Chapter 8
It was a cool Wednesday night. Too cool to sit out on the patio. Besides, Ernie was in the mood for action. The trouble was, Wednesday nights was not a good night for Sarita. Oh, she gave him what he wanted when she came back from her Canasta club, but Ernie wanted action now, and Sarita wouldn't be back for at least two hours.
Bert, his son, was out with his friend, Bob, and Ernie was in the house alone with his daughter. For the umpteenth time he concentrated on what a sweet girl she was and how she was growing up so nicely. But even now he was unable to take his mind off the swell of her breasts under the halter she had put on that evening in spite of how cool it was. God! She was stunning! Another young Elizabeth Taylor. She was even sexier than Brooke Shields. Hell! If he had taken her to one of the big cities and shown her to the modeling agencies, they would have grabbed her up for their covers. They were all looking for nymphets now. The Lolita Syndrome was once again in.
The thing was, Ernie didn't think of his daughter as a young girl. He thought of her as a maturing female, and even if she was his daughter, he was unable to prevent himself from feeling lust. Just staring at her hot body was getting him more aroused than ever. His wife was going to get one helluva workout tonight.
He was sitting on the sofa with his feet up on a footstool, and he'd already finished off his second rye and ginger. Without a word, his daughter brought him a fresh glass, and he unthinkingly took it, noting once again that for the third time in a row she had made the drink too strong. But what the hell! He was in his own home, had no need to drive anywhere, and this would be his last drink, which meant he would be able to really get it up and keep it up for Sarita. Christ was she going to be fucked!
"You work too hard, daddy," the beautiful girl with the dark limpid pools for eyes was saying to her father. "You should take better care of yourself. I mean, you worry us working so hard. We want our daddy around for a long time to come. We don't want you wearing yourself out building things for other people."
Ernie snorted at the idea of him wearing himself out. He never wore himself out.
He tossed off his drink, and Nana took it from him, wiggling her buttocks provocatively as she walked to the liquor cabinet to pour him another. God! She had some nice tight little ass.
"Uh ... no more, honey," he told her. "Too much of that stuff isn't good for me."
Nana smiled and sat across from him, and for a while the two of them watched TV while the alcohol continued soaking into the man's bloodstream. Now and again he cast a glance at his daughter, but his thoughts were no longer fatherly, and as the minutes continued passing, he wished she would get out of the room so he'd be able to bring himself under control. God! He had a flaring erection that threatened to burn its way through his pants.
Nana got to her feet and walked over to where he was sitting, putting her ass on the arm of the sofa beside him, then reaching across him, ostensibly to puff up a pillow in order to tuck it behind him and make him more comfortable. Ernie had to shut his eyes for a moment in order to maintain control of himself. This was his daughter. He had to remember that. Her big, beautiful round breasts were almost completely out of the loose halter top, spilling in amplitude over the yellow cloth. Jesus! His cock was rigid as all hell. Just thinking about his daughter's body made him anxious.
With his eyes shut, images continued racing through his brain. They were nonsensical Walter Mitty images about what he would love to do to his own daughter. Hell! There was nothing wrong with doing it in his imagination! He pictured himself fondling those full breasts, and his little girl welcoming his touch, behaving toward him like a lover instead of a daughter. The alcohol was really flooding his mind, or else he would have had himself under some kind of rational control. But the nearness of the girl, the scent of her girlish cologne, the aroma of her soft flesh, flesh that smelled as tantalizing as her mother's, had him fantasizing. Before meeting Sarita, Ernie had been one of the biggest fuck-arounds in Hollywood. After marrying her, the woman had fulfilled his every fantasy so that until his daughter was born, the idea of touching another female had never entered his head. Even then, he had kept his incestuous desires completely under control, remaining faithful to his wife. But his daughter had gotten older, lovelier, sexier, and in her way she was as desirable to Ernie as her mother still was.
Aaaaah! It was no use! He should be content to stay with Sarita and not try to dream about Nana, since Nana would never happen.
"What's bothering you, daddy?" the young girl asked, her hand reaching down and touching the top of his. He turned his hand palm-upward, to hold hers as she said, "I'm trying to make you comfy. I know I'm not as expert at it as mom, but I'm doing the best I can.
