Vacation Preparations (8)
"Wh-what did you say?"
"I said strip, you piece of shit. Can't you hear me? Want me to say it again? Take them off."
"Ji... Jia..."
"I said strip!!!"
In the instant Jia's face twisted with fury, Jiwoo's image flickered over it — and before he knew it, Hanbyul was taking off his clothes.
"Unbelievable. I tell you to strip and you actually do it. You really are a whore. You filthy little slut."
"Ji... Jia... nngh... how can you talk to your father like..."
"Hey. Did it feel good, getting smothered by that big-titted bitch?"
Every filthy word that spilled from his daughter's mouth peeled another layer from his dignity as a father.
"Then you should've just said so~ I could've taken care of you just fine. What's so great about that blob of fat anyway. Tch..."
As she said it, Jia ran her hands over her own chest. Then she stripped off her clothes just as quickly, seized the legs of the fallen Hanbyul, and hauled him up onto the bed.
"Khngh...! Ji... Jia... stop... I-I'm sorry...!"
There wasn't a shred of consideration in the way she handled him. His body thudded and knocked against things as she dragged him across the floor, and though pain wrenched screams from every part of him, there was no stopping her.
Splat.
Hanbyul's body landed on the bed like a fish hauled onto a boat. Thigh slapped against thigh, producing a lewd, wet sound.
"Hah... so this is the body you've been using to seduce people, huh?"
Jia raised her arm high and brought it down.
SLAP!!!
"Khaaahng~♡"
She stared at the vivid red handprint blooming on his thigh, then immediately grabbed him by the hair and yanked him toward her. Her eyes, steeped in raw lust, slowly dissected every inch of Hanbyul's face.
"Haa... that face is way too filthy... I was right. You really were a filthy little whore."
The more she degraded her own father, the more her body answered — slick dripping down from between her legs.
"Whore. You whore. You heat-crazed little whore. Ah! Or should I say a married man in heat? Heh heh♡"
"Ji... Jia..."
"You don't have to make that pitiful face. I know. You're turned on right now."
Yang Jia pulled his sticky, sweat-slick body even closer. Only when they were pressed flush together did she drag her tongue along the shell of his ear, her hand stroking down the length of his cock.
"Nngh...! What... what are you doing to your father... aahhh...!"
"What does it look like? I'm fucking you. Are you asking because you don't know? Even the way you think is so whore-like... Heh~♡"
Thwap. Thwap-thwap. Thwap-thwap-thwap.
"Nngh... s-stop it... Jia..."
"You did this with that bitch Yerim too, didn't you? Do you have any idea how hot that is? Ah... no, wait. Are you doing this on purpose to turn me on?"
This wasn't the Jia he knew anymore. How had she become like this...? Was it his fault?
It is my fault... isn't it?
"Hey. What are you thinking about so hard? That Yerim bitch again? Ah... no. Are you thinking about that huge-titted bitch from the park?"
A sudden flash of irritation — she seized his cock in a crushing grip.
"Kh... khnnnngh!!!"
"This pisses me off... You're with me and you're thinking about some other bitch... That's it."
She stopped what she was doing, turned around, and straddled her father. Jeon Hanbyul found himself struck by the beauty of her wide hips and narrow waist. Just for a moment — but he couldn't deny the way his heart pounded.
"Ji... Jia... Daddy was wrong... I'm sorry... I won't do it again..."
He shoved aside the lust-soaked gaze his heat had made him turn on his own daughter, clasping his hands together and begging Jia for forgiveness.
"Hanbyul. Your cock doesn't seem very sorry, though?"
Her ass pressed against his throbbing cock. She started grinding her hips, producing a vulgar, wet squelch.
"Well? You want it too, don't you? Say you wanted it. I'll slam it in right now."
"Nngh..."
He bit down hard on his lower lip, squeezed his eyes shut, and turned his face away, clinging to whatever self-control he had left.
"Wow... feisty, huh? Hanbyul? So even like this, you're still a married man who thinks he's worth something, is that it...?"
She sneered, grabbed him by the hair, and yanked his face back into place. Then she drove a fist, packed with every ounce of her strength, into his stomach.
THUD!!!
"Ghak!!!"
The instant the blow landed and his mouth fell open, she claimed it. Slurp. Shlurrrp. Shlurrrrp. Slurp-slurp-slurp. Jia sucked at him greedily. His pupils unfocused; his mouth hung slack, drool spilling down his chin.
Watching Jia's pretty face — so much like his wife Jiwoo's — dissolve and ruin itself in pleasure, Hanbyul couldn't hide how aroused he was.
"Hngh... haaah... hnnnngh..."
Get... get a hold of yourself... Jeon Hanbyul... Jia is your daughter... your daughter...!
