Realistically it could be called the most traumatic episode in each of their lives.
D'Anelo Cruz came home from work a few hours earlier than usual.
His 15-year-old daughter Maria was at home alone, after school, in her bed. She had begun her daily masturbating routine when her father walked in the front door. Her mind was concentrating on her body and she never heard him enter the house.
By the time that her father had reached the top of stairs and was standing outside of her bedroom door, Maria's mind was in total disarray and her fingers were pushing her into a sexual pleasure zone. D'Anelo heard strange noises from behind her door and almost as an act of protection for his daughter he entered into her room.
Maria's room wasn't that big so that when he entered he was immediately confronted with the foot of the bed. He stopped. He looked down, in complete shock, at his daughter. She was lying on her back, completely naked, and while her right hand worked between her spread legs, her left hand was squeezing at the nipple of her well-formed breast. Her eyes were tightly closed and guttural sounds were coming from deep down within the child's throat.
At first D.A. was too dumbfounded to react. Then, when he came to his senses, he was still too fascinated to put a stop to her actions. He couldn't help himself. His eyes were racing from his daughter's hand on her pussy to her hand that was rubbing her breast to her quivering lips; and then back down again.
Unable to control his body's reactions he realized that his cock had become fully enlarged within his jeans.
As she felt her climax nearing, Maria happened to open her eyes. Suddenly her whole body tensed and her hands froze in place as she realized that her father was standing at the foot of her bed, looking down at her. Their eyes finally met and then held a grip on each other's.
Both father and daughter were in a state of quiet panic, albeit not for the same reason. Maria was ashamed that her father had caught her and she was afraid of what he was going to do about it. D.A. was in a panic because of his own reaction. He couldn't believe that he was actually hot from watching his daughter masturbate. He was even more upset with himself that he had not been able to take his eyes away from the young girl's body.
Over the years, he had seen her in various stages of undress at all ages and he had never taken any undue notice. As recently as six months ago, when she was completely undressed and trying on a new dress for her mother, he had walked in on them and never even flinched. He just apologized and walked back out; never even thinking of his daughter as a female. She had been just his daughter.
This was different. Perhaps it was what she was doing to herself that caused his arousal or perhaps it was her wanton reaction to her fingers. Whatever the case was, the fact was that D.A. had been turned on by his daughter. Their eyes continued to hold and both could see the fear written on each other's face.
Maria lay motionless while the scene unfolded. She saw her father's eyes leave hers and she watched them move slowly over her body. She was tensed and her breathing was uneven as she saw his gaze linger at her chest, moving from one breast to the other before moving down to her crotch, where her hand was still frozen in place.
She watched her father take a deep breath and soon his eyes seemed to be transfixed on her pussy area. Maria didn't try to analyze it but she felt a strange feeling in her body upon seeing her father's eyes absorbing the nakedness of her body. She sensed a look of guilt on his face.
Then, to Maria's total surprise her father lowered his eyes, turned, and left the room without uttering a word, closing the door behind him on the way out. She quickly jumped up from the bed and got dressed. All of her passion had dissipated from this encounter.
She was beside herself with apprehension. What was he going to do to her? Would he beat her? Throw her out of the house? Tell her mother, who might be the worst of the two to deal with? All of these things and maybe more? Maria knew that she would have to confront him, to apologize and to try to explain.
D.A., as friends called him, was down in the living room trying to relax and to let his nerves calm down. His hands were still shaking. His hard-on had at last begun to subside. He was chastising himself for his reaction. At first, he was angry with his daughter. After further thinking about it, he knew that most kids her age did that. There wasn't any real reason to punish her. What was worse was his own reaction at the sight of his daughter's body.
"Dad?" Sitting on the couch, he heard his daughter's voice. He looked up at the child standing there in front of him. "Can...can we talk?..." she asked softly.
He motioned her to the other end of the couch. "Sit here."
