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Joining The Family
Chapter 1
Her naked body hissed between the sheets as she slid into
bed. It was a luxurious feeling, like hotel sheets always are,
cool, crisp and fresh, nearly crackling. She felt like purring as
she snuggled down, allowing the soft comfort to ease the tension
of the day's drive from her.
Fresh from the shower, glowing with a pampered warmth, she
rolled to the center of the king-size bed and languidly stretched.
A satisfied smile danced across her full lips as she once more
came alive. Carefully, she arranged the shoulder length strands
of light brunette hair in a fluffy cascade on the pillow, framing
the classical oval beauty of her face in a silken cloud of
softness.
As a last touch, she raised the sheet and let it slowly drift
down, moulding its whiteness to the supple contours of her
nakedness: a veil that completely hid the smooth pinkness of her
body, but a veil that went beyond the point of mere suggestion and
presented an alluring portrait of willing innocence.
Prepared, her eyes swept over the room, finally focusing on
the open door to a small bathroom. An impish glint played over
the misty green of her eyes and a pleased smile once more crept
back to her lips. She waited---waited for her father still busying
himself in the shower.
Mrs. Michael Hightower; she savored the feel of it, tingling
as new excitement washed over her. Until yesterday she was
Miss. Diana Hightower. But today she was Mrs.Michael Hightower!
She was a newlywed. She and her dad had been lovers for four
years, since she was thirteen. But couple of weeks back, on
valentine's day, her father had popped the question and she had said
yes! And here she was, her own dad's dear wife.
Whenever she tought of the fact that her dad was now her husband,
she trembled anew, her body alive with the excited warmth of anticipation.
She was acting like some foolish school girl and loved every moment of it!
The blasting water of the shower abruptly ceased and the curt
sound of metal rings sliding along the shower rod entered the
room, sending a vivid flush of eager gooseflesh running up her
spine. She listened as he pulled a towel free and briskly rubbed
himself dry.
She heard two steps, then her dad was there, standing in the
doorway, naked except for a small white towel wrapped hastily
around his waist.
"Hello, wife," he grinned, his eyes lit with self-assured
confidence. She couldn't help blushing for a moment.
Daughter, wife, lover, mistress, any way you'll take me, she
thought as he brushed the rumpled mop of thick, black hair away
from his face and crossed the room. The towel and his brisk
stride gave him the air of a triumphant conqueror come to claim
his reward. Her eyes trained on the slit that opened in the terry
cloth, exposing a suntanned thigh as he stepped. She tried to
glimpse what lay beneath, although she already knew.
"Tired, darling?" he smiled down at her from the side of the bed.
"Not that tired!" she returned the smile. "After all, this
is my wedding night, dad!"
His wide grin was back, "Have I ever told you you're
beautiful?"
"Yes," her eyelids coyly fluttered down in mock modesty, then
opened wide, revealing two sparkling eyes of emerald green. "But
keep on doing it. I love it!"
She wasn't a beautiful girl, she knew that, but she was
attractive. The obvious attributes of her body were nothing out
of the ordinary when taken individually, but together, that was
another story. That she knew how to highlight what she had only
added to the enticing picture she presented to her dad's eyes.
"What's that ridiculous towel for?" she frowned up to her new
husband.
"Just following the advice of all those marriage manuals I've
read in preparation for this moment," he chuckled. "They all said
a man should never let a woman see his genital area on the first
night of their marriage. It might frighten her!"
"But ..." her hand reached up, grabbed the towel and tugged,
this is not our first night!"
It came free and fell to his feet. Her gleaming deep green
eyes homed in on the sleeping form of his cock. No, penis, she
corrected herself, when his cock naps it's a penis.
Long, cool and graceful, her fingers cupped around his
testicles and cock. He sighed, as the gentle caress stirred
swirling, pulsing life into his loins. Her fingertips lazily
circled the sensitive crown of his organ, eliciting soft moans of
pleasure from his lips.
Throbbing with pulsating surges of blood, he grew under her
gentle ministrations. She knew what she was handling and how to
handle it. Lovingly, her fingers glided up and down the growing
column in light fleeting strokes. Like a snake coming to life, it
jerked and twitched.
