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CHAPTER FIVE

Roger, fully drunk, did not hesitate to answer his daughter's plea.

He went carefully into the hall, glancing around to make sure no one saw him, and then tried the door to Ellen's bedroom. It was unlocked, naturally, and pushing it open, he went in so quickly that he swirled back on the door, without having even looked at Ellen, and immediately locked it. The bolt made a noise as it locked, but he was sure the noise wasn't too loud and no one would have heard it. And it turned out he was right, luck was with him… so far.

Ellen lay in the exact same position on the bed, her legs scissored out and one lip of her pussy clasped in the fingers of each hand which pulled the wetly blushing lips wide apart. She saw her father and immediately smiled at his eyes going straight to her pinkly glistening pussy. As he walked a few steps closer to it, she watched him shed his clothes into a careless heap on the floor, and she squirmed in heated anticipation. He sure had a good solid body – she'd thought it would be like that. And the massively swollen cock, my God! It was much bigger than her boy friend Mark's, and as soon as Roger dropped his shorts, his state of excitement was obvious from the way the long thick penis reached – throbbing lewdly – toward the ceiling. He came a few steps closer, standing directly between his daughter's widespread legs, his penis thrusting out hard and menacing before him.

"Fuck me, Daddy," she groaned. "Fuck me. Please." She moved farther up onto the bed, and then leaned to the nightstand to hurriedly grasp the cognac bottle which she pressed to her lips and drank, gulping, for several seconds. Then she returned to her position in the middle of the bed, so he could come to her whenever he wanted.

She needed a little bracer too, he thought, or she wouldn't have had to take some more cognac before letting him fuck her. What was it, really, this taboo about not touching flesh of the same family? It must be some age-old remnant of the first societies, a taboo handed down in writing and practiced through all the major religions of the world right to the present day. That made it strong, all right, and Roger felt its strength inside him in his fear of violating it. He wondered if, without the moral code which had been pounded into him since birth he would still have felt this fear of incest on his own. Perhaps, he didn't know. Strong as the sensual desires of the body were, and much as they blurred the mind, he might not have felt it without the forced social heritage: his cock, for instance, throbbed impatiently out before him now without the slightest concern. Yet he was in control of his cock and the taboo on incest raced through his mind like lightning. It must be a pretty deep thing since even Ellen, young and unthinking as she was, thoroughly drunk and thoroughly aroused as she was, had seemed to feel the need for yet another drink before submitting to him.

"Fuck me, Daddy, please fuck me," she implored.

And her faint subconscious hesitation revealed by that last drink – though now completely contradicted by her words and position – was nothing compared to his lingering and fully conscious scruples. He was in such a state of lascivious hyperstimulation – not having had a fuck from his wife for a week – that he felt his hot white sperm might begin spurting from his cock and out over her naked young body any moment now regardless of what he did. Yet even so, and steaming drunk as he himself was, he could not tolerate the thought of fucking Ellen, for Ellen was his own lovely daughter, his own flesh and blood!

Yes, that she was: delicious flesh and hotly circulating blood. He had to respond in some way, but he would absolutely not fuck her. Do not cross the line into action; do not cross the line into action, the reminder rang through his head. Yet he was going to cross the line… a little… just a little… into action. But no fucking. Absolutely none… out of the question.

Why, at this close range just a glance at her hotly exposed little pussy was enough to show she was a virgin. She was only thirteen and she had damn well better be a virgin! That pussy looked so tight, the vaginal opening hardly the diameter of his little finger, to violate that narrow unstretched pussy was unthinkable to Roger. To fuck his own thirteen-year-old virginal daughter was too horrible! Yes… God… look at that hot little cunt…

He hit on a solution to his dilemma. Why not just pet with her as adolescents do? As, in fact, he saw her do that time with Mark in the garage? What harm was there in that? Just pet and – no matter how much she might tempt him – nothing, absolutely nothing more.

He clambered onto the bed beside her, his palpitating hardness leading the way, and as soon as he lay down next to her she immediately took the rock-hard shaft into one of her hands and began stroking it heatedly with the other. Explosive as Roger was feeling, he almost shot his cum right on the spot. Reaching boldly over with his own hand, he felt his body course with tingling electric sensations as his fingers sank excitedly into her curly, fine-textured pubic hair. He crept farther – there was the beginning, the very top, of her slender pussy-slit with the little pink bud of a clitoris pounding lustfully away with blood. He moved farther down… holy Christ she was gushing wet with heated vaginal secretions as he had never found in his wife. There was the opening of her tiny unstretched vagina, and as his finger circled the small virginal opening Ellen jerked at the tingling sensations it shot through her own enraptured body.

