After he fucked his sister Bill thought he'd done it all. But he was wrong. Next it was his daughter's turn to sample his big cock. He just didn't know it yet. But tonight would change that.
"It's fun the two of us going out together, isn't it, Daddy?" Sally said as she sat beside her father in the front seat of the car.
"Beats me why you wanted me to take you to see this movie," Bill sighed. "And at a drive-in, too. I haven't been in one of these places for years. Feel kind of funny with all these cars full of teens parked around us. Couldn't you have gotten a date to take you, Sally?"
"Oh, you know how boys are, Daddy," Sally giggled. "They won't never let you watch the movie. They've only got one thing on their minds."
Embarrassed by his daughter's frankness, Bill turned away from her grinning face. When he did his eyes landed on the next car. In it a young couple were making out. The boy had his hands under the girl's sweater, clearly feeling her tits. And she seemed more than willing to let him do whatever he wanted to her squirming body.
Bill looked back at Sally. He was surprised to see how close she now sat to him. He felt her thigh against his hip. Staring straight ahead, Bill tried to concentrate on the movie.
Bill had originally turned down the idea of accompanying his daughter to the film. But Sally had always been able to wrap her father around her little finger when it counted and tonight was no exception. So here Bill found himself, wondering how he had ever let himself be talked into this. All he could do under the circumstances was try and enjoy the show.
In truth, Bill wasn't even quite sure what to expect from the R-rated film. He had stopped going to the movies long ago. The only ones he ever saw were on television where they had been cut for the home audience. He had no idea how bold they could be.
There was a love scene unfolding in this one. The leading lady had just opened her blouse and her bare tits spilled out across the screen. Her hard breathing wheezed from the speaker which hung on the window by Bill's ear.
"How do you like it so far, Daddy?" Sally asked. "Isn't it romantic?"
Bill squirmed uneasily, saying nothing. Then he jumped, feeling his daughter's hot breath on his neck. Sally took his hand, stroking the back of it. If she was trying to calm him down, she was having the opposite effect.
"You know what I read about this scene, Daddy?" Sally whispered in her father's ear. "It said that when they filmed it, the director made the actors go all the way so it would be as real as they could get it."
"I don't have any trouble believing that," Bill gulped as he watched the actors, now naked, lock their bodies together. The woman's legs were around the man's waist and the only thing the audience couldn't actually see was the surging connection between their legs.
"Would you go that far for all the money they're getting for this movie?" Sally asked her father.
Bill didn't know what to say. Then Sally spoke again as if she had asked the question to herself.
"If it was the right guy, I'd do it for free," she sighed. "And it wouldn't have to be in any movie. I'd be ready anytime, any place." She paused, letting her sultry words burn her father's ears. "Even now, Daddy."
Bill couldn't believe what he was hearing, much less the presence of his daughter's hand on his crotch. Her touch immediately alerted him to the hard-on he could not control.
"I-I think we've seen enough of this movie," Bill stammered. "We-we'd better go."
"Forget the movie, Daddy," Sally purred. "I'm a lot more interested in what's happening between you and me."
Bill unconvincingly lied that he didn't know what she was talking about. Sally laughed in his ear while she unzipped his fly.
"You've got a big hard-on for me, don't you, Daddy?" she murmured after she fumbled inside her father's open pants.
Bill looked down and saw the thick length of his exposed cock throbbing in Sally's grip. She began sliding the foreskin over the head.
"Feel good, Daddy?" she asked. "Want me to jack you off?"
"N-no," Bill answered, wanting to blurt it out as forcefully as possible but producing nothing more than a weak mutter.
"Then if you don't want to get jacked off, you must want me to blow you," Sally said matter-of-factly.
Bill started to protest, straining for the strongest terms possible. However, all that surfaced was the wheeze of a deep, troubled breath.
"I take it that means yes," Sally chuckled.
Before her father could stop her she had lowered her face to his crotch. Suddenly Bill felt her soft lips caressing the swollen knob of his stiff cock. Then Sally was taking inch after inch of his prick in her mouth. Clearly she was experienced enough at sucking cocks to be able to swallow the whole thing.
