How long they lay there with her cuddled, spoon-fashion, in the curve of his body, they had no idea. Finally the girl twisted in the curve of his arms and kissed his slack mouth, pushing her tongue between his lips to find and duel playfully with his.
After a moment or two of tender, loving kisses without passion, she tugged him up and they lay on the bed. "I want some more, Dad," she told him matter of factly, as if this were something she had done each day of her life. Her eyes were bright, sparkling with life and the fires of rekindled passion – that is, if they indeed ever did lose their flaming desire from the second Alan had taken his first irrevocable step into incest.
He gazed at her, shaking his head in disbelief. He'd Goddamn near torn her tiny asshole apart and ripped her a new cunt and damned if she still didn't want more! She should be too sore to move, and probably would be when she came down from her sexual high. "Sorry, pussycat," he pointed out patiently, "but your old dad's not a young man any longer. I simply can't perform on command." He reached down and closed his fingers around his flaccid dick and shook it at her. It looked like nothing so much as a giant, fat grub worm too deep in sleep to be awakened.
"I couldn't get this thing hard again if my life depended on it. In an hour or two, maybe…" He shrugged, leaving the rest unsaid; there was no further need.
"Tsk tsk tsk!" she teased, removing his hand from the limp dick and replacing it with her own. There was no denying that the softly stroking hand on his defeated cock felt extremely pleasant, but it was a dead issue, in a manner of speaking. His prick wouldn't get hard again this quickly even if God himself came down from heaven and gave a command for it to come to attention!
A new, strange gleam lit her dancing eyes. She licked her lips in anticipation. "I can make it stand straight up again. Wanna bet?" She smiled almost wickedly at him, her thumb caressing the tender under flesh of his cock.
Cocking his head, he said suspiciously, "Do I wanna what?" he mocked, using her colloquialism.
She tweaked his nose playfully for catching her slip. "You know very well what I mean, Dad!" she admonished, feigning anger.
"Nope – what?" he teased. Of course he had an idea, yet he wasn't certain. Not after what they'd just gone through.
"I know how to get it hard again. I've been reading loads of books and magazines," she explained patiently, as though she were the one teaching him all about sex instead of the other way around. Without awaiting an answer, her head went to his lap. Her lips parted far enough for her to take the head of his soft dick in her mouth. Her long, silky black hair brushed his thighs, tickling pleasantly.
It felt wonderful to have her hot, wet mouth around the head of his dick, but he knew his tool wouldn't get hard again after two comes – not even for his dream-woman, Angie Dickinson. "That's nice, sugar, but it… it… Oh, shit!" Her tongue caressed the underside of his cock on that super-sensitive strip of flesh. It made him grind his teeth.
"I told you I could do it!" she said triumphantly when she made him cry out. But she was wrong, so far. His prick was still as limp as a wet sack.
"Pussycat, it feels great, but my cock's simply not going to get hard again for a while yet." But he wasn't too certain of that because her wet mouth took every last inch of his soft cock, and it completely filled her. The smooth, hot head tickled the back of her throat and she held it there, sucking as best she could.
The effort choked her and made her eyes fill with tears. She knuckled them away with a sigh. "I'm still not going to give up, Dad," she assured him with a swallow. "I want you to come in my mouth. I want to know what it tastes like right out of your cock instead second-hand like a while ago," Lillian explained, referring to when she'd licked their mixed juices from his dick.
"Promise you won't get mad at me," she asked, "no matter what I do?"
What in hell could she possibly have in that lovely head of hers? He really couldn't imagine. But then, there have been thousands of fathers surprised and shocked when they learned the extent of their daughters' understanding and involvement in sex.
His shoulders lifted in a shrug, and he closed one eye and peered at her out of the other. "What are you going to do, angel?" He wanted to give her the go-ahead, but did he dare?
"You'll see," she beamed warmly. "But promise me first?"
"Okay, okay." He grinned at her and ruffled her hair. "I've got a feeling I shouldn't, but I promise. Do whatever you want and I'll keep my cool."
He watched her spit in her free hand and still had no idea what she was going to do. "I read about this in a fuck novel," she pointed out, her face flushing. She felt slightly embarrassed at what she was about to do to her father. For all she knew, he might come completely unglued. "It's supposed to really turn a man on. I sure hope it turns you on, Dad."
Alan didn't miss the skepticism. Obviously she wasn't sure of her ground. He wanted all sex to be easy for his daughter so he reassured her with, "Do it, sweetheart. Whatever it is, I won't mind." He laughed to show her he meant it. "What the hell. I might even like it – if you ever get around to doing it."
