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She raised her head and looked up into her father’s eyes looking back at her. The confidence and manipulation she’d been exuding wavered for a moment even as she stepped forward, her left hand almost unconsciously slipping into her soaking underwear as the other raised up and cupped her breast. “Show me,” she whispered nervously,” Daddy… please… show me.”

Her finger just crested the upper edge of her slit as his hands slid around her and pulled her, crushed her to him. His lips captured hers, his tongue invading her mouth as his unshaven chin scratched upon her soft flesh. The feel of him engulfing her, his strong, calloused hands sliding across her back, his tongue and lips consuming her pushed her over the edge and her pussy clenched down tight, almost vibrating as a flood of her juices ran down her thighs.

She moaned loudly into his mouth, the fingers within her sodden panties scratching sharply through the close-cropped strip of her hair above her pulsating quim as wave after wave of pleasure washed through her, rebounding within the confines of her flesh and zeroing in on her nipples, pussy, and mouth. One of his hands ran up to clasp around the back of her neck, the other reaching down cupping her ass cheek, his rough skin pulling at the flimsy sheer material and an almost palpable energy feeling as if it was transmitting through them.

Anastasia groaned loudly into his mouth and went limp in his arms as he kissed her deeply. His little baby girl’s body felt hot to the touch as he held her up holding her tight to his body. He felt her jerking within his grasp and even though some tiny part of his mind suggested that she might be trying to break free he held her tighter still. His fingers sinking into the soft, warm flesh of her ass and holding the back of her neck tightly. His final, demanding sense was to devour the woman, his daughter in his arms.

As her orgasm ripped through her Anastasia pulled her hand from her panties hearing them tear as she did; her hand scrambled for the buckle upon her Daddy’s shorts yanking and pulling at it as she felt herself lifted off her feet and spun about. Her other fingers sank deeper into the flesh of her bosom, the nails etching marks upon her flesh as her ass was deposited on the table. She gasped for much-needed air as her father’s lips separated from hers and he stared into her watering eyes. “I love you, Baby” he whispered and slapped her hand away from his belt.

Anastasia felt a tear run from her eye as for a brief moment as she thought her father was going to flee. Instead, his own hands went to his belt, her eyes dropping down as she felt her juices pooling beneath her on the polished wood of the table and watched, licking her lips as in a moment the belt was undone, the button popped and the zipper pushed down. He stepped back a fraction and pushed down his shorts, the boxers within descending within them and his hard throbbing cock sprang free; a heavy string of precum flew from the swollen head from under his foreskin.

Without a moments delay, Anastasia reached down and grasped her father’s manhood hearing him groan as she did. Her small hand wrapped around it tightly, her thumb and forefinger unable to touch by almost half an inch; she squealed delightedly as she raised her other hand and pressed it against his chest urging him back a step as she slid off the table, aided by her own secretions. She dropped to her knees instantly dragging her nails down her father’s chest as she stared at the wonderful cock before her.

“Oh, Daddy…” she spoke softly as she looked up into his eyes, her other hand finally joining the first and wrapping itself around the base of his swollen member. She slowly twisted her hands in opposite directions, gleeful that his angry glans poked out beyond her thumb and fingers. It was easily the second biggest cock she had ever seen in real life; the largest when she had come across it she had flatly refused to entertain the idea of putting it in her pussy utterly sure that its thickness would have ripped her no matter how much she wanted to try.

She stuck her tongue out as she felt those wonderful fingers thread through her hair and slide against her scalp. The tip of her tongue flicked across his cock’s eye in the small opening of his foreskin eliciting a deep groan from him.

“Ohhh… Anastasia…” he murmured.

“Call me Baby… Daddy,” she replied in a soft voice and felt his length twitch hard within her hands. She drew her attention back down and thought wistfully that her husband to be's cock was a little shorter and unfortunately nowhere near as thick. “Oh well,” she whispered almost silently and pulled back on her father’s cock watching his foreskin recede. She smiled as she slid her tongue beneath the angry red glans, tasting the saltiness of all that cooped up precum; slowly circling it around and around edging her mouth closer till her lips slid around the bulbous cock-head.

