Cheryl ran all the way to the motel, because in a small college town like Brighton distances were not very far. She half-cried in her rage and shock to find out that the two people she cared most for in this world, her father, and Abby, had had all this wild, perverted sex behind her back. Her father actually talked about marrying the vile Abby who was only a year older than she, at twenty. Depraved! Demented!
She burst into his suite, raging at him:
"You degenerate pig! You ruined my mother's life with your rotten sex habits. Is that why she had to turn to women to get love? Because you spent all your time fucking young girls in the ass? Now you think you can ruin my life by picking up with Abby. Let me tell you, you vicious old man, that I'll kill you first. I'll kill her, too!”
John listened in rigid shock. He'd had a phone warning from Abby that Cheryl was on her way-but what defense could he prepare against her charges.
"Now, Cheryl, it's nothing like that. Your mother chose her own way. I've never tried to lay any trips on you. It was just unfortunate-”
"That lie about Abby's boyfriend stealing the necklace. You screwed her and gave it to her, didn't you! Went out of your mind for her b-beautiful body. Me-I got cheated out of Vassar and sent to this Midwestern dump to pull your chestnuts out of the fire. Poor idiot me, getting mauled all over campus for your crummy jewels and that cheap, crummy cunt!”
There was a letter-opener sitting on the coffee table in John's living room of the suite. She seized it and tried to stab the shocked, white-faced man. It wasn't the actual danger, he realized, as he struggled with the girl. It was the deep hate, the rejection of him that peeled him down to nothing in his daughter's eyes that hurt. Father and daughter struggled briefly and then he got the letter-opener away from her with only a nick on the wrist that bled a small amount.
"Why didn't you ram it into my heart!" he cried, near tears himself, "Cheryl, you're all I've got. All these years, just the two of us. I loved you deeply, did everything you wanted.”
"Yes, you did what I wanted, you crud," she wept, relaxing on the sofa. "As long as it didn't interfere with the degenerate activities of your hot prick.”
“It's not like that. You don't understand-”
“I understand this. After.tonight you're not my father. The mighty John Wallace, pillar of Brighton, respected, rich New York jeweler. I'm changing my name. I'm never going to see you again.”
"I've stayed away from women to protect you!" he cried. "I dropped one after the other because you didn't like them. I took you to dinner parties, plays, everything, and I never married. So once, just once-I get caught in passion-r”
"Once! I'd like to know how many young daughters of your customers you've managed to plug along the way!”
He gave a roar of rage to leap at her, dragging her up from the sofa to punch her out. She grabbed his wrists with her own fierce rage giving her strength and they swayed in locked tension, each wanting to get free to strike the other.
Something soft and warm plunged between them.
"Oh, no, oh, no, you've got to stop this," said Abby, who'd dressed quickly and followed Cheryl.
Cheryl gave a new scream of rage.
"You-you-ass hound!" cried Cheryl.
She jerked free of John and struck Abby on the jaw. Abby shot back and sat down on the rug with a crash, dazed. The Gypsy, which she wore around her neck, flew up and one side hung on her ear. She looked pathetic sitting on the floor. She wore only a thick robe, Cheryl's cut-off jeans and her boots, all of which she took time to grab up in her distress and desire to stop Cheryl.
The anger, some of it, drained out of Cheryl with that solid, satisfying blow on Abby's jaw. There was even a trace of blood.
"There'll be no more fucking of my father for you, babe," said Cheryl in an easier voice. "No more kinky sex trips for your wild cunt." She swung on her father. "As for you, you'll have to choose between us. If you ever touch her again, even see her, I'm gone forever.”
John who'd been too slow to stop Cheryl's blow, just glared at her. Abby rose slowly, glaring back at Cheryl.
"Listen to Miss Respectability! Everybody can see your problem, dear! You want to bed your father. You've lived like man and wife ever since your mother died, only without the sex. What is it? Four years? The longest sex tease in history. He can't go normal because some day, some way he might get in your pants. You-your crazy hang-up. You don't even understand that.”
It was Cheryl's turn to go white. She stood very still. “Tell me-about-my-crazy-hang-up.”
"Of course you can't have normal orgasms when you're wild to have your father inside of you. Every guy is just a substitute for your father, but you can't face incest. So you have to fantasize about sex with women. That way it's safe. Why didn't you screw him a long time ago and get over it and get on with your life?”
"Abby!" cried John.
"You're just as bad, John. You and your nutty ass leech. It has to be something weird like that to mask your real desires-to plug your sexy daughter. That keeps other women away and absorbs you so much that the truth never seeps in.”
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.”
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!”