thighs. Then one finger slipped into her slit. He felt slick, swampy folds engulf it. Without meaning to, he eased his finger deep into her soupy tunnel.
If there was a virgin membrane there, he couldn't detect it. His senses were whirling from the sight and the scent and the feel of her. He leaned forward, bowed his head. Immediately, she arched, presenting her breasts to him. His big mouth found one tiny tit, and he sucked on it. His teeth nicked her tender flesh and he heard her moan with pleasure. He eased his finger in and out of her cunny, and felt her hips begin to roll. She was smearing more and more of his lubricating flood over his prick. Every time she brushed the nerve trigger that lurked on the underside, a fresh, hot wave of liquid surged to the tip, and another stinging flood of cum entered the firing chamber in his gut. He was being glutted with semen because of her delicate stimulation.
He switched from one tit to the other. He bit, harder this time, and her moan was one of pure pleasure. He tugged up on her nipple, drew on her breast, stretched her flesh. Then he let it slip from his teeth as lust overwhelmed him.
Sliding over on top of her, he felt her spread her thighs in welcome. She guided his cock to her tiny slit, and then hugged him as the tip found her hot hole.
For a second he thought he was too big for her, that he would hurt her. Then she clutched his ass and pushed him into her. His lust overwhelmed his fears, and he thrust his prick into her in a single, strong, desperate shove.
'Oooohhh, Daddy,' she moaned.
He braced himself up on his elbows, afraid he would crush her if he put his full weight on her. She weighed about ninety pounds, and he weighed a hundred-and-ninety. She wrapped her arms around his powerful body, and hugged him to her. His towering phallus glutted her slender pelvis; her legs twined behind his, locked with his, welded them together.
'Gabby, Baby,' he moaned.
'Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me,' she whispered. Instead of disgusting him, the words aroused him even further. He felt like his insides were being twisted into gory tatters.
He squirmed his cock in her. There really wasn't any other way to describe it. With her arms clamped around his chest, her legs twined tight around his, all he could move was his pelvis. As he squirmed his cock in her cunt, he felt his pubic arch grind against hers. His harsh pubic curls were like sandpaper between his flesh and hers.
Her trim hips began to swivel under him. As he slipped his dick in and out, she added a sideways motion. She wriggled her hard tits against his chest with the sinuosity of a snake.
Mike's thoughts faded into a thick fog of lust. The alcohol was burning out of his bloodstream. Everything hazed out except the girl under him, and even she was reduced to a purely sexual creature consisting of cunt and tits. He was oblivious of the fact that she was his daughter and only sixteen years old.
The semen in his belly was simmering, sizzling like hot grease. It kept getting hotter and hotter as his muscles drew tighter and tighter, cocking themselves for the final effort. It was like the arm of a medieval catapult being drawn back to the firing position. There was a sense of bottled power, of explosive forces straining to be released.
Everything in his groin seemed to be melting down to form the ammunition. His prick was dripping in her velvety glove. Each stroke made it burn hot as a steel ingot fresh into the mold. It was as if his body juices were being rendered from his flesh by the searing heat.
She was so tiny! So tiny, and so willing, and so skilled. Her dance-trained body moved in sinuous patterns he had never dreamed possible. She was whimpering very softly, like a tiny kitten. The little chirping noises could have been pain, but he was fairly sure they were pleasure.
The tempo of her chirps picked up, the volume increased, and he knew she was getting close to cumming. He held back his own through a desperate act of will. It was like holding down the safety valve on a steam boiler. The pressure needle shivered, climbed into the danger zone. The seams of his will power groaned under the strain.
'Ooooh, Daddy,' Gabby wailed. Her body went rigid, her pelvis strained hard against his as she came.
The spasming of her cunt around his dork was the final straw. With an animal groan, he orgasmed. A searing stream of lava scorched the channel of his cock. His whole body knotted up as he poured his cum into her willing, sucking twat. He writhed against her pubis, mashed her berry clit to jam. His balls sucked up tight against the base of his cock, tried to climb inside him so they could stream down his channel and into her hot hole.
For an eternity, he kept twitching and twitching and twitching as the last dribbles of his jizm were squeezed out. He ended up in a cramped knot. He felt as if his groin had been part of a Boy Scout Merit Badge test in rope work. Then, with a sob, he sagged limply on top of his daughter. Tears stung his cheeks as realization of what he had just done ravaged him.
The cunt around his cock gave a few final spasms, then relaxed entirely. He felt his dead weight mashing her deep into the couch and started to roll off her. Her arms and legs tightened around him so he couldn't. His cock was shriveling slowly, stroking itself against her twat walls as it withered. His balls gave a twitch, his cock jerked, and a last tiny spurt of semen jetted into her rippled hole. Her cunt spasmed in response, giving his dork a warm squeeze.
'Oh, Daddy,' Gabby sighed ecstatically.
'Oh, God, what have we done?' he asked miserably.
'I don't care, I don't care,' she sighed, her breath hot against his chest.
'It's incest,' he groaned, trying to forget that this was the second time he had violated one of his daughters.
'Whatever it was, it's wonderful,' Gabby purred, her fingers playing over his back.
'It's wrong,' he protested, making no move to extract his shriveled dick from her clasping hole.
'Who says?' Gabby asked in a contented tone.
Mike became aware of an urgent message from his bladder. 'I need to go to the bathroom,' he groaned, trying to escape.
'I want to watch,' Gabby teased.
'Oh, come on, Honey,' Mike protested.
'Okay, okay,' she conceded, letting-go of him. He pulled out of her. His prick trailed a string of cum across one of her sleek thighs. He couldn't keep himself from gazing down at her as she lay there wantonly on the sofa with her legs spread. The insides of her thighs were pink from clutching him, and the flesh of her pussy was scarlet from the pounding it had taken.
He felt a wrenching twist of love and desire for her, His eyes stinging, he turned away from her and plodded across to the bathroom.
When he came out, Gabby went in. His mind numb, he slumped down on the sofa. He glanced up as she came out of the bathroom. His guts ached at the grace of her lithe, slender body, her unashamed nudity. She crossed to the record player.
This time the music was different: it had softness and melody rather than the primitive beat she had danced to before. Then she danced for him again, slowly and sensuously. She held him captive with her grace and beauty and love. She was nude, not naked, and it was right and fitting that he was feasting his eyes on every square millimeter of her sleek form.
She finished in a dancer's deep curtsey, almost a split-she bowed over her extended leg and spread her arms like the wings of a swan. When he found himself applauding like a fool, his individual hand claps sounding like clopping horses' hooves, he flushed with embarrassment.
Gabby flashed him a smile that was like a sunrise, and got to her feet. Extending her hands, she drew him to his feet. 'Dance with me? Daddy,' she said softly.
'Oh, no? I can't, really. I'm not much of a dancer,' he stammered, trying to extract his big clumsy hands from her dainty little ones.
'It's easy. Come on.”
And with her holding his hands at arms' length, he found that it was easy. He lost his self-consciousness at being nude with her as he watched her feet, tried to match her moves.
In a few minutes she had him whirling around the room, and laughing with her. They spun and spun, and his regrets faded in the face of her exuberant joy at being alive and at being with him. Then they began to slow,
