0 comments/ 68575 views/ 8 favorites Daddy's Next Home Coming By: sarah_siddons This is the second part of a series detailing my incestuous love I have for my father. If you haven't read the first chapter How it all began then may I suggest you do so. Many thanks to all those who are voting for me, for it gives me the encouragement to continue. Steve sighed as the murky waters of the sea changed for the speckled green of the english countryside, soon it would be Brize Norton and all the bullshit that went with coming home, the backslapping, de-briefing and last but not least the acclimatisation, three days of pure hell stuck on camp being asked all kinds of stupid questions and those invasive but essential medical checks. But those thoughts only occupied his mind for a few moments, for another problems weighed heavily on his mind; how was he going tell his daughter that Chris would not be coming home for at least another six weeks and it had been seven months since he and Chris had ravished; no raped his daughter, seven long months of questioning guilt; for now he knew the truth, the horrible truth of why his daughter never took an interest in boys; he was her one and only love; that is to say until she met Chris his lover for from that day the three of them seemed to share an inseparable bond. Wondering how Sarah would greet his homecoming, Steve choked back a tear then turned his eyes back to the slow moving scenery, he recalled how stunning Sarah looked in the pictures Chris had received from her; also under the guise of writing love letters to Chris, how she missed them both terribly. Hearing the screech of the tyres on the tarmac, he waited, first for the roar then the shudder to run through the aircraft as it quickly de-accelerated. Seeing the landscape flash by, he realised how apprehensive he was about meeting Sarah. Wiping his sweaty palms on his trousers, he felt the plane swerve off the runway as it headed for the unloading apron. Before he knew it, he was walking down the steps, nervously scanning the waiting crowd. Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat as he spotted Sarah, there in the crowd with a smile beaming from ear to ear waving frantically at him. Caught amongst the milling crowd stood on the tarmac Steve lost sight of his daughter; then working; no barging his way through he suddenly heard Sarah cry "Daddy...Daddy I'm over here," turning towards the sound, he first saw a pair of tanned arms emerge from the crowd which then pull him to her before giving him a big hug. Still tired and fatigued the best Steve could do was smile and hug her back. "Where's Chris?" she inquiringly asked bringing a slight blush of colour to her cheeks. "All I know is Chris got called back to 'recon' some area," replied Steve in his matter of fact voice; Sarah knowing not to say anything more, just scoured, took hold of his hand and walked with him towards baggage reclaim. Standing there with his daughter beside him, waiting for his luggage; he felt he was standing alongside his long departed wife. An almost overpowering urge was telling him to take this younger Emma into his arms and plead for her to come back; oh! How he missed her. In resisting the urge a slight tremor ran through his body, whilst a tear trickled down his cheek. "What's wrong, Daddy?" asked Sarah, reaching for and wiping the tear off his cheek. Unable to stop himself, he grasped her hand and gently kissed her soft fingertips. "You look so much like your mother," he murmured as she looked back at him with a confused look on her face. With the arrival of his luggage they shared one final embrace before Steve turned and entered the reception building for his three days of hell. With tears in her eyes, Sarah watched and waved for as long as she could before making her way back to the car and home. ~~~~~ Being a hot humid night Sarah had thrown off all the bedclothes; now late in the morning she just lay totally naked on the bed, her faithful toy beginning to work wonders on her clit, whilst her fingers gently plucked and teased her hardened nipples. Her breathing was just quickening, when through the open window she heard the crunch of tyres on the driveway. "Who the fuck can that be!" growled Sarah as she raced around looking for something to put on; for this being an extremely hot summer and with the whole house to herself, she hardly bothered with clothing, perhaps the occasional pair of panties or thong to 'help keep the toys' in but very little else. Finding only a pair of skimpy shorts and a cropped 'T-shirt' handy, Sarah quickly slipped into these before making her way to the front of the house. Ding Dong, Diiiiiing Dooong went the bell. "Alright...Alright! I'm