Chapter 2
"Into the car!" Everett Wilde grabbed furiously for the door handle, blessing his luck that the campus driveway ran just behind the Art Department building. In ten stumbling steps he had hurried Susanna to the Lincoln.
No car or stroller had been seen. No one ever would buy any explanation of the Professor of History at Pantamonet, hurrying his bedspread-clad daughter from the art studio.
For all his rage at Henri Peridot and the mod scene the perverted art professor had created, Everett was devilishly aroused by the lingering images. He slammed the passenger door and circled behind the Continental, fighting a battle with lust at the remembered orgy.
Flame hair was tossed wildly as Katy, the best student of his Contemp History class, galloped on the cock of a young man whose family never would believe him capable of such behavior. Ev had recognized another, Malcolm Staunton, Pantamonet's best athlete in decades, being taken by two girls at once in oral sex. And then he had seen her! His daughter! This one who now sat in rigid silence at his side, showing no sign of shame for the act in which he had caught her.
"Susanna, I ..." Ev slammed the steering wheel in frustration, words not forming to express his outrage.
"Where are we going, Daddy?" She caught his eye in the mirror and there was not the slightest surrender in the unblinking gaze.
"To my office!" The veneer of self-control was wearing thin with Everett now and he jerked a sidewise glance at the way the burgundy spread had slipped from her right shoulder and nearly totally exposed the breast. "And cover yourself!" he fumed.
With maddening deliberateness, Susanna drew the satin material across her boob, shivering slightly to the tease of the material against her taut nipple.
They drove silently and slowly in the stately white Lincoln, Ev groping for a right word as they neared the network of professorial offices of the Pantamonet faculty. That was a part of the design cleverness of the Frank Lloyd White planned campus. Merge with the natural beauty, so that students will feel the personal warmth of their teachers, the absence of formality. Nowhere was that more felt than in the interior of the car as Ev's personal warmth built feverishly for the package at his side.
In his own perverse way, Henri Peridot had brought to a head a long, needling lust in Dr. Everett Wilde, Chairman of History. The lust was visibly hardening along the inseam of his trousers and Ev tried unsuccessfully to shift to conceal the inflating penis. All he could hope was that Susanna didn't notice. Yet, perhaps it was as well if she did, he speculated in silent agony.
He watched for a telltale turn of her head out of the corner of his eye, saw it, and felt the perspiration build at his forehead. Providentially his log cabin style office appeared at the turn of the road and he slipped quickly to the parking port, then hurried from his seat.
Inseconds he had her inside his paneled study, alone with wall-to-wall books; a father in top-to-toe sex fever. He thought of an angry accusation: What are you Susanna? Some kind of nymphomaniac? First the mess in Harvard Yard .. . and now this!
He decided against it, started to speak and stopped at her expression.
Tears stung her eyes as she faced him defiantly, clutching the formless spread over her front. "I started that back there. Dr. Peridot didn't The class didn't. I did!"
Her eyes were angry sparkling pools as dark as her hair as she stared pointedly at his groin. "I am just exactly what you made me! And you love it."
Awesome reasoning, but she had him pegged exactly. With certainty that his uncontrollable erection bulging against his gray striped pants had finally betrayed a long kept secret, Everett made a last stab at controlling the situation. "There's something more important to see to." He led her gently to the white Naugahyde couch that faced his cluttered desk and nodded to her to sit down, catching the corner of the burgundy spread and snatching it from her clasp with an exclamation of impatience.
"I have to see what those animals did to my baby!" He pressed her shoulder to force her to her back, ignoring the incredulous surprise in her face.
Recovering quickly, she hissed her protest. "Didn't you hear me? I began what you called other animals for doing. They are not animals! They're nice human beings!"
"My God! They scratched you and bruised you!" Everett stared in pained and frenzied new yearning at the nudity spread before him on the soft cushions of the couch. Dark hair spilled sexily under her, dramatic against the white cushion, tumbling loosely across the edge. Golden tan covered a provoking superlative display of the female wealth of the girl. Her eyes closed in frustration at a Daddy behavior she never had seen before and couldn't understand now.
