Chapter 14
There were only two bedrooms in the Martin home. The smaller one, to the left, was empty, and clearly was Cookie's room. The larger bedroom, to the right, was the master bedroom, and Art and his daughter were in there, talking. Ellen stood back, barely able to see, listening.
"I'll tell him," she assured her father. "I mean, I do love him, and I have to make certain he loves me enough to accept you."
"Just remember," her father said, "what's between us was initiated by you. You were the one who came into my bedroom, took off my pajamas while I was asleep, and had me so hot and bothered that when I woke up, I had no choice but to take your virginity."
"And fuck me regularly ever since," Cookie said, and Ellen's breath caught in her throat.
"I don't deny it," he nodded. "But I'm alone, Cookie. Your mother has been dead a good many years, and I don't relish the idea of picking up strange women. What's between us has been your choice, and I admit I don't want to see it end."
"It won't end, Father," Cookie told him. "I think Keith loves me enough so that he's willing to share me with you."
There was silence, and Ellen risked looking inside, seeing father and daughter hungrily kissing. She realized they had a relationship exactly like the one she shared with Keith.
Art felt his erection rising to a bulge under his pants as he pressed his daughter's limber form to him. One hand found the roundness of her buttocks, and his other hand went to her blouse and unbuttoned it. He pulled it off, then unhooked her brassiere and removed that, as well. Urgently, his hand found her full, tan naked breast with its tan nipple and closed around it as if gripping it for salvation.
Her breast was something carved from amber in the sunlight, tan and hot to the touch, filled with blood that coursed through it. With a low groan, the man lowered his head and took the pointed, dark-tipped nipple into his mouth. Immediately her hand came up to press gently on the back of her father's head.
"Wait!" Cookie gasped, and Ellen thought she might have been spotted. She held her breath, but saw Cookie stepping back and undoing her jeans, peeling them down. Now she was totally naked, looking like a brunette version of Botticelli's Venus Rising From The Sea. Her breasts rose and fell softly on her ribcage, moving with her breathing. To her father, the high-hung, heavy breasts were like ripe fruit hanging on the slender trunk of her torso. As he watched, she lifted her arms and extended them to him, inviting him to return to her, and he wasted no time doing so. First, he removed his own clothing, then grabbed his daughter almost viciously and crushed her lovely nakedness to his own, but not before Ellen had seen his hard, masculine body, hairy, muscular and wide, deep-chested, with the littlest bit of pot belly. But it was his penis which caught Ellen's attention most rivetingly. It stood out from his loins as long and as thick as Keith's, a murderous tool which, if improperly employed, would tear a woman inside-out.
The man lifted his daughter in his arms as if she weighed nothing and carried her to the bed where he lay her down. He straightened up and stared at her, hands on hips, penis jerking out in front of him. Cookie looked up, smiled again, and once more held her arms out to her father.
"Lovely bitch!" the man muttered, and hurled himself between the spread-apart portals of her wide-open thighs. Cookie lay back and cushioned the man, her arms closing firmly around his back. His mouth found the hollow between her neck and shoulder while his hands continued clenching and unclenching the cheeks of her buttocks.
Art moved off slightly to the side and lay looking at the perfection of his daughter's naked body. Cookie's head was turned a bit away from him, and Ellen was able to see her face in the mirror. It was as passionate as it had looked when the girl had been with Keith.
The man's hand came up to enclose one thrusting breast as his mouth hungrily engulfed the other. He licked up one great peak to the summit of her nipple, feeling it vibrate under his tongue like a tuning fork. There was that wonderful natural taste of her as he licked the entire breast, making it wet with gleaming juices until the full mound quivered in the sunlight.
Shifting a bit more, Art lay across his daughter and grabbed both breasts in his hands, holding them in his greedy mouth. Like twin ice cream cones he sucked them in turn, tasting them again and again, making the nipples continually quiver though they were harder than gold nuggets. Leaning down, the man actually bit into the tender bud of one nipple until his daughter gasped, "Onh."
"Like it, baby?" he asked.
A low, guttural moan was her only reply, but her hands moved to her father's head and held it there as his mouth returned to her breasts. Her fingers traced his eyebrows, eyelids, nose, lips, and jawline. She shook, unable to keep herself under control.
With his hands still on her heaving breasts, he slid down a little and stabbed his tongue into the indentation of Cookie's navel. She gasped, arching her lovely body, her hips lifting, straining up to him as her hands caught his strong forearms and held onto him. Finally the man's mouth arrived at the bare space where her pelvic hair used to be. That secret place of entry was no secret to him. He tickled the top of her slit with a fingertip, then with both hands spread her tantalizing labia wide until he was able to see inside. The folds looked like security locks, fold upon fold, with yet another fold inside. But to him, this hollow was the pathway to paradise. He slowly leaned forward and let his tongue lick along the inside of one of her thighs. Then he slurped his tongue across the outer flesh of her labia minora, lapping at the clitoris at their apex. Her body once again arched, and as it did so, the man lifted his face, moved forward, and said, "Here it is my love, all of it!"