They started petting – Ellen rubbing his heavily palpitating cock, her father working his extended middle finger slowly up into her clasping vagina, astonished all the while at how tightly it squeezed back around his probing finger. But all this was not enough for the inventive thirteen-year-old – she could finger-fuck her cunt by herself – and she wanted something better. Jerking away from him, she released his licentiously pulsing cock, and shifted her position on the bed until she was again lying right next to him, but upside down with her head by his feet and her feet by his head. Over the last weeks she had purchased some pornographic movies from a source in school and watched them down in the basement, using her father's projector; one of the movies had "Sixty-Nine" as its title and it showed a man licking a woman's pussy while at the same time the woman sucked voraciously at his lust-swollen cock. The movie had driven Ellen into a helpless erotic frenzy and that was exactly what she wanted now, sixty-nine, as a preparation to the wild incestuous fucking she needed so badly. No one had ever licked her young teenage pussy; what she did not know was that her father also had never licked anyone's pussy. But this would change.

Lying upside down next to her hotly aroused father, she now raised herself up on all fours, and moved her head and hands over his excitedly throbbing penis, her long strands of silky blonde hair falling around his stomach and semen-filled balls as she slowly lowered her head while blowing her hot breath at the pulsating cock-head which was still several inches from her soft moist lips. She hoped he would get the hint and also move slightly so that her pussy mound would be suspended directly above his face instead of at his side; but he did not take the lewd hint. Well, she could wait, she would start kissing him there anyway, for she was aroused and excited by the sight of the thick blue-veined, man's penis throbbing away with the beat of his heart, and she wanted so to wrap her lips hotly around it.

Her face was directly over her dad's hairy loins now and she played her hand back and forth on his ever-hardening penis. Her lips were a bare inch away from the tip and she opened her full-upped mouth to exhale softly against it, her hot breath flowing around the bulbous end with a warm maddening slowness.

"Ooooh my God, suck it, suck it now, baby," she heard her father groan wildly below her. His obscene words excited her, and her response was immediate.

Her tongue flicked out, the tip coming into warm wet contact with the thick rubbery head of his cock. She circled it over the smooth, pulsating flesh as he groaned and twisted helplessly from the cruel teasing she was subjecting him to. Then the tip of her slowly searching tongue found the tiny slit in his throbbing cock-head and darted wetly into it. The pulsing opening was already moist from the tiny droplets of seminal fluid seeping licentiously through from his extreme excitement, and the sharp pungent taste and odor caused her mouth to salivate heavily and her nostrils to flare slightly out.

She dropped her hands to the base of her father's thickly erected penis and cupped his soft hair-covered testicles gently with one hand, grazing her nails tauntingly over the lust-tightened flesh. The other hand she placed at the thick hard base of his cock where it soared achingly up from the curly black pubic hair covering his loins. She pinched it between her thumb and her forefinger and pulled down teasingly, just as she began planting moist warm kisses around it, beginning at the rubbery tip and tracing a path Roger could scarcely stand down the entire pounding length of it to the base and then wetly back up to the lust-knotted tip again. She played long, very long, as Roger groaned from deep in his chest, having never before in his life experienced the joy of a female's lips and tongue warmly sucking his cock.

He could take the lewd teasing no more and reached down to plant his hands in his daughter's hair, and then thrust his fully expanded loins up eagerly with tremendous force, holding her small blonde head in place with his hands. The smooth rubbery head of his cock rammed up inside, crushing heatedly through her soft moist lips, between her white teeth and into the warm wet saliva of her clasping mouth. Ellen could feel the desire-stiffened male flesh rub the entire length of her tongue, almost embedding itself deep in her throat and she closed her eyes tight to keep from choking.

This was very different than Mark Green's fourteen-year-old penis, and her father was becoming more demanding, besides not giving her anything back for it, either! She wagged her arched hips next to his head, gyrating her buttocks, but he did not take the salacious hint and climb with his head up under her waiting cunt. Rats! She turned her head slightly, the cock in her throat following, to see if he was even looking at her naked pussy so invitingly near to him. No… his head was raised so he could watch his cock fucking into her clinging little mouth. The bastard! The selfish bastard!

