Steve Parker - Incest girl

What in the world could have possibly come over him to have done such a wicked thing? It was a question he was unable to answer. If only he could turn back time for just a few short minutes, he could wipe out this ugly thing he had done to his lovely, innocent daughter.

Unfortunately, one's hindsight is often quite superior to one's foresight. Shame and guilt become a living thing in the brain when it is much too late to reverse the act committed. Alan Madden deeply regretted his rash, impulsive plunge into incest. And now the only thing left to him was to beg her forgiveness and try to live the rest of his life making up for this atrocity.

"I must be crazy, baby," he cried, tears flowing freely down his flushed cheeks. "I can't begin to tell you how terribly sorry and ashamed I am for what I've done to you." He kissed her pale cheek and brushed the wet hair from her forehead with his lips.

Lillian's trim body was still reacting from the earth-shattering thrill of her father's cock and the jetting cum he had skyrocketed inside her. She still couldn't believe or comprehend how such an act as being fucked in the ass could hurt as much as it did, while at the same time thrill her enough to render her unconscious. She had read novels in which people had been horribly hurt and the pain had blacked out their minds, but never had she read or heard where pleasure could do such a thing. Yet it had happened to her.

If there were any regrets, they existed only in that she had passed out – thereby being deprived of the total, soul-shattering experience of what had happened to her. Next time – and she made a solemn vow to herself that there would, indeed, be a next time – she would fight with all the power she possessed to remain completely conscious and aware.

Out of sparkling, love-filled eyes, she gazed up into her father's as the tears formed on his lashes and tumbled down his cheeks. "No. Oh, no, Dad. Don't cry. There's nothing to forgive you for. I love you! God, how I love you, my beautiful, darling Dad." Her hands cupped his head and pulled it down to her lips and she licked away his tears. First one cheek, then the other. She tilted her head to one side and their lips met and parted, her tongue searching the inner softness of his underlip. She sucked the lip into her sweet mouth and nibbled, savoring his masculine taste.

He almost jumped when he felt her fingers close around his limp cock and squeeze. "This is the most wonderful peter in the whole wide world, Dad!" she told him, covering his entire face with quick, loving butterfly kisses. She kissed his nose, eyes, his damp brow, and her sharp teeth nipped his neck.

"Touch me, Dad," she whispered, her hot, sweet breath warming his ear. Goosebumps danced up his spine, making the short hairs on his neck prickle deliciously. "Fuck me with your fingers. I want them in me now!" Her warm hand stroked his cock from tip to base, feeling it harden under her ministrations. She almost giggled with pleasure at the knowledge that she possessed the power to make his rod react so swiftly to the mere touch of her hand.

"But, sweetheart… you can… you can't possibly want me to start…" he began, completely at a loss as to how he should react, especially after what he'd just done to her.

Hot, soft, sensual lips stopped him from saying anything further. Her hand found his wrist and guided it to her sore but hot pussy. She had managed to seduce her darling father, although it had not happened precisely as she'd planned. It wasn't her tiny asshole she'd wanted him to fuck, but since it had happened that way, she was glad. More than anything she wanted her cunt fucked by her dad's lovely cock. And she wanted to taste his cum in her mouth; she wanted it jetting against the back of her mouth and down her throat.

Perhaps it wouldn't turn out to be exactly as she imagined; maybe his jizz would taste ghastly and make her puke, but it was something she had to discover for herself.

As with most men – and evidently with some fathers who have sexy daughters – a stiff cock has no conscious, which, in turn, dissipates incestuous guilt. At least it helped lessen Alan Madden's guilt feelings. His fingers became extensions of his now hard, throbbing cock. Vividly aware of the pain, the agony he had caused his daughter by fucking her up the ass with his big cock, he parted her cuntlips and pressed his fingers slowly, gently into her sweet pussy.

He caressed from just below her clitoris to her distended asshole and found she was soaking wet, as slippery as if oil had been poured between her parted thighs. Lillian gasped, her eyes growing wide with surprise, when his index finger slipped easily up her sore asshole and his thumb pushed aside the resisting muscles of her virgin cunt until he could reach no farther in her body.

"Ugh!" she groaned and started scooting up the bed towards the headboard, trying to escape. Alan had to force himself not to become too excited because there was something special about stuffing his hand in her ass and cunt at the same. And he felt sure she would dig it, if he didn't hurt her.

But when she grunted with pain, he remembered what he'd done to her a few short minutes before. He stopped. "Sonofabitch, baby," he said contritely, "I'm sorry. No matter what I do I hurt you." His finger left her asshole and he moved it up to her clit.

"You didn't hurt me… much," she hastened to explain, letting her ass settle back in the bed where it was before she tried to escape. Actually, it hadn't hurt her all that much. She had just thought it would after what she'd gone through with his huge cock.

A pink tongue came out to moisten her perfectly shaped lips, leaving them glistening invitingly. He lowered his head and pushed his tongue between them. It met hers and she pretended it was his cock and started sucking on it.

"If you really want to," she told him, hugging him close, her hands stroking his tense back, "you can fuck me in the ass again, Dad. But – oh!" she squealed when his finger circled her sensitive clitoris. "But… but I'd rather have your dick in my pussy."

There was no way for him to know whether she was a virgin, though her youth suggested as much. And being his own baby daughter, he was inclined to accept it as a fact that she was. Yet the way she talked about wanting him to fuck her cunt made him wonder.

"Are you a virgin, baby?"

A smile pulled at her mouth and her eyes sparkled with suppressed humor. "Would you be angry at me if I wasn't?"

"Of course!" he snapped in anger before realizing how ridiculous it was for him to be upset over someone else having fucked his daughter, especially after he had just fucked her asshole so hard she had passed out. "I mean, no. That is," he laughed and kissed the tip of her button-like, turned-up nose, "I don't know, baby. I'd like to be the only man who's ever fucked you – no matter how. In your asshole, cunt or mouth. After all, you're mine! I created you, Goddammit!" he explained, building an excuse for what he'd already done to this mere baby, and for what he might yet do to her.

"I have more right to you than anyone else!" he justified, winning the battle of guilt in his mind. "Someone would have fucked you eventually, so why not me?"

A giggle bubbled from her parted lips, and with a shake of her lovely head, she agreed. "I think so, too, Dad. That's why I wanted you to be the first to fuck me. From now on I'm your woman and you're my man! I don't want anyone else, ever! Just you… and only this cock!" She slid down in the bed until she could reach his stiff prick with her mouth and licked the single drop of crystal-clear secretion from the eye of his blood-engorged cock.

Before he could gather his wits and shove his rod all the way in her pixie mouth, she moved back up to face him. Locking her eyes on his, Lillian's lips parted, exposing her perfect teeth in a smile of pure delight. "Mmmmmmm," she smacked her lips, "that tasted good, Dad. Honestly, I love the taste of your cum!"