sinful about sex between members of a family, that it could be sweet and loving and beneficial for all concerned if it arose from love and healthy desire and not from force or coercion.
Well, nobody was forcing me to be on my knees in front of Daddy. Nobody was holding a gun at my head commanding me to start licking his cock. Nobody said 'Do it or you'll die.' So I guess what I was doing stemmed from love, more than anything else. I stuck out my tongue and began to lick him up and down, from his open fly to his bulging knob.
His confession had been a shattering thing for me to hear. God, to think that Daddy'd had the hots for me all this time and was thrusting me out of his life to restrain what he considered shameful desires! Well, I'd have thought them shameful desires, too, if he'd confessed them any other day except today. But today I knew the truth, and it was a truth I wanted to share. I began kissing his hot burning flesh, touching with my tongue the little vein that pulsed and throbbed as blood engorged his stiff dong.
'Trust me, Daddy,' I murmured, my lips fluttering on his hard tight skin, and then I pulled back ovaling my mouth to welcome him into me. He thrust, just as my lips brushed the rim of his dong, and I clamped down fast and tight, just the bulb of him in my mouth. God, it was all I could do to stretch my lips far enough to take in the big thing!
But rewarding, too. I started to suckle him, like a baby feeding off a big juicy nipple, and little bubbles of turn seeped into my mouth, doing all sorts of wild, crazy things to my taste buds. I heard him say, 'Oh, Barbie,' in a lost, really bewildered voice, and he put his hands on my head again, this time to keep me where I could do him the most good.
I sucked ferociously and a bigger slurp of semen oozed from Daddy's slitted cockhead. It was sticky and oily, rolling over my tongue like a big raw oyster, and I felt it sliding down my throat. I gulped, savored it, and somewhere in between it occurred to me that once upon a time some of that very same jism had taken seed in my mother's belly and created me. And now, here I was, on my knees, eating the cock that had fathered me. And, totally turned on by the excitement of the forbidden act.
It had been one thing to share, vicariously, in the Banks' habitual incest patterns, but it was something entirely different to start a new pattern, one of my very own. I'd eaten Alan and Connie and Dierdre and David, more times than I could count the last day or two, but none of them made my body tingle with arousal the way it was tingling now, with Daddy's cock in my mouth, hard as a poker and fiery as an ember.
I sucked again, and again I heard Daddy say my name. He was calling me Barbie, too, which he hadn't done in years. God, no one had called me Barbie! I wouldn't let anyone use that name – it brought back too many memories – but when Daddy called me by his old favorite nickname, I didn't mind. If anything, it turned me on all the harder.
I let his cock slip out of my mouth, and I took it in my hands, holding it up toward the sky in a kind of offering to heaven. While my hands kept him pointing upward, I used my lips and tongue down him, up him, and all around him, licking and slurping wet kisses onto my father's rod.
'You've got to stop,' he panted above me, but his hands were all over my head, combing finger shoving through my wet, tangled hair. He touched my ears, drew his fingers back, then stroked forth again. I felt him exploring the curvature of my ears, gliding lightly all the while – then dipping downward to pet my lobes. And the back of my neck. Oh, God, the back of my neck! It's a turn-on zone for me, but I didn't know how much of a turn- on zone until Daddy started rubbing me there.
'I can't stop,' I murmured against his cock, my tongue flicking out to keep him wet and attentive. His flesh was wet, sorta salty, and I could feel that blood still pumping into his prick. My heart was beating just as fast inside me, and I could swear that my left tit was doing a jumpy up and down dance, trembling with the force of my pulsating heart. I looked at Daddy's cock, at the stiff, rigid shaft, at the grape-purple knob, coated with a creamy lift le outer skin of drying, escaped jism and pre-cum, and I wanted him back in my mouth more than I wanted anything else. Ever.
It was forbidden, but it wouldn't kill you. I'd already seen living proof of that. And if it was a forbidden act, it was forbidden only because it was such a fierce erotic stimulant. I owed my very being to this cock, and I had to suck it.
Back into my mouth I stuffed him, and this time it was no coy little baby-bottle teat-guzzling. I opened my mouth as widely as possible and I pulled him into me by sheer force of oral muscles. I hadn't known I was that good, and it was a real thrill to discover how talented I was.
