BEE-6675A Lawfully Wedded Nymph by Eve Ning-chapter 6
The day's hiking went as those before it had gone. The two families
continued deeper into the forest, using the river as their guide. With
short rest stops and a break for lunch, it was seven hours before they
again selected a site for the night.
The seven hours gave Linda all the time she needed to collect her
thoughts and neatly sort them.
First, she wasn't some scatter-brained teenager. Despite her eighteen
years she was aware of the world around her and the relationships
shared by a man and a woman. While she had no hard evidence to prove
her theory, she had the feeling that her mother and father had taken
lovers at one time or another during their marriage. She also suspected
that each parent was fully aware of what the other did. If so, she felt
her mother would understand what had happened between Aunt Mona and her
father.
She did. On more than one occasion, she had thought of going to bed
with her own brother, especially after listening to Karen recount their
love making.
Second, she knew damn well Frank didn't know, or even suspect what had
happened between her father and Aunt Mona. She doubted whether the man
ever had a thought of sex, least of all considered the possibility that
his wife had taken a lover - her own brother at that. Frank just
wouldn't believe that such things could happen.
Last, she had considered her own feelings. And, yes, she wanted to be
her father's lover - one of them, at least. She did not want to replace
her mother right now. The thought of being her father's wife was what
she had planned for her future. She wanted to start sharing his bed
right away.
Getting him into that bed, or more specifically, into her snatch was
another problem.
Linda wasn't a girl. Over a year ago she had felt the thrill of her
first lover moving between her willing thighs. It had been a summer
romance with the cousin of one of her best friends who had been
visiting for a week. When he returned home, she was a woman and he was
no longer a boy.
Since then she had taken one other lover, a young man she now had hopes
of marrying. But that was in the future, after she graduated from
college.
Her father was here and now.
She had no worries of pregnancy. Her own mother had seen to that. A few
days before her first date, her mother had taken her aside and talked
with her. It wasn't one of those woman-to-woman talks she had heard of
from her friends, nor was it a mother-to-daughter lecture. It had been
more like two friends discussing what it meant to be a woman. After
that talk her mother had taken her to the doctor for a complete
physical and a birth-control pill prescription. Her mother had given
her the responsibility of controlling her own sex life. Something she
had not regretted.
She was a woman, and she knew it. But how was she going to get her
father to notice the fact?
As she had realized when watching Aunt Mona and her father, he would
never come to her. The only answer was for her to go to him and offer
herself. But how and when, that was something she hadn't decided yet.
Linda looked around the camp. Everyone was completing their normal
tasks of setting up the tents and getting the fire ready for the
evening meal. Then she saw Bret and Karen talking.
Why not?
Bret and Karen managed to get away by themselves simply by taking a
walk in the woods and finding someplace to make love. She could do the
same thing.
She glanced around and found her father stretched out beneath a tree,
resting in the shade. Her heart suddenly doubled its speed. He was
alone. If there were a time to do it, the time was now before he became
involved in something.
Taking a deep breath, Linda strode toward him without hesitation. Her
temples were pounding like hammers by the time she reached his side.
She knew he could read what she had planned on her face when he looked
up at her, but he just smiled and said, "Hi, Princess."
"Think you could spare your daughter a few minutes?" She forced
calmness into her voice.
"Sure, what's on your mind?"
"Nothing really important." She lied. "There's just something I want to
show you in the woods."
"Oh?" Her father's smile grew. "What is it?"
"A surprise," she replied. "It's just back up there a bit. Think you
feel up to a short walk?"
She held her breath, knowing that she had just given him the
opportunity to refuse to go with her. But he grinned and answered,
"Okay."
He held a hand out to her as he rose, gripping her fingers firmly.
"Lead on."
She smiled and started toward the forest. Once in the trees, she led
him directly away from the camp and the others. She had no idea what
she was going to tell him when she found the spot she was looking for,
but she would think of something. At the moment she had to find a
secluded clearing.
"Hey, how far is this?" her father asked.
"Not much further," she answered, repressing the panicky rush that rose
from the pit of her stomach. Her eyes darted around, searching for a
concealed spot. "It's just right over there."
She glanced at him, her eyes looking back. She could no longer see the
tents, nor could she hear the others. Now she had to find the right
location.
About fifty feet more, she found what she was looking for. It was a
small moss-covered depression surrounded by thick bushes and trees.
Unless someone was looking for this place, they would never notice it.
That made it perfect for her plans.