The 15-year-old girl sat down uneasily and, after a few moments, she got up the courage to speak. "I...I'm sorry...I...I won't do it again...I..." She was stammering.
D.A. cut her short, "Don't even say it, Maria. It's not true, so don't say it. You will do it again!"
"No...I...I promise you...I..."
Again, he cut her off. "Stop hon. You...er...you don't have to apologize or say you're not gonna do it again because you will. Because that's what kids your age do."
His daughter was silent. This wasn't a comment that she expected to hear from her father. When was the shoe about to drop.
D.A. continued speaking, almost absent-mindedly, "You're 15, sweetheart. I can't expect you to, er, be perfect. You'll do it again...because you're human. Girls do those things. I know that. Boys do too. You can't help it. I understand, baby."
Maria was flabbergasted. She had expected that he would go wild, but even if he didn't, her mother would. She knew that her father was being a realist. She began to hope that maybe she could talk him out of telling her mother. Finally she spoke.
"What, er, I er what about Mama?" she asked, softly.
D.A. sensed his daughter's fear and wanted to ease her mind. After all, what she did was perfectly normal. It was he that should have felt ashamed.
"It's okay hon. Don't worry about it. I promise. It's okay. I'm not gonna tell her."
"Y-you... you sure?"
"I promise. But you better make sure that you don't say anything to her either because then she'll be mad at me for not telling her."
Maria felt the tremendous sudden pressure of apprehension slowly ease up in her. "Thanks, Dad," she said, genuinely relieved. "And I'm...serious...I...I'll try not to do it again. It's wrong. I know."
D.A. stared silently at his daughter. She was so innocent. He felt his shame return. "No, honey. It's not wrong. Maybe we've taught you that it's wrong but it's not. It's something we've all done and many of us still do. Just...er don't...do anything worse. But believe me, you don't have anything to be sorry for..."
Maria was about to say something when her father added, "...not like me," almost in a whisper. She looked at him and saw the shame in his face but didn't understand what he was talking about or why he said what he did.
She stood up, and as she started to leave, she said, "Thanks, Dad."
"Okay hon...And Maria?" he called softly to her. "I'm er, I'm sorry, honey."
She stopped at the door and looked back at him for a long moment, and then she asked inquisitively, "For what?"
"For looking at you. I er, I shouldn't have, baby. I'm sorry."
She stood silently, looking back at her father. He looked so sad. She remembered how his eyes devoured her. Slowly she walked back and stood in front of him as he sat on the couch. She looked down into his saddened eyes.
"And you have nothing...You couldn't help it Dad. What could you...You don't have anything to be sorry for, you had no choice. I was the one who..."
"No sweetums," he said softly, "I'm...I was wrong. I...I could have, I should have...Forget it. It's just...I'm sorry, that's all. I shouldn't have looked and I...I couldn't help myself. I...I...Aw, forget it, Maria."
She wasn't sure why he was apologizing. After all, it was her that had been naked, he didn't do anything. About the only thing that he did was look at her. Then she remembered. Yes he had looked at her...really looked. She now recalled the look on his face when he found her masturbating. Thinking back, she wondered if that look was what she now thought that it might have been...a look of lust?
Reality began to slowly sink into Maria's brain as she looked down at him sitting on the couch with his eyes on the floor. He was probably ashamed because...he had enjoyed looking at her??? The youngster felt a sudden flush moving through her body. She quickly turned and left the room, her mind a mumbo-jumbo of unanswered thoughts.
When his wife came home, D.A. gave her the news. He had been layed-off from work. That was the dominant theme of the conversation for the family that night. No mention of the day's incident occurred.
Later that night when Maria went to bed, her mind replayed the afternoon's episode, recalling more and more, her father's reaction. She now realized that he had gotten aroused and the thought both frightened her and intrigued her.
D'Anelo tossed about for most of the night. His wife thought that he was restless because he had lost his job, but the truth was that he kept remembering the hot look on his daughter's face and the exciting look of flesh upon her young body.
