Sandy Bennett: Jackies family lessons

He could hardly wait! As we kissed and caressed he moved me back onto the couch and lay on top of me, his body already in motion, his cock chafing against my inner thighs. «I knew this would happen,» he said as he pinched my breasts and sucked at the nipples. «Ever since that Sunday morning I haven't been able to get you off my mind. I dreamed about you, it's shameful but it's true, and now that I have you here I just want to make love to you for the rest of the day. You've grown up into such a beautiful woman, Jackie, just like …» He didn't finish the sentence but I knew he was thinking of Mum when she was my age. I would have objected had he not had his hand on my cunt and had his fingers not been fiddling with my clit and my hairs nimbly enough to make me think of more pleasant matters. My mother might have been good- looking in her day and she still wasn't bad, but now it was my turn. He was mine, his cock was hard for me!

His mouth roved over my body, sampling nipples, flesh, my armpits, my fingers, pussy, thighs, the backs of my knees, loving me with his taste, touch, and eyes. I could feel his gaze burning into my every part and it aroused me intensely to have his admiration. His mouth pressed into my cunt to bring to bear twenty years of married life on it, and within a minute I was writhing and twisting like a puppet under his manipulations. He had a way of pushing his lower lip into my pussy and pressing it up toward the pubic bone, that opened me right up and admitted his lip and tongue deep into the cunt cavity. I reached down and began to tug at his arms. «Come on Daddy, let's do it!» I whispered urgently. «Let's make love before we're interrupted. We may never have this chance again!»

«Yes, yes, in a minute.» He took a few last bites of my cunt and then got up to walk over to the den door and check to see that it was locked. When he turned to come back to me I saw his cock fully erect, just the way it had been under the shower that fateful day, only this time it was standing up for me and was about to penetrate me! It stood tall and thick like a stripped tree, glowing in the afternoon light, a rosy tip that throbbed with virility, balls that swung slowly to and fro as he walked. All I could do was submit. I rested one leg on the back of the couch, the other was on the floor, and with both hands I held my cunt open to him. He lay on top of me and pushed his cock into my wet hole, grunting with the effort of penetrating me the whole way in the first stroke. And then he was inside me, I had him where I wanted him!

«Lie perfectly still,» he said. «I don't want to blow in the first second. Don't move a muscle!»

«Do I excite you that much, Daddy?»

«I'm afraid so.» We hardly dared to breathe during that moment's crisis. His cock lay embedded in my cunt flesh, pulsing with life and sending the echoes of its vigor throughout my body. Even that got me worked up. The constraints let me do nothing to relive the mounting passion, and since it had to stay in me it multiplied all the more rapidly. I was unable to hold my breath any longer. I started to pant, to moan, to clutch at the upholstery of the couch in frustration. My father lay on top of me, his cock buried in my cunt, and he held me by the hips in case I should make an unexpected movement down there.

«Oh Daddy! I'm going to come! I can't stop it, it's so beautiful to have you inside me. Please hold me, don't come, oh Daddy, DADDY, HOLD ME, HOLD ME, I'M COMING! OOOHHH GOD! AAAAAAHHHHH!!» He kept me pinned down the whole time even though I struggled with all my strength. The orgasm forced its way out through my pores, it seemed, because when it had passed I felt absolutely spent!

Now my father swung into action. The first strokes were tentative and slow but he soon built up confidence. His cock was so thick, so long, that it stretched my cunt each time it dove down into my depths, and without much of a transition I found myself moaning and happy again. He knew just how to give it to me. When the left side of my pussy demanded action, it got plenty. And when it went momentarily numb he switched to a high entry so his knob bumped into the floor of my cunt and set off all kinds of delicious storms of tingling sensations that bubbled up to my mind and exploded there. I still couldn't believe it was he. My eyes remained wide open to scan his face all the time he fucked me. And when he lifted high enough I looked down along our separated torsos to see his thick brown cock suspended over my cunt hole, about to plunge in. His stomach muscles were knotted tight, laboring to give each stroke plenty of power, his strong arms were wrapped around me low down so his hands could support my buttocks and squeeze them at the same time. It was a total fuck, as thorough as the one Al and his wife had given me.

«Yes, Daddy, that's good, that's good,» I huffed. My body was burning again, ready to give birth to another bundle of passion. My hands were on his back and my nails dug into his flesh. I wanted to give him pain for the same reason a jockey gives his mount the whip. «More, harder, more! Oh yes, that's it, that is it! Daddy! Yes! DADDY, DADDY, DADDY, OH MY GOD, YES! IN, IN, IN, HARDER NOW, FUCK ME, OOOHHHH THAT'S BEAUTIFUL, HARDER DADDY, HARDER, MORE, MORE, MOOOOOOOORE!!» Still yelling I went under again, fighting for breath as my passion exploded and tore through my body. Daddy kept on fucking like a man possessed. His cock slithered in and out of my cunt at a fantastic speed, a machine gun of cock it seemed, and I had no sooner crawled out of one emotional melee than the next was upon me.

«Here it comes,» he whispered suddenly. His face was very red, his teeth were clenched, and his back buckled tautly. Now his cock moved so quickly that I only felt the heat of its friction. «Watch out, baby, I'm going to blow the lot-AAAARRGH, UNH-UNH-AAAAAAHHHH!!» He subsided, but his cock maintained its pace for a while until even that slowed down. His hot douche of sperm had brought the loose ends of my emotions together and dissipated them utterly. I felt that I didn't need fucking again.

Now came the awkward part. He would regret it, I was sure of that. And he would probably shun me again to give his guilty conscience the chance to forget his part in the proceedings. I clung to him and buried my face in his neck. If that was what he was going to do I didn't want to know about it until the very last moment.

«That was wonderful,» he said as he freed himself from my grasp. «I don't feel too good about giving in but we did it and I can't tell you how glad I am that I didn't have the guts to refuse you.»

I kissed him gratefully and sat still while he cleaned my pussy with a hand towel. He did it slowly, carefully, as if he was afraid a drop of his sperm would drop to the carpet. When it was gone he lay the towel aside and caressed my pussy with his bare hands. He looked as though he couldn't quite tear himself away from it. I was in no hurry. I loved the sensation of having a man, especially my own father, at the shrine of all passion. My pussy twitched and tickled at such times, I got warm and restless all over, but that might have been because those inspections were usually followed by the admirer making a meal of my cunt. Daddy just kissed it and stood up.

«Let's make sure our guests aren't being neglected,» he said dryly. «What was that you were saying about your mother and her brother? You saw them together, did you?»

«Yes, up in the bedroom. Did you know about them … their past, I mean?»

«Of course. I'm only sorry you had to find out.»

«You're taking it all very calmly, Dad,» I said. «Doesn't it bother you that Mum cheats on you?»

«My dear girl, we've been married a long time, and your mother has had affairs with relatives, strangers, men and women. And I love it. She lets me watch her and I let her watch me, and if that's not possible we tell each other all about it, every detail. The only thing I've never told her about was that Sunday morning. I didn't know how to tell her about that.»