With a single lunge, he slowly forced his way into her narrow tightness, pushing, pushing, pushing, as her contracted walls squeezed around the throbbing cock and she felt pain, pain, and more pain. Cookie was so tight, the man felt' it in his eyeballs.
The beautiful brunette thought her father had divided her equally in two. The pressure was incredible, and she thought she would surely faint with the pain. It was as if she had once again been skewered straight through the length of her body, the gigantic spike cutting through her heart and digging into her throat.
Her hips sank into the mattress as if trying to pull away from the painful weapon, but there was no way to pry herself loose from it. She was stuck on the huge, pulsing organ, pinned on it like a helpless butterfly.
Easing back a little, the man flexed his buttocks and sent his throbbing organ jerking into his daughter's depths like a two-edged knife. At the same time his tongue stabbed into her mouth, making her gurgle with pain. Her hands pushed at his shoulders and she strained and squirmed trying to ease herself from under him; but there was no escaping the stabbing cock.
Slowly, little by little, she felt the knife ease out of her, and breath filled her lungs, exiting through distended nostrils. Now only the head of his cock beat inside her cunt, then the full length was stabbing in again. God! It was so huge, so hot, so hard. Cookie had been really lucky in her choice of Keith, not only as someone to love, but because his cock was very close to her father's in proportions, and as a result she always felt the same no matter which man fucked her. At the moment, her father was driving his penis in at blurred speed, making her feel hotter than ever.
Rising on his toes, Art slowly continued screwing his pulsing, hammering blood-engorged cock into her, screwing it spirally into her cunt, and in almost no time her howls and gasps of pain turned to mewls of delighted pleasure.
"Yesssss ... yesssss ... do it, Daddy, do it, do it, do it!" the beautiful brunette panted, pussy filled with the wonderful bruising length of the masculine organ to the point where her head was spinning.
Twinges fluttered through her loins, twinges she knew well each time she received him, rotating her lovely hips in a squirming motion so that he felt everything from the tip of his cock right down to the base.
"This ... the ... way . .. you ... like ... it ... baby?" he asked, as he once again stabbed his pulsing cock forward, his hips thrusting heavily as he drove into the tightness of his daughter's widespread pussy, feeling the burning rubbery walls of her elastic tunnel close tightly around him each time he sank in, absorbing his vicious tool as if intent on turning his flesh to liquid and then sponging him up. His full length was inside her now, the vaginal tunnel hot and flooded and tight as he felt his blood-bloated head slam against her cuntal back wall while his sperm-bloated balls smacked against the firmness of her tan asscheeks, below. Flexing his penis, he heard her moan as her walls were once again widened.
"Oh, God! Yes, yes, yes, Daddy!" she gasped, rotating on his throbbing penis, trying to pull it ever deeper into her tunnel. She strained to meet his pounding pound of flesh, her loins lifting to each one of his driving jerks until her ass came off the mattress completely. He was aware of her thighs wrapping themselves around his hips as she struggled to climb his pole, laboring frantically, incessant mewls coming from her whining lips.
"Hangh! Hangh!" Hangh!" the man grunted as he continued thrusting his cock into his daughter's narrow well.
Cookie felt thrill after thrill make her body reverberate as her father continued plunging ever harder into her seething cunt. He was surging into her like a maniac, and the feel of his testicles smacking against her white buttocks made her strain to pull even more of him into her, as if such a thing were possible. She opened and closed her thighs rapidly, clenching the man feverishly as she strove to meet his driving tempo, a tempo that accelerated every second, now. Oh, the wild sweet feel of a hard cock in her cunt and a hard man in her arms; especially when that man was her daddy.
With powerfully long, driving strokes, Art rammed into his daughter brutally, but now all her cries were those of total rapture, tears of happiness coursing down her cheeks in wanton abandon. The pressure in his testicles was intoxicating to the point of being painful. God! He knew he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. Soon now, very soon. He was straining to reach that final plateau, sweating bullets as he felt her reaching with him, knowing she would be there when he got there.
"Anh! Anh! Anh!" Cookie gasped, moaning out loud under her father's driving body, opening and closing her legs around his hips as she worked a pagan rhythm up and down the full length of his skewering pole, climbing him feverishly. Cookie heard her dad's fevered grunts above her own, and distantly, she heard the sound of roaring surf in her ears as her orgasm came closer.
Art was pounding into the homestretch now, hitting into his daughter with flesh-splitting crashes, driving his rock-solid cock into the clasping mouth of her anxious vagina. Her hands, soaked with perspiration, found it difficult to hold, to cling, to him. His hands somehow managed to grip the orbs of her ass, his fingers coming into contact with the puckered brownie that was her anus. A small stream of hot wetness was streaming down over the crinkle from the clenching hole his cock was solidly fucking. He ran a finger around the tiny puckered opening, feeling how wet it was with his daughter's secretions, and he began probing experimentally, knowing her asshole was no less tight in its own way than her cunt. He jabbed forward solidly with one finger, and the rubbery opening yielded a little bit. Then his finger was in to the first knuckle, the tight elasticity closing around the digital probe.
