pulling wherever her mouth wasn't busy. She would nip out with her teeth slightly every once in a while – not enough to cause pain, but to add different sensations to his lust-hardened shaft.
Again and again, the talented young girl drew her father up to the very brink of orgasm, only to move her mouth away for a few seconds and allow him to cool off, her eyes lighting up at the sight of his proudly gleaming shaft, hard and wet and all she'd ever dreamed it would be.
Gwen knew that the longer she was able to stimulate him without letting him come, the more chance of getting still another sweet drop as his fatherly-jizz built up. Slipping both hands around the wide base, she let the fat bulb at the top bounce against her cheek once again, smearing hot gunk all over her beautiful face.
'Oh, baby, please…' Ken said, whispering through clenched teeth.
'Take it all in! Get my rocks off!!'
Gwen smiled up sweetly at the sweat-stained face of her adoring father, then licked up another thick gob of spunk before it could drool down the shaft. Then, taking a deep breath, she leaned over the top of his achingly rigid cock, looked up one last time at his face, then dropped her head down onto his prick. Her ovalled lips, slimy with spit and spunk, slipped quickly down and over the wide head, squeezing tightly as she sank quickly all the way down the long shaft in one motion, deep-throating him like he'd never been taken before.
Ken felt it all come to a head as his daughter suddenly engulfed his stiff prick. In the throes of his own passionate release he tightened his grasp on her head and shoved upward with his hips, slamming every last inch of his dork down into her bulging throat. Gwen closed her eyes tightly and took it all happily, her cheeks fluttering as she sucked, lustfully loving every gullet-bursting lunge her father made with his steel-hard cock. Her beautiful lips spread wide, bashed against the wide root of his cock, making a slopping, spurty wet sound as she sucked hungrily, feeling the tremors in his shaft that told her he was about to make the pay-off to her with a load of daddy-cum.
As the first steaming gob of jism exploded from his cock, Ken locked his daughter's face into his heaving groin, rubbing his wiry bush into her cheeks, eyes and nose, his bouncing balls slamming into her chin as they unloaded their hot wad of baby-makers. He rotated his hips and shoved up at the same time, feeding the girl what she was starving for – hot daddy-jizz!
Gwen whinnied ecstatically through her nose as the first thick blast washed over her throat, and she clamped her lips tightly around his cock-root, not wanting to lose one precious drop. Her throat bobbed wildly as she sucked and swallowed every thick steamy gob.
Blind and deaf to all but his burning release into the taboo body of his own daughter, Ken felt as if he was literally coming in buckets. He leaned forward over Gwen's head, snapping his hips into her face as spurt after spurt sent steaming goo into her stomach.
Gwen's lips were a perfect oval of pink flesh, sealing mouth to cock as she slid her lips up and down his orgasming shaft, wanting to catch some of his hot blasts in her mouth so she could savor the full flavor of his daddy-jizz.
She suddenly coughed as she tried to take a breath and swallow the hot flow at the same time, and a thick stream of slobber-and-cum mixture welled up from around her cock-stuffed lips before she could clamp them back tight.
'Mmmmuuurrr!' she half-gurgled, half-puffed as she felt the warm sticky mass drool over her chin, streaming down the front of her still hardswallowing throat, and then trickle in white rivulets down into her expansive cleavage, leaving dark wet spots on her blouse as it soaked through from within.
Ken was still pumping his hips, but the almost mindless rutting edge of his orgasm was fading, and he let himself slip back into the seat, relaxing his grip on his daughter's head. His entire body was tingling in the fabulous afterglow of an outstanding climax.
Gwen let his dwindling cock slip from her gooey lips, and lay her head in her father's lap as she gasped for breath, one hand still lovingly stroking the sticky length of his prick. She let her other hand slide up and undo the top button of her blouse, then slipped inside to rub the sticky stream of sperm into the flesh of her soft tits.
'Oh, Daddy, Daddy…' she cooed softly into his lap. 'You taste so beautiful!'
Ken absentmindedly stroked her golden hair, his head back and his eyes shut as he slowly came down to earth from his shattering orgasmic high.
He was suddenly puzzled to hear music, and opening his eyes realized they were still in the theater, the soundtrack of the film having intruded back into his passion-bloated mind. He was suddenly all too clearly aware of their surroundings, and looked around nervously to see if their frenzied actions had drawn any attention, but none of the other patrons appeared to have noticed.
Looking down at his lap, he watched as his daughter slowly and lovingly lifted his now-spent cock in both hands and tenderly wiped it clean with her tongue, then did the same thing to his sticky stomach and thighs, like an erotically transformed pussycat.
Ken's mind was a jumble of conflicting emotions as he watched her. That was his own daughter down there, lapping up the last of his jizz after having sucked his cock into full spurting life. My own daughter! Ken felt dizzy and nauseous, and hurriedly began trying to pull his pants back up, leaning over to reach them, bringing his face close to Gwen's.
'We… I…' He stumbled over the words, not really knowing what he could say to her, and then just pulling her up and to the side as he fumbled with his clothing, pulling and jerking it back into place.
Gwen's face had been glowing with pleasure the whole time, sure she had finally achieved her dream at long last, that this was just the beginning. But the haunted look of doubt in her father's eyes, the way he mumbled and wouldn't look at her as they got up to leave, all cast a pall of gloom over the event.
The entire way home he wouldn't look at her or speak to her, staring instead steadfastly out the front window of the car.
'Daddy, please… talk to me!' she said in a halting voice, reaching out to touch him, then pulling her hand away as though burned when he shrugged his shoulder to throw her touch away.
'Oh, Daddy!' she cried, tears starting to trickle down her flushed cheeks. 'I… I love you, Daddy! Don't turn away from me like this!!
Please, say something… say anything!' Gwen felt she would even prefer that he rant and rave at her for performing such an act on her own father, that he do anything at all to show he felt some kind of response to what they had both so recently experienced. His cold silence was more frightening and nerve-wracking than anything else could have been. Gwen couldn't tell if she had finally broken through to him, and that they might be able to continue their new-found sexual closeness, or if at any second he would throw her from his life completely.
The rest of the trip home was spent in stony silence, save the muffled sobs of the confused young girl, confused and frightened because she felt she had forever cut herself off from her one great love.
Chapter 6
When Ken and Gwen had left home, Carol decided she really should spend some time in her flower garden. But after only half an hour of stooping and digging in the hot sun, she felt ready for a cool bath. She hadn't seen anything of Bill since the others had left, but didn't think too much about it as she climbed the stairs to the second landing and headed for the bathroom at the end of the hall.
But almost at the door she stopped, tilting her head to one side to listen. Coming from behind the partially shut door of the bathroom were unmistakable low moans and sighs, and an erratic squeaking noise which she recognized as the rusty hinges on the toilet seat she'd been trying to get Ken to replace. But she couldn't understand why the squeaking was so loud and continuous – almost as though someone were bouncing up and down on the seat. And the moans and sighs were like the hushed cries of passion that Ken made whenever they made love. She stepped closer to the door, moving quietly, wondering what was going on. She was just about ready to knock on the door when she suddenly realized exactly what must be happening. The continual squeaking noise, the sighs and moans – Bill had to be in there, jerking off!
Lowering her hand, she very carefully put her head next to the edge of the partially open door, peeking with one eye around the corner, and had to quickly pull back and put a hand over her mouth to stifle an outcry at what she saw. Her son was seated on the toilet, completely naked, his clothes in a heap on the floor. In one hand he