Tightening her grip on her father's hand, she led him through the
shrubs.
"This is it?" He looked at her, a puzzled expression on his face. "I
don't see anything."
"There isn't anything, except me." No, she realized that was the wrong
approach and regretted her words as they came from her mouth. "I didn't
want to show you anything..."
"Huh?" His puzzlement grew.
"I just wanted to get you away from the others...so we could...talk,"
she said.
"Alone at last," her father said with a chuckle. He eased to the ground
and sat, patting the moss beside him for her to sit also. "Must be
something pretty important to bring us out here?"
"Yes," she began, still unsure of how to handle the situation. "It's
that...well..."
"That important, huh?" His expression was serious now, filled with the
gentle understanding that was always there when she came to him with a
problem.
Linda seated herself next to her father and once again took his hand.
"Dad, I saw you and Aunt Mona this morning. I was getting up to see the
sunrise and I saw you two by the river."
"And you saw us making love?" His voice didn't quaver.
"No, but I knew what had happened," she said.
He was silent a moment, as if gathering his thoughts. "I'm not sure
what to say. What happened, happened. I feel no regrets. I know Mona is
my sister, but what happened was between a man and a woman. I'm sorry
if what you saw upset you, but..."
"It did upset me," she interrupted him. "But not in the way you're
thinking. What I saw looked so beautiful. Aunt Mona looked like a
sylvan goddess from Roman mythology and you..." She stumbled over her
words. "Dad, I was jealous of Aunt Mona. I wanted to be in her place!"
His head jerked around. He stared at her. His expression was a strange
mixture of surprise and confusion.
"I brought you here to show you me, your daughter," she said, words
rushing out. "I'm a woman, your daughter is a woman. I want to show you
that woman."
His mouth fell slightly ajar. She knew what he must be thinking, but
she had committed herself. She had said what she wanted to say and now
she wanted him.
Before he could answer, she threw her arms around his neck and pressed
her mouth to his. Her tongue flicked out and darted between his parted
lips. She taunted and teased, but there was no response. He sat there
frozen, as though he were a man in a state of shock.
She pulled away a bit, undaunted. Her eyes rose to his. "Make love to
me. I want you to make love to me."
Again she kissed her father. Her tongue, like a moist whip, flicked
into his mouth, taunting and tapping. Suddenly, she felt him stir. He
didn't move away. Instead, his hands were on her waist, holding her.
She pressed closer, rolling the firm, young cones of her tits against
her father's chest. She hugged close, so that he could feel her body
and recognize its willingness to please him.
Jason Jefferies' body responded to his daughter before his mind
accepted what was happening. And then it was too late. What Linda was
proposing seemed no different than what had happened between him and
his sister. He loved his daughter, and his body with the warm
sensations coursing in his loins told him that he wanted her. If he had
thought of refusing her, it was a battle lost before it started.
His hands rose and caressed the young girl's cheeks. Gently he cradled
her face, while he returned her kiss. His tongue entered her mouth,
playfully teasing at her sprite oral digit.
For moments, they just sat there, father and daughter, holding one
another, savoring the exciting feel of each other's bodies. And when
their lips parted, his head lowered a bit, his hand easing back the
strands of her strawberry blonde hair. His tongue and lips then busied
themselves with the delicate lobe of her ear.
The young girl moaned. She nestled closer to him. Her hands rose to his
chest, caressing its broad expanse. Then her finger went to work on his
shirt, slipping buttons from holes and exposing his chest. By the time
his mouth worked down to the graceful tan arch of her neck, she had
opened his shirt and her fingertips were fondling the pebble-like forms
of his nipples.
It was happening! Linda couldn't believe it. Her father was in her
arms. After all her planning, it had been so easy! Now she would be his
and he hers, if only for this moment. And that was enough. It was more
than she had ever dreamt would happen.
Her father's lips were on her throat kissing downward. His hands opened
the buttons of her blouse. She moaned softly as he suddenly ducked his
neck and pressed his mouth between the broad expansive valley of flesh
separating her tits.
Then his hands were there, cupping the resilient mounds of her breasts.
Lovingly, his fingers squeezed into the white cones. She moaned again,
her back arching forward, shoving herself into his hands. He felt so
good, so sure of himself - a man that understood a woman's body and how
to give it pleasure.
