After that initial encounter, Elizabeth started sucking her uncle off every day. As soon as her parents had left for work, she would go to his room, exuberant and enthusiastic, and suck his prick dry, drinking his cum hungrily. She gave such sweet head that Uncle Charley didn't even go out looking for other women for a week. But after a while he decided he'd had enough oral sex. He wanted to fuck the teenaged virgin. To his credit, Uncle Charley did think long and hard about this, feeling a bit nervous at the thought of committing incest but his cock was longer and harder than his thinking.
When Elizabeth came to his bedroom the next morning, he was determined to fuck her cunt.
She began gobbling his prick, as usual.
Charity started feeling her tits, then rubbing her pussy. The girl began to squirm and whimper and her cunt flooded. Charley twisted around and started using his tongue on her pussy, lapping and laying her cunt lips and then stabbing up her fuck hole. A few moments of this cunt-lapping had Elizabeth going wild. She still had his cock in her greedy mouth and she began to pant down it, gasping and moaning and drooling.
Charley drew his prick from her lips and mounted her.
A momentary doubt showed in her eyes.
The girl loved sucking his cock, but she was not sure that she wanted to lose her cherry to her uncle.
Charley rubbed his cock head around in her crotch, holding his prick by the root and shifting the cock knob around in her creamy cunt slit, driving her wild. He was stirring her pussy to foam. Cunt juice was running down her thighs and seeping into the taut crack of her ass. Her cunt seemed to be dragging his cock in by suction.
He waited until she asked.
"Oh, Uncle Charley – fuck me!" she cried.
Whereupon he poured the prick to her with long, rippling fuck-strokes that brought the oversexed teenager to a climax almost immediately, and then brought her to a second orgasm – and when he shot his cum-load up her cunt, she cried out with the ecstasy of feeling that scalding hot cum spurt into her pussy and flood her cunt guts with jism.
Neither of them ever mentioned the word incest.
From then on, for the next month, they alternated between fucking and sucking. Uncle Charley was rather a good lover and he fucked the more than willing girl with imagination and variation. She had never realized that there were so many ways to get fucked. In her innocence, she had believed that the man just got on top and fucked away as a matter of course. Uncle Charley soon disabused her of that limited thinking.
He fucked her from the back, as they lay on their sides, cupped together like spoons.
He had her get on her hands and knees while he fucked his cock into her cunt doggy fashion.
They fucked kneeling face to face and standing up with Elizabeth's legs wrapped around his hips as he lifted her up and down on his formidable tower of cock meat.
They sucked each other off, taking turns, and then they did it at the same time, inverted into the sixty-nine position.
And it was while they happened to be sixtynining that her father came home unexpectedly and caught them at it.
There was a great deal of shouting and threatening.
Uncle Charley, shamefaced and sheepish, packed his bags and left. Elizabeth, naked on the bed, hid her face in the pillow, afraid to look her father in the eye, sobbing mightily. The girl was deeply ashamed at having been caught and she was also heartbroken that Uncle Charley had been sent away – and that she would never again have that lovely big prick stuffing her cunt to the brim and pouring delicious cum into her mouth.
Her father sat grimly beside her on the bed. He put his hand on her shoulder. She trembled violently. He stared down at her nubile, naked body and frowned.
"You've been a very wicked girl."
"I know," she sobbed, her face still buried. "Don't you know that it's wrong to blow your uncle?"
"I know it's wrong," she wailed. "But I just couldn't help it, Daddy – his cock tastes so good."
"Hmmm," said her father.
His hand moved on her shoulder, stroking. "Has he been fucking you, too?" he asked. The girl nodded.
"Why, that's incest!" he exclaimed.
"I know," she cried. "But it felt so lovely!" He thought for a moment.
"Do you realize that fucking your uncle is just as wicked as if you were to fuck, say, your father?"
Well, Elizabeth hadn't thought of it that way, but she was in no position to argue the fact. She nodded.
His hand seemed to have slid down onto her ass, by mistake.
He was squeezing the taut globes of her ass and his fingers slipped in between her legs. Elizabeth figured that her father was so shaken up by her wicked behavior that he didn't realize where his hand was. It would not be polite to mention it, she reasoned – and, anyhow, it felt nice. His fingers dipped into her cunt slot. She gasped; she was afraid that, if he kept doing that, she was going to come and surely her daddy would think her really, really wicked girl, if she creamed on his hand! "Well, I won't tell your mother," he said. "Oh, thank you, Daddy! I'd be ever so ashamed if mom knew I'd been fucking her brother!"
"Yes – you must feel really embarrassed."
"Oh, I do!" she assured him.
"You'll probably never be able to look me in the eye again…"
His fingers slipped along her parted pussy slot and brushed lightly over her stiff and vibrant cit.
She trembled. She struggled to control her breathing. What would her father think if she suddenly started to pant with passion and flooded his hand with cunt juice?
"Unless…" he said thoughtfully. "Yes, Daddy?" the girl said meekly. "Unless I, too, were guilty of a similar sin," he mused. "That way, if we were both equally guilty, neither of us would have to be embarrassed or ashamed. Right?"
What is he getting at? she wondered. Was he going to tell her he'd fucked his aunt or something?