Jay groaned loudly as he felt his daughter’s lips slide slowly and leisurely over his glans; he felt her tongue sliding back and forth as she dropped her hand and cupped his heavy balls, a fingernail scratching lightly at his perineum as she gently and tenderly squeezed his sac. His fingers kneaded her scalp beneath her hair as he looked down; her eyes were closed, and she began to twist her mouth around his cock as it slipped deeper between her lips, the tip of her tongue trailing around his retracted foreskin skirting under the edge of his helmet.

“Oh, Christ… Anastasia… baby girl you’re gonna make me cum!” he gasped.

“Mmmhmm…” was her reply as she pushed her head forwards hard forcing his glans past her flattened tongue and into her throat. She grinned around his manhood as best as she good as his strong, rough hands gripped her head tightly. She managed to drag air in through her nose as her lips brushed against her fingers still gripping the base of his cock, twisting her head again feeling her father’s bulbous glans twist within her throat. She doubted she would ever manage to take his full length, but she was determined to try as she drew her head back, eyes open looking up at his face grimacing with pleasure before slamming her head forwards again.

Jay’s legs trembled as he felt his balls tighten up rapidly within the warm grip of his daughter; “Ohh God oh god… oh fuck!” he swore.

Anastasia sucked hard and felt her father’s seed surge up his shaft against her tongue and a hot, heavy load shoot into her throat; she pulled her mouth back, her lips forming a tight seal around his glans as rope after rope of hot salty cum shot into her mouth splashing against the roof of her mouth. It seemed to fill her mouth, but she was determined not to swallow it yet; she raised her tongue and felt a heavy jet erupt from the jerking cock. She groaned loudly as her pussy twitched and trembled as she pushed his glans against one cheek and the other.

She drew back leaving the tip of his cock resting against her bottom lip; “Ohhh, Daddy” she said loudly and looked up into his eyes as the last of his semen dribbled out of the eye of his cock into her wide open mouth awash with the rest of his seed.

Jay’s body flexed as his looked down at the ‘apple of his eye’ kneeling there swirling his cum around her mouth, her tongue reaching out and swiping across his now hyper-sensitive glans. “Oh my god… you’re such a good baby girl… taking all of your Daddy’s cum!” he said as he stroked her hair, “Even better than your mommy, too!”

Anastasia’s pupils dilated even more at his words as her quim contracted hard and squeezed out even more of her juices further soaking her thighs. She swallowed her father’s cum and then opened her mouth to show him she had swallowed it all.

He grinned down at her, “My turn!” he stated forcefully and reached down and lifted her up. She squealed delightedly as he hoisted her up in the air and plopped her down on the table. She fell back, and some of the wedding paraphernalia fell from the table including the something glass that smashed loudly although neither of them cared. She raised herself up onto her elbows and watched as her father and those incredible rough hands grasped her sodden red panties pulling them down and off her legs. There was another sound of the material tearing, and she grinned thinking it was one pair of ruined knickers that she would keep.

Jay’s hands returned to his daughter’s legs and pushed them apart as he looked down at her grinning; he shook his head but kept smiling as he knelt down and gazed upon his daughter’s pussy for the first time. He’d of course seen it before as a small child at bath time but back then it was incidental except for the explicit and concise instructions from his wife about the direction to wipe. His smile broadened as he studied the womanhood before him, the lips only slightly parted revealing a dark pink line between them glistening with juices. His hands squeezed her thighs feeling a tangible tackiness that he knew had originated from the prize before him.

Anastasia breathed heavily as she watched her father examine her minutely, his eyes roving over her sex taking in all the details before even touching it let alone the tasting that she knew was coming. It took no effort at all to squeeze her muscles and know more of her hot juices were dribbling out of her quim. She shuddered as she saw the lustful and fascinated look wash over her father’s face. She lifted her feet up and placed them flat on the table on either side of her, spreading her thighs as wide as possible feeling her labia spread that little bit more for him.

He grinned, his tongue flicking out as he glanced up at his daughter watching him across her heaving chest. “Such a good daughter,” he praised. He slid his hands closer to her crotch, feeling her thighs flex as they travelled and returned his attention to her pussy, bringing his face closer. He breathed deeply through his nose inhaling the rich musky aroma rising from her slit as her juices continued to dribble out down between her ass cheeks and pool on the polished wood beneath. His cock throbbed and ached having hardly lost any of its hardness even after him filling the young woman’s mouth with the largest ejaculation he could ever remember producing.

