Harry Stevens: Hot bed cousins

In truth, Bill wasn't even quite sure what to expect from the R-rated film. He had stopped going to the movies long ago. The only ones he ever saw were on television where they had been cut for the home audience. He had no idea how bold they could be.

There was a love scene unfolding in this one. The leading lady had just opened her blouse and her bare tits spilled out across the screen. Her hard breathing wheezed from the speaker which hung on the window by Bill's ear.

"How do you like it so far, Daddy?" Sally asked. "Isn't it romantic?"

Bill squirmed uneasily, saying nothing. Then he jumped, feeling his daughter's hot breath on his neck. Sally took his hand, stroking the back of it. If she was trying to calm him down, she was having the opposite effect.

"You know what I read about this scene, Daddy?" Sally whispered in her father's ear. "It said that when they filmed it, the director made the actors go all the way so it would be as real as they could get it."

"I don't have any trouble believing that," Bill gulped as he watched the actors, now naked, lock their bodies together. The woman's legs were around the man's waist and the only thing the audience couldn't actually see was the surging connection between their legs.

"Would you go that far for all the money they're getting for this movie?" Sally asked her father.

Bill didn't know what to say. Then Sally spoke again as if she had asked the question to herself.

"If it was the right guy, I'd do it for free," she sighed. "And it wouldn't have to be in any movie. I'd be ready anytime, any place." She paused, letting her sultry words burn her father's ears. "Even now, Daddy."

Bill couldn't believe what he was hearing, much less the presence of his daughter's hand on his crotch. Her touch immediately alerted him to the hard-on he could not control.

"I-I think we've seen enough of this movie," Bill stammered. "We-we'd better go."

"Forget the movie, Daddy," Sally purred. "I'm a lot more interested in what's happening between you and me."

Bill unconvincingly lied that he didn't know what she was talking about. Sally laughed in his ear while she unzipped his fly.

"You've got a big hard-on for me, don't you, Daddy?" she murmured after she fumbled inside her father's open pants.

Bill looked down and saw the thick length of his exposed cock throbbing in Sally's grip. She began sliding the foreskin over the head.

"Feel good, Daddy?" she asked. "Want me to jack you off?"

"N-no," Bill answered, wanting to blurt it out as forcefully as possible but producing nothing more than a weak mutter.

"Then if you don't want to get jacked off, you must want me to blow you," Sally said matter-of-factly.

Bill started to protest, straining for the strongest terms possible. However, all that surfaced was the wheeze of a deep, troubled breath.

"I take it that means yes," Sally chuckled.

Before her father could stop her she had lowered her face to his crotch. Suddenly Bill felt her soft lips caressing the swollen knob of his stiff cock. Then Sally was taking inch after inch of his prick in her mouth. Clearly she was experienced enough at sucking cocks to be able to swallow the whole thing.

Only one other person had ever deep-throated all of Bill's huge prick – his sister Meg. And now his own daughter was on the verge of doing the same thing!

Bill closed his eyes as Sally bore down. It felt just like when Meg had gone down on him. It was only logical for Bill to wonder if his sister and daughter were a lot closer than he could have ever imagined they were.

But when he tried to ask about it, all Bill could do was moan. Sally was sucking his entire cock now and he could feel every inch of it in her oral grasp. It made his balls churn with the production of cum – cum that he would wind up shooting in his daughter's mouth if she continued with the blow-job.

Bill tried to drive desire from his mind. Tried to shrink and numb his cock with unpleasant thoughts. Tried and tried – and failed. His prick was doing his thinking for him at this point.

His hips started to roll and he found his hands on Sally's head. He was controlling the rhythm of her sucking now, pushing her face into the well of his crotch every time his cock surged so she had to take every bit of his cockmeat down her throat.

"Eat me, baby, eat me good," Bill heard himself say. It was as though he were watching and listening to himself the way he had done earlier to the movie. Only he and Sally loomed larger for him than any images on a screen.

There they were, partners in incest. Father and daughter, burning their bridges behind them as they broke society's strictest taboo – sex between parent and child.

When Bill had made it with Meg he had been able to get around his guilt by telling himself that he and his sister were adults. But that wouldn't work here. Sally was just a girl, even if she did suck cock like a grown woman.

And yet Bill never got close to taking his prick out of Sally's mouth. "Eat me, baby," he repeated more than once, keeping her head bobbing between his legs so her sliding lips stroked his cock without letup.

Bill knew he was going to come before long. Would his daughter swallow his jizz? That's what he now focused on, the issue of right and wrong pushed aside by the ache in his balls.

Abruptly it was time for Bill to let go. He crushed Sally's face against his flexing crotch so his prick was buried in her throat. Grunting like an animal, he fed her his cum with a climax that lifted his ass off the car seat.

As Bill's cock gushed in her mouth, the sound of Sally's thirsty gulping filled the car. She drank her father's jizz as fast as it spurted. Bill had the sensation that she was sucking his balls inside-out.

When his cock was drained, Bill could not keep from asking, "Did you swallow it all, Sally?"

She looked up and gurgled, "Every drop, Daddy. Sweetest cum I ever tasted."

"I won't ask you about the others," Bill said. "Whatever you've done in the past, I don't care. It would be too much like a father to care. And right now I want to forget all about the fact that you're my daughter. It's the only way I can handle this."

"Who should I be?"

"Some little tramp I picked up off the streets. I don't know you, you don't know me. Whatever happens between us is just for tonight, then we forget all about it."

"You make me sound like a whore."

"And I'm the dirty old man who can't help making a fool of himself over a girl."

Sally thought about it a moment, then chuckled, "Okay, if I'm a whore, give me my money."

Without hesitation, Bill took his wallet from his pants and handed Sally a twenty-dollar bill. He seemed almost relieved to pay her for having sex with him, as if the money put a safe distance between them.

"You know, for this much," Sally playfully told him, "you get more than just a blow-job."

"You come cheap," Bill answered, getting into the groove of the game he had started.

"Only with customers I dig," Sally cooed. "If a trick can keep his prick up for me, I'll put out for him all night long – even for a lousy twenty bucks. And it looks like you fill the bill, stud."

Both she and her father gazed at his cock. It remained hard and Sally pressed her finger to the tip, then stretched a late glob of jizz into a silvery strand.

"Mmmm, I want more of that," she murmured. "Show me your cunt, girl, and you'll get all the cock and cum you'll ever be able to handle," Bill hornily vowed.

"Thought you'd never ask," Sally smirked.

She was wearing tight jeans. Pushing out her stomach, she popped their waistband without ever touching them. Then her zipper lowered in the same fashion as if she were willing it down.

The jeans were loose at her hips now, open from the soft roll of her belly to the top of her crotch. Bill looked for panties but didn't see any. Licking his lips, he waited for her pussy to appear in full view.