Only one other person had ever deep-throated all of Bill's huge prick – his sister Meg. And now his own daughter was on the verge of doing the same thing!
Bill closed his eyes as Sally bore down. It felt just like when Meg had gone down on him. It was only logical for Bill to wonder if his sister and daughter were a lot closer than he could have ever imagined they were.
But when he tried to ask about it, all Bill could do was moan. Sally was sucking his entire cock now and he could feel every inch of it in her oral grasp. It made his balls churn with the production of cum – cum that he would wind up shooting in his daughter's mouth if she continued with the blow-job.
Bill tried to drive desire from his mind. Tried to shrink and numb his cock with unpleasant thoughts. Tried and tried – and failed. His prick was doing his thinking for him at this point.
His hips started to roll and he found his hands on Sally's head. He was controlling the rhythm of her sucking now, pushing her face into the well of his crotch every time his cock surged so she had to take every bit of his cockmeat down her throat.
"Eat me, baby, eat me good," Bill heard himself say. It was as though he were watching and listening to himself the way he had done earlier to the movie. Only he and Sally loomed larger for him than any images on a screen.
There they were, partners in incest. Father and daughter, burning their bridges behind them as they broke society's strictest taboo – sex between parent and child.
When Bill had made it with Meg he had been able to get around his guilt by telling himself that he and his sister were adults. But that wouldn't work here. Sally was just a girl, even if she did suck cock like a grown woman.
And yet Bill never got close to taking his prick out of Sally's mouth. "Eat me, baby," he repeated more than once, keeping her head bobbing between his legs so her sliding lips stroked his cock without letup.
Bill knew he was going to come before long. Would his daughter swallow his jizz? That's what he now focused on, the issue of right and wrong pushed aside by the ache in his balls.
Abruptly it was time for Bill to let go. He crushed Sally's face against his flexing crotch so his prick was buried in her throat. Grunting like an animal, he fed her his cum with a climax that lifted his ass off the car seat.
As Bill's cock gushed in her mouth, the sound of Sally's thirsty gulping filled the car. She drank her father's jizz as fast as it spurted. Bill had the sensation that she was sucking his balls inside-out.
When his cock was drained, Bill could not keep from asking, "Did you swallow it all, Sally?"
She looked up and gurgled, "Every drop, Daddy. Sweetest cum I ever tasted."
"I won't ask you about the others," Bill said. "Whatever you've done in the past, I don't care. It would be too much like a father to care. And right now I want to forget all about the fact that you're my daughter. It's the only way I can handle this."
"Who should I be?"
"Some little tramp I picked up off the streets. I don't know you, you don't know me. Whatever happens between us is just for tonight, then we forget all about it."
"You make me sound like a whore."
"And I'm the dirty old man who can't help making a fool of himself over a girl."
Sally thought about it a moment, then chuckled, "Okay, if I'm a whore, give me my money."
Without hesitation, Bill took his wallet from his pants and handed Sally a twenty-dollar bill. He seemed almost relieved to pay her for having sex with him, as if the money put a safe distance between them.
"You know, for this much," Sally playfully told him, "you get more than just a blow-job."
"You come cheap," Bill answered, getting into the groove of the game he had started.
"Only with customers I dig," Sally cooed. "If a trick can keep his prick up for me, I'll put out for him all night long – even for a lousy twenty bucks. And it looks like you fill the bill, stud."
Both she and her father gazed at his cock. It remained hard and Sally pressed her finger to the tip, then stretched a late glob of jizz into a silvery strand.
"Mmmm, I want more of that," she murmured. "Show me your cunt, girl, and you'll get all the cock and cum you'll ever be able to handle," Bill hornily vowed.
"Thought you'd never ask," Sally smirked.
She was wearing tight jeans. Pushing out her stomach, she popped their waistband without ever touching them. Then her zipper lowered in the same fashion as if she were willing it down.
The jeans were loose at her hips now, open from the soft roll of her belly to the top of her crotch. Bill looked for panties but didn't see any. Licking his lips, he waited for her pussy to appear in full view.