He wondered when he had first suppressed the idea of his daughter being a sexual creature and when the taboo thoughts had inveigled themselves into his brain. He knew it was definitely there on the Isle of St. Lucia no matter how much he had denied it; but he knew it was earlier than that, far earlier as his thumbs slid either side of the slit before him and eased the lips apart to stare inside his daughter’s cunt. He licked his lips as he remembered Anastasia and Meaghan sunning themselves poolside, giggling and gossiping as he tended to the garden; remembered glancing at the two eighteen, no seventeen-year-olds and finding his daughter’s friend far too attractive for a middle-aged man like himself.

“Please, Daddy,” she whispered, pushing her hips towards him.

He knew those glances had included his Anastasia at least as much! “Such a good Baby girl!” he replied and stuck out his tongue and slowly ran it up his daughter’s slit tasting her hot sticky juices. She groaned loudly as she slipped off her elbows and lay back, thrusting her dripping quim against his face.

“Ohhhh fuckkk… yesss…” she moaned loudly her hands rising to her breasts and digging her fingernails into her soft heaving flesh as she felt her father’s tongue run up her pussy and his thumbs spread her lips wider. She tried to thrust her hips higher and whimpered as his strong hands almost slapped her ass back down on the wet patch she had caused upon the table. Still, his thumbs kept her pussy spread as his tongue avoided her hard aching clit (which she knew must be fully exposed from its sheath) as it slowly explored deeper and deeper into her trembling cunt. Her fingernails dug into her flesh deeper as a hot wave emanated outwards from her crotch.

It took all of Jay’s self-control to not simply feast upon his daughter’s snatch or even stand up and drive his throbbing length all the way inside her. It seemed to him that this forbidden fruit was truly the sweetest, most wonderful thing he had ever tasted. Her juices seemed to be constantly flowing no matter how much he lapped up and swallowed with a significant excess still pouring out onto the table below. He grinned as he thrust his tongue deeper thinking he had now found a difference where mother and daughter were unalike!

Sue had never produced so much even when her orgasms had literally made her scream, and while Anastasia had been still living at home, he’d had to clamp his hand over her mouth. He twisted his face against his daughter’s crotch knowing that his rough beard would scratch at her soft, sensitive tissue as he curled his tongue all the way inside her; he had to grip the tops of her thighs tighter as she tried to buck and squirm, quite amazed and surprised at how strong she actually was.

He felt the hard little nub of his ‘Baby’s’ clit rub against his upper lips and pressed and twisted his face harder into her crotch. The two of them groaned as Anastasia’s quim contracted rapidly and literally gripped her father’s tongue. Her back arched off the hard wooden table and she threw her arms outwards as a hard, sharp orgasm seemed to pull her inwards towards that wonderful tongue inside her as even more wedding trappings were launched onto the floor.

Jay felt his cock throb hard as it envied his tongue and the now exquisitely tight cunt locked about it. For a brief moment, his balls twitched, and he wondered if he was about to shoot his second load there and then. “Oh fuck,” he mumbled incoherently into his daughter’s slit as it vibrated around his tongue. All at once it relaxed along with the rest of Anastasia, and he was rewarded as a small wave of her juices flowed out from within her cunt which was happily welcomed by his own mouth. He swallowed it all noting her secretions were sharper, almost tangy compared to her earlier sweetness.

He made a mental note to ask his daughter if this was a real sign of an orgasm and almost laughed into her quim as he remembered the number of times he had meant to ask his wife the same question and somehow had never remembered. He felt Anastasia’s nails rake through his scalp and then urge his head out from between her thighs. She whimpered and mumbled as he withdrew his tongue slowly and lifted it to softly circle the hard little nub above causing her to flinch and jerk away. Again she mumbled incoherently.

He raised himself up and looked down at his daughter; her chest was still heaving, but she was gradually catching her breath as a foot fell from the table, the back of her thigh slapping on the top. Jay let his eyes roam over her body glistening with sweat, noting the self-inflicted red scratches on her breasts, the hard nipples still standing proud and erect atop them. He stepped up to the table his hard swollen shaft nudging against her soaking slit and sliding up over it.