His penis, a thick-ridged pole clearly outlined against his pants, declared his want. His words denied it. All Susanna knew for sure was her own want-a want more than anything she'd ever known-for this man who happened to be her father. It was a want inflamed to white heat by his first show of his own desire.
From under long lashes she stared at the size of urgent cock, and wanted it more than Mai's or Peridot's or any of the others she had wanted and been deprived of by Daddy's intrusion on her play. She had to meet her father on his own ground.
"They did rough, me awfully," she moaned, squirming against the couch, then arching slightly to present her torso in brazen exhibition to the hot staring eyes. "Make it better, Daddy. Kiss the hurt." She twisted a smooth shoulder to his dazed study.
"Are those teeth marks?" Ev gaped at the sign of someone's too eager love bite and went to his knees beside the cot, lips searching eagerly to kiss away the light red marking. His body was a trembling passion-maddened thing as he tongued across the rounding of her shoulder and gawked at the rich boobs lifted to his consideration.
She felt the cupping of his palm under her left breast, and his lips puckered suddenly and shifted to a taut nipple. Warm, moist ... sucking lips! "He wants me!" The shocked words spilled inaudibly, but inside a voice was shrieking a warning. Don't be sure! He's in shock from what he saw you doing, Susanna Horde! Be careful! Susanna was suddenly wary. Uncertain.
Once driven into a shy shell by an unrelenting desire for the same sex play, she'd often voyeured between Everett Wilde and Selena. Susanna's last years before leaving home for college had been painful lusting. Her father never seemed to notice she was even female. Her mother just wanted to be buddies. Susanna even called her Selena, but Daddy was Daddy and no more.
One time at Wellesley the shyness had been peeled away by the first and last mind-blowing sex experience till this afternoon in the art class.
All she knew was she was now alone with a male who was to her the epitome of manhood. Her father she could draw, inch by inch, from the top of his six-foot body to his little toe. And everything in between. She'd always suspected he'd be horrified if he knew her, craving for the one dimension of him she knew best, and even now, with his lips on her breast, she was unsure.
Her arm drifted to the floor and for a tantalizing instant, her eyes still closed against possible disaster, body tormented with erotic lightning bolts from the nursing of his lips on her boob, she was still uncertain whether to risk the great step. He could drive her from his office, from the family, from any relationship at all.
It had to be dared. Her fingers walked deliberately up his pants' leg as he knelt close to her, found the turbulent stiffness of his prick shaft, stroked a tentative bold stroke, then reached boldly for the zipper catch. At any second Susanna expected the sledgehammer blow of his fist for her brazen overture. Eyes still squeezed shut, she dragged the fly open and groped inside for his hot, horny flesh. No blow came. Only a choked gagging grab for breath as Ev Wilde felt the touch he yearned for.
Head swimming with runaway passion, certain this was a decision he'd regret, but wanting only that Susanna would continue her finger play with his inflamed organ, Ev burrowed thirstily into the cleavage of her sweet breasts. Such perfect globes! Firm and yet delightfully soft. Milk-white and silken where her too small halter guarded the centers from the sun when she tanned.
He must speak to her about that. Not decent to expose so much of her explosive beauty to public view. Gorgeous boobs. He felt her first tighten on his bared cock shaft and begin a tentative stroke, and prayed the gods of all ages that she wouldn't lose courage.
He'd been such a drillmaster through her childhood. So tough a father. So exacting a schoolteacher. He knew she'd always feared him; he'd never known whether she cared an affectionate damned thing for him. He was sure she had no semblance of sexual feeling for him-not until this very minute.
Lord! Her fingers had left his cock! Please ... oh, please, come back! They were! At his neck, undoing his tie. She was going to undress him, even as he knelt at her side!
"Poor baby!" he heard himself murmuring. Her busy fingers had stripped tie and shirt and now opened his belt buckle. "Those animals really did hurt you! Here's another bruise." -
He lip-loved across her deeply concaved midriff, tonguing the rippling of her rib cage and nuzzling to her navel, ignoring her repeated protest that those people he accused were her friends. "Animals," he murmured.
"My God, Daddy, listen to me!" She snatched her hand from his waist and pushed his face from her body, forcing him to sit upright and meet her eyes. "I began what happened in the art class. I began what happened that got me kicked out of college. All because of you!"
