body to his wiry nakedness. Her palms cupped his cheeks and stroked them as her lips merged with his, her tongue tip just probing between.
In the drowsy torpor that precedes wakening, Timothy Woodling instinctively reached his arms round Heather's smooth bare back, sighed deeply, murmuring, 'Darling, oh, my lovely girl!'
'Yes, Daddy, your girl!' Heather passionately whispered. Arching herself a little, and then bearing her weight down on her knees, she grasped her throbbing cockhead with left thumb and forefinger, while her other hand yawned open the pink orifice of her eager cunt, and fitted him inside her. Then, with a sobbing groan of ecstasy, she sank slowly down to impale herself.
'R-Rachel darling-I-oh you sweetheart-what a way to wake a man up, I-what you're not-H Heather-oh my God-what-Heather, what are you-' he stammered hoarsely.
'Shh, Daddy,' Heather panted, squirming lasciviously over him and slipping her hands under his wiry hips, just for tonight I want to be your little girl. just like your red-haired Eleanor-uh huh, Mother told me about her, Daddy, and so tonight I want to take her place just this once-please let me!'
'Heather-it's wrong-I shouldn't let you-no-'
'Yes, Timothy darling,' Rachel called out from the shadows, 'she's always wanted you. And besides, it's my idea and I gave her my permission. Now don't argue and don't embarrass your sweet loving daughter, my darling, it's her way of really saying goodbye because she's going to marry Arnold as you very well know!'
He could not speak, for Heather had crushed her panting young mouth on his, and now, feverishly, was rising and sinking down, taking the amorous initiative of fitting his fully reinvigorated cock into her avid cunt. And besides, as he felt the frantic urgency of her needs, felt the glory of her warm soft naked creamy-skinned body fitting so snugly to his, he had no wish to do so. Instead, his arms tightened around her stainy back, and he began to arch himself up so as to drive his aching cock as far as it would go into her tight warm quaking vaginal sheath.
'Ohh, mmmm, Daddy, oh it's wonderful with you, I knew it would be, oh fuck me now, fuck me for the first and last time so I can remember it all my life,' Heather raptly moaned, covering his face with burning kisses, her hands impatiently squeezing his buttocks to urge him on to even more vigorous skewering thrusts within her churning cunt.
Rachel, trembling with excitement as a vicarious participant in this delicious incestuous scene, could no longer remain passive; rising, she moved to the head of the bed, bent down and whispered something in Heather's ear. At once the writhing redhead bent her head down and attacked one of his paps with her moist red lips and began to suck and nibble on it, lightly scoring it with her small flawless white teeth.
And Rachel it was who merged her own eager mouth with his, wanting to share in his delight, in this concord, this passionate mutuality which fused all of them into a family in which there would never again be rancor or enmity.
His hands reached down to knead his daughter's ripely rounded creamy buttocks, and Heather moaned ecstatically at this token of his responding lust for her; furiously, she writhed, arching, weaving, deftly retaining his aching cock inside her torrid cunt, sinking down with all her might to take the fullest measure of his swollen spear. She wanted to feel his hot come inside her; for it would not change things; Arnold surely had impregnated her, but at least symbolically she would have gleaned her father's life-essence in her own eager loins to prove her long- sup-pressed desire for him as a man.
Rachel's tongue plied his mouth with fierce little stabbing thrusts, and now her fingers caressed his neck and armpits. Moaning in delirium, Timothy Woodling felt himself drawn inexorably towards that heavenly abyss from which there is no turning back, and knew that this time it would be prolonged, since Rachel herself had already borne the brunt of his most savage rut.
And so he gave himself up to the delectation of his daughter's beautiful warm supple naked writhing body, his hands squeezing her bottom and thighs, her sides and the outer curves of her panting tits which flattened against his heaving, hairy chest each time she arched and sank down upon him as she strived to draw herself with him over the brink of that abyss.
But even in the turbulent excitement which engulfed him, Timothy Woodling had not forgotten who it had been who had restored his manhood and brought him back to the halcyon days of understanding the myriad nuances of sexual love and imaginative passion. Reaching out with his right hand, he groped for Rachel in the darkness, palming her breasts as she continued to bend down to him to kiss and tongue him, glided his palm down over her quivering smooth belly, till at last his fingertips could palpate the soft moist quivering lips of her exquisitely responsive cunt. Then, locating the dainty apex, he began to roll and graze it till Rachel sobbed and groaned in her own sensual renewal.
'Ohh Daddy, Daddy, it's coming-ohhh, Daddy, harder, fuck me harder, ohh my dearest darling Daddy, oooooghh, ohhhh cram it into my pussy good and hard now with all you've got-oh daddy now yes now ahh daddy darling ohhhhh God ohhhh daddy!' Heather suddenly screamed, her body threshing madly as she felt his juices spurt into her churning cunt.
And it was Rachel who echoed her stepdaughter's sobbingly rapturous cry as her husband's speeding finger drew her along with both of them into the timeless death-defying oblivion of climax, and as she crumpled alongside of him, her outflung arm, circled Heather's shuddering satiny waist in an accolade of unselfish maternal understanding and affection.
