggled underneath him, trying to get away.

Strong hands grabbed your shoulders and held you in place and your dad's dick continued to thrust in and out of you.

Even as a boy your dad was considerably stronger than you, now you didn't stand a chance.

"That's right. Take my cock you little slut. I know you want it."

You bucked your hips, twisted your torso, and flailed your legs, but the position your dad took while you were still asleep put you completely at his mercy.

One of his hands moved to the top of your spine, the other reached under you, groped your one of your breasts and tweaked a nipple before coming into sharp contact with your ass.

Unable to help it, you let out a small squeal of pain, which brought on several more spanks.

Your dad's fingers ran along your butt crack, pushing deeper each time they passed over. You flinched when he came into contact with your asshole, and he didn't waste any time in pressing a large finger into you.

Your whole body convulsed and shuddered as you were brought to climax.

A gasp escaped your lips. Your back was in pain, your ass was on fire, and your pussy was being stuffed by your dad's cock over and over.