Grace Wilkinson - The family reunion book II

The two of them stood there like lost children, clinging to each other, both of them sobbing, until the closeness of their bodies brought out the hidden lust inside them. Afterward, Tricia would not even recall who had started it… whether it was her or her father… but suddenly she was kissing him and his hands were running all over her body. Her brief cotton dress allowed him to feel the soft voluptuousness of her breasts, her hips, her thighs… her knees felt weak as she leaned against him and her mind went blank. There were no evil thoughts to contemplate after all… only the blissful absence of thought… the wonderful nearness to her father's big strong muscular body. She could already feel the outline of his immense penis pressing against her… and in spite of everything… no matter what… she wanted him jerking and spurting up inside her again! The taste of his mouth on hers was familiar and marvellous, sending chills of desire racing down to the explosion point between her legs.

John's heart thudded hard in his chest, and in a lightening flash he seemed to still see young Nancy back at the cabin… seemed to feel her tiny, greedily clinging pussy beneath his fingers. His naked cock rose precipitously against Tricia's stomach, and he could sense that her whole being was in readiness for him. What had happened before had been an accident… when he had stumbled upon her in the grass out by the lake and had seen her playing nakedly with his daughter-in-law, Susan, something had snapped inside him… if anyone had asked him, never in a million years would be have dreamed he would do such a thing to his own daughter! Yet, here they were today… caught in each other's arms, so hungry for each other that they could hardly wait!

"Darling… let's sit down here… come on… sit down here with me!" he said softly. He helped to lower her trembling form to the ground, and they sat side by side on the soft earth that was still warm from the autumnal sun. John's arm brought her close to him and his lips found that her willing mouth had the color as well as the taste of fresh crushed strawberries.

They were sitting very close and Tricia felt completely mesmerized by her father's hypnotically comforting proximity. In a daze, she began to shake her head no, but the action seemed to have no connection to what was happening. Her face became a mask of uncontrallable longing… as, her father's hotly searching hands slipped into the thin fabric of her dress, cupping her large white breats inside the half-bra she wore, and slowly beginning to massage them into an excitedly quivering hardness.

"Tricia's breasts…" he thought to himself. "I'm holding my own little baby, Tricia's breasts!"

He could recall when she didn't have any, when she was only a tiny baby, nestling in his arms. And now, his big hands could hardly encompass the firm, white mounds. With his thumb and forefinger be fumbled for the tips, taking the softly throbbing nipples and rolling them with slow deliberation.

"Oh, Dadddy… Daaaady!" Tricia moaned. She could feel herself melting at her father's intimate touches. The golden curling triangle of sparsely growing pubic hair between her legs was moist with longing for the man who had spawned her. There was a dull ache in her loins that she wanted desperately to eradicate. There was really only one way to do this, she knew, and that was to suck her father's prick deep up inside her hungering stomach and satisfy the intense need she felt.

As if sensing what his young married daughter wanted, John placed his hand on her leg, high up at her thigh. The material of her flimsy cotton dress fell back from her legs, and be slipped his hand upward, making light, teasing contact with the thin leg band of elastic of Tricia's sheer pink panties. He could feel thin, teasing tendrils of silken pubic hair curling out from underneath the edges.

"Ah… Tricia… baby," John sighed, letting his tongue slip deep into her mouth. Tricia groaned as her father teased his fingers about on the outer little cuntal lips between her legs, pushing and sliding the thin, almost non-existent material into the narrow slit of her trembling vagina. He was surprised as she moaned softly and lay limply back upon the grass with the legs slightly spread, and he lay back with her, a new shaft of desire piercing him at the thought of his audacity. He was actually touching her cunt now! He felt with certainty that he was realizing the fulfillment of many years of suppressed dreams about his daughter as be played with her teasingly at first. Then his index finger slipped suddenly beneath the thin protective crotch band of her panties and he flicked at the moisture of her exposed cuntal lips where they pulsed softly beneath the thin, wet material.

"Oh God, dadddy! Your finger feels soooo goooood!" Tricia cried. She felt so open and vulnerable down there… so sensual!

John tenderly hooked his fingers into the waistband of his daughter's panties, pulling them slowly down over her smoothly rounded hips. She lifted her buttocks up the tiniest bit to help him get them off. Then he moved down a little and peered greedily up his daughter's dress and between her slightly parted thighs. It was growing dark rapidly, but be could clearly see the soft blonde triangle of pubic hair that fringed her moistly glistening pussy. A surge of pride went through him, at the thought that this beautiful young married woman was indeed his own daughter and the illogical thought occurred to him, that this was the way it ought to be… better him… than that no good husband of hers… that bastard… Ike!

Tricia, too, was thinking of her husband, and her thoughts were similar to her father's… hadn't she longed for her father's gentleness when Ike made love to her? When Ike made her cry because of his insensitive demands, hadn't she always wanted to have her father hold her in his arms and soothe away her tears? When Ike made her do those horrid things and pose in those lewd positions in front of his video tape machine, didn't she somehow manage to get through it by visualizing her dear daddy's face, by pretending she was once more living at home… far away from her husband of 2 years… far away from his insatiable sex appetites???

She could feel her father's gaze upon her openly exposed vagina, but instead of feeling ashamed, as she might have had it been Ike, she felt surprisingly calm, as though she had finally reconciled herself to the necessity of what was happening.

John's eyes feasted lewdly upon the tight, thinly bearded little hole nestled teasingly up between his daughter's legs. He felt shamelessly aroused as she lay before him in helpless submission. His rock-hard cock stuck straight out before him, as he knelt on all fours before the wonder of Tricia's exposure.

"Lift up!" he suddenly said. His tone of voice was low and demanding. After only a second's hesitation, Tricia obeyed, lifting her back up slightly. John pushed her dress up over the whiteness of her stomach and let his band slip beneath the naked half-moons of his daughter's softly rounded buttocks. They were moist and cool from contact with the damp ground. He bent his face in close between her long exquisitely tapered thighs, letting the female perfume of her body exhilarate him. At that moment he felt ageless, and time seemed to stand still, as though be were created solely to inhale the personal fragrances of his daughter, Tricia. Fascinated, he leaned further still, and flicked out his tongue, letting it wetly tease the tight hair-lined slit of her now nakedly trembling pussy. His tongue ran over the tiny bits of smooth flesh as well as the golden curly pubic hairs that surrounded them, and Tricia groaned and arched herself up to meet his tentative probings. Her father's thumbs spread the soft hair-fringed lips between the luscious thighs, and his pointed tongue after being re-moisted, probed hotly back into her widespread pussy.