genitals. She tightened her rectum, her body going rigid as the force of the climax struck like a jackhammer. She screamed loudly as her body convulsed and tossed in a sea of intense pleasure. Her joy, her extreme happiness brought forth the boiling orgasm of Sean, and he began to spew forth the semen from the long tube of his penis. Time and again he splashed her inner bowels with the stuff, feeling her rectum milk at the squirting organ.
'Fill me…' Pamie shouted lustfully. 'Fill my ass with your come… come in my asshole, Daddy!'
Sean collapsed on top of his daughter's back, so exhausted from the fierce climax, he was unable to move. Pamie, crushed beneath his weight, sighed with complete happiness, satisfied with at last being copulated by him, even if it was sodomy.
For a long time they lay in that position, finally breathing in a normal rhythm. Sean pulled his limp penis from her tightly clasping rectum with a tiny, muffled plop, sitting back on the couch. He looked at her spread buttocks and noticed her rectum appeared inflamed. He stroked it tenderly with his fingertip, then Pamie lifted herself to sit beside him. She began to smother his face and neck with moist, happy kisses. 'That was wonderful, Daddy!' she exclaimed. 'Now we have something else to do with each other.'
'Are you sure it didn't hurt too much, baby?' he questioned in a concerned voice.
'Oh no!' she cried out happily. 'Only at first — just a little — but then it became so good… felt so good with that darling cock inside me! Oh, Daddy, it was absolute heaven!'
For two weeks, Sean and his seventeen-year-old daughter performed anal intercourse regularly. Usually he would leave his office early and arrive home about the same time she did from school. Pamie would begin their sexual activities by fellating him sometimes to ejaculation — or he would perform cunnilingus on her to orgasm. But they always ended with anal intercourse. Sean could not see taking the last barrier of the young girl's innocence, and he scrupulously avoided penetrating her vagina.
Joan Harrison's mother became well, and she returned home to her family. Sean and Pamie avoided any intimate contact with each other for almost a week, fearing discovery by Joan. But the abstinence from accustomed sex began to take its toll on the father and his daughter. They began to fondle and caress each other beneath the dining table, keeping a wary eye on Joan. Pamie would secretly reach her hand below the table and cup his organ, squeezing it tenderly until her eager hand created a throbbing erection. Or Sean would run his fingers up her smooth inner thigh Pamie opening her legs for his hand — and tickle her panty-covered clitoris. On a few occasions, Pamie would enter her bedroom and remove the nylon garment before dinner. On these occasions, her father would glance at her quizzically when his fingers found the soft hair-lined slit without covering. She would smile suggestively at him and slump in her chair, her buttocks arched forward as he titillated the pink bud of her clitoris.
Finally the two felt they had to chance discovery. Their passions were at an intense peak and each would soon be climbing the walls if they did not get together somehow. With a meaningful look at her father, Pamie stood up one night, saying, 'I don't want to watch television anymore. I think I'll go to bed. But a hot shower would feel lovely.' She left the room, stopping for a second at the hallway door. She glanced over her shoulder, seeing her father watching her. She ran her tongue out and licked it seductively over her lips, then with an inviting switch of her curving bottom, she continued to her room.
Choosing her nightgown for the night, Pamie stripped naked and threw a robe over her shoulders. Crossing the hall to the bathroom, she closed the door, carefully making sure it did not lock. Then, turning the shower on full force, she removed her robe and sat down on the edge of the tub, waiting. She did not have to wait long, because her father had seen her meaningful glance just as she left the living room. 'We're taking a hell of a chance, baby,' he said in a low voice as he slipped into the bathroom.
'I don't care, Daddy,' Pamie said, getting to her feet and reaching quickly for him. 'I can't wait another second! I've got to have it… I've got to get fucked!'
'I know, baby… I know,' Sean unbuckled his pants and let them drop to the floor. Pamie eagerly grabbed his penis and jerked it into full erection quickly. An animal like moan escaped her throat as she dropped to her knees before him, her lips and tongue working up and down the thick shaft. She lapped delicately at the small slit on the swollen head, taking the organ into her mouth. She sucked on him for a few moments, then stood up.
