Bedsprings rattle with his weight. In the unaware slumber on your stomach, his fingers curl underneath the rim of your shorts to roll down the thin fabric over soft, plump fat. Two rounded hills, two delicious peaches(Leon wants to sink his teeth on) are not adorned with panties he has bought you anymore; pink and white stripes with a simple bow sitting on the top, no different than a cherry on dessert (and you are one for him), now they lie on the floor like a useless rug.

Patience is not in his bones, a starving man wouldn't sit firm in front of a meal — he would dig in, and Leon is a man foremost. A starving one. Fingering you on a movie night is not satiating at all, it only makes him hungrier. The sight lulls his hand to creep over your butt, a breeze-like caress follows the arch from plush butt to your back. Up and down. It stops to dig his fingers onto soft and pliant like wax flesh, before spreading cheeks in a display for his eyes only.

A virgin hole, something college boys would only have in their wet dreams.

You never make it easy. It is not hard to make him feel like a young guy with sperm filled brain; jerking off to a bimbo with silicone tits on the screen or magazines, they don't make him as hard as before. Age and alcoholism are to blame. Instead, it is hard to be around you in those shorts which etch onto your hips leaving only outlines of what can be his. And you are his, born in his balls, now heavy with need, better than any viagra. His dick is harder, it bobs up to his hip with throbbing that goes up to his head — worse than a headache, despite the lack of fabric, nothing presses on him as much as not being inside your much warmer hole.

That's easily fixable.

His tip pushes against the tight muscle, denying his attempted nudges. Leon doesn't really care, a quick smeared spit along his dick and on your tight hole. Still a struggle, warm as much if not more as your cunt, just not as wet and not risky. And Leon doesn't want his daughter pregnant. He forces himself to sink into your ass with a slow thrust, savoring the gripping tightness enveloping him.

"Likeee thaat," Leon exhales, admiring his tip being swallowed by you.

Absolutely foreign. One hundred percent diverges with a cunt. She is always welcoming, engulfing with warmth unless she is dry — still different, and with young girls it is not hard to fix either way, quick pumps it floods with slick. Your ass is tighter, keeping a good grip on his dick and sucking him greedily. Your body jerks from intrusion, clearly disoriented, he can tell, gripping onto sheets and trying to turn around.

"Huh..dad?" Soft and confused, wondering why he is even here.

"Shhhh, it is nothing, pumpkin," Leon whispers, stopping is the last thought locked in the safe and buried six feet under. "I missed my girl, can't stay without you." But that's a short moment, lasting a second or two at most as the veil of grogginess wafts away by his dick moving deeper. "Close your eyes, dad wouldn't hurt you."

Instead, your eyes open wide, fully awake now a slap wouldn't make you brighter. It wouldn't be as painful as he stretches your unprepared hole, pain only fuels you to become antsier. Louder.

"No, no, no, please, please," you gasp. "stop, stop, stop!"

You just can't keep it decent, can you?

“Shhh, kid, that’s alright, Dad is—“ Leon grunts, a heavy exhale slips as his dick struggles its way through. “ughh, fuck, that’s tight.” Tight, warm, sucking him greedily like a mouth, until he is buried deep inside. Suffocatingly full. For you, painfully too. Leon never planned to let you adjust. His palm crawls to lie flat on your belly, easier to mold your hips to much more preferable angle. A little bit of pressure onto your belly, him squeezing it hard you feel claustrophobic. No way to escape, it doesn't take a lot to coerce a meek cry out of you. “Feel it? Dad is here.”

You try to trash, fight him, push him away but his hand finds its way on the back of your neck, like a mother scruffs her kitten. A dad, a man of the house, unlike those college boys Leon has seen life, 20 years in field is incomparable to mine field in European butt-fuck nowhere. A little slap and trashing is not a stinger from a grotesque being.

Then a squeal comes, ass up with his dick deep inside you, while your pretty dumb head lies sideways on the pillow with an O shaped mouth miserably trying to gasp for air, hopeful it would heal the burning pain amidst your thighs; it doesn't.

“It hurts…” you sob so sweetly you will give him cavities tonight, eyelashes flutter like butterfly's wings.

