The insistent ringing of the phone pounded into Alan Madden's skull like a jackhammer. He reached for it, removing it from the hook, and set it on the nightstand. Sleepily, he fumbled for his cigarettes and lighter. Flicking the wheel, he glanced at his watch. It was a quarter past six.
Goddamn it! he thought. Who the fucking hell could be dumb enough to call a man at this ungodly hour of the morning?
He sucked on the cigarette, pulling the smoke deep into his lungs while regarding the phone, debating with himself whether he should find out who was on the other end of the line and what they wanted. Again he drew on the cigarette before mashing it out in an ironwood ashtray and picking up the receiver.
"Hello!" he barked into the mouthpiece, leaving no doubt that he was displeased over being disturbed this early in the morning. "Do you know what time it is? It's five o'clock in the fucking morning!"
"Stop exaggerating, Dad!" she scolded him with a tingling laugh. "It's after six and you know it. Did I wake you?" She laughed again and added, "Even if I did, you don't have to be so grouchy, Dad."
When he heard the familiar voice, a warm glow spread throughout his stomach, as if he had just tossed off a double shot of excellent, imported Scotch. "No," he lied, his tone soft. "I was awake, baby." Even if he wanted to, Alan could not have prevented the tingling feeling from bubbling in his nuts at the mere sound of her sexy, sultry voice.
She laughed, aware of the effect she always had on her darling father. "I love you, Dad," she whispered, evoking memories of the many wonderful times the two of them had fucked each other to the point of exhaustion. She never failed to fill him with an urgent, burning desire since that first time he had dared screw her, making her his lover and a woman. But a woman only in the sense that she was to learn every aspect of sex. Alan had unknowingly instilled in his daughter the burning demand for sexual satisfaction which equaled and, more often than not, surpassed his own.
"Are you still in bed?" she asked, and there was a different quality in her voice than there had been a moment before. It was a soft purr, almost a tangible caress deep in his groin.
"Uh-huh," he answered, then teased her with: "But I'm about to get up and go to the office. I've got some things I've been neglecting and I must get them done before the staff arrives. Why?" He knew precisely why she'd asked, and was pleased that she had.
"Kirk left for work a few minutes ago," she explained, as if he wasn't well-aware of what time her husband departed each morning. "May I come over?" An astute ear would have detected the slight pleading quality projected even through the phone.
"Welllll," he drew the word out, feigning serious consideration whether he actually wanted her to spend a few hours with him. When, in fact, he wanted nothing more than to have her in his arms with her legs over his shoulders, her horny pussy wrapped around his rook-hard cock. "I don't know about that. I'll have to think about it for a while. I'll call you back after a while and let you know."
"Dad!" she reproached angrily. "Don't you dare tease me at a time like this! My pussy's so hot it's smoking. If I don't get your big beautiful cock in me real soon, I'm going to go stark raving mad!" There was no mistaking Lillian's pressing need to fuck her handsome father. "I've got to have you, Dad – I've got to have you right now!" She sounded desperate, as if she were in pain.
"What're you waiting for then?" he smiled into the mouthpiece. He tried to master his emotions but the flames leaped in his balls and his cock hardened in anticipation as he conjured up a vision of how it would be with his daughter in a few short minutes.
"Don't get up then!" It sounded like an order, yet it was only her desperate hunger for sex with her father that gave it this quality. "I'll be there in ten minutes," she assured him. "Do you love me, Dad? I mean, do you really love me aside from the sex?" She wanted to hear him say so, even though she already knew what the answer would be.
"You know I do, darling," he assured her, meaning every word. "Life would have damn little value without you, baby." Alan heard her gasp for breath, then a few seconds later, a contented sigh reached his ears. He knew what had caused her heavy breathing and it made his cock leap in his hand as he stroked the sensitive knob. "Did you make it, baby?"
"Uh-huh," she answered, breathing another ragged sigh into the phone. "Want to hear what I was doing?"
"You know Goddamn well I do!" he answered, not realizing he had growled into the phone. Alan tossed the covers back and started slowly stroking his stiff cock. As always, it was thrilling for him when she depicted what she did sexually.