"Whaaattt? Me ... why?" His face was a confused dilemma. Lust and bewilderment mingled and mixed, made almost ludicrous by his half-undressed state. But Susanna, on the verge of her biggest moment, saw nothing funny in anything.
"Take off your things!" Now she was committed. "I want to see a body that has always been hiding from me."
"Don't understand," mumbled Ev staggering to his feet, drunk with desire and helpless to do anything but obey. "I never hide."
"You do!" She pointed a demanding finger at his still covered crotch. "You always said to me and Drew and Selena, too, I bet, never be seen naked around each other. So, what's so wrong about that?"
"Baby, look, nothing's wrong. I'll prove it." He dragged pants and jockey shorts from his hips and kicked his shoes free at the same instant. The whole business between them had gone mad and the most important thing to salvage at this time, to Everett Wilde, was a father-daughter relationship. At any cost.
He was made bold by the shocked collapse of his cock to her accusation that he was the responsible one for all her sex troubles to this date. Peeling his socks, he stood arms outspread, chest proud and head high as he exhibited his nakedness and watched her reaction.
"I've never meant to suggest I was against the human body's beauty," he said, feeling the intensity of her inspection and trying to sound paternal. "What I said was meant to apply only to ... well, you know, toilet times and, well ..." He felt uncomfortable at her steady gaze into his eyes and broke the classroom tone, words tumbling. "Well, look, now I'm as naked as you are yourself and I feel very comfortable."
Susanna let her study travel down his front, intrigued by the tightly controlled turnoff of the man from his lusting start as he knelt beside her. As she stared openly at his crotch, there was now only a ropy dangle of penis, impressive even limp . .. but now, very limp.
Shadowed behind the drooping flesh were puffy testicles, loaded and ready, but the fuse had been withdrawn. Her father was fighting the fierce flame that had burned so briefly as he knelt beside her.
Her heart pounded with frustration and fear that it was soon going to turn into a painful session of explanation and recrimination. What a waste of so beautiful a specimen! She eased her legs over the edge of the couch and stared up at the smooth musculature of his taut body. An athlete lost in the ivy tower of Pantamonet Prep, but still a superbly conditioned man.
His normally combed hair tumbled boyishly over his forehead from the ruffling when he pulled off his undershirt. His .eyes had a curious sparkle of someone hurting but wanting to help. Damn! The help he was going to offer, was to talk about her problem. Chitchat, father-to-daughter style. Teacher to dumb pupil! And no way, Daddy dear! The daring was back and so was the determination to smash the cool self-control he had somehow found again.
Inside Ev Wilde's head all was not self-control. It was the first time he ever could remember being naked before his daughter at any age. He had to force himself to think of her as daughter as he stared at the fantastically stacked female slowly standing from the couch. Somehow he managed it. He had come so close to total sexual frenzy.
The build-up of years of daydreaming had almost come to a disastrous head there as he kissed her. The taste of her sweet flesh, the darling fragrance of her body, so infinitely much more than he had dared dream, terrified him. Scared the lust from him-at least, momentarily.
"In other words, I misunderstood about your feeling about the naked body?" Susanna marveled that a man moments before so excited could have grabbed control that quickly. It made her own inner excitement bubble more wildly, and she could feel the tingle in the hard cones of her nipples. Then she understood why he stood so proudly with his head so high. He was taking no chances in looking at her. "You don't mind if I look you over then?" she demanded.
"Of course." He sighed in pretended nonchalance. "Look to your heart's content, though I'm the one who enjoys looking more. The female form ismuch more beautiful."
Ev was actually feeling buoyant now in his self-control. He had seen his daughter in a disastrous orgy. He had controlled his desire to kill Peridot then and there. He had controlled his desire to take Susanna in the wake of snatching her from that insanity, and maybe coming that close to so illicit an act was good. It brought his daydreams to a head and put them to rest, once and for all. He was sure of it now.
Susanna circled him, studying his naked frame speculatively from the front and then from the side, testing his forearm, his upper arm, stooping to squeeze a thigh muscle. "You are a beautiful chunk of man, Daddy," she praised softly, staring at the profile view of his genitals. The penis seemed slightly longer from the side.