Anastasia’s eyes flicked open and looked up at her father as she felt his cock against her dripping slit; she watched him as he reached out and lovingly caressed her bosom with one hand as the other slid around the outside of her thigh still raised up on the table. His eyes found hers, and she noted sadness within them.

“You know this is wrong, Anastasia,” he stated.

“Yes,” she answered softly as she reached down and lightly wrapped her fingers around his thick manhood.

“We could… we should stop…” he said softly as he breathed deeply and his cock twitched beneath her soft touch.

“You’re right,” she sighed as she slid her foot of the table and it joined her other behind his knees, “Daddy; we should!”

Jay watched as she raised her other hand and threaded them through his fingers cupping her breast as she shifted her hips and her hot wet slit slid beneath his length until his balls pressed into her.

“Can you, Daddy?” she asked as her fingers twisted softly about his cockhead and her other hand squeezed his harder into the soft, pliant flesh of her bosom. “Can you stop?”

Jay gritted his teeth as he squeezed her breast harder, his other hand sliding along her thigh till it rested on her hip. He stifled a groan as she wormed her little finger beneath his foreskin and circled around his slick glans within.

“Tell me, Daddy, that you don’t want to feel your hard cock sliding into my hot wet pussy?” she asked as once again she shifted her hips and he felt the underside of his shaft dampened by the juices from her slit. “Just tell me that, Daddy, tell me you don’t want to fuck your daughter’s; your little Baby girl’s cunt, you don’t want to fill my womb with your cum! Tell me that, Daddy and we’ll stop.”

Anastasia gripped his hand harder, pressing it deeper into her flesh as she guided his cockhead to her opening; her pussy spread open and the welcoming heat engulfing the tip as her fingers pulled back his foreskin.

He looked into his daughter’s lust filled eyes as he reached up and grasped her other breast gaining a soft gasp from her. “I can’t,” he said quietly and drove his hips forward.

“Oh god, yesss!” Anastasia cried out as his thick cock stretched her and yet slammed all the way inside her. He grunted as he felt his daughter’s tight pussy engulf his manhood and his glans slam into the neck of her womb.

He drew back and rammed into her again and again; his hands mauling her breasts as her fingernails scratched on top of them and her heels rose up and pressed against his ass cheeks urging him to fuck her harder and faster. “Yes, Daddy; yes, fuck me,” Anastasia pleaded as her pussy was stretched and filled again and again.

Jay stared down in wonder at his own flesh and blood writhing on the table in front of him, and her quim squeezed and enfolded his invading length. She whimpered as he pulled his hands away from her breasts and gasped as his rough hands gripped her thighs like a pair of vices and his thick cock seemed to penetrate her even deeper.

Her entire body locked up as his cockhead drove hard into her cervix, again and again, triggering her orgasm. On some level, she couldn’t understand how her father’s large cock could still be inside her when her cunt felt as if it was barely big enough for one of her own small fingers. Stars danced behind her eyelids as her back arched up of the table; wave upon wave of heat radiated out from her pussy as still, her father slammed into her, his fingers sunk deep into the flesh of her hips preventing her from getting away from his hard thrusting shaft.

A second hard orgasm followed Anastasia’s first and Jay had to drive his hips harder as his daughter’s pussy squeezed his invading length even tighter. Her juices jetted out with each deep thrust soaking his crotch as she grunted and writhed before him. He eased up and stilled his movements leaving his cock entirely inside her and savoured the feeling of her tunnel rippling about his length and her cervix spasming against his glans. The sweat ran down his spine as he watched his Baby girl’s thrashing ease till eventually, she stilled. After a minute she opened her eyes and stared lovingly up at him.

“Ohhh god Daddy,” she breathed, “that was wonderful!” she jerked a little as he flexed his shaft within her; her eyes widened. She grinned as she asked, “You haven’t cum yet, Daddy?”

“Oh no, not yet, Baby girl!” he grinned back.

Anastasia’s tongue appeared between her lips; “Are you gonna make me scream like you used to make Mommy scream?”

For a brief moment, Jay paused before he raised an eyebrow; “Are you sure that’s what you want, Baby?”

“Yes Daddy, please” she answered girlishly, “make me scream.”

