Marty grabbed the handle to the recliner, which dumped her off of his lap and onto her feet. She stood unsteadily as he pushed himself out of the recliner. She could see the pain on his face and he grabbed his back. He didn’t pick her up, as he had the previous evening, but grabbed her hand and led her to his bedroom.
“No, Daddy. What are you doing? We can’t,” she mumbled as she eagerly allowed him to lead her to his room.
He pushed her down on her back on his bed. “Take your clothes off,” he ordered. He began to undress. He quickly pulled his shirt off of his muscular upper body, unfastened his belt and began to pull his pants down.
Jessica lay there watching him, mesmerized. Was he really going to do this again? Was she going to let him? What could she do? Why had she allowed herself to get in this position again? She knew that she was powerless against him. She knew that, in the back of her mind, she had half-hoped this might happen again! Was she that crazy? Was she that starved for intimacy?
“I told you to take your clothes off!” he said, raising his voice. “You come in there wallowing on me half-naked and pretend you don’t want it?”
She smiled and began removing her shirt, revealing her perfect breasts, her conical nipples as hard as diamonds. She thrust her chest out, eager for her father to lust for them. She raised her bottom from the bed and began to push her shorts and tiny panties down, as Marty reached and pulled them off and dropped them in the floor.
Damn, she was fine. What a fucking body! She was fucking perfect! She was so cute, and always had been. He never imagined that her body would ever fill out like this. She was as hot and as perfectly shaped as a high-end stripper. He spread her legs and, without getting on the bed, bent to kiss her between her legs.
“Yes,” she whispered as she opened her legs wide. “Kiss me there, Daddy!”
He grasped her firm young buttocks and began to lick at her drooling pussy. Oh, she wanted it. There was no doubt, whatsoever. She was as hot as a firecracker. Her pussy was wet enough to accommodate a baseball bat. He stuck his tongue out and moved his head, swiping it wetly up and down her cuntal crease and her swollen clit. He then took her clit delicately into his mouth and began to suckle it, just like he knew his wife loved. He knew just the right amount of suction to maximize her pleasure. And that was his mission – to please her so well that she would be back for more, again and again.
“Oh, Daddy, that feels so good!” she moaned. This man knew what he was doing. She was going to cum in his face soon – her body was, once again, betraying her — and she didn’t even care anymore! She had both feet on the edge of the bed, her legs spread as wide as possible, and was hunching her loins at his mouth. She reached for his head and held him there, not willing to relinquish this intense pleasure for even a moment. “Daddy! Ohhhhhh I love it!” she moaned.
Suddenly he stood and crawled up on the bed, grasping Jessica’s foot and dragging her 90 degrees so that she was laying long-ways of the bed. She scooted herself up until she was on a pillow, keeping her legs open wantonly.
He got between her legs and rubbed his swollen, thick cock along her wet gash. He couldn’t wait to impale her and give her another good fucking. If he didn’t miss his guess, this was going to be way better than last night.
“No, don’t rape me, Daddy!” she giggled, as she placed her hand gently on her father’s handsome face.
Marty fitted his blunt cock-head into her opening and pushed. He was gentle, yet insistent as he entered his daughter’s heated cunt, then, gaining leverage, pushed into her until he was completely engulfed in the warm, wet, tight sleeve of his daughter’s grasping pussy.
“Unghhhh” she moaned in delight, as he filled her with his wonderful, pleasure-giving cock. Fuck, it just felt unbelievably good! He filled her completely. He was taking what he wanted – he wanted HER, his own daughter – this thought was wildly exciting to her. She knew that he was about to give her exactly what her body craved – a good fucking.
She moaned repeatedly. Her body was out of control. She was slamming herself up to greet each and every delicious thrust of his thick cock. She realized that she was fucking him, and taking great delight in doing so. Her body was fucking him as much as his body was fucking her! They were fucking! It was incest and she, at least her body, fucking loved it!
Marty thought for a moment that he had bitten off more than he could chew. This girl was wild for it. Her long, strong legs were wrapped around him, she had both arms wrapped tightly around his back, and she was hunching upward at him so violently that she was bruising his pubic bone.
“You love a good fucking, Little Girl? Is that it?” he grinned.
“Yes, fuck your little girl, Daddy!” she yelled, thinking that she had never experienced anything so utterly exciting in her life. Even fucking Nolan was not this forbidden, taboo, and arousing!
Marty held her down forcefully and began to saw in and out of her clasping pussy harder and harder. He pistoned into her as hard and fast as he possibly could, realizing that he was about to lose his load, but unable to stop himself.
