Fuck you wife-dad!

I couldn’t resist. This was my bride, for better or for worse. It was my daddy.. I mean, my father, but he was my little girl. I couldn’t tell which was which: he was the girl, for sure, but he was also himself. I could feel her smooth skin as I kissed her, but I could also feel his stubble. His manly tongue played and played with mine.

I bit into her lush neck, enjoying the softness of her skin. She moaned, cooing and squirming. At the same time I could hear my father cooing and squirming as well. My hands were probing her pussy and they were gripping daddy’s dick. His hand was on my cock-- and she guided my cock inside her.

“Fuck me,” she begged,”rreally fuck me like a good biotch, like you rbitch, like what we are. I am your wife.”

After a few moments, I realized that I was slamming my cock into my father’s asshole. Over and over again. I didn’t care anymore. The glamour of girl was gone and I saw what was happening: I was fucking my father.

He was still moaning in the girlish pitches, but it was his own voice. “Yes, baby, fuck a baby into me. Come on, get me pregnant on the first night. Break me and make me your woman. I am your woman! Yes, yes, yes!!”

Dad begged me to cum inside him, inside his pussy.

I did so. At the same time, my dad came, his cum spurting across the room. Some of it did land on me, and I tasted it: salty and sweet, just like my wife-dad.

“Only in a story could you cum at the same time,” said the Duchess, but she was disappearing.

Sleep began to overtake me, but not before I sucked my dad’s tiny tits and jerked his cock around more.