"Thanks, Suzy."
"Susanna!" she corrected sharply.
"Oh?" He started to ask why, then reconsidered as he felt her at his back, standing very close, running her fingers across his powerful shoulder muscles. It occurred to him that no woman, not even his wife Selena, had inspected his unclad body so closely.
"You take very good care of yourself for a professor in a classroom all the time," she observed quietly. "I wonder how tough those muscles are."
Without warning she chopped a short, stinging kidney punch at his back left. Ev grunted but showed no pain. What a strange dilemma at this turn in events and he almost welcomed the unexpected blow.
"Beautiful!" She seemed ecstatic about the way he absorbed the punch.
"Were you really surprised?"
"Sure. You get all kinds of funny ideas about what someone is like under wraps, and that's how you've been all twenty years of my life. I thought you were pink and pulpy and, well, you know, like a teacher ought to be."
He chuckled. "Tell you what. I take care of myself and it's not with Geritol."
"I'm sure you must." She had circled to his front and dropped to her knees, reaching without asking his permission to cup his testicles and penis in the palms of her hands. "You're really on the level, aren't you?"
He glanced down, startled by the feel of her fingers there and more startled that he was instantly stung by desire. "I hope I'm on the level, Susanna. But about what?"
The warmth of her hands fondling his balls, fingertips burrowing into the funneled fullness, was both shocking and soothing in its assault on his nerves. So much had happened to test his control this day. Too much. He glared at her expression as she focused on his sexual parts, but the innocent preoccupation made it clear, at least to Ev, that his unorthodox daughter had no ulterior thoughts, now that their crisis was past
"I mean, you're on the level about us," she observed, matter-of-factly. "I'll bet you wipe out all feeling where . I'm touching you, just by mind control."
"I think it's important to." He knew his voice sounded deadly professorial.
"That's a control I don't have. Look." She straightened .as she continued to hold his genitals lightly and, drawing her shoulders back to force her breasts to prominent display, glanced up as he looked down. "See how I show?"
"I don't see anything wrong," Ev lied. His head was spun by the rigid nipples poking saucily from the dark aureoles of her rich breasts. If anything, they were harder now than when he had kissed them, as she lay on the couch. Mind control! He stiffened and stared up at the ceiling, hoping she would end the intimate inspection, but knowing that it was necessary to let her continue, if he were to really appear honest to his daughter.
Her fingers cupped under the dangling phallic crown, and he felt her trace cautiously around the foreskin-shrouded cone. "You don't mind?"
"Not a bit." Everett was determined and now was a good time to bring some of his earlier madcap behavior to a head. "But if you think I'll show any response, you're wasting your time. And once you're convinced, let's the two of us get dressed and talk awhile."
"A man is such a beautiful thing." She almost whispered the words and Ev had to strain to hear. "You have to have control, I guess, to handle this much."
The erotic bolt rifled viciously through the length of his penis, out and up his body, and charged the recesses of his mind, shattering the neat controls Wilde thought he had established. A barely perceptible tremor along his penis and a slight enlargement of the cap caught Susanna's eye. It was all she needed. The self-control talk was propaganda. Daddy was getting into difficulty.
"This has to be the most wonderful thing ever made on the human body." She scooped far under the loaded testicles and hefted the whole assembly up and away from his crotch, saying nothing as the curled phallic flesh stretched and the crimson penis tip, swollen quickly to three times its shrunken size, began to creep inch by inch across her wrist. He gaped. Her hands looked so very feminine, balancing his awakening sexuality in their palms. Her lower arm seemed so petite, actually smaller under that inflating shaft.
Ev was dazed, his senses shocked, unable to do a thing as Susanna stroked the ballooning prick. Such maddening indifference in her pretended disinterest that he was getting hard. Once started, his arousal was swift and violent and he watched his penis come alive and trembling with want, jutting only a breath away from the lovely face staring at it
"Good Lord, I . . ." His words became an inarticulate croak and he considered making a dash for his bathroom, but there was no way he could bring himself to such an admission of failure.
