Nan Bangcroft - Putting Out For Pop

"Oh, Daddy," Gabby sighed ecstatically.

"Oh, God, what have we done?" he asked miserably.

"I don't care, I don't care," she sighed, her breath hot against his chest.

"It's incest," he groaned, trying to forget that this was the second time he had violated one of his daughters.

"Whatever it was, it's wonderful," Gabby purred, her fingers playing over his back.

"It's wrong," he protested, making no move to extract his shriveled dick from her clasping hole.

"Who says?" Gabby asked in a contented tone.

Mike became aware of an urgent message from his bladder. "I need to go to the bathroom," he groaned, trying to escape.

"I want to watch," Gabby teased.

"Oh, come on, Honey," Mike protested.

"Okay, okay," she conceded, letting-go of him. He pulled out of her. His prick trailed a string of cum across one of her sleek thighs. He couldn't keep himself from gazing down at her as she lay there wantonly on the sofa with her legs spread. The insides of her thighs were pink from clutching him, and the flesh of her pussy was scarlet from the pounding it had taken.

He felt a wrenching twist of love and desire for her, His eyes stinging, he turned away from her and plodded across to the bathroom.

When he came out, Gabby went in. His mind numb, he slumped down on the sofa. He glanced up as she came out of the bathroom. His guts ached at the grace of her lithe, slender body, her unashamed nudity. She crossed to the record player.

This time the music was different: it had softness and melody rather than the primitive beat she had danced to before. Then she danced for him again, slowly and sensuously. She held him captive with her grace and beauty and love. She was nude, not naked, and it was right and fitting that he was feasting his eyes on every square millimeter of her sleek form.

She finished in a dancer's deep curtsey, almost a split-she bowed over her extended leg and spread her arms like the wings of a swan. When he found himself applauding like a fool, his individual hand claps sounding like clopping horses' hooves, he flushed with embarrassment.

Gabby flashed him a smile that was like a sunrise, and got to her feet. Extending her hands, she drew him to his feet. "Dance with me? Daddy," she said softly.

"Oh, no? I can't, really. I'm not much of a dancer," he stammered, trying to extract his big clumsy hands from her dainty little ones.

"It's easy. Come on.”

And with her holding his hands at arms' length, he found that it was easy. He lost his self-consciousness at being nude with her as he watched her feet, tried to match her moves.

In a few minutes she had him whirling around the room, and laughing with her. They spun and spun, and his regrets faded in the face of her exuberant joy at being alive and at being with him. Then they began to slow, and her eyes were on his. His eyes fogged with tears of love, and an aching need began to grow in his gut. They slowed, and she moved closer and closer to him, until she was pressing against him. His arms went around her as his cock began to throb and swell with need.

"Your sisters,” he groaned, trying frantically to find an escape hatch.

"Won't be home for hours," she whispered. She curled her fingers around the aching limb of his cock. She led him to the sofa and they sat down side by side.

Her little breasts were just begging for attention. His hand slowly covered one tender mound as she held his cock in her warm grasp. She was studying the purple tip of his dick as she milked it. He pressed her breast, felt the miraculous softness and warmth of her mound. The sight of his big hairy hand on the little hemisphere made his insides ache. He couldn't help staring at the fuzz of pale red hair between her thighs.

"It's so big," she sighed. "And so beautiful.”

Before he could stop her, she had bent over. He felt her lips touch the lip of of his pecker in a warm, moist kiss. Her tongue flicked out, touched his glans, sending a slashing whip of fire into his already simmering gut.

His hand, dislodged from her tit, slipped down to her lap. Her thighs parted, and his fingers nestled into her curly muff, brushing her soft pussy lips. His finger explored her steamy, hot grotto. The inner tissues were no longer slick with arousal, just humid and soft. He fingered the rippled folds.

She was mouthing the head of his cock lovingly. Her lips slid just over the tip as her tongue massaged it. He felt the sting of her teeth, then the soft, slow stroke of her lips, then the flick of her tongue at the very end. He felt something hot and stinging slither slowly up the channel of his phallus.

She knelt on the sofa, facing him, and spread her knees so he had easy access to her pussy. Her hand firm and steady on the shaft of his cock, her mouth bathed his glans. His finger found the rippled hole of her vagina, and eased into that clinging, warm, slippery tunnel.

She breathed on his cock, and his balls knotted with pleasure. Blood was pounding in his gut as he curled an arm over her smooth back and slowly wiggled his finger up into her cunt. She was so little and tight he couldn't understand how his cock had fit. That memory triggered another warm wave of juice from his dick. She drank it down eagerly.

She was getting wetter and more slippery by the minute. He dragged a wave of goo up her slit, smeared it over the nubbin of her clit. He felt her shudder when he touched her nerve knot. Carefully keeping it wet and slick with her seepings, he began teasing her delicate organ.

Her mouth took more of his cock. Her lips closed a third of the way down his mammoth shaft, then swept up toward the tip. Her fingers slid under his nuts, tenderly cupping his sperm glands. She held his balls reverently, warmed them with her palm and fingers. A fresh, stinging flow of sperm began to pool in his swollen, eager prostate.

When she pulled her mouth away from his dork, he knew what she wanted, and pulled his hand out of her cunt. She swung astride him as lie slouched back on the couch. She linked her hands behind his neck as he reached down and tipped his dick up into her snatch. He felt her pubic hair scratch his cockhead as she shifted her hips. Then his knob was nuzzling into her warm, wet folds. He looked down and sucked in a sharp breath at the sight of his huge, rude tower in her tender crotch.

She eased herself down on his pecker in a series of slow jerks. A fraction of an inch at a time, he saw his dong vanish into his daughter's twat. Her tummy tightened as she absorbed his shaft.

He reached up between her arms and teased her tits. She had such delicate little nubbins, and they were such a beautiful shade of pink. They stood up eagerly as he fingered them, pinched them, toyed with them. Her jaw muscles jumped as he flicked the berrybuds with his fingernails.

She settled into his lap, and it felt like the full length of his cock was wrapped in a steaming soft towel. "Like it?" she asked cheerily, twitching her ponytail.

"Love it,” he grunted. "Sweet heavens but you are a joy.”

She smiled a smile that was far beyond her years.

"You weren't a virgin," he said. It was a statement, not a question.

"Does it matter?” she asked softly.

"I'm not sure. I used to think it did. But then, I didn't think I'd ever commit incest, either.”

She eased up and down on his dork, brought full rigidity back to his tool, "It's love and joy and life,” she said.

"It's lust and sex and procreation," he responded.

"Can't get pregnant," she answered. "I'm on the pill. So's Micaela. But I think she's still a virgin.”

Mike tried not to let his face betray him. "And Patty?" he asked evenly.

"She's got a reputation as a cock-tease," Gabby said easily. "But she's just a little squirt, so far. You're gonna have to do something about her, though. She can be a real brat. She sheeted my bed the other day.”