"Jesus, mouth is like butter," she heard her father murmur as he began to undulate his hips up into her face, his great fleshy staff protruding banana-like from her lewdly ovalled lips.

"Suck harder! Suck harder!" he demanded, his voice thick and crude from passion and from the bottle of Scotch he'd drunk.

Ellen sucked demon-like, swishing her tongue with a lewd vengeance around and around the throbbing head ramming so forcefully in and out of her tight rounded lips. She sucked from the masochistic joy of being used, used like some girl of the streets, until eventually her mouth would fill with her father's obscene white sperm and this time – unlike the time she'd sucked Mark – she was going to swallow it. Oh God, she was going to suck his heavily loaded cock bone-dry. And she also sucked so wildly in the hope she would stimulate him to take up his end of the sixty-nine position. In the film it had looked so easy, yet Ellen herself did not know how to get him started. It seemed so very bold to just work her pussy directly down into someone's face as the girl in the film had done with such ease. She was worried about what his reaction might be. And yet… if she were to do just that… if she stuck her excited young pussy right in his face… would it disgust him…? Or would he…

Ellen moved on her knees until her arched-up buttocks came directly beside her father's face. Then she raised one knee, spreading her legs provocatively wide apart, flattening her entire little vaginal area out wide into one plane, and planted the knee all the way on the other side of his shoulders. She had done it! All of her naked crotch hung in wanton suspension right on top of his face. She could feel his hot breath covering her entire wet pubic area and the dividing crevice of her smoothly upraised buttocks. Would he get the hint?

She glanced back to see the direction of his eyes, which were gaping at her wide-splayed cunt and her ass so close to him as they had never been before. A tiny drop of her excited vaginal moisture brushed glisteningly onto his cheek; and he did not wipe it off. He began to raise his head slowly toward the round white half-moons of her quivering young buttocks, yet he did not yet touch her, much as she desperately wanted him to. Her buttocks trembled like a leaf.

Ellen's father, hands still clamped in her long blonde hair, held her head trapped tightly between his thighs as he thrust his cock mercilessly up into her throat, forcing her lips apart with each upward jerk until almost the whole of his long rigid member was consumed by her straining mouth. Her disheveled hair flowed down to lie in a soft pool on his hair-covered belly, and her firm white breasts danced and shook as she sucked ever more wildly, making obscene slurping noises. Suddenly the tempo changed, as Roger stopped his lewd rhythmic gyration and began to groan with uncontrollable excitement, locking his hands hard around the back of Ellen's bobbing head, drawing it deep down on his pulsing rigidity until all that was left exposed of his cock was a small bit at the base, protruding wet and glistening from his daughter's wildly sucking lips.

Now the explosion came, the explosion Ellen had anticipated and wanted so badly, and her mouth filled with the frantically jetting liquid as she gulped it down her throat with hungry swallows. Her cheeks bloated and hollowed as the warmly working cavern of her mouth filled and emptied, filled and emptied, and she swallowed desperately to get every last drop of the flooding white sperm erupting into it. Ellen herself was whimpering from lascivious desire, but she was still left only to the heat of his breath caressing the entire area between her widespread legs. Suddenly her father's deflating rod of flesh slipped out of her mouth, some thin gossamer strings of hot sperm still connecting her lips obscenely to it even though it was now several inches away from her lips.

No! She wanted it all, she wanted every last drop!

With a vengeance the young teenager took his shrinking cock in one hand and forced it back into her mouth, running her tongue over and over the now lifeless flesh to get the last drop of white hot sperm. She stuck her tongue into the slit at the end of his cock and burrowed into it, then sucked, sucked, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva mixed with the last, hotly searing remnants of her father's passion.

And then it happened! Her father's hands released their grip on her head and came trembling onto her shaking, smooth rounded buttocks and slowly, inquiringly, spread them apart. Ellen could feel his breath more intensely, his face was closer now. Suddenly, as she continued sucking his limp, deflated penis, his tongue jutted lizard-like up into her vagina a little way, sampling, burrowing tentatively, and then disappeared. She felt her thighs being pressed farther open and she sucked in her breath, swallowing deeply and with a gasp as his tongue flicked into searing contact again, the tip teasing moistly against the tiny bud of her clitoris and causing it to throb into greater welcome hardness. With his fingers he spread the opening of her cunt wide apart and then, suddenly dropping his tongue from her tiny sensation-filled bud, rammed it deep up into the moist pink flesh of her needful pussy.