"I don't believe you!" Susanna's voice was brittle and tense and her kneeling position was unchanged, kissing close now to his cock. "Look how it climbs still! And with all that weight on the tip!" The glans seemed to darken and blossom, even wider to the praise. "It looks like it must hurt with all that stretching."
"Look ... it does ... I mean . . ." His words trailed to silence when he heard how they echoed.
"You wanted to help my hurt by kissing," she whispered. "Now it's my turn." Her lips ovalled and closed over the outer tip of the prick, munching softly and lightly, her tongue darting impudently against the cock's tiny eyelet, driving Ev up a wall with wanting her to take him fully. All the imagined controls were now totally shot down.
"See how 'Love That Red' improves a man?" she gigged, backing away to admire the lipstick stain she had placed on the swollen crown. "So now!" She stood quickly. "You may inspect me, since it's our first time seeing each other like this,"
Some strange rationalization grabbed Ev that he was only doing the right thing for Susanna's hang-ups as he stepped close to her nude and trembling frame and clutched her to his front. His hard-on ground ruthlessly across the flat tummy and for a moment, he debated throwing all the last resolve of his parental role to the wind. Take her then and there! She ground her pelvis forward and left no doubt that that was her invitation to her father; then she pounded against his chest for him to release her.
"Inspect me, first!" she pouted, backing a step away and facing him impatiently, fists clenched at her hips, legs spread in a defiant stance.
He circled quickly to her side, self-conscious about his swollen cock and certain he could do nothing to quiet it for the moment. As he moved to her back, the erection swayed in awkward eagerness for a body he knew he had no right to want as he did this one. "Oh, Suzy, doll, I do like it."
She was a magnificently proportioned girl, head tilted in the same defiance he had seen before, forehead and nose and chin delicately chiseled, neck graceful and long. The soft buttermilk loveliness of her shoulders was accented by the slight redness still remaining from the love nip of some bastard male. Gorgeous breasts from his profile vantage point thrust in saucy sunburst brazenness as she felt his stare. The lines of her body, front and back, were a harmony of girl perfection. He stared at her buttocks as he stood behind her, thinking that the lovely taut cushions were made-to-order for male delight in intercourse.
That much Susanna could feel and see clearly and she smiled almost materialistically at him. The incontrovertible evidence was shoving its horny way through her tumbled black hair as she remained reclined with her head on his thigh. The heat of his unrelenting erection was warm against her cheek. When he shifted to try to move the evidence of his lust, she shifted to keep the cock length against her face.
Susanna lay on her back, quietly watching his erection from the corner of her eye, saying nothing, knowing he was looking down at her body. Her nipples seemed to protrude more and were almost transparent in their rigidity. Her breasts rose and fell in even cadence, matched by the same movement down her midriff. Across the plateau of her satin-skinned tummy there was a light quiver. The slight motion of her hip and her pubes was the last goad to Ev's hope of recovery of control.
He watched graceful fingers coil around the ivory shaft of his phallus, clench tightly, then begin to move.
"Remember how you wanted to help where those animals hurt me?" she asked, fingering across the bruise mark on her midriff as he stared. Missed was the way she used his word for those people in the art studio.
"Yes ... I..."
"I'm going to let you help me where it really hurts." She took a deep breath and twisted her face slightly to look directly at the cock ram-rodding at the air. "You're going to cure it with your semen shoot!"
Ev opened his mouth to speak but closed it without a sound, hoping he had heard her right.
"You're the most enormous penis a man ever had!" breathed a possessed Susanna, her composure changing as she pumped the hard-on. "How did you ever get so big? Your owner must have played with you a lot before he got so self-controlled. He jerked you like this!" Her fist pumped furiously. "... and he ripped you and yanked you like .. . ohhh ... yess!"
A sparkling barrage of semen shot into the air, careening across the nude body spread before its path as Susanna ripped furiously at the spewing prick, writhing ecstatically as the first drops of come splattered her breasts and middle.
"Oh! Ahhhheee!" The ecstatic cry burst explosively from Everett's lips, even as he fought to hold back the joy, then surrendering as he saw the milky gray, love drops splashing across Susanna's body. His orgasm! Showering that wriggling cock-maddened voluptuary whose every gorgeous curve was straining in excitement to the rat-a-tat of his ejaculation.