"Oh, you're doing just fine, sweetheart," he burst out, and without realizing it he began squeezing her hand. "I'm just not ... I mean, I don't really know what to do or say. You're a beautiful young lady now, and it isn't like you were a tiny tot with whom I used to play. I can't talk to you like a baby, but you're my daughter, so I really can't talk to you like a woman. I just don't know what to say to you, anymore." His voice sounded lame, even to himself.
Nana was suddenly aware of him. She was aware that what she wanted to do was going to be far easier than she thought. Glancing down, she saw the swelling in his groin, and she knew her father was thinking of her as a woman and not as a little girl, his little girl. He was aroused by her. He was even trying to cross his legs in a vain attempt to hide the erection.
"Come on, daddy, don't tell me you don't know what to say," she whispered softly, pushing now, and when he turned to look at her, she stared him straight in the eye as if daring him to look away. "I mean," she continued, "the words may be difficult in coming out," and her fingers touched his lips, "but we're both grown-ups, and we both understand what's going through your mind." Her hand brushed down the front of his shirt and ran along to sweep over his cock.
The man almost leaped off the sofa at the touch of her fingers on his cock-head, feeling it swell even more in its confined area. He jumped as if he had been hit with a magnum bullet, and his hips lunged forward to keep her hand in contact with him through the cloth, knowing it was wrong, but his brain was so fried by the whiskey at this point, he didn't care.
"God! Honey! You shouldn't be doing that!" he gasped through tightly gritted teeth.
"But it feels good to you, doesn't it daddy?" she asked, her voice a conspiratorial whisper as she crossed her white, shapely thighs, which only emphasized the V of her crotch since she was wearing shorts. His eyes were locked onto that V. "I think you must know by now I think of you as being more than just a father. But we've never really been alone like this in the past year, and we haven't had much chance to talk." When he looked at her, her eyes became demure.
"Nana...." Ernie gasped, swallowing hard.
"Yes, daddy," she whispered softly, leaning forward a little more, letting him look straight down inside her halter where he was able to see both tan nipples peeking from inside.
It was as far as he got. He was unable to keep his hands off her. He was no longer able to think in terms of a father-daughter relationship. All these years he had wanted her, seeing her grow from an infant to a child, and then blossom into girlhood, and now womanhood. With his eyes still closed he grabbed her by her firm young arms and tugged her against his chest and kissed her, firmly, right on the mouth. Though he didn't expect rejection, he was still shocked when she parted her lips and all but sucked his tongue inside. He groaned deep in his throat. No matter how much he loved his wife, it was so good kissing this wonderful female ... a real woman ... just like Sarita. She was soft, sensuous, delicate, and he still smelled her faint cologne. The flesh of her back was cool to his touch, and her full breasts mashed themselves into his hairless chest. Ernie came from a family that had relatively little hair on its collective body. His hands roamed down over his daughter's hips to the roundnesses of her buttocks, feeling how inadequately they were covered by the short-shorts she was wearing. He also noted, touching a cheek under the shorts, that she had no panties on.
His cock was stiffly throbbing, erect as a flagpole, just as it always was for his wife. Even thoughts of Sarita were unable to keep him from shrinking. Nana was every bit as delectable and beautiful as her mother, even if she didn't look like the lady. He was certain he wasn't the only man to know how arousing she was, and wondered if she had done anything with any other boys, or men. Not that he would have held it against her. Oddly enough, Sarita was the real prude in the family, and as a result, Bert, his son, had been almost as prudish. In fact, it was Bert who had chastised his seven-year-old sister for walking around outside in the summer without a brassiere top to her bathing suit, even though at that time she looked no different from any of the boys.
Ernie had always been a believer in women's rights. He felt what was right for his son was also right for his daughter. Therefore, he had given his son a lecture on baby prevention, and hoped his wife had had the good sense to talk to their daughter.
God! What if Sarita hadn't talked to the girl? He didn't dare!
"Honey...." he whispered. "We have to stop . ... "
"You don't want to stop, daddy," she murmured. "Come on, you know you want it as much as I."
"Honey, I don't want to risk making you pregnant."
