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"Yes," she answered. "Do you?"

"Not usually, but sometimes"

Herb Bennett was seeing his daughter as he had never imagined – and more of her, too! He couldn't keep his eyes off her tits. He was glad Clara was gone. She would have been in hysterics.

Sarah tipped up the glass, thrusting out her tits more than necessary. She took one good swallow and handed it back to Herb.

"Have one with me," she said.

He drained the glass. "I needed that, Sarah. I've never seen you like this before!"

"Or as much of me," she said and pulled off her blouse. It fluttered to the floor, followed quickly by her bra.

"Sarah, my God!" he croaked.

"It's okay, you're my daddy. I'm sure you've seen me completely naked before."

"Yes, but you were just a little girl."

"I'm a big girl now. Do you like my tits, Dad?"

"I… I… yes, they're," he stammered, but didn't finish.

He knew he should chastise her and make her stop, but he didn't want her to stop. He was afraid that if he said anything, anything at all, she would quit acting the way she was acting. He felt his cock hardening in his pajamas.

"I need another drink," he said.

"Me, too," Sarah said. "I like being drunk, not too drunk, but a little drunk."

"It's a good feeling," he said and filled the tumbler.

He quickly drank half, feeling feelings he knew he shouldn't be feeling. He should have been disgusted, should have demanded that Sarah get her clothing back on and leave immediately and never come back! Instead, he handed her the half glass of whiskey.

Sarah took another swig and decided she'd had enough. She didn't want to get too drunk. Her glow was perfect – she felt free and happy, completely uninhibited, and gloriously horny. And her daddy was interested, she could tell.

"Finish it, Dad, and catch up with me. I feel marvelously drunk. Do you really like my tits, I mean really?" She lifted them with her palms and rolled the hard nipples between thumbs and fore fingers, her confidence in his male weakness growing.

"Yes," he said and drained the glass.

He could really feel the liquor now and it helped. His inhibitions were slipping away, increasing his desire for the forbidden. He watched her roll her hard nipples, wanting to do it himself.

Sarah looked into his eyes, saw the lust, and realized what had been on her mind ever since Ruth first told her about her incest with Drew. She had already jacked-off more than one man, why not her daddy? Or why not give him even more? He must need it being married to mom.

"Would you like to feel my tits, Daddy?" she said, cautioning herself to go slowly. His reaction so far was the exact opposite of what she had expected, but it could change if she rushed things.

She didn't realize that the outcome had already been determined. She could go as fast or slow as she wanted, it would make no difference to her father. He would go along.

Herb Bennett hesitated, tried to reason with himself and regain his sanity, but he couldn't. All he could think of was sex and this luscious young woman, this cunt who was exposing herself to him. So it was his own daughter, so what? At that moment, he wasn't positive that he hadn't wanted her sexually for a long, long time.

He remembered walking by her half open door and stopping to watch her undress. It had given him a hard-on and he had carefully watched for a repeat performance but it had never happened again. He remembered how, when she was almost a mature woman, he had actually gone outside and looked in the window when he knew she was bathing. He got a hard then, too, and had felt terribly ashamed.

But he didn't feel ashamed now, and the word incest was rolling enticingly through his mind. His cock grew harder. He reached out, his hands trembling, and laid them softly on her tits.

She took her hand away and let him feel. "Do my tits feel good, Daddy? Are they nice and soft? Rub the nipples, make them harder."

"Oh, God, Sarah, baby, they feel wonderful," he said, his fingers pinching the nipples, timidly at first, then with more pressure.

"Oooooh, I like that, do it more!" Sarah cried.

She was glad the evening had worked out the way it had because she was really ready now. She wanted a fuck as badly as she ever had and her own daddy would take good care of her. He would play with her, excite her, and then fuck her.

"Do you have a hard-on, Daddy?" she asked.

She didn't wait for him to answer before she put her hand on the front of his pajamas. He was hard, God, he was hard, and much bigger than she had expected, bigger than Drew! It seemed funny that a girl rarely even thought of her daddy as having a cock, let alone a big, hard one. She could wait no longer. With mounting excitement, she reached inside and clutched his pulsing prick.

Her father sat transfixed, unable to move, unable to speak, unable to stop her. "Baby, baby, my little Sarah baby," he finally moaned.

She held his cock tightly and drew it from the front of his pajamas and stared at the big, gorgeous prick protruding from her fist. It was uncircumcised, the head almost completely covered with the thick foreskin.

"I want to see it naked," Sarah cried and rolled the skin down slowly until it was stretched tight, then brought it all the way up, then down, then up, then down…

"Oh God, baby, that feels so good," he moaned. "Are you… are you going to make me come?"

"Not yet, Daddy, not this way. I have much more in mind for you. Lean down and kiss my tits, honey. I'll keep pulling on your cock. I'll masturbate you more, but I'm not going to let you come yet."

Herb leaned down and looked closely at one ripe, red nipple. It was so hard, stood out so much, and was so red – he'd never seen Clara's look like that, never! He wet his lips with his tongue, kissed the nipple lightly, then kissed it again, and finally pursed his lip and drew it in.

"Oh, Daddy, I like that!" Sarah said, pushing against his mouth. "Kiss them, suck them! Yes, yes, it excites me so. Do the other one now. Love them both, make them both hard."

She closed her eyes and held his cock hard in her hand while he sucked her nipples. It felt good, but she wanted more and quick – they could do these things later. She pushed his head away.

"I want to kiss you, too, Daddy!" she panted and quickly bent down and planted her puckered lips over the end of his drooling cock. The drool was clear and salty, she sucked it into her mouth. Herb Rennet thought he was in heaven. He had always wanted a girl to suck his cock and now his beautiful, young daughter was doing just that. "Suck it, honey. Oh God, suck my cock!" he cried.

Sarah let her wet lips slide down over his cock knob. She sucked him expertly, tasting the salty ooze, slowly massaging his prick with her fingers. She continued until she knew he was about to come and then stopped suddenly. His first come was going to be in her cunt.

"I like sucking your prick, Daddy. I'll suck you all the way later, much later, when you think you can't possibly get another hard-on," she said. "Would you like to kiss me now?"

"God, honey, what have I been doing?" he said, leaning forward.

"No, I don't mean on my mouth or titties, I mean somewhere else, somewhere much lower." She lifted her skirt to reveal her naked cunt. "I mean down here. I want you to kiss my pussy, Daddy."

His eyes widened at the sight of her hairy cunt. He had never kissed a cunt before, but he had always wanted to. He had frequently fantasized about it as he masturbated to orgasm. And now it was actually going to happen, and with his beautiful, twenty-year-old daughter! Her fat pussy lips were parted, revealing her pink cunt. It was covered with black hair, wet black hair, curling in little ringlets along her pussy.

"I… I, oh God," he stammered.