For a second he was on the brink of stopping her when she smeared her spit over his asshole and without any warning her middle finger pressed slowly but steadily up his bung. In spite of himself, he pulled away from her. At least he tried to get away from that probing finger until he reminded himself that he would let her do whatever she wanted. Actually, a finger digging in his asshole was not exactly his idea of sex. Yet, how could he justify stopping her when he'd just finished fucking her ass until she'd passed out? He couldn't. He grew still while she sucked his dick and fucked him up the ass with her finger.
Lillian didn't really know what she was supposed to do other than simply fuck his ass with her fingers while she sucked him off. She remembered that in the novel she'd read, the woman had stuffed her finger up her man's ass and caressed his prostate gland. Now just what the hell was a prostate gland? She didn't know – nor did she have the slightest idea how one went about finding it up someone's asshole.
It didn't hurt. However, Alan mused, it did absolutely nothing for him sexually. But if this was what she wanted to do, it was okay with him. Maybe it enhanced her sexual thrill in some way. He made up his mind to let her finish and then he'd inform her that being fucked up the ass with a finger wasn't exactly his joy bag. For that matter, getting fucked up the ass with anything wasn't his bag!
A glance up at her father's face told Lillian that, though he was enjoying her mouth laying his cock, the finger she had going in and out of his asshole was doing nothing for him. All wasn't lost, though. She had an idea. Instead of simply stuffing her finger in and out of his ass, Lillian made her finger go in a complete circle each time she shaved it up his ass, hoping with blind luck to touch that goodie called a prostate gland. On the fifth thrust and circle, the very tip of her finger brushed something silky and soft, and her father flinched.
Pressing her palm hard against the outer wall of his ass, she was able to force her finger another half-inch in his butt. She gurgled around his cock with joy when she found that special piece of flesh in his ass and felt his dick twitch in her mouth as she stroked it gently with the ball of her finger.
Nothing could have surprised Alan Madden more than when sparks seemed to ignite and rocket to his cock with each caress of her finger on something she'd discovered in his ass. My God, who would have imagined there was something in a man's ass that could feel this fantastic when touched in the manner his daughter was stroking him?
If it hadn't been happening to him, Alan wouldn't have believed it. For some reason, he thought of Lillian's tiny clitoris. Was this thing it his ass the male clitoris? Could nature have placed it there for sexual stimulation? He had no idea, but it definitely had a sexual purpose!
The girl would have squealed with sheer delight if she had not had her dad's growing dick in her mouth. She was extremely proud of herself for having found what she was searching for up her dad's asshole. The soft piece of limp meat in her mouth was quickly growing stiff. She felt it swelling, coming alive on her tongue.
Haw! And he'd said she couldn't make his cock hard again! Well, now he would simply have to be pleased with her knowledge of this much sex without ever having been fucked before. His prick was so big and hard now that she could no longer keep all of it in her mouth. She withdrew her mouth until just a little less than half his shaft remained between her softly sucking pink lips.
She twisted her tongue around, flicking the very tip into the tiny slit in the head of his bulging cock, and Alan moaned with delight. Never for a second did she let the finger deep in his ass stop its maddening caressing. It was driving her dad wild, half out of his mind. He was trying to fuck up into her mouth and back down on her finger at the same time.
He tugged her body around until she had her knees on either side of his body, her wet cunt poised directly above his face. Without being told, she lowered her hips and his mouth immediately found her stiff clitoris. He pulled the nub between his lips and started licking the nerve-filled head.
Alan couldn't help himself. He locked her head between his upraised thighs and started thrusting his cock up into her tight, sucking mouth. She didn't seem to mind that the knob forced her throat muscles aside and sank inches past the back of her mouth. She wanted her dad's cum, wanted to feel it spurting in her mouth, down her clinging throat.
When he started his climax, he came hard, flooding her hot mouth with his murky sperm. She was bursting with pride that she had gotten his cock hard again when he'd said it was impossible for at least another two hours. Not only had she made his dick hard again, she was sucking his delicious jizz from somewhere deep in his thrusting body.
His daughter drank greedily, sucking and swallowing each jetting spurt. She loved the slightly salty taste of his jizz, loved the sticky slipperiness it gave her tongue and mouth. Lillian trembled with the thrill of her father's fuck juice shooting down her throat, and she sucked harder, wanting every drop he had to give her.
His swollen cock stopped erupting, but the girl never ceased her sucking. She could get no more from him, though. He was empty, and exhausted. With a sigh the girl reluctantly gave his prick its freedom and let it slip from between her lips.
Alan was completely drained. Never had he experienced three climaxes in succession. It was a new record for him. What he didn't know, but would discover in the months ahead, was that he was capable of sexual feats which would make the average man believe himself slightly superhuman.
With a tug, he pulled his daughter into the security of his arms, snuggling her close as he pushed his tongue in her mouth and tasted his sperm.