My hands can almost reach around her whole waist, and if I queeze any tighter, its going to happen. I know she can't breath, I don't want her to. S...he wants me to not want to. She tries to lock her ankels behind me but her heels are too busy hammering into my back. I hear her voice start to give. I slip her off of me and tell her to turn over. She's too paralyzed to move, and before I could stop myself I have a handful of her scalp and thru gritted teeth I repeat myself. She slowly turns. I breathe out as an athlete does hoping to relax myself so that he can fill me more fully. I tell myself repeatedly that the pain will lead to pleasure. I know that it will but it doesn’t help these first knife like jabs that my body, anus and sphincter are struggling with.The beginning of our coupling is always somewhat difficult due to his enormous size. His huge mushroom shaped cockhead is like that of a Greek god. He does not have to be patient because he is the one in charge. I will accept. ." I stood up, turned around and dropped my towel giving her a view of my butt. I heard Tracy burst out laughing as I shut down the link. I crawled into bed exhausted. I was asleep soon after my head hit the pillow.Sunday September 8, 2013 – Freshman YearI woke Sunday morning to my Dad shaking my shoulder. "Get up, you're going to church."Crap. Don't get me wrong, I believe in God, but I went all summer without going and fell out of the habit. I knew Dad wasn't going and it sounded like Greg. I pulled them back and did it again to see what would happen. He groaned and started to pump in and out of me. I felt my body get warmer and a feeling, what I was to assume pleasure, build inside me. I closed my eyes and rocked back and forth on daddy’s dick listening to the sounds my wet pussy and his dick made.I had become so caught up in my own world I had not seen daddy open his eyes. “Babygirl?” he seemed confused. I froze not sure what to do or say. His eyes scanned me and he drank in.