Claire Adrian - Incest, A Way Of Life

"'It feels all right,' I said in a lazy manner, 'but it doesn't excite me very much.'

"Poor daddy! He sure tried, continuing to twist the head of his cock in my pussy, moving it around and around. 'Doesn't it feel real good?' he kept asking over and over, almost as if he were pleading for a positive response from me. Maybe it was cruel of me, but I lied and said I didn't feel anything. 'I just feel the head swishing around in me,' I said. I just lay there, although I was a volcano of desire. My lack of response worried daddy, and he said he could not understand what the difficulty was, remarking that under similar conditions my mother would have been frantic and would have cried out for him to push it all the way in and do it hard to her.

"'You mean, daddy, you tease mother like you're teasing me?' I asked, bluntly, not caring what he might think, realizing that if I felt he was teasing me, then I must be getting hot. But he didn't catch on. ‘I simply can't understand why you're not all hot and bothered,' he muttered, looking worried.

"'It's probably because you haven't got all your peter in me,' I said fiercely, rubbing one foot against his leg. Tell me, daddy, do husbands always torture their wives like this, by only sticking the head of their cock in?'

"Pausing in his labors, daddy looked surprised. ‘W-Why no, honey, of course not! I always put it in your mother right away, b-but-but, in your case, I must think of your cherry-I mean your virginity.' Reaching down, he began squeezing one of my tits. 'And you used the word "torture"! Do you mean by that you're becoming excited?'

"I could stand the anxiety no longer. 'Daddy, fuck me,' I panted. 'You've come this far. Since you've got the head in, you might as well give me the rest of your peter.

"Poor daddy. He didn't know what to do. You've never seen a man argue with himself so much. Well, I'd just have to make up his mind for him; I didn't intend to be cheated out of a good fucking!

"Opening my arms wide to him, indicating that I wanted him to lie down on me all the way, I snaked my legs around his buttocks. 'Do it to me, daddy! Give me a man-sized fucking. Fuck me like you do mother. I know you want to-tell me you do!'

"The poor dear simply could resist no longer. 'Yes, YES!' he cried. 'I want to screw you forever!' With a wild look on his sweat-glistening face, he began to shove the remainder of his prick into me. Gasping with delight, I shivered as the tough pillar of flesh forced its way into my vagina. Ahhhhh, it was so good… Daddy grunted and groaned while I pinched his prick with my stretched labia.

"Daddy was supporting himself with his hands on either side of me, and now he bent even closer to me, his face only a foot or so above my own. He looked like a calf on its way to heaven, his face very red, his expression very strained, but he still kept moving in and out of me, giving me a slow, firm screw.

" ‘Y-You-like-it?' he choked. 'You like-t-the- way-I'm-d-doing it?'

"'It's fine, daddy darling,' I answered hoarsely, moving my hips faster and with more force. 'I-like the way y-you fuck me,' I embraced him firmly, with naked passion, and we both gave up the sham and pretense. Daddy began fucking me with sharp hard thrusts, increasing his speed, and I made my own fanny move in time with his. That's the secret of good fucking-proper synchronization.

"Daddy relaxed his body completely on mine, his hands sliding under my rear end, his fingers like claws on my two hot cheeks.

"'Ohhhh-n-now-you've got the-r-right idea, daddy. I-I-like it that way.'

"'You're a-a good girl, Diane-a-and-and dear… y-you must not-tell anyone about my f-fucking you…'

" ‘I-w-won't, d-daddy-OHHH! Your c-cock's so good!'

"'And-you've a n-nice tight c-cunt.'

"'F-Faster, daddy, f-faster,' I whispered. 'An'-an' give it t-to me h-hard.'

"Daddy lost all inhibition and so did I. No longer were we father and daughter, only male and female. 'Yes, YES! I w-will!' he sobbed passionately.

"'Y-You-you enjoying i-it, daddy?' I asked him bluntly.

"'Yes, YES! Now be-be quiet. I-I-'

"'I'll come soon, daddy. Push faster. I want you to come with me.'

'"I will. Shut u-up!'

"Faster and faster and harder and harder raced my daddy's prick. Then I got a subtle surprise. Becoming lost in his violent passion, his mind forgetting whom he was fucking, daddy began muttering mother's name, calling out to 'her' his comments about their' fucking. 'Ohhhh, Martha… t-this is g-good! That's it, b-baby, move that beautiful butt of y-yours-give it-t-to me good…' (I began wondering if mother was a better piece of ass than I! Probably. After all, she had more experience at fucking than I.) 'Ahhhh, baby-I'm going to-to-shoot a tubful of c-come in you. Ahhhh, h-here it i-is! I-ohohohohohoh.

"I hugged daddy tightly as he pulled like a madman on my buttocks, unconsciously trying to force more of his prick into my vagina-an impossibility, since he was in me up to his balls! I bombed off. While my come rocked me, I cried out and clawed at my daddy's back. A terrific orgasm that made the room dance and swirl around me…

"Sitting on the edge of the bed, I dried off my cunt, my thoughts occupied with what daddy had said about 'protecting* me from boys. Ha! Some excuse for getting a piece of ass! Well, a lay was a lay, and daddy's cock was as good as any. I smiled. No, it was better than some that had poked me.

"I noticed then that he appeared to be worried over something. He looked sort of silly, but, at the same time, kind of ridiculous as he paced back and forth. Abruptly he stopped and stared at me, saying in a choked voice, 'My God, Diane! Do you realize what I've done? Oh, my God! I've-I've been intimate with my very own child! Forgive me, Diane. Forgive me… ' Shaking his head, he looked down at the floor.

"I was astonished-struck dumb-stupid, you might say. Right away, I also began to worry. Daddy had never been a religious man. He and mother did send and my little brother to Sunday school now and -more for a show to the neighbors than for any other reason, I thought-but no one could call us a religious family. But you know how square fathers can be, and daddy was a big cube all right. I don't know. No matter the reason for his yuchy attitude, I didn't like it. I began to feel very uncomfortable, not having counted on his having regrets or an attack of con science. Suppose he blabbed the whole story to mother?

"I blurted out, 'But it was a good fuck, daddy! I enjoyed it, and so did you!'

"I wanted to bite off my tongue, because I suddenly realized that I had said the wrong thing.

"'You don't understand?' daddy almost shouted, his face getting very red. 'You're too young to understand. God damn! Didn't they tell you about-about incest?' He acted as if he were ashamed to say the word, 'In your sex education classes? Incest-why it's even a crime! I-I could go to jail-and if your mother ever found out! Oh, my God… ‘

"Now I knew what to say! "But no one will ever know, daddy. I'll never tell, and I know you won't.'

"Daddy said nothing, and I felt it would be useless to try to reason with him, common sense telling me that at this point it would be best if I did something to divert his mind from the 'crime' of incest.

"Getting up from the bed, I went over to the dresser and climbed up on it, sitting close to the edge and opening my thighs. Either my idea would work or it wouldn't!

"'Daddy, I'm all worked up again,' I said in a sexy voice, 'Why don't you come over here and suck me off? Please! I'm burning up. You can sit on a chair and do it to me.'

"Daddy stared at me, trying to keep his eyes from my cunt. Ha! The poor dear didn't succeed. He took several steps toward me, stopped, and gawked some more at my dripping pussy. Becoming genuinely excited-it doesn't take much to make me want to fuck!-I pulled my cunt lips apart, revealing to his hot gaze the crimson interior. To emphasize my desire, I wriggled my fanny on the dresser top.