David Crane: Hot neighborly wife

Her father sat grimly beside her on the bed. He put his hand on her shoulder. She trembled violently. He stared down at her nubile, naked body and frowned.

"You've been a very wicked girl."

"I know," she sobbed, her face still buried. "Don't you know that it's wrong to blow your uncle?"

"I know it's wrong," she wailed. "But I just couldn't help it, Daddy – his cock tastes so good."

"Hmmm," said her father.

His hand moved on her shoulder, stroking. "Has he been fucking you, too?" he asked. The girl nodded.

"Why, that's incest!" he exclaimed.

"I know," she cried. "But it felt so lovely!" He thought for a moment.

"Do you realize that fucking your uncle is just as wicked as if you were to fuck, say, your father?"

Well, Elizabeth hadn't thought of it that way, but she was in no position to argue the fact. She nodded.

His hand seemed to have slid down onto her ass, by mistake.

He was squeezing the taut globes of her ass and his fingers slipped in between her legs. Elizabeth figured that her father was so shaken up by her wicked behavior that he didn't realize where his hand was. It would not be polite to mention it, she reasoned – and, anyhow, it felt nice. His fingers dipped into her cunt slot. She gasped; she was afraid that, if he kept doing that, she was going to come and surely her daddy would think her really, really wicked girl, if she creamed on his hand! "Well, I won't tell your mother," he said. "Oh, thank you, Daddy! I'd be ever so ashamed if mom knew I'd been fucking her brother!"

"Yes – you must feel really embarrassed."

"Oh, I do!" she assured him.

"You'll probably never be able to look me in the eye again…"

His fingers slipped along her parted pussy slot and brushed lightly over her stiff and vibrant cit.

She trembled. She struggled to control her breathing. What would her father think if she suddenly started to pant with passion and flooded his hand with cunt juice?

"Unless…" he said thoughtfully. "Yes, Daddy?" the girl said meekly. "Unless I, too, were guilty of a similar sin," he mused. "That way, if we were both equally guilty, neither of us would have to be embarrassed or ashamed. Right?"

What is he getting at? she wondered. Was he going to tell her he'd fucked his aunt or something?

"That's true, Daddy," she whispered.

"It seems to be the only solution to the problem, Elizabeth. Otherwise, your shame will endure for years. Yes, it's my duty as your father to remove that terrible guilt and remorse. I don't want to, you understand – but, for your sake, daughter, I am willing to commit the sin!"

"What do you mean?" she asked, and now, for the first time, she raised her face from the pillow and looked at her father – and gasped with shook as she saw him take his cock out!

He rolled her over and spread her slender legs.

"Daddy!" she wailed. "What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to duplicate your sin, daughter – for your sake, for your peace of mind. As much as I hate the thought, I feel I must I'm going to commit the wicked sin of incest!"

"Daddy!" she cried again.

But she made no attempt to close her legs. Her father mounted her and pushed his big, gnarled prick up her cunt and began to fuck away with all the energy of a whirling dervish.

Each time he slammed his cock meat up her aunt, he said: "Oh, I hate doing this terrible thing!"

Elizabeth, starting to get the idea, shoved her pussy enthusiastically down to meet his pounding prick and cried: "Oh! I'm such a naughty girl! Oh, how horrible this is!"

She arched her slender back and met him fuck-stroke for fuck-stroke. She wrapped her legs around him.

"Get it over with, Daddy! Fill my cunt with your lovely – errr – l mean, spend your incestuous lust in my loins quickly, so we can stop sinning."

Soon enough, he spurted a heavy dose of hot jism into his daughter's cunt and she melted, coming at the same time.

"That was awful," said the dutiful father.

"It sure was," said his daughter.

But why were they both smiling in such a contented fashion?

Later, Elizabeth said: "I sure appreciate what you did for me, Daddy – sharing my shame that way."

"It was my fatherly obligation," he said.

She was looking at him in a demure way, eyelashes lowered and fluttering, lips twitching as she struggled not to smile.

"But, Daddy, I'm still embarrassed," she said. "I'm no longer ashamed about fucking Uncle Charley, now that you have committed incest, too – but I'm still ashamed about sucking him off!"

Her father thought about that for a moment.

He was lying on his back and his cock, which had softened and shrunk after he shot his cum-load in her pussy, began to climb right back up into a rampant and rigorous hard-on. The girl gazed at his boner, her face so close that her eyes crossed as they focused on the cock knob.

"I guess I'll just have to let you blow me, in that case," her father said, with as much reluctance as he could muster.

"I guess so," the girl agreed.

And she sucked her father's prick with such skill that he flooded her mouth with spunk in such abundance that the girl almost drowned in cum.

After that day, Elizabeth's father began to come home early from the office, arriving an hour or so before his wife got home from her job. He would march into the house with a great big cock-bulge sticking out in his trousers and inquire, solicitously, how Elizabeth felt.

Elizabeth would say: "Oh, I've felt ashamed of myself all day, Daddy!"

And then, depending on her mood – on what it was that she felt ashamed of, that is – Elizabeth would suck her father's cock or fuck him, and her shame would dissolve along with her melting cunt.

It was a handy arrangement – although she still missed Uncle Charley a lot – and father and daughter enthusiastically made sure that neither of them had any reason to be more ashamed than the other. This mutual absolving of a shared embarrassment lasted for a whole two months.

But then one day, who should arrive home unexpectedly but Elizabeth's mother. That woman had not been getting nearly as much cock recently as she was accustomed to, since her husband had been emptying his cock and balls into their daughter with such frequency – although she never dreamed of that and innocently thought her husband was getting too old for it – and so she bought a nice big dildo that lunchtime and came home an hour early so that she would have time to try it out before she started making dinner.

She was disappointed when she saw her husband's car in the driveway.

Eager to fuck herself, she hated the thought that now she would have to postpone the pleasure until the next day.

But when she went into the house, neither her husband nor her daughter seemed to be at home. She figured that they must have gone for a walk together, and that maybe she would have time to give herself a fast fucking before they returned.

She unwrapped the dildo, which was a good ten inches long and quite realistic, complete with bulging veins and a bulbous prick knob, and even a cleft in the tip. Her cunt started to simmer as she gazed at the delightful size and configuration of her new toy.

She kissed the cock knob affectionately.

Then she hurried up to the bedroom – where she discovered the reason why her husband had not been fucking her lately. Standing in the doorway, she froze in shock. Her mouth dropped open so wide that her jaw seemed to be resting on her tits and her eyes bulged out like hard-boiled eggs.

On the bed – the marital bed – her husband was fucking the ass off their daughter! She was writhing under him, her slim legs hooked around his hips, and he was fucking the cock meat to her cunt, his ass corkscrewing, his hips pounding, his bloated balls swinging in and out.