Steve Parker - Incest girl

"I'm going to eat up every sweet inch of your body, Dad!" she whispered just loud enough for him to hear. Lillian knew he wouldn't reply; she also knew he would lie utterly still and let her manipulate his yielding body to meet and satisfy her burning desires – and thereby quench the leaping fires within himself.

Before Lillian reached the bed, she was naked. When she hooked her thumbs in the elastic band of her panties and pushed them from her rounded hips, she noticed that the crotch was soaked. She smiled to herself; her father always had this effect on her, especially when they were going to fuck. Alan didn't even need to touch her to start her cunt juices flowing.

With her heart racing, pounding so hard within her chest she feared it would actually explode, she grasped his ankles and spread his legs as far apart as they would stretch without causing him discomfort. She looked between his parted thighs for his cock, but it was hidden under his belly. But she saw something almost as good; his heavy balls looked delightful. Lillian leaned forward with her hands on either side of his ass and sucked one nut gently into her warm, wet, hungry mouth.

Tiny imps played tag with each other as they scampered up her spine and darted around to her proud tits and hardening nipples. It seemed as though the imps were dressed in a million brilliantly colored feathers when they tumbled about in her sprouting nipples, then down through her bubbling stomach to her wet, slippery cunt.

With her long, slender fingers – fingers that knew this hard body better than any living person – she spread the cheeks of his butt and gazed down at her father's brownish-pink, puckered asshole. Soft whimpering sounds trickled from her lips, but she was so enthralled with the anticipation of what she was about to do to her father that she was completely unaware the murmurs were coming from her.

It had been far, far too long since she'd made tender, sweet love to Alan's asshole. His buns quivered when Lillian pushed her tongue as deep as she could up his ass. God, how she loved the silky feel of his flesh against her sensitive tongue as it slipped in and out of his ass. Her secret fantasy was that her tongue was a cock – her cock. As she reamed his bung, she imagined her thrusting tongue to be her own huge cock; for a few moments she pretended that she had grown a big, steel-hard dick and was fucking her own father with it. Often she wondered why she harbored such fantasies, but she found no answer. Was it because he fucked her in the ass and this was her way of getting even? No. For she loved it to death when he fucked her asshole. Whatever the reason, it was one of her favorite things to do to him, and for him. And that was all that really mattered.

Lillian licked from his balls up to the crack of his ass, over his twitching shitter, up to the base of his spine and then back down to his quivering bung. Her tongue tip flicked teasingly into the warm asshole, circled it, and suddenly darted inside like a stabbing cock in a slippery cunt.

A groan started deep in Alan's chest and worked its way up through his throat and parted his lips. "Ooooooh! Goddamn, that's good, baby! So fucking good!" he cried, thrusting his ass back against her face, trying to force her maddening tongue deeper in his bung.

As gently as though she were cupping a robin's eggs, Lillian slipped her hand between the sheet and his body and caressed his hot balls for a moment or two before forcing her hand farther up to grasp his throbbing cock. Her wet, knowing tongue slipped easily out of his relaxed asshole. The distended flesh seemed to clutch and grab at his daughter's escaping tongue as it convulsed and quivered.

"No, Lillian, no!" he protested, wanting her tongue to remain up his ass. "Don't stop, Goddammit! Fuck my asshole with your tongue! Fuck me!"

It was always this way for them. If her father had his way, Lillian knew, he would have her fucking his hungry ass with her educated tongue far hours at a time. But then, she knew all the things her father loved – and she was about to do one of them right now. Yet, before she did, her full, sensual lips circled Alan's puckered bung and she drew the round flesh into her mouth and sucked and nipped the tender, sensitive-skin until she had him whimpering in shuddering pleasure.

The girl's long fingers closed around his cock when he arched his trembling ass so she could reach him better and began to stroke his pulsating dong from tip to base. Not until she felt his dick jerk and quiver, an indication that he was going to come very shortly if she didn't stop, did she take her hand away from his cock and draw her damp face from between the cheeks of his sweaty ass.

"Jesus fucking Christ, yes! Now!" he panted, knowing very well what she was about to do. No matter how she made him come it was wonderful, but what she was, about to do now was infinitely better. "Do it now, for God's sake, before I go out of my fucking mind!" he begged, his face contorted and beaded with sweat.

He felt the bed shift when Lillian stood and went to the closet. For the first time since his daughter entered the bedroom, Alan twisted his head to watch her. For some strange reason it always had a special effect on him to observe her ritual at this particular moment of their sex game. When she first did this thing to him, he felt like a homosexual. He told himself he wasn't. But… was he?

Going up on her toes, she reached for the box on the shelf above his tailored clothes. The perfectly formed cheeks of her ass clenched, making them look almost, almost but not quite like a young boy's firm butt. Her fingers trembled as she fumbled with the lid and took out the object the box contained.

Alan's ass muscles snapped together and his bung squeezed down tight. That special tingling sensation started racing around the rim of his asshole and flashed straight to his nuts and cock as his staring eyes watched his daughter adjust the nine-inch dildo snugly against the wet hair of her pussy. When she finished lacing the strap at the base of her spine, she looked up at her staring father with her eyes half-closed.

Each step was slow, calculated to draw from both of them every perverted thrill that lay hidden in their bodies – the anticipation was a part of their ritual neither would nor could have gone without. The flesh-colored cock swayed gently from side to side when she came to a stop beside the bed. With her eyes on his, and his staring eyes never leaving the huge man-made cock sticking almost straight out from his daughter's crotch, Lillian reached between her slightly parted thighs. She made a cup of her fingers and scooped upward from the bottom of her soaked cunt to the top. The pink, wet gash parted to admit the fingers and cunt juices soaked her hand.

She looked at the tiny puddle now formed in the center of her palm. Lillian had to fight an almost overpowering urge to dip her tongue into the scented fluid from her own body. And she would have had she not needed it for another purpose at this very moment.

Without being told, Alan came up on his knees at the edge of the bed. And though there was no need because of his position, his fingers bit into the firm cheeks of his ass and spread them wider yet. His clutching brownie looked like nothing so much as a little mouth begging to be filled.

Smearing her cunt juices around his asshole, Lillian stuffed her wet fingers up his throbbing butt as far as she could get them so he would be slippery inside as well as out. Once again they dipped between the lips of her pussy and came out glistening. She reached forward and nudged them in her father's mouth. While he sucked the delicious juice from her fingers, she arched her crotch and stuffed the dildo up her cunt so it, too, would be slick when she fucked with it.