Standing in front of a full-length mirror, Sally sized herself up in a last-minute check. He would be here soon and she wanted everything to be perfect.
She was nude, her beautiful young body rubbed sleek with perfumed oil. Starting with her tits, she cupped them and pushed them forward for close inspection. She wished they were bigger, but they were round and firm enough to tighten the crotch of any man. And the nipples, she had to admit, could not be improved upon. They were the color of fresh strawberries, and were as smooth and hard as pebbles.
Now Sally moved her fingertips down her glistening torso, tracing the silken female curves. Her narrow waist flared into hips that were wide enough to leave no doubt she was rapidly developing into a full-blown woman, but were still slim enough to give her body a special teenage charm.
Sally drew her hands across her belly and pressed. To her satisfaction she was flat and hard there. Sally chuckled with confidence, knowing how important the tummy muscles were in first class fucking. The power in the cunt came straight from the gut.
Sally turned her attention to her legs, holding one and then the other at right angles from her body. It was not self-serving of her to be impressed. They were as long and shapely as if they had been turned on a lathe by a master craftsman.
She turned around, looking over her shoulder at her ass. The pink cheeks were just plump enough. Bending lightly forward to subtly part them, she sneaked a peek at her asshole. It was like a ruby in a down nest, so elegantly delicate in its appearance that it seemed impossible upon a fleeting glance that it could completely swallow a man's stiff cock. In other words, just the way a beautiful woman's most intimate hole was supposed to look to the naked eye. Surprise was a crucial clement when it came to good sex.
Sally had saved the best until last. Slowly, she faced the mirror again, dropping her gaze to the reflections of her cunt. As she ran her fingers through the silky golden hair, she licked her lips and sighed.
"I love you," she said to her pussy, as though it were another beautiful woman in the room with her.
Pulling over a chair, Sally sat down and hooked her legs over the armrests. Suddenly she was staring into the core of her cunt. The meat inside was halfway between pink and red. It sucked, making small gurgling noises that seemed to whisper, "Fuck me… fuck me."
Sally couldn't resist. She drilled a finger up her gaping snatch and snagged a generous glob of juice, which she brought to her lips. When she tasted it, she shivered from the sweetness as if an ice cube had been rubbed against her spine.
The doorbell rang. He was here.
Sally had wondered if she would be nervous when he arrived. However, when she arose to answer the door she was calm, cool and collected.
"Yes," she congratulated herself as she nakedly glided toward her rendezvous with fate, "I'm doing the right thing. Exactly. There is no other way."
He was standing there with a horny grin on his face. When the door opened, he found himself looking at an empty space.
"Jane," he said impatiently, "stop playing games."
Sally had flattened herself against the wall, hidden behind the door. Slowly, she exposed a bare leg, extending it in all its long loveliness before her visitor's eyes.
"Jane, is that you?" he asked with a gulp.
"Can't you tell, lover?" Sally answered in the disguised voice that had worked so well over the phone when she was setting up this meeting.
"Y-you look different somehow," came an uncertain response. Then, more rapidly: "C'mon, stop playing games. Come out from behind the door."
Sally withdrew her leg. "My, my," she teased, continuing her flawless imitation of her aunt, "aren't we jumpy today."
He charged through the doorway. Before he could get a good look at her, Sally surged past him from her hiding place and sprinted toward the bedroom. With the element of surprise and twenty-five years on her side, she easily outdistanced him and was waiting on the bed when he huffed and puffed into view.
Her face was not the first thing he saw. In her spreadeagled position, it was hidden as she laid her head on a pillow. It was her cunt, that demanded attention. Framed by her thighs, it was beautiful, blonde and wide-open.
"Hi, Dad," Sally greeted her mind-boggled father in her own voice.
Re tried to turn away, but he couldn't. His daughter's creamy, young pussy was hypnotic. In the deepest recesses of his mind he had long wondered what she would be like stripped for action – in fact, fantasized about it. But never – not once – had he permitted himself to believe he would ever be alone with her like this.
Sally's father heard something that sounded like gusting wind. When he realized it was his own labored breathing, he said the first thing that came to mind to cut it off.
