"Turned on twins" - читать интересную книгу автора (Crane David)

CHAPTER EIGHT

Jonathan Anderson moved towards the bed with his cock jutting out before him like the prow of a ship and his eyes glued to his daughter's stuffed snatch. He had not even seen a pussy in ages, his wife being modest as well as frigid, and he had never in his life looked upon such a juicy, delectable twat.

Charity pulled the rubber dick halfway out as if she intended to remove it in deference to her father's presence, but then stopped, with the big tool still half up her cunt.

A thick ribbon of cunt juice ran down the rubber stalk.

Her taut, tingling cut pressed against the rod and her hairy cunt lips were unfurled like the petals of a fleshy, pink blossom opening to the morning sun.

"It's your fault, Father…" the girl said.

He blinked. Thoughts of fault and blame were the furthest thing from his mind at the moment.

"If you'd let me fuck men, I wouldn't have to use this horrid rubber dick," she explained.

He nodded slowly. "My fault…" he said, his voice hollow.

"If I had a real cock here, at the moment…"

His eyes flickered up to her face. She was smiling. His gaze went back, compelled, to her crotch.

"But I do have a real cock, don't I?" she said.

Anderson realized that she was returning his gaze in kind. As he stared at her cunt, she gazed at his bulging crotch.

"Why… that would be… incest!" he croaked.

"Ummm… wouldn't it though… and fun, besides."

She flipped up her ass.

Anderson groaned. He rolled his eyes and grated his teeth and the muscles tensed down the long line of his aristocratic jaw. He clenched his fist at his sides and his pecker clenched spasmodically in his pants.

"Shall we?" the depraved girl asked.

Anderson was speechless.

"Let's!" she cried.

There was no way that Jonathan Anderson could tell his daughter that he would fuck her… such words would not form in his vocal cords. If they had, they would have strangled him on the way out. His throat worked. His Adam's apple heaved up and down. He took a deep breath. Then he opened his fly. Actions speak louder than words.

Jonathan Anderson did not think of the consequences, nor did he consider the recriminations of the guilt he might feel after the deed was done. He purposefully avoided any such considerations. He felt as helpless as if he had been hypnotized.

He took his pants off. He lowered his shorts.

His cock was long and fat and of a noble bearing, pleasing to the eye. Charity smiled happily. He unknotted his necktie and removed it and dropped his smoking jacket from his shoulders and unbuttoned his shirt, moving as if in a trance.

Naked, he advanced to the bed.

Charity shifted, making room for him to sit. He sat beside her nimble flank. His cock was thrusting up before his belly and the rubber dick was jutting up from her cunt.

He reached out and wrapped his fist around the hilt, of the dildo and drew it from his daughter's snatch as gently as if he were a doctor removing an arrow from a wound. He tossed it aside. It rolled across the floor, glistening with cunt cream.

"Oh, Father…" she sighed.

"Shhh… this isn't really happening," he said.

He cupped his hand over her temporarily vacant pussy and squeezed that moist crumpet gently.

Charity reached down and folded her hand around the root of his pecker, giving it a slow pump. The knob flared mightily.

Charity leaned down, bending nimbly from the waist, to get a closer look at that paternal prick. Since her face was so dose to it then, she stuck her tongue out and gave it a lick; since it was so tasty, she slipped it into her mouth and began to suck with relish, blowing down the stalk, drooling on the fat rod, savoring the fine flavor and smooth texture languidly.

Anderson stared at her face in profile, watching her cheek draw in as she sucked and her lips peel back as they slipped up and down on his cockhead.

He wondered if a blowjob was as incestuous as a fuck.

But that was beside the point… No matter what he thought about it later, sober and with his balls emptied, there was no way he could stop from screwing her now.

She seemed to be enjoying her suck of dick so greatly that Anderson was envious. He ducked his head down and commenced to tongue her creamy pussy with fluttering strokes that ran all the way up her crotch from asshole to clit.

They squirmed around into the sixty-nine position, the girl balanced on top. She rubbed her sodden snatch in his face and her head bobbed up and down on his dick. She was taking almost all of his cock into her mouth, working her lips down until her chin brushed his balls and her nose nestled in his wiry pubic hair and his big, bloated knob lodged in her gullet. Then she pulled back up, sucking through, every delicious inch of dong, until only the tip remained in her lips. She paused at the top of the stroke, slurping on that meaty slab for a moment, then went back down the towering shaft.

She had never enjoyed a mouthful of prick more than she was enjoying this one. It was her father! It was wicked and depraved and degenerate… and therefore as thrilling as it could be!