Still using no hands, Sally worked her jeans down by wiggling her ass and thighs. There was her cunt. Her father blinked. There wasn't a hair in sight between her legs!
Sally now shook those legs so her jeans fell past her knees. Her feet squirmed free after she kicked off her shoes. Naked from the waist down, she laid back against the car door and removed her blouse. Her small tits bobbed free, the nipples erect. Down below her legs had gradually opened, so her pussy yawned by the time she was completely nude.
"Like me?" she whispered.
"Your cunt… it's shaved!" Bill gulped.
"Turn you off? Turn you on?"
"It's just that it reminds me… reminds me of someone," Bill muttered.
"I won't ask you who," Sally said. "That would break our agreement about no questions."
"Yeah, you're right. It would," Bill agreed nervously, trying to cling to the rules of the game. "Just because you shave your cunt doesn't mean anything."
"Or just the opposite," Sally suggested. "It can mean whatever you want it to – after all, it's your twenty bucks. If you wanted to, you could pretend my pussy's so smooth because there never was any hair growing there in the first place. You know, like I was, say, just a little girl. I could be that young for you if that's what gets you off." She paused as her father's desire mounted. "Does it? Is my dirty old man a baby-fucker?"
"Yes," Bill rasped. "As low as man can go, that's what I am with you."
He had his pulsing hard-on in his hand, guiding it toward Sally's pink pussy.
"If you had ribbons in your hair," he rasped some more when he slipped his cockhead into Sally's pussy. "Just some ribbons in your hair like a little girl."
"Close your eyes. See, there are the ribbons in my hair. Pretty pink bows, the same color as my little cunt."
"And freckles on your face and braces on your teeth."
"Exactly. I'm the little girl you always wanted to fuck. Give me your big cock in my tight pussy and turn me into a woman."
"Sure, baby, sure. I'm your man."
Bill sank about half of his prick into Sally's pussy and her cunt responded with a damp squeeze, then relaxed so it could take more cock.
"All the way," Sally urged. "Fuck me with your whole cock. I want to feel every inch of you inside my cunt."
Bill's hips bucked and he pitched forward and he wound up sprawled on top of Sally, belly to belly to her. His prick was hilted in her pussy. Sally eagerly seized him with her clutching thighs, pulling him even tighter against her.
"Now move your ass," Bill directed. "Wiggle it, sweetheart, squirm for me."
"Like this?" Sally answered, writhing from the waist down.
"Perfect, baby, perfect. Now I'm going to start working my cock back and forth in your cunt. Every time I shove forward, you push back."
Bill's prick began stroking. First it withdrew several inches, setting itself for another hilted plunge. When it rammed home, Sally met the thrust with an upward lunge of her crotch that lifted her ass off the seat.
"Feels like a foot of cock inside me," she swooned as she temporarily hung in mid-air with her cunt stuffed with all the cock it could take.
"Okay, now relax," Bill told her. "Ease back down while my prick slides out until only the head is in your pussy."
Sally sighed as her ass returned to the seat and her pussy released most of Bill's withdrawing cock.
"Now let's put the pressure on each other again," Bill rasped.
He reached down and fucked Sally's clit at the same time his prick drove. Sally's hips jumped and her lurching pelvis caught her father's hand between it and his crotch. Once again her ass was in the air and her cunt was shafted to the core with her father's cock.
Her raised loins swaying, Sally twisted Bill's prick in her pussy. She could have come on the spot if she'd wanted to, but backed off instead, knowing that the longer she delayed her climax the stronger it would be. So, sagging at the waist, she let most of her father's cock leave her cunt for now.
Bill was frenzied with lust by this point. As soon as his prick was partially withdrawn he wanted it all the way back in again. He grabbed Sally's asscheeks, yanking her crotch toward him as he drilled his cock in her cunt.
Bill kept his prick hilted longer this time than before as he held Sally's squirming ass aloft. In addition he licked her tits, drooling on her rigid nipples.
"Come for me, baby," Bill slurped.