“Unggggggggggggh!!” she wailed. “Oh, Daddy, you’re making me cum!” she yelled as her orgasm washed over her. She continued to buck and jerk and shiver as she came down from her climax. She was out of breath and her chest was rising and falling rapidly, displaying her delectable, firm young breasts to the full. Finally, she lay still, her face and body covered in perspiration.
“My turn, Baby Girl. Your Daddy is going to fill you up!”
“Let me see it, please?” she begged.
Marty shrugged. “Okay, then, if that’s what you want.”
Marty pulled his cock out and stroked it. Great jets of his ejaculate shot out, the first of which landed squarely in Jessica’s face then, as they diminished in power, on her throat, chest, stomach and, finally, was seeping out and running down his cock and hand, dripping onto her pussy.
Jessica was amazed. She had a wad of cum on her forehead, nose and lips. A bit had landed inside her mouth. She admitted to herself that the taste was not bad and that it wouldn’t be at all disgusting, if she ever got the opportunity with Nolan, to suck her brother off and to even swallow his cum.
Marty, his chest heaving with exertion, was amazed at how much he had cum. Down through the years the amount of cum he produced had diminished quite a bit. He didn’t masturbate often, but when he did, he didn’t produce this much. He watched as his incomparably sexy daughter tasted of his emission. This was astonishing!
“How does it taste, Baby?” His wife certainly had never tasted of his cum. She treated it as if it were something nasty.
Jessica grinned, shyly and said, “Best I ever tasted.”
*****
The next day at school, Jessica could barely contain herself. She couldn’t have explained it, but she felt almost euphoric. Deep down, she knew that what she and her father had done was terribly wrong, but she had not felt as happy and free from worry in years. She recognized that she was probably emotionally damaged because of all she had been through. She was needy. She had been starved for love and affection. She had not felt safe. She had felt that her parents had abandoned her. Then Nolan had come home and had given her exactly what she needed – love, safety, confidence, and physical release. Her mind and body and emotions craved him and depended on him, but then he had failed her. She didn’t blame him, of course. He had done the “right” thing, but it wasn’t what she needed. She couldn’t help but think that she could seduce him again, as she had done a couple of days previously, but if he really thought it was so wrong, she knew she should not. She could rationalize it and be fine with it, but he was not willing to do that — and she admired him for it.
Now her father, even though he had “forced” it on her, had given her exactly what she needed. It was kinda like, she thought, when she was a little girl and her parents would force her to take her medicine. She realized that these thoughts were probably crazy but she didn’t care. She could think about that at some amorphous date in the future. She felt that she was on the short end of a cosmic balance. Life had treated her harshly and had almost destroyed her. She was probably damaged, emotionally, beyond repair. She was going to take pleasure and love and affection wherever she could get it. She didn’t care if it was crazy or sinful. She might even seduce him. It was more exciting if he were the aggressor and she seemed a bit reluctant, however. But she would let it happen. She might protest, but she knew how her body would react.
She found herself driving faster than usual as she headed home. She wondered if Marty would have coffee made. If not, she would make some for both of them. She would do whatever her father wanted.
She walked in the door and didn’t smell coffee, so she went into the living room to find her father. He was asleep in his recliner. She looked to see if he had been drinking but didn’t see any beer bottles around.
Marty suddenly opened his eyes. “Shit… Jess? I fell asleep. I meant to make coffee.”
“That’s all right, Daddy. I can make it. Let me change clothes first, okay?”
“You run along and change clothes. I’ll make the coffee. Do you want something to eat?”
“I think I’ll just eat some cookies, unless you want something. I can make you a sandwich,” she offered.
“No, I’m not hungry, Honey.”
Jessica’s heart was beating way too fast. She was terrified and excited. She couldn’t differentiate between the two. She went into her room and took all of her clothes off except her panties, a tiny blue thong. She pulled on one of her old, tight tee shirts. It was so ragged and didn’t fit. She reached into a drawer and quickly cut the sleeves of the shirt off, then cut off the lower half of the shirt. It was so tight that she had to wrestle it on. She looked in the mirror. The shirt was now so short that the lower portion of her breasts were exposed, the erect nipples barely covered. The shirt was so tight that it enhanced her breasts and her excited nipples were quite evident. She turned and looked over her shoulder at her ass. The thong panties were invisible, the tiny string flossing her perfect, firm bottom. She looked slutty and sexy and hot and she knew that her father could not resist her.
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