Engorged and alive, it bobbed upward, its head transforming
from bud-like smallness to a thick, plump-looking plum. Tube-
like, it stiffened, growing hard and erect. Still her dancing
fingers worked their taunting magic, teasing and titilating the
shaft as it grew.
When her hand eventually drifted between his open thighs to
find the dangling sac of his balls, he no longer sported a penis
but a cock! Long, hard, thick and swollen, it jutted from his
crotch at a forty-five degree angle. Its lust-gorged glans
twitched with fired arousal. A small drop of clear sexual oil
oozed from its small slitted mouth.
Her wide green eyes rolled up to him, no longer flickering
with girlish delight, but with the eager flames of a woman---a
woman that knew what she wanted! She smiled, recognizing the
desire that played in his eyes.
"I love your hands on me," he smiled back, moaning as an
inquisitive finger teasingly probed and swirled over his scrotum.
"So do I," she whispered, her pink tongue slicking her lips,
then her eyes returned to the cock she had brought to life.
For minutes, he stood there, letting her finger play at his
sac. He moaned as she toyed with his stirring balls. She
caressed them and taunted them. Her fingers rolled their weighty
shapes back and forth in the bag that held them.
Then her hand was back on his prick. She grasped his rod
tightly, squeezing its blood-filled thickness, as if testing the
fatness of its circumference. Up and down along the inflexible
length of his manhood, her clinging fist jerked until he groaned
and his knees threatened to give way.
Pulling her demanding hand from his cock, he reached down and
tucked his fingers beneath the top of the sheet covering his daughter.
Slowly, he pulled the veiling whiteness downward, his eager eyes
hungrily devouring the nakedness of his lovely daughter.
Like firm half-melons, her tits jutted proudly up to him. He
delighted in the trembly little quaking that set them liquidly
juggling as she shivered in her excitement. Deep pink nipples,
surrounded by coral-blushed haloes, crested the lovely fleshy
mounds. As he gazed, the rubbery little buttons fattened and
thickened, as she anticipated what was to come.
Lower the sheet and his eyes drifted. Down over the
quivering sleekness of her belly with its deep sensuous navel the
cloth came, revealing a distinctive tangle of silky brown pubic
fur bushed over the plump rise of her sex. Quickly, with his own
eagerness growing, he pulled the rest of the sheet from her body,
unveiling two shapely legs that slowly spread open in an
announcement of her body's willingness.
"Beautiful," he whispered almost to himself.
A definitely pleased smile on her lips, she opened her arms
to him and he came, sitting on the side of the bed and leaning
over her. His hands were at the sides of her face, tenderly
brushing her cheeks and toying with the softness of her hair. In
silence, their eyes spoke the words of their love as they gazed at
each other for a few brief moments.
Leaning further down, his lips were on hers in a light,
brushing kiss. Waves of gooseflesh rippled over her as his chest
was on hers with a warm gentle pressure. The stiff tips of her
nipples tingled even harder and stabbed into the man above her.
Just soaking in the feel of him, her hands roved over his back,
reveling in the smoothness of his skin and the roll of his muscles
beneath.
His lips moved away for an instant, then he was back. His
tongue teased invitingly at her lips until they parted and his
oral digit entered the humid warmth of her mouth. Pressin his
weight harder against her yielding willingness, his tongue darted
around in the sweet harbor it had found. She welcomed him,
tightening her arms around his back and using her own tongue to
taunt over and around the invader swirling at the roof of her
mouth.
He withdrew and she followed. Probing toward his throat, her
tongue drilled eagerly into his mouth. Twirling and flicking, she
teased the growing glow of love-lust stirring within his body.
Then his teeth lightly clamped down on her swirling oral probe,
holding it securely. He sucked at its provocative softness until
she moaned and writhed with pleasure under him.
When he finally released the captive digit, his mouth left
hers and his tongue was flicking its way over her ear lobe. He
worked until he could feel the shivering trembles of her
excitement, then he let his teeth nibble for several moments.