Anastasia gasped as suddenly she felt the void as her father pulled out of her with an audible squelchy pop. The next moment he had pulled her forward and flipped her onto her front with her legs hanging down and a hand slid between her thighs driving two fingers into her recently vacated pussy. She moaned against the polished wood as he twisted them about within her, his thumb brushing her hard clit as he did.

“Is my Baby girl sure?” he asked as his other hand roughly caressed her ass cheek.

“Yesss” she hissed twisting her hips and thrusting back against his fingers.

He pulled his fingers out and eased his shaft back inside her earning a deep sigh from her; “Really sure? A hundred percent?” he asked again mimicking Anastasia’s future father-in-law.

“Yes,” she breathed as Jay’s cockhead pushed against her cervix. She squealed loudly as the unexpected blow landed sharply on her right cheek, the loud slap echoing around the room. “Fuck!” she cried as she recovered from the surprise.

Her father gulped deeply as Anastasia’s pussy had briefly clenched about the base of his shaft tight enough to force extra blood into his glans already pressed against the neck of her womb which also spasmed. So far just like mother, he thought as a grin spread across his lips. “Still sure?” he repeated.

Anastasia’s heart pounded in her chest as she felt the sting on her right cheek fade; she reached across the table pushing the linen napkin sample to the floor and gripped the opposite table edge tensing her body for the next blow. “Yes, Daddy,” she replied firmly.

She flinched as his hand, slick with her juices caressed her right cheek gently, and he flexed his thick cock within her. She let out the breath she had been holding and then her left cheek was struck firmly, and her body arched up as she cried out loudly. Oh, you deceptive fuck she thought, “Ahh… thank you. Daddy,” she said aloud.

Jay closed his eyes as he felt the seismic wave of his blow ripple through Anastasia’s cheek and through his cock buried deep inside her to be followed an instant later by her muscles spasming and locking down again. “Oh Christ…” he whispered cherishing the sensations. He gripped her cheeks tighter pressing her hips down onto the table as he pressed his own forward forcing her thighs harder into the edge of the table. She struggled without wanting to escape, her quim rotating around his buried shaft only as much as he would allow.

“Ahhh” she cried loudly as two further blows landed in quick succession on each cheek; her flesh heating up as her pussy pulsed and her nipples ached painfully; her forehead pressed against the hardwood she twisted her chest across the table dragging at the sensitive nubs of flesh. “Y… yes…” she whimpered before finding her voice; “Thank you, Daddy!”

“Such a good Baby girl, aren’t you Anastasia?” he asked rhetorically as he forehanded her right cheek and backhanded the other eliciting the wonderful sensations about his shaft inside her.

She grunted with each of the blows, her flesh becoming tender and rapidly heating as he leant forward pressing his chest against her back and his mouth lowering down beside her ear as he said softly, “Are you sure?”

She panted as she felt his breath against her ear; “Oh God, yesss… yes Daddy!” she answered as she consciously squeezed her pussy around his cock earning a twitch.

All at once he straightened and his length disappeared from her slit leaving a hollow void within her core, and those strong hands grasped her glowing ass and pulled her cheeks apart exposing her pink pucker. For a moment she was at a loss and felt him spit into her tight rear hole and then his cockhead, slick with her juices press against it.

“Daddy!!!” she squealed and yet remained frozen.

“Yes, Baby girl?” he replied matter-of-factly as he pressed his swollen helmet against his daughter’s anus. He smiled malevolently as he inspected Anastasia’s rosebud wondering just how tight it was.

She gulped deeply as she now realised what it was that had made her mother scream all those years ago. “I… I…” she stuttered and hesitated.

“Yes?” he asked, his rough hands firmly stroking the tender flesh of her slapped cheeks as he kept them apart; “Something you want to say, Anastasia?”

“N… no, Daddy” she gulped in reply.

Her ass was trembling; the sensation against his glans was quite exquisite as he pressed just a fraction harder feeling her sphincter tighten. “You wanna be like Mommy, don’t you? We can stop if you don’t.”

Anastasia felt a tear run down her cheek; she’d been thinking about offering her virgin ass to Robert on their wedding night, obviously not the romantic gesture of a hymen but that boat had long sailed. She gulped as she thought about the slim vibrator she had used on herself only a few days earlier. She had enjoyed it immensely with the simultaneous stimulation of her clit and had figured she would equally enjoy her “new husband’s” shaft. Her father’s cock though was so much thicker than Robert’s; it had already stretched her pussy as wide if not wider than it had ever been before.