"My period ended yesterday," she told him. "You can't make me pregnant, right now. Besides, my period only lasts three days, and tomorrow, the fifth day following the start of it, I can start taking the Pill, and it'll make sure everything is all right. Okay?"
Ernie wanted to tell her no, that it wasn't all right, but her tongue was in his mouth, and he wasn't able to do anything other than respond with his own tongue. The more the two of them tongue-dueled, the stiffer his cock became. He explored the entire warmth of her wet oral cave, his tongue reaching to the back of her small throat, and then his hand came around to snake under the small halter and cup the fullness of his daughter's swollenly enlarged breasts. He felt the nipples pop out like hot, hard little cutting diamonds as they razored against his palms. Mentally he continued berating himself for doing this. After all, she was his own daughter. But his liquor-fogged mind didn't seem to give a flying damn. She had as much of a thing for him as he did for her, and his weak rationalization was that a bigger crime was being committed by his not responding to her than by anything happening between them. After all, tomorrow she would start on the Pill. He would see to it, himself, bringing home some pills just to make certain she had them. As long as there was no chance of pregnancy, well why shouldn't they? His liquor-clouded mind seemed to think there was absolutely nothing wrong with the idea. She wanted it, he wanted it, and only closed minds, like those of his wife and son would object. All he had to do was keep it a secret from them.
Nana hadn't realized it would be so easy. Her hand smoothed its way over the big lump of her father's cock again and again, feeling it jump inside his pants like a kangaroo. Not only that, but she felt his large, heavy balls.
This was her daddy, but now he was more. Now he was going to be her lover, and she was going to show how worthy she was to make love to him. He was responding to her with a readiness that really surprised her. After all, she had seen him reject more than one other woman when her parents had held parties at the house. She had been in her bedroom, supposedly asleep at the time, when she had heard some women, one at a time, coming upstairs to see her father who had gone to his own bedroom to change his pants because someone had spilled a drink all over him. She had heard the firm, gentle, but tactful way he had rejected every one of those women, and she realized she and her daddy were a lot alike. She wanted him because she loved him. If sex had been her only objective, she knew some creep like Bob Wade would have been only too eager to accommodate her. But no, her daddy had always been her first choice, and after seeing her brother in action, she had decided Bert ran him a very close second. The only difference was, where she had seduced her daddy, she would have to blackmail Bert-and her mother-into performing. Yes, both her mother and her brother were her captives. But daddy was here, and this was now, and she intended enjoying him and discovering the joys of sexual connection. If her mother, who had been a prime whore, had been content to live this way with her father for seventeen years, there had to be a good reason.
Her young, inexperienced hands worked gently but quickly, fumbling a little as her tongue responded to that of her father. She finally managed to unzip his pants and her small fingers reached inside. She poked through the hole in his Jockey shorts, and her fingers clamped around the prize she had been seeking. It was hotter than she had expected, and the skin was smoother, though the tip was wet with a rubbery texture to it. Though inexperienced, she had watched her mother on film carefully, and so she knew in order to achieve maximum effect, when removing a penis from a fly, never jerk. It had to be taken out carefully, gently, and this she did, until she saw it jutting skyward. This close, it looked unbelievably huge.
"Ohhhhh ... dadddyyyy...." she moaned around his tongue, as inexpert at kissing as she was in all else she was doing, moving purely from instinct and what she had seen on that film, her hand squeezing the thick rigidity of her father's phallus as some small corner of her mind wondered how she was going to fit the entire . thing inside her tiny little cunt.
After she had looked at the film, she had re-wound it, left her brother's room, and had gone to her own room and locked the door. There, she had gotten undressed, took a hand mirror, and held it between her legs as she looked at her vagina and what a tiny hole she had between her pink lips. She was even tinier than her mother, and her mother had had a tinier hole than the other female who had been on the screen with her.
Now she wondered how this fleshy mass of thickness was going to fit into such a narrow hole. Still, her mother had taken Bert's cock in her own tiny pussy. There was no reason why she, Nana, ought not to be able to handle her father's cock, even if with difficulty.