"I know, baby," Leon coos, an unexpected snap forward you lurch back with a mewl, meeting his hips skin-to-skin. Painfully overfilling your insides, while his balls press too close against your ignored poor-poor pussy. "But dad needs that." A slap on your wiggling ass, forces your hole to squeeze him better than a pussy could ever have. "You wouldn't deny this to me, right? You are a goood girl, my best girl."

"Daaad—" you sob again. It is all sobbing with you and he didn't even give you anything to cry about. Little drama queen. In an undulating gesture your body shudders with your fingers digging into sheets. Your cheeks meet with his hips in a loud slap, burning sting buds deeper just for a mix of pain with pleasure underneath. "I—I wanna puke—"

"No, you don't, don't be ridiculous," Leon tuts, spreading you more. What a view, your hole sucks him back like an emptiness would kill you.

Girls love their holes stretched on dicks, no matter if it is big, needlelike or thick, they are programmed to have the same look — eyes rolled back and mouth agape, like awaiting for something in it too. You are no different, perhaps even better if Leon must be frank — more than only whimpering after every roll driven deeper into your tightness, tears roll down just to nestle onto your cupid bow or to end up in your mouth.

He could give you a pacifier if you asked nicely, maybe it would shut your sobbing. At the same time it fuels him to be rougher. It grows messy, naturally, and overwhelming as loud gagging comes from you. Then a shudder with louder sob, splashing it next to you on the pillow. Fucking really? falls from his lips. Yet it doesn't affect his pace at all, even arouses him — you feel his dick pulse inside you, almost at the edge of spilling his load. Leon tightens his hold onto your neck while snapping rougher into you.

Your throwing up serves as a fuel rather than a sign of stop, treating you no different than a dog that just pissed on the floor; here, look at the mess you have done! His aching balls slap your pussy, ignoring it fully leaking. That's the only contact he plans to have tonight and it is entertaining for Leon too — your slick clings to his balls more, clearly getting wetter as his dick plummets down into you.

“Do you want me to come, mm?” He slaps you, a tug on your face to bring you back. You nod, hesitantly. Lips swollen and best lip gloss adorns you with a glittery finish. All natural, misery and tears make you stand out more, your eyes have brighter color in them despite the void. "You know what good girls do?"

A sob, pause that doesn't linger for too long as his rough thrusts bring your attention back. "T—take your cum—"

"And you will do this for your dad." You nod. Dummy, that is not a question.

He doesn't comment, distracted by your clenching insides. They spur him to quicken the pace, cutting down any possibilities of you talking — only high pitched cries accompanied with your body arching towards while he chases his orgasm. Mattress rocks in rhythm with his rutting, the harder his dick throbs inside you, the harder he presses you against the pillow, your feet dig into the sheets with no way of escape. Every deep thrust makes him throb more, lingering deep inside before dragging back to fill you back again, until the last thrust, Leon buries his dick to the hilt. His breathy moan, pushing you into your own mess as he spills his load; warm and thick, where it doesn't belong.

You clearly didn't catch when his dick started to soften inside you — too distracted with the aching. Leon pulls out in a wet pop, leaving a few stains on the top of your ass. The pressure withdraws, with that the much chiller air of the room soothes your burning marks. A little freedom for you to move freely if your body didn't hurt so much. Leon presses a hot, wet kiss on your head, caressing away messy locks.

"You are a messy girl," Leon murmurs after sitting up next to you. You are a poor thing, shuddering at his proximity. "I'm so sorry, this is the first and last time," Tugging you up and you wince, glancing down among your thighs as his sperm slowly threatens to leak onto sheets. Leon doesn't really care, this all can be washed — there is already an awful mess, like your vomit on the pillow. "I would have taken you in the normal way, but I can't risk knocking you up, doll."

You hum, looking at him; Leon is reasonable right now, of course, and you are so tired, so sore and just in need for daddy's comfort (despite the pain caused by his hands, or rather dick). It can make up the lack of orgasm too.

"You still love your dad?" And you nod. Why did he even ask that? A sigh, Leon pats your cheek, heart swells with sordid adoration. "I love you too."

Of course you do. That's immutable.