“I… I’ve never done this before” she admitted.

Jay grinned wider having already guessed; “I know!” he started easing his hold on Anastasia’s cheeks and letting them close warmly around the end of his hard swollen cock. “It’s alright, Baby… we’ll just forget about the string quartet, shall we?”

For a moment she was shocked, her father was ‘blackmailing’ her and then she smirked against the table top as she realised even though she’d willingly just fucked her father at least part of the reason had been to get what she wanted for her wedding. She felt her pussy tremble as the realisation dawned that to all intents and purposes she had used her body to get the perfect day; a whore in other words.

“Oh Daddy…” she pouted, “I really want it. I really do!” She released the table edge and reached back slipping her fingers beneath her father’s and pulling her ass cheeks open again. “Your little girl wants it all!”

“Ohh fuck, yes you do… just like your Mommy!” he answered gruffly as he leant against her and felt her rosebud stretch as he increased the pressure of his slick cockhead against her. Anastasia gasped and made an effort to control her breathing and to relax as she felt her tight rear hole slowly being stretched. What did you get, Mommy for whoring out her ass? She wondered breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth.

Jay slipped his hands either side of his daughter’s hips looking down at her own nails digging into the abused red cheeks of her ass; he eased back a fraction and pushed forward again feeling the resistance of the wonderful ass before him lessen a little and allow his throbbing cockhead a fraction deeper. “Yess…” he sighed, “We do need the Mariachi band!”

“Ohh f… thank you Daddy!” she moaned and felt her pussy trembling and once again start leaking her juices onto the table. Her nipples ached and throbbed as she ground them onto the hard surface and she dug her nails deeper into her cheeks spreading them as wide as she could.

Jay watched, mesmerised as his daughter’s pucker stretched, his angry glans just shy of entering her completely; he paused and drew again, “Then there’s the horse and carriage, we need that!”

“Mmmm… yess… Daddy, the horse and ahh… carriage,” she shuddered as her father pressed in again and her sphincter opened, his cockhead finally slipping inside. “OH GOD, DADDY!” she screamed.

“Ohhh fuck, baby” he echoed, and he steadied himself savouring the supreme tightness of his daughter’s virgin ass. It might have been simply poor recall, or maybe Sue had prepped for it, but he couldn’t remember his wife ever being as tight as her daughter. “Ohhh yesss… and the… cake?” he panted.

“Yesss Daddy, yesss,” she answered without comprehension as she released her ass cheeks and pushed back to meet him feeling his thick shaft slide deeper. “Ohh fuck yesss… fuck me Daddy!” she begged as her pussy convulsed beneath her penetrated ass.

Jay’s fingers gripped his daughter’s hips tighter as he eased all the way inside her watching his length disappear completely. He paused and then drew back keeping his cockhead within the tight ring of her sphincter before easing back in till his hips pressed against her red cheeks eliciting a long deep moan from them both.

Anastasia shuddered hard as her pussy spasmed and an orgasm started to build. “Fuck me, Daddy,” she begged and was rewarded as her father pulled back and slammed back into her. Her body shook as she tried to push back against his invading shaft, but her coordination was gone and instead simply allowed him to drive in and out of her, again and again, slamming her thighs against the edge of the table. Her hands slipped beneath her, finding her nipples and yanking on them as she whimpered and cried with pleasure.

Jay drove harder and faster into his daughter, his eyes never leaving his shaft as it appeared and disappeared within her. His balls slapped against her quim with each thrust, and he felt her juices soak them as she writhed upon the table in front of him. This could be the most expensive fuck I’ve ever had he thought and raised a hand and brought down sharply on his daughter’s left cheek. Her ass tightened in response as he slammed inside her. “Ohh fuck,” he gasped.

“YESSS!” Anastasia screamed loudly as the blow landed and her holes clenched tight, and a jet of her juices shot out from her cunt soaking her father’s sac as it slapped against it. She jerked and spasmed on the table as all she felt was her virgin ass being ploughed and her cunt clenching down against itself as hard waves of heat exploded outwards. “OHH FUCK DADDY! YESSS!”

