To the outside world Victor Redgrave posed as the ideal, conventional father. In fact, many people had commented that they conducted themselves as brother and sister.
They stood in the tub now, carefully dried each other with the thick turkish towels, and then went to the bed and lay side by side. Victor read the newspaper for a while before tossing it to the floor. Then be turned to his side and palmed his daughter's cheek. He brushed her slightly damp hair from her forehead gently and gave her a fatherly kiss on her lips. "I love you, darling," he said.
"I love you too, Daddy," she said, the mushy feeling coming on strong now.
"Would you like the vibrator tonight?" he asked.
"Ummm," she said. "That would be nice."
"Both of them?"
"Yes, Daddy," she cooed. "I think I'd like both of them tonight."
Her father kept two vibrators; one a conventional type that strapped about the hand and the other a cylindrical one that was shaped like a penis and, could be inserted either in her rectum or her vagina. Each morning he removed them from the nightstand and placed them carefully in a suitcase in the closet and each night he put them beside the bed in case she wished to incorporate them into their lovemaking. Sometimes she didn't want them, but tonight she did. Moving them back and forth from suitcase to nightstand kept strangers and the clean-up maids from seeing them. Her father was very efficient in matters like that.
She beard the flick of the on switch and then the faint humming of instrument. Even before his vibrating hand touched her back she felt her juices gurgling within her vagina. The sound of the buzzing vibrator was like saying the word candy to a child. A conditioned response. She lay there on her tummy, legs slightly spread on the cool, clean sheets and closed her eyes as Daddy's soothing palm moved over her back, neck, buttocks, legs. He ran the machine up and down her inner thighs, too, and gently massaged her anus and the rear of her pussy. When he had finished her feet she knew it was time to turn over on her back so that she could work on her titties and tummy and pussy – all over her front.
He talked to her soothingly and lovingly as his hand moved, as always, without haste over every inch of her body. Instinctively, she reached for his prick which was by now, again as always, firm and dribbling. She clasped and unclasped her hand tenderly about its stout warmth until the vibrator moved well down between her legs and settled on her clitoris. Then she reversed herself on the bed so that she could take her Daddy's organ into her mouth. Sometimes she used the vibrator on his penis too but usually by this time. She wanted only to have his cock in her mouth so that she could taste his drippings and nurse slowly up and down its beautiful rigidity and tickle his balls. By now, their love making had become a ritual, a ceremony which she never tired of (Tired of? No, yearned for!), a ritual which Daddy still managed to keep fresh and filled with unexpected variations to thrill and delight her.
After a few minutes, Daddy fetched the other cock-shaped vibrator from the nightstand and placed the regular vibrator on her hand. As she began massaging his prick and full scrotum with the regular vibrator, she felt the prick-shaped vibrator pressing against her cunt lips, ramming up and down from her clitoris to her asshole. She encircled her legs about the instrument that she could feel the full force of the thing tingle against her genitals and rectum. For a long time she clamped it hard between her legs as she jacked off Daddy's penis. Finally, she spread her legs and placed the back of her hand against her forehead and wet her lips. She began wagging her head back and forth involuntarily and groaning, knowing that in a moment the buzzing, prick-shaped instrument would slip gently past her cunt lips and then vibrate every core and fiber of her vagina to the depths. Yes, there it was, going in, farther, farther, way up, all the way in and delivering unspeakable, tantalizing ecstasy. Daddy let it linger there, buzzing all by itself for awhile before he slowly pushed it in and out, in and out until she thought she wouldn't be able to stand the pressure a second longer. But she knew she could. She always did – at least so far. Sometimes she was fearful though that one night the indescribable feeling would reach such a peak that she would die, literally fade away from pleasure, perish from orgasmic waves that racked her body.
Daddy momentarily withdrew his stiff meat from her mouth and bent down and began lapping with his tongue on her clitoris as he continued to slide the artificial, humming cock inside her dripping love nest. She had come twice already and wan growing weaker. Soon it would be time for him to fuck her.
As thought he had read her mind, he asked, "You want it in your ass tonight while I fuck you?"
"Yes, Daddy," she moaned without even thinking, "but-but don't come inside my pussy unless you-you really want to. I'd rather you came in my mouth."
"All right, love," be said.
Daddy almost always din what she asked of him. Only a few times had he over-ruled her in his choice of orgasm. He carefully eased the cunt-slick vibrator up her asshole, then just as carefully, scooted around and eased his poker into her eager pussy. She felt the two stiff instruments – one flesh and the other plastic – probing her as they slid between either side of the thin partition of flesh that separated her two holes.
Now was the time she had to be careful. On several past occasions the combination of the two probers had caused her to pass out. Her pleasure plateau had reached such a level that she had simply blacked out in a state of near fitful bliss. She did not wish to pass out tonight. For one thing, she often missed, a final orgasm that she could only describe as Godlike in nature, and for another thing when she passed out it meant denying Daddy his own orgasm.
No, tonight she wanted to feel his sperm shoot into her mouth and swallow it. She had already had her share of climaxes and she longed to ingest his male fluid. Somehow, with her tummy full, she slept better, too, like a child after a late snack. Mainly, though, she had learned that Daddy liked her to swallow his come. To him, it seemed to represent the ultimate act, the final and most loving thing she could do for him. She had told him again and again that she actually liked to swallow his sperm, but no matter how sincerely she had explained he still thought of it as a favor to him, a kind of sacrifice.
The buzzing instrument continued its mission deep inside her as her father's tongue stabbed at her clitoris. It was odd that she had enjoyed swallowing her Daddy's sperm from the very beginning. Maybe it was a kind of sacrifice on her part. But if it was it was unconscious. Because she really liked to swallow his come, really liked it when it came shooting out and he groaned and held her head hard as she took all the love juice down into her stomach. She had often told him she would suck him off as many times every day as he wanted her to, but he didn't to believe her. "A hundred times a day," she'd told him, but he'd only smiled as though not really believing her. Maybe he wanted to think of it as something special. She didn't know.
It did puzzle her that she liked to swallow come. She had even liked swallowing Gil Turner's load. Really. The only thing was that Gil Turner drank a lot and she had detected a faint flavor of alcohol in his sperm the thought she had sucked him off. That had really surprised her. She had had no idea that alcohol could even affect the way a man's sperm tasted.