T Is for Teresa

At least not yet. I shuffled a little and moaned softly again. After a couple of minutes of his licking, my arse-hole felt was good and wet. I felt him shift quietly to position himself in-between my legs and rest the moist tip of his cock against my entrance. He pressed forward with his hips, and I felt the tip of his cock disappear up my arse.

"Oh, Teresa, baby, you are so hot, so sexy, so ....." he was muttering, quietly as he began to fuck me again.

I groaned, a little more loudly now. He moved his knob in and out for a while, then he started to let his shaft slide in. I was by then fully awake as he let me have his full length from behind. By the time he was into his stride, his balls banging against my arse-cheeks, I was groaning loudly. - I couldn't help it. A second dose of transvestite incest was too much, but I wanted it, I needed it.

"Oh God, yes Daddy. Fuck me hard, my darling" I cried, I could no longer pretend.

He pushed himself deeper into me and kissed my neck with passion, then he began to nuzzle at my neck whilst he fucked me. It only took him about four or five minutes of rapid thrusting to get him to the point of no return this time. Then, just as he was about to climax, he pulled out his meat, flipped me over, and directed a jet of his hot sticky spunk towards my bulging tits. It was more than I could have hoped, I reached down to smear a glob of his semen onto my finger and lasciviously suck on it. Daddy just stared.

"Teresa. My god, I can't believe I just did what I did."

"We did, Daddy, sex is a two-way thing."

"Teresa. I'm so sorry about this but - this must never happen again. Never."

I smiled sadly as my incestuous lover slid out of bed and moved towards the bathroom.

"We'll see about that" I muttered, very quietly, to myself.