She jerked. It was like no sensation she'd ever had before as his tongue circled around maddeningly up inside her hot little cunt, the tip flicking snake-like against the wetly sensitive walls of her virginal young pussy.

"More! More! Lick me, Daddy! Keep licking!" Ellen groaned, excited even by the lewd words she was saying as she lowered her buttocks until her pussy mound was more demandingly in his face, the gaping little opening of her anus just contracting, by virtue of the obscene sixty-nine position, with the tip of his nose.

Roger pulled the softness of her cuntal flesh ever wider apart with his hands, stretching it cruelly as he heard her beg for more, and now he raised his tongue to the small tightly puckering anus, thrust the tip hard against it until he felt it give way slightly and the tip entered just a tiny bit into the sensitively quivering mystery of her barely adolescent rectum. She fairly shrieked her joy now as he teased hotly up into the incredible tightness inside her rectum.

"Daddy! Daddy! Oh God, oh, my God!"

Barely able to get his tongue in, he removed it, then moistening one finger in the heated secretions of her passion-drenched cunt and returning his mouth to her hotly palpitating little clitoris, he thrust the wet finger forward into her tiny puckered anus, sinking it lewdly in to the first knuckle.

"Uuuuuugh!" she grunted.

He thrust it into the second knuckle.

"Uuuuuugh! Daddy it hurts! Daddy, it hurts, it hurts!"

He held it motionless for a moment and thrust his tongue deep up her hot hair-lined vagina again until she became accustomed to the strange presence in her virginal nether passage, then he thrust a second finger in. She lay still, holding her breath with her mouth wide open, her lips drawn tightly over her teeth to hold back the pain at this twin reaming. Then after an eternity, she began to slowly breathe again and to submit herself to the wildly tingling sensations coursing up between her widespread thighs.

He was licking and sucking in earnest now, and at the same time twisting his fingers around and around in her rectum, stretching it wider with each brutal circle until the pain in her rear passage merged warmly with the powerful pleasures coursing through her tongue-spread pussy and she began thrusting her jiggling white buttocks back down on his sodomizing fingers, swirling and skewering around them in obscene rhythm with the hot lashing of his tongue. The small narrow nether passage clasped his fingers tightly, the ring of muscle pursuing his fingers on the outstroke, and receding before his fingers on the instroke. He slid his free hand up over her back and pressed her upraised buttocks down tight against his face, locking her to him in a lewd wet connection of tongue and vagina, finger and rectum, her thin blonde pubic hair grazing softly against his cheeks.

Nothing mattered now to Ellen but the lovely swirling sensations rippling in wave after voluptuous wave over every heated inch of her naked young flesh. She, like her father, had no morals now, no inhibitions, no thoughts of anything but the present obscenely rapturous sensations. There was nothing else in the world, and she writhed and twisted into his face and cruelly punishing finger gasping out all the lewd words she had recently learned in school.

"Oh God, Daddy! Suck me! Lick me! Lick me! Eat my cunt! Ram more fingers up my ass! It's all yours! Harder, darling! Harder! Lick it, lick it, suck it, eat it! Eeeeeeee! Aaaaaagh!"

Her naked teenage body worked wildly on top of his, her smooth white thighs spasmodically opening and closing on the sides of his head. Roger could feel their warm resilience press tightly against his ears as she would jerk up involuntarily from an extra deep thrust of his tongue in her tight young cunt, or an extra hard twist of his impaling fingers up her narrow rectum. With his wide-open eyes he took in the whole panorama of lust and saw her smoothly working belly begin to rise and fall more quickly, her head flailing out of control from side to side, her long blonde hair lashing about his own reawakening loins.

He thrust his tongue up deeper between her trembling thighs.

She responded by sitting down still more to straddle the mercilessly whipping tongue, sitting down on it so hard now that she ground her father's head into the mattress from the pressure, his face now at one with the wispy blonde plane of her widespread cuntal slit, the two fingers he now had rammed up her tortured rectum just barely managing to clear his nose and nearly breaking from the weight of her tender buttocks bearing down on them. Everything to him was one liquid mass of erotically seeping vaginal juices and the room filled with slurping, vacuum-like noises from Roger's lashing tongue in his teenage daughter's passion-soaked vagina and from his fingers reaching and twisting high up inside her widely stretched little anus.

