The next evening, Kay and Steve left right after dinner to spend the night with their cousins next door. Penny had a babysitting job a few blocks away, so she left right after dinner with Paul, who was going to drop her off and then go on to a movie in town.
Bob had sat impatiently through dinner with his raging hard-on hidden beneath his napkin. But, the minute he and his wife were alone, he guided her toward their bedroom. Ever since the night before, when she had given herself away about how much she had loved her sexual relationship with her father, Bob had been chomping at the bit to get her into bed again where, as he had promised her, he would make her tell him all the juicy details.
In the master bedroom, Bob pulled his wife to him and kissed her… long and deep.
"Mmmm, good," Jill purred, wrapping her arms around her husband's neck and grinding her body against his. "Let's do that again."
Bob groaned and mashed his lips against Jill's, working his tongue in and out of his mouth as if he were fucking her mouth. Her body strained against him, the firm points of her nips digging into his chest, her crotch rubbing against the growing cock-bulge in his pants.
"Ohhhh, yeah, that's really nice, honey," she whispered, pulling away long enough to slip one hand between their bodies. She slowly unzipped his fly.
Bob draped his arms around his wife as she pulled his swollen prick from his trousers. She held his cock in her palm, giving it a hard squeeze, then slowly began to pull on its full length.
Jill wasn't sure what had brought about this change in her husband. One minute he was impotent. Then, he was fucking her like a mad man, and now here he was the following night, eager to fuck her again.
She knew it had something to do with her past sexual life with her father. She had always known it turned him on. Until now, she had always held back from telling him what he wanted to know, but now she knew he was giving her no choice.
Bob pulled away from his wife and sank down on the king sized bed, pushing his pants down.
"Come on, honey. Get naked with me," he urged.
Bob removed his shirt quickly. Now he was completely naked, able to give his full attention to his wife's slow, strip teasing style of disrobing.
She ware no bra and, as her blouse was removed, the man caught sight of her large, firm tits with their hard, brownish nips.
She wore sexy black bikini panties which barely concealed her rounded pussy mound. She reached beneath the waistband to pull them off, but Bob suddenly realized that she looked sexier with them on.
"Leave them on, baby," he ordered, "and come here."
Obediently, Jill sat down on the edge of the bed next to her husband, leaning over to kiss him. As their tongues locked together once again, Bob felt his balls aching and he wound his fingers in her hair, pushing her head down toward his crotch.
"Suck me off, bitch!" he growled.
The authoritative tone in her husband's voice aroused the woman incredibly and she eagerly fell to her knees between Bob's, legs. Her head was now just inches above his stiff prick and she slowly pushed his muscular thighs apart.
Jill kissed Bob's belly, then worked her way down around his hip, finally shoving her face between his legs.
"Unnh, yeah!" Bob groaned as he felt an electric shock shoot through his body.
Jill's wet tongue caressed his cum-loaded balls, lapping at them, lifting first one, then the other, before moving on to the firm flesh of his cock, his upper thighs, and back to his flat tummy.
Now, she used her tongue to caress his prick, and her teasing movements drove the man wild with desire. But each time that Bob tried to push her mouth over his cock, she skillfully, teasingly ducked away, tickling him under his balls with her rapidly moving tongue or licking to the sides of his groin.
"Jeeeesus Christ, you little cock-tease!" he shouted. "Suck me, Jilly! Suck me, damn you!"
She raised her head and looked at him. Her face was flushed with sexual excitement and she was all but breathless.
"If you want me to suck you, make me," she whispered. "Make me suck you."
Bob had never heard that kind of intense need in his wife's voice before, and it thrilled him even though he wasn't sure what she meant at first. But then, Jill took one of his large hands and brought it to her tit, forcing him to squeeze it tightly. She half shut her eyes and moaned with excitement.
"Tonight, Bob… tonight, I want you to force me to do things to you… that's what my father did to me… do that… turn me on that way and I'll tell you everything you want to know about all the times my daddy and I fucked each other!"
His wife's obscene words made Bob's cock jerk with excitement and he swallowed hard, trying to contain himself. Without one second's hesitation, he fondled one of his wife's plump nipples and then pinched it hard enough to make Jill wince with pain. At the same time, he reached up with his other hand and grasped her hair roughly, demandingly.
"Now… suck my cock, bitch!" he ordered, sliding his hand over to torture her other nipple.