In the darkness of his bedroom, his hand gently squeezed his cock as he thought of his daughter's body. Thinking of the short hairs that he remembered between her long slender legs, he gently pulled his prick and, while his wife slept next to him, he came all over the bed as his mind thought of and pictured his daughter. When he finished cumming he lay back, totally ashamed.
Maria awoke early the next morning. Lying in bed she remembered all that had happened on the prior day. She made a mental note that she would have to be more careful in the future, especially now that her father would be home most of the day until he got a new job. She would not be able to go through what had become her daily ritual of masturbating as soon as she came home from school each day. She would probably have to do it after she went to bed at night, if at all. Or maybe in the morning when she woke up, like now.
Her hand crept into her panties and she closed her eyes. Soon the youngster was fingering away at herself as she mentally fantasized her boyfriend Hector's cock inside of her. She climaxed amidst a splash of inner excitement.
She then hurriedly pulled her panties back up and got up to get ready for school. Pulling a robe over her, she went into the bathroom. Then she removed the robe and slid her panties down her legs. She deftly picked up her foot into the air so that she could pluck the garment off her ankle and foot and put it into the hamper. She then showered and quickly dressed for school.
Within a half-hour, both Maria and her mother had left the house, for school and work, respectively.
D.A. remained home. His head was still jumping from thought to thought. He had hardly slept during the night as his thoughts kept returning to the scene with Maria from the day before. He kept replaying in his head the beauty of her naked body and the lustful look on her excited face.
He decided to try to keep himself busy, hoping that he could drive these mental pictures out of his brain. Thinking that his wife would appreciate his help, he decided to clean up. He cleaned up the dishes that had just been left hastily in the sink. He vacuumed the living room and then it was on to the laundry. He opened up the hamper. Right on top was a pair of nylon panties.
D.A. froze as a strange tenseness gripped him. He knew immediately that they belonged to his daughter and not his wife because Anna's were full sized and these were more bikini-like. He had stopped because his eyes immediately had noticed a damp looking spot at the crotch. He felt his mouth go dry and he swallowed. He couldn't believe how he was acting. Why was he feeling this nervous?
His hand slowly reached into the hamper and his fingers gingerly touched the spot. Sure enough, D.A. felt dampness in the crotch of his daughter's panties. Almost immediately, as if he had no control his hand clutched at the silk-like material, and then hesitated. He felt a strong reaction of guilt. What am I going to do? Am I crazy?
Then, almost robot-like, his hand was bringing the panties out of the hamper and slowly up to his face. What was the dampness? Piss? Cum? His mind was again picturing the shorthaired cunt with his daughter's finger buried inside. His cock was quickly becoming hard.
Unable to control himself he finally pushed the panties into his face and his nose desperately attacked the crotch, sniffing in the most wonderful smell that he had ever encountered...his daughter's cunt! He didn't care if the dampness was piss or cum anymore, he was too excited.
His hand whipped out his inflamed cock and began jerking off while his lips, mouth, tongue and nose sucked, tasted and sniffed. At the same time his mind pictured his hot looking daughter fingering herself. He came all over the floor.
For the remainder of the day D'Anelo was overcome with shame. He continued chastising himself to no avail. He finally began trying to convince himself that it wasn't really wrong what he had done. After all, he told himself, it was only a fantasy. Men jerked off and fantasized all of the time. So what if he was mentally picturing his daughter? He didn't do anything to her. It was only a mental thing. Really, thinking back to the day before, if he really wanted to do something with Maria he would have done so then. His 'rational' thinking began to ease his guilt.
D.A.'s problems began anew as soon as his daughter came home from school. No doubt, what had transpired the day before was in the forefront of their minds, and their words and actions were almost tentative when talking to each other. Maria didn't dare stay up in her room. She slipped out of her bra, which she hated to wear, and then, as soon as she put her books and school things away she came right back downstairs to the living room, put on the TV, and flopped in the easy chair.
