Chapter 1
It was my nineteenth birthday and I was spending it alone. Paul, my husband, had gone on a business trip. He was a sales representative for a big company and his job often took him out of town for about a week. But this time he'd been gone for eight days and nights and I missed him terribly. Married for less than a year, we still had a fire burning in us. When he was home it was wonderful. We fucked a lot. And that made it difficult when he was away. He called earlier to wish me a happy birthday and to say he loved me and how much he missed me, but that was small comfort. I needed him here with me. I needed his cock in my pussy.
He said he'd be home Monday. I sighed at the thought. A whole weekend separated me from my husband.
I decided to take a shower, so I went to the bathroom and undressed, staring at my reflection in the full-length mirror on the door. "My honey-haired cheerleader," he called me. I felt that my breasts and butt were a bit too big. I looked hard at my breasts. At least they didn't sag. They were firm, high-riding. I looked between my legs where my patch of (yes, also honey-blonde) hair hid my crack of a cunt, then ran my hands over my hips and belly. I was warm and getting hot. My body tingled all over. I touched my breasts, and a lance of fire shot through me. My nipples were rigid, my tits swollen. That hot shaft was really running up and down my body now, spearing through my asshole and vagina and up to my breasts. I spread my legs, dropped a hand down and cupped my vulva. God, my pussy was hot! I began stroking it. Ah, waves of pleasure! I rubbed my clitoris with my middle finger. "Paul," I gasped, "I need your cock." Then I squeezed my boobs and stroked my cunt harder. "I want to be fucked! I want your big dick in my pussy!" I shuddered as a mini-climax ran through me. I moaned, arching my back and hunching my cunt.
It had felt good, but it wasn't the real thing. The real thing was a stiff throbbing prick deep in my cunt. I sighed and took a shower. A whole weekend ... I thought.
I was sipping a glass of wine and trying to figure out how to occupy myself for three days when I suddenly thought of Daddy. It had been a few days since I'd talked with him on the phone. And the more I thought about him the more concerned I became. His wife, my stepmother, had died six months ago and Daddy seemed to grow more and more despondent. I decided to give him a call.
The phone rang a half-dozen times before he answered, and when he did it was with a faint hello.
"Daddy, this is Fawn."
"Hey, honey," he said. "You know, I was just thinking about you."
"What a coincidence. I was just thinking about you. How are you doing?"
"Oh, the same, you know. I'm all right, I guess. Just trying to...." his voice trailed off. "Well, you know. How is Paul?"
"Oh, he's fine. He's gone on a sales trip-been gone for over a week. He'll be back Monday."
"And how are you?"
"Oh, I'm okay," I said. "I'm just ... well, I don't know what to do with myself for a whole weekend."
"Why don't you come visit me? You could stay for the weekend. Do you realize how long it's been since I've seen you?"
"You know, I think I just might take you up on that."
"Why don't you drive over this evening and we'll have a birthday celebration for you."
"A birthday celebration!" I exclaimed.
"You didn't think I'd forget your nineteenth birthday, did you?"
I packed a few things in an overnight case, left a message on the telephone recorder in case Paul called and drove to Daddy's. He lived in the suburbs, about a half-hour's drive.
"Daddy?" I called out.
"In here, honey," he answered.
I entered the kitchen. Daddy was opening a bottle of wine.
"Hi," I said.
"Hi, honey." He embraced me. "Decided to pay your old man a visit at last, huh?" He smiled at me, but he had a drawn look and his eyes were sad-looking. "Let's have a toast," he said, pouring two glasses. "To my beautiful nineteen-year-old daughter."
We sat and talked and drank wine that evening, and the more we talked the more I understood just how down my father was. He put on a cheerful face but it was clear he was hurting. I wanted to comfort him.
I went to the kitchen to get more wine. While I was at the counter Daddy came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me and touched my cheek with his. "Honey...." he said softly, "honey, I'm so lonely."
I raised my hand and stroked his cheek.
"Let me just hold you like this," he said, rubbing his warm cheek on mine. His heart was thudding. He moved his crotch in slow circles against my rump. I felt his penis growing.
"Oh, baby," he breathed in my ear, "let me love you."
"Oh, Daddy," I said softly.
He brushed his lips on my neck, and his hard cock was pressed against my ass. Now my heart was thudding. He ran his hands up under my blouse and bra and palmed my breasts. "Oh, honey, it's been so long," he whispered. "I need you."
"Ah, Daddy."
He massaged my breasts, rubbing my nipples with his fingers. I was on fire. My swelling titties were hot, and my cunt was wet.
He pushed his dick on my butt and hunched my rump. I gasped with pleasure when he reached a hand inside my panties, stroking my pussy.
"Be my woman," he said. "Oh, honey, be my woman."