Groaning with desire, Jill happily submitted to the demands of her husband, loving his masculine forcefulness. She hungrily sucked his cock deeply into her wet mouth.
Bob's fingers refused to let her escape. Jill felt herself being forced to swallow more and more of his hard cockmeat in the full length was inside her mouth.
"Suck it good, bitch!" Bob demanded huskily, finally releasing her hair.
He used both of his hands on her aching tits rubbing and pinching and squeezing them as long as her mouth moved skillfully on his cock but as soon as her movements grew slack, he took his hands from her tits, refusing to hurt her the way she wanted him to.
Bob found that he was really turned on by this little game, just as turned on as Jill was by having her husband force her to suck him off good.
The man was amazed by the incredible sucking his wife was giving his bursting cock. She had sucked him off many, many times, and she had always done it enthusiastically and skillfully. But this blow-job… this was being done with a desperate sort of lust-driven frenzy that felt so good and so thrilling to the man, it was as if he had never had his prick sucked before. And he knew that this exceptional blow-job was due to the memories Jill had… memories of her father fucking her when she was just a kid.
"Unnhhh, yeah, you got it, baby, you got it. Lick your daddy's cock!" he groaned, sensing that she would turn on even more at his reference to her daddy's cock.
He was right. Jill attacked the man's prick with renewed fervor, thrilled to the sensations of her tongue, lips, and teeth. When he was close to coming, he pulled her hot, sucking mouth off his prick.
"Now… lick my balls," he urged. When Jill deliberately failed to obey him at once, he gave each of her tits a hard slap, making them swing obscenely back and forth.
"Ohhhh," she groaned with pain and pleasure as her tongue began to lick his balls.
"Take my cock in your mouth," he demanded a few minutes later.
Jill stopped licking his balls and she stared up at him with eyes wide with excitement.
"No… I won't do it," she said faintly, hoping that he would force her to do it.
"You lousy cunt! You heard me… take my balls into your lousy, fuckin' mouth!" the man growled.
"No," she said meekly. And then she waited for the punishment that she longed for.
His blow across her face was rapid and hard, leaving a red handprint on her lily-white flesh.
"When I tell you to do something, I want it done! And right now!" he shouted.
Jill gasped and reeled backwards, flushing with pleasure as she felt the beginnings of an orgasm.
"No… no… I won't do it," she moaned again.
"Oh yes you will," Bob cried, thrilled by the way his wife was responding to his rough treatment of her. He slapped her again, then slapped each tit, making them bounce and grow red with each blow.
"Oh, God, yessss!" Jill cried, closing her eyes and throwing her head back.
With a breathless groan, she let her husband pull her head down to his crotch. His big hard prick was sticking up right in her face and, as she opened her mouth to suck his balls inside, an intense orgasm racked her helpless body.
Bob held her tightly while her powerful orgasm passed through her, then he moved her mouth back toward his balls. She sucked the churning balls into her mouth eagerly now, one ball at a time, while the man settled back and closed her eyes with pleasure. His prick throbbed upwards against his taut belly.
Jill continued to suck her husband's balls until he decided that he wanted her to suck his cock again. He guided her face to the bottom of his trembling cockshaft, and she expertly worked her way up its length with her lips and tongue, finally taking the pulsing cockhead inside her hot, wet mouth. Then she worked up and down his prick, using her mouth like a cunt.
Bob knew that if he didn't stop her, he would shoot into her mouth, and he didn't want that.
"Get on your back now, bitch! I want to fuck you!" he ordered, pushing her face away from his crotch.
"No, don't fuck me. I don't want you to fuck me," Jill lied, her face flushed with excitement while she waited for the punishment that she was sure he would give her.
Bob grabbed her by her hair again, this time throwing her onto her back on the bed. With his other hand, he ripped her panties off brutally, deliberately shredding the flimsy garment.
Jill's little pussy was dripping from the excitement of her husband's masterful behavior, and little drops of pussy juice matted her fine pussy hairs.
"Noooo," she moaned. "Don't rape me, Daddy!" She was giving in to her fantasy.
"Shut up, bitch! Raping you is just what I'm gonna do to you!" the man bellowed, really getting into the fantasy with his wife.
He could almost believe that he was about to rape one of his sexy daughters, maybe virginal Penny, whose little cherry needed her daddy's prick to pop it.
"No, Daddy, no! Oh, God, please don't rape me!" she cried, quivering with lust.