Slowly, he kissed his way to one of the creamy cones. It looked so
white and vulnerable against the deep tan of the rest of her body. His
daughter did not sunbathe in the nude. Somewhere in his mind, he
remembered seeing all those centerfold models in men's magazines and
thinking their two-toned bodies somehow looked ridiculous. Now he found
the combination of milky flesh and sun golden skin as sexy as hell.
Opening his mouth wide, he homed in on one of the coral buds of his
daughter's nipples. He sucked, his groin tightening with his first
taste of her bountiful breasts. He licked, using his tongue like a
moist finger. He thoughtfully laved around and around the delicate
nubbin, thrilling when he felt it thicken and grow to a stiff, rubbery
point.
Simultaneously, his roving hands caressed the summery mounds of teenage
titflesh. His fingers were alive with the satiny feel of her ripe young
breasts. He kneaded them, he rolled them against the flat of his palm,
he squeezed them, and he loved them.
Meanwhile, her hands were far from inactive. Abandoning his chest,
Linda's fingers were now busy with the snap of his pants. He felt a
quick tug and the metallic pwack of the snap giving way. Then there was
the hiss of his zipper.
"I want to feel you," she whispered in a throaty voice of lust. "I want
to feel your cock."
She did. Her hands, feeling extremely cool, dipped into his shorts.
What she found waiting was a throbbing pole of manmeat - her father's
prick! Fiery sensations of desire swirled through her at the mere touch
of his staff. Her fingertips ran up and down the firm length, thrilling
at the mighty surges she created within the shaft.
But just touching him was not enough. "I want to see you," she said. "I
want you the way Aunt Mona had you this morning."
He answered by releasing the fleshy feast of her youthful tits and
kissed her mouth once again. Then he stood. With his daughter's eyes
following his every move, Jason Jefferies peeled off his shirt. Hastily
kicking away his shoes and toeing off his socks, he then removed his
pants and shorts.
Naked he stood before the seductive strawberry blonde.
"Fantastic," she whispered as though she spoke to herself. "It's so
beautiful."
Her flashing green eyes were riveted to the jutting form of his cock.
An impish smile spread over her sensual lips.
Before he knew what was happening, his daughter was on her knees before
him. She clasped his prong with both hands. Staring down at her, he saw
her lips open, then the moist flicker of pink.
It was his turn to moan. The young girl's tongue lightly tapped against
the sensitive skin of his glans. It was just a fleeting brush of warm
wetness, but the sensations it created were enough to threaten to turn
his knees to water. His column of manhood jerked with eagerness.
Linda's eyes rolled up to him. She smiled, obviously pleased with the
pleasure that slight tap of tongue had given him. Then her gaze moved
back to his rod.
With his eyes watching her, her head tilted forward. Again her tongue
ran out. Her fantastic oral digit swirled atop his cock, igniting all
sorts of ball-aching pleasures. She licked at him like a child with an
all-day sucker.
Then her tongue coursed down the unbending length of his turgid spike.
Wet and warm, she bathed his dork, leaving the pulsating column
glistening with her saliva.
Linda had not originally intended this. But when she had first seen her
father's prick, she had just followed her natural urges. Now her mouth
was filled with the taste of the pre-seminal fluids she had licked from
his glans. The slightly saline flavor only increased her desire for
this man - her own father.
She had felt a man in her mouth before, even drunk down the fiery
spurts of a man's release. But never before had cocksucking seemed so
exciting. But then, never had the prick she sucked been her father's.
Her hand stretched out and dipped between his thighs. There, dangling
from his scrotum, she found the hairy sac of his testicles. Tenderly,
she felt the kidney-shaped rocks within the bag. They were big, bigger
than those of either of her two teenage lovers. For some reason, that
fact thrilled her.
She turned her attention back to the situation at hand. The business of
giving her father a blowjob.
Drawing back from the lust-filled length of his prick once again, she
looked up, pleased to find his gaze still on her. While he watched, she
opened her mouth, puckering her lips into a wide "O." Then she moved in
on his cock.
The throbbing knob of his glans touched her lips, then slid inward.
Downward, she slid on the fat column of sex. Inward, she accepted the
fleshy pole, sheltering it in the humid haven of her face.
Jason groaned. Trembling sensations of raw lust shot up from his groin,
suffusing through his whole body. He fought his first impulse to shove
his hips forward and impale his daughter's face on his cock. Instead he
stood there, allowing her fantastic mouth to eat at him.
And eat she did. Up and down with titillating languor, her head bobbed.
