Once upon a time there was a name named Eugene and he had two daughters: flat-chested Tammi was ten and petite Tiffany was thirteen.
Tammi was a sex fiend, even at her age; she had been since she was seven, having fucked all the boys from age eight to eighteen in the neighborhood, plus some of their fathers, brothers, uncles, and the mailman who was fifty-three. She was a cute blonde thing with a genetic craving for cock, just like her mom was, when her mom was around. Not long ago she'd approached her father matter-of-factly, asking him outright during a cozy father-daughter talk whether he'd ever thought about what it would be like to have sex with her.
He hadn't, but she pressed on: wouldn't he like to know how it felt? After some pussyfooting around, he admitted that the idea appealed to him. Now, he didn't seriously believe she would attempt to go through with it. But they talked about sex, and when they went to bed-separately, mind you-it was obvious that both of them were hot and bothered and would probably fantasize that very night about having sex with each other.
After Eugene had gone to sleep, Tammi simply decided it was no use waiting, so she went into her father's bedroom and got into bed with him. Tammi was naked, and she crept quietly into bed so Eugene wouldn't wake up right there. Then she cuddled up to him, hoping that he would react instinctively.
He did.
Even when Tammi reached down to cop a feel of her father's penis, he started breathing heavily without waking up, and the boner wasn't long in coming. So Tammi poured on the heat. She went down on him and took his semi-swelled male shaft into her little mouth. Very quickly Daddy's penis got quite a bit harder, and he woke up to the feel of his daughter's soft tongue licking the family jewels. His first reaction was that it must be some lady he picked up at the bar doing it, but he soon realized that something wasn't right.
He looked up, and for a while couldn't make the image of his daughter match the reality of the act she was in the middle of.
But when he did understand, he let out a yell: “Tammi! What are you doing!”
She lifted her head and said, “Sucking your dick, Daddy.”
“Have you lost your mind?”
“I'm doing what we both want. Don't deny it, lay back and enjoy it!”
Eugene made as if he wanted to say something more, but gave it up. Trembling, he leaned back and found that he could quite easily surrender to the pleasurable sensation. He allowed himself this stint of incestuous fellatio, and closed his eyes.
Tammi, of course, wouldn't settle for a just a blow-job, so without much warning at all she straddled her father's glistening, rigid manhood and sank herself down on its shaft before Eugene even realized what she was doing.
When he felt it-and it was a quite different feeling that your average grown woman's pussy, Tammi being very tight because her pussy was still quite small, despite the many cocks she'd had in it-his eyes flew open like the first time Jason saw the Kraken, and for several seconds he just gawked at his impaled daughter in complete astonishment and utter awe.
“Holy sheet, girl!”
Tammi would not be budged. Her hips pistoned up and down on her dear father's shaft, which by the way was in no doubt as to what it wanted. She locked her eyes on his, smiled wickedly, and extended her tongue as she moved her face up close to her father's. “Kiss me, Daddy,” she mumbled passionately, and connected their two mouths.
Eugene was still stunned, but natural response was taking over. His hips were wildly set on thrusting into Tammi's pussy; it was a feeling of animalistic gratification mixed with the taboo of the extremely forbidden and all that other stuff, and his mental protestations one by one died away into nothingness.
Oh how he wanted to just madly fuck his daughter! So he did. And did. And did.
And…
And he orgasmed inside of her with a force he'd never suspected himself capable of, his hips bucking wildly and savagely against his daughter's sexy groin. He wouldn't have been surprised if the blast of roiling semen had blown Tammi clean off of him, but she rode this bull like a born cowgirl and stayed on top of him long enough to undergo a long, exquisite ecstasy of her own, throwing her head back and forth, left and right, with wild abandon as the pleasure rose from her clit and spread like molten volcanic lava throughout the rest of her body.
The next morning Tammi got up while Eugene was still asleep, resolved to pretend for a while that it was like any other morning, wanting to tease her father into believing that it was all a one-time thing which would never be referred to again.
She couldn't keep up the charade for long, though. She'd gotten her older sister, Tiffany, into the whole idea from the get-go, and that afternoon, as the three of them sat watching a good movie on TV, 13-year-old Tiffany innocently asked, “Dad? I think it's unfair that you've only fucked Tammi. I want you to fuck me, too.”
Eugene looked at Tiffany in horror, pale-faced and looking like his heart might stop. Then he looked at Tammi, who looked back all innocently, batting her sweet ten-year-old eyes.
Eugene's face reddened, and he understood that they had planned this together. For a New York second he believed it was all just a joke, but his better judgment told him it was not.