At the opposite end of this unholy coupling, Anderson was pushing his tongue as far up the twin's twat as it would reach, licking and laying the inner walls, while his lips fitted to her cunt lips and he sucked steadily on the flooded hole.

His hands cupped her hips. He tilted her ass up as if it were a chalice from which he was draining her precious nectar, gulping greedily from the hairy rim of that carnal cup.

Her cunt, already fucked to whipped cream by the rubber dick, was being drained into his lips. He tongued out mouthfuls of cunt juice and let the savory oil slide back into his parched throat, swallowing it down and finding it better than the rarest cognac.

Charity moaned and her hips darted from side to side, her ass flashing and her back arched.

She came in his fact.

For an instant, as her orgasm tore through her, her head faltered on his dong… but a moment later, as her own thrill passed, the thirsty girl was gulping merrily away on his cock once again, her head falling in a steady rhythm while her lips and tongue and cheeks pulled and massaged up and down his stalk. She was dying for a drink from her daddy's dick.

Anderson was still lapping her pussy, licking up the cunt juice that had eluded his lips and run down her crotch; he began hiking up from the bed, fucking into his daughter's eager face as it descended.

"Come," she sighed. "Come in my mouth, Daddy… Let me swallow your sweet cream…"

Anderson groaned as the thrill knotted in his loins. Suddenly his balls exploded.

Charity's head was buffeted and rocked by the force of his hot ejaculation. His geyser burst forth, whitewashing her tonsils and skimming across the roof of her mouth as it sped back into her throat.

Like a salmon fighting its way upstream to spawn, Charity forced her head down against that rising stream, taking all of his cock into her mouth as it continued to shoot great wads of thick jism down her throat.

She gulped load after load from his cockhead as his long-neglected balls pushed the sweet sap up the tube. Even after the spasms ceased, the cum continued to pour from his cockhead in loops and coils. It was the first time he'd come in a woman in three years and the deluge was titanic, but the greedy, cum-hungry girl slurped up every drop and sucked for more.

When his cock stopped spurting and dripping, she pulled her lips away and tongued it – and it stayed rampant. Delighted, but not wanting to get her hopes up prematurely, she raised her head and paused for a moment, eyeing his dick. It continued to stand in a hard, meaty tower, even without, benefit of her caressing tongue or massaging lips. It had not diminished in the slightest. It was absolutely as big and as hard as it had been when she'd first slipped it into her mouth.

In fact, if anything, that splendid prick seemed to be growing even larger.

She gurgled with joy, dropping her head and once more laying that smooth knob with her hot tongue. His peckerhead felt like a wad of iron cast in velvet, she thought. She lapped at him for another joyous moment, then rose up. She had already had a mouthful of hot meat and steaming cum. Now it was time for a cuntful of the same wonderful cock.

She drew her crotch away from his upturned face.

Anderson's eyes were closed. He continued to lick at the air for an instant, as if unaware that he had been deprived of that succulent snatch.

By the time he realized that her pussy was no longer in his face, the nimble girl had twisted around and was kneeling over him, astride his thighs, with his dick jutting up in front of her belly as if it were sprouting from her own crotch.

She bent down and ran her tongue up his prick again, tracing along the prominent ventral vein. She rubbed his knob against her soft titties; then she straightened and pushed her belly out so that her wet, parted cunt lips were clutching against the base of his shaft. Her cunt pulsed. Her lips seemed to be kissing the underside of his cock lovingly and tenderly, while her clit, like a small tongue, lapped at him.

She rose up slowly, tightening her trim thighs.

Jonathan watched her hairy cunt slide up his dick, then slip over the top. His cockhead lodged in her slot. She hovered there, like a flagpole sitter atop his tall pole, her whole slender body quivering with expectation. Then she pushed her twat down over his prick like a wet sheath onto a sword.

She pushed down all the way, sheathing him to the hilt in that slippery scabbard. Her cunt lips parted against his belly, gripping the root of his rod like a carnivorous plant starting to devour a succulent, elongated insect.

Holding him inside her to the hilt, she said, "Shall we fuck now, Daddy?"

It was purely rhetorical.

The lust-crazed fellow gasped, then nodded.

As wonderful as her lips and tongue and mouth had felt, that sensation paled beside the thrill of her talented pussy. She started working her cunt muscles, not yet rising and falling on his dork but simply massaging him with those expert, clutching cushions. Her hole closed up his rod in a series of wet rings, running up from the root to the knob, then enveloped that bulging crown in a cushion of seething cunt flesh.

Anderson responded by tightening his cock muscles so that the big plunger swelled and shrunk rhythmically up her twat, going in and out like a lung, or beating like an excited heart. They held that full penetration for a few moments, using only their sexual muscles to fondle each other.

