Valerie Gray: Taboo Acts Vol. III: Loving Daddy

Dad climbed into bed and lay by me. He kissed me, at first very tenderly and then our tongues were dancing in each other's mouths. His hands roamed over my body while my hands were targeted to one spot. I returned to stroking I was starting to get wet too, I mean really wet, more wet than when I masturbated.

“Dad,” I said, “Sit back against the pillows. Time for your birthday blow!”

“What?”

“I'm going to suck on you.”

“Okay, baby.”

Dad sat back against the pillows and looked down to watch me, his daughter, run my tongue across his dick head. Smiling, I started to suck and lick his dick head while pumping my hands up and down on his dick. How did I do? Who knows? This was all new, I was just doing the same things that little girl did to the German man. I mean, I knew about sucking cock, girls talk about it a lot, and Helen had told me what she did when she sucked boys off, and how she would swallow their sperm.

Daddy's dick felt so big and thick in my hands. I loved to stroke it and occasionally twist my hand motion which gave my Dad an extra sensation. His head fit so nicely in my mouth as I sucked on it and could get about two more inches in. I looked up at my Dad's face and he had the sweetest smile and gave me the most loving look.

“I love you,” whispered my Dad.

I looked up at my Dad with my lips covered with my saliva. I mouthed back to his that I loved him too. I really loved his big dick.. I was in sexual heaven as my pussy was feeling hot and wet while I was playing with my Daddy's dick. I knew I was going to cum soon and I wasn't sure about Dad. I think that he could hold out for awhile. I needed to have his dick in me. I licked down his dick and up his chest. I lifted myself up and straddled my father.

“I want you to fuck me,” I whispered as I slid my pussy over his cock.

I slid so slowly as it was so big that I did not know if his dick would fit. I mean, I was a virgin and I was small down there.

It hurt when I tried t fit it in.

It wasn't going to happen.

“Not this way,” said my Dad. “You're not ready for that. You're too small.”

He grabbed me and laid me down on my back and kissed me, kissed my mouth and chin, kissing my nipples, moving his way down?

My Dad looked me square in my eyes and started to play with my clit with his fingers, and then he had his mouth down there, licking and sucking, inserting a finger into me…

Moments later I was in orgasm heaven and it didn't stop. For the next twenty minutes, I was riding wave after wave of orgasmic head rushes and screaming out “Lick me Daddy!”

Suddenly, he lifted off the bed as high as he could go and pushed his dick high into my pussy. I saw his stomach muscles flex, his face looked intense as he groaned.

I screamed. It hurt so bad, but I didn't tell him to stop. I felt like I was being ripped in half. Tears rolled down my eyes.

He knew I was in pain but he was intent on this. He was so excited that he immediately had an orgasm inside me. The sensation of his sperm shooting into me, all that hot thick fluid filling my pussy up, was wonderful beyond words, even though I was in terrible pain.

We stayed motionless for awhile and I just gently rocked from side to side. Dad started to get soft and slipped out of me, and I felt a gush of fluids pour out of my pussy and onto the sheets. I looked down: it was a mixture of white and red, his sperm and my blood.

I snuggled with Dad, laying my breasts on his chest. I gave him a gentle kiss and whisper, “That was amazing!”

“I hurt you,” he said.

“Is okay.”

“I'm sorry, baby, I just couldn't help myself.”

“I know.”

“Do you hurt bad?”

“It was pretty bad,” I said, “but I'm okay.”

My father looked at me and smiled and he went, “That was amazing and if I knew it was going to be this good, I would have done something sooner between us.”

“Have you always wanted me this way?” I asked.

“Since you were nine or so.”

“You should have fucked me then,” I said.

“We'll make up for lost time,” he promised.

We snuggled for awhile until I felt his cum and my blood starting to run down my leg. I got up and headed for the shower. It really hurt to walk, I thought I'd fall down. I kept bleeding. His big cock had really done a number on me. I bled for days and he was worried but then I stopped bleeding until he fucked me again, and I bled some more. I didn't care. We fucked in blood, the blood we shared, father and daughter.

Valerie Gray

Taboo Acts Vol. III: Loving Daddy

A Short White Trash Incest Tale Best Told Over Cold Beers

Louis Kahn Nin

Vince Golightly had always got on well with his daughter, Holly. Since she was ten years old, she had been joining him in just about all his interests, from fishing to shooting, and even chilling out in front of the TV with a six-pack. Vince did not thinking it a crime to let his daughter have a beer or two. They'd gotten close.

Of course, “close” is relative, and that ain't no pun, kid. The Golightlys were residents of the Bible Belt, living in cowboy country among truckers, bikers, Mormons and right-wing self-reliance militias-you know, the Heart of the Heart of America and all that shit. And they fit right in. So, being little more than white trash, “close” does not mean heartfelt mutual respect and love on a deep level, but more in the vein of “buddies.”

Fuck buddies, if you get my drift, boys.

Vince was always aware of Holly's attractiveness, and once in a while stole a look at her body, but he didn't think much about her in a sexual way, at least not when she was just ten and had no tits or an ass. Although, sometimes the way she dressed made it hard not to know she was ten-we're talking little tight shorts and mini-skirts and the like.

There was no doubt that she worked up some sexual experience early on; by the time she was 12 she had a new boyfriend every month, and by the time she was 14, she dressed like a cheap hooker on the street, but our boy Vince never minded that.

But she never shirked their father-daughter moments: the shooting, the beer-soaked TV watching. That was a mainstay of their lives.

On her 16th birthday she was out partying with her friends. She got back around 3 in the morn, and Vince was still watching TV. Holly threw herself down on the couch next to him. She was wearing a very short, red accordion-folded nylon skirt and a very tight black blouse. Vince congratulated her on her birthday. She laid herself on his lap, facing him. Absentmindedly, Vince put a hand on her nearly bare stomach and rested it there. After a while of watching TV-it was someStar Trekre-runs-she turned her face up towards him and said, “Daddy, kiss me.”

Vince bent down to give her father-daughter peck on the mouth, but Holly took hold of his head and did not let go until she had treated his mouth to an eight-second French kiss. Vince did not resist, but enjoyed it. It was what she wanted, and it being her birthday and all, she should have what she wanted he figured. He didn't think anything of it.

After breaking their mouths apart, he gave her a smile and said, “Girl, you're a naughty little wench!” and then just kept on watching TV. He'd noticed that Holly tasted somewhat of liquor, but that was to be expected, but there was something else and he wasn't sure what it was, he had tasted it before, but?well, our boy Vince was just dense at that moment. What he did not know was that Holly done went out and had her a birthday gang bang, she wanted sixteen boys in a row for her sixteen years, a little birthday naughtiness she had engaged in since she was eleven (if you must know, she lost her virginity at eight with a cousin); so that funny taste, mixed with booze, was the sperm of several of the sixteen guys, because she had let half of them blow their wads in her mouth and the other half shoot their seed in her sixteen-year-old cunt.