The next few hours only served to make a potentially incendiary situation worse. Unconsciously D.A. began looking at his daughter's body. She had on jeans and he couldn't avoid looking at her well-formed ass and legs in the tight fitting denim. She had the lines and figure of a classic Spanish beauty. He tried not to look but his eyes kept returning to her. He was becoming fully aware of the female being into which this 15-year-old was quickly developing.
Her father's eyes were like those of a thief; nervously looking to and away from her.
Maria had on a sweater that was somewhat low-cut. She enjoyed wearing it because she enjoyed the attention that the boys in school gave to her chest. She was more developed than most of the girls in her class and was by far the prettiest, so it was almost natural that they bestowed their attention on her.
She knew that her father was looking at her and she felt that same flush of thrill-laced fright that she had felt the day before. She was somewhat scared and yet she found a real sense of excitement because her father was ogling her body. He was obviously trying not to let her notice his attention but she could not help but see.
She had enough presence of mind to realize that his curiosity had been piqued by the prior day's incident. After all, he had caught her totally nude, with her fingers inside of her making her buck up and down, while she had moaned and twisted about with her eyes closed. She realized what such a scene would do to any man. As she thought back, she remembered how her father's eyes had frantically run over her naked body.
Although she was only speculating, she sensed that he now must be seeing her fully clothed while trying to picture her naked, again. She supposed that she should have hated him doing that, but instead the thought only invoked fascination in the girl; that her own father would actually think of her that way. She wondered, was he just trying to remember what she looked like or did he really want to see her naked?
The youngster had heard about incest and she knew that it actually existed. In fact, her girlfriend Lisa claimed that their friend Pamela had been raped by her own father. However, that was nothing like this, she thought. Her father had never laid a hand on her other that with tender caring. He had never even given a hint that he realized she was a young woman until now. Even though she kept sensing him somehow sneaking peaks at her fully clothed body, she knew that his curiosity had only begun yesterday. Only after seeing her naked.
A fear was flowing through her, but she also felt proud that her father was looking. She felt a strange pang of enjoyment that he actually appreciated her looks.
Things continued along this same path right into the following week. At night D.A. often found himself thinking of his daughter, getting himself hard and worked up, but afraid to relieve himself with Anna sleeping right there. During the day, he would dig out Maria's latest pair of panties from the hamper and masturbate while savoring the aroma of her young pussy.
When she came home from school he would sneak looks at her body whenever he thought that she wasn't paying attention to him. However the girl couldn't help but feel her father's eyes on her, and soon she began to soften in her thinking. She didn't fear his ogling anymore. She rationalized that, after all, her father was only a man and she knew how weak most men were. After all, she told herself, he did see her totally naked and fully aroused. That had to have an affect on him, father or not.
Besides, even though he was now eyeing her, he wasn't trying to touch her or anything. She knew that he wouldn't, but...what if he did, she asked herself? What if he tried to touch her or grab her? She didn't know what she would do. At first, she told herself that she would fight him to the end, but as the days went by and she continued to catch him looking at her, she became increasingly intrigued. What if he touched me and I liked it? What if I let him touch me? What would happen?
It was a little more than a week later when a new incident occurred. Her father was still out of work. It was after school and D.A. and Marie were home alone together, as usual. Maria was wearing a blouse, which buttoned up over a naked chest, as she had removed her bra when she got home, as she always did. The upper two buttons of her blouse were open.
By this time Maria was well aware of her father's probing eyes and was careful so as not to show him anything. However, on this day as she sat on the couch with her father in the adjacent chair, Maria accidentally dropped her magazine to the floor and, without thinking, she bend down to retrieve it. In so doing her blouse dropped away from her chest and Maria, while bent over, looked up into her father's face.
D'Anelo's eyes were riveted on his daughter's chest, looking at the twin mounds of young flesh beneath her blouse, and his cock involuntarily hardened. He sucked in and held his breath.
