Steve Parker - Incest girl

The insistent ringing of the phone pounded into Alan Madden's skull like a jackhammer. He reached for it, removing it from the hook, and set it on the nightstand. Sleepily, he fumbled for his cigarettes and lighter. Flicking the wheel, he glanced at his watch. It was a quarter past six.

Goddamn it! he thought. Who the fucking hell could be dumb enough to call a man at this ungodly hour of the morning?

He sucked on the cigarette, pulling the smoke deep into his lungs while regarding the phone, debating with himself whether he should find out who was on the other end of the line and what they wanted. Again he drew on the cigarette before mashing it out in an ironwood ashtray and picking up the receiver.

"Hello!" he barked into the mouthpiece, leaving no doubt that he was displeased over being disturbed this early in the morning. "Do you know what time it is? It's five o'clock in the fucking morning!"

"Stop exaggerating, Dad!" she scolded him with a tingling laugh. "It's after six and you know it. Did I wake you?" She laughed again and added, "Even if I did, you don't have to be so grouchy, Dad."

When he heard the familiar voice, a warm glow spread throughout his stomach, as if he had just tossed off a double shot of excellent, imported Scotch. "No," he lied, his tone soft. "I was awake, baby." Even if he wanted to, Alan could not have prevented the tingling feeling from bubbling in his nuts at the mere sound of her sexy, sultry voice.

She laughed, aware of the effect she always had on her darling father. "I love you, Dad," she whispered, evoking memories of the many wonderful times the two of them had fucked each other to the point of exhaustion. She never failed to fill him with an urgent, burning desire since that first time he had dared screw her, making her his lover and a woman. But a woman only in the sense that she was to learn every aspect of sex. Alan had unknowingly instilled in his daughter the burning demand for sexual satisfaction which equaled and, more often than not, surpassed his own.

"Are you still in bed?" she asked, and there was a different quality in her voice than there had been a moment before. It was a soft purr, almost a tangible caress deep in his groin.

"Uh-huh," he answered, then teased her with: "But I'm about to get up and go to the office. I've got some things I've been neglecting and I must get them done before the staff arrives. Why?" He knew precisely why she'd asked, and was pleased that she had.

"Kirk left for work a few minutes ago," she explained, as if he wasn't well-aware of what time her husband departed each morning. "May I come over?" An astute ear would have detected the slight pleading quality projected even through the phone.

"Welllll," he drew the word out, feigning serious consideration whether he actually wanted her to spend a few hours with him. When, in fact, he wanted nothing more than to have her in his arms with her legs over his shoulders, her horny pussy wrapped around his rook-hard cock. "I don't know about that. I'll have to think about it for a while. I'll call you back after a while and let you know."

"Dad!" she reproached angrily. "Don't you dare tease me at a time like this! My pussy's so hot it's smoking. If I don't get your big beautiful cock in me real soon, I'm going to go stark raving mad!" There was no mistaking Lillian's pressing need to fuck her handsome father. "I've got to have you, Dad I've got to have you right now!" She sounded desperate, as if she were in pain.

"What're you waiting for then?" he smiled into the mouthpiece. He tried to master his emotions but the flames leaped in his balls and his cock hardened in anticipation as he conjured up a vision of how it would be with his daughter in a few short minutes.

"Don't get up then!" It sounded like an order, yet it was only her desperate hunger for sex with her father that gave it this quality. "I'll be there in ten minutes," she assured him. "Do you love me, Dad? I mean, do you really love me aside from the sex?" She wanted to hear him say so, even though she already knew what the answer would be.

"You know I do, darling," he assured her, meaning every word. "Life would have damn little value without you, baby." Alan heard her gasp for breath, then a few seconds later, a contented sigh reached his ears. He knew what had caused her heavy breathing and it made his cock leap in his hand as he stroked the sensitive knob. "Did you make it, baby?"

"Uh-huh," she answered, breathing another ragged sigh into the phone. "Want to hear what I was doing?"

"You know Goddamn well I do!" he answered, not realizing he had growled into the phone. Alan tossed the covers back and started slowly stroking his stiff cock. As always, it was thrilling for him when she depicted what she did sexually.

"I put my fingers in my pussy the second I heard your voice. And while you were talking," she whispered in her sexy, sultry voice, "I sat here with my legs over the arms of the chair finger-fucking myself until I came. Then I licked my fingers until I had all the juice off them. Mmmmmm delicious, Dad!"

The phone clicked in his ear when she hung up. He knew she was on her way to him. It took all his will power to release his prick before he'd finished jacking off, but he did. It would have been such a waste to come this way. Alan showered, shaved and brushed his even white teeth so his mouth would be fresh for his daughter when she arrived, although he knew she would be sucking his prick far more than she would his tongue. He had just finished changing the sheets when he heard the soft, muted hum of Lillian's expensive sports car when she tooled it expertly into the white graveled driveway. The foreign job was a wedding gift from her husband of less than ninety days. And it had been ninety days of raw, naked hell for her. Not that Kirk wasn't a charming, adoring, attentive husband, for he certainly was all of that, and more. But every day that she could not fuck her father was sheer agony for her.

As she ran up the walk to the side entrance, Lillian shot a quick glance over her creamy shoulder at the sixteen-thousand-dollar automobile and stuck her tongue out at it. She would gladly give the car away in exchange for still living here with her adored father. "Darn you, Dad!" she snapped at the house as if her father were standing there in the door. "Why'd you make me do it? Everything was so perfect for us." No other man could make her cunt explode into licking flames of raw passion as her father could. She had laid several other men, but none could equal him. Some of them had given her many delicious moments of sexual pleasure, though when she equated them with her father there was no comparison.

Lillian recalled his exact words that morning when he had turned her perfectly happy world upside down. It was Saturday and their itinerary called for a day of water skiing at Lake Tahoe; they would be there in forty-five minutes in Alan's private Lear jet. But instead of a day of play at the lake, he had exploded their planned fun into a million fragments when he pulled her down on his lap and told her what had been bothering him for several months.

"Baby," he started while she squirmed her sexy ass around in his naked lap until she had his cock captured snugly between her thighs, "I want you to listen carefully to me because what I have to say concerns our lives, your happiness and mine." He nibbled the soft petal of her exquisite ear and he felt his cock beginning to harden like a piece of rolled steel. And he knew exactly what a stiff dick would lead them to. But it was his fault; he knew he shouldn't have drawn her into his naked lap before he'd told her what he felt he must. But, he thought, nuzzling the milky curve at the hollow of her throat, it wouldn't have mattered if they were both fully clothed. He could never get near her without getting a hard-on. He smiled and nipped her gently on the throat. This lovely daughter of his was one hell of a lot of woman. If she really tried, she could make a statue get a hard-on, for she was truly that sexy, or so it seemed to Alan Madden. He had fucked her what seemed like a million and two times, yet he could be miles away from her and his dick would grow suddenly hard with the mere thought of the last time he had felt her long, beautiful thighs around his waist or over his shoulder.