And suddenly it was just too much! Ellen could feel that his cock in her mouth was now bulbously erect again – large and hard as before – and his tongue, even deep as it was now up in her vagina, was simply not enough, not as much as that long desirable cock would be, she thought. She liked the punishing fingers worming around high up inside her tightly clenched rectum but she would have to sacrifice them to get what she really wanted.

Ellen suddenly raised her thighs away from her father, his tongue breaking contact with her hungering vagina with a quick wet noise and his fingers departing from her rectum with a lewd wet gushing sound. She pulled her mouth away from his impatiently throbbing cock and quickly shifted around on the bed until her head was next to his, and his blood-engorged shaft next to her still unsatisfied pussy. She had to have his long thick cock in her! And now, right now!

She reached her hands in panic over to her heavily breathing father and grasped the full length of his stone-hard penis. Then lying on her back, she pressured it voraciously toward her pressured it so hard that Roger had no choice but to follow. She guided it hastily, in a panic, up the warmly throbbing split of her buttocks, not letting it lose contact with the soft sensitive flanges of her cunt until it was poised directly over the hungrily trembling little lips of her naked vagina. Still, even though he was now lying between her widespread legs, he was hesitating. What was it? Wasn't she appealing to him? Was she too young? Were the bodies of full-grown women any better? Or was it… because… she was his own lovely young daughter…

She hurriedly put a hand over his hard male buttocks her other hand still tight around the base of his swollen rod, and with all her might she tried to force this hardened, lust-filled thing she wanted so desperately up between her long shapely legs.

The young teenager felt the moist sensitive lips around her throbbing vagina pushed teasingly open as her grasp succeeded in pulling her father a fraction of an inch closer into her cock-hungry cunt. The elastic-rimmed tightness allowed this amount of forbidden penetration since only the hot tapered beginning of the end of his cock had entered, stretching it already as far as it seemed it could possibly stretch. Yet, she had to have it inside her! His thickly distended penis! Deep up inside! Deeper than she could get with her fingers, deeper than her father could fuck her with his maddeningly probing tongue.

"Come on, Daddy, come on. I need you so much," she whined as she pushed once more on his buttocks, pulling at the same time with her hand grasped around the base of his rock-hard cock. The tight elastic rim of her vagina gave way enough to admit nearly all of the bulbously swollen head and this made her emit a long, low groan from deep within her throat. How could anything ever go in there? God it hurt – stretched so much it felt like it would rip into a thousand tiny shreds.

Her young virginal cunt was on fire with the pain and yet she had not released her tightly locked grip on his clenching buttocks and Roger himself, getting his first lewd taste of the clasping, teasing softness of her cunt, was drunkenly adding substantial pressure of his own. The blood-inflated head disappeared from his view into her wetly clamping young vagina, and he felt the warm moist walls slipping over his throbbing rigidity like warm melted butter. When had he ever felt a hot little cunt like that? Twenty long years ago? This would be a fuck he would not forget all of his life. His head tipped back loosely as he flexed his buttocks and pushed in still farther, spearing up into his thirteen-year-old daughter's cunt without mercy.

Ellen was no longer helping him and both her hands lay clenched into tight little fists at her sides as she squirmed and twisted like a madwoman at the now excruciating impalement of her tiny young cunt. She'd wanted it, she'd wanted it, yes, but God did it hurt! She tried relaxing her muscles to ease the pain, but it only made the pain worse. So she tightened her cuntal muscles again and the result was that Roger, feeling her do it, misinterpreted it as sexual excitement, as participation in the sensual fucking and shoved cruelly forward now with all his might. Her splayed young teenaged cunt clasped so tightly around his cock that the two might have been one piece of flesh, he had never felt anything so maddeningly tight, and it wildly incited him. With a mad frantic thrust he sank the lust-inflated rod of flesh all the way into the hilt, ignoring Ellen's vain and prolonged moan of pain until his sperm-filled balls smacked sharply against the nakedly upturned crevice of her buttocks.