Maria should have jumped back in panic but instead, in her confused state of embarrassment, she held in place. When her brain started to re-function, she wanted to straighten up and run away from his ogling but something in her thinking also wanted him to see everything that he wanted. As they stayed like that as if frozen in time, the young girl felt a guilty thrill.
D.A.'s mind was running wild. The young flesh of his daughter looked so inviting. Something caught Maria's eyes and they were drawn to her father's crotch area. She couldn't believe that her father's pants were pointing up. She had actually given him a hard-on! Nervously her father tore his eyes from the inside of her blouse and he looked up at her face. Her eyes were frozen on his crotch, which caused his prick to twitch involuntarily.
Finally, Maria was able to function. She moved her face and looked into his eyes as she slowly lifted herself to an upright position. They continued to stare into each other's eyes as each of them acknowledged by their stares that they were both aware of what had just transpired.
D.A. stood and whispered sadly as he walked from the room, "I'm...I'm sorry babe."
She didn't see him reappear until after her mother came home at 7 p.m. In the meantime, her mind focused entirely on the latest incident. It had already been obvious that her father wanted to look at her but it was now confirmed that she was even arousing him. She knew that she should be scared. She should be mad. She was not. If anything, Maria was secretly excited seeing him look at her in that wild manner.
She was guessing that he was now wishing that he could catch her masturbating again. She became excited at that thought. If, she wondered, he really did want that and would keep his hands to himself, it might be exciting...really exciting. Thinking this thought, Maria felt a rush of heat fill her loins.
>From that day forward, Maria began thinking of her father in a pleasant way. Obviously, he was hurting and wanted to see her, but he had enough self-control to not lay a hand on her. Although she didn't know it, she was no longer an obstacle. If truth were told, deep down inside, she wanted her father to do more that look. Now when she masturbated, she imagined her father watching her do it, and her climaxes were much more powerful when thinking of this.
Another week passed and, after school, the situation returned to its status quo. However, during the nights there was a change. Now both of them were allowing their thoughts to wander to the other.
Maria was now realizing how much her father was suffering and she also now realized that she was absolutely safe around him, that he would never do anything. As her awareness increased and her own nightly thoughts evolved, she was convinced that she could help relieve her father's frustrations. She was sure that if she could arrange it that he would be more than happy to see her naked.
She came up with a plan.
On this day, Maria wore a skirt and blouse to school. When she came home, she went up to her room and removed her bra, and then went back downstairs, as was her usual custom. A half-hour later, she was on the couch across from her father. While watching the TV, she brought her legs up and then stretched them out down the length, over the cushions, as she sat sideways. When she lifted her legs, she made sure that her skirt rode up. The hem was about 8 inches above her knees.
Pretending not to notice her father, Maria felt his eyes continuously looking over at the exposed flesh of her thighs. Her heart was beating from her excitement. Her next move would be her most dangerous. She didn't know how he would react. Would he be mad? Would he holler?...She was sure that he would not but she was still afraid.
She felt the urgency in his eyes. Gathering all of her courage Maria moved her hand down to her knee, acting as if she were doing it absent-mindedly. Knowing that her father's eyes were on her she slowly moved her hand up and down her skirt over her inner thighs Then, after swallowing a gulp of courage she moved it slowly to the hem of her skirt, then slowly beneath and finally, slowly up inside, to the warmth of her crotch.
D.A. had caught his breath and his body stiffened. That was the most erotic scene that he had ever experienced. What was especially exciting was that Maria wasn't even slightly aware of her movements, he thought. She was engrossed in the HBO movie, which seemed to have quite a few steamy scenes. His breathing had become much heavier. Would she also begin rubbing herself absent-mindedly? His eyes were glued to her wrist as her hand was hidden from his view.
Maria turned her head to her father. She held her hand in place.
D.A. knew that she turned toward him. His eyes didn't want to leave their place at her crotch yet he suddenly became afraid that she had caught him looking. His eyes flashed up in panic to hers. To his amazement she looked back directly into his. His daughter had seen him looking at her and she hadn't made any move. Their eyes held. He felt a sense of confusion as she wasn't making any effort to remove her hand.