She used both hands now, gripping it, smoothing it up and down, rubbing leaking oils from its tip into the rest of it, her hands moving from head to base and back again as she familiarized herself with it. The way it was throbbing, she thought it might shoot that white stuff she had seen in the film. One thing she had noticed was that the men in the movies always pulled their cocks out at the last minute before shooting, while her brother had kept his cock plunged all the way into their mother's cunt when firing. She assumed it was for some effect for the movie-goer, and not really right for penis to come out at the last minute.
Anyway, her father's cock was jumping madly in her hands, and she hoped he wouldn't start shooting too quickly. Boy! He was really hot for her, and it made her feel good to know it. Well, if her daddy did shoot too quickly and he was unable to get it up again, she'd have to use her blackmail scheme on her brother a little sooner. But one way or another she was going to lose her accursed virginity, and be fucked with the cock of a male she loved.
The young girl reached behind her and unsnapped her halter. Then she slid it off her arms, and finally pulled it away from the front of her, revealing her full, luscious melon-like breasts to the hungering eyes of her father. The man's hands instantly came up to squeeze them, feverishly, and the moans coming from the depths of his chest were heavy pantings of desire.
Her two small hands on his naked, stiffened length of flesh hose pipe made him gasp even longer and louder. He had almost forgotten what it was like to have some female other than his wife fondle him. Nana was acting out of instinct, but with the pictures of the movie still imprinted on her brain. Her hands rose and fell, smoothing the length of hard cock. Her breasts, for the first time, felt weighty. They were on fire. God! Her nipples were hot little spikes, and she felt her mammaries beat against her chest for a moment when he released them.
Ernie felt as if he would be able to juggle his daughter's breasts forever. But there was so much more of her to explore. He would return to her breasts a little later. First there was that tight little bud of her navel to be teased.
His testicles were churning vats of liquid wax as the sperm-count within them seemed to increase at the rate of a million a second. The pressure of her breasts, her tongue, and the touch of her hands ... it all made him feel as if his balls weren't the only producers of sperm. At the moment he felt as if his entire body was filled with white froth, froth that was rising higher and higher and would soon be spilling out of his nostrils and his ears. For the first time in a long time he not only felt aroused, but felt he was going to enjoy something totally new and different.
"Oh, daddy," Nana panted, pulling her mouth away from his for the moment and looking at her father with hooded eyes, deep and mysterious and filled with promise.
"Nana, my baby, my sweet, my love . ... " he gasped, and his hands held her tantalizing breasts up like full wine cups as he bent his face forward and sucked first one nipple into his mouth, then the other.
"Ooooo nnnnn hhhhh ... aaaaa nnnnn hhhhh ... uuuuu nnnnn hhhhh . ... " the lovely fifteen-year-old squealed, thrusting her chest farther forward in order to try and push more of her breast into her father's mouth. She wished he had two mouths that were able to fill themselves with both her breasts at the same time. She ached to feel two tongues lick her nipples, two sets of teeth bite into their rubbery hardnesses all at once.
One of his hands was snaking down her belly, moving like a gliding serpent to curl inside the top of her short-shorts. His fingers touched the delicate fluff of her black pubic hair, and Nana sighed.
"Wait...." she insisted, seeing how difficult it was for him. She leaped to her feet, and in no time pulled the shorts off.
Ernie stared at her, looking at this beautiful vision that was his daughter, this miracle of a girl. She was looking at him with a hungering delicacy, yet there was that girlish shyness about her, as well. He pulled her slender white body with the large breasts down to lie along his chest, and his fingertips blazed all kinds of satiny trails along her sensual curves and valleys, as well as along the swells that went into the making of her. God! Just to hold that naked vision and lie against her was really something.
She pulled herself away again, but this time only to smooth her hands under his shirt and feel his sparsely-haired chest. Then she smiled at him and let her hands wander down to capture the wonderful instrument that was his naked lascivious shaft, feeling the way it stood out from his fly like a big, thick salami. It was filled with veins, and the head was pulsing.
Then she did something Ernie would never have expected. In fact, Nana had at first been frightened at the thought of doing it, but thinking to herself how much her mother had loved doing this to the men on the screen, she took a deep breath, and without thinking about it anymore, dipped her head and kissed the bulbous tip of his pulsing cock.
