Father and daughter stared at each other, back to Abby, then back at each other.
"She's mad!" gasped John.
"Insane-or drunk!" Cheryl said. "I've never had the slightest desire… ”
"Nor I," John agreed.
"Prove it," said Abby coolly. "Take off your clothes and embrace each other. If I'm wrong, we'll all know it.”
"That's the craziest-”
"Stupid!" echoed Cheryl.
"Prove it!" cried Abby. She got up and sat on the sofa with a demonic grin.
"I don't have to-" began the old man. But Cheryl had already started to remove her clothes with a savage look in her eye.
"Take it off, Dad. Let's put Miss Smartpants in her place.”
John grunted and began to whip off his clothes. Cheryl quickly undressed to nudity, blushing, but with her head held high. She stood proudly, naked before her father with a look of superiority. John undressed to his shorts. He also blushed as he raised his eyes to his daughter's long-legged, luscious beauty.
Suddenly Cheryl spun and turned her back to him, hiding most of her charms.
"There. You see, Abby? You're wrong.”
"Your father," said' Abby softly, "has a fabulous hard-on.”
"I was only-I merely-" gulped John. There was a thick, odd silence in the room. The air seemed close. Cheryl felt things slide around inside of her and change. She felt a tremendous heat in her belly, a tingling in her nipples, a delicious tightening of her thighs and legs in anticipation, A weird, heavenly pleasure started in her toes and moved slowly up her body, making her feel luxuriously sensual. Still she stood there, back to her father, sensing the death of her old safe world and the heady realization of what she really wanted. A thousand images of their years together floated and flashed in her mind-parts of scenes-and always that delirious possibility of incest. A hand brushing. Bodies accidentally bumping. Her blush deepened. Her breathing went short.
John hooked his thumbs in his shorts, stood there a moment, rocking on his heels, then slowly peeled them down. His big cock, darker than the skin of his belly, thrust upward in the furious lock of a hungry hard-on.
"I don't see anybody embracing," said Abby from the sofa. Her voice was low; she watched the two nude figures with deep fascination.
Cheryl turned and walked towards her father.
"I-I-" he stuttered.
She stopped a pace short. He took a pace forward. Cheryl's eyes stared into his as if seeing him for the first time. His agonized eyes darted, then reluctantly settled on hers. Father and daughter stared deeply into each other's souls. Her hand went down to take his cock and press it against the youthful smoothness and flatness of her belly. His arms went behind her to embrace. She slid, he hugged, and they locked. Abby's breathing was as loud as theirs.
He began to flex his loins and move his cock on Cheryl's belly. Her hips began to undulate.
Heads merged. Lips touched. Cheryl uttered a half-sob of desire and relief at not being rejected as his hard, demanding mouth made her lips weaken, as his hot male tongue performed the first body invasion of incest, digging into her mouth. Cheryl felt so sexed up she wanted to jump out of her skin -and stay in it for the incredible thrills that were promised. She sagged against her father, accepting his French kisses with eager sucking of her own, her smooth belly working against his powerful erection. In this shocking, delirious new world of sex, she was hardly aware of Abby and cared not one iota that Abby had opened the door, to Cheryl's loss of ego.
They moved as in slow motion, father and daughter turning toward the sofa, his prick glistening with pre-seminal fluid, Cheryl's cunt gleaming with the hot oils of her deep needs. Abby moved out of their way, caught in the mood, not daring to say a word or utter a sound.
It reminded Abby of an execution and, indeed, they were executing a deep, hidden urge that had blocked the flow of their emotions for years, by its being blocked through social taboos. Cheryl slid on her back, gracefully, eyes closed, legs opening. Father came down in her saddle with the merest sound of a cry that covered the simmering volcano of his feelings. Cock paused before cunt lips. Both father and daughter took hold of the powerful prick to guide it to Cheryl's cunt lips. Then John began to thrust and fuck into his daughter, driving the cock slowly into her body, impaling her.
Cheryl gave a soft, tender cry. "Oh!”
She came at once with his cock only halfway up her vagina, in a light, fluttering orgasm that sent thrills rushing throughout her body. She was so eager for the passion of this fuck that she would've fainted if she had not gotten a little relief at the breaching of her cunt.
Then came the slow, delicious movements of his prick up and down her slick, gripping cunt. They were like two hypnotized persons, both aware of the other's opening sexuality. She sensed that his body contained a boiling, itching flood that he feared would be triggered too soon. He sensed that her deep needs had to be met with continuing rising friction. Everything depended on that hard prick holding its fury while he satisfied her to lift her to her heights before it was released.
At first they barely touched, father holding daughter's firm hips and driving his prick slowly in and out of her cunt while she thrilled. She opened her eyes and looked at him, then around the room, as if not wanting to focus as she experienced this unique fuck.
He could not believe the tightness, the spring of her young cunt. Especially, his flood was threatened by the fierce body heat of her vagina and the rich syrup she exuded to bathe the moving prick. Abby was like this, but older women were not. Despite his daughter's wild charges, he hadn't seduced any other young daughters of his clients.
There was reluctance. This was the kinkiest sex of all, the great social taboo, so both of them still held back some of their passion.
"Beautiful!" breathed Abby.
She stood to one side, undressing. This slow, sensual father-daughter sex turned her on like fury and she had to stop and jog her cunt in empathy. This had to be the master sex of all.
John leaned forward and his left hand cupped his daughter's full, springy right breast. His mouth centered on the other nipple which he sucked between his lips. A thousand times he'd dreamed of those breasts, partly his creation, yet not of him.
"Aaaa-uuuuuuu." went Cheryl as she arched up. Her cunt, her belly, her thighs, already burned with white hot flames. The attack lifted her body to such an intensity that she had to come again. It wasn't the heavy, atom-smashing full orgasm that lie ahead. It was a light, fluttering set of satisfying quakes that burned off some of her unmanageable passion.
As John felt the girl's cunt skitter and throb, he had to stop and hold the fierce, aching flood that waited for her inside of him. His cock was crazed in pleasure, every pore soaked with friction joy, baked by her hot, wet cunt. His cock throbbed, but to his relief the quakes were dry-throbs and he held his semen.
To Cheryl it was like a great wheel turning over, the door of a blast-furnace oven rolled aside to release her hot flames of desire.
"Oh, fuck, fuck,.fuck. fuck me, Dad!" she suddenly cried, and began to buck her loins under him, increasing the tempo. Everything changed in her life as her animal lust crushed her desire for respectability and fear of taboos. She felt like she soared in the universe, with the unmasking of her deepest, most secret urge-to fuck her father.
"Dad, ah, ah, ah. Your prick is Heaven. Fuck-a baby in me!”
More controlled than his daughter, his own lust more buried, he turned on when he heard his words. To express the final, forbidden act was to open up everything between them. He knew it was impossible to impregnate her, due to the Pill, but she'd told him of her final love, a woman's willingness to grow his seed in her body.
"You-hot little bitch-I want to fuck-your teeth off.”