Low moans rolled up from her throat as his lips moved down
the long graceful arch of her neck. Lightly kissing, he took
control of her body. A body he knew and had learned to arouse to
its fullest from the time she was thirteen. He controlled and
affected her like no other man had been able to do. This was not
a man taking a virgin bride, but an expert lover having his woman,
giving and taking to please and be pleased.
His mouth drifting with tantalizing slowness toward the
waiting bulges of her breasts, he slid into the bed beside her,
delighting as she trembled along the length of his body.
Her hands were far from still. They roamed down his spine,
finding the cheeks of his ass. With titilating dexterity, her
fingertips taunted at his buttocks and the deep crease between the
tightening demiglobes. Like feathers of loving caress, she played,
forcing his ass muscles to draw up hard and ready.
His own hands were on his daughter's tits, sizing up the full
circumference of the enticing forms. Around the bountiful mounds
of flesh, his fingers circled, exciting in the summery warmth they
found. In spiralling fashion, his palms climbed the sloped curves
of her breasts.
Squirming under him, one of her hands left his ass and
clamped urgently around the shaft of man meat throbbing at his
groin, as his fingers reached out and tapped the hard nipples at
the crests of the two peaking tits. Squeezing him, her hand was
hot and demanding.
Suddenly his mouth dropped down, capturing one of the stiff
little buds. He sucked and pulled at the rubbery tip until she
moaned and her hand jerked at his pulsing pole of cock. Then his
teeth bit lightly into the button seized by his lips.
Fire flamed through the aching nipple, when his mouth
abruptly retreated and then attacked the sister button of flesh.
She groaned and quivered as her want for this man she now called
"husband" grew. She was his! His to do with as he pleased!
Harder and harder his lips sucked at the sexually burning bud
of her breast. Her back arched up, shoving the luxurious pillow
of her tit flesh into his face and licking as she moaned and
writhed under his ministrations.
Her whole body jolted as one of his hands left its firm hold
on her breasts and slid down over her stomach to grasp the far-
covered mound waiting between her spread thighs. Her lust-
inflamed pelvis twitched and pushed into his palm.
Firmly squeezing the fleshy mound of his daughter's sex, he easily
slid a finger into the wet warmth of her cunt. She twitched and
rotated the hungry lips of her pussy, trying to impale herself on
the taunting digit of his explorations---a wish he complied with
in a driving plunge that drilled his finger into the caressing
hole of her vagina.
Easily, his finger pumped in and out of the oil-slicked
channel, while he tickled another fingertip between the pouting
cleft of her outer lips. Upward the inquisitive digit taunted
along the wet crease of her snatch, to cajole the tiny bud of her
clitoris out from under its hood of skin. She groaned and
twitched as the dual sensations of his mouth at her tit and his
vigorously fucking fingers sent ardent waves of pleasure through
her body. Her hips hunched into his hands, caught in the rhythm
of his fingers. His control of her was complete. Her whole being
begged for him to open her with the thick, swollen shaft she
clutched in her hand.
"Now!" she moaned, tugging at the throbbing lance her body
pleaded for. "Now! Please, daddy! Give it to me now!"
Pulling his lips from her tit with a wet "pop," his mouth
once more was hers and his tongue was striving to slither into her
throat. Her legs spread even wider, opening to him as he rolled
atop her waiting nakedness. Each of his hands found and squeezed
the fleshy orbs that jutted up to him from her chest. She moaned
and squirmed under the sweet agony of his hands, while her own
hand still clutching the pulsing column of flesh between his
thighs, guided it between the outer lips of her labia. Thick and
engorged, the bulbous mass of his cockshead throbbed and jerked
within the soft confines of her slit.
Then, in an easy twitch of his pelvis, he slid his shaft into
the well-lubricated channel of her cunt. Deep, sinking to his
hilt, he glided into the moist clutchy folds of her vagina.
She grunted and quivered as he entered. Big, hard, and
swollen, her father's cock filled her to the brim. He jerked and pulsed
with virile life that packed the tunnel of her sex. Her hand
slipped from his crotch and returned to join its sister, clinging
to the hard mounds of his buttocks.