Bob lowered himself onto his wife's body and pinned her wrists up over her head with one hand. His other hand worked over each tit. When Jill was panting and sobbing, he reached down and raised her leg over his back.
"Now I'm gonna rape the holly shit out of you you've just been begging for it!"
His cock was lined up with her juicing cunt, its tip already pushing hornily against her tight pussylips. Her free leg raised up freely as his big prick fucked into her cunt. She came at once, groaned and took a few deep breaths, and then began fucking in earnest, still thinking about her father raping her.
Bob held the woman by her wrists, which were still raised above her head as he fucked her. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine Penny's body pinned helplessly by his muscular one. And as he continued to fuck his wife, it was Penny's cunt he was ramming into Penny's little virginal pussy which was gratefully clasping her daddy's prick to its trembling walls.
His prick throbbed and he knew he was about to come. Jill felt it, too, and she cried out excitedly.
"Yes, Daddy, yessss! Shoot your cumin me! Come!"
As she began to come, Bob buried the full length of his cock into her hot, spasming cunt and spilled his jism into her. He gripped her ass painfully as her tightening pussy muscles milked him of all of his jizz.
Then he rolled off of her and lay beside her, panting hard.
"Jill," he rasped when he was finally able to catch his breath: "Why did you let me think the wrong thing about your father all these years? Why didn't you just tell me that you wanted him to fuck you… that you enjoyed it?"
"Well," she began, turning her face away from him as she spoke, "for one thing, he really did rape me the first time."
"Did you end up liking it?"
"Y-yes," she admitted shyly, "I did!"
"You said 'for one thing'. What's the other thing?" Bob asked.
"After the first time – after my daddy popped my cherry – I loved fucking with him so much, but I always thought it was wrong. So, of course, I felt guilty and I was afraid to tell you how much I really liked it, afraid that it would turn you off," she said softly, now turning to look at him.
"Oh, baby," he said, reaching out and beginning to fondle her trembling tits. "It turns me on, not off!"
"I… I found out last night," she said with a slight laugh.
"Here we've wasted these years… both of us loving the idea of a father fucking his own little girl, and both of us hiding it from the other," he said, shaking his head as he thought of all that wasted time.
"You're thinking about Kay and Penny, aren't you?" Jill asked, suddenly realizing what was really bothering her husband. "You want to fuck them, don't you?"
"Uh, we'll talk about that later, honey," he mumbled.
"Well, all I know is that when we start talking about my daddy fucking me, there's no way this guy here could be impotent," Jill said, fingering the man's half-hard cock.
"You're right, baby," Bob groaned. "Get my prick all hard again and I'll give you another hot fuck!"
"Ohhhh, I'd love it! How about if I suck you?" she asked eagerly.
"Be my guest."
He pulled her face down to his cock. He watched her part her lips and moisten the head of his prick with her tongue, then suck the entire cockshaft down into her throat.
"How old were you the first time your daddy fucked you, Jill?" Bob asked, gently withdrawing his prick from her mouth so she could answer him.
"I was very young," Jill said softly, knowing that the time had come for complete honesty about her fuck sessions with her beloved father.
"God, Jill, didn't you hate the idea of a guy as old as your father fucking you your very first time? Wouldn't you have rather had a boy your own age do the honors of popping your cherry?" the man asked, realizing as he asked.
Wondering about Jill's thoughts about her own virgin fucking but wanting to know how Penny might feel about him fucking her.
"Oh, no! Not at all!" she cried as Bob began to rub her cheek with his stiff prick. "My daddy was mature, sexually experienced, and he really knew what he was doing."
Jill ducked her head and kissed the insides of the man's thighs. Bob shut his eyes and moaned softly. His cock swelled and began to throb.
"God, Jill! Your father fucked you when you were just about Penny's age. Good God!" he cried, extremely turned on.
He pictured himself as that father and Penny as the young girl ready to have her cherry popped. He could visualize the young beauty lying on her back in her bed, her long legs pushed up against her budding tits, his own massive cock plowing up her cherry cunt. An intense sensation of incestuous longing and fuck-lust rocked through his loins at the lewd image and he grabbed his wife roughly by the hair, shoving her down onto the bed.
"Ohhh, you're sooo rough!" she said excitedly, landing on her back. She remained still as her husband's strong hands lifted her legs, then bent them back so that her knees were brushing her nips.
"Did you like having your daddy fuck you?" he asked, bringing his rock-hard cock, to the opening of her pussy.