"Aaaaa nnnnn hhhhh!" the father gaspingly groaned, and without thinking, the man shoved his hips upward, feeling the incredible, sweet, glorious, delightful sensation of her lips against that most sensitive part of his organ. Slowly, very slowly she slid her pink mouth around the enlarged crown, and Ernie felt he was about to die from the sheer bliss of his daughter's sucking lips. At any moment he would simply deflate, completely.
"Like it?" she asked, anxious to know if she had his approval as she lifted her head to stare at his face.
"Yes, yes, yes," he gasped. "Suck it, honey ... suck it!"
He was all but yelling, his hands reaching down so that his fingers interwove themselves in her long, black hair, pushing her mouth down on the head of his pulsing phallic spire again. Obediently, the loving daughter opened her lips as wide as possible and slid them over the top of the quaking cock. She moved hr mouth lower now, taking more and more of it, a little at a time, moving slowly, carefully, until Ernie felt the head of his cock pressing against her throat-opening. On the uptake she sucked hard, her cheeks pulling in as if he had a delicious malted milk hidden inside that thick straw standing out from between his legs. God! It was so thick, she found it difficult to hold all her own saliva. In fact, much of it was dribbling down the length of the phallus.
"Uuuuuu nnnnn ggggg hhhhh ... G-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ddddd uuu hhhhhh!" the man grunted out loud.
When she pulled her circling mouth back up to the tip of the penis, catching the coronal ridge behind her teeth, she popped her mouth off it and kissed her way down the underside. Then she returned to the tip, opened her lips again, and allowed the rubbery tip of the phallus to slide easily into her saliva-soaked mouth. She rubbed the flat of her lips against the underside of the phallus, teasing the webbing where the head was joined to the rest of the organ.
A shudder went charging through the man's thighs. God! He knew from the inexpert way her mouth was pulling she had never done anything like this before, but he also knew she was superior to just about any other woman capable of blowing, other than her mother. The only reason he had stayed faithful all these years was his inability to find any woman who was capable of even coming close to Sarita when it came to sex. Hell! One didn't abandon choice "filet mignon" for "hamburger", not at any time. But here was his daughter, and she was "prime rib," an alternate to "filet mignon," and his alcohol-fogged brain reasoned he would be a fool to pass up this repast.
Nana looped her mouth over his cock again and pushed her head down, this time swallowing even more of the penis. It's thickness momentarily made her gag, but she waited a moment and relaxed her throat, learning to accommodate it to the thickness of the penis. She remembered, when watching her mother perform fellatio on the screen, she had seen her head go down, hesitate for a moment, then go down again. Now she knew why. Each time her head went down, she pushed the tip of the penis to the back of her throat, hesitated until the gullet widened just enough to accommodate the cock, and then down she went again, to take the rest of it in. True, her mother was sucking on thinner, shorter penises in the movie than she, Nana, was presently enjoying. But the young girl was certain her mother had learned to engulf the entire length and breadth of this organ as well, and she had no intention of letting the older woman outdo her.
Now her mouth began riding up and down the throbbing lance, her tongue doing a whirling dervish dance around it that was sending the man climbing the walls. Apparently she had inherited her mother's cocksucking abilities because her father was in no way trying to tell her what to do, but was merely lying back and accepting everything. She gloried in this, knowing she had finally taken this man whom she had admired all her life, and had, for the moment, reduced him to a whimpering hulk over whom she had total control.
The weighty cock continued pulsating between her tantalizing lips as she struggled for more breath. She began sucking again, moving her head more rapidly than ever. Her lips rose and fell, compressing tightly around the throbbing shaft. She felt the flesh of the ovaled lips pulling out each time she slid her mouth over the tip.
The handsome father was squirming and wriggling, humping his powerful loins up and down in time to the greedy way her discovering mouth and tongue played his masculine organ. She was learning faster and faster, and knew by the time this session was over, she would be as good as any whore of twenty years-experience.