"Where's your aunt?" he blurted. "She called me."
"Are you absolutely sure of that, lover?" Sally chuckled in a perfect duplicate of Aunt Jane's voice.
"Then where is she? What did you do with her?" Now Sally chuckled in her own musical voice, gesturing toward the closet. "Tied up with her own pantyhose," she told her father.
"But why?" he gasped. "What are you trying to prove?"
"Do I really have to tell you, Daddy?" Sally purred.
She dropped a hand between her legs and twisted her forefinger among the wispy curls of her golden pussy hair. The light hit the juice escaping from the slit of her cunt.
Caught in the vise of a guilty conscience, Sally's father managed to tear his eyes away from the honeyed treasure of his daughter's pussy. He looked down. It only made things worse. For now he could see the bulge in hip pants. He had an enormous hard-on.
Sally, of course, could see it too. Her heart raced as she thought about her father's big dick pumping away inside her tight, wet cunt.
However, she remained calm on the outside. This might be the only chance she would ever have to make her dream come true. She must not get overeager and scare her father away before she had him firmly in her trap.
"Daddy, come here and let's talk about it like two civilized people," Sally seductively crooned.
When her father looked up again, she was spreading her cunt with both hands, opening it up for him as wide as it would go.
He wanted to turn away, but he couldn't. Sally's pussy seemed to be sucking him toward her. In addition, his throbbing cock had wrestled control from his brain and was tugging his trembling body forward. There was no getting around it. He had to admit it. The unthinkable.
He wanted to fuck his own daughter.
Sally's father shuffled forward like a punch drunk fighter going forth to answer the bell. When he reached the edge of the bed, the sweet scent of teenage pussy peeled his nostrils open and made him lightheaded.
"Do you like me?" Sally asked, flexing her sopping twat in her father's direction.
"Y-yes," he muttered.
"Would you like to touch me?"
His heart in his throat, he nodded. Then, as though it belonged to someone else, he watched his hand rise and travel the distance to his daughter's cunt. He had never felt anything as soft as his daughter's silken pussy. He was hooked.
"Move your fingers around," Sally told him. "Play with me, Daddy."
They both watched as his hand gently clasped her pussy and the fingers began to squirm. Sally shifted her hips and wiggled her ass from the stimulation, telling him to move his thumb up and a little bit to the left.
"Ahhhh, that's it," she sighed. "You just got my clit. Do it some more, Daddy… make me come."
On cue, two other father's fingers slipped into the yawning gap of her cunt and started moving in separate directions. When his thumb jammed down on her clit, the juice from Sally's twat flowed so freely that it drenched his hand all the way to the wrist.
"Oh, Daddy, I'm coming," Sally moaned in appreciation. "I'm coming so hard. Don't stop."
Her father had crawled all the way onto the bed now. While he finger-fucked her, Sally reached for his straining fly. When she unzipped it, the overstuffed crotch of his shorts bulged out into the open. Peeling away the flaps, she yanked his blue veined prick out in plain sight. It was huge. Throbbing. And in her eyes, the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.
"Daddy, I'm going to suck your cock."
Sally had said the words she had long thought she would never be lucky enough to utter. Then she closed her lips around the fiery head of her father's majestic cock as she unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down all the way.
It was only a matter of seconds before Sally's father replaced his hand between his daughter's spread legs with his mouth. As he drank in the honey from his little girl's cunt, he thought that never in his life had he tasted anything so sweet.
Completely absorbed in one another's crotches, the two lovers rolled from one side of the bed to the other in their sucking lust. They ate each other side by side, and taking turns on top. Finally, they came to rest with Sally in the dominant position, literally sitting on her father's face as she bent over to deep throat his pulsing cock.
Sally, of course, had been coming all along. Now it was her father's turn. She would see to that with pleasure.
Working her lips up and down his standing prick in a blur, she alternately nuzzled his balls and kissed his cockhead, taking giant swoops and tugs in between. The friction was excruciating.
