Steve Parker - Incest girl

What would happen, what would he do if she turned and expressed her burning desire to fuck him? God! He just might beat her within an inch of her life for daring to be so bold! Maybe, just maybe he felt the same way about her. But, on the other hand, he might hate her for the rest of her life. And if that should happen, she knew she would die of heartbreak.

Never before had Lillian's body affected Alan quite like this. Just what the hell would he do if she turned and saw his stiff cock?

He watched the water flow down her curved spine to the tight crack of her ass and vanish between her thighs where the lips of her pussy began.

He'd almost knelt and kissed her cunt right then!

Maybe it was this, the advent of puberty, which made Alan Madden plunge irrevocably into incest. Later, the guilt would come. Yet that ugly guilt could never overpower the emotion of the most uncontrollable, mind-shattering urge known to mankind: SEX!

Forgetting about his expensive watch, his favorite double-knit dress shirt, Alan reached for the soap in the dish attached to the tiled wall and lathered Lillian's back. In seconds he was soaked to the elbows, but he didn't even notice.

As if of their own volition, his hands, slippery with soap, floated over her velvet skin. They grew hot on her shoulders, down her spine to her hips, hips already fulfilling the promise of ripe womanhood with each passing day. He fought a silent, losing battle within himself. It was terribly, horribly wrong what he wanted to do to his own daughter, a mere baby.

It took every ounce of will power he possessed to prevent his hands from moving on down to cup the warm, soft cheeks of his daughter's ass. "No!" The singe word exploded from his lips as he jerked his hands from the soft swell of her hips and placed them on her shoulders.

"Huh?" She glanced over her wet shoulder at him, and, somehow, she knew: in her father's tone she recognized a barely controlled passion. And in his eyes she saw the same burning desire she felt for him.

A crooked little smile tugged at her lips and her eyes sparkled with delight. This time she would do something she'd never dared before. "Let me have the soap, Dad," she said, taking it from his trembling fingers – which was an excellent opportunity for her to pretend it had slipped from her hand. She let it fall to the floor. "Oops!" she giggled nervously and spread her legs as she bent to retrieve the bar of soap.

Would the ploy work? Would this be enough enticement for him to react as she wanted. Lillian was sure she knew what she was doing. She was a virgin and had never even considered seducing a boy, much less her own father. But she, and many of the other young women, had read dozens of the so-called porno novels and had looked at even more magazines with full-page fuck-pictures. In fact this very pose she was striking for her father was one she had seen in a fuck magazine only a few days before. If it worked for grown women, then it should do the same for her, she reasoned.

Lillian peeped through her parted thighs and saw her father's staring eyes fixed on the lips of her tight pussy. A glance at the crotch of his flares told her all she needed to know. The big bulge along his right thigh could mean only one thing: his cock was hard because he wanted her, wanted to bury that big, wonderful hunk of meat deep in her virgin pussy.

She reached between her thighs and spread her cuntlips so he would see the tender, pink inner flesh. Inside the soft folds, her secretions made the pinkness glisten, and she slipped one finger in her hole until it completely vanish from Alan's sight.

The girl worked it in and out of her snatch, and with each thrust he caught his breath.

Carefully, as if she were an exquisite, delicate piece of priceless Ming China, Alan cupped the crack of her ass, his middle finger sinking carefully between those hot labes, the labes that were flesh of his flesh – his daughter whose body excited him beyond rational reasoning, was created by him. It was his seed which issued the spark of life in her mother's womb.

Perhaps it was this very fact that generated the blazing inferno in his loins at this moment. Carefully, gently, so he wouldn't hurt his daughter, Alan pushed his finger past the tender lips of her pussy and sank it in her slippery hole. Goddamn, how very tight her cunt was. He felt her flinch and draw away just a little as his finger penetrated her innocent body – innocent because only her own fingers had ever been inside her virgin cunt.

To Lillian's surprise, there had been no pain and only a small amount of blood when she'd broken her own cherry with her finger a few weeks before. Now she was pleased it was broken, for she wanted absolutely nothing to impede her dad's progress in the violation of her cunt.

Alan sank to his knees and leaned forward, kissing each rounded, tightly stretched asscheek. Then his tongue came out and licked at the top of her crack. Flicking his knowing tongue from side to side, he started down the middle of her ass and when he reached her puckered, tiny pink asshole, the tip of his tongue nudged its way in a fraction at a time. For a few seconds Lillian was wholly unable to relax the tightly clenched muscle of her bung. But the tongue was so exciting, gentle and warm, she couldn't have kept him locked out had she wanted to do so. And she certainly had no wish to prevent him from enjoying all of her body.

He withdrew the tip of his tongue and circled her asshole with his lips, sucking the entire puckered bung into his mouth. As he nibbled the velvet flesh with his lips, his finger slid up the soaked crack of her pussylips until he felt the tiny, extended clitoris. Lillian gasped when the soft ball of his index finger brushed the top where it peeped its head from the protective shield.

"Hummmmm! Oh, Dad-Dad! That feels… Oh my God!" she cried, when suddenly her father's tongue stabbed into her asshole and his finger caressed her clit at the same time. "Ye-Yes! Do it to me, Da-Dad!" She felt his thumb ease as far as he could get it into her cunt. And never once did his tongue cease its maddening thrust up her asshole, nor did his finger stop the careful, gentle caressing of her clitoris.

Her perfect titties heaved with each gasping breath she sucked into her lungs. Could there possibly be anything in the whole wide world as soul-shattering as this? It was super when she finger-fucked herself, but in no way could that be compared to what Dad was doing to her now.

"Fuck me, Dad!" she gasped between gulps of breath. "Fuck me with your sweet tongue." She had no idea how he would react to such foul language from her, but she no longer cared. Besides, she was unable to control what she said. It was as if another had taken over her body and mind – and this new being knew all the words, and wanted to say them to her adorable father.

As his fingers worked in her tight slit and his tongue fucked her asshole, Alan wondered if she could take his stiff, aching cock. It sure as hell didn't appear likely judging from the snug fit of her sheath around the thumb pressing in and out of her slick cunt. Maybe he should fuck her in the ass first, he thought, to get her accustomed to taking a cock as large as his.

Not that his prick was all that large. His rod was only seven inches long but it was damn near as big around as his wrist. Her virgin pussy couldn't possibly take that much dick without Goddamn near tearing apart. And the last thing in the world he wanted to do was hurt his baby girl. Besides, causing a girl any more pain than was absolutely necessary could destroy sexual pleasure for her for life.

But if a man were gentle and extremely careful with a virgin or a girl who had not been fucked but a few times, he could turn all of her future sexual encounters into explosive thrills instead of fear and frustrations.