Her body was on the side of the sofa now, kneeling on the cushions as she sucked, and his hands were running over her flesh, memorizing her lovely shape, like an actor rehearsing his lines for a part. One hand once again found the brush between her thighs, and this time delved a little deeper to discover the virginal wetness. A finger slowly probed into the narrow interstice, moving slowly, carefully, in no way wanting to harm, and his belief in her virginity was suddenly assured when his finger touched the membrane of her hymen. But God! She was a sopping fountain in there. She was juicy and filled with desire for him, as much desire for him as he had for her. Had he known earlier how she felt, he might have been disposed to do something about this long before now, or so his drunken mind reasoned.
God! He wanted to fuck his cock into that tight little cunt of hers. It was just, in a way. When he had been a fuck-around in Hollywood, he had never had a virgin. When he had gotten married, his wife hadn't been a virgin. He had been robbed of virgins all his life, and though he had never thought in terms of having missed anything, having discovered his daughter was a virgin, his sotted mind suddenly felt the need to know what it was like to remove a maidenhead. He wanted to fuck his long, thick cock into this narrowly squeezing tightness. But at the same time he didn't think he would bear being able to have her take her mouth off his cock.
As a substitute, he rubbed his finger up and down his daughter's slippery slit, and he was gratified to feel her cunt instantly thrust against the finger, giving him even greater access to the swollen, opening lips of her ripe, plump pussy, letting him feel the inner secrets her vagina had to reveal. Her mouth and tongue never once stopped their diligent and loving labors on his shaking, jerking phallus.
As his hand slid against her hot and juicy canal, her tongue whirled like a mixmaster, licking and sucking. The man was in heaven, a heaven brought on by someone other than his wife. He had waited this long to be unfaithful to Sarita only because he knew that he had wanted someone who was his wife's equal, and he had found that someone in his own daughter. He was still unclear as to how all this had started, but his mind was in no mood to sort out what had happened. It had happened, and that was all that counted.
"Uuuuu nnnnn hhhhh aaaaa nnnnn hhhhh!" he groaned out loud, lifting his hips now, trying hard to cram even more of his driving, seeking phallic spear even farther down her sucking throat, feeling her lewdly erotic oral cave suck all the more strongly. His hand was sluicing through her tight narrow slit with only one finger because she was so tight, two fingers would have hurt her. Yet he knew he had to widen her, and so as he rubbed his fingers up and down, he finally forced a second finger into her, making her elastic opening widen and yet not probing too deeply, afraid to puncture her hymen. That little bit of membrane had to be saved for his cock.
His palm rubbed against the ball of her clitoris, and she shuddered, reverberations charging through her as a whole new world of sensation suddenly opened up to Nana. The pressure on that little button had made her realize how much she had been missing, and it also was, as far as she was concerned, another black mark against her mother for not having told her about all this sooner. She shook and moaned around his cock, sucking harder than ever.
Nana gasped, wanting to bite, but restraining herself, though she did chew just a little. She pushed her face lower this time, cramming more of his cock than ever into her gullet until her nose was rubbing into his pubic hairs and she was inhaling the full scent of his masculine groin-and loving it. At the same time she felt his fingers stretching her narrow little fundament, as his palm touched her clitoris again and again, her vaginal center sloshing around and around, almost totally out of control. The sucking sounds her mouth made as she pulled on the cock were matched by the sloshing noises of his finger moving in and out of her mushy pussy. That finger was sending shuddering signals through her entire body, and so she began frenetically increasing the way her compressing lips sucked on the man's hard meat.
Her daddy was almost there. But then, so was she. She felt the blood raging in his throbbing organ added to the fevered lifting and lowering and thrusting of his loins as he tried to completely gag her with his probing phallus. He sensed how close she was, and dug his two fingers into her cunt a little more harshly, still careful not to probe too deeply. Her head was bobbing faster and faster, and Nana spread her thighs even wider, hoping to attain this initial orgasm if only to discover what the hoopla was really all about. But her daddy would come unglued when she sucked him dry, for she had seen the way her mother had licked up the white fluid spurting from the penile tips of the men she had sucked, then putting the spurting cocks back in her mouth, she had sucked until the men were dry, and she had swallowed it all. If her mother was able to do that with those men, certainly she, Nana, would be able to do it with this man whom she loved-her father.
Ernie dug his fingers desperately into the slipperiness of her tightly milking cunt, feeling the way it sucked his digits as if they were the most wonderful probe in the world. He rubbed the heel of his hand all the more firmly against her clitoris, using his willpower to keep his fingers from puncturing her cherry. The girl ground her pelvis greedily against his fingers as if her cunt wanted to open wide and engulf his entire hand.