"I put my fingers in my pussy the second I heard your voice. And while you were talking," she whispered in her sexy, sultry voice, "I sat here with my legs over the arms of the chair finger-fucking myself until I came. Then I licked my fingers until I had all the juice off them. Mmmmmm… delicious, Dad!"
The phone clicked in his ear when she hung up. He knew she was on her way to him. It took all his will power to release his prick before he'd finished jacking off, but he did. It would have been such a waste to come this way. Alan showered, shaved and brushed his even white teeth so his mouth would be fresh for his daughter when she arrived, although he knew she would be sucking his prick far more than she would his tongue. He had just finished changing the sheets when he heard the soft, muted hum of Lillian's expensive sports car when she tooled it expertly into the white graveled driveway. The foreign job was a wedding gift from her husband of less than ninety days. And it had been ninety days of raw, naked hell for her. Not that Kirk wasn't a charming, adoring, attentive husband, for he certainly was all of that, and more. But every day that she could not fuck her father was sheer agony for her.
As she ran up the walk to the side entrance, Lillian shot a quick glance over her creamy shoulder at the sixteen-thousand-dollar automobile and stuck her tongue out at it. She would gladly give the car away in exchange for still living here with her adored father. "Darn you, Dad!" she snapped at the house as if her father were standing there in the door. "Why'd you make me do it? Everything was so perfect for us." No other man could make her cunt explode into licking flames of raw passion as her father could. She had laid several other men, but none could equal him. Some of them had given her many delicious moments of sexual pleasure, though when she equated them with her father there was no comparison.
Lillian recalled his exact words that morning when he had turned her perfectly happy world upside down. It was Saturday and their itinerary called for a day of water skiing at Lake Tahoe; they would be there in forty-five minutes in Alan's private Lear jet. But instead of a day of play at the lake, he had exploded their planned fun into a million fragments when he pulled her down on his lap and told her what had been bothering him for several months.
"Baby," he started while she squirmed her sexy ass around in his naked lap until she had his cock captured snugly between her thighs, "I want you to listen carefully to me because what I have to say concerns our lives, your happiness and mine." He nibbled the soft petal of her exquisite ear and he felt his cock beginning to harden like a piece of rolled steel. And he knew exactly what a stiff dick would lead them to. But it was his fault; he knew he shouldn't have drawn her into his naked lap before he'd told her what he felt he must. But, he thought, nuzzling the milky curve at the hollow of her throat, it wouldn't have mattered if they were both fully clothed. He could never get near her without getting a hard-on. He smiled and nipped her gently on the throat. This lovely daughter of his was one hell of a lot of woman. If she really tried, she could make a statue get a hard-on, for she was truly that sexy, or so it seemed to Alan Madden. He had fucked her what seemed like a million and two times, yet he could be miles away from her and his dick would grow suddenly hard with the mere thought of the last time he had felt her long, beautiful thighs around his waist or over his shoulder.
"Okay," she said, turning her raven-tressed head towards him to lick his lips, her flashing green eyes filled with so much love for her father, her lover, that had anyone looked into those eyes, they could not have failed to read the smoldering message behind her sooty, silken lashes. And the dangerous thing was that she didn't seem to care who knew how she felt; in fact, it often seemed as if she were flaunting her intense love for the man who had sprung her into life.
This was the very thing Alan was on the verge of discussing with his daughter. Several times he had cautioned her about this, but no matter how many times he warned her, she simply could not seem to understand the danger under which she placed them by not bridling her emotions toward him when they were in public. No matter where they were or what they might be doing, Lillian's bottomless, passionate love for him couldn't be concealed. And eventually someone was going to reach the conclusion that there was a far greater love between them than the usual attachment and devotion of a father and daughter. And should it be discovered that Alan Madden was fucking his daughter, he would spend many, many years in the state prison, the infamous San Quentin.
"Angel," he started again, "I hope you'll try to understand what I'm going to say… what I must say to you. I want you to…"
Before he could say anything further, Lillian laid her fingertips across his lips. "Wait a minute, Dad," she interrupted, feeling between her thighs for his dick. She had felt his rod growing stiff within a few seconds after her warm, soft ass settled down in his lap. Her fingers closed around the shaft and pointed the head at her crotch. With her free hand, she pulled the elastic of her panties aside and, lifting her ass a few inches, settled back down with a sigh as the swollen, thick knob pushed her wet twat lips apart, sinking through the slippery flesh until the head settled snugly against the end of her cunt.