'Now, Daddy! Now!' She turned and presented her swelling buttocks to him, leaning on the commode, her breasts swaying below. Her bottom wriggled at him in white lewdness. Sean quickly reached out and pulled the resilient cheeks apart, peering at the wiggling rectum she eagerly arched upwards. 'Fuck me in my asshole… I've got to get fucked… now!'
Without hesitation, Sean grasped his swinging penis and shoved his hips forward, pressuring the swollen knob of his member tightly against the resisting pucker of her tender anus. As she felt the warm, moist contact on her bottom, Pamie squealed delightedly and shoved her buttocks back to meet the assault she wanted so terribly much. She groaned as the instrument penetrated her rectum slowly, her mind burning with the boiling, swirling mist of lust-fog that reeled inside. Squealing again, she rammed her rounded buttocks back hard, thrilling to the thick insertion of that wonderful cudgel. She slammed her bottom into his groin, her hand reaching between her widespread thighs to grip at the swinging, hairy testicles that slapped at her moist vaginal lips.
In rapid thrusts, Sean began to plunge his member in and out of her tightly clenching rectum, his hands holding the full moons of her quivering bottom. He stared down at the hard flesh as it lunged in and out of the tight orifice, seeing the flesh hold him as he withdrew, then sinking inward as he wildly drove farther and farther into the dark recesses of her bowels. Each time he pounded against her greedy rectum, Pamie would squeal like a trapped animal, her eyes dulled by the lust flowing throughout her young, naked body.
So involved in what they were doing — what was happening to their bodies — they did not notice the door swing open.
Joan stood there, her eyes wide in shock. She clutched at her neck in the total degradation she was witnessing, her breath caught in her throat. For a long time she stared at the twisting, writhing bodies of her husband and daughter, frozen to the floor, unable to flee this horrible scene before her eyes.
'Sean! Pamie!' she finally gasped, her voice loud in the steam filled room.
Sean and Pamie looked up quickly, still deeply connected together. For a long moment they, too, were unable to move. Staring at her mother who stood looking back at her, Pamie was rooted to the floor, her hands on the commode and breasts still jiggling from the efforts she had been applying seconds before. Then her face flushed in shame.
Sean, frightened out of his wits, still gripped the quivering buttocks of his daughter, his penis pressed tightly into her clenching, unclenching rectum. All three stared at one another for what seemed an eternity. Sean recovered first, quickly pulling his inflated organ from the clasping anus of his daughter. Feeling the emptiness of her rectum now, Pamie sank to the cool floor and lay her head on the commode, tears of humiliation flowing from her eyes. She no longer looked at her mother, too ashamed to see the shocked expression that glared in terror at her.
'Joan,' Sean said, his voice quaking with fear. 'Joan…'
His wife turned and left the bathroom without a word. Sean quickly pulled his pants on and hurried after her, his mind trying to find some excuse… some reason… to explain his incestuous conduct. Pamie, sobbing in absolute shame, fled to her bedroom, locking the door behind her.
Joan, horrified beyond comprehension at what she had seen, refused to listen to the pleas of her husband. She pulled her luggage from the closet and began packing.
'Please, Joan…' he started, pacing nervously up and down the room. 'I… Pamie and I… we… well, Goddamn it! We couldn't help it. It just happened. Can't you understand?'
Joan ignored his words, keeping her back toward him.
'Goddamn you!' Sean shouted, staring at her back. 'You frigid bitch! You keep your fucking legs closed to me and still expect me to stay a man? I have to get sex somehow, don't I? A man can't simply wither away because his wife decides she don't want anything more to do with him, can he?'
Joan turned to face her husband, her eyes blazing in anger, 'Don't you curse at me, you… you sodomist! Your own daughter! How could you, Sean? If you needed sex so terribly much, why didn't you get one of those saucy little girls that work for you? Why Pamie?'
'I told you,' Sean growled. 'It just happened. We couldn't… help ourselves.'
'Animals! That's what you are… the both of you!'
The argument continued throughout the night, with Joan finally agreeing not to leave immediately — provided Sean would not attempt to copulate with his own daughter again… ever.
