“Why,” she groaned as she watched him stalk over to a cupboard. It was the one he and Lauren kept their alcohol in. He came back with a bottle of red wine that had only been opened recently. He popped the cork out with ease and then took a quick gulp. Tiffany was even more confused when he lowered it to her head and popped the end in her mouth. Her tongue wagged around the lip as she struggled to swallow the liquid pouring into her. Some driveled down her cheek when he removed the lip from her mouth. She was coughing and unable to ask him what he was doing.
Suddenly, he seized one of her ankles again and lifted her back onto her shoulders. With one hand, he pressed the lip of the bottle against her asshole. She felt her own wet saliva helping lubricate it as it slipped inside. He tilted it up and shook it. Like a freshly unplugged drain, the bottle emptied into her bowls in less than a minute. “Oh god,” she groaned as she felt her insides swell. The tissue of her intestines stung as the wine was absorbed. “What are you doing to me?” she managed to wail.
“Got to clean you out real good, don’t I?” he laughed while slapping her stomach, causing her insides to churn. Her eyes crossed as a buzzing sound filled her ears. She was becoming drunk from her intestines absorbing the wine.
When he slapped her stomach again, she screamed. “Please don’t. You’re going to make it all come out.”
“That’s the point.” He lifted her and flipped her right side up at the same time so that she was now in his arms, being carried like a child. She wrapped her legs around his waist instinctively while clenching her anus. Gravity was threatening to pull the wine, and anything else already in her bowls, out of the tiny hole. She could feel the bulge of her father’s cock through his pants and in her drunken confusion she decided to grab it.
“Hey now, slow down, little slut,” Randy teased her while brushing the sweat drenched hair away from her face. She was still cross eyed and her cheeks were burning red. She was halfway between gritting her teeth and smiling. The buzzing sound in her ears was drowning out her thoughts. All she could do was feel; feel the sloshing of the wine inside her, feel the twitching of her anus as it threatened to open, feel the stiffness of her father’s cock as she stroked it through his pants.
She was shocked when Randy pulled his pants down slightly so that his cock was exposed. “Man, it’s cold,” he shuddered. She stroked his warm member for a while before bringing the tip close to her dripping cunt. More than just her face was red now. Her whole body seemed to be covered in a rash. Sweat was running down her chest and her nipples were as stiff and pointy as they had ever been. She was practically humping her father’s waist as she tried to push the tip of his penis into herself.
“Hey now, that’s the wrong place, isn’t it?” he reminded her while pulling back slightly and jabbing into the outside of her twitching anus.
“Oh no, it’s gonna pop,” she whimpered.
“Not if I plug it up.” He shoved his cock through the opening of her anus. Some wine leaked out but one flex from her asshole to adjust itself and the hole was sealed airtight.
“Oh my god, it’s inside me,” she wailed as the invading member sloshed everything in her stomach around. She looked down at her own stomach in horror as it seemed to expand. “It’s going up further. I need to use the toilet.”
“Not yet.” Randy continued to comb her hair lovingly as he watched her unfocused eyes. Tears were pouring out, leaving cool streaks of white amongst the warm redness of her cheeks. Her mouth was open as she was quietly groaning constantly. Randy lifted her up and dropped her back down on his cock to tease her. He could see her throat flexing in preparation to throw up due to the jostling of her stomach.
Tiffany’s earlier statement had been correct. Randy loved watching his daughter’s face twist in anguish every time he used her. He loved knowing that she was in pain because of him. He loved that she hated being raped by her own father. He wanted to watch her drown in her despair.
“You’re burning up. Shall we get you into the shower?” he asked with the concern of an actual father. She struggled to respond but could do little more than gurgle. Eventually she just nodded. He carried her out of the kitchen and through the living room gently, but each step still jostled her wine filled stomach. She covered her own mouth as she hiccupped, very nearly vomiting all over the living room floor.
When they reached the downstairs bathroom, Randy set her feet down on the edge of the tub and spun her around so that she was no longer facing him. He poked two fingers from each hand into her mouth and pried it open as wide as he could. He then pulled back as far as possible without popping his cock out of her anus before shoving it back in as far as it would go.
