"You can do it, daddy..."

“You can do it, daddy,” I encouraged him. “Wait for me. Wait for me and mommy. You’re fucking both of us.”

“Jesus Christ,” he gasped. His face was a portrait of lust, of frustration, of suffering and the sublime. My tight pussy was the portal to heaven and he so badly wanted to slide all the way through.

But I wasn’t quite there yet. “I’ll ride your cock every night,” I promised him. “I’ll rub you down and suck your cock and let you stick it in me after every date, daddy. Just wait for me,” I pleaded. “I want to cum with you. Please, daddy. Dream. Dream harder!” I was begging him not to cum even while I wiggled my ass up and down his mighty shaft. What a lucky girl I was, I thought, in the depths of my depravity, to have a father so gentle and so kind and so well hung and so willing to fuck me in his dreams. “Spank me,” I gasped. His thick hand swatted my red ass and I screamed, “Do it again!”

He spanked me. My father spanked his little girl while he stretched her dirty cunt. “Do it again!” I screamed. “Spank me while you cum in me, daddy!”

My father came in me so hard I thought there was no way I couldn’t be pregnant. I was on birth control and had been for years, but that was the crazy thought that broke my brain, as I shuddered in a climax to end all climaxes. I’d never felt so much cum. It jettisoned up my canal as my father spanked me, and fucked me, and pumped me with his enormous cock. I rode pulsation after pulsation of warm relief until our mingled juices were trickling down his balls.

“Do it for mommy,” I moaned. “Fill your little girl, daddy. Make her into your new mommy.” Wiggling on his cock as he ejaculated was almost better than what came before. When he’d softened a little he was still so big that I could undulate on his shaft, rolling him inside me to press against all the wondrous spots that no other man could touch. I came again on his cock as the final twitches of his semen splashed my cervix.

“Now sleep, daddy,” I murmured. “Go to sleep while I clean up.”

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My sister looked up at me. "What do you need...?"

My sister looked up at me. "What do you need me to do?"

"Mick, I can't...ask you to do anything," I said. "But I have to tell you, as this thing takes hold I won't be able to... It heightens aggression. I won't be me. Or, I will be me, but I'll...I don't want to hurt you."

"You'd hurt me?" she said.

The contradictory urges inside me swirled with such ferocity that thinking was becoming harder and harder. "No, not because I wanted to, just, because...I need...Mick, I need..."

"I get it," she said. "Can you step closer?"

I fought against my swelling muscles and the fireworks shooting between my joints to plant one foot in front of the other. I couldn't get much closer in the cramped restroom stall, but I could lean my hips forward.

Michelle scooted to the edge of the toilet seat.

Without a word, she drew her palms down my front, down to the base of my shaft. She used her fingers to spread my growing pubic hair away from it, dragging her fingertips from the base out to the skin of my crotch. Then she leaned her face forward. With one final look up into my eyes, she opened her mouth and let the head of my cock part her pink lips. She pulled me forward with gentle pressure in the small of my back, and took me an inch at a time. It was difficult to get her mouth wrapped around the size of it, but she kept going. I stared, dumbstruck, until I felt her warm tongue slither along the underside of my swollen shaft. Slowly, she guided my head to the back of her throat.

I groaned deeply. "Oh my God, Micky." I brushed the back of her throat, then retreated. She kept her hands on my hips to keep me at bay, but allowed me to push forward, slowly, between her blushing cheeks.

I reached out to grasp the back of her head. She allowed this, too. I groaned anew when she reached into my thick nest of pubic hair and cradled my balls. The first time I heard her suck the saliva off my shaft, I pulled my cock free of her mouth--just to watch her breathe. Precum dangled between my penis and her lips. "I can't...I can't believe I'm doing this," she said, her voice thick, her lips sticky. But she reached for my cock again anyway, and guided it back onto her tongue.

"Thank you," I breathed.

When she pulled me out again, she ran her fist down my slick shaft. "Is that good?"

"Yes," I groaned. I pulled her head down, back onto my cock, and she got the message. She bobbed down on it quicker this time, running the head back and forth between her lips. I had reached a precipitous stage. The closer I came to sexual fulfillment, the harder it was to restrain my baser urges. If I lost control...

Aggression flared inside me. "Suck my cock," I demanded.

She "mmm-mmm!" obediently, and grabbed the backs of my legs. I began to push myself in and out of her mouth more forcefully, and she took it.

