Paul Mall: The Tough Get Coming

This sudden increase in her frenzied fucking moves sent new spasms of joy up Alan's hot cock as her cunt clutched and twisted around him, and he felt his own driving need for release coming nearer as the hot jizz in his balls churned and frothed, ready to blast forth into her hot pussy.

Gwen was crying out with uncontrollable passion now under the constant assault of his heavy prick pistoning in and out of her clutching twat.

The lewd sound and feel of his hairy nuts slapping and bruising her upturned asscheeks was driving her wilder and wilder. She could even feel the wiry hairs of his balls tickling at the puckered ring of her asshole, a sensation she knew could always send her into a frenzied climax.

"Yes, yessssss," she hissed through clenched teeth, "So goooodddd!!"

"Damn, you've got the… tightest… hottest little pussy in… the whole friggin' world, baby!" Alan moaned back between gasps for air, feeling her thigh muscles suddenly tighten up around his hips as she lunged upward to literally impale herself on every hard-driving thrust he made into her steamy snatch. He felt the wet warmth of her quivering twat hole as it slid back and forth over his rock-hard prick, her talented cunt muscles nibbling along the heavy shaft.

Suddenly her tightly clasping vaginal passage started to swell and grow slicker around his cock, the spasming lining gripping him so tightly he had to fight not to blow his load right then. The beautiful blonde was only seconds away from paying off to her fuck-frenzy, to the pussysplitting power of his ramming tool.

"AAAAAAGGGHHHH!! OH, Daddy!!!! Gwen screamed, "I… I'm comminnnGGGG!!!" And as happened every time before, Gwen's mind locked on the image of her father's face as she hit her orgasm. In her mind and thus to her body, the heavy cock buried in her cunt and giving her such mind-blowing pleasure was his. She jerked her hips upward so violently that she almost threw the unbalanced Alan off the bed.

Gurgles and moans escaped from her throat as she tossed about wildly, locking her legs like a vise behind his ass, forcing his cock as deep as possible into her spasming pussy with a strength born of pure sexual need that Alan was powerless to fight, even if he had wanted to.

"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" she cried over and over, tears of pleasure running down her soft cheeks from beneath tightly shut eyelids. Alan thought it was just a nickname she had made up for him since the first time they'd fucked, and thought nothing of it. But to Gwen her intense pleasure was now all due to her father.

The wild frantic sensations of her orgasm were enough to push Alan over the brink as well, and Gwen felt his wildly throbbing cock suddenly jerk and spasm in her cunt as he spurted gob after steaming gob of his white cum deep into her twat. His semen-bloated testicles exploded, sending their entire hot load geysering into her eager muff.

"Jesus-God!!" he shouted as he came, the sweat now pouring off his body just as his rich, thick seed poured into her pussy. "Oh! So good!

Gwen!! So damn GOOD!!"

"Baby, yesss! Fill me with your hot jizz! Oh, Daddy!" Gwen squealed as she felt his cock spasming deep within her. Their wet bodies locked together at the groin, their flesh almost fused into one as they pushed and strained at one another in the throes of their orgasms. Then, finally, slowly, Gwen's thighs relaxed their viselike grip just as she felt his digit slowly soften. Alan fell down full on her body, his arms tight around her shoulders as they both gasped for breath. For only a few minutes, but what seemed like hours, they both lay in sweat-soaked exhaustion, their bodies tightly glued together, his cock still deep in her creaming cunt.

For Gwen this was always the time to come down not only from the height of her climax, but to return to the reality of her partner. The images of her father slowly faded, and she opened her eyes to see Alan's grinning, sweaty face gazing down at her.

She smiled back, then raised her head slightly and gently kissed both his eyes. She liked Alan tremendously, and he was one of the best fucks she had yet come across, but she knew sadly that that would be as far as it could go. She had fallen in love with her father, just as a thousand other little girls always fell in love with their fathers. But in her case, that little-girl crush had never gone away, but had instead raged into a passionate, hungry yearning as she grew older.

She had tried to throw it off when she went off to college. Still a virgin out of high school, she had thrown herself wildly into the hedonistic freedom of the campus. Alan had been at the registration table her first day away from home, and it hadn't taken much persuasion on his part to get her into bed with him. What followed was an incredible weekend of sex where she had learned just how deeply her sensual feelings ran. But that first time, and every time since, she could not escape one fact. Every man she made love to, tall or short, light or dark, always became her father at the crucial instant of climax.

She wrapped her arms around Alan's heaving shoulders and pulled his head down to the pillow beside her. Looking up at the ceiling, relaxing under the comfortable weight of his warm body on hers, Gwen knew there was only one way for her to rid herself of this fixation. She would be going home for a vacation in a month. One way or another, she vowed to either remove her lust for her father forever from her mind, or fulfill it completely in his arms.

During the ten-minute ride from the airport to her home, Gwen's thoughts were once more a confused jumble of promises and guilt about what she hoped to accomplish. During the month that had elapsed since she'd made her vow she'd buried herself in her classwork, swearing off sexual contact.

Alan had been immediately pissed off at her. She had laughed when he told her, "A girl like you can't stop cold turkey, Gwen. I've never met anyone who was always so horny. You'll go nuts in two days if you don't get fucked!" But she had kept her promise to herself, much to his chagrin. She had to admit that he was very nice about it, not pressuring her once he knew she had really made up her mind. Even in classwork he continued to grade her work fairly. He'd not given her any breaks in her work when they had been fucking, or did he take it out that way when they stopped. She had noticed more than a few glances between him and a red-headed beauty in the back row, though, so she figured he'd found a new one for the bedroom.

Now she squirmed slightly in the backseat of the cab, her jeans riding up her crotch and rubbing along her pussy lips. She'd taken to wearing panties now to prevent the constant arousal, but found that short of having them made of iron there was no way to cut off the stimulation totally. And Alan had been partially right in his remarks on her nature. She had begun to feel very strange after only two days of no sex. Frenzied masturbation each night and several times a day when she could find a private place had only given temporary relief from the aching itch in her snatch. Her own fingers or the occasional hairbrush handle was no replacement for a hard cock attached to a real man.

Before she'd gone off to college she had masturbated almost as frequently to great satisfaction. But after months of being reamed, creamed, banged and humped by dozens of men, she could no longer get the same results on her own.

The original idea of swearing off was as a first step in her resolve to either make it with her father or stop her incestuous lust forever, but now she was so hot she felt like raping the cabdriver. She stared at the back of his head as her mind suddenly filled with the vision of this chubby, cigar-puffing stranger humping her in the backseat of his cab, stopped in the middle of the highway. She gave a little giggling burst of laughter at both that image and the way her lust-crazed mind was working, then forced her thoughts back home.