He watched the shining shaft of his prick vanishing into her greedy,
cock-loving mouth, then come sliding out. Again and again she
swallowed, carrying the flow of his pre-seminal fluids to her stomach.
At the same time, her tongue politely continued its provocative
caresses. Over and down she licked at his root. Under and up, she laved
the fleshy pole of her father's sex. Down she slid, her cheeks bulging
outward when she sheathed the ponderous burden of his mass. Up she
pulled, her cheeks hollowing deeply as she sucked at him.
There was no way his body could resist its natural urges. The single
fact that this was his daughter eating at his prick was enough to bring
him, enough to have his balls turning flip-flops within their sac.
He came.
She felt the rising flood in his prick. She sucked in her breath
through her nostrils and accepted the spurting jets of sexual lava. She
gulped down his release, swallowing mouthful after mouthful of her
father's come, then sucking at his cock even harder to make sure not
one drop of his fluid escaped her.
With the pleasure of his daughter's mouth rapidly becoming pain, he
reached down and eased her mouth from his prod. He smiled weakly when
she looked up at him, then whispered, "Enough, enough! I can't take
anymore. It was marvelous!"
Carefully, his knees quivering, he lowered himself to the ground beside
her. Drawing her to him, he kissed the mouth that had provided him so
much pleasure.
As they parted, Linda eased from his embrace. Her eyes shining with the
incandescent gleam of love and lust, she stood. Her shoulders wiggled a
bit and her blouse fell from her arms. Again, he was struck by the
sensual combination of white and golden skin while he watched the
lively dance of her ripe tits. The pink-coral colored nipples, perched
like cherries atop each of those luscious-looking peaks traced
invisible circles in the air.
Running her hands along her sides, the sexy young nymph moved her
fingers to the front of her jeans. The snap popped open and the zipper
eased down its metallic track. She did a provocative little wiggle and
her jeans slithered down her thighs. Completely exposed for his eyes
were two long shapely legs, beautiful thighs and calves she had
obviously inherited from her mother. Her skin was smooth and sun-
tanned, a golden brown that matched her arms and firm, young stomach.
Next, her fingers tucked beneath the elastic band of her bikini
panties. She inched them down with deliberate languor. She was teasing
him, taunting him with her young body and enjoying every minute of her
seductive scheme.
Tossing her panties away, she stood straight up, allowing her father to
view her unashamed nakedness. His eyes roved over the flatness of her
belly and the developing womanly flare of her hips. Then his longing
gaze moved to the auburn triangle of pubic fleece bushed over the
alluring knoll of her cunt.
He remembered her earlier words. She had brought him here to show him
she was a woman. As he stared on the arousing curves of her young body,
he had no doubts that his daughter was just that - a woman. And a woman
who knew the pleasures her body could give a man.
She smiled, stepping toward him, her hips waggling in exaggerated
fashion. Stopping at his side, she extended a hand. "Give me your
hand."
He did. Taking it, she placed his fingers on her crotch and trembled as
he touched her. Her pubic moss was soft and silky to his fingertips.
Lovingly, he stroked the down of her sex, delighting at the cooing
sounds that came from his daughter's throat.
While she stared down at him, he slid his palm between her thighs and
burrowed a finger up into the moist hole of her young cunt. She was wet
and hot inside. The channel of her pussy was aflood with lubricants. He
twirled his finger around in her damp sluice and she moaned, her body
trembling.
"It's good," she said. "Your hands feel wonderful on me - in me."
With that he had to agree. This delightful nymph made him feel like a
young man again. Already his deflated prick was throbbing with renewed
need - a need to burrow itself deeply into this juicy, pink-lipped
pussy.
Slowly, he pulled his digit from the channel of her lust. Then he
reversed himself and drilled his inquisitive finger back up into the
most intimate of his daughter's body.
At the same time, he ran another finger up the cleft of her outer
labia. Her whole body shuddered almost convulsively as he found the
hypersensitive bud of her clit. The small nubbin was no larger than a
small pea, but obviously it was as ready for his attention as was her
juicy cunt.
Almost casually, he manipulated that tiny button of flesh, while his
entrenched finger slithered in and out of her sexual slash like a
miniature penis.
His daughter's body began to sway, rocking back and forth to the rhythm
of his finger fucking. Her eyes fluttered closed. Her sensuous lips
parted, writhing as he drew aroused whimpers of delight from her
throat.
He took his time with her, languidly building her passion and at the
same time allowing her arousal to create new life in his prick.