Tiffany’s scream was cut off by her own vomit shooting out of her wide mouth. Randy pounded into her ass from one end while cum and syrup were expelled from the other. Each time he slammed all the way into her, more would pour out. Eventually it was just sliding down her sweat drenched chest and into the tub below her. She could do nothing but curl her toes and blink away the tears filling her eyes.
Finally, she had no more puke inside her and was left just jolting every time Randy’s thighs slapped against her butt. There was a suctioning sound made alongside the loud clap of her ass rippling that she had not been able to hear over her own gurgling before. She let her head fall loosely as she listened to it.
Her rest was short lived though as Randy suddenly pulled his cock out of her ass and spun her around on the edge of the tub so that her butt was facing the away from him. “No, it’s going to come out,” she sputtered as she tried to close her asshole, which was gapping after the fucking Randy just gave it.
Randy did not care if she would be able to stop from expelling the wine from her bowls. In fact, he wanted the exact opposite. He punched her in the stomach as hard as he could, nearly knocking her off the edge of the tub. He managed to grab her by the wrists to keep her from falling in. The force of his punch was enough to push all of the liquid inside of her down toward the opening of her bowels again.
Tiffany screamed as red wine shot out of her asshole and into the tub. It came out in a long gushing stream that eventually petered out into a drivel. Eventually she stopped trying to keep the liquid in and switched to forcing it out by clenching her stomach repeatedly. The rest of the wine came out in short spurts. Finally, when there was nothing left inside her at all, front or back, she collapsed forward, leaning against her father’s chest.
He wasted no time pulling off his shirt and pants completely, as well as her vomit covered shirt. He then pushed on her shoulders until she was squatting on the edge of the tub. She opened her eyes in time to see him pushing his stiff cock straight into her open gasping mouth. She squealed in a muffled tone as she felt it fill her more than Jon’s ever did. Randy loved having her scrape her teeth against his shaft until he came in her mouth but he never put it all in her at once before.
She felt the tip hit the back of her throat, the same way Jon’s always did. It never went any further though. Her throat closed up and refused to accept an entry, just like when she tasted something she did not want to swallow. “Come on, don’t be like that,” Randy teased her while tangling his hands in her curly hair and pulling her toward him. His tip smashed into her closed throat painfully. It was definitely longer than Jon’s as well as wider. “Try swallowing,” Randy instructed her.
She did her best to shake her head in refusal. He just pulled on her hair harder. After several minutes, Randy began to get tired. He had a burning desire to deepthroat his daughter just to prove he could. Why was she so resistant in this one and only aspect? Slightly infuriated by her perceived rebelliousness, he pinched her nose, cutting off her only path of air.
Tiffany just stared up at him at first, not reacting at all. Eventually her red face started to turn bluish. Finally, involuntarily, she swallowed, allowing his cock head to slip into her throat. He took full advantage, pulling on her hair and sliding a whole two inches past the once closed opening. Tiffany squealed into his crotch as she felt the bulge in her throat grow. Randy even touched the outside of her neck to confirm that he really was the cause of her newfound suffering.
Not wanting to give her an opportunity to close her throat again, Randy only pulled out until the head of his cock was at the opening of her throat again. He then slammed down into her, stretching her Adams apple painfully. He did this repeatedly, causing the bulge in her throat to expand and shrink at the same rate. Tiffany’s eyes were spinning in her head and she was passing out from a lack of oxygen.
Randy did not stop fucking his daughter’s throat, even after she went limp on his cock. When she was completely unconscious, her throat stopped resisting at all, allowing him to slide all the way out so the tip of his cock was at the lips of her mouth. He then slammed all the way back in, waking her up when her airway was cut off again. She had no time to reorient herself before she felt the first hot spurt of cum sliding down her throat. “Swallow it all,” Randy ordered her as he came straight into his daughter’s throat. He had already cum on her breakfast that morning so there was not as much as when he normally filled her asshole or mouth.
She swallowed as much as she could while simultaneously trying to vomit out his cock. She was only successful when it went completely limp. She coughed and sputtered for a whole minute before looking up at her father with hateful eyes. “If you’re trying to kill me, just get it over with already!” she screamed at him.
“Oh don’t be so dramatic,” he scoffed. “Blowjobs are just like brushing your teeth with a dick.”
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