D.A. allowed his eyes to leave hers, look down at her legs and wrist and look back to her face. She was still staring into his eyes.
"Are you okay Dad?"
"What do...Yeah, I'm okay honey, what do you mean?"
"I...I just felt...don't get mad, okay?"
"Er, yeah, why...what?" he flustered.
"I just felt that you're...that you look at me a lot."
"Well, yeah, hon, you're...You are my daughter you know?"
"Yeah but you seem to want to look at me," she said.
His eyes left hers, temporarily went down to her legs and then were looking into her young face again.
"Am I right?"
D.A. couldn't immediately answer. After a long moment, he silently nodded.
Maria knew that she had a green light. Her hand pushed against her mound, she moaned, and her father's eyes moved again onto her legs. Maria felt a tremendous excitement starting to build within.
Again, their eyes met. There was a raw sense of urgency in them both.
"Okay?" she whispered.
Again, he nodded.
Before he could even comment his daughter was pushing her panties down her legs, and her skirt quickly slid down to follow. D.A. was totally in shock as he looked at his daughter on the couch across from him. She was completely naked from the waist down and her one hand had quickly returned between her legs, while her other hand began unbuttoning her blouse. She was determined to reenact the original episode thinking that was what her father wanted. She was sure that he was sorry that he hadn't fully looked at her nakedness and now wanted that more than anything.
Her fingers moved on her pussy in their familiar role. She watched her father's eyes and saw the lust on his face. The last button of her blouse was undone. She managed to work it off her shoulders. She was now completely naked as before and her fingers were moving passionately on, about and in her. More gentle moans emanated from her lips. Her eyes closed. Her fingers continued. Her hips were pushing up to her hand.
Maria heard noises from across the room but she didn't immediately open her eyes as the pleasures built up in her loins. Suddenly her sixth sense felt a presence. Her eyes snapped open. There, sitting on the floor, inches in front of her, was her father. His smile was soft, soothing, and calming. She was hot and her body needed to be satisfied. Her hand was working between her legs while her other was squeezing gently on her breast.
D.A. watched with passionate excitement as his daughter twisted about on the couch, right in front of him. She was beyond control. He gently pulled her leg toward him, parting it from the other.
Maria felt her father's hand on her inner flesh of her thighs and she tensed momentarily. However, her body's hotness was urging her on. Her hand started moving again, she allowed her father to bring her one leg off the couch, and she placed it on the floor.
Her legs were spread wide now as her fingers moved expertly at her pussy. As she probed, she suddenly felt her father's breath and mouth as it touched her inner thigh, just above the knee. She didn't care anymore about right or wrong. She knew that this was what she really wanted all along. Her fingers worked into the moist hole.
D.A. was frantic with passion. His 15-year-old daughter was writhing in pleasure and was now completely vulnerable to his every desire...and desirous he was! His cock was raging as he allowed his mouth to open and suck in on the young flesh of her inner thigh. Then his tongue flicked out and his mouth moved up further, working its way toward his ultimate goal.
D.A. was one of those rare individuals who had never eaten pussy, but his desire to do so became all-consuming from the day that he first got the full aroma of his daughter's cunt from her panties. His passionate desire was now almost an obsession. His mouth was working feverishly over the youngster's flesh as her hand continued its magic.
The tremendous sensations caused by her hand, in combination with his approaching mouth were causing her body to buck up and down. Her cunt was burning with a desire to feel her father's mouth on it. Her one hand left her breast, reached down, and clasped at the back of his head. His mouth was licking and tasting the flesh of her upper inner thigh. Suddenly her other hand pulled out of her cunt and moved to the back of his head.
Maria's hands were now clutching frantically on him, urging his advancing mouth higher up to her thrusting cunt, which was pushing out desperately in search of total satisfaction.
