Steve Parker - Incest girl

These two, father and daughter, were fantastically fortunate in that they were on the brink of erupting within the same second.

Alan Madden felt himself peaking, about to spew his sperm in his daughter's cunt – the cunt that might give birth to his child.

Lillian felt her own climax wash throughout her sweaty body like a giant tidal wave destroying everything in its path. The aftershock of the wave flashed through her again and again as she felt her father's boiling cum fill her cunt and bathe her labes and thighs with its milky stickiness.

"My precious darling girl!" Alan panted, falling forward to suck her right, hard nipple into his mouth. He let his teeth scrape the sensitive, tender flesh of her pink nipple and felt her body jerk with each nip. The huge cock deep in her twat began to shrink, growing softer with each passing second.

Lillian felt it getting small and smaller, too, and before it could slip out of her compressed cunt, she twisted quickly from beneath him, closed her fingers around the cum-covered, slippery meat that had just emptied itself into her thirsty twat and lowered her mouth towards it.

Her tongue darted out and licked the thick, milky cum from her father's glistening cock. Tilting her head to one side, she half circled his cock and sucked all the jizz draining down towards his balls. She knew she was eating the mixture of his cum and the juices from her own cunt, and it almost made her climax again.

How very delicious the sticky juices were! For a moment she closed her eyes and let the slippery substance glide down her throat to her stomach where it seemed to explode like tiny bombs as each drop coated her insides with a glow that warmed her entire stomach and seemed to melt down towards her cunt.

How long they lay there with her cuddled, spoon-fashion, in the curve of his body, they had no idea. Finally the girl twisted in the curve of his arms and kissed his slack mouth, pushing her tongue between his lips to find and duel playfully with his.

After a moment or two of tender, loving kisses without passion, she tugged him up and they lay on the bed. "I want some more, Dad," she told him matter of factly, as if this were something she had done each day of her life. Her eyes were bright, sparkling with life and the fires of rekindled passion – that is, if they indeed ever did lose their flaming desire from the second Alan had taken his first irrevocable step into incest.

He gazed at her, shaking his head in disbelief. He'd Goddamn near torn her tiny asshole apart and ripped her a new cunt and damned if she still didn't want more! She should be too sore to move, and probably would be when she came down from her sexual high. "Sorry, pussycat," he pointed out patiently, "but your old dad's not a young man any longer. I simply can't perform on command." He reached down and closed his fingers around his flaccid dick and shook it at her. It looked like nothing so much as a giant, fat grub worm too deep in sleep to be awakened.

"I couldn't get this thing hard again if my life depended on it. In an hour or two, maybe…" He shrugged, leaving the rest unsaid; there was no further need.

"Tsk tsk tsk!" she teased, removing his hand from the limp dick and replacing it with her own. There was no denying that the softly stroking hand on his defeated cock felt extremely pleasant, but it was a dead issue, in a manner of speaking. His prick wouldn't get hard again this quickly even if God himself came down from heaven and gave a command for it to come to attention!

A new, strange gleam lit her dancing eyes. She licked her lips in anticipation. "I can make it stand straight up again. Wanna bet?" She smiled almost wickedly at him, her thumb caressing the tender under flesh of his cock.

Cocking his head, he said suspiciously, "Do I wanna what?" he mocked, using her colloquialism.

She tweaked his nose playfully for catching her slip. "You know very well what I mean, Dad!" she admonished, feigning anger.

"Nope – what?" he teased. Of course he had an idea, yet he wasn't certain. Not after what they'd just gone through.

"I know how to get it hard again. I've been reading loads of books and magazines," she explained patiently, as though she were the one teaching him all about sex instead of the other way around. Without awaiting an answer, her head went to his lap. Her lips parted far enough for her to take the head of his soft dick in her mouth. Her long, silky black hair brushed his thighs, tickling pleasantly.

It felt wonderful to have her hot, wet mouth around the head of his dick, but he knew his tool wouldn't get hard again after two comes – not even for his dream-woman, Angie Dickinson. "That's nice, sugar, but it… it… Oh, shit!" Her tongue caressed the underside of his cock on that super-sensitive strip of flesh. It made him grind his teeth.

"I told you I could do it!" she said triumphantly when she made him cry out. But she was wrong, so far. His prick was still as limp as a wet sack.

"Pussycat, it feels great, but my cock's simply not going to get hard again for a while yet." But he wasn't too certain of that because her wet mouth took every last inch of his soft cock, and it completely filled her. The smooth, hot head tickled the back of her throat and she held it there, sucking as best she could.

The effort choked her and made her eyes fill with tears. She knuckled them away with a sigh. "I'm still not going to give up, Dad," she assured him with a swallow. "I want you to come in my mouth. I want to know what it tastes like right out of your cock instead second-hand like a while ago," Lillian explained, referring to when she'd licked their mixed juices from his dick.

"Promise you won't get mad at me," she asked, "no matter what I do?"

What in hell could she possibly have in that lovely head of hers? He really couldn't imagine. But then, there have been thousands of fathers surprised and shocked when they learned the extent of their daughters' understanding and involvement in sex.

His shoulders lifted in a shrug, and he closed one eye and peered at her out of the other. "What are you going to do, angel?" He wanted to give her the go-ahead, but did he dare?

"You'll see," she beamed warmly. "But promise me first?"

"Okay, okay." He grinned at her and ruffled her hair. "I've got a feeling I shouldn't, but I promise. Do whatever you want and I'll keep my cool."

He watched her spit in her free hand and still had no idea what she was going to do. "I read about this in a fuck novel," she pointed out, her face flushing. She felt slightly embarrassed at what she was about to do to her father. For all she knew, he might come completely unglued. "It's supposed to really turn a man on. I sure hope it turns you on, Dad."

Alan didn't miss the skepticism. Obviously she wasn't sure of her ground. He wanted all sex to be easy for his daughter so he reassured her with, "Do it, sweetheart. Whatever it is, I won't mind." He laughed to show her he meant it. "What the hell. I might even like it – if you ever get around to doing it."

For a second he was on the brink of stopping her when she smeared her spit over his asshole and without any warning her middle finger pressed slowly but steadily up his bung. In spite of himself, he pulled away from her. At least he tried to get away from that probing finger until he reminded himself that he would let her do whatever she wanted. Actually, a finger digging in his asshole was not exactly his idea of sex. Yet, how could he justify stopping her when he'd just finished fucking her ass until she'd passed out? He couldn't. He grew still while she sucked his dick and fucked him up the ass with her finger.

Lillian didn't really know what she was supposed to do other than simply fuck his ass with her fingers while she sucked him off. She remembered that in the novel she'd read, the woman had stuffed her finger up her man's ass and caressed his prostate gland. Now just what the hell was a prostate gland? She didn't know – nor did she have the slightest idea how one went about finding it up someone's asshole.