Paula Cash - Closet Queen

They moved as in slow motion, father and daughter turning toward the sofa, his prick glistening with pre-seminal fluid, Cheryl's cunt gleaming with the hot oils of her deep needs. Abby moved out of their way, caught in the mood, not daring to say a word or utter a sound.

It reminded Abby of an execution and, indeed, they were executing a deep, hidden urge that had blocked the flow of their emotions for years, by its being blocked through social taboos. Cheryl slid on her back, gracefully, eyes closed, legs opening. Father came down in her saddle with the merest sound of a cry that covered the simmering volcano of his feelings. Cock paused before cunt lips. Both father and daughter took hold of the powerful prick to guide it to Cheryl's cunt lips. Then John began to thrust and fuck into his daughter, driving the cock slowly into her body, impaling her.

Cheryl gave a soft, tender cry. "Oh!”

She came at once with his cock only halfway up her vagina, in a light, fluttering orgasm that sent thrills rushing throughout her body. She was so eager for the passion of this fuck that she would've fainted if she had not gotten a little relief at the breaching of her cunt.

Then came the slow, delicious movements of his prick up and down her slick, gripping cunt. They were like two hypnotized persons, both aware of the other's opening sexuality. She sensed that his body contained a boiling, itching flood that he feared would be triggered too soon. He sensed that her deep needs had to be met with continuing rising friction. Everything depended on that hard prick holding its fury while he satisfied her to lift her to her heights before it was released.

At first they barely touched, father holding daughter's firm hips and driving his prick slowly in and out of her cunt while she thrilled. She opened her eyes and looked at him, then around the room, as if not wanting to focus as she experienced this unique fuck.

He could not believe the tightness, the spring of her young cunt. Especially, his flood was threatened by the fierce body heat of her vagina and the rich syrup she exuded to bathe the moving prick. Abby was like this, but older women were not. Despite his daughter's wild charges, he hadn't seduced any other young daughters of his clients.

There was reluctance. This was the kinkiest sex of all, the great social taboo, so both of them still held back some of their passion.

"Beautiful!" breathed Abby.

She stood to one side, undressing. This slow, sensual father-daughter sex turned her on like fury and she had to stop and jog her cunt in empathy. This had to be the master sex of all.

John leaned forward and his left hand cupped his daughter's full, springy right breast. His mouth centered on the other nipple which he sucked between his lips. A thousand times he'd dreamed of those breasts, partly his creation, yet not of him.

"Aaaa-uuuuuuu." went Cheryl as she arched up. Her cunt, her belly, her thighs, already burned with white hot flames. The attack lifted her body to such an intensity that she had to come again. It wasn't the heavy, atom-smashing full orgasm that lie ahead. It was a light, fluttering set of satisfying quakes that burned off some of her unmanageable passion.

As John felt the girl's cunt skitter and throb, he had to stop and hold the fierce, aching flood that waited for her inside of him. His cock was crazed in pleasure, every pore soaked with friction joy, baked by her hot, wet cunt. His cock throbbed, but to his relief the quakes were dry-throbs and he held his semen.

To Cheryl it was like a great wheel turning over, the door of a blast-furnace oven rolled aside to release her hot flames of desire.

"Oh, fuck, fuck,.fuck. fuck me, Dad!" she suddenly cried, and began to buck her loins under him, increasing the tempo. Everything changed in her life as her animal lust crushed her desire for respectability and fear of taboos. She felt like she soared in the universe, with the unmasking of her deepest, most secret urge-to fuck her father.

"Dad, ah, ah, ah. Your prick is Heaven. Fuck-a baby in me!”

More controlled than his daughter, his own lust more buried, he turned on when he heard his words. To express the final, forbidden act was to open up everything between them. He knew it was impossible to impregnate her, due to the Pill, but she'd told him of her final love, a woman's willingness to grow his seed in her body.

"You-hot little bitch-I want to fuck-your teeth off.”

John Wallace broke into a galaxy of obscenities with the final release of inhibitions. He babbled wild, crazy things as he drove his prick hotly in her cunt. Faster, faster, thrills coming faster, shocks of pure heaven-delight, new madnesses burning inside of him…

Abby, kneeling beside the sofa, jogging herself with an arm around John's shoulders, felt the furious animal passion and heat of the two fucking bodies. She cheered with little cries of ecstasy. She could see the glistening red prick ram and retract, ram and retract, making Cheryl's girl juice bubble with the pressure. She'd never seen a tight girl cunt so swollen and open. Cheryl's sex lips were a deep cherry red.

Furious now, they galloped, gasping, rocking spewing out fragments of sensations-"Belly- killed -hot -fuck -deeper -glazing-oh, ah, yeh, yeh yeh, uh, uh, uh-" They kissed, slobbered, bit and scratched.

Suddenly Cheryl's trim loins stopped moving. She threw her head back and gave a great, wounded cry. Inside of her the spinning universe came to a thrilling halt. Her eyes saw diamond-bright flashes of light. Her belly froze and locked like a steel vise, living rigid marble. Every nerve stilled as her heart pounded, ready for her ultimate orgasm.

"Fuuuuuuuked-crazzzeeeeeee!" she screamed.

Then she began to buck and cum, each spasm a fierce squeeze on her father's prick.

"Yah.Ha. Oh. Ha, ha, ha,” she wept in broken, shattering tones as her body gave an exquisite performance of twists and thro magnificent pleasure.

John should've broken at this moment. His control had been too great. It was as if his efforts were so successful that his swollen, locked up cock wouldn't break the seat and empty. He wanted to spend into his beautiful daughter's guts while she came.

Then he felt an incredible sensation, totally new. There was Abby's breath on his crack, her wet tongue digging down. Her tongue reamed his asshole.

He exploded with hardly a freeze. He took a deep breath:

"Aaaggghhh- goooooone!" he sang.

Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!

His overworked cock spent fiery gushes of relieving fury, seeding his daughter's cunt, free and openly, as he achieved his darkest desire. The spuming bursts matched Cheryl's continuing massive orgasm.

"Ah,oh, ah, ah, ah," she whimpered, dying her sweetest sex death.

"Ah-huh, ah-huh-ah-huh-" he gasped, letting his pleasure-maddened balls and cock gush out, as if every organ inside of him were to be forced into Cheryl's body by the furious back-pressure.

Cheryl, completely fucked out, hardly conscious went into her after spasms, rising to tension, throbbing and falling off, back into a velvet, luxurious euphoria.

"Oh, Dad, Dad, Dad," she sighed.

He, too, learned that he had reached beyond his normal limits of passion. Even after a long series of liquid explosions, his cock continued to lock and throw, lock and throw, when there was no more to spend, but the pleasure of the sex spasms was as great as if there had been.

At last peace came to the two of them as John collapsed on Cheryl's body, cock still buried in her cunt, awash with their mingled fluids and they enjoyed the ultimate moment of fabulous peace that follows a master fuck. Animal bodies were thoroughly purged and human souls had broken through the last inhibition to expose and conquer the darkest fear and joy of their lives.