and her eyes were on his. His eyes fogged with tears of love, and an aching need began to grow in his gut. They slowed, and she moved closer and closer to him, until she was pressing against him. His arms went around her as his cock began to throb and swell with need.
'Your sisters,” he groaned, trying frantically to find an escape hatch.
'Won't be home for hours,' she whispered. She curled her fingers around the aching limb of his cock. She led him to the sofa and they sat down side by side.
Her little breasts were just begging for attention. His hand slowly covered one tender mound as she held his cock in her warm grasp. She was studying the purple tip of his dick as she milked it. He pressed her breast, felt the miraculous softness and warmth of her mound. The sight of his big hairy hand on the little hemisphere made his insides ache. He couldn't help staring at the fuzz of pale red hair between her thighs.
'It's so big,' she sighed. 'And so beautiful.”
Before he could stop her, she had bent over. He felt her lips touch the lip of of his pecker in a warm, moist kiss. Her tongue flicked out, touched his glans, sending a slashing whip of fire into his already simmering gut.
His hand, dislodged from her tit, slipped down to her lap. Her thighs parted, and his fingers nestled into her curly muff, brushing her soft pussy lips. His finger explored her steamy, hot grotto. The inner tissues were no longer slick with arousal, just humid and soft. He fingered the rippled folds.
She was mouthing the head of his cock lovingly. Her lips slid just over the tip as her tongue massaged it. He felt the sting of her teeth, then the soft, slow stroke of her lips, then the flick of her tongue at the very end. He felt something hot and stinging slither slowly up the channel of his phallus.
She knelt on the sofa, facing him, and spread her knees so he had easy access to her pussy. Her hand firm and steady on the shaft of his cock, her mouth bathed his glans. His finger found the rippled hole of her vagina, and eased into that clinging, warm, slippery tunnel.
She breathed on his cock, and his balls knotted with pleasure. Blood was pounding in his gut as he curled an arm over her smooth back and slowly wiggled his finger up into her cunt. She was so little and tight he couldn't understand how his cock had fit. That memory triggered another warm wave of juice from his dick. She drank it down eagerly.
She was getting wetter and more slippery by the minute. He dragged a wave of goo up her slit, smeared it over the nubbin of her clit. He felt her shudder when he touched her nerve knot. Carefully keeping it wet and slick with her seepings, he began teasing her delicate organ.
Her mouth took more of his cock. Her lips closed a third of the way down his mammoth shaft, then swept up toward the tip. Her fingers slid under his nuts, tenderly cupping his sperm glands. She held his balls reverently, warmed them with her palm and fingers. A fresh, stinging flow of sperm began to pool in his swollen, eager prostate.
When she pulled her mouth away from his dork, he knew what she wanted, and pulled his hand out of her cunt. She swung astride him as lie slouched back on the couch. She linked her hands behind his neck as he reached down and tipped his dick up into her snatch. He felt her pubic hair scratch his cockhead as she shifted her hips. Then his knob was nuzzling into her warm, wet folds. He looked down and sucked in a sharp breath at the sight of his huge, rude tower in her tender crotch.
She eased herself down on his pecker in a series of slow jerks. A fraction of an inch at a time, he saw his dong vanish into his daughter's twat. Her tummy tightened as she absorbed his shaft.
He reached up between her arms and teased her tits. She had such delicate little nubbins, and they were such a beautiful shade of pink. They stood up eagerly as he fingered them, pinched them, toyed with them. Her jaw muscles jumped as he flicked the berrybuds with his fingernails.
She settled into his lap, and it felt like the full length of his cock was wrapped in a steaming soft towel. 'Like it?' she asked cheerily, twitching her ponytail.
'Love it,” he grunted. 'Sweet heavens but you are a joy.”
She smiled a smile that was far beyond her years.
'You weren't a virgin,' he said. It was a statement, not a question.
'Does it matter?” she asked softly.
'I'm not sure. I used to think it did. But then, I didn't think I'd ever commit incest, either.”
She eased up and down on his dork, brought full rigidity back to his tool, 'It's love and joy and life,” she said.
'It's lust and sex and procreation,' he responded.
'Can't get pregnant,' she answered. 'I'm on the pill. So's Micaela. But I think she's still a virgin.”
Mike tried not to let his face betray him. 'And Patty?' he asked evenly.
'She's got a reputation as a cock-tease,' Gabby said easily. 'But she's just a little squirt, so far. You're gonna have to do something about her, though. She can be a real brat. She sheeted my bed the other day.”
Mike snorted and his cock jumped in her hot hole. “I’ll talk to her about it,' he assured her.
'The only thing that's going to make an impression on her is a hairbrush,' Gabby grunted, and swiveled her hips in a small circle. His cock stirred in her guts. 'Let's not talk about her. You're going all soft,”
'Sorry,' he apologized.
'No sweat.' She lifted and dropped, and the stroking brought a fresh surge of blood to his tool, made it swell and stiffen.
'You're incredible,' he mused.
'I inherited it from you and Mummy,' she answered.
Mike didn't answer. His feelings about his late wife were a bit mixed.
'I'm thirsty,' Gabby announced. 'Want to share a beer?”
'You're a little young,' he argued.
“I’m a little young for this, too,' she pointed out, moving up and down on his cock.
'You want to-uh-separate?”
'Carry me,' she ordered. 'Just stand up, and I'll hang onto you like a monkey on a tree.”
'We're crazy,' Mike sighed. He heaved himself to his feet as Gabby wrapped her arms around his waist. His cock stayed in her cunt.
'Ninety-eight pounds,' Gabby informed him, guessing what he was thinking.
'Featherweight,' he grunted, staggering up the stairs. In the kitchen, he got out a beer and held it while she popped the top. Then he moved over to the table and set her butt on the edge. The bubbles of alcohol sizzled down to his belly. His phallus swelled in her hot, wet grasp.
She felt it, and her eyes gleamed as she finished the beer. A flip of her hand and the dead soldier clattered into the garbage can. Letting go of his neck, she slowly eased herself down on her back on the kitchen table. She lay with her arms spread as if she was being crucified.
'Fuck me, Daddy,' she whispered. The blood roared in his ears. 'Oh, God, Daddy, Fuck me blind!”
With a groan, Mike leaned over her and began sliding his aching cock in and out of her hole. His hands braced on the table on either side of her, he fucked his cock in and out of her. He watched lust ravage her delicate features. Her sweat-stringy ponytail coiled serpent like across the table as her head rolled from side to side.
As the noon sun flooded into the kitchen, he screwed his daughter on the breakfast table. The sight of his mammoth cock sliding in and out of her velvet cunt made his balls steam. He watched his groin batter her tender crotch, pound and pulp her delicate flesh.
In a few moments the pool of semen in his belly was beyond restraint. He saw a pink flush start up from her twat, saw her arch with pleasure, and turned his own flood loose. His cock jumped and heaved in her as wad after thick, hot wad of semen spouted into her spasming depths.
He thought he was finished coming, until she reached down and wedged her fingers in between her body and his. The touch of her hands on his testicles triggered a fresh searing burst from them. She fiddled with his balls delicately, and his cock twisted itself like a towel being wrung out, milked the last dribbles of pleasure from itself.
Chapter 5
