"I just hope he likes to fuck," she whispered, masturbating his half-aroused cock.
Linda turned on his lap to face him, her legs straddling his. With expert guidance, his cock was quickly inside her cunt. She nuzzled down against him, pushing him all the way in. She hooked her heels behind the legs of the chair.
"Don't come, Dad. Make it last a long time like last night. I like it in there and want it for a long time. We can fuck like this for a while and then go up to bed and do it some more."
His cock was as deeply imbedded as was possible. It felt so good to her that she closed her eyes and put her head on his shoulder and humped with abandon. The twitching started in her cunt, but she couldn't stop; she had to have that climax once it started.
"Oh, Daddy, I'm coming already!" she squealed.
The oversexed girl quivered and jerked on his lap, a wave of pleasure filling her heaving belly. She finally calmed down to a steady rocking, sobbing against his shoulder.
"Let's go up to your bedroom. I want you to come inside me on Mom's bed. I want you to fuck me like you would Mom, and try to make me a baby. I didn't take my pill today. Bill would never suspect that it's not his – he'll be fucking me too, very soon."
Dan liked the idea, and he hoped that he could knock up his daughter. He led her to the bedroom, then turned down the covers. She reminded him of her mother lying there with her eyes so wide and such a deep brown. She was prettier than her mother, and she had a better body than Helen had at the same age, though not as full and sensuous. Her nipples were bigger and darker, but she had the same copious mat of hair on her lower belly and cunt.
"Oh, Daddy darling, this is so exciting!" Linda said. "I've wanted to lay on this bed and get fucked for a long time. I used to stand outside the door and listen to you and Mom fucking and giggling and having so much fun; I always wished it was me you were sticking your prick into, even before I knew how good it felt to have a prick."
"Linda, you're shameless," Dan said, pushing her legs apart. His cock stood out from his crotch, hard and ready. He was going to fuck his daughter again, leave his male spew inside her belly, and if possible, make her a baby.
Dan lay down on top of her and pushed his cock into her cunt again. She was tighter than Helen and more responsive, her cunt clasping around his prick and sucking it in. He had no more than started stroking when she began to moan.
"Oh, Daddeeee! It feels so good. I think I'm going to come again!"
Linda hunched eagerly beneath her father, the friction from his sawing cock drawing groans from her mouth, wet squishes from her pussy. Faster and faster they went. She seemed to be on the verge of coming, but didn't quite make it.
"What's the matter, Daddy?" she sobbed. "I've never been so hot in my life, and I can't come. Last night felt so good that I wanted to keep from coming and couldn't, and now it feels so good and I'm so close that I'm miserable to come and can't. What's the matter, Daddy?"
"It's probably because you've had so much, darling. Perhaps we'll have to stimulate you more."
"Well do it, do it! I have to come!" she screamed.
Dan pulled out and got up from the bed. "Roll over on your stomach," he ordered. Looking around the room, he spotted a narrow leather belt. He picked up the belt and lashed across her butt.
"Ouch! That hurt!" she screamed.
Dan lashed across her wrist. "Get your hand out of the way, you little whore. You need a good whipping for the things you've done, you incestuous little bitch!"
Long, red welts rose up quickly as the leather belt came down again and again.
"You're doing it too hard, Daddy! It hurts terrible!" Her cheeks were wet with tears.
"Open your legs wide!" Dan shouted.
Linda obeyed. Her senses were numbed, her cunt on fire. The tip of the belt curled between her legs and bit at the puffy, ruby-red lips of her cunt. She jerked and screamed. The belt snapped between her legs again, and she started to come.
"I'm coming, Daddy! I'm finally coming… please get on me and come inside me… hurry, hurry!"
Dan threw the belt down and pushed into her from behind, jamming his cock in with one cruel lunge. He had no trouble bringing himself off inside her cunt, since he was unusually stimulated from lashing his daughter's ass and pussy.
"I'm coming, cunt! I hope you get pregnant, you filthy bitch!" he screamed.
"I do, too!" Linda wailed, her orgasm still strong and hot.
When he gasped and rolled off, she pushed him onto his back and took his wilting prick into her mouth. Her nose was buried in his hair for a long time as she gently sucked at his spent cock. They both dozed off with her head still in his hairy lap.
An hour later, Linda sat up and looked at the clock beside the bed. With a cry, she leaped to her feet.
"Daddy, Bill is supposed to pick me up in half an hour. Where did the time go? I've got to get ready."
She looked at her father rubbing his eyes and once again the itch seized her. It was one of those days when she just couldn't seem to get enough, and she knew she wasn't going to let Bill have any. Not yet.
"Do you think we could fuck one more time before he gets here?"
"Not a chance, Linda, your old daddy is shot. If you have such hot nuts that you can't wait, you'll just have to use the hairbrush again," he said with disgust.
"You sneak!" she cried. "You were watching this morning."
"Yes, I'm afraid I was playing possum."
She picked up a hairbrush from her mother's dressing table. It had a larger handle than hers.
"I ought to use it on you," she said.
"No way, baby," Dan said, sitting up.
"Okay, then I'll use it on me. It'll be more fun knowing you're watching, and it looks like a much better handle for bringing a girl off."
Dan watched as his perverted daughter lay on the floor in front of him and spread her legs apart. The lips of her cunt were already wet and glistening. Linda gripped the hairbrush around the bristles, moved her hand between her legs, and put the cold plastic to her pussy, her cunt-lips opening in anticipation.
The fat, knobby handle disappeared from sight inside her pussy and she started to fuck herself. Soft moans were soon coming from her.
CHAPTER FOUR
Helen Palmer drew deeply on her cigarette and squinted at her son across the breakfast table. He wasn't paying attention to his food like he usually did, and she suspected why. It was that damn waitress showing herself off like a common whore. She could see her son squirming in his chair, even reaching under the table to stealthily rearrange himself.
Helen Palmer was still very attractive and well preserved, not turned to fat like so many middle-aged women, though a trifle plump. She had always been chesty, but her tits didn't hang down to her belly button; they were still firm and proud.
"What's the matter, Peter?" she asked. "You're acting strange this morning. Don't you feel well?"
"I'm okay, Mom, just sleepy. We started awful early."
"You're right, honey, but I want to get home tonight if we can. You can crawl in the back seat and take a nap and I'll drive. I feel good this morning."
The waitress returned.
She was young, about eighteen or nineteen, and she was built. Her skirt was tight and short, clinging to her round ass and showing off most of her smooth, bare legs. Her blouse was even tighter, and low cut, revealing a deep cleavage between heavy, braless tits. Her dark nipples could be seen through the thin, white material. A tiny apron tied tightly around her waist gave her an hourglass shape. The girl was cute and she knew it. She knew she was turning Peter on, too.
The girl bent over farther than necessary to refill their coffee cups. She smiled at Peter. "Is there anything else you'd like?" she asked sweetly, knowing full well what else the young man would like.