Valerie Gray: Taboo Acts Vol. III: Loving Daddy

A few minutes later, Holly having stayed in position, she wanted more. “Dad, one more kiss. Please.” Okay, thought Vince, one more. This one was even longer and, as you kids like to say, “hotter.” Holly let her tongue roam and roll all over Vince's, and he did feel a slight stirring “down below” as we old folks like to say.

When he lifted his face off of her, he saw that she had unbuttoned her blouse. He didn't feel defensive or shocked; he simply thought, hooo-wee, look at them grade-A boobs on my baby girl!

Holly was encouraged by his impressed expression, and she said, “I think a father should know how his daughter is coming along… go ahead, feel my knockers. Aren't they nice?”

Vince hesitated only for a second before he placed his left hand on his daughter's naked skin and ran it across her right breast. He said, “Oh, they're very, very nice, baby. You certainly are growing into a fine woman!” Now, at this point Vince still wasn't anywhere near to thinking of actually having carnal knowledge with his daughter, like Lot in the Bible, so when she next said, “Wanna lick them?” he flinched.

He said, “Young lady, I think you're drunk!”

She looked disappointed for the briefest moment, and then smiled. “A little!” she done said.

With that, Vince sent her off to bed. “You better get some sleep, you hear! After all, tomorrow is a working day!”

In the weeks that followed, Holly now and then insisted on soliciting her father's opinion of her body, and giving him a good look at her charms to boot. This was always during their TV sessions, and after a few beers.

Vince wasn't the easily phased type. He just accepted her behavior and even started looking forward to the sexy displays.

One night she wanted his opinion about whether her ass was too fat. She crawled up on the couch, with her back to Vince, bent over and basically mooned him. Vince could see a marvelously smooth girl's ass, with just the right amount of chubby but taut softness, and he was also treated to a clear view of her well-trimmed pussy. At this sight, he just couldn't help licking his lips, salivating and feel his heartbeat speed up dramatically. He also picked up the sex scent from between those magnificent thighs, and he instinctively moved his head closer, and in.

“Go ahead, feel!” Holly told him.

He didn't usually grope her, but now he found he had to. He put his hands on her hips and caressed Holly's posterior thoroughly, to which she responded with passionate moans, like they say in the trashy sex paperback novels.

As one of his hands went from the hip to the thigh, and nearly ventured into the cleavage between his daughter's legs, she cooed like a dog bitch in heat: “Touch me, oh, touch me!” and shit like that, you know what girls like to say when they're all hot and bothered.

Vince was very aroused by now, and he threw caution to the four winds and brought his right hand up between Holly's delicious gams, placing his hand on her cooze, his middle finger firmly on, and then in, her vaginal cleft.

He hit her clit, and she was all like, “Yes! Yes!” and stuff. He rummaged around between her outer lips for a little while, spurred on by her sexy squirming, and when he withdrew his hand, he brought his wet fingers to his nose, and then, trembling, he started licking his daughter's sex nectar off his fingers.

It sure tasted nice and sweet.

Meanwhile Holly was wiggling out of her skirt and panties, and quickly put herself on her back, her front facing her aroused father. She still had on a tank top, but otherwise she was all naked, and she closely watched her father's face as she spread her legs and treated him to a complete view of her vagina, in all its glorious pink and white flesh covered with just a bit of dark pubic hair.

“I'm all grown up now, aren't I, Daddy?” she said, while cunningly biting her lower lip to give the completely deceptive impression of being shy and insecure.

Our boy Vince just stared like she had seen the coming of Jesus. A couple of times he tried to tear himself away, but failed.

“I need yourtouch, Daddy,” moaned Holly. The girl sensuously ran her hands across her thighs towards her crotch.

Vince leaned forward a little to take in the aromatic scent that emanated from his daughter's wet baby birther. He licked his lips, and tentatively put one hand on her right leg, feeling her smooth skin. Holly took off her tank top in one swift motion, and was now entirely naked. Vince suddenly had to look at Holly's well-developed breasts, and with her incessant “come hither” sounds, he finally gave up resisting. Now he was damn well gonna get himself some young pussy, incest be damned! So he leaned over on his daughter and began licking her breasts. She gave out orgasmic sounds in response, as if she was already climaxing. Her father licked downward toward Holly's odorous hip region and then began lapping at her cunny the best and fiercest he knew how. Let it never be said Vince was not experienced in these matters, because there was a time he had been a lady's man, and had bedded dozens and dozens of girls across America's finest land.

Holly exploded in a continuous super-orgasm that made Vince all the more wanting her. Having licked her for about half an hour, he couldn't stand it any longer. He rose, dropped his pants, and rammed his iron-hard penis deep into his 16-year-old daughter's money maker.

Kaaa-boom!

In and out of his daughter's fuck flesh, oh it was tight, sizzlingly red-hot… absolutely steamingly delicious…and all that good stuff. Good gracious, boys! And the loud sounds Holly made was more arousing than he could ever have imagined in his wildest dreams. Vince climaxed hard and long inside his daughter, and the release was beyond sweet, beyond satisfying, beyond belief, beyond good and evil.

Well, how about that.

After that incident, Holly was unstoppable. She offered herself to her father several times a day, in many different positions, and she would pout and brood if he refused her, so more often than not, he didn't. And he had everything of her, from her pussy to her a-hole to her sweet mouth. He never knew what hole was better, so came a time he would have each, three times a day, in the morning he'd get sucked off, in the afternoon he'd fuck her pussy, and at night he would pound in meat up her ass until she shit herself all over the place.

It's the way things are in this neck of the woods.

Once upon a time there was a name named Eugene and he had two daughters: flat-chested Tammi was ten and petite Tiffany was thirteen.

Tammi was a sex fiend, even at her age; she had been since she was seven, having fucked all the boys from age eight to eighteen in the neighborhood, plus some of their fathers, brothers, uncles, and the mailman who was fifty-three. She was a cute blonde thing with a genetic craving for cock, just like her mom was, when her mom was around. Not long ago she'd approached her father matter-of-factly, asking him outright during a cozy father-daughter talk whether he'd ever thought about what it would be like to have sex with her.

He hadn't, but she pressed on: wouldn't he like to know how it felt? After some pussyfooting around, he admitted that the idea appealed to him. Now, he didn't seriously believe she would attempt to go through with it. But they talked about sex, and when they went to bed-separately, mind you-it was obvious that both of them were hot and bothered and would probably fantasize that very night about having sex with each other.

After Eugene had gone to sleep, Tammi simply decided it was no use waiting, so she went into her father's bedroom and got into bed with him. Tammi was naked, and she crept quietly into bed so Eugene wouldn't wake up right there. Then she cuddled up to him, hoping that he would react instinctively.