"If you want it, Daddy, take it," Penny said, standing and stripping off her clothes.
"It's not right," he said softly. His eyes growing wider at the sight of her tits popping out form under the sweater as she began to pull it over her head. He wouldn't allow himself to move, but he didn't take his gluttonous eyes off her nude body.
"I'm asking you, to fuck me, Daddy," she said when the last of her clothes were off. "And you know you want to."
"We mustn't," he groaned, staring at the tantalizing figure of his daughter standing before him, with her hands on her hips and the object of his desires teasingly offered to him.
"Then at least kiss it for me," she responded, pulling him into a prone position on the couch. "I mean really kiss it." And climbed on the couch with him, straddling his face.
Penny thought she heard him start to object, but she lowered her cunt to his mouth to drown out the sound. His hands found her ass without coaxing and he massaged the globes of meat with vigorous squeezes. He even returned his finger to her buttonhole, cork-screwing it all the way in. His mouth after some hesitation, opened on her slit, sending a chill through her body at the first touch of his wet tongue.
The smell of her juices and the taste of her cunt, drove him wild. He drove his tongue deeper into the cherished honey jar, while his fingers twisted and squirmed in her rear tunnel. He could feel her reaching a climax-taste it too-and decided he deserved the fulfillment of his forbidden dream.
"Ohhhh, Daddy," Penny screeched, squeezing his head as hard as possible with her legs and flushing her juices into his open mouth. "Ohhhhh, Daddy. I love it… I love you… mmmmmm."
He waited patiently for her to squeeze out the full fury of her orgasm, helping with a constant swirling of his tongue up her cunt. But when she was through and lifted herself off his face, he got up and took off his clothes.
"Mmmmmm," Penny gurgled at the sight of his stiff cock.
He watched his beautiful daughter move from the couch to the rug in the middle of the room, while he removed his clothing and carefully placed them on a chair. When he walked over to her she spread her legs, lifting her knees almost to her chin, completely exposing her ass and cunt for his eyes to devour, which he did ravishingly.
"You're a hungry little bitch," be said with a grin.
"Daddy's little girl," she cooed back at him.
He knelt and placed his cock at the door to her mushy cunt. She gasped and closed her eyes, already building up another storm in that cunt of hers. He couldn't help but stare at her in amazement. His little kitten was a tiger, he realized. A starved tiger.
"Don't move it, Daddy," she cried with urgency. "Hold it… right… there! Ohhhh… Daddy."
She'd had an orgasm on the tip of his cock, he suddenly realized. The thought stirred him even more than the sight of her yielding, panting body. He buried the aching cock into the depths of her body and lowered himself onto her. His mouth going from one tit to the other, licking, sucking, biting, while Penny wrapped her legs around him and pulled him deeper into her hungry slit. The jerking sensation in his balls was already beyond the point of holding back his eruption. All he could do was suck her ripe tit-flesh into his mouth and pump his come into her cunt.
After weeks of thinking about this moment, planning for it, and tearing himself apart with worry and guilt, the whole thing was over in a minute. But Penny stretched her own pleasure out longer, bumping and squeezing and grinding on his stiff cock. The stick was hers for all it was worth, and she got every last ounce of pleasure from it before releasing her grip on the heaving meat.
"You must think I'm terrible," he started to plead as they separated.
"Don't be silly. I think you're the greatest."
"I feel so ashamed… doing this to you," he said, trying to free his conscience of the pain he would suffer now for weeks.
"You mean what I did to you. Stop blaming yourself for making your daughter the happiest girl in the world."
"I can't help hating myself," he said, rolling off her now, but pulling her close to him for an affectionate hug.
"I don't know why you should feel so bad," she tried to comfort him.
"I just can't help thinking what your brother would think if he ever found out… "
"Now that's the silliest… "
"He'd hate me… and you too. And God only knows how it would affect him."
"I'll tell you how," she whispered in his ear. "He'd slap you on the back and be proud of you."
"How can you say a thing like that, Penny?" he asked, taken by surprise at her attitude.
"It's easy, Daddy. Little Stevie has already sampled his sister's cookie."
"What?" he asked in disbelief.
"Steve has also found his sister's charms to be tantalizing. And he proved his love the only way a man can… by giving the girl his meat."
"I never thought… that is, I didn't know."
"Just stop worrying, Daddy," she sighed in his Then she traced a path down his chest with the tips of her fingers, settling on the limp noodle between his legs. It was sticky from the combination of their juices and she slid her tongue down his chest to the sticky meat and licked it clean, arousing the log from its sleep.
Once again his mind exploded with the sight of her beautiful body. He watched her pretty face move around his aching cock, saw her tantalizing lips wrap around the sensitive shaft and felt her suck new life into him. When he came, it was as though all his fears and worries drained from his body in that instant his cock fired.
"Mmmminm… " he sighed. "You're too beautiful, Penny."
"You're just prejudiced," she said, licking his come from her lips.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Hello," Penny mumbled into the phone, still not fully awake.
"Penny?" Steve asked, not sure the voice was sister's.
"Who'd you expect?" Penny answered through a yawn. "What time is it anyway?"
"Ten-thirty," Steve said apologetically. "I'm sorry I woke you, but I couldn't wait to tell you the good news."
"I bet I know what it is; it's Sunday morning and you've got a hard-on," she offered, sitting tip in bed to shake the grogginess from her head.
"There's nothing new about that," Steve laughed, then continued in an excited voice. "Liz invited me to spend the weekend up at Paul's island."
"That's nice," Penny answered dryly, fully awake now.
"Thanks. You sound thrilled to death," Steve said with disappointment in his voice over Penny's attitude. "You are going, aren't you?"
"I haven't been invited," Penny answered sarcastically.
"You're kidding… Paul's been calling you for weeks. Liz even told me he was going out of his mind because you hadn't returned his calls… but that was over a week ago. I figured you must have spoken to him since then."
"I haven't gotten any calls… " Penny started to object, thinking Steve was just making an excuse for Paul.
"Well, shit!" Steve interrupted. "Have you called home to see if there were any messages?"
"Well… no… "
"Sonofabitch! That explains it. Paul only has this number and Mrs. Kahn probably just told him you weren't home."
"Great," Penny sighed. "Now what?"
"Call him," Steve snapped back. "Tell him you just got the messages."
"Liz says he going out of his mind, eh?"
"Don't start that playing-hard-to-get shit," Steve said, trying to sound angry, but still to excited over his own good news. "Call him, Penny. And then call rue back, okay?"
"Okay," she sighed with an air of reluctance. But inside she was jumping with excitement herself.
She had to have a cup of coffee before making the call to Paul. Had to get her thoughts straight too, she decided. And for some reason there were suddenly butterflies fluttering in her stomach, which she couldn't explain-or didn't want to. But she finally made the call; waited patiently for the girl who answered the phone to get Paul. It seemed like a long, nerve-wracking pause. Then Paul's voice came through the receiver.