"That's true, Daddy," she whispered.
"It seems to be the only solution to the problem, Elizabeth. Otherwise, your shame will endure for years. Yes, it's my duty as your father to remove that terrible guilt and remorse. I don't want to, you understand – but, for your sake, daughter, I am willing to commit the sin!"
"What do you mean?" she asked, and now, for the first time, she raised her face from the pillow and looked at her father – and gasped with shook as she saw him take his cock out!
He rolled her over and spread her slender legs.
"Daddy!" she wailed. "What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to duplicate your sin, daughter – for your sake, for your peace of mind. As much as I hate the thought, I feel I must I'm going to commit the wicked sin of incest!"
"Daddy!" she cried again.
But she made no attempt to close her legs. Her father mounted her and pushed his big, gnarled prick up her cunt and began to fuck away with all the energy of a whirling dervish.
Each time he slammed his cock meat up her aunt, he said: "Oh, I hate doing this terrible thing!"
Elizabeth, starting to get the idea, shoved her pussy enthusiastically down to meet his pounding prick and cried: "Oh! I'm such a naughty girl! Oh, how horrible this is!"
She arched her slender back and met him fuck-stroke for fuck-stroke. She wrapped her legs around him.
"Get it over with, Daddy! Fill my cunt with your lovely – errr – l mean, spend your incestuous lust in my loins quickly, so we can stop sinning."
Soon enough, he spurted a heavy dose of hot jism into his daughter's cunt and she melted, coming at the same time.
"That was awful," said the dutiful father.
"It sure was," said his daughter.
But why were they both smiling in such a contented fashion?
Later, Elizabeth said: "I sure appreciate what you did for me, Daddy – sharing my shame that way."
"It was my fatherly obligation," he said.
She was looking at him in a demure way, eyelashes lowered and fluttering, lips twitching as she struggled not to smile.
"But, Daddy, I'm still embarrassed," she said. "I'm no longer ashamed about fucking Uncle Charley, now that you have committed incest, too – but I'm still ashamed about sucking him off!"
Her father thought about that for a moment.
He was lying on his back and his cock, which had softened and shrunk after he shot his cum-load in her pussy, began to climb right back up into a rampant and rigorous hard-on. The girl gazed at his boner, her face so close that her eyes crossed as they focused on the cock knob.
"I guess I'll just have to let you blow me, in that case," her father said, with as much reluctance as he could muster.
"I guess so," the girl agreed.
And she sucked her father's prick with such skill that he flooded her mouth with spunk in such abundance that the girl almost drowned in cum.
After that day, Elizabeth's father began to come home early from the office, arriving an hour or so before his wife got home from her job. He would march into the house with a great big cock-bulge sticking out in his trousers and inquire, solicitously, how Elizabeth felt.
Elizabeth would say: "Oh, I've felt ashamed of myself all day, Daddy!"
And then, depending on her mood – on what it was that she felt ashamed of, that is – Elizabeth would suck her father's cock or fuck him, and her shame would dissolve along with her melting cunt.
It was a handy arrangement – although she still missed Uncle Charley a lot – and father and daughter enthusiastically made sure that neither of them had any reason to be more ashamed than the other. This mutual absolving of a shared embarrassment lasted for a whole two months.
But then one day, who should arrive home unexpectedly but Elizabeth's mother. That woman had not been getting nearly as much cock recently as she was accustomed to, since her husband had been emptying his cock and balls into their daughter with such frequency – although she never dreamed of that and innocently thought her husband was getting too old for it – and so she bought a nice big dildo that lunchtime and came home an hour early so that she would have time to try it out before she started making dinner.
She was disappointed when she saw her husband's car in the driveway.
Eager to fuck herself, she hated the thought that now she would have to postpone the pleasure until the next day.
But when she went into the house, neither her husband nor her daughter seemed to be at home. She figured that they must have gone for a walk together, and that maybe she would have time to give herself a fast fucking before they returned.
She unwrapped the dildo, which was a good ten inches long and quite realistic, complete with bulging veins and a bulbous prick knob, and even a cleft in the tip. Her cunt started to simmer as she gazed at the delightful size and configuration of her new toy.
She kissed the cock knob affectionately.
Then she hurried up to the bedroom – where she discovered the reason why her husband had not been fucking her lately. Standing in the doorway, she froze in shock. Her mouth dropped open so wide that her jaw seemed to be resting on her tits and her eyes bulged out like hard-boiled eggs.
On the bed – the marital bed – her husband was fucking the ass off their daughter! She was writhing under him, her slim legs hooked around his hips, and he was fucking the cock meat to her cunt, his ass corkscrewing, his hips pounding, his bloated balls swinging in and out.
They heard the shocked woman gasp.
When they saw her standing there in the doorway, they both echoed her gasp.
She looked shacked and furious, of course – but her attitude was somewhat weakened by the fact that she was holding a fat rubber prick in her hand and was cupping her other hand over her cunt.
They were just about to climax when she caught them.
And at that point, no matter how embarrassed they were, it was too late to stop. They fucked away to a creamy conclusion.
Later, there was a great deal of ranting and raving and recrimination. What annoyed the deceived woman most of all was their audacity. They blamed it all on her brother.