Having seen her mother with those naked men, Nana found something exceedingly delightful and arousing about sucking her father's cock while he still had his pants on. The sight of his upright spire protruding from his fly, all wet with her saliva, and then her lips taking it in right down to the root was something totally gratifying. Nana tasted the wonderful flesh of this instrument that had been the power behind her own creation, feeling the head push into her clinging gullet, and then abruptly the organ reappeared as she zipped her face upward until only the knob was between her lips, her tongue licking into the tiny little slit that was continually oozing copious quantities of oily fluid.
Ernie had one hand clinging to her head, pushing her lovely face up and down while her mouth engulfed his massively pulsating fleshy stem, while the two fingers of his other hand shallowly dipped into her honey-pot as his palm continued massaging her clitoris. Nana was only too aware of the inching forest fire building in her caused by the pressure of his knowledgeable fingers. Above her own soft moans she heard the shuddering grunts of her father as his breathing seemed to sound tortured, coming from fiery lungs.
"Suck me, baby, suck me, suck me, suck me!" he gasped as he continued grinding his vibrating phallus into the voracious tunnel of her heavily salivating mouth. He was harder than ever, thicker than ever, like rigid steel, forged with the strength of knowing his erection wouldn't shrink no matter what happened. If the world were to fall apart at this moment, it would have done nothing to stop the man. Had he not been so busy, concentrating on bringing his daughter pleasure, he would have wept with joy at the discovery that she ached to be fucked by him as much as he had ached to fuck her.
Not that this lessened his feelings for Sara. Hell, no! He loved his wife more than ever. If anything, this would bind him all the more closely to her, because he would not take her abilities for granted any longer. Being able to feel the differences between her and his daughter, he would be able to appreciate the two of them that much more. Drunk as he was, he knew full well this wasn't going to be his only foray with Nana. This was only the beginning, and because his mind was almost soused, he was able to admit, openly and freely to himself, that he loved the idea. The one thing he really would have liked would be to fuck the two of them at the same time, but at that moment he was quite convinced he would never be able to pull off a coup like that. Still, that would have really been something. Nana would love the idea if he ever talked to her about it. But Sara was a real prude. Now that she knew about so-called right and wrong, she was very strict about the way her children behaved. Hell! He wasn't the one who had taught it to her. On the contrary, it had been the damn Baptist preacher. This was the Baptist Belt, and the crazy southerners down here acted as if they had invented God, and religion was only good when it was their religion, and it was followed scrupulously. Even now, the KKK was on the rise again, and he was thankful his wife belonged to one of the crazy Baptist churches so the ignorant assholes who belonged to the KKK didn't come breaking in on him sometime in the future.
Ah, but at the moment he was in heaven, with his rock-solid erection moving in and out of his wonderful daughter's slobbering mouth. He wondered how many of these Baptist southerners usually made a habit of fucking their daughters while righteously preaching other bullshit. He wouldn't be surprised if the fat old minister screwed his own three ugly daughters since no one in town was interested in them. Hell! One thing about Nana! She wasn't ugly, she was beautiful, and he was slamming his cock into that wonderful mouth, and she was taking it all ... hot, hard, and all.
Ernie felt the continually building pressure in the swirl of his throbbing testicles. The semen was surging back and forth and seemed to build higher and higher with the passage of every shattering second. He wondered for a moment if he ought to try and separate his searing cock from her leeching mouth in order to take that damned virginity, but the thought of parting with that greedy, sucking vacuum between her oral lips was unbearable. He lifted his hips and cradled her lovely, naked shoulders so that she curled against him, turned with her cunt toward him and her mouth still filled with his cock, though it almost put a strain on her neck. His fingers foraged all the more furiously in and out of the dimple of her pussy, and now he rubbed his thumb across her clitoris to stimulate her even more.