D.A. moved his hands between his daughter's legs and then up and down under her ass. His cock twitched violently as his hands formed a hold on each globe of flesh on her wonderful ass-cheeks. He moved in further.
His mouth was then at the child's pussy. He looked down in awe at the beautiful gash. The odor of her cunt was the most powerful force that he had ever encountered. D.A. buried his face into the delicious flesh of pussy.
"Nnnnnnggggg," she grunted, as a tremendous wave of pleasure moved through her cunt, caused by his hot sucking mouth.
The aroma from his daughter's pussy inflamed his senses. He was unaware of anything other than the young flesh. His nose couldn't get enough of the pleasurable essence. His hands on the cheeks of her ass were pulling her body up to meet his face. The heat from her flesh was making his palms sweat.
D.A. alternated his efforts. First, his nose would push as far into her pussy hole as it could, and then would draw out as much of the pungent body fumes as possible. Next, he would withdraw and replace his nose with his mouth, sucking hotly on her clit. Then finally his tongue would move into and out of the delicious hole, lapping away furiously within the red gash between the lips of the child's tingling cunt.
The youngster was pounding upward; her body writhing in pleasure as her hands clasped tightly on the back of her father's head, desperately pulling him into her.
The essence of his daughter had him wild with a wanton abandon. He wanted nothing more than to taste and smell her, totally.
D.A. again pushed his nose into the young girl's hole. Then his nose made a vicious withdrawal of air from her insides. The pleasure that passed through her was unbearable. Her hands tightened harder on his ears and head and her body thrust up harder at his mouth.
"OOOOOHHH!!" Her body was wracked with a shooting pleasure
His mouth opened and his tongue began tasting every drop of goodness in the young girl's body. She was now fucking up to his eager mouth as thrill upon thrill upon thrill was pulsating throughout her body.
"OHHH Dad...OHHH YEAHHH! I'm ooooo..."
D.A. continued clutching tightly at her bucking ass as he kept his mouth glued to his daughter's wild cunt. Neither one of them had been prepared for this frantic reaction. She was feeling tremendous spasms in waves within her cunt, caused by the frenetic mouth manipulations from her father's tongue and lips.
"Oh Dad!!! Oh yes, yes, oooo..."
Tighter and tighter, her hands squeezed as she forced his mouth to stay attached to her cunt, until finally the last explosions of pleasure came on as the final tremors shook her body.
Then her body totally relaxed. Her hands dropped away from his head and her head fell bed on the arm of the couch.
Finally, D.A. pulled away from her and he shifted. Once more, he was sitting facing her, only this time his face was only inches away from his daughter's.
"Are you okay, honey?" he whispered as he allowed one of his hands to move up onto her and gently close around the flesh of one of his daughter's breasts.
She turned her young innocent face to him. She looked at his mouth. It actually looked swollen from its assault on her pussy. It was exciting to think that he looked so disoriented from their passionate episode.
D.A. knew that he should have felt guilty but he didn't. This 15-year-old child was the most exciting thing that he had ever encountered. He couldn't believe what had just happened.
She looked so hot and beautiful. He had to kiss her. He was afraid of what her reaction might be, to be kissed by her own father, but he didn't care. He had to taste the young mouth. As he closed in, he saw the look of recognition in her face to what he was about to do. There was almost a look of fear in her eyes. Then he saw her lips quivering in anticipation just before his lips closed on his daughter's mouth.
"Mmmmmm...," she moaned as her hands moved around her father's head.
His hand closed in on her breast and began gently kneading the young flesh, squeezing and releasing. Their mouths were tenderly exploring as Maria experienced new thrills from the combinations of her father's hand on her breast and their pecking mouths.
Her father's mouth began pressing harder on hers and she felt his lips part under hers and his mouth opened. Suddenly his tongue was pushing against her lips and she tightened up temporarily. She felt his thumb and forefinger beginning to squeeze the nipple of her breast and her passions were starting to flow anew.
