Bill's mind whirled. He wanted desperately to prolong this wonderful moment, to make love to his luscious little niece. No one would see them, no one would know. Obviously the girl wanted it. She wasn't without experience, either. No innocent child would know how to give a professional blow job.
But she was his daughter, and she was terribly young. He would have to live with her, face her every day, and read his awful guilt in her knowing eyes. He didn't know if he could handle that. Damn it all, what a dilemma!
Stacy could tell he was wavering, and she renewed her efforts, sucking ravenously on his hugely thick, drooling cock. She mustn't fail. Both her pride and her need were involved. She felt hot pussy juice dripping down her thighs, she wanted him so badly.
"Awww, Christ," Bill whined, "you gotta stop…"
In spite of his protests, Stacy could tell he was close to coming. He was beginning to pump his hips helplessly, fucking the silky lining of her throat. His voice was hoarse, his eyes nearly crossed with pleasure.
Yes, she had to stop now, but not for the reasons he gave. She didn't want him to come in her mouth. She wanted to keep his arousal at a high pitch till she could get his gorgeous big rod in her cunt. She let his huge saliva-soaked cock slip from her mouth.
"Jesus H. Christ," Bill sighed. "I'm glad you stopped, honey. Like I told you, it just isn't right for a father and daughter to – HEY."
While he was talking, Stacy deftly straddled him, getting her dripping wet pussy right over the huge purple knob of his cock-head. She started to let herself down on it, wedging the fat drooling glans into the steamy little pit of her cunt-mouth.
"Stacy, for God's sake, no," Bill yelped.
He reached for her, but he was too late. The grinning little girl sat down hard, impaling herself on his thick hard rod which was standing straight up in his lap. She ground her hips downward, taking his meat swiftly up her greedy hot little Stacy squealed. "Yeah…"
Bill felt his achingly swollen dick slicing up the tightest, sweetest box he'd ever entered. Her teenage cunt was narrow and gripping, yet slick with abundant juice. She was fiery hot inside, and her powerful young cunt muscles sucked him swiftly up to her womb.
"Awwww," Bill bawled, "Stacy… Jesus, you better stop… Can't help myself…"
It was true. He could no longer bring himself to protest or to push her away. It just felt too damned good. He forgot about incest, forgot about infidelity, forgot everything but the fiery nipping wet sheath of her cunt around his erect and aching meat.
"It's all right, Uncle Bill," Stacy cooed. "Nobody will know. Let's have fun. Stop worrying, and just ball me, okay?"
Bill looked dizzily at her. Her innocent face was twisted into a horny leer, her big blue eyes bright and excited. Hell, she was no virgin. His cock had entered her too easily, and her manner was too professional. If other men had fucked her, why not him?
She didn't wait for a reply. She began working her slim hips, bouncing up and down on the thick throbbing impalement of his huge cock. Her little pink tongue nipped in and out, licking her lips, and she squealed and moaned her pleasure.
"Oooo, yeah, that's good," she cried. "Come on, Uncle Bill, get with it… move… Fuck meee…"
Bill gave up. God knows he'd tried to prevent this, done all he could to show her it was wrong. She'd gone ahead anyhow. Hell, she was practically raping him. He might as well enjoy it, and worry about the consequences later.
He reached up and gripped her firm little waist, holding her still, and began to fuck her. He pounded his hard drooling cock in and out of her slick juicy box, thoroughly enjoying himself now. She gasped with delight, and her cute little tits bounced crazily.
"Oh, wow, YEAH," she squealed. "That's it, Uncle Bill… Ball me hard, fast… Oooooo, yessss."
Her cream flooded out, hot and steamy, to drench his crotch. Her whole enticing body flushed a mottled pink of hot arousal. Her blue eyes fluttered and rolled. She might be only a teenager, but her body was mature and experienced.
"Honey," Bill gasped, "You're the sweetest thing I've fucked in years… So hot and tight…"
Stacy grinned wickedly at him. "You're a fantastic lay, too, Uncle Bill," she panted. "Your cock's sooo big… Man, it feels great…"
She wasn't lying. Her uncle's cock dwarfed most of the others she'd seen and played with. His gross thickness felt terrific in her ever-hungry little twat. She kept her legs well spread, letting him stuff and ream her thoroughly, letting him jab his huge dick all the way to her womb.
"Yeah, yeah, do it to me," she whined. "You're making me come, Uncle Bill… Oh, yeah, it's so good… Ohhhhh…"
As she came, Bill felt her tiny, tight twat gripping him, contracting, squeezing him so tiercely that he almost came. He howled with delight but managed not to climax. He meant to fuck this sexy little chick till she was bow legged. Now that he'd committed himself, he might as well get as much as he could.
Stacy was delighted when her uncle kept on fucking her, making her come again and again. She'd never met a man who could last so long. He was really a super lay, and she was never going to let him go, never let him refuse her again.
At last Bill gave a hoarse moan and began to shoot his load into her narrow nipping box. Stacy shivered with pleasure as she took it. It overflowed her little-girl cunt and out on the towel beneath them. She sighed as she felt his huge cock going limp at last.
"Oh, Uncle Bill," she said, slipping off his lap, "that was such a terrific fuck. We can do it again, can't we? You won't say no to me any more?"
Bill eyed her with a mixture of longing and guilt. He sure as hell wanted to go on balling her, but what about Karen, his wife? What about the fact that Stacy was his adopted daughter?
"Honey, I don't know," he said. "I'll have to think about it."
Stacy frowned but said nothing. It didn't matter what he thought. She was going to have him, and that was that.
CHAPTER SEVEN
After Bill and Stacy left for the beach, Karen found a book to read and lay down on the couch. She knew she ought to check on Mark now and then to see if he was cleaning the basement, but she was afraid to be alone with him. He would probably make another pass at her, and she wanted to avoid the hassle.
The hours dragged, and she found it hard to concentrate on her book. She knew what the problem was, dammit – she was horny again. That was nothing new, of course. She seemed to be horny all the time. The question was, what to do about it?
"Oh, hell," Karen sighed.
There seemed no way out of her predicament. Her husband was bored with her in bed and had practically stopped fucking her. She wouldn't dream of being unfaithful to him. All she could do was maturbate, like a guilty little kid.
She knew she'd have to bring herself off soon, or she'd grow irritable and be snapping at everybody all evening. She just had to make sure that Mark was busy in the basement and wouldn't interrupt her. It would be awful if he caught her frigging herself.
Karen slipped off her shoes and crept quietly to the basement door. It was slightly ajar, and she peered through the crack. Mark was busy, all tight, loading junk into cartons. He still had a big pile of stuff to load, so he ought to be busy for a while longer. Reassured about her privacy, Karen tiptoed back to the living room and lay down on the couch.
Sighing, she slipped her hand down the front of her stretch pants and touched the springy puff of curls at the base of her belly. She wriggled a finger inside the furry lips and found the hot little lump of her clit. A jolt of pleasure rocked her body as she pressed down on the sensitive juicy little button.
"Ummm," she sighed.