As usual, dinner was a talkative affair at the Marks' house, with Becky doing most of the talking. Jim simply ate and ignored her, while Sheila Marks smiled and laughed in response to Becky's comments. At thirty-five, Sheila was still graciously slender with high, full tits and long shimmering brunette hair.
She's still a great lay, thought Glenn, but she doesn't dream of the trips I'd like to put her through. All these years she'd been the faithful loving wife while he'd played the field and screwed almost everything in sight. Poor, square Sheila. If she knew what he was thinking about their daughter at this moment, she'd faint.
But by the same token, if Glenn Marks knew what his own wife was thinking at that moment, his sleek grey hair might turn white in his astonishment.
On the surface Sheila Marks had everything – brains, beauty, friends, a handsome and charming husband, two healthy children. But through it all the statuesque brunette felt a gnawing, desperate lack until, just a few weeks earlier, Sheila knew what the lack was and decided to do something dangerous about it. What her seemingly wholesome, healthy life lacked was simply excitement, wild thrills she'd never had before. Now she had a lover for the first time in her life, but no ordinary lover. This was a deliciously guilty secret that started a hot glow in her loins everytime she thought about it, spreading its wet passion down her smooth full thighs with sticky heat, there at the family dinner table.
"Okay, what's the schedule for tonight?" Glenn asked, pushing his plate away. "Becky?"
"I'm staying home, Dad. I've got homework, darn it."
"I've got basketball practice," Jim said. "I won't be home until eleven, maybe twelve."
He looked toward his wife, whose luminous dark eyes seemed to flicker with some inner excitement. "The P.T.A. is holding a special meeting tonight," Sheila said. "Sorry, darling, but you can stay home and keep Becky company."
He shrugged, feeling his blood pound. Alone with Becky and an erection that hadn't gone away since that afternoon when he'd decided to act. He'd have at least three hours alone with her, and he told himself he would spend every possible minute of that time sucking and fucking his own virgin-daughter. Risky or not, he couldn't turn back now.
Upstairs, Sheila took a quick shower, her fingers trembling on her hot, heavy tits. Poor, square Glenn, if only he knew! When she'd finished showering, she stood naked before the full-length mirror and slowly applied a dab of perfume behind each knee, on each ripe ass-cheek, all around her silken tangle of cunt-hairs, on each inner thigh and then on each taut wine-colored nipple. She put on a sexy bra and panties, chose very high heels, a simple snug dress and was getting into her own car ten minutes later.
Half an hour after that, the night began to explode with action for almost the entire Marks family. The trouble with the Markses, a neighbor once complained, was that the whole damn family was too good-looking for its own good. The father could charm the feathers off a vulture and sell them back to the dumb bird, and the mother was a knockout who had to be getting propositioned constantly, the boy was already looking like his father and even the blonde girl was blossoming into a raving beauty.
On his porch now, the neighbor leaned back and lit his pipe, wondering what the Markses were doing tonight. He'd watched the mother and son leave, which left the father home alone with the daughter. No problem there, of course – Marks was a gentleman, whatever else he might be, and he'd have to be a little crazy to even think of screwing his own daughter. But there was a neighborhood rumor that Marks had a cock like an overstuffed salami, and that it hardly ever went down. Lucky bastard. Lucky wife, too.
Better a salami than a pork sausage, the neighbor thought with a sigh, and went back to his paper.
Glenn found Becky in her room, studying. She'd taken a bath and was now wearing a yellow terry-cloth robe. She sat cross-legged on the bed, smiling up at him. Glenn lit a cigarette, closed the door behind him and sat down on the bed, resting his fingers gently on her tawny leg.
"Becky, I think it's time you and I had a serious talk, honey. Grown-up talk."
She laughed. "Oh, Christ, Dad, Mom already gave me that one, about two years ago. You two ought to get together. About sex, right? Petting, VD, promiscuity, etcetera."
Glenn took off his jacket and tie, tossed them on a chair, and settled beside her. His voice was serious as he spoke, and his fingers stroked her tanned legs moving very slowly upward toward her inner thighs.
"Becky, are you still a virgin?"
She nodded solemnly. "Yes, Dad. Honest. Boys have tried, but I just turn 'em off. I just haven't found one as slick and handsome as you," she added with a grin.
Glenn shifted back on the bed, so that his back rested against the headboard. He spread his legs and patted the spot between them. "Come sit over here, angel."