"Aaaaaaggh!" his pretty blonde daughter writhed nakedly below him. The cock felt like an enormous drill boring through the depths of the belly, battering and smashing everything before it in great waves of warm moist flesh. She said a thousand thanks when it reached its full length and at last remained motionless, for at least it was no longer tearing her apart.

Roger's sperm-laden balls hung like a pendulum against the cheeks of her roundly cringing ass.

But the respite was brief for he began now to slowly pump back and forth, to fuck deeply back and forth as she'd seen in her movies – only when she'd watched it in the movies, with her finger massaging her erect little clitoris, it did not feel like this. God, was a grown man's cock big! She saw it sliding in and out of her, covered with her flowing vaginal juices, and the sight was as astounding as the feeling, the outer, fuzz-fringed ring of her violated vagina clamping the hardened rod as tightly as a rubberband, and she was surprised that her helpless and naked body did not in fact burst as it felt it was doing. She had reached the ultimate breaking point, and she could no longer find the strength to even twist and writhe her rhythmically fucking father. There was no reason to struggle even if she had found the strength. He had totally conquered her; she held her legs open in servile acceptance as a slave of old, to be lewdly used as her master desired. And, in any case, the whole thing had been her idea, she had in fact been plotting salaciously since she'd discovered the nail-hole several days before. She had wanted it this afternoon when she stood in the beach house gyrating wantonly and abusing herself with her own stroking fingers before her father's gaping eyes. She had wanted it also during the whole lewd performance in this room, a performance lasciviously calculated to seduce him. Yet she had not known it would turn out to be so painful to give up one's virginity. As things turned out, she was the one seduced.

Roger looked down and could see his curly black pubic hair tangled tightly with the sparse blonde curls between her legs, the base of his thick fleshy rod buried deep up into the pinkly throbbing furrow that his tongue had licked to a forbidden passion only moments before. He could see the lips of his daughter's tight little cunt stretched almost to the bursting point, the rubbery outer-lips clasping firmly around the thick blue-veined base of his invading cock.

Ellen flexed her vaginal muscles again in a futile attempt to relieve the pain, but the tantalizing throb of her internal sinews made it worse and again Roger interpreted it as still more encouragement. He plowed his way still deeper and deeper up into her vainly resisting passage, the walls of her futilely cringing little pussy clasping around him firmly as a glove. Ellen could feel every fleshy ridge of his cock as her nerve ends transmitted its monstrous pulsating form in minute detail to her muddled mind. It was alive inside her! The hard rubbery tip was pressing up against the tender surface of her womb, and at the other end – miles of sensations away – the hairs of his lust-inflamed balls dangling in the crevice of her buttocks tickled salaciously against her unprotected flesh. She was one with this totally impaling cock and in spite of her pain her tongue began a wild licking at the soft moistness of her lips. There was still traces of her father's white smooth cum on them and her nostrils flared, drawing the pungent male odor deep into her body, mingling it in a strange marriage with the feeling of the throbbing cock lodged deep up in her white soft belly. It all seemed to roll together into one great fiery ball of hunger – painful hunger – for still more, and her cunt contracted again in involuntary response at the lascivious thoughts coursing obscenely through her mind.

Roger pumped faster, the tingling in his throbbing cock as Ellen squeezed her internal vaginal muscles maddeningly delicious to him. This would be a fuck, all right. No, this was a fuck!

"Oh," she whimpered through bared teeth, fighting the fine and indistinct line between pressure and pain.

He set a slow teasing rhythm to his throbs, noticing her nostrils begin a slow flaring in time to the rhythmically lewd beat. He heard with astonishment some soft surprised sounds of unexpected pleasure mingled with pain coming from her open mouth in time to his gentle pumping.

"Oooooohhhh, Daddy, Daddy!"

She began to throb back, her wet clasping cuntal flesh opening and closing softly around his excitedly pulsating cock, as her grunts of pleasure increased until they resounded heavily throughout the room. Her head rolled wantonly from side to side on the pillow as her hips began grinding around in a slow, teasing circle beneath his impaling rod. She was totally subdued now, had found she liked it and her hungry vagina began to nibble pleasurably at his cock, to screw itself up tighter toward his hair-covered loins.