The slick warmth of her pussy enveloped his cock like a tight-fitting glove which had been made precisely for him. And, in a manner of speaking, her pussy had been created for him only. At least so it seemed since he'd first fucked her. As good as it felt, he was on the verge of protesting that what he had to say was far too important for them to confuse the issue by indulging in a screw. But he held his tongue; once Lillian made up her mind she wanted his dick in her snatch, she had a single-minded determination about it and she seldom let anything short of an outright fight prevent her from fucking her dad. Aside from that, Alan had to admit to himself, there was nothing in the world quite like having his dick in his baby's hot, clutching pussy. He had fucked many women in his lifetime, but never once had he found one who could even come close to giving him the sexual thrills his daughter gave him. Maybe it was the forbidden perversity of the act of father and daughter fucking and sucking each other that gave it that added dimension of excitement. He wasn't sure what it was that made sex with her so much better than with anyone else. But whatever it was, he was thankful the right chemistry existed between them.
When they fucked, no matter whether he had his dick in her cunt, ass, or her sweetly sucking mouth, it was always special for him. And there was a magic in it for her, too. There had to be, he reasoned, because, so far as he knew, Lillian had never fucked another man until after she was married. That is, aside from the sex he and she had with other men or women right here at the house. A couple of years after he'd started fucking her, he tried to get her to date some young men but she had grown so angry and then so terribly hurt at his suggestion that he'd never broached the subject again.
"I don't want to fuck anyone but you, Dad," she'd explained patiently after she got herself back together again. But still her lovely green eyes filled with tears as she thought about his suggestion that she should have sex with someone other than her father so she would learn what it was like to fuck another male besides himself. "And I don't want to suck any man's dick but yours!" she snapped, her hanger overshadowing her hurt. Twin jewel-like tears spilled from her long lashes and tumbled down her flushed cheeks.
Those tears had made Alan feel like a big jackass, and to make it up to her he said, "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I'll never mention the subject again." He had kissed her damp eyes and licked the salty tears from her cheeks. His hand went under the micro-mini and his fingers snaked between her thigh and the elastic of her panties and sank palm deep in her tight cunt. For a few minutes he had stroked in and out of her twat, making certain she was soaking wet before moving to her swollen clitoris. With the ball of his index finger he caressed it until he had her reduced to a panting she-animal who was fucking hard against his probing fingers.
"Am I forgiven, baby?" he had whispered, and tongued her pink ear. He knew he could turn her into a puddle of quivering jelly anytime he wished simply by caressing her ever-hungry pussy. "You don't have to fuck anyone but me. This pussy," he had soothed against her ear, and pushed his fingers all the way in her hole when she thrust her hips forward, "is all mine and mine alone, if that's the way you want it."
She had nodded her head and sniffled back the tears as Alan went on. "You misunderstood what I meant. I didn't mean that you had to fuck anyone else – I merely thought you might want to see what it would be like to have sex with someone else besides your old father. You'll never know, sugar," he pointed out, "till you try another cock."
Strangely enough, even though he had been saying it, he wasn't sure he meant it. Why was he trying to talk her into fucking some young punk kid who probably wouldn't know a damn thing about sex – a dummy who would know no better than to simply jump between her thighs, cram his cock in her cunt, pump a few times and come. It would probably be over quicker than it would take to tell about it.
His left hand had also gone under her skirt. It went in the back of her panties and down the crack of her ass, past her asshole and his fingers entered her cunt from the rear. When his fingers were wet and slippery, Alan moved them back up to her asshole and pushed two fingers in her bung up to his second knuckle, then began pumping them in and out with a circular motion.
"Ye… yes!" she had gasped in answer as she went up on her tiptoes to reach his mouth. Her sweet tongue pushed in his mouth. "Fuck my asshole with your fingers!"
That had been the end of his attempts to get his daughter to fuck someone else. But he had grown afraid they might somehow be caught because of her seemingly uncontrollable penchant to fondle and caress his cock no matter where they were or what they might be doing.