Becky shifted up so that she crouched between his thighs, facing him. "Like this?" she asked innocently.
"No, turn around, Becky." Glenn felt his blood singing with excitement as his daughter snuggled between him, with her back resting against his chest. He put his arms around her waist. "Feel good, sweetheart?"
She nodded happily. "Feels wonderful, Daddy. You haven't cuddled me for years. Big handsome lug."
He moved his fingers cautiously up over the bottom curve of her hot tits, hot even through her robe. "Becky, when you lose your virginity, it's going to hurt, baby. Especially if someone clumsy does it."
"I'll be careful," she said. Her breath was coming faster as his fingers gently squeezed a tit in each hand, his fingers slipping inside her robe. Becky made no move to stop him.
"Dad… Dad, what you're doing, it's getting me hot," she whispered. "Daddy, I'm getting aroused."
"I don't want you to be hurt," Glenn murmured in her ear as he felt her tiny nipples grow hot and fat in his fingertips. "I want it to be done with loving care, so you'll enjoy it as much as possible, Becky. So you'll look back for the rest of your life and say, wow, that first time was so terrific, I had no idea it could be so wild and wonderful."
One of his hands slid down over her rounded belly-flesh and stroked her inner thighs as he talked. The adolescent was breathing rapidly now, her swelling tits panting, her hands clutching her father's.
"You-you want to be the first, don't you, Daddy?"
"Yes, Becky. But no one can ever know, especially not your mother. You understand that?"
Becky nodded eagerly. "I want it to be you, Dad. I used to have fantasies about you taking my cherry, honest. I guess all girls do if they really dig their fathers. I-I want to see if it's true what they say about your penis, Dad."
Glenn pawed, startled. "What who says about my cock?"
"The girls at school." Becky twisted her head around to stare into his eyes, her on blue ones gleaming with excitement. "Everyone says you've got the biggest cock in town, honest. I think a neighbor's daughter started it. She said she heard her father telling a friend of his about it, and the word got around. Is it true, Daddy?"
"Find out, for yourself, honey."
Timidly, Becky's hand went behind her to pope for his crotch. Her heart began to hammer with excitement as she stroked its cramped, throbbing length. "Oh, Lord, that's a monster! Daddy! How could you possibly get that in me?"
"It won't hurt," Glenn said hoarsely. His fingertip was rubbing her hot juicy clitoris now and he could feel his daughter's body tremble from head to toe against him. Her excited juices were seeping eagerly onto his gently fucking finger, almost gushing with her newly-awakening lust.
Christ, I'm masturbating my own daughter, Glenn thought with a twinge of shock. And she loves it – if I turn her on too wildly, she might go crazy with passion, might start demanding it constantly.
"Let's undress," he told Becky, pushing her gently off. In a single movement, the blonde slipped out of her robe. Her high naked tits panted as she watched her father strip, her eyes widening in disbelief as his gigantic shaft quivered out above his huge balls.
"Oh, Daddy, my God! It's true! No wonder Mother is so crazy about you."
He knew it seemed considerably bigger to her inexperienced eyes, but he couldn't help feeling a thrill of pride. It wasn't every day that a beautiful girl gushed over her own father's colossal prick. His flushed knob was already oozing its milky thick juice in a huge drop.
"Lie back on the bed, honey," Glenn told her. He used none of the harshness he'd used earlier that day with the redhead. He was going to be so damn good to Becky she'd be spoiled for life. He was going to suck her delectable pussy with all the expertise he could muster before he took her cherry.
On the bed, Becky lay naked and trembling with a mixture of fear and fierce excitement as her father approached. He might tear her in two with his monstrous cock, so long and thick and powerful, like a battering ram. She could see thick purple veins surging along its length, above his distended hairy balls. But the feel of her own father playing with her breasts and masturbating her was the most exciting sensation she'd ever experienced, and she wanted more. There was an urgent throbbing in her virginal cunt, a pulsing ache that tingled throughout her soft naked flesh.
"Don't – please don't hurt me, Daddy," she whimpered, shutting her eyes as his powerful naked body embraced her.
"Don't worry, angel," Glenn Marks told his daughter tenderly. "After this, you'll never be the same."
With those words, Glenn Marks began the torrid sucking and fucking session with his own adolescent daughter that would change her destiny forever.