Ellen's body felt fully alive now. The pain was receding and the maddening electric tingle that had begun deep within her belly had now reached relentlessly through the entire naked area up between her legs. It rippled through her cunt and over the curl-lined lips, dancing like fire across the milk-white thighs, up the full length of her widely splayed legs and against even the sensitive bottoms of her feet. It pulsed its way up from her spasmodically contracting belly through her rib cage and all the way out to the tips of her erectly palpitating nipples which were so aroused now they felt even the brush of the air around them.

She rotated her hips excitedly from side to side around the ever-expanding, impaling member, her no longer virginal vagina dilating in time to its rhythmic beating. The cock and her pussy were both obscenely alive from the same cause, it was all one fleshy mass of joyful sensation, she thought, and it extended very far, beginning with the heat of the head of her father's driving cock which she savored now through the walls of her clasping inner passage, and stepping – well, she did not know where, but in her present ecstatic rapture it seemed to end somewhere out in another universe of sensual pleasure.

Roger could scarcely contain his joy as he felt her responding young cunt begin skewering hungrily even more up against the length of his rock-hard penis. The muscles inside her little adolescent pussy were nibbling away greedily at the inflated head. The dilated lips of her hair-lined pink slit pulled teasingly away, sliding wetly down the fleshy rod for several inches and then nibbling slowly back up, buffering her soft blonde pussy curls tightly against his own lust-matted pubic hair, embedding the full length of his hotly throbbing penis deep up into her warm white belly. He became immobile for a moment resting still above her with his palms on either side of her shoulders, his knees pressed tight against the mattress and let her palpitating body pump up and down at will on his wildly jerking penis.

Her father could see its slow withdrawal between them, pulling the soft edges of her youthful pink cuntal flesh out with it as she ground her hips down into the bed – and the entry, pushing the same softly yielding folds back up into her cunt again as the moist shiny length got swallowed up whole into the salaciously tight opening.

He let her strain eagerly against him for awhile, watching the utter abandon now of her labors, an ecstatic smile dancing across her lips. By the second her motions were becoming faster, the tempo of her jerks up his cock became more erotically urgent – her teeth bit hard into her lower lip. She was straining to cum, and the secretions of her milking vagina were flowing copiously and causing the in-and-out strokes to produce frantic sucking sounds which incited him to the same desire-maddened pitch his teenage daughter had reached. He resumed his labors with a passion, matching the speed of her own strokes with his, with each wet sharp thrust burying his cock deep into her trembling belly. Her back began to arch up from the bed, her feet planted firmly on either side of his knees as she bucked wildly against him in her over powering need.

"Daddy! Darling Daddy! Oh God, yes, I think I'm cumming!" She arched her back up until it was like a taut bow, and Roger's cock the arrow. "Daddy, I'm cumming, darling, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming. Aaaaaagghhh!"

With a deep-throated groan – similar to the one which only fifteen minutes before had been of a virgin's pain – her body began to vibrate uncontrollably, her own orgiastic juices oozing from the hotly throbbing passage of her vagina. The extra lubrication and the new vibrations sent the sharpest feelings of all to Roger's own heavily aching penis and suddenly it swelled into a hugeness that could not be contained, and a great pressure jerked the entire length of Roger's cock as it began to spurt out uncontrollably its impatient semen.

Ellen could feel the delicious hot white liquid shooting into her like burning fire, ricocheting about inside her dilated young cunt like streams of molten lava. The pores of her tightly clinging little pussy grasped around it, erupting in answer again and again as her own orgasmic juices flowed out against his pelvis, drowning his ejaculating member with silky warmth, and trickling down the crevice of her whitely quivering buttocks over his erupting balls that pressed hard against her expanding and contracting anus.

Ellen reached around her squirming buttocks with both hands and began to desperately milk at her father's testicles pressed into the widespread crevice of her buttocks. She wanted to get the very last drop, it was so good! Her climax began to slowly recede and so did Roger's, but it was still nice, these last smooth strokes, and her legs kicked out, spiraling tremulously up in the air as Roger's slowly deflating cock jerked its last, the sperm now foaming out of the drenched pussy-lips around the base of his thick fleshy rod. The smooth semen-flooded walls of her twitching cunt sucked and sucked hungrily at the palpitating cock until, in an instant, Roger gave one final spasmodic jerk and collapsed across her body just as Ellen's trembling legs also came to rest on the bed, deflating cock still inside her, the mingled juices of both father and daughter still flooding out over their exhausted, satisfied loins.