Then Charity began to ride his dick. Her lithe thighs tensed, lifting her up until only his big purple knob was in her, then relaxed, as she slid back down to the hilt of the long wand. She repeated the stroke.

Anderson fell into counterpointal tempo with his daughter, pushing his ass up from the bed as her cunt descended, then screwing back as she pulled up his dong. They moved faster and harder. Her cunt lips were unfurled so widely that they came down over his prick like the canopy of a parachute fluttering to the earth. They sucked at his belly. Her greedy gash seemed to be trying to slurp his balls up inside her, to drag his whole crotch into her twat. She corkscrewed from the waist, rippling down her pussy like a nut winding around a screw. Then she slammed down straight and hard, taking his prick without embellishments into the very depths of her smoldering cunt. She leaned forward so that his rod passed across her cunt, then back so that, looking down his own torso, he could watch his fat dick vanish up her pink hole.

His cock was so swollen flow that it was stuffing her to the brim and spreading her hole wide. It felt like a telephone pole as it transfixed her slender loins… or a cattle prod, shooting electric spasms into her flesh via the conductor of cunt juice through which it slid.

The shameless girl was in ecstasy. The fact that it was her own father who was fucking her added immeasurably to the thrill that his dong was giving her. Seventeen years ago, she had sprung from his loins; now that safety valve of those loins had returned to her own loins and was about to fill her with the same stuff from which she had come.

The thought drove her wild.

"Come! Come!" she wailed. "Oh, shoot that boiling jism up my cunt now!"

He banged up harder and faster, eager to comply.

Charity threw her head back and her tits out. She switched her face from side to side amidst a flowing cascade of golden hair. Her teeth sank into her lower lip, her nostrils flared, her eyes narrowed with pure lust.

She was coming again, her pussy creaming on his cock.

Then he erupted in her, his cum hosing the depths of her twat with a heavy foam. He shot once, twice and yet a third time, each load as powerful as the first, pouring his quicksilver cum into her cream-filled hole with wild abandon.

At last, drained, he lay still. Charity, filled with joy and jism, rocked back and forth on his dick for a few moments. Then she stretched out on top of him and hugged him affectionately.

Anderson waited for the shame to hit him.

It didn't come.

His rational mind told the man that he should be filled with misgivings and remorse… that now that his balls had been emptied regret should rush in to fill the void.

But his rational mind did not hold sway. Fucking his daughter had been so wonderful that already the horny fellow was wondering if he would be able to fuck her again… if this had been a one-shot deal or if they would now work out some sort of permanent arrangement.

He gazed at her face.

She was smiling happily and contentedly. "Maybe… we shouldn't have," he said.

"Don't be silly… I loved it."

"You don't have any… regrets?"

"Oh, sure," she said.

He stared at her, worried.

"I regret that we finished so soon," she said. "I could sure use a lot more of your big dick…"

His pecker, which was still stuck up her gash, began to quiver and tremble as a brand new dose of passion flooded his cock and balls.

"Ooooh," she said, eyes wide, as she felt his dick start to renew itself, rising like some phallic phoenix from the fires of his passion.

Her pussy began to heat again, too.

"Oh, Daddy!" cried the happy girl. "I'm so glad that we're going to be fucking all the time! Why, I'll never have to screw the hired help again!"

Anderson saw that as a definite benefit. He wished that he had thought of it before. Why, he could even justify screwing his daughter when he thought of it that way… that he was simply helping her to remain pure and chaste and not to fuck base-born working men or resort to sordid sessions on a rubber dick…

Ignorant people might think it was incest, but Charity and he knew better!

"Will we… all the time?" he asked.

"Ummm… whenever you want to…"

That was all the time.

Now, for instance. As he turned his daughter gently over onto her back and rolled onto her, belly to belly. His cock was still up her gash, still vibrant with potency, and he began to feed it to her slowly and steadily, the urgency gone now, both of them ready and eager to linger over the joys of some long, slow fucking.

He corkscrewed in.

She pushed her crotch down, meeting his thrust with equal desire and taking his dick far up her hole.

They screwed at that leisurely tempo for a long time. Then they were both climbing towards the heights again and Anderson began to shovel the dong to his daughter like a stoker feeding fuel to a fiery furnace. And dousing those flames, in due course, with yet another load of foam from his fat hose.

She squirmed as he poured his phallic fire piston into her combustible pussy and added her own flammable juices to the heavy and turbulent flood that filled her cunt.

They clung together, waiting for passion to rise once more, intent on fucking the day away.

Somewhere a clock chimed. It was four o'clock.

But Charity had forgotten all about her appointment with the kidnappers.