coming as quick as I can" yelled Sarah as the door bell was being rung relentlessly. Rushing towards the stairs she heard the slamming of the heavy front door followed by a "Hello, Sarah, is anybody there." "Daddy...Daddy! Your home!" cried Sarah as she rushed across the hallway to meet her father. Dropped his kit onto the floor, her father quickly braced himself for the impact. They hugged and kissed each other like two long lost lovers, each trying to get the better of the other, their actions finally slowed until they just stood there: Now apart Steve couldn't stop himself from looking at his daughter, at her long, shapely legs, the way her clothes clung to her body leaving very little to the imagination; Steve was traumatised by the vision before him. "Coo-eee I'm here" said Sarah gently in an effort to break the silence. "Okay, Sorry!" Steve mumbled, but his mind was still elsewhere. I may be her father, he told himself, but I'm also a man, too. Looking around, he tried to control the stirring in his loins, but nothing seemed to help as her gorgeous figure kept drawing his eyes back to her. Before long, his interest in her was very evident and pushing its way slowly up the front of his trousers. No, he muttered to himself. How can you let yourself get aroused by your own daughter? I know you've been away from civilization fighting that bloody war. Suddenly his mind took a tangent; but hold on; what about all those pictures and love letters he received via Chris and the crotch of her shorts, did they seem a trifle damp? Hoping his daughter would not see his actions, Steve quickly adjusted the front of his trousers whilst reaching down to gather his kit before making his way upstairs to his bedroom room; Sarah quickly scampered upstairs yelling something about freshening up and possibly changing into something a little more comfortable. Steve now in great need of a piss immediately dropped his kit on the bed and rushed towards his en-suite bathroom. Snatching at the handle, he flung the door open and charged inside. Suddenly, his eyes sprang wide open and with mouth a gapped he was transfixed by the beautiful body that stood before him. "Daddy...Dad!" he heard her cry. "Sorry...Sorry!" he stuttered, staring down at the beautiful ass before him. "Daddy," she pleaded, spinning on her bare foot, turning rapidly to face him. "Oh Sarah, I am sorry," he murmured, his eyes now sweeping over her hairless pussy, on pass the narrow waist and up to the beautiful pair of breasts that stood before him. She gave him a smile, but made little effort to hide herself as he stumbled back out of the bathroom, slamming the door closed behind him. After a few seconds Steve began thinking "What the hell is she doing in my bathroom," with that Steve reached for and knocked on the door. "Sarah...Sarah, what the hell are you doing in my bathroom? Yours is down the hall." Not hearing a reply, Steve rushed down to the other bathroom, quickly stepped inside then closed the door behind him as he struggled to release his fully erect cock; stood now in front of the toilet he aimed his cock downwards looking for relief but the fullness of his erection prevented the flow of water. Standing in agony, he willed his cock to co-operate but nothing was forthcoming. In final desperation he aimed his cock into the shower, where there, he finally found the relief he desired for he pissed for what seemed like hours before his painful bladder was drained of its contents. In washing down his spoil, Steve decided to completely strip off and dived under the shower. There under its tepid water, Steve resisted the urge to 'jack off' and completed his impromptu shower. Realising he was hungry; he made his way down to the kitchen, not knowing what to say to when he met Sarah again. Entering the kitchen, he found her sat at the table, eating a sandwich. "Sarah, I am sorry, but what the hell were you doing in my bathroom?" Steve blurted out before noticing that his daughter still wore the same provocative clothing. "Just forget it, Daddy," replied Sarah, seeing that Steve was just about to re-ask the question, Sarah went on to say:- "I though that by moving into mummy's room it would be easier for us or have you forgotten what happened during your last home coming; I thought in my letters I expressed how I loved both of you; also I was just surprised; after all, I've been alone in this house for the past seven months." "You're right, I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose, and I just want you to know that." he stammered, for now Sarah's apparel was having a profane effect on his body. "It's okay...really," she said, shoving another bite into her mouth. "Just so you