So when she'd said, "There, now go ahead with your oh-so-serious discussion," he wasn't sure he could talk intelligently with his cock buried to the hilt in her slick, velvet-soft cunt.
But he had managed it much better than he'd thought he would. Alan explained that he wanted her to get married, and the reason behind his decision. She'd cried and protested that she would kill herself before she would leave him and marry some dumb punk who wouldn't know his ass from a hole in the ground. But with a great deal of patience Alan was able to convince her it was the best thing to do, otherwise both of them might end up in prison. If she were married, then no one would think anything was going on between her and Alan. Yet, it was only after she had his solemn promise that she could still fuck him whenever one visited the other that she agreed.
And now here she was back home once more to make him fulfill that promise once again. When Lillian opened the door to the bedroom, a warm smile parted her lips, exposing sparkling, even white teeth. Her wide eyes blazed with instant desire for her naked father stretched across the bed on his stomach. How very delicious his tight, firm ass looked to her.
"I'm going to eat up every sweet inch of your body, Dad!" she whispered just loud enough for him to hear. Lillian knew he wouldn't reply; she also knew he would lie utterly still and let her manipulate his yielding body to meet and satisfy her burning desires – and thereby quench the leaping fires within himself.
Before Lillian reached the bed, she was naked. When she hooked her thumbs in the elastic band of her panties and pushed them from her rounded hips, she noticed that the crotch was soaked. She smiled to herself; her father always had this effect on her, especially when they were going to fuck. Alan didn't even need to touch her to start her cunt juices flowing.
With her heart racing, pounding so hard within her chest she feared it would actually explode, she grasped his ankles and spread his legs as far apart as they would stretch without causing him discomfort. She looked between his parted thighs for his cock, but it was hidden under his belly. But she saw something almost as good; his heavy balls looked delightful. Lillian leaned forward with her hands on either side of his ass and sucked one nut gently into her warm, wet, hungry mouth.
Tiny imps played tag with each other as they scampered up her spine and darted around to her proud tits and hardening nipples. It seemed as though the imps were dressed in a million brilliantly colored feathers when they tumbled about in her sprouting nipples, then down through her bubbling stomach to her wet, slippery cunt.
With her long, slender fingers – fingers that knew this hard body better than any living person – she spread the cheeks of his butt and gazed down at her father's brownish-pink, puckered asshole. Soft whimpering sounds trickled from her lips, but she was so enthralled with the anticipation of what she was about to do to her father that she was completely unaware the murmurs were coming from her.
It had been far, far too long since she'd made tender, sweet love to Alan's asshole. His buns quivered when Lillian pushed her tongue as deep as she could up his ass. God, how she loved the silky feel of his flesh against her sensitive tongue as it slipped in and out of his ass. Her secret fantasy was that her tongue was a cock – her cock. As she reamed his bung, she imagined her thrusting tongue to be her own huge cock; for a few moments she pretended that she had grown a big, steel-hard dick and was fucking her own father with it. Often she wondered why she harbored such fantasies, but she found no answer. Was it because he fucked her in the ass and this was her way of getting even? No. For she loved it to death when he fucked her asshole. Whatever the reason, it was one of her favorite things to do to him, and for him. And that was all that really mattered.
Lillian licked from his balls up to the crack of his ass, over his twitching shitter, up to the base of his spine and then back down to his quivering bung. Her tongue tip flicked teasingly into the warm asshole, circled it, and suddenly darted inside like a stabbing cock in a slippery cunt.
A groan started deep in Alan's chest and worked its way up through his throat and parted his lips. "Ooooooh! Goddamn, that's good, baby! So fucking good!" he cried, thrusting his ass back against her face, trying to force her maddening tongue deeper in his bung.
As gently as though she were cupping a robin's eggs, Lillian slipped her hand between the sheet and his body and caressed his hot balls for a moment or two before forcing her hand farther up to grasp his throbbing cock. Her wet, knowing tongue slipped easily out of his relaxed asshole. The distended flesh seemed to clutch and grab at his daughter's escaping tongue as it convulsed and quivered.
"No, Lillian, no!" he protested, wanting her tongue to remain up his ass. "Don't stop, Goddammit! Fuck my asshole with your tongue! Fuck me!"