* Author’s note:
For your reading pleasure, there are two versions of this story.
Forcefully Popping My Daughter’s Cherry, features hardcore rape and violence.
Popping My Daughter’s Cherry, is a much tamer, sweeter version of the same story.
I burst in on my 18-year-old daughter and her newly-wed husband on their wedding night. It was perfect timing: Troy was just about to pop her cherry.
No one was going to pop my daughter’s cherry, but me.
No one.
The only trouble was, Troy wasn’t aware of our little plan.
Excerpt:
“Get out!” I growled, cocking the gun. I hated my son-in-law with a deep, bitter passion and would not hesitate one minute to use it.
“Daddy!” My daughter screamed, but I turned the gun on her.
“If you two don't want to end up on the front page of tomorrow's paper, you better do what I fucking tell you to.”
My son-in-law's jaws worked comically, like he had something to say, but couldn't. I motioned to the door with my gun and he grabbed his pants and split, leaving me all alone with my very hot, blonde-haired goddess of a daughter.
She was so Goddamn hot that my loins ached.
My daughter threw her arms around me. “Oh thank God, you're here!” She cried, peppering my face with her hot kisses. “I thought you'd be too late…” She wiped a tear from her eyes.