Sally could sense it was time. Plunging down, she took her father's entire hard-on in her mouth and held it in an oral lock. At the same time, she found his asshole with a stabbing finger and probed to its hot depths.
"Jesus Christ!" her father bellowed from below, and came.
His cock was like a miniature volcano in Sally's throat as it erupted with molten jism. She drank every drop of his hot cum.
"God," her father said when his drained prick was released, "where'd you learn to suck a cock like that?" Then, abruptly, he blushed. "Forget I asked," he stammered. "I don't think I want to know."
Sally laughed. "Are you ready to fuck me now," she asked, "or do you need to rest?"
Her father looked down at his prick. It was like steel.
"Rest?" he snorted. "Are you kidding? You've made me as young as you are. How do you like it?"
"From you," Sally quickly replied, "anyway I can get it."
"Get on your hands and knees and open yourself up," her father said. "I want to see everything you've got."
Like a bitch in heat, Sally positioned herself on all fours and spread her flanks. Her cunt was a cavern of broiling lust. It seemed to reach out to her father's cock and pull it inside her.
It had finally happened. The impossible. They were fucking. Really fucking.
Sally could hardly believe it was true. But the blessed friction of the walls of her pussy against the surging cock within her didn't lie. There was no need to pinch herself to see if this was a dream. Yes, it was real! At long last her father's prick was pumping inside her cunt and they were truly fucking!
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Sally chanted in ecstasy. "Oh, Daddy, don't ever stop fucking me!"
Now her father rolled them over, fitting his grinding hips between her thighs in the classic fucking position. Face to face, they shared a long, deep soul-kiss while his cock ceaselessly jerked in her spasming pussy. Sally wrapped her long legs around her father, thrusting back as good as she got while she held on for dear life.
When the kiss was broken, Sally's father turned his attention to his daughter's tits. Squeezing them together, he lifted the blushing nipples to his face and sucked them both at once.
"What sweet tits," he said with a mouthful of soft flesh.
"I was afraid they wouldn't be big enough for you," Sally said anxiously. "Are you sure they're okay, Daddy?"
"They're just right, sweetheart," he answered gently, putting her fears to rest.
"Oh, Daddy," Sally squealed with joy, "you know just how to make a girl feel she's beautiful!"
"You are, darling," he said with obvious sincerity.
With everything perfect between them, father and daughter stepped up their fucking motion. His long cock burrowed into her cunt to the ultimate and stayed there, rubbing its head against the ultrasensitive mouth of her womb. Sally had never come so hard. All the others who had fucked her were distant memories in comparison with her dad.
She reached down to his crotch, briefly clutching his churning nuts, before her fingers pulled apart the hairy cheeks of his ass. A stiff finger pronged his asshole, then was quickly joined by two more. The gland at the base of his balls was poked and massaged, doubling his cum supply.
"I'm gonna blow," Sally's father panted. "Hold on!"
His prick lurched an extra inch, penetrating to a depth within Sally's cunt that had never before been reached. As she squeezed her legs around her father's waist, he came like a geyser. His cock would just not stop spurting.
Sally felt the cavity of her pussy fill up with jizz until she was bloated. "I can't hold it all!" she shrieked as her father kept right on coming. "I'm going to explode!"
Just as he stopped coming in his daughter's cunt, Sally's father felt a lush bubbling at the crux of his loins. Quickly, it was a rising swamp. Sally's cunt was overflowing with fizz.
Pulling back, Sally's father gazed lovingly at his little girl's saturated pussy. It was snow-white with his creamy cum. He had never felt such pride.
"Oh, Daddy, I've never been fucked like this," Sally sighed. "I've been waiting all my life for a cock like yours."
They embraced and kissed, the jism squishing between their pressing bodies. As their tongues darted in one another's mouths, each of them was thinking how desperately in love they were with the other.
There was only one problem. What about society's rules? The love between a father and daughter was supposed to be strictly of the hands off variety. What seemed to be the most natural thing in the world to Sally and her father – the uncontrollable urge to fuck a loved one – was totally forbidden. What should they do?
When their kiss was broken, they asked each other that question.