He thrust as I pulled, and together we made an unbeatable combination. God, why hadn't we discovered this a long time ago? Why had he spent so much time fighting his desire for me?
I knew, too, that my little slip of the tongue when I was balling Alan had not been a slip at all. The desire had been in me, too. I mean, how can you really hate anyone if you don't also have the capacity to love them too? It's the other side of the coin – extreme passion – and I'd just flipped my own nickel. Inside me all those years of pent-up hatred for Daddy simmered, seeping downward into every part of my body and brain.
He rammed deeply into my mouth, and my jaws were aching from the stretches I had to make, but I kept them stretched and Goddamn the ache! I didn't have an especially deep throat – I thought – but already I had five or six inches of Daddy's cock in my mouth and I was hungry for more.
I pulled with my cheek muscles, tongue whirling around the imbedded part of Daddy's dong, and my face moved another inch or so toward him.
'Nnnnnnnhhhh!' I gurgled as my lips and nose scratched themselves on the wicked teeth of his zipper. Unless he took his pants off I could take him no deeper. Pubic hairs protruded from his shafts, long silky hairs, and I felt their ticklish imprint on the tip of my nose. Oh, God, if we could only do this right sometime, I could really show Daddy a thing or two! I'd kiss his balls while I ate his big beautiful dong, and he could. Oh, God in heaven, what if he never let me get near him again? What if he drew back into the shell he'd built around himself? It wouldn't happen. It couldn't happen. I would not let him. If I had to rape the man, I'd show him that he possessed a daughter, hot and sexy and loving as hell, that he owed it to both of us to fuck me, to let me suck him, to trade love back and forth like kids swapping baseball cards.
'Barbieeeee!' he growled, an agonizing sound, the sound of a lost soul teetering on the brink of some calamity. Oh, it hurt me to hear him sound that way! I wanted to tell him that it was all right he didn't have to be lonely any more neither did I we had each other.
I wanted to tell him all that, but I couldn't speak became I was busy as a cat covering shit, giving Daddy the blow-job of my life, hoping it would be the blow job of his life, too. His hands clutched my head, strong fingers digging into my scalp, and he pushed his cock at me, totally filling my mouth, pressing into the very tip of my throat where I'd long since despaired of ever getting a cock.
I gagged, but only for a second. The urge passed as Dad's rod stayed where it belonged, and then I was sucking again, a river of drool flowing through my mouth, engulfing his cock. I pulled my head back, descended on him again, and he plunged just as deeply as before.
Dad wasn't a villain any longer. He wasn't some man who lived far away and spent all his time avoiding me. He was my daddy again, and he was my lover too, and he could never erase this moment from his memory, could never fight his way back to what dull, straight people think of as normality. For us, this was normal, and right, and proper, and if he didn't understand that now, I'd by God teach him.
Oh, we made a great couple! There was mutual awkwardness at first, mine and his alike, but it passed, and he changed, and soon enough we were carrying on as if we'd been doing it all our lives. He thrust at me, and I carried my face forward, sucking his thrust home, into the back of my throat, cheeks drawn in tightly around him. I pulled back, my tongue going wild as more and more of his cock emerged from my lips, and then we were coming together once again, Daddy feeding his more than willing daughter with the sweetest meat on earth.
'Suck it, baby, suck it!' he moaned, swaying as he socked himself in and out of me. Well, I was sucking – there wasn't much else I could do, and I wanted it as much as he did – more, maybe, because I was thinking clearly and I knew, so very, very well, what this meant for me and Daddy.
My throat and jaws were strained and sore, but I cheered myself by recalling that soon I'd be used to his shape and size, that soon I could take him without any trouble at all. Not this suck-off, and maybe not the next one, either – but it wouldn't be long.
'Mmmmmm,' I purred when I just couldn't take it any longer. I needed some relief, but I didn't want to surrender my oral grip on his cock no matter how much my mouth ached. I drew my head back, till only the bulging cap of him was caught between my lips, and I fisted the lower portion of Daddy's prong, fingers locking in