know," he said, shuffling over to the fridge. "Anyway...what did you think?" she asked him with a mischievous glint in her eye as she slowly waved her sandwich. "Think? Think about what?" he asked her, opening the fridge and hoping its coolness would dampen his ardour. "My body! Did you think it pretty?" she grinned. Steve groaned his face reddened as his cock still developed a distinct mind of its own. "Oh, come on, Daddy. Doesn't be a prude," she tittered. "Tell me what you thought." He was shocked by her casual attitude about their encounter. He didn't know what to do as he stood there staring open-mouthed at her. His loins telling him one thing whilst his upbringing telling him another. "Is my body as pretty as mummy's was?" she asked him, nonchalantly dropping her sandwich onto the plate. Where all this was leading too, he asked himself. Baffled by it all, he just stood staring at her in shocked silence. "Well?" she grinned up at him casually chewing on what ever was in her mouth. "Yes...prettier," he finally choked out. "But...but I can't believe we're having this conversation; you're my daughter for Christ sake! I'm not supposed to." "Not supposed to what, Daddy?" she replied provokingly. "What? What did you say?" he sputtered, staring at her in disbelief and shock. Who was this girl, he asked himself? Where' my innocent Sarah? Who he hadn't seen in seven months; do such stretches of absence lead to changes such as this. Then he realized that they were both adults. Even though he was forty-five, she only twenty, whatever happened between them would be between consenting adults, wouldn't it? "Would you like to see them again?" she smiled, pressing her hands to her 'T-shirt' then with a downward motion stretched the material taut over her tits. "Yes...Yes, anything to keep you quiet" he grunted, staring down at her breasts as they surfaced under her 'T-shirt'. From the way her fully erect nipples were trying to pierce the material it was obvious that there was nothing restraining their movement. "Oh fuck" muttered Steve, as he realised his daughter was bra less; suddenly he felt a dampness in his pants as the first pearl of precum oozed from his cock. "Oh! For fuck sake lighten up Daddy, they're tits, tits you once adored" she scoured, then putting the remains of her sandwich down, reach for and started raising the hem of her 'T-shirt'. "Sarah..." he choked out, watching her slowly raise the 'T-shirt' exposing her beautiful breasts. "Well...Do you still think they're prettier than mummy's?" she angrily enquired. Staring down at the beautiful treasures before him, he studied them with a deep reverence. They were certainly the most exquisitely shaped breasts he had ever seen petite, light, perfectly rounded, as they jutted out at him in all their glory. Still holding up the 'T-shirt' and with a mischievous smile she gently asked him," Well?" "Yes...yes...the prettiest I've ever seen," he groaned as he felt another pearl of precum dribble into his pants. "Would you like to touch them, hold them, play with them?" she provocatively asked, thrusting them out at him. "Sarah...what are you doing? Why are you doing this? Why are you taunting me like this? You know that we can't...can't do this! It's wrong!" Then to his astonishment, she completely removed the 'T-shirt', and threw it onto the floor. "Sarah...Sarah," he groaned, "How could I live with myself if I did this?" "How...how can something between consenting adults be wrong?" she asked him. "Because I'm your father for Christ sake," he wept, "How can we..." "Pretend, then...pretend that I'm mummy, Pretend it was like last time" she shouted. "Why me?" he asked her, trying to stop his pounding heart from bursting from his chest. "How can you feel this way toward me...me, your father of all people." "I don't know," she cried out. "Why does the Sun shine? Why is the sky, blue? Why did Mummy have to die? Why are you and I all alone? Why do I want to hold you and comfort you? Why do I want to fill the void in your life? I don't know why! There are no answers to any of those questions. That's just the way it is...I love you." "God!" he groaned, loosing all control as he stumbled towards her. Fearing that a bolt of lightening would flash down from the sky the moment his fingers touched her tantalising breasts, he stopped in front of her. Reaching down to them with quivering fingers, he delicately cupped the globes of flesh, cradling them gently in his palms as he fingered the nipples that stuck out of their tapered, brownish cones topping her breasts. Watching him, she stared down at his caressing hands. "So delicate," he mumbled, rubbing his thumbs back and forth across the hardening buds sticