Juliet Gladstone - Twice As Nice

She heard the small, strangled sound from the doorway and turned to find her father staring at her. He was leaning against the door jamb, his face tight, his mouth open. His breath was heavy and labored. The front of his slacks bulged at the juncture of his thighs.

Sally stared in fascination, realizing instantly that he'd been watching her and it had made him horny. His cock was hard, jutting against the cloth that j trapped it. Even now, he couldn't take his eyes off her nude body, and he couldn't hide the desire in his eyes.

They stood looking at each other for several minutes, neither quite knowing how to bridge the gap of silence and both knowing that the incident could not end there. Then Sally moved toward him, holding her hand out and taking his to draw him into the room. She shut the door carefully, slid the lock. Then she began to undress him.

He shook his head, startled but still hypnotized by her loveliness. He didn't try to stop her.

She slipped his shirt off, draped it over a chair, She looked at the gray hair on his chest, still shot with dark so it was easy to see that he had been a very attractive man once. She dropped his slacks, then his boxer shorts. The cock had not receded, and it came out of captivity with a bound, aiming toward her as though pointing the way. She lowered him to sit on the bed, knelt before him to skim off the garments that were tangled around his feet. Pushing them aside, she turned back to him, her face at his knees, her eyes at his crotch. The cock was upward bound, straining and gaining full erection now. She watched it in fascination. She could see the silky smooth head, the coarser skin of the shaft pulled back to expose the glossy ridge and bulging column beneath. A tiny bead of moisture was forming at the small crevice at the crest of the prick. Beneath the lovely shaft twin sacs with corrugated skin and thin haze of hair lay like two balls. She had never examined male genitals before. The boys she knew were too much in a hurry to shove their pricks into her and shoot their loads. Now she touched out to her father, caressing his leg, working her hand to his more intimate regions. She was trembling, but not with fear. She knew he would not stop her now, and she knew that she would learn what she had been yearning for. She would come, she knew.

She touched him, instinctively moved her mouth to his prick and heard his sigh of pleasure. Then he had her head between his hands, instructing, guiding, letting her bring his cock to its prime. He had forgotten long ago what it felt like to be totally excited and lusting for a woman. He and his wife had drifted apart as most couples do, and he'd never found the time or inclination to chase after others. He'd thought about it several times but somehow never put his thoughts into action. Until now. His own daughter had him so fucking hot he thought his old balls would break'. All the passion and need of his youth surged back, not lost pr withered as he feared, but hi full strength waiting for release.

The child glanced up at him, her lips flecked with spit, her eyes-glassy. "Please… " She barely whispered the word but it was urgent.

He lifted her to the bed, lay beside her, touching, teaching, and finally bringing her to a fever pitch to match his own. Their coupling had been gentle but all fire. His cock rode up into her heavenly tunnel, wrapped in white heat, merging with hers. Then he was fucking her, and the years slipped away. He was young, powerful, lusty. And she was his.

Sally's orgasm had been thrilling and hot. It surpassed even her wild dreams of what it would be like. Afterwards, she lay limp and satisfied, hugging her father's warm naked body to her own, wanting never to let him go. She was a woman at last.

Ever since that day, Sally and her father had been together often, sometimes in her bedroom or his after the rest of the household was asleep, sometimes here in the den before he left for the office. It was always good, and they both looked forward to it, and neither ever mentioned it to anyone.

Now, she was bringing his prick up, loving it with her tongue and teeth, skinning the loose foreskin back to expose the soft head. She was mouthing the cock, licking it and tracing erotic patterns along its length, feeling the throb of the long vein that wiggled up the side of the column. The head popped from the sheath of skin, growing turgid and shining with her saliva. She poked her tongue at the slit, tasting his first drop of preseminal fluid and moaning with delight.

Larry's hands were at the ties of her halter. Thank God for the near nudity the young girls paraded around in these days. He had it off, and she was rubbing her firm full young tits on his thighs, driving him crazy. He could feel the hard nipples scrape in his leg hair. Her hands were at his balls, coaxing them to ready a load of come for her. He reached down, trying to get his hand between her legs. She moved obligingly, raising herself so he

could reach her cunt. Then his hand was in her fingering the wet hot folds of passionate flesh between her legs. She was moving her body, urging his hand into her depths. God, she was a lovely child, and a passionate one. His life had become very pleasant since that day in her room, very pleasant indeed.

He was rock hard now, cock jutting and ready. The head strained from the column, giving her tongue drops of fluid to show his readiness, responding to the lavish love licks. "Ooohhh, Sally, darling… "

"Yes, I'm ready." She jumped up and pulled off her shorts in a quick thrust, kicking off her sandals v at the same time. Then she climbed over him, straddling his legs and coming down over the flagpole prick. She held it in her hands while she got her cunt right over it, then came down on it slowly. The hot flesh of his dick met the wet warmth of her vagina and they both shivered with delight. She sank onto him, easing her body forward at the same time. The stiff shaft was swallowed up in her baby cunt, covered completely and trapped in the spongy wetness of her canal. Her eyes were wide with pleasure, and then she was moving, fucking him in sure expert motions, back and forth, slowly at first, then faster and faster as they both soared to peaks of passion. Each time she pulled back, his cock pressed hard at her clitoris and plunged: all the way to the end of the hot hugging tunnel of love. He was deep inside her, feeling her walls, probing for her hidden orgasm. She could feel the heat stir, feel the pressure build. Her father's face was taut, lips pulled back as he struggled with the power inside him. He was ready to come, she could tell. She was ready too.

"Yes," she told him. "Let's go together."

He nodded, unable to speak as the hot fire erupted in his loins. It was always this way, little warning at the final moment, just the mighty swell of pressure and pain and then the explosion of his orgasm, spewing hot semen up into the tight snatch, gurgling and filling her until she could hold no more. It was coming…

"Now, NOW!" She whispered fiercely and rode him as hard and fast as her body could move. She felt the hot spurt of his come begin, and it triggered her own climax, catapulting her to a dizzy height of need for an instant arid then washing her down into the valley of fulfillment. She lost track of everything but the glorious eruption inside her. Her cunt poured out love juice to match the hot stuff her father was shooting into her. Her nipples swelled and became hard as her orgasm was complete.

She slowed, aware that his cock was already getting soft inside her. He never lasted long after his wad was shot, but she didn't mind. She was still throbbing with pleasure, her legs tingling and her belly warm. She came to a stop and lay across him, trying to catch her breath. He put his arms around her and held her close. His breath was still coming in gasps, but he was calming down. In a few minutes, he'd be completely restored, refreshed for his day's work, and sexually satisfied for another few days.