It was done and he sagged limply against the deep pile of his office carpet, eyes closed, chest heaving. He was vaguely conscious of her shifting position to curl at his side, waggling his still hardened erection back and forth before her face, toying it in a light stroke, different but just as deadly as the one with which she had masturbated him. Her happy giggle was infectious as she slapped the hard cock flesh back and forth against his thighs, making reproving clucking sounds like a metronome as she continued the play rhythm.
The room was deathly quiet and ,she pressed warm lips close to his ear. "He hasn't gone down yet." She said it flat-toned and emotionless. "He still wants something very badly, doesn't he?"
He! The way she spoke of his unruly organ was as if it were another person, not really part of Everett Wilde. He? She was right! This rebel muscle had a mind of its own and that was the only reason he had failed at mind control. He shifted to stare past her face, down between the separation of their bodies, at the stiffened thing now jabbing insolently against Susanna's pubic mound. That she had positioned herself deliberately never occurred to him and moving to separate their touching brought a groan of disappointment from the girl.
There was utter silence for a time as both of them lay staring at the trembling cock; then she leaned over his front, brushing those maddening nipples against his chest and midriff as she wriggled toward the phallic shaft. '
"You know what made you the way you are, and what made me is locked up in here and has to get out."
"Whaddaya mean?" Everett's tongue was thick and his head swam as she slid a thigh over his and pushed herself to a kneeling position across his legs. She crept forward ever so slightly and paused. Again those warm fingers were around his shaft, this time not pumping, but holding it immobilized in a perfect vertical position. She crept farther forward till she was positioned directly over the ominous length.
"You know why I was like I was back in that art class?" she asked softly.
"Don' know a thing," he protested, squirming at the totally captive position he was in and quieting when his movement pressed the darkened glans directly against the pussy warmth. It was a wild feeling and feverish thoughts stormed one last time. His precious Selena could walk through that door ... or some faculty member or some student! Come into the office unannounced as frequently happened, and catch him naked beneath the wanting, wonderful nudity of ... of his daughter! She squeezed the column of prick flesh. "Sperm shot right out of this monster and made me one day a long time ago. And the sperm had all the things in it that made me the way I am. Made me crazy for the sperm that made me, that's what it did! Give sperm, bad Daddy ... give me more! I want to feel it shoot into me like Mdmmy did when you made me!"
A near hysterical flood of mixed joy and terror flowed through Everett as he felt the pressure of moist and yielding cunty flesh against his hyper-sensitized cock. Staring into her dark eyes, seeing the bounce of even darker hair across sleek shoulders, then hypnotized by the hard, fiercely excited cones of her nipples that seemed more than half-an-inch of wanting, he forced himself not to look farther down the front of her body.
He knew exactly what was about to happen, but some mad rationale told him if he didn't see cock join cunt, he would be innocent of having made it happen. Right thigh muscles pressed snuggly to the sides of his own, and all at once he felt the clasping embrace of her vaginal muscles. She was body-locked to his in total coital union. She was giving herself to him in copulation!
It was ... the truth exploded in his head, and as quickly vaporized to nothing-incest! He was fucking with his daughter! He was not, came a howling counterattack inside. She was taking him.
"Ohhhh . . . Godddd! Please, Daddy, look at us." Her cry forced him to gape at the point of their bodies' joining and the sight was overwhelming. He knew in that magnetic second that, wrong or right, what he was seeing and feeling was a sensation to go to hell for. His organ had just begun to disappear through her wide-stretched pussy cleft. Tender flanges of sunshine pink flesh distended incredibly to admit the grotesque purplish colored monstrosity of his prick crown. Her torso writhed, then stiffened above him as she felt the full pressure of his size. It was a dazzling show of tantalizing hills and valleys, of shadows and bright highlights, of a woman gone mad for the sexual act.
"Don't go farther!" he gasped, fighting the impulse to ram his hugeness into her. "I could hurt you with it!"
"Hurt, me? With him?" Her eyes dilated wildly as they looked into his. "Do it! I want you to fill me with your monster, Daddy! I want him up my middle, straight to my boobies ... see them waiting?"
