David Crane - Turned on twins

"What do you suggest that I do about it?"

"Why, obviously, Father, you must forbid her to leave the house this afternoon. Even lock her in, if necessary. You mustn't allow her to couple with commoners, you know."

He sighed. He got up carefully, keeping his hard-on turned away from his virginal daughter.

"I'll have a word with her," he said.

Wearily, he headed for Charity's bedroom.

He thought to himself, sometimes I wonder if it's worth it… Maybe I should let the girl have her fun. Hell, tramp she may be, but so what? Am I merely taking it out on the girl because I never get a piece of ass?

Anderson was uncertain and agitated as he went down the hallway to Charity's bedroom. He rapped lightly on the door.

Charity did not hear his knock.

She was twisting about happily on her bed, with the big rubber dick stuck up her pussy, and the bed was squeaking and the dildo was squishing and passion was rushing in her ears and she heard nothing else.

He rapped again.

At that precise moment, as the dildo gave her fiery love-bud a particularly pleasant stroke, Charity cried out, "Come!"

She was speaking to her cunt, of course, but Anderson, naturally, assumed that he had been invited into the room.

He pushed the door open and stepped in. He came to a dead halt, gaping. His mouth dropped wide open and his eyes bulged out like hard-boiled eggs.

His cock almost ripped a hole in his trousers.

Charity was on her back, her knees drawn up and her thighs parted. She wore a garter belt and dark stockings, an outfit that had always struck Anderson's fancy, and she was merrily pushing a huge rubber cock up her juicy gash.

Anderson took one step forward, staggering. He was slightly drunk, very horny and… fascinated.

Charity looked at him, surprised. Her hand kept feeding the dildo in and out of her snatch by pure inertia as she stared at her father and he stared back at her.

"My God!" he gasped.

"Father!" she cried.

And then she saw the huge bulge in his pants. "Why, Father…" said the blonde nymph. And she smiled at him.

After a moment, Anderson smiled back. This was not quite what Chastity had had in mind, but it was just as effective as it could be.

Jonathan Anderson moved towards the bed with his cock jutting out before him like the prow of a ship and his eyes glued to his daughter's stuffed snatch. He had not even seen a pussy in ages, his wife being modest as well as frigid, and he had never in his life looked upon such a juicy, delectable twat.

Charity pulled the rubber dick halfway out as if she intended to remove it in deference to her father's presence, but then stopped, with the big tool still half up her cunt.

A thick ribbon of cunt juice ran down the rubber stalk.

Her taut, tingling cut pressed against the rod and her hairy cunt lips were unfurled like the petals of a fleshy, pink blossom opening to the morning sun.

"It's your fault, Father…" the girl said.

He blinked. Thoughts of fault and blame were the furthest thing from his mind at the moment.

"If you'd let me fuck men, I wouldn't have to use this horrid rubber dick," she explained.

He nodded slowly. "My fault…" he said, his voice hollow.

"If I had a real cock here, at the moment…"

His eyes flickered up to her face. She was smiling. His gaze went back, compelled, to her crotch.

"But I do have a real cock, don't I?" she said.

Anderson realized that she was returning his gaze in kind. As he stared at her cunt, she gazed at his bulging crotch.

"Why… that would be… incest!" he croaked.

"Ummm… wouldn't it though… and fun, besides."

She flipped up her ass.

Anderson groaned. He rolled his eyes and grated his teeth and the muscles tensed down the long line of his aristocratic jaw. He clenched his fist at his sides and his pecker clenched spasmodically in his pants.

"Shall we?" the depraved girl asked.

Anderson was speechless.

"Let's!" she cried.

There was no way that Jonathan Anderson could tell his daughter that he would fuck her… such words would not form in his vocal cords. If they had, they would have strangled him on the way out. His throat worked. His Adam's apple heaved up and down. He took a deep breath. Then he opened his fly. Actions speak louder than words.

Jonathan Anderson did not think of the consequences, nor did he consider the recriminations of the guilt he might feel after the deed was done. He purposefully avoided any such considerations. He felt as helpless as if he had been hypnotized.

He took his pants off. He lowered his shorts.

His cock was long and fat and of a noble bearing, pleasing to the eye. Charity smiled happily. He unknotted his necktie and removed it and dropped his smoking jacket from his shoulders and unbuttoned his shirt, moving as if in a trance.

Naked, he advanced to the bed.

Charity shifted, making room for him to sit. He sat beside her nimble flank. His cock was thrusting up before his belly and the rubber dick was jutting up from her cunt.

He reached out and wrapped his fist around the hilt, of the dildo and drew it from his daughter's snatch as gently as if he were a doctor removing an arrow from a wound. He tossed it aside. It rolled across the floor, glistening with cunt cream.

"Oh, Father…" she sighed.

"Shhh… this isn't really happening," he said.

He cupped his hand over her temporarily vacant pussy and squeezed that moist crumpet gently.

Charity reached down and folded her hand around the root of his pecker, giving it a slow pump. The knob flared mightily.

Charity leaned down, bending nimbly from the waist, to get a closer look at that paternal prick. Since her face was so dose to it then, she stuck her tongue out and gave it a lick; since it was so tasty, she slipped it into her mouth and began to suck with relish, blowing down the stalk, drooling on the fat rod, savoring the fine flavor and smooth texture languidly.

Anderson stared at her face in profile, watching her cheek draw in as she sucked and her lips peel back as they slipped up and down on his cockhead.

He wondered if a blowjob was as incestuous as a fuck.

But that was beside the point… No matter what he thought about it later, sober and with his balls emptied, there was no way he could stop from screwing her now.

She seemed to be enjoying her suck of dick so greatly that Anderson was envious. He ducked his head down and commenced to tongue her creamy pussy with fluttering strokes that ran all the way up her crotch from asshole to clit.

They squirmed around into the sixty-nine position, the girl balanced on top. She rubbed her sodden snatch in his face and her head bobbed up and down on his dick. She was taking almost all of his cock into her mouth, working her lips down until her chin brushed his balls and her nose nestled in his wiry pubic hair and his big, bloated knob lodged in her gullet. Then she pulled back up, sucking through, every delicious inch of dong, until only the tip remained in her lips. She paused at the top of the stroke, slurping on that meaty slab for a moment, then went back down the towering shaft.

She had never enjoyed a mouthful of prick more than she was enjoying this one. It was her father! It was wicked and depraved and degenerate… and therefore as thrilling as it could be!

At the opposite end of this unholy coupling, Anderson was pushing his tongue as far up the twin's twat as it would reach, licking and laying the inner walls, while his lips fitted to her cunt lips and he sucked steadily on the flooded hole.

His hands cupped her hips. He tilted her ass up as if it were a chalice from which he was draining her precious nectar, gulping greedily from the hairy rim of that carnal cup.