He turned me, wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. His tongue snaked between my lips and touched mine. A thrill swept through my body. He pressed his throbbing penis between my legs, slid my blouse and bra up and went down on my tits, flicking his tongue up and down on my nipples as he sucked my mounds.
"Oh, Daddy!" I moaned.
"Be my woman," he repeated.
"Yes, oh, yes!" I gasped.
He lifted me up, carried me to the bedroom and laid me on the bed. He licked my belly, then moved his head down and sank his tongue in my belly-button. He slid my panties off and raised my legs, then dipped his head between them. He lapped my slit. I thought I'd die! Then he sank his tongue into my cunt.
"Oh ... ah!" I groaned. "Oh, Daddy, your tongue!
It feel so good!"
I pressed my hands on his head, threw back my legs and thrust my ass up to give him full access to me. He jabbed his tongue in and out of my hole, zipping it back and forth on my clit. I pushed my crotch into his face and moved my butt around. His darting tongue sent flaming shivers up my vagina.
Suddenly he tore at his pants, pulling them down. I gaped at his prick. It stood up, pulsating, long and thick and rigid. Then he got on top of me, guided his dick to my vulva and entered me.
"Oh, baby," Daddy said as he slid his peter up my vagina. "Oh, you're so hot, so tight, so wet."
"Oh, Daddy!" I gasped.
He didn't stop till he had his whole rod in me, then he slowly drew it out and pushed it all the way back in. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, and that's when he really began fucking me, driving up and down my cunt in long solid strokes.
"Oh!" I cried. "Daddy, your cock's so big! It's so long and thick!"
He grasped my buttocks with both hands and plunged his peter in to the hilt.
"Now, baby, now!" he cried out.
"Oh, God! Oh, darling!" I groaned in pure lust. "Ah, you're filling me up! Oh, Daddy, I'm gonna cum!"
I jerked my ass up and thrust back at him. He was really pumping into me. A sweet sensation jabbed through me all the way to my gut. "Ah, sweet fuck!" I gasped. "Sweet hot fuck!"
"Oh, baby," he moaned. "I'm gonna cum in your pussy!"
"Do it, Daddy! Do it!"
He increased his strokes, hammering it to me like a piston. Then he let out a groan and gave a mighty heave-the first hot spurt of his cum. It splashed way up in my cunt. God, he was fucking me so deep! He kept pouring it in me, plunging his rod up my quim, squirting gob after gob of sperm in me. I thought it would never end-and I didn't want it to.
After we screwed we lay there, his prick still in me, just holding each other, basking in the glow. "I love you, honey," he whispered in my ear. "Oh, Daddy, and I love you."
"You're so beautiful."
He ran his hands over my body. I felt his pecker getting hard. He began making little balling motions. His cob was growing in my quiff. He raised himself and knelt on the bed. I wrapped my legs around his waist. And when he licked and sucked my titties I cried, "Oh, you're getting stiff again! Daddy, you're going to give it to me again! Screw it to me! Oh, darling, you've got the biggest cock!"
His huge thruster was driving me out of my mind. "Fuck me, Daddy!" I cried. "Pump it into me! Oh, sweet Daddy, you're giving me the fuck I need!"
He screwed me for a good five minutes, fast and hard, before he spewed his load. I couldn't believe it!
"Oh, Fawn, I'm gonna cum in you again," he finally groaned.
"I want it, Daddy! I want your cum! Squirt it in me-squirt my pussy full of hot cum!"
"Hot fuck in your cunt!" he cried out as he unloaded in me.
It was heaven.
After Daddy went to sleep, I lay in his arms, blissfully satisfied but thinking. We had committed incest, and that was taboo. But I felt no shame, no guilt. On the contrary, I felt supremely happy and fulfilled. Daddy loved me and I loved him. He needed me as only a man could need a woman. Our fucking had been wild but, at the same time, filled with love for each other. There was nothing wrong with it. Nothing that good could be wrong. And it was good! God, how Daddy could fuck. He'd given me all I wanted, and more. I looked at him lying there. Even though he was in his forties, Daddy was in good shape. And he was handsome.
I thought of my husband. I had never committed adultery. But again, there was no guilt. I loved my husband. We had a happy marriage. Paul was sensitive, open-minded, handsome. And he was a sensuous lover. He gave me all I wanted-when he gave it to me. That was the problem-his damn sales trips. His being gone for a week or more at a time. But, other than that, our marriage was great.
No, I felt no guilt after committing both incest and adultery. As a matter-of-fact, the more I thought about it the more aroused I became. My father had fucked me. My own father! My heart raced with a strange perverse feeling. Even though I felt no guilt I knew that I'd been unfaithful to my husband and shattered the taboo between father and daughter. I allowed the feeling of perversity to grow. At the same time it was mixed with love-love for my father and husband. I wanted to share my body with them.