Her glorious body straightened and arched above him as she seized her magnificent breasts. Tugging, squeezing the globes fiercely, she seemed about to drag them from her front. He gawked at cherries pointing in eager expectation of the execution. The pressure of her cunty tunnel on his cock dragged his attention back to the action between her legs. Fully ready to go to her death impaled on his outrageous prick, Susanna was a wild woman. Clasping and clawing herself first, then at him, she drove down on him and screamed little cries that for a frightened instant Everett thought was her protest to the act.
"Oh., .oh... oh, YESSS!"
The volcanic spray of semen leaped frantically into the warm magic of her convulsing vagina. Totally overwhelmed, Susanna gasped and started to scream, choked it off and threw her body far back in a deep, trembling arch bent away from the union of their bodies. Breasts dancing to the sex-driven frenzy of her emotions and to the violence of her orgasm spasms, she took the full charge of his ejaculation and sent back the warm wash of her own spunk flow.
It seemed to Ev in that beautiful second that his thunderous discharge would never stop. A wonderful paralysis seized his body, and incredible animal feelings swept him as his hips heaved and thrust to drive his maddened organ to the hilt before he finished coming.
Susanna collapsed across his body as their mutual frenzy deepened, and the look on her face was one Everett never had seen in a woman before. She was wrapped in incredible rapture and her face had a peculiar lightness. Radiant! Long, dark lashes fluttered, closed, then opened to reveal eyes, no longer dark circles of expectation but fierce smoke-gray. Lovely lips parted and her mouth opened wide as if she wanted to scream. Her body, clutched tightly against his own, was a seething motion. He could feel the ripe breasts grinding against his chest, nipple cones teasing devilishly as she locked her arms around the curve of his shoulders and rotated to the rhythm of their coming. Far, far within her body the snug muscles of her enveloping vagina dragged crazily at Everett's cock, trying to rip it from his frame. Her writhing hips whipped his orgasm to still greater heights, and her ever deepened climax matched it all the way. She was, he knew, in a whirling rapture-maddened orbit and out of this world. So was he.
For long moments after the last delicious convulsion had subsided between them, they lay against each other, feeling the moistness of perspiration between their tightly bound bodies, reveling in the little after-spasms of gratitude radiating from her body to his. He loved the feel of her hair damp against his skin as he cradled her head in the hollow of his neck. He was conscious of her eyes on his face. He wondered what she was thinking, whether she was remorseful about what they had done. Oddly, it seemed totally natural to him to lie in post-coital embrace with his daughter.
She squirmed when he moved as if to disengage their cemented forms. "Do we have to?" she moaned.
"Uhunnhh." He relaxed and let the lovely, soft, satiny feeling of her body permeate every pore of his own. The still buried cock had lost its stiffness, but there was an electric kind of feeling tingling in the limp flesh that let him know it was only moments till it would be up and charging again.
"You're crying!" he exclaimed suddenly, turning her to his side at the shock of the tears, cupping her close as he saw the moisture was real.
"I'm not either!" Susanna, her want of more Daddy savagely frustrated by his abrupt withdrawal of his penis, moaned in despair. "I'm just happy that what I knew was true, really is."
"What's that?"
"That you wanted me as much as I've wanted you all this. time. It's why I got into trouble with that Harvard boy and again in Doctor Peridot's class."
"He's not worth calling 'doctor,' Suzy!" snapped a puzzled Everett.
"And I'm worth more than calling Suzy!" she snapped back. "Can't you understand? I'm a big girl now!"
The light dawned suddenly and Everett made a mental note to scratch his little girl name for her. "You're a big girl and maybe the big girl has some nymphomaniac tendencies." He said it quietly, not accusingly, just with worry written in every syllable.
"You doll!" Susanna squirmed away from having to look him directly in the eye and inched down his front. "I'm not a nymphomaniac! But I am a Daddy-maniac. I go wild over any boy who looks like you. That's why I came unglued over Malcolm Staunton when he had to pose together with me."
"Was it the same at Harvard?" A mixed emotion of flattery and jealousy commandeered the man as he felt her cheek low on his belly.
"The very same. Terry looked just like you, too."
"Everywhere?"