Desperate to stop this, Hanbyul seized on a last resort — and put it into action immediately.
"Nngh... khaaah... Ji... Jiwoo..."
Everything stopped dead.
"Fuck... you really love Mom that much?!"
"Ji... Jiwoooo...♡"
He hadn't even been able to come when he'd rubbed himself against Baek Jiwoo's back — so now Hanbyul was out of his mind, like a man addicted to an aphrodisiac. He was that deep in heat, that thoroughly steeped in arousal. Jia's reaction should have been enough to make him stop — but he told himself the damage was already done, and kept calling for his wife.
"Jiwoo... Jiwoooo!!!"
"Fuck, fuck, fuck. What the hell do I have that's worse than Mom?!!"
She ground her teeth, lifted her hips high — and in one savage motion, slammed herself down onto his cock.
Schlick!
"Ogogogogogok!!!!!!!!"
The pain of her hymen tearing, combined with his cockhead punching against her womb, sent Jia crashing into climax.
"Nngooooook!!!!!!"
Her eyes rolled back. Every hole in her body gushed fluid. Her face was a mess of tears and snot. She gasped with her mouth hanging open until her strength gave out — her tongue, which had been standing stiff, went slack and lolled from her mouth. Even then she kept squirting, her body twitching and jerking — a sight of utter vulgarity.
Of course, Hanbyul was no better. If anything, he was worse.
"Hyaaaaahk~♡"
Whether it was the pleasure hitting all at once, he clutched at his head and thrashed. The man flopped like a fish on a deck. Hanbyul was experiencing a pleasure so intense it felt like his brain was melting.
"Haa..."
While Hanbyul was still convulsing, Jia came back to her senses. She grinned, leaned her upper body down, and wrapped both hands around Hanbyul's throat.
"Daddyyy~♡ Jia's tits are too small to titty-fuck you... so I was thinking."
At the same time, her grip tightened.
"I'll make you choke like this instead~♡"
Splat. Splat. Splat. The juices she'd spilled all over Hanbyul made an endlessly vulgar sound every time Jia ground her hips, filling the room.
"Kyahnnngh~♡ It feels so good, so fucking good. Feels good for you too, right Daddy? Doesn't it?"
"Nngh! Khhnnngh... khk..."
Before, his thrashing had been from pleasure. Now it was a desperate struggle to stay alive.
"Good, good, so good. So fucking good. Fuck, it's mine. Daddy's cock is mine!!!"
The more aroused she got, the faster her ass bounced, and the tighter her grip around his throat became.
"Khhnnnngh!!!"
She peered down at Hanbyul's face, flushed so red it looked ready to burst. As if even that was adorable to her, Yang Jia stuck out her tongue and licked him greedily.
"Hahk... hahk... This married man's cock is mine... I won't even give it to Mom... Hanbyul~ it feels so goooood♡"
The face that had only been red before was now rotting into a shade of purple.
"Hm? Doesn't being choked make you so happy? I'm so happy too, Daddy~♡"
Then Jia felt the cock inside her womb swell even larger.
"Khaaaahng~♡ It's getting even bigger in hereee?! Th-that's cheatinggg..."
She released his throat, braced her hands behind her, and started bouncing even harder, using her hips and waist. Those child-bearing hips she'd inherited from her mother Jiwoo moved past vulgar and into something like a whore's, her breasts holding their shape as they bounced every which way.
"Ah..! Daddy, I think I'm gonna come~!"
Perhaps she could feel him getting close. Jia's panting grew even more frantic.
The moment she hit her peak, she felt Hanbyul's cock grow scorching hot — and climax stacked on top of climax.
"Khaaaaaaahng~~~♡♡♡"
Only after Jia came did Hanbyul's cock, half a beat behind, start to ejaculate.
Brrrrrt... brrrrrrrrrrrrrrt!!!!
Maybe it was because he'd felt his life in danger. He came longer, and with far more volume, than he had with Yerim — filling her womb to the brim. Jia, whose own climax was just winding down when Hanbyul's orgasm began...
"Ooooooook!!! Ook!!! Oooooook!!!!! S-stooop... s-save meeeee!!!! Ooooook!!!!"
Her eyes rolled white as she collapsed backward. And still her pussy wouldn't let go of his cock. The folds clenched tight, as if refusing to release him until they'd swallowed every last drop.
Brrt... brrrrrt...
Only when the sheer volume of semen had swollen her belly as if she were pregnant did his orgasm finally end.
Pop...!
She slipped free of Hanbyul's cock.
"Hyaaaaah...♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ If we keep going I'll... I'll die... hngh!?"
And that was the moment the long, long coupling between father and daughter came to an end.