John Wallace broke into a galaxy of obscenities with the final release of inhibitions. He babbled wild, crazy things as he drove his prick hotly in her cunt. Faster, faster, thrills coming faster, shocks of pure heaven-delight, new madnesses burning inside of him…
Abby, kneeling beside the sofa, jogging herself with an arm around John's shoulders, felt the furious animal passion and heat of the two fucking bodies. She cheered with little cries of ecstasy. She could see the glistening red prick ram and retract, ram and retract, making Cheryl's girl juice bubble with the pressure. She'd never seen a tight girl cunt so swollen and open. Cheryl's sex lips were a deep cherry red.
Furious now, they galloped, gasping, rocking spewing out fragments of sensations-"Belly- killed -hot -fuck -deeper -glazing-oh, ah, yeh, yeh yeh, uh, uh, uh-" They kissed, slobbered, bit and scratched.
Suddenly Cheryl's trim loins stopped moving. She threw her head back and gave a great, wounded cry. Inside of her the spinning universe came to a thrilling halt. Her eyes saw diamond-bright flashes of light. Her belly froze and locked like a steel vise, living rigid marble. Every nerve stilled as her heart pounded, ready for her ultimate orgasm.
"Fuuuuuuuked-crazzzeeeeeee!" she screamed.
Then she began to buck and cum, each spasm a fierce squeeze on her father's prick.
"Yah.Ha. Oh. Ha, ha, ha,” she wept in broken, shattering tones as her body gave an exquisite performance of twists and thro magnificent pleasure.
John should've broken at this moment. His control had been too great. It was as if his efforts were so successful that his swollen, locked up cock wouldn't break the seat and empty. He wanted to spend into his beautiful daughter's guts while she came.
Then he felt an incredible sensation, totally new. There was Abby's breath on his crack, her wet tongue digging down. Her tongue reamed his asshole.
He exploded with hardly a freeze. He took a deep breath:
"Aaaggghhh- goooooone!" he sang.
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
His overworked cock spent fiery gushes of relieving fury, seeding his daughter's cunt, free and openly, as he achieved his darkest desire. The spuming bursts matched Cheryl's continuing massive orgasm.
"Ah,oh, ah, ah, ah," she whimpered, dying her sweetest sex death.
"Ah-huh, ah-huh-ah-huh-" he gasped, letting his pleasure-maddened balls and cock gush out, as if every organ inside of him were to be forced into Cheryl's body by the furious back-pressure.
Cheryl, completely fucked out, hardly conscious went into her after spasms, rising to tension, throbbing and falling off, back into a velvet, luxurious euphoria.
"Oh, Dad, Dad, Dad," she sighed.
He, too, learned that he had reached beyond his normal limits of passion. Even after a long series of liquid explosions, his cock continued to lock and throw, lock and throw, when there was no more to spend, but the pleasure of the sex spasms was as great as if there had been.
At last peace came to the two of them as John collapsed on Cheryl's body, cock still buried in her cunt, awash with their mingled fluids and they enjoyed the ultimate moment of fabulous peace that follows a master fuck. Animal bodies were thoroughly purged and human souls had broken through the last inhibition to expose and conquer the darkest fear and joy of their lives.
Cheryl lay there with her heart singing. For the first time in her entire life she had had an orgasm without having to think of female sex. It had been the premium orgasm of them all-and her strange hang-up was finally overturned. She lay in utter abandon, hugging her father and laughing quietly to herself…
Later John Wallace slept in the other room, the bedroom, while the two girls sported on the sofa. A magnanimous Cheryl lay back naked, legs wide apart, while Abby sucked her cunt. The hot redhead could not let go of this huge sex scene that she wished had been hers-“but my father just doesn't turn me on like yours does.”
Delicately, fingers twined in Cheryl's cunt hairs, Abby worked the smooth skin and sipped John's male nectar from the slippery cunt of her roommate. It was the kick Scotty savored, so Abby had to try it too, and it turned her on, especially since she'd seen John plant his semen in Cheryl's body.
"Ah," went Cheryl. "Ah, Abby, so sweet -so different-girl passion.”
"What happens now?" asked Abby, squeezing Cheryl's firm flanks and sucking even deeper.
"I don't know. It's up to him. Me, I love him. He's all the man I ever want. He finished off my hang-up even. Ahhhh, ohhhhh.”
Abby forced Cheryl to take up a fucking rhythm as she drove Cheryl's clit with her tongue.
"You'll leave Brighton?”
"I suppose so. Oh, Abby, dear, oh Abby.”
Cheryl, who thought that powerful incest-sex with her father had burned her out for the evening, now found that Abby's eager tongue turned her on. She grabbed Abby's head, gasping and began to ride.
"Oh,sweet sex,Abby. My God, I love sex. It's been so wild here.But tonight was the peak of it all. Oh, Abby, Abby, dear Abby. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck me deeeeeeeply!”
Chapter 10
It wasn't that New York was different to Cheryl. Downtown there was the same sharp bustle and hurry, abruptness and intellectuality that she associated with the greatest city in the world. There were the same contrasts of dirt and luxury, high prices and city accents, the same sense of being where important things happened as against the narrow Midwestern academic world of Brighton.
She was different. Her father was different. In their big, comfortable home on Long Island she had somehow become mistress of the house. There were no servants. These days you contracted for cleaning and the rest from outside small firms. She realized with a slight pang that she was no longer the child. She was more like her father's wife.
John bustled happily as he rejoined his firm with the cloud that hung over him regarding the Gypsy removed. She cooked for him and herself and took care of things. That left a lot of time to see her friends, mostly girl friends, during the day. She took no dates.
Evenings she was either in the city with John or home with him and TV, or alone, as he did his own social business visiting. For three weeks she immersed herself in the cosmopolitan color of New York-plays, nightclubs, restaurants. It was delightful in contrast to Brighton with its White Fountain eatery and the Student Union.
Yet it was all so different! Cheryl felt like a Martian, programmed to understand the local lifestyle, but no longer part of it. The sex with her father made the difference, of course.
At first there was no sex. After the wild night at John's motel when Abby pushed them together, John and Cheryl were shy with one another. A kiss on the cheek, a touch of fingertips was all they could stand. It was the natural drawing back that most people go through when they've taken a giant step against a taboo. Fears and doubts held the fort. Still, Cheryl sensed a rising current of something else underneath. It broke out after they'd been home about a week.
That was a Saturday afternoon, and they planned a big evening in town-a dinner, a show, maybe a night club. It was the first time John spoke of their future.
"I think we'll move to France," he told her. "I could get a job in Paris and we can get one of those apartments at the top of some building where you can look out over all the city. People look on love and sex differently there. You and I could pass for an older man and his younger wife. Physically, we don't look that much alike… What do you think?”
"Oh, Daddy, that would be fabulous," she said. The idea stirred her deeply as a romantic solution.
“Maybe you'll soon want a younger man," he said
"Never!" she insisted. "The Egyptians- Cleopatra-they had brothers and sisters marry. There's lots of incest in modern times, too. A small percentage of people love their own family's flesh. We belong to that minority.”
“Can you be sure?”
"None of the boys I've-been with-turn me on like you do." She hadn't told him about her former hang-up and never would. She loved her father deeply and dearly, physically and otherwise. Only with him had she reached normal orgasm and cast off the lesbian thing. How silly it seemed to her now, looking back on that time she thought she was a dyke. She hadn't the slightest interest in any more girl sex. Abby had set them both right on that. Her father had told her gleefully that he'd lost all interest in anal sex and hadn't made the slightest move in that direction. She felt grateful-it was a most disgusting perversion.