She dared not make a sound. She used her loins to communicate. She began to rotate and rock her cunt on his fingers. His hand started to pull away as if he were walking from this sex capture of her body. She locked her legs and rocked harder. His hand was captured.
"That feels good," she whispered.
"Oh, Scotti," he cried. "I want-I want-"
She dared not to look at him. She turned her head to look at the wall.
"I've waited, hoped, Doug, Dad."
He didn't say anything. He untangled from her and stood up and began to undress. She still did not dare look at him but her heart pounded in fierce joy. She slid out of her pajamas. She took his hand and led him to the bed.
"Wait!"
Naked father faced naked daughter by the side of the bed. For the first time they looked at each other.
Doug said: "This is the greatest crime of immortality a man can commit." His face looked stricken.
"I know," she said softly. She reached out and took hold of his cock. Its stiffness astounded her. "I had a good teacher," she said.
He stood there, swaying. He closed his eyes and groaned.
She slipped to her knees in front of him. Gently she took the red, strained knob of his cock head in her mouth and sucked on it with obscene sounds. It throbbed in intense feeling.
He pulled her up. He put his hands on her shoulders and ran them down the swelling torso to her breasts. Her fine, young skin gleamed and was as soft as butterfly wings. He palmed her nipples. They stood out in tiny red extension, as hard as his cock. She gave an audible gasp of pleasure. Reluctantly, his hands left her magnificent high breasts and traveled down the inward slope to her incredible waist.
She stood stock still, letting the thrill rush over her. From time to time she gave a laugh of relief, the aching desire of the years beginning to be released. Down the slight swell of her young belly. Through her stiff patch of pubic hair. A long finger rubbing her small but swollen pink cunt lips.
"Uh," she went.
He felt over the smooth slope of her hips until his hands grasped both buttocks and squeezed with delight. He trembled in his heated condition. He felt inside her crack and put a firm, possesive finger right on her asshole and sent new thrills racing from that tender spot.
It was his turn to kneel and run his hands lovingly over the shapely thighs, enjoying the soft skin especially of her inner thighs that protected her cunt. Down to her calves.
He pressed his mouth on her cunt and tongued her. She grasped his head and ground her cunt on his face with a gurgle of delight. She thought her heart would pump right out of her chest. Her cunt flowed warm honey into his mouth.
Slowly he rose and made a gesture. She went down on the bed on her back, her long legs opening in invitation. He climbed into her saddle and canted her cunt up for his cock.
There should be fanfares, screams and bursts of heavenly music, she thought. All she heard at this richest moment in time was the thud of her heart in her ears.
Father cock clipped the lips of daughter cunt. Greased by her copious flow, the head slid in easily. At once the tightness of her youth resisted.
Doug took a huge, shaky breath. His buttocks strained. He opened her cunt with a long, sweet thrust that laid his hungry prick deep inside of her to the wall of her womb. She gave a slight moan of distress and twisted, to have to take that powerful prick.
Cock imbedded in his daughter's sex tunnel, Doug rested on his arms and looked at Scotti. She stared back at him with her eyes glowing like living coals.
"Ohhhhh," he said.
"Ahhhhh," she said.
He hugged her body and spent, powerful bursts of jism. It was too much for her cunt. She'd wanted his incestuous cock in her tight cunt since she was twelve. At that climatic moment, she gave up her womanhood in a breathtaking rush, throbbing out her exquisite joy. Cock spumed, cunt quaked as they gasped and he seeded her deeply.
Grinning, feeling absolutely marvelous, now that the first tension was over, she held him tight and said: "Dad, that makes up for all the years you wanted it and couldn't take it, and I wanted it and didn't dare to ask for it. Now we can fuck for tonight and the future."
He gave a laugh. It was the first relaxed, happy laugh she'd ever heard him give.
"I've got plenty of loads behind that one, baby."
His prick had hardly lost erection. Now he began to move inside of her again. His come and to a lesser degree her cunt oils eased the fuck-lock which had been too tight for either of them. The pressure was just right now.
He began to slide faster, saying:
"This is the fuck of a lifetime, Scotti."
"I know it, Doug."
That time they went slowly, savoring each moment along the way, his prick moving steadily, keeping even pressure on her swollen clit. Mouths locked, lips opened and honey saliva passed between them in deep, loving kisses. His lips, tongue and teeth paid lingering tribute to her sensitive nipples, and she had to writhe in the sweetest ecstasy she'd ever know. Finally, he got a finger deep between her buttocks and pressed firmly on her asshole to increase her pleasure and she surged against him, their sweating bodies sucking loudly and fucked him faster.
"Ride me, ride me," she begged in a whisper.
"Fucking you, driving it deep, deeper, faster," he gasped.
Back and forth, in and out, holding down the leaping, racing thrills to draw it out, to enjoy every new burst of lifting sexual delight. Up, up, up, until she was out of her mind with pleasure, her whole body a burning intensity of fucked joy.
Time stopped. They slid into orgasm soundlessly, so completely blended that it was hard to tell which came first. Gradually, erotically their bodies twined tight and still. Then came his lusty bursts and her powerful throbs. On and on he went ejaculating deep into her cunt while she squeezed and squeezed her orgasmic spasms of splendor against his invading prick.
It was achingly rich, emptying both of them to the bottom of their erotic beings. When it was done they lay fuck-locked, unable to move, completely sated, glowing, happy…
To Scotti it felt as if she drifted away to some magic island of dreams fulfilled. She didn't want to move from there for the rest of her life. But she heard a strange sound.
She opened her eyes and looked over her father's shoulder-up into the grinning face of Robbie Wells. Cynthia, smiling, stood beside him.
"Well, well," said Robbie. "You two finally gave in to the lust that locked you up."
"So beautiful on that bed," said Cynthia. "You both looked marvelously fucked out."
Doug pulled off his daughter scowling. "Now dammit, Robbie, Cynthia. It was all your fault, saying those shocking things, pushing us."
"Of course it was my fault Doug. A good salesman gives his customers what they really want. So now I've earned that airplane sale."
Doug got into his shorts, Scotti covered her charms.
"Damn you Robbie, Cynthia-" started Doug.
But Cynthia took his head and kissed it. "Robbie and I have decided not to get a divorce just yet. We've decided to try swinging instead. With you and Scotti."
Doug howled at this new suggestion of outraging morality. Scotti rolled her eyes.
"If you think-" Doug began.
Robbie raised a hand. "I think we get a snack first. Then all go to our room and we can fuck the rest of the night away."
That time it took the Wells only two minutes to convince Scotti and five to convince Doug.
Chapter 5
It always happened the same way. Paula Mortom would be sitting in her darkened living room in her beautiful house in Meadow Falls, staring at the wall. She wore a white pant suit with nothing under it, because the young D.A.'s Investigator wanted her to. If she didn't do what Switzer wanted, her whole family would be terribly disgraced her mother, her father, her sister, and herself. She would have to go to jail. He'd told her that.