"Flair, I command you?"
"And Maddy could never trust Phil as a wage earner. So it works out perfectly. We each get the lover we want, plus security." Her slip was gone, her panties came down. There was only her sleek hose held up by garters and her high heels.
"Scandalous girl!" he cried. "I forbid this!"
"You want it!" she whispered, coming to him. "I want it. You always have, I have always." She took out his cock which was stiff as a board from watching his sexy daughter undress.
He moaned as she began to jack him off with warm hands.
"We can't… do this," he muttered. "Incest!"
"Say it and get it over with," she laughed, thrilling to the movement of soft flesh over hard love muscle. His cock throbbed in joy.
Vic was beside himself. A thousand times since Flair had grown up he'd lusted for her smooth, tanned body, the big, bountiful breasts, and the hot, wayward little cunt between her legs. Yet he was shocked to the core to think of sex with his own daughter. His belly was on fire with pleasure, his blade loaded to the brim to explode. As he stared at her in horror at this perverted sex, the excitement, the magnificent outrage, the utter sexiness of it, he knew he could not hold back. All day long he'd been unconsciously thinking of hot sex with Maddy. To have it with Flair was so carnal and vulgar that he could not hold back the rush of semen.
"Oh, Flair!" he cried.
His cock burst, shooting out high strings of jism through her fist, while he trembled in ecstasy and relief. Spurt, spurt, spurt. It was copious and extraordinarily powerful for an older man's ejaculation. Flair looked down in surprise as he shot off three gorgeous flings, then she quickly knelt, capped his geyser and milked the rest of his Daddy-seed out of his prick.
"Mmmmmmm."
"Oh, God!" he moaned in exquisite joy, looking down to see the daughter-mouth harvest his spuming manhood. He held her head and gushed it all out with tender gasps, until he was empty. Then he staggered back.
"There!" he said in triumph. "You see I can't make it with you."
But Flair only grinned. She licked his spent, warm sperm off her hand and then turned to her sexy, see-through nightie.
"That was only your last defense," she said. "Premature coming. But we have all night to do it right. Come to bed."
The nightie, black and enticing over her smooth, young flesh contained her charms enticingly. If anything she was sexier than before.
"What… what about your husband, George?" he asked.
"There'll be plenty of nights for George," she said. "He's waited a long time. He's younger than you. He can wait. This is what I really want on my wedding night!"
It was what he wanted too, Vic knew, though he'd denied it for years. He got into bed naked, with his daughter in that sexy nightie. He put the idea of incest from his mind. This was a young person, a body, he wanted to fuck, fuck, fuck!
Now that Maddy had deserted him, now that he was converted to the idea, he decided it was best to make the most of it. It was a little strange to be fucking his own daughter on his wedding night, but then the whole human race was strange.
At first he used fingers to relieve her of her own tension, masturbating her until she gurgled, locked her thighs and gave up gentle throbs of orgasm. Then he began to kiss and play with her body in that sexy black netting, reveling in the feel of seductive cloth over warm, satiny flesh. His cock began to get hard but his jism reservoir was not yet filled.
Slowly, easily he got acquainted with her body, feeling then kissing those big tits, then peeling back the cloth to gobble the hard naked nipples in delight.
"Oh, Daddy," she whispered in ecstasy.
He kissed her belly, her cunt, her thighs. He turned her over and kissed her back, her smooth, rounded buttocks and back thighs. He placed her back in the first position, took off her nightie and spread her legs to suck lusciously on her full-flowing cunt. Flair was so hot she writhed in happy agony.
"Oh, oh, oh. Suck me, take me," she whined.
She couldn't last long. After all those years of wanting and waiting she was a firestorm of passion. In no time at all she surged up, froze and paid off her sex treasure to his cunnilingus.
"Ahhhhh. Now!" she yipped and throbbed over her relief and sweet joy.
Her recovery was quick. Each orgasm only lifted a woman to higher erotic planes. Now they were ready for the master fuck, because Vic's cock was fully restored.
First Vic mounted her with his knees under her armpits. He lifted her head and shoved his stiff cock into her mouth. He looked down on her beautiful face and saw his jong fuck in and out of her mouth while, big-eyed and happy, she sucked and licked gently. Then he moved down to her breasts, his cock gleaming with her syrup. He laid the reddened, alive blade between her breasts, made a tunnel of her breast meat and rocked in pleasure.
"Oh, baby, you do have tits."
"Ohhhh, my nipples," she moaned.
The friction was exquisite but Vic rationed that pleasure. At last he arrived at her cunt, spreading her legs. He fitted the smooth cockhead to her pink opening. Father stared down at daughter. She looked back up at him, dazed, lost in her ultimate heaven, getting the sex she'd wanted so furiously for so long, making her cling to her maidenhead and then fight both Texas and Maddy.
"Fuck me," she whispered.
He drove his prick forward with a glad cry. Swollen cock nestled inside swollen cunt lips, found the encouragement of sweet, hot body oils, notched her inner passage and violated her.
"Heaven," she moaned.
"Best of my life!" he cried.
Slowly, slowly he fucked her open while she panted and thrilled, until his prong pressed lightly on her uterus wall. They were totally locked.
Then, with his daughter fully prick-laden, Vic lowered himself against her flesh, belly to belly, chest to chest, mouth to mouth. His tongue snaked out and drove between her lips while she writhed happily and gasped at this double invasion. Eagerly they sucked tongues, washed teeth, explored pink tissues.
When her mouth was numb, he moved down to her tits to caress, gobble and tease those big nipples. Flair thought she would faint from the hot, flashing pleasure that raced from those sensitive breasts to her box and back.
"Ah, I can't believe!" she sang.
Then Vic carefully got his arms behind her shoulders and began a long slow fuck, all action in their locked loins, each staring in the other's eyes as if reliving all those deprived years and making up for it in the slow drive and thrilling friction of prick moving majestically in cunt.
Long, breathless minutes passed filled with sighs, gurgles of joy and groans of exquisite pleasure. Flair moved her own butt to keep the friction just below the stage of orgasm. On and on, they dragged it out, both bodies covered with sweat, bellies sucking air, hot flesh thrilling to hot flesh.
At last Flair gave a gasp of impossible wounding. "Oh, I can't last any more. Wooo!"
"Shall I m-make it a rush… or let it happen."
Her body ached madly for relief and sang with approaching orgasmic fury.
"Three… three more shoves, Daddy."
He gave her hot belly three more fierce fuck thrusts and they both went paralyzed in that faint-like joy of immobility as the nerve net and muscles prepare to explode.
"Now!" he yelled.
"Yesssss!" she screamed, sobbing.
She felt her whole belly, her whole body stiffen. She felt massive streaks of incredible joy overcome her as her cunt first tightened on Vic's daddy-prick and then began to flex. Throb, throb, throb. She spun out in a wild, gossamer web of total relief and total ecstasy, rocking under Vic, giving up her womanhood, squeezing the cock to have its juices, fucked to the limit of her powerful young body.
"Eeeeeee."
Vic gave his own wounded cry of delight. His prick, already ultra stiff and crazed to complete passion, seemed to lock harder, and then his wondrous bursts came. Spurt, spurt, spurt. Freely, openly, vulgarly he seeded his daughter's cunt with huge rushes of come, gush after gush of manhood in incestuous madness, washing her womb wall with his sperm, sighing and slobbering in relief and the supreme glaze of good feeling at a perfect fuck and cock throw.