So he sat back on the couch, finding it extremely difficult to meet the girls' gaze. His daughters, however, sat on either side of him, and started caressing him while cooing sexily. He shook his head, but knew that, deep inside, he was insanely turned on, and he was going to let them do this to him. Tammi put her hand in Eugene's pants, rubbing his swelling cock-flesh. “We want to have a little fun,” she said to him. Then she pulled forth a piece of cloth and blind-folded Eugene. “Now you have to use your imagination,” she told him.
The two girls made their father stand up, and then led him into the kitchen. On the counter, Tiffany sat herself up and rolled up her skirt. She was not wearing panties underneath. She pulled her legs up and spread them so as to make Eugene's access to her pussy as easy as possible. She licked her lips. Tammi then steered their father in the right direction. As he stood directly in front of Tiffany, Tammi took his hand and put it on Tiffany's pussy. “Here, feel this,” she said.
And he did. Standing stiff with excitement and hesitation, Eugene ran his hand over his oldest daughter's downy pussy, felt its warmth, its wetness and its sweet odor. Well, at leas she had some hair, unlike Tammi's bald child pussy. He gently inserted his middle finger into the tightness of her young vagina, marveling at its beckoning, aromatic softness. His penis jumped every time a beat of his heart infused it with blood, and he sweated and panted as if the air had suddenly become as hot and dry as in a desert.
“Do you want to see what you're feeling?,” Tammi asked. Eugene hesitated, knowing how hard it would be to look Tiffany into the eyes after his not-quite-unashamed groping of her privates, but he relented, and nodded. Tammi removed the blind-fold, and Eugene got a visual shock as he saw his daughter like he'd never seen her before: Sitting on the kitchen counter, naked except for a token skirt, the nipples of her cute, smallish breasts standing at attention, her legs spread widely and lewdly apart, with her young blond-haired pussy pink and open to his stare and his touch.
He nearly buckled as he engulfed this vision. Reluctantly, he met her eyes. She was grinning at him with lust painted across her face-not a daughterly look at all. And yet, somewhere behind it all, the innocence and familiarity of his own flesh and blood daughter was looking at him.
Something in him screamed that this iswrong oh so wrongbut he knew that such objections were far too late now. The threshold had been crossed. But somehow he still found it difficult to move. The whole thing was so… unreal.
Tammi offered a helping hand. She gently pointed her father's trembling erection in the right direction, and lightly but insistently pushed him forward. Just at the entrance, she stopped, and her judgment was perfect. The next tiny yet crucial step was up to Eugene. If he took it, there would be no turning back.
Needless to say, Eugene's raging hard-on was out of control, it's purple head demanding its due. He took the step, and crossed the point of no return. Panting with exasperation, he grabbed his youngest daughter's hips and slowly, ever so slowly, ever so gently, prodded her soft vaginal lips with the head of his steel-hard shaft, savoring the feeling of the velvet female tissue just before he pressed onward into the tight but slippery canal.
Then he was inside. A final push, taking him in to the hilt, consummated the physical union. This was the moment when the trespass was complete; this was the moment when the memory of consummated incest became forever a part of their lives.
Eugene started the slow stroking. Pulling out, pushing in, pulling out, pushing in… the red, wet vaginal walls of his 13-year-old daughter were throbbing, their muscles oscillating, and she breathed in little whimpers of extreme pleasure and passion as the genital friction proceeded. She hugged him tight and her petite body felt as if it was almost absorbed into his as his penis buried itself deep inside his teenage daughter's flesh. Quickly, his climax approached, and he was too far gone to even try and slow it down. So the moves and the breathing and the whimpers sped up, as Eugene unrelentingly pummeled his daughter. Tiffany in turn used his excitement to increase her own, and as Eugene's orgasm welled up in him, she drew from its power, too.
How can the ecstasy of an unrestrained climax deep inside your own, sex-oozing daughter ever hope to be described? Undulating waves of hot tickles; a sex itch that spreads throughout the body; a supreme instinctive power of sheer sensation taking you over, controlling your moves to ensure the completion of the procreational imperative.
In the end, the infinite emotional and sexual sweetness Eugene felt as he made hard love to the flesh of his flesh sent him over the edge, explosively exhausting his white fluid, saturating his daughter's loins with the fruits of his own.
In part blurry passion and part despairing shame at the unspeakable act, Eugene moaned out his supreme sexual pleasure as he unloaded himself into sweet, sweet Tiffany in quaking burst after quaking burst. As he hazily dislodged his slimy shaft from his youngest daughter's pussy, Eugene finally realized, and accepted, that everything was different now. The time for regrets was past.
After that, nothing was forbidden. Eugene could take his daughters, and they him, anytime, anywhere, any hole, any perverse act?
It's the way it was in these parts of the world.