But Sally wrestled free of his grip and lowered her ass to the seat so that all of his cock except the knob was left outside her pussy.
"What's the matter, sweetheart?" Bill asked. "Don't you want to come for me?"
"More than anything," Sally answered. "But not just any old way. When I come I want it to completely blow my mind. Tear me up. The longer I hold off, the more it'll build and the stronger it'll be. Just keep fucking me, you'll see."
"You're the boss," Bill said.
He drove into Sally again and, she rose to meet the thrust of his prick. Their loins ground together, maximizing the friction of cock and pussy. Then they partially separated, but only for a moment. Now Bill drove once more with Sally pushing back with every ounce of her strength. The action quickly became a blur of male and female loins as Bill's cock repeatedly stroked in and out of Sally's cunt. Her ass was bouncing.
Then Sally stiffened.
"What's wrong, baby?" Bill asked.
"Absolutely nothing," Sally moaned.
And then she let go with the mightiest orgasm she had ever had. Her senses throbbed and her pussy spasmed. Her body's momentary stiffness gave way to rolling gyrations.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she sang. "Keep me coming until you come yourself, Daddy."
It was the first time Sally had called attention to the fact that Bill was her father since they had started fucking. When Bill heard her call him that he took a deep breath. He had been avoiding the reality of incest for the last several minutes, but now he had to face the fact that he was fucking his very own daughter.
He also had to come.
As the jizz rose in his balls, Bill remembered the time before when the juice from his spurting cock had poured into his wife's womb to start the pregnancy which brought their baby daughter into the world. Now, a generation later, the same cum that had originally given Sally life would swamp her teenaged pussy.
Was fucking his daughter, Bill wondered in the pressure-packed instant before his cock exploded, the worst thing any man could do? Or the best? Did fucking your own daughter mean you were a monster – or the luckiest guy in the world?
And then there was no more time for Bill to think. All he could do was what nature willed when a man's prick had been squeezed and tugged to the limit by a tight cunt.
"I'm coming, baby," he groaned to his daughter.
Hot jizz gushed from his cock. It flooded Sally's pussy.
"More! More!" she urged her climaxing father. "More cum in my cunt, Daddy!"
"I'll do my best, Sally," Bill promised, completely over his hang-up about fucking his daughter now that the moment of truth had arrived.
He lifted her ass off the seat so his prick angled almost straight down in her pussy to finish its spurting. He wanted to flood her, to fill her pussy with cum from the bottom to the top.
He was disappointed when his cock slowed to a dribble, afraid he hadn't given Sally all the jizz her thirsty cunt deserved. He needn't have worried. Sally's pussy was so bloated that it couldn't hold all the jizz that had been shot into it. The overflow was already leaking into the crack of her ass.
"Did I do it good enough for you, sweetheart?" Bill asked anxiously.
"Pull out and see for yourself, Daddy."
Bill withdrew his drained prick and gazed between Sally's thighs when she unlocked her legs from around his waist. The creamy evidence of his massive climax drooled from the wound of her freshly fucked cunt. Sally put her hand down there and smeared the cum around so it glistened all over her crotch.
"Yes, you did good, Daddy, real good," she chuckled like she was talking to a brother instead of her father.
"Yeah, guess I did at that," Bill proudly agreed with his daughter's praise.
"You fucked me even better than I thought you would," Sally sighed. "Only one thing could top it."
"Just name it, princess," Bill quickly answered, ready for anything.
"Fuck me again," Sally told her horny father what he wanted to bear.
His hard cock entered her pussy again, greased this time by the leftover jizz from their previous fuck. The repeated cock-strokes made Sally's sloppy cunt squish. They also made her moan, and then come before long. Responding to her climax, Bill drove his cock into her harder and harder. Then he too was coming. Father and daughter were so horny for each other that the whole thing had only taken a couple of minutes.
Neither felt cheated by such a quick fuck, though. For they had the whole evening ahead of them. They could do it fast or slow, as many times as they wanted. Sally could take her father's cock in her ass or mouth, as well as in her cunt. They could suck each other. They could make each other come over and over again…
And that's just the way it was.