She giggled impetuously and shifted to stare at the collapsed penis coiled across the line of meeting of groin and thigh. There was the clear sign of drying residue of their climax flow. It would be fun to taste, she decided impulsively, stretching to tongue the crispy leftover.
"Hey... whaddaya doin'?"
"That's most improper, Professor Wilde," she reproved without lifting her head. "You should say, 'What is it that you are doing down there?' "
"So tell me," growled a delirious wanting and resisting Everett.
"Why don't you watch?" She shifted again to position herself between his legs and in a direct line to watch his expression while she played. "I am going to lick every little leftover bit of our spunkin' from this silly soft thing and if it doesn't stay soft, you'll be sorry."
"Whatll happen?" Everett watched the puffy white flesh unravel slowly and inch across the top muscle of his thigh.
"Then I'll just do something that I've never ever done to a man," she lied. "I'll put this thing right in my mouth and suck, suck, suck. Oh, he's growing!"
There was no way in this world Everett Wilde could stop the erecting cockflesh. It burgeoned, lifted, then stiffened and strained, a violent gleaming tower of overly endowed man. Beyond, watching intently were the eager eyes of his daughter. A tumble of hah fell across her forehead, and there was a curious lift of an eyebrow as his hard-on rose, then a tantalizing pucker of soft sensuous lips. Irresistible stimuli.
"You're making it-"
"It's a he!" she flared. "And he's got a whole sweet load of honey to spray down my throat."
"Ohhh, Lord, yes! YES!" He arched against the carpet to present the bared arrogance of his tumescent penis to her mouth. Lovely carmine lips waited to welcome the hugeness.
"I am going to suck you!" she warned the quivering column of bone flesh. "I am going to suck you off."
"Do!" begged Everett, knowing that he was now and forever hooked on this precious package which, just as she had taunted, he had made with his own sperm. "Suck me, Susanna!"
The swollen crimson cap was too much for her to take in one quick engorging. She nibbled and munched and tortured the wide ledge, bringing cries of delight to the man. She tracked her tongue to-and-fro across the broad darkening surface of the glans, pausing to spear the eyelet mischievously, watching him all the while. Abruptly with a little exclamation of impatience, she engulfed the crown entirely.
He stared directly into the incredible innocence of her face as she began the fellatio. Susanna stared directly back.
There was a fantastic angelic sweetness to her unblemished complexion which seemed more cameo white than tanned as she took him. The thickened, blue-veined washboard gristle of his ugly cock was transformed to a thing of beauty itself buried in her lips.
Those lips! full and rich and fiercely thirsty as they ovalled lushly around his phallic shaft. Her cheeks, colored with excitement at the sensation she had longed for so long, puckered slightly to the intensifying rhythm of her suction.
Without blinking, she watched his crisis build. Felt the pulsing accelerate along the hard length and then felt a light tremble in her oral cavity as his glans crown seemed to spread still wider, filling her mouth. His pelvic movement began slowly, then sped as he felt the warning of approaching climax. She saw his eyes go wild with uncontrollable sensations whipping every erotic nerve.
"Guy . . . gosh . . . Suuuu ... oh, Lordy . . . it's coming! I... I... He's cuhmminnngg!"
A hot barrage of flying come hit the roof of her mouth and shot fiercely beyond. Gagging at first, she then possessed him with frenzy for every drop as a tarty sweet flavor overtook the shock of the spray. Milking, munching feverishly, she siphoned for every drop and when it finally stopped, she groaned at the end.
"Here, Susanna, here!" Everett pressed a hanky into her hand to let her spit the ejaculation from her mouth.
He knew he never would forget the next act of this wondrous girl as she slapped his offered handkerchief aside. She pushed slowly to a sitting position to let him, her head tilted to profile her face and neck to him. Looking up at the ceiling, she reached graceful feminine fingers to the light glisten on her lips. A little drool of semen showed at the corner of her mouth and she caught it with her index finger, then licked the finger slowly.
He watched her lovely throat muscle move and her tongue crept for one final check of her lips. She had swallowed his semen! The fierce sparkle in her eyes told him she loved it
"Come, my darling!" Everett reached helpless arms to pull her to him. Beyond all reason and sense, beyond all safety and beyond his Selena's understanding, he knew Susanna would forever be a must for his fullest living.