Deliberately, he controlled her young teenage body. Step by step, he
stoked the fires of carnal need within the willing core of her pussy.
Higher and higher he moved her through the levels of excitement,
sharpening her want to a keen, fevered pitch.
When at last he withdrew his finger from her pussy, she was moaning,
near panting, with desire. Her eyes fluttered open. The fires of lust
flared deep within their emerald green.
"Lay back," she said, her eyes widening with pleasure when they moved
to his groin to find his cock once more an erect pole of need. "I'm
going to make love to you!"
Without questioning, he did as she requested. Stretching out on the
cool firmness of their moss bed, he smiled up to her. His eyes followed
the luscious curves of her naked body as she stepped over him,
straddling his groin.
Carefully lowering herself to her knees, one planted securely to each
side of his hips, she sat back on his thighs. The soft strands of her
pubic fleece tickled his legs, causing his flagpole of a cock to jump
and twitch with urgency. His daughter's eyes flashed, watching the
aroused dance of his shaft.
Lovingly, her hand reached out and caressed that massive tube of sexual
meat. Toying with him, she ran her hands up and down its fat length,
enjoying every inch of it from hairy base to bulbous head. And when her
grasp tightened and jacked at the unyielding staff, she grinned with
delight at the pleasure groans she brought from her father's lips.
She had felt him, licked him, sucked him and tasted the hot cream of
his loins. Now she was ready to get down to the very serious business
of fucking him.
Carefully, she pulled his throbbing prick straight up in the air so
that it jutted perpendicular to his groin - a fleshy spike of pulsating
lust. Holding it there with one hand, she pushed up, rising above the
hardened rod.
Her father's eyes widened while she paused, poised over his cock, the
hungry mouth of her cunt but mere inches from its fat, swollen head.
She hovered there, knowing that the slight delay served to increase his
anticipation of what was to come.
With the same deliberate slowness, she began to lower herself atop his
meaty rail. Inch by inch, she descended. Closer and closer the wildly
throbbing lance of sex came to the willing mouth of her wanton cunt.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" She moaned aloud, quivering with a sudden rush of desire.
His swollen cock crown pushed through the fleece of her pubic hairs and
brushed against the pouting lips of her pussy. Her first impulse was to
suddenly drop down, impaling herself on his cock. But that was not what
she wanted for him, or for herself.
The trim, youthful muscles of her calves and thighs tightened to
support her. Then with perfect control of her yearning body, she moved
downward once again.
Inward the skewering rod of cock inched. Through the mouth of her
pussy, then through the delicate lips of her inner labia, and finally
into the burning socket of her twat. Secure there, she released her
handhold on him and continued lowering herself, impaling her cunt on
the fattened column of her father's prick.
Deeper and deeper, she accepted that massive lovewand. She felt him,
every throbbing inch of him. Possessively, her cunt tightened,
sheathing its folds around the bulky contours of his pussy-prodder.
Slowly, ever slowly, she descended, opening her body to him a fraction
of an inch at a time. Then at last, she once more sat atop him. This
time, however, every inch of his cock was entrenched in the inner-most
depths of her vagina.
"I'm full," she said, gazing down at the man who stared up at her from
his back. "I feel packed to the gills!"
She did. Her father was deep within the core of her wanton hole. She
knew his engorged glans were throbbing no more than a fraction of an
inch from the ring of her cervix. He pulsed and she felt him, virile
strength throbbing through the total length of his sleeved prick. It
felt so damn good to savor the filling presence of his sex - her
father's cock.
"Now," she said with a wicked grin, "I'm going to ball you! I'm going
to fuck my father!"
She leaned forward, supporting herself on out-stretched arms resting
atop his chest. Up she pushed with calves and thighs. Up she rose, her
pussy inching back toward the top of the marvelous cock embedded in her
cunt.
With only the knobby head of his prick enveloped by her pussy lips, she
paused, undulating her pelvis back and forth. She rocked his glans
within her cunt, drawing pleased moans from his lips.
Then she dropped back down.
Jason groaned as his cock shot back into the tight refuge of his
daughter's twat. Fantastic sexual friction burned along every inch of
his prick. The spongy interior of her young slit gripped at him,
squeezing wonderfully. Again her hips rocked and his shaft felt as
though it were swirling around in the grasping confines of her snatch.
Again his daughter rose on the stiff rail of his desire, then dropped.
Her tits, elongated pendulums of flesh, jiggled and juggled as they
hung heavily from her chest. He reached up and squeezed them. She
groaned deeply, her body shuddering with the dual stimulation of his
solidly rooted cock and his kneading fingers.
