Steve Parker - Incest girl

"Okay," she said, turning her raven-tressed head towards him to lick his lips, her flashing green eyes filled with so much love for her father, her lover, that had anyone looked into those eyes, they could not have failed to read the smoldering message behind her sooty, silken lashes. And the dangerous thing was that she didn't seem to care who knew how she felt; in fact, it often seemed as if she were flaunting her intense love for the man who had sprung her into life.

This was the very thing Alan was on the verge of discussing with his daughter. Several times he had cautioned her about this, but no matter how many times he warned her, she simply could not seem to understand the danger under which she placed them by not bridling her emotions toward him when they were in public. No matter where they were or what they might be doing, Lillian's bottomless, passionate love for him couldn't be concealed. And eventually someone was going to reach the conclusion that there was a far greater love between them than the usual attachment and devotion of a father and daughter. And should it be discovered that Alan Madden was fucking his daughter, he would spend many, many years in the state prison, the infamous San Quentin.

"Angel," he started again, "I hope you'll try to understand what I'm going to say… what I must say to you. I want you to…"

Before he could say anything further, Lillian laid her fingertips across his lips. "Wait a minute, Dad," she interrupted, feeling between her thighs for his dick. She had felt his rod growing stiff within a few seconds after her warm, soft ass settled down in his lap. Her fingers closed around the shaft and pointed the head at her crotch. With her free hand, she pulled the elastic of her panties aside and, lifting her ass a few inches, settled back down with a sigh as the swollen, thick knob pushed her wet twat lips apart, sinking through the slippery flesh until the head settled snugly against the end of her cunt.

The slick warmth of her pussy enveloped his cock like a tight-fitting glove which had been made precisely for him. And, in a manner of speaking, her pussy had been created for him only. At least so it seemed since he'd first fucked her. As good as it felt, he was on the verge of protesting that what he had to say was far too important for them to confuse the issue by indulging in a screw. But he held his tongue; once Lillian made up her mind she wanted his dick in her snatch, she had a single-minded determination about it and she seldom let anything short of an outright fight prevent her from fucking her dad. Aside from that, Alan had to admit to himself, there was nothing in the world quite like having his dick in his baby's hot, clutching pussy. He had fucked many women in his lifetime, but never once had he found one who could even come close to giving him the sexual thrills his daughter gave him. Maybe it was the forbidden perversity of the act of father and daughter fucking and sucking each other that gave it that added dimension of excitement. He wasn't sure what it was that made sex with her so much better than with anyone else. But whatever it was, he was thankful the right chemistry existed between them.

When they fucked, no matter whether he had his dick in her cunt, ass, or her sweetly sucking mouth, it was always special for him. And there was a magic in it for her, too. There had to be, he reasoned, because, so far as he knew, Lillian had never fucked another man until after she was married. That is, aside from the sex he and she had with other men or women right here at the house. A couple of years after he'd started fucking her, he tried to get her to date some young men but she had grown so angry and then so terribly hurt at his suggestion that he'd never broached the subject again.

"I don't want to fuck anyone but you, Dad," she'd explained patiently after she got herself back together again. But still her lovely green eyes filled with tears as she thought about his suggestion that she should have sex with someone other than her father so she would learn what it was like to fuck another male besides himself. "And I don't want to suck any man's dick but yours!" she snapped, her hanger overshadowing her hurt. Twin jewel-like tears spilled from her long lashes and tumbled down her flushed cheeks.

Those tears had made Alan feel like a big jackass, and to make it up to her he said, "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I'll never mention the subject again." He had kissed her damp eyes and licked the salty tears from her cheeks. His hand went under the micro-mini and his fingers snaked between her thigh and the elastic of her panties and sank palm deep in her tight cunt. For a few minutes he had stroked in and out of her twat, making certain she was soaking wet before moving to her swollen clitoris. With the ball of his index finger he caressed it until he had her reduced to a panting she-animal who was fucking hard against his probing fingers.

"Am I forgiven, baby?" he had whispered, and tongued her pink ear. He knew he could turn her into a puddle of quivering jelly anytime he wished simply by caressing her ever-hungry pussy. "You don't have to fuck anyone but me. This pussy," he had soothed against her ear, and pushed his fingers all the way in her hole when she thrust her hips forward, "is all mine and mine alone, if that's the way you want it."

She had nodded her head and sniffled back the tears as Alan went on. "You misunderstood what I meant. I didn't mean that you had to fuck anyone else – I merely thought you might want to see what it would be like to have sex with someone else besides your old father. You'll never know, sugar," he pointed out, "till you try another cock."

Strangely enough, even though he had been saying it, he wasn't sure he meant it. Why was he trying to talk her into fucking some young punk kid who probably wouldn't know a damn thing about sex – a dummy who would know no better than to simply jump between her thighs, cram his cock in her cunt, pump a few times and come. It would probably be over quicker than it would take to tell about it.

His left hand had also gone under her skirt. It went in the back of her panties and down the crack of her ass, past her asshole and his fingers entered her cunt from the rear. When his fingers were wet and slippery, Alan moved them back up to her asshole and pushed two fingers in her bung up to his second knuckle, then began pumping them in and out with a circular motion.

"Ye… yes!" she had gasped in answer as she went up on her tiptoes to reach his mouth. Her sweet tongue pushed in his mouth. "Fuck my asshole with your fingers!"

That had been the end of his attempts to get his daughter to fuck someone else. But he had grown afraid they might somehow be caught because of her seemingly uncontrollable penchant to fondle and caress his cock no matter where they were or what they might be doing.

So when she'd said, "There, now go ahead with your oh-so-serious discussion," he wasn't sure he could talk intelligently with his cock buried to the hilt in her slick, velvet-soft cunt.

But he had managed it much better than he'd thought he would. Alan explained that he wanted her to get married, and the reason behind his decision. She'd cried and protested that she would kill herself before she would leave him and marry some dumb punk who wouldn't know his ass from a hole in the ground. But with a great deal of patience Alan was able to convince her it was the best thing to do, otherwise both of them might end up in prison. If she were married, then no one would think anything was going on between her and Alan. Yet, it was only after she had his solemn promise that she could still fuck him whenever one visited the other that she agreed.

And now here she was back home once more to make him fulfill that promise once again. When Lillian opened the door to the bedroom, a warm smile parted her lips, exposing sparkling, even white teeth. Her wide eyes blazed with instant desire for her naked father stretched across the bed on his stomach. How very delicious his tight, firm ass looked to her.