She took it for the first few seconds, but then she had to pull herself back. "Wait!" she gasped. Spit dripped freely from her lips. "Wait..." Precum shined at the corners of her mouth.

"I'm sorry," I said. "It's...it's happening too fast."

"Aaron," she said. "I..."

I traced my cock along the underside of her lip while she stared at me, her upturned face flushed a deep red and the sweat clear now at her temples. "I'm sorry," I said again.

"No, don't be sorry." She kissed my penis, and cupped it against her cheek. "I'm...just kind of turned on right now. Tell me when you're going to cum, okay?"

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"Please daddy," she begged...

"Please, daddy," she begged. She rolled the wrist that held his cock. She loved the hot throb of that majestic thing. It was so full of life. If he put it in her, she imagined it would squirm like an animal, invading the deepest reaches of her body, forcing her to accommodate its girth as it expanded ever larger. Her pussy ached for his arrival. "I want it to be you."

He shifted under the heavy covers. Soon he wasn't next to her, he was on top, and his lips encircled her stiff nipple. She sighed as his teeth clutched at her. His questing tongue flicked the sensitive nipple back and forth. "Yes!" she cried. His big thing squished against her belly, painting her hot skin with its precum.

"My princess," he groaned into her small breasts. He cupped two ripe handfuls and gave them a sharp squeeze. The male in him could not deny how badly he wanted to do that. "You are so damn fine," he murmured into her cleavage.

"You can take me however you want," she promised. "Just now, please now!"

He rolled his head into her stomach. "No, if this is the last time, I want to take my time." He kissed his way to her bellybutton. "You smell so good..."

She caressed his thick hair. "When was your last time?" she asked.

"I can't remember," he breathed over her vulva. Like most of her girlfriends, she kept her mound closely trimmed. But she didn't shave it all. There was still hair there, and she could not know how much that turned him on. He breathed her in, savoring the musk of her pubic thatch.

In spite of her self consciousness, the feel of his lips against her, the tickle of his hot breath, set Alexis shivering uncontrollably. Greedy hands gripped her thighs. 

"W-what are you doing?" she gasped.

"You went down on him but he never went down on you?"

"N-no," she stuttered. She gazed down at her father, now just a hump in the heavy blankets. All she could see was his black hair between her legs. All she could feel was his fingers creeping along her inner thighs.

Arthur was incredulous. "Shameful," he muttered, and kissed his daughter's silken labia.

"Ah!" she cried. "W-what?" His tongue drew a hot, wet line up her slit, and she collapsed against the pillows. "Oh my God..." she whispered. When his tongue plunged inside her, her immediate reaction was to kick, but his strong hands pinned her down. She liked being pinned down like that. "D-don't let go," she pleaded.

"Mmm-mmm," he hummed into her vagina. Nothing, not even Steve's fingers, had ever felt so good. The rumble rolled around her vulva and zig-zagged up her belly. When his tongue returned to her clitoris, the heat spread over her buttocks and sawed through the backs of her knees. She quivered in place, held tight to the mattress by daddy's unyielding fingers.

"Daddy!" she shrieked.

"That's it, baby," he murmured into her pussy. "Scream for me."

She tugged at his thick black hair as he lapped at her like a starving dog. She shivered so hard that her breasts jiggled, and she jiggled so hard that her rigid nipples, exposed to the freezing air, jolted her to her core. That jolt careened back and forth along her stomach, knocked from daddy's flicking tongue to her sensitive breasts. The sensation built in her for seconds that bled into minutes that bled into the rest of her short (would it be short?) life. "I wish I'd known," she moaned to the ceiling, delirious with bliss. "I'd have asked you to do that to me every night before bed!"

Between her hot thighs, Arthur shared her naughty fantasy. What would their life be like if she had begged him to deflower her years ago? Lessons in anatomy, innocent caresses with not-so-innocent results. Sliding into bed with her on lazy weekend mornings and kissing her pussy awake. Her knees hooked over his shoulders and he inhaled a thick wave of her arousal. It made his balls throb.

He'd never tasted a woman so sweet. Was it because her cum was virginal? Was it because she was so strict about her diet--organic food, mostly vegetables, plenty of water, little if any meat? Was it because she was his daughter? Or was she just the perfect woman? His princess? He suckled at her juicy labia and moaned into it, as much for her pleasure as for his. He loved the way she squirmed. He loved the way she wriggled on the mattress in her feeble attempts to break free...

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