When she again climbed his cock, his eyes glanced down to their joined
cores. He could see the slickened shaft of his sex, shining with a
coating of his daughter's pussy juices. Fascinated, he watched as her
cunt once more dropped, swallowing the total length of his prick.
Last night there had been his sister Mona, and now Linda's willing
young cunt surrounded him. Had anyone told him that this would happen
to him, he wouldn't have believed it. But now, nothing had ever seemed
so real - so beautiful. First his sister and now his daughter were his
lovers. When his sister had told him yesterday she wanted to be his
wife, he had been shocked. But today he felt excited at the thought that
maybe his daughter would want to be his wife too.
The teenager's hips abruptly increased their tempo. Hungrily she rode
his cock, impaling herself over and over on the hardness of his
manhood. Her tight cunt seemed to squeeze even tighter. The resulting
friction was that much more fiery.
His balls began to ache, a sure sign of the nearness of his coming
climax. It seemed impossible that he could be so close so soon after
such a thorough cocksucking Linda had given him. Yet, there was no
denying the mounting pressure of his testicles. And there was no
denying the fact that the girl mounted atop his groin was responsible
for his rising need.
To assure that her desire matched his, he slipped one hand down between
their crotches. With no difficulty, he found the wet slit of her pussy
lips. Dipping a finger into that juicy cleft, he once more located the
button of her clit.
The results were electrifying. Groaning with wild lust, the girl's body
jerked and quivered. Up and down, she fucked herself on his cock. Her
fingers dug into his chest, raking at his flesh.
Lovingly, his fingertips fondled the tiny nubbin. Around and around the
pea-sized bud he taunted. Back and forth over its sensitive surface he
rubbed, fanning the fires that burned within her eager body.
Harder, she pumped her cunt on his swollen lance of flesh. Her head now
lolled between her shoulders, rocking back and forth as she
concentrated every iota of her awareness on the fat column drilling
into the refuge of her pussy.
She fucked her father. She fucked herself on his prick. Each impaling
hunch of her pelvis drove closer to the ultimate of pleasures. Each
crotch-slapping meeting of their bodies set her soaring higher.
She was relentless in her carnal pursuit. She fucked herself as hard,
if not harder, than any man could slam his cock into the yielding gash
of her pussy. She was driven by her desire, a woman controlled by a
delirium of erotic fever.
Then with one hard drop to her father's crotch, she securely impaled
herself on his throbbing dick. She came, crying out in the rush of
pleasure that flooded her body in powerful surges.
Jason did his best to continue to move within his daughter's cunt,
helping to prolong the ecstasy of her climax. Unable to hunch up and
down, he rocked his hips back and forth, slashing his prick around in
the hot, juicy recesses of her pussy. When her moaning groans of
release rose to a keen pitch, he politely removed his finger from the
trigger of her clit before the onslaught of sensations turned to pain.
Her arms shook violently as quake after quake erupted within her.
Reaching out, he caught her before she collapsed atop him. Lovingly, he
held her, caressing her trembling body while she rode the currents of
orgasmic bliss.
And when at last her quivering subsided and her lovely eyes opened,
misted by the pleasure of her release, she began to undulate her hips
around the entrenched length of his prick.
Faster and faster and faster, she gyrated her pelvis, rocking and
whipping him around in the clingy mouth of her belly. She hunched a
little, pistoning him up and down within her cunt.
Just lying there, letting his sexy daughter fuck him brought his balls
to a heady boil. He withheld their steamy load for as long as possible,
prolonging the marvelous ride she was giving him. Then he let the walls
of will power crumble.
He came.
Gratefully, he blasted his full load into the welcoming channel of her
cunt. Even after the recent demands her mouth had placed on his seminal
reservoir, he fountained a hot flood of sperm and semen into the depths
of his daughter's belly. He filled the tight confines of her pussy
until the opalescent cream of his release oozed around the base of his
cock and trickled into his pubic hairs, matting them to his body.
As the last throb of pleasure passed from his cock, Linda's mouth
covered his, kissing him long and passionately. "Thank you," she said
when they parted. "It was fantastic. Thank you."
He returned her kiss, his tongue probing the sweetness of her mouth.
Then, wrapped in each others arms, they lay there, neither wishing to
move and break the spell of their satisfying father-daughter incestuous
union, the beginning of their journey towards their husband-wife status.