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Before I knew it, she was pressed up against me with her hard nipples pressed into my chest and only a fold of the sheet between us. Our wrestle soon turned into very sensual writhings despite my attempts to get her off me. The harder I wiggled, the more Monica enjoyed it. She locked her legs around mine and soon was pushing against me with her pelvis. I could only stand a certain amount of that before I began to thrust back. She came suddenly and almost violently, and as soon as she let go of me, I pulled away and finished what she had started myself, discharging into a tissue. I was afraid of forced sex what I might do if I didn't relieve myself. Her first sexual release had made her feel very, very good, and forced orgasm photos totally happy and relaxed. She hadn't expected anything of the kind to happen. She forced sex had never even had any serious sexual thoughts before, she claimed. Now, Monica was cuddled up against me, purring contentedly, caressing me, kissing me, and I knew I was in trouble. It took a great deal of will power to get her to let go of me, and to turn her attention to something else. The next night while I was showering, she appeared and hopped in with me, demanding to scrub my back. Weak man that I am, she was soon scrubbing all of me, enjoying the thrill of giving me another erection.

I should have known better. That night I awoke in the middle of the night. She was astride me trying to insert my erection into herself. After a few minutes of trying to get her to stop I gave up and told her I'd do it. We kissed, and caressed and when I was sure she was fully aroused, moist and ready, I let her put my erection inside herself. I let her push down far enough so that I could her tightness pressing back against me. Holding her hips, I asked her if this was really what she wanted. She pressed down harder and told me that if I didn't let her have it in her right away, she'd be very angry at me, and told me in no uncertain terms that she wanted me. She wanted me in her now. I gave in, as she knew I would, and let go. She dropped her weight forced sex down until my erect penis slid inside and Monica's virginity was at a definite end. Our earlier explorations of each other must have destoryed her hymen, because I don't think that she ever experienced any uncomfortable sensation at all forced fuck during that first penetration. She was tight but very wet. She claimed that it didn't hurt at all, that although she'd cried out, it had been from the sensation.

Once I had penetrated all the way into her, I held her still for a long time, enjoying the sight of her almost hairless little body holding my organ all the way inside it. Then she begged me to continue, and finally I began stroking in and out, deep within her pinkness. She was very soon thrusting back, tears of pleasure and passion pouring down her cheeks. She was crying out incoherent little words of joy and pleasure. We changed positions, so that I could be on top and get better leverage so as to penetrate deeper. She hugged me with her legs, pulling me as deep into her little body as she could. I would push in as far and as deep as I could and then hold myself there, and move side to side forced orgasm cartoons. She soon began to move in counter to me and soon had her orgasm. Monica's first full climax was literally bed if not earthshaking. She clamped her little legs around me, and her internal muscles clamped down on me so hard, that I came too. By the time we finished, I think forced orgasm galleries I was near a heart attack from the intensity of it. We fell asleep in each other's arms almost immediately. She woke me up and We had sex again that night and again the following morning. Unfortunately it was great. The next morning, wrapped in each others arms, we talked over our new status. I was no longer a surrogate father, I was essentially a husband and lover. Monica was no longer my foster daughter, but my lover and my wife. Oddly enough as it worked out, nothing observable to outsiders changed. We just slept in the same bed and had sex together a lot. everything else remained the same.

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