The rich ebony fleece of her pubic covering was matted and soaking wet with seeping, dripping, Oozing fluid from the inner depths of a cunt that had never before leaked in this manner. He ached to taste that quim, to savor it, to know the difference between it and that of his wife, for each cunt had its own special taste and aroma. He wanted to drink down all that juicy love dew that let him know she wanted him, but again he was unable to gather the strength he needed to make her twisting lips remove themselves from the cock they sucked in order to draw semen, eventually. He was closer than ever to the gushing point.
"Ummmmm ... hhhhh mmmmm ... gggglllllmm-mmm ... wwwww mmmmm ... uuummmmmm ... mmmmm ... hhhhh mmmmm...." she moaned unintelligibly around the throbbing penis, her mouth so full of near-exploding phallus she was incapable of being articulate, as wild, raging, riotous sensations continued charging through her own fiery interior. She was so close, and edging even closer. Never having attained such a feeling before, she was not only curious, but a little afraid of it. Even so, she wanted her daddy to come, aching to feel her mouth filled with his steaming, creamy seminal fluid. She was trembling aware of how close to the brink she was, not yet certain what was going to happen, unsure if she really wanted to find out.
Ernie's fingers, moving in and out less than an inch into her seething central interior, made continually louder slurping noises as her wetly wanting pussy clung to those fingers. Her rounded hips were spinning and flailing as they rolled, grinding the sopping, hair-matted, quivering pussy" all the harder against his pillaging fingers to maintain the sensual agitation at its most frantic pitch of sensation as her too-full mouth vainly attempted to communicate to him that she wanted the fingers thrust even deeper. Her face was rising up and down, her mouth moving more and more quickly, her head bobbing at an incredible rate of speed, her lips moving and pulling on his screaming cock, her hips contorting wildly to the increasing tempo.
That was when Ernie felt his daughter stiffen. She became as rigid and unyielding as a corpse in a state of rigor mortis, and her mouth clamped all the more tightly as her teeth raked painfully on the throbbing organ. The pleasure-pain of her nibbling teeth set off the ignition cap in his cock, his balls wadding into great big knots as he came.
"YYYYY AAAAA RRRRR GGGGG UUUUU NNNNN GGGGG HHHHH AAAAA UUUUU NNNNN GGGGG HHHH!" he bellowed, his feet, flat on the floor lifting his buttocks off the sofa, his cock spewing one blast of seminal fluid after another in a mighty roar against the back of her sucking throat.
His two fingers were suddenly clasped by the powerful vising muscles in her vagina, and though only the upper digits, above the first knuckle, were trapped in her, they were tightly trapped. His thumb pressed on her clitoris, and his last two fingers reached forward and pressed on her pubic bone, and that was when she came, feeling the power of orgasm for the first time.
"GGGGG LLLLL UUUUU CCCCC HHHHH RRRRR GGGGG LLLLL UUUUU PHHHHH WW-
WWW UUUUU CCCCC HHHHH AAAAA UUUUU WWWWW GGGGG LLLLL PHHHHH MMMMM PHHHH AAAAA WWWWW CCCCC HHHHH!" she gagged as she came. She came repeatedly, her gushing juices washing over her father's fingers and running down her thighs, her cunt clinging to the fingers pressed into it as if holding onto a life preserver. Her rigid form shuddered in continual quaking spasms, her thighs trying hard to wrap themselves around his forearm. Her orgasm was as violent as the one she had brought on her father.
She sucked and swallowed as fast as she was able, gagging and spluttering because his juices came even faster than she was able to handle tbem. It was a jet-stream of fluid that was propelled into her throat again and again. She sucked and drank, wallowing in the taste of the white fluid, a cannibal who was swallowing millions of brothers and sisters she would never know. At the same time she was aware of the flaming lava erupting from her own inner cavern, coming from her with such force, she was certain the entire sofa must be burnt to a crisp by now.
Now the quakes began to lessen in their intensity, and though still shaken by them, she continued sucking, aware the flesh hose in her mouth was softening and relaxing. Slowly she raised her weary mouth from the penis in time to see the littlest white drop emerge from the tip. Her tongue leaped out and snapped it up.
No wonder her mother drank so heartily. No wonder she had enjoyed doing it all. Yet even now, Nana knew she would never be able to enjoy sex without love. It was the strong love she felt for her father, and the love he gave back to her, that had made it all so intensely wonderful.