The air was thick with the smell of their lovemaking. Biff Anderson was so tired he could barely pull his deflated cock from his daughter's asshole.
Only now, after so many years of guilt, could Biff really relax. The experience was no new to him that he never wanted it to end.
His daughter was drooped over the bathtub like a piece of cooked linguini. Her rounded buttocks faced him, the black slit cutting across her perfect ass. He was drawn to this black line. If he had been told that fucking his daughter's tender butt could be so much fun, he would have rejected the notion. He knew a couple of guys at work who bragged about getting drunk and banging their daughters. These guys didn't think much about incest. It was just something that happened. "Man, I was drunk and my little darling was just there in the room and it seemed the most natural thing in the world to slide those britches off her young hips and put my cock in there," explained one guy. He was so sincere and unself-conscious about committing incest that it flabbergasted Biff. At the time, he had no idea how to respond.
But now he did. Because Janet had been so nice and soft and understanding, not to mention devilishly sexy twitching those hips around his hard prick, that he would never question any form of sex again.
"You're all right, aren't you, Janet?" Biff asked his daughter. "I didn't hurt you or anything?"
"No, I'm fine," Janet answered. She was not hurt at all. Oh, the pink hole in her rear stung a little bit, but that was all right. The continuous sexual throb that had dominated her body for these past frantic hours seemed to be diminishing.
She was tired as hell. It went beyond mental and physical fatigue. Every atom in her body was exhausted. She reached down to her cunt and gripped her furry friend with her palm. Her fingers toyed with her clitoris, but only a dull twitch gave any indication how excited she had been.
She wiggled her butt with great difficulty. There was a stinging deep inside her rectum and the tortured channel walls went squish-squish when she moved. His hot, buttery sperm leaked from her hole like a faucet. Never had she been so thoroughly dominated.
Janet felt born again.
Awkwardly rising from the tub side, she stumbled to her father and squatted next to him. For several moments the two lovers sat in silence. Then her father spoke.
"Hey, that was all right," he said.
"Sure was."
As Biff slowly regained his strength a thought nagged him. He rested a elbow on one knee. His daughter slumped into the opening and picked up his flaccid cock. It drooped in her fingers and she gently handled the slime-covered end.
"You need a cleaning, Daddy," she said. Without waiting for an answer, Janet brought her lips down and cleaned all the sperm away from the knotty end. When his skin shone from the gentle licking of her two lips, she dropped him back into his matted jungle of pubic hair.
Her father was still lost in thought. He toyed with his chin and then scratched his curly hair. Janet didn't know what to make of him. Something was bothering him all right. She wondered if licking his penis had been a turn off. She could not imagine why. All the boys liked blow jobs. And especially when she slurped and sucked with lips and tongue.
"What's this guy Duke like?" he said.
Janet hesitated. Her daddy might get upset if he found out Duke was a pimp. He might do something, drastic like crush his skull in. Janet was through fucking other men. She had her father. And that was more than enough man for her.
So Janet described Duke as a nice guy who had suffered a couple of tough breaks in life. He was all right once you got to know him, she confided.
Biff rose from the floor and stretched. He looked at his watch and realized they had been locked up together for almost an hour. He turned on the shower and stepped inside to wash the caked-on filth off his skin.
Janet waited outside for him to finish.
"How did you meet Charlie?" he said.
"I was at the bar and he picked up on me," she answered. Janet wondered what her father was driving at. She got up and sat on the toilet seat. Her buns slipped down on the seat and she wiggled down against the inside edge.
"Does every man do what Charlie did to you?" said her father. He was still in the shower. The curtain closed around him so Janet could only see his shadow moving behind. She was suddenly aware that her skin was crusty from Charlie's pee.
"No, Daddy," she answered truthfully.
"It's wrong!" he yelled. He flung the shower curtain back with a snap that brought Janet's head up.
Her father's face was contorted in anger. He held his limp cock in front of him like a gun ready to shoot. "You disgraced me!" he said.
"But I didn't know, Daddy," she pleaded. "Really I didn't!"
Biff was not going to give an inch. His heart beat with furious anger. It seemed to radiate from the center of his chest down through his abdomen and out the hole of his cock. He looked at his daughter and felt murderous.
He grabbed his daughter roughly by the arm and pulled her across down to the bath tub with him. Her rear arched upwards across his lap.
The fight went out of his daughter like air from a punctured balloon. Balling her fists, she waited for the resounding whack of his hand across her bottom.
She had acted like a tramp. Charlie was just another stranger – only his idea of fun was a bit more bizarre than her other lovers. It was one thing to let a man penetrate her slit and quite another to suck up his pee!
Biff's deflated cock pressed through his closed thighs and up against her navel. Her belly muscles were taut as piano wire. A thick miasma of expired sex drifted from her butt. It overwhelmed Biff's sensitive nose like a dose of smelling salts. He brought his hand back high over his head and then down solidly across her fluttering buttocks.