Jay groaned and grunted as he drove into her, again and again, feeling his balls twitching as they were soaked by his daughter’s juices, so much that he could feel rivulets running down his thighs. He smacked his daughter’s cheeks, again and again, feeling the ripples radiate through his invading shaft.

“PLEASE DADDY!” she screamed again, “FILL YOUR DIRTY LITTLE BABY’S ASS WITH YOUR CUM!”

All at once Jay slammed forward, his body dropping down on top of his daughter as his balls emptied their load deep inside her ass. She trembled and shuddered beneath him as further hot jets of her own secretions ejected from her quim against her father’s twitching sac. The two of them gasped and panted; each in their own but linked worlds of intense pleasure as their individual twitches and spasms sparked reciprocal echoes in each other.

Eventually, Anastasia gasped weakly, “…daddy…” as she struggled to breathe with his weight upon her.

Jay shook himself and quickly raised himself up on his arms, “Ohh god, I’m sorry baby,” he apologised profusely.

She inhaled deeply, squirming a little against his softening shaft still within her ass and looked over her shoulder; “I’m not!” she grinned.

**

Jay danced with Meaghan having taken his daughter’s words to heart to look out for her. She didn’t seem to be drunk, or even particularly tipsy; if anything she seemed nervous as she faltered a little as she danced and he took a little more control guiding her. He knew he was seeing her in a new light; Anastasia had changed that within him as he appreciated the beautiful young woman in his arms.

He saw Sue wink at him as she danced with one of their mutual friends and was instantly taken back to the years when his (then) wife had teased him about the young girl’s affection for him. He never believed that the nineteen-year-old Meaghan could have seriously fancied him, but now his daughter, her best friend seemed to be suggesting the very same. He could almost hear Sue’s voice mimicking the young girl as she pulled down his shorts on those summer nights and freed his swollen cock and took it into his mouth. He was never sure exactly how much Sue had realised that he had indulged the fantasy within his own mind at the time.

He’d told her as much and then she’d replied “Thank you. You look… well, dashing.”

It was such an old word, even from before his time but it made his chest swell, not to mention his cock as she moulded herself deeper into his embrace. Fate intervened, and the DJ called time and then collared him for payment. He berated himself for paying the young man cash, keeping it off the books and saving himself a measly forty pounds. When he turned about Meaghan was embroiled with others of her and Anastasia’s generation knocking back shots.

He slipped out into the gardens having picked up a large glass of the Macallan smiling to himself as he wondered what all the people, their friends, their family, the new in-laws, would have thought of him if they knew the price his daughter had paid for such a ‘perfect day.’ The conversations he’d had and all the time picturing his daughter sucking his cock, eating her out and then plunging his hard shaft deep into her holes. Even when giving his speech and Anastasia had pressed his knuckles to his face he was picturing her ass reverberating to his backhand and the sublime sensations it caused within her.

“I didn’t even get a fuck today but damn it was a pretty perfect day all the same!” he muttered and then quickly looked about checking no one was in earshot.

**

They’d left the mess they had created in the dining room as Jay had taken Anastasia’s hand and led her upstairs to the master bedroom and the en-suite. All at once as they stepped into beneath the shower in the wet room the two of them had become almost ‘shy.’ In both their minds this seemed to mean so much more now that their animal lusts had been sated.

It was almost and in some ways a ‘first kiss.’ There wasn’t any ulterior motive as initially their lips softly brushed one another’s; it was simply love for one another. Gradually their lips parted and their tongues sought out each other, testing, tasting, caressing as their kiss grew steadily deeper. Their hands stroked, teased and explored in a far more intimate and personal way than they had in the dining room.

Jay found that the very tip of his daughter’s shoulder made her purr as his lips brushed across it. Anastasia found that her father was ticklish just below his shoulder blades (a secret she wished she’d known when she was a kid) and although the two of them once again desired to consummate their love carnally, they took it slowly without any hurry.

After their shower, they dried each other completely and even though Jay stood at the mirror stark naked with a third, rock-hard erection he took the time to shave. Anastasia sat on the clothes hamper, also utterly naked as she watched her father still fascinated by the simple task as she had been so many years before. Of course, every so often her eyes would drop, and she’d lick her lips at the wonderful member she had discovered that day;To continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.