"I don't know," Sally's father said. Then his voice firmed up and he spoke with conviction. "All I know is that I never plan to fuck anybody else again but you, my beautiful angel."
Sally, of course, felt the same way. She fondled her father's cock and balls as she told him so. "A desert island?" she suggested hopefully.
"If only it were so simple," her father sighed. "Then what?" Sally persisted. She wanted an answer. She had come too far in making her dream come true to leave the future up in the air.
"Well, first we have to figure out what to do about your mother."
"Divorce her," Sally said without hesitation.
"I owe her something," her father answered. "What will she do without a man?"
Sally told him about the diary she had found, and about Frank, not knowing how her father would react.
He was overjoyed. "And all the time I felt so damn guilty about fooling around with your aunt," he said. Then his mood dipped. "What about your brother?"
"Believe me, Gordy can take care of himself," Sally said with assurance.
Her father nodded, but he remained troubled. "Suppose we do go ahead and run off together. I'll have to give up my job. How will we support ourselves?"
Sally's reply was firm and to the point. "I'll go out on the streets and peddle my ass if that's what it takes to keep us together." Then she giggled. "Actually, the idea of my father being my pimp sort of appeals to me."
Her father shrugged and grinned. "All right honey, you win," he said. "We'll work something out. It's a big world. Somewhere out there, there's a place for us."
It was music to Sally's ears. She felt the deep seated joy that every woman experiences when she had landed the man she loves. It was like a climax without being touched.
Hopelessly in love, Sally took her father's hand and tenderly squeezed it. They would always be together. She knew it. Everything from now on was gravy.
"You know, Daddy," Sally chuckled, "in spite of everything, we still really haven't gone all the way."
Her father did a double-take. "What are you talking about?" he said with disbelief.
"See if you can figure it out," Sally purred, flopping over onto her stomach.
Inching to her knees, she raised her ass in the air. Tantalizingly, she parted her asscheeks. She could feel her asshole burning in the open. In her mind's eye she could see her father's cock straightening out at the sight of it.
"Get the idea?" Sally murmured.
"Oh, baby," her father gushed, tenderly stroking the cheeks of her ass, "are you sure this is what you want?"
"What do you think?"
"It'll hurt."
Sally laughed with a lewd cackle. "It better, stud."
"Okay," her father said. "I'll just stick the head of my cock in…"
"I want your whole prick in my ass or nothing," Sally said, cutting him off.
"You're some woman," he sighed.
"The best!" Sally declared. "Now fuck my ass until I scream."
With nothing more to be discussed, the tip of her father's dick passed between the globes of her ass and flattened against the puckering circle of Sally's cherry-red asshole. She told him to shove. When he did, his cockhead vanished as if her asshole had sucked it inside of itself.
"Deeper! Deeper!" Sally demanded. "Give it all to me at once! Cram me!"
He had to do it. There was a force in Sally's voice that no man could resist. If she wanted ten inches of hard cock rammed up her ass with a single, brutal thrust, it was hers for the asking. Better judgment be damned. She brought out the rapist in a man.
Gasping from the uncontrollable surge between his legs, Sally's father felt his prick rocket forward like a torpedo. The resulting tightness was unbelievable and total. When he looked down, his dick was gone, buried in his daughter's sweet, young asshole.
They fucked until Sally screamed, as promised. But not in pain. For more. No matter how powerfully her father stabbed her tightest hole with his pistoning prick, Sally could never get enough. She was still crying out for his jackhammering thrusts to go deeper when her father could hold it no longer and came in her ass.
The torrent of jizz scorched Sally's insides and mad her howl with sheer joy. She squeezed her ass muscles, keeping it all in.
After the fucking was over, Sally rested in her exhausted father's arms, brimming with the magic of his cum. She was the happiest girl in the world.
Her eyelids drooping, Sally fell asleep in her father's loving embrace. She had a dream, but its meaning was real. She had climbed a mountain. A mountain so tall that she could look out over creation and spit at the world if that's what she wanted to do. Nobody could touch her unless she invited them up on the mountain with her. She would never come down.