Ben Valentine: Incest girl

Her father's erect and pulsing prick quivered between her thighs, but he had not yet explored the sensitive area between her legs and he wasn't ready to take her yet. His hands grasped her shapely buttocks and pulled her close to him, letting his fingers find the hot wet crease between her cunt-lips, and began to gently rub her cunt until she was writhing and squirming from his touch.

"Oh sweetheart," he moaned against her mouth. "You're so hot!"

She thought that the heat between her legs would consume her, send her up in a cloud of smoke.

"Hold my cock," he whispered, and she slowly grasped his fiery, hard prick and massaged it softly, feeling the lubricant of his passion on the huge bulbous head. She caressed it lovingly, easing the foreskin back and forth over the pulsating shaft, and she could feel his hips jerk with each movement of her fingers.

His fingers toyed with the fleshy, pink lips of her hot, wet cunt, separating them, squeezing them and running his fingers between them.

"Yesss…" she groaned, her voice too choked with passion to be heard.

He slipped one finger inside her, tickling the rubbery walls of her warm, wet pussy. He made her tremble a couple of times, and the passion building up in her body made it all so very delicious. She wanted him to do everything to her, anything he wanted, it didn't matter as long as he never stopped.

His hands came back to the flushed nipples of her tits, stroking them tenderly while she played with his cock. She pushed her body up against his hands, urging him to crush her with his fingers. His already huge prick was growing even thicker in her hand, and she didn't want to let it go. She wanted to hold it forever, feel its length and thickness in her hand for the rest of her life. She didn't care now if her mother were to come into the room and find her in her father's arms, her hand caressing his cock. She just wanted him and now he was going to fuck her!

"Oh Daddy! I can't wait!"

"Oh baby!" he murmured.

Tears of happiness flowed down her face as she felt him move between her thighs, separating her legs with his knees and adjusting his hips so that the solid tip of his cock was throbbing against the wet lips of her hot cunt.

"Oh yes," she, moaned as she felt the first stab of his big prick – felt it ease it's way into her – sending tremors of passion all through her. Her cunt felt stretched and incredibly naked, the ticklish sensations of pleasure becoming greater until it was all she could bear.

"Aaahhh," she groaned as he pushed his cock deeper into her, splitting her channel with each thrust, driving her with each forward movement into an ecstatic state of delirium. She was quivering, clinging, gasping in an effort to stay her orgasm, so she could feel the entire length of her father's heavenly cock as it surged into her with ever increasing speed.

She convulsed under him, hanging onto him, pushing and pulling against him and away from him with each of his powerful thrusts. Her gasps became hoarser and hoarser as his thrusts became more forceful, until she uttered one long low wall and she could wait no longer.

"Daddy! I'm cumming! Cumming," she choked out. "Harder, Daddy! I'm cumming…"

He buffeted her into the mattress, throwing his entire weight on top of her, and she pulled her knees up almost to her tits so he could bury his cock into her upturned cunt, right to his balls.

"Oh baby!" he gasped. "Oh sweet baby!"

She could feel her contractions around her father's deeply submerged prick as he held her fast, his cock buried inside her to the very tip of her cervix. Suddenly, while she was still in the throes of her orgasm, he shot his hot liquid charge up into her.

When they were both spent, they lay side by side on the bed, touching, fondling tenderly. She couldn't move. She couldn't think. She just wanted to be cuddled in her father's arms, enjoying the warmth of her feeling.

After a while, her hand crept down to his cock. "Why is he so soft?" she asked, her words muffled against his shoulder.

"Because you ruined him," replied her father with a contented sigh.

Paula gave a little giggle. "Serves him right. He ruined my pussy."

"That was last Saturday, by the pool."

"Doesn't matter. He ruined my pussy just the same. Now my pussy can't do without him. It wants him all the time."

She had a firm grip on his drooping cock and it thrilled her how quickly it sprang back to life in response to her caresses. It felt wet and slippery in her hand, because of his cum and her pussy secretions. She massaged it softly, easing the foreskin back and forth over the bulbous head, and she could feel her father's hips jerk with each movement her hand made on it. Soon it was vowing even larger in the grip of her gentle fingers.

The feel of his cock aroused her, and her soul cried out for further pleasure and satisfaction. She suffered in semi-sweet agony, feeling that what she and her father were doing was not right. But she also knew that she would never love anyone as much – except her brother. She would never ever want to give herself so freely, so completely, so unselfishly – except to her darling brother. She bit the skin at the base of her father's neck, then kissed it gently, watching his muscles jerk in spasms as her tongue ran along his skin. She wanted to excite him again, make him happy, happier than he had ever been with any woman – even her mother – and she was going to do it!

She eased slowly away from his neck and shoulder and moved her, head and mouth down his body, kissing every inch of flesh she could manage to cover along the way.

Her father's arms tightened around her, and she could feel his body trembling against her as she was filled with an overpowering tenderness toward him. A special warmth flowed through her being, a kind of glow, a happiness and contentedness.

She kissed the breadth of his chest, the narrowness of his waist and hips, and then her lips closed around his throbbing cock. He gasped as her moist, warm mouth engulfed the bulbous head of his excitedly pulsating prick and her tongue caressed its length with a gentleness that thrilled him.

"Oh Paula, sweetheart," he groaned. "Yes that's the way to do it!"

Paula smiled to herself, happy in the thought she was making her father happy, making him feel the tenderness she felt toward him.

"Oh my darling," he moaned, his hands on her shoulders, pushing her down farther onto his cock. She could feel the smooth rubbery head press at the back of her throat and she wanted to devour him, consume him totally, make him completely hers.

She continued her voracious mouthing of her father's hardened prick for several minutes, until she could taste the first drop of liquid that flowed from the head of his cock.

"Blow me, Paula darling! Swallow my cum!"

The teen-age girl didn't need to be told. She had no intention of letting even one little drop get away from her. Her lip's tightened around the head of her father's cock just as it spurted a hot liquid stream that hit the back of her throat. Paula swallowed frantically again and again, until she had it under control and the throbbing shaft was sucked dry.

Her father lay back on the bed, unable to move, like every nerve in his body – for the time being – had been short-circuited. If he thought that his teen-age daughter was finished with his cock, he was due for a surprise.

Paula refused to let the limp organ slip from her mouth, determined to restore it to its usual bone-hard condition. It took her several minutes, but by then the huge erect cock she was kissing and licking was evidence of her success.

Her father pulled her roughly up on him and kissed her fiercely, passion mingling with tenderness as their bodies locked together, their lips moving of their own will over eyes, cheeks, necks – their breathing so enflamed that it choked into half-uttered words.