His daughter gasped at his touch and her mouth shot open from her excitement. D.A.'s tongue quickly moved into Maria's hot moistness and began exploring every pore within her mouth. She was once again moaning under this latest assault. She was pulling his head into her and she was becoming wild from her father's hot snaky tongue and aroused from the expert massaging by his fingers.
Again, father and daughter were working themselves into a fever pitch.
Suddenly Maria felt her father pulling her down to him off the couch and onto the floor. Their hungry mouths were continuously sucking in the tongues and juices of the other. Her eyes were shut tight. As she slid down, she was brought right on top of him.
She immediately stiffened and her eyes opened wide as she felt her father under her. Sometime during the last twenty minutes, he had somehow become totally undressed. She pulled her face from his and looked into his eyes. The passion of both father and daughter was all consuming.
Maria and D.A. looked passionately into each other's eyes, almost in a way that was really a language. Almost as if he were telling her that he was going to fuck her and she was acknowledging and welcoming the inevitable, fear not withstanding.
Then D.A. slowly rolled his daughter's warm body off his and onto her back, while, almost in the same motion he climbed on top of her, moving his legs between hers.
His hands moved up and were gently massaging Maria's well-formed breasts. At the same time his mouth moved passionately down on his daughter's and she sounded a moan as she desperately sucked in his assaulting tongue. She felt her father's manhood twitch by her crotch as her tongue joined his in a duel, their mouths each savoring the taste of the other.
Suddenly she felt his cock at her wet pussy. She gasped with fright, even as his tongue continued swirling within her mouth. Her knees rose in anticipation, and her hands flew to her father's back. Slowly she felt his throbbing cock begin to part her pussy's lips.
The tightness around his prick was totally mind-boggling. He felt himself sliding into his daughter quite easily, but he knew that he was going to encounter a barrier.
"Oh!" she cried as his penetration reached her hymen.
D.A. had intended to pause and go extra gently when he reached his daughter's virginity, but the culmination of everything that happened between them and the awesomely exquisite grasping by her tight pussy around the flesh of his manhood had him sex-crazed. The cherry was a sign to go gently by instead his passions were so inflamed that he wanted to make her cry out.
He plunged fiercely into the womb of his daughter.
"OOOOOOHHHHH! AWWWWWW! " she cried out from the searing pain that pierced her so ferociously.
D.A. pushed as deep into the hole as his cock would go and then he stayed buried within the hot wetness of his daughter's depths.
"Put your legs around me honey," he whispered to the crying girl. "It won't hurt as much."
Maria raised her legs and as she was placing them around his, her father was withdrawing his flesh from deep inside of her. Just as it felt as if he was going to come all the way out of her, she felt him violently push into her again.
The burning in her pussy caused her tears to rush from her eyes and her mouth bit down on his shoulder and her nails dug viciously into his back.
"Ohhhh Dad...Stop...Oh, ooooo, it hurts..."
D.A. couldn't do anything but continue. His mind was no longer his. All he wanted to do was to cum. Cum into her cunt. Into...into his daughter's cunt. He was going to cum in his daughter's cunt. He was pounding fiercely in and out of the abused pussy and in spite of the awful pain, she continued to clutch her arms and legs tightly around him.
She felt her body moving of its own volition as her father was thrusting in and out at a furious pace.
"Ohhhh baby, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum..."
The moment was upon him. The build-up within his entire crotch, cock, and balls had reached its explosive point. Swish. The first blast of sperm forced its way out of his pecker and into the child's cunt.
"Oh baby, I'm cummmmmmmminnnnnngggggggg!!!!!"
(Pound, pound, pound, harder oh faster, oh, harder in her in her.)
Swish. Another squirt of the hot liquid entered into her womb and they both began clinging tightly to each other, moaning, groaning, and muttering incoherently.
Swish! An incestuous baby in the making. "Nnnnnnnggggggg..."
Finally, he was swished out. He remained lying on top of her as their breathing continued without pause. She was whimpering. She had lost her virginity, her innocence and her father, all in one act of lust.