"Fuck me!" she whispered-moaned, pulling her mouth from his.
"Fuck me hard, my husband!"
Releasing his holds on her tits, he raised himself on his
elbows, smiling down with pleasure at his daughter---his wife---who
lay beneath him. The stiff nipples of her breasts still stabbed
into his chest, as she writhed languidly under the deep impalement
of his sex.
Responding to her desires, his hips whipped back, wrenching
the thick column of his cock from the clinging velvet channel of
her belly. Then he slammed himself forward, drilling full length
into the loving saddle of lust he rode.
She groaned and her head rolled wantonly on her shoulders as
she accepted and welcomed the hard rod of stiff meat cramming back
inside her. He pulled out again and she moaned as the lust-filled
head of his prick strained the walls of her pussy in its exit. He
plunged once again into his daughter's silky cunt.
The sudden invasion drew a sharp cry of delight from her
lips. The tight, young muscles of her cunt contracted into a
sheath of squeezing delight, surrounding his lusty stalk of
manliness. His hips jerked upward, then lunged down again,
burying the hard rod of flesh deeper into her yielding cunt.
Her hands dug into his ass, her nails biting his flesh with
aroused need. As he pumped and poled into the core of her quick,
she urged him on, pulling him hard with each downstroke of his
groin. Her legs crossed around his, locking him to her in the
rising desperation of her desire.
Long, hard and big, he shafted into the spongy mouth of her
belly. She groaned and writhed under the constant skewering lance
that opened and reopened her. She clutched him and begged and
pleaded for more.
Harder, his cock drilled into the warm caressing recesses of
her cunt, trying to nail her to the bed beneath their bodies. She
squirmed and quivered under him, the satin pillows of her tits
rolling against his chest and the erect, firm nipples digging into
his flesh.
Her ass swished and hissed over the sheet as her hips took up
the rhythm of his fucking. As he lunged down, her pelvis leaped
up and greeted his swollen rod, helping it to plow even deeper
into the grateful channel of her unabandoned lust. She squeezed
and held him in the depths of her pussy for a brief instant.
Then he jerked out, wrenching the filling thickness of his
presence from her. In turn, her hips dropped back to the bed,
then jumped forth once more to envelop her fahter's bigness as it
penetrated her body.
She no longer groaned, but grunted with each pounding impact
of his loins against her eager cuntal mound. Her body was jolted
time and again, as he pumped his stiff mass into her with reckless
abandon.
Suddenly, he dropped full weight to her body, his chest
smashing into her tits, pancaking their roundness beneath him.
His hands slid under her, grasping the perk curves of her ass and
jerking them upward to increase the angle of his driving plunges.
She groaned as he speared closer and closer to her soul. Her
hands anchored firmly into his ass and she pulled even harder as
he lunged, as if trying to take him into her, balls and all. She
twisted and squirmed with soaring pleasure under the battering
attack of his loins.
Together they rose in a fervor of erotic delirium. They
strove to reach new levels of ecstasy. Pounding, groaning,
aching, and grunting, they drove into and accepted each other,
attempting to take every ounce of pleasure each offered.
Higher and higher she soared. Her thighs throbbed and
pounded with the growing agony of near release. Aching, writhing,
and groaning, she was caught up in an imploding universe of lust--
-a lust that consumed her in tidal wave after tidal wave of soul-
rendering passion.
Simultaneously, his balls boiled with the fire of desire and
up from the aching depths of his testicles a molten flow raced
through his throbbing and pulsing cock. He erupted, spewing the
thick fountain of his lust into his daughter's belly. Hunching deep
into her cunt, he emptied himself of seemingly gallons of hot come that
splattered and coated the contracting folds of her pussy until the
flood of sperm and semen overflowed the well of her sex and oozed
out around his thickness.
Their desperate, wanton lust expended, father and daughter
clutched each other in loving caresses. Their grateful bodies
heaved and trembled in the wake of their passion. With tender love,
their mouths met and kissed in silent "thank you" for the pleasure
shared.