"Ghhann ggghhh! Gggaaannn ggghhh!" she gasped, her body suddenly arching even more at the lancing pressure of the finger being thrust into her rectum. God! It would hurt at first, then it would turn good, like everything else.
Cookie threw herself forward and back, forward and back. She was imprisoned, firmly impaled on a multitude of driving probes-a huge phallus in her pussy, a finger in her asshole, and a tongue in her mouth. Passion was madly filling her to the point where she was unable to decide where the pain was ending and the delight beginning.
With his finger pressing against the thin, membranous wall that separated her asshole from her cunt, Art was unable to feel his own cock moving in and out of his daughter's bouncing tunnel. He began timing his digital and penile thrusts to match, filling both tunnels at the same time.
Cookie groaned wildly under her father. She began thrashing about insanely, moving forward and back, locked onto two immovable objects. As always, her father managed to make it all so good for her, just as Keith always made things good for her. She didn't have to try any other males to know none of them would have been as good. She simply knew. At the moment her entire inner being was reaching, reaching, reaching for the end of all being. Everything had fallen away from her but her exquisite inner sensations, and she was open to anything and everything her father wanted her to feel. She was completely thrilled by the thrust of his finger in her rectum, backing into it with as much verve as she lifted her cunt to the piling that filled her tantalized cunt.
"That's it, baby, that's it, fuck harder, harder, harder," the father panted in an ecstatic agony of wanton delight. His balls were all aflame and so totally loaded he thought the outer casing of skin would split like that of a frankfurter.
Ellen stared, amazed at what she was seeing, realizing this man represented what her son would be like in thirty years. He not only had the equipment, but he knew how to use it. He would be such an easy man to love if he was as gentle and as good as he had initially appeared. A plan was already beginning to form in the back of Ellen's mind, and she knew if she was able to make things come to pass, then the future for all four of them would be a lot brighter. Still, it was possible a man who fucked his own daughter might think that acceptable while looking down on a woman who would permit her son to fuck her. It was a matter of opinion. She only hoped he would be as open-minded with her and Keith as he wanted Keith to be with him and Cookie.
At that moment Cookie's legs jackknifed, and the entire expanse of her upturned crotch was presented to her father's ferocious driving cock. Her eyes were rolling up in her head as she was caught up in the maddening throes of wanton passion, her dark hair wild, her lovely face madly contorted with excruciating ecstasy as she strove harder and harder for her ultimate release.
"DAA AAAADD DDDYYY YYYYYY ... YYY YYAAAA ANNNNN GGGGGH HHHHH ... IIIIIM MMM .. . HHHHHU UUUUUU NNNNGG GGGHHH HH... COMMMMIIIIIN NNGGGG GAAAAA GGGGHH HH ... OHH HHH ... MORRRRE ... MORRRRRE ... GIVE ME MORE ... MORE ... MORE ... FUCK!"
Her banshee wail bounced off the bedroom walls and went out into the hallway where Ellen was standing. Fortunately it was an old house with thick walls, and before the wail reached the front door, it had expended itself.
Art felt the hairs stand up on the back of his neck and his bloated balls felt ready to burst. The heat was unbearable, and he gasped like a dying fish in its death throes as he continued brutally battering his body against that of his daughter. She spasmed convulsively against him, and then he felt the dam beginning to break.
Cookie's legs locked tightly around her father, and her hips writhed in a wild dance of joy as bliss poured out of her wide-open mouth and filled the room. Art's huge load rocketed into the seething depths of her pussy as her interior strained to take more. The flow rushed into the narrow channel as he pulled his finger from her rectum. One frenzied gush after another poured into her in never-ending bursts as he panted out, "HHH HHAAAA AAUUUU WWWWWA AAA-AAN NNNNGG GGGHHH HHAAAA AGGGGH HHHHHA AAAARR RRRRGG GGGHHH HHU-UUU NNN NGGGGG GHHHHH AAAAAW WWW-WAA AAGGGG HHHH!"
Art felt as if every drop of fluid in his body had turned to semen and was pouring into the center of his daughter's cunt where it would remain until washed out. Sticky tides of cream gushed heavily into her, flooding her every crevice and pooling in the depths of her recesses. With every spurt, the man felt some of his strength ebb into the receptive cupola of his daughter's cunt.
Convulsions shook both of them as they spasmed again, again, and then again. Their bodies pressed against one another as if by straining hard enough, each one might be able to get inside the other.
At last Art fell off his daughter and lay beside her, a totally exhausted man. "Is he this good?" he asked.
"Yes, Daddy," Cookie panted.
"Now all that remains to be found out is, will he understand?"