daddy's going to fuck you. Would you like that?'
'I would, daddy, but I've never been fucked before. I never had it done to me before. Please don't hurt me, daddy?'
He cackled, then emitted low, groaning sounds and promised to 'stab you easy, baby… I want to make your first fuck nice and-and memorable.'
She realized that he was not as drunk as she had guessed, because he slid his silken robe under ass so they wouldn't stain the couch. 'I promise it'll feel good, hon,' he said, 'even though it might hurt just a little in the beginning.'
She stared up at the ceiling then, tossing her head a bit from side to side. At last she would know how it felt to have a man's prick inside her-daddy's prick, too! — and the idea had her vagina gushing torrents of lubricant. His prick shoved hard against her juicy, virginal cavern, forcing its way into her eager channel. She was about to be fucked!
'Oh, daddy!' she sobbed. 'Fuck me… yes, fuck me!' And her own voice sounded strange and childlike to her ears.'
'Don't worry, sugar,' he rasped. 'Daddy's gonna fuck you good-just right. Ugh… pretty soon it'll be all the way inside you.'
He had hold of his shaft, staring at his own thick member as it pried into the tight, virginal folds of his daughter's love channel. Then, abruptly, he ceased the pressure, stopped pushing. He withdrew the big prick, denying her, and gasped: 'Before I stick it all the way in, sugar, I better lick it a little and make it feel even better.'
He scooted down, and then Joyce felt her daddy's tongue gulping at her pussy; swallowing sounds filled her ears as he threatened to gulp her cunt lips down into his throat. She could easily tell he had licked more pussies than any of the boys she had fooled with. He was like an animal, and his tongue found special places that gave Joyce more pleasure than she had dreamed was possible. Briefly, she felt embarrassment as her father's greedy tongue settled into her rear entrance. But it was heavenly and she involuntarily reached down and parted her buttocks with her hands, spreading her ass cheeks as far as possible so her daddy could lick and gorge himself there, tool
Finally, after she had almost come, he raised up and began once again working his stiff prick into her cunt. He was pressing hard, very hard, and then she felt a sharp pain that brought tears to her eyes as her father ended her virginity with one slick and mighty stroke!
The word deflowered actually popped into her head, and then the aggressive, jabbing cock plunged into the depths of her, into the hilt, and Joyce knew that at last she had become a woman of the world. She let out a long groan, ending in a little squeal, and then she began pumping and raising her ass steadily to meet the driving meat that speared so urgently.
No, her father had not split her apart, as she had feared at first, for gradually there came blessed elasticity as her inner chasm stretched to accommodate the hard-on that pierced, stabbed, impaled the depths of her vagina. But he was rough-much rougher than she imagined even an aroused male might be while fucking-and several times she begged him to go slower.
He apologized, but he stabbed just as hard anyway. 'You can't get pregnant, sugar,' he kept repeating. 'No, I had an operation, so you c-can't get pregnant… don't worry… nothing to worry about. Just fuck your daddy… fuck, sugar…'
She realized then that she had subconsciously feared getting pregnant. Her father was very wise indeed, for he removed this lingering fear from her entirely, permitting now to provide him with a totally uninhibited, all-out fuck. She locked her mouth to his and pounded his buttocks with her heels. In a matter of minutes, she was raking his back with her fingernails and driving her tingling pelvis at his slamming cock with total abandon.
'Fuck me hard, daddy,' she rasped. 'Fuck me… fuck me! It hurts, but it feels sooo good. Stick it way up inside… harder… harder!'
Her father's claws clutched both cheeks of her ass roughly, tugging the smooth, quivering butt savagely at his intruding and swollen tool. She begged him to fill her up with his 'goo' and his thrusts became rotating and piston like as pelvis rammed pelvis, their pubic mounds scraping and grinding together infurious intensity. Joyce felt she might scream out hysterically as the intense pleasure deep within her scalding and dripping cunt rose and multiplied. Then she could actually hear the wet squishing sounds as her father spread her hard and steadily, making her juices gush down and into the crack of her ass. The robe beneath her was drenched with their combined juices.
Yes, daddy was fucking every drop of love-juice from her and begging for more. He even stuck his middle finger up her sopping-wet ass hole, wagging the finger hard back and forth as he fucked like a demented demon. For an instant, she felt she might come from this delicious sensation, the gnashing of the finger and the cock against her fleshy partition driving her to the brink of passing out from the pleasure.
Ahhhh… both holes!' she screamed. 'Oh, daddy! Dadd-eee!' And the hoarse and savage obscenities in her ear rose, exciting her beyond belief as she held his hips and pulled her father to urge him to still greater thrusts into her seething cunt.
At last, Joyce realized that there was nothing dirty about what they were doing. Fucking was beautiful… something everyone was born to do! She became delirious then, muttering words and thoughts she had never before dared to think, much less utter. She told her father that she had always wanted his prick, had always wanted his big dong inside her pussy. She said she had prayed for her daddy to fuck her ever since she could remember. At first, she thought she had merely gushed these innermost secrets as the result of vague dreams she had experienced-long ago, as a little girl-but then she realized she had indeed always wanted her father for her own… had always wanted daddy to fuck her. It was as if she spewed forth long held secrets from deep within her unconscious. True thoughts!
She was at the peak of ecstasy then, babbling, insane, begging the erect flesh-spear never to stop, always to keep driving, because she was almost there-her first come by a prick. A near convulsion seemed to wrack her young body as wave after wave of indescribable tingling, all-relieving pleasure-current washed over her entire body, bringing blessed relief, jolting her to the core before catapulting her heavenward.
'Ohhhhhh!' she wailed, seeing star-like specks and flashing colors and, weirdly, even the demented man who had come in her hair was fucking her there along with daddy…
Her father was yelling in a voice, not his own, as his body bucked to completion and he sent his sperm into her womb. 'Shoot it inside me!' she urged. And he cried, 'Com-ming in my little girl's cunt… ahhhhhh!'
They both lay shuddering, and Joyce clutched her father's buttocks hard against her, eager to drain his balls of every trace of swirling come-seed, way up inside of her without any of the love-juice going to waste. She was amazed that she could not feel the individual spurts of his sperm. She had always visualized and imagined that male's pearly love-cream could be felt as it squirted inside a pussy. But it did not! Still, the mere thought of daddy's love-juice pouring into her loving, wet darkness, into the welcoming pussy-heat, was lovely to imagine.
Her father's shuddering weight still on top of her, Joyce sobbed, saddened by the fact that his proud erection was dwindling at last. But it was draining- the load had filled her and it was draining-and this thought compensated somehow.
She had been shuddering out the aftermath of her orgasm for several minutes before the first guilt and intense remorse struck her. She saw that her father felt guilty, too, as they moved about in silence, cleaning up the evidence of their fucking. She noticed a small blood stain on her father's bathrobe, where her buttocks had lain, proof she had lost her virginity to her father.
She watched him gather up the stained robe, then walk naked to the bathroom. He said he would wash it with cold water…
Immediately outside the living room window, Denny slowly clenched and unclenched his fists. He had been standing there for a long time, witnessing his own father fuck his own sister. For a moment, he thought he might vomit, but he somehow managed to stifle his gagging. He stared up at the stars questioningly, waiting for his father and sister to make themselves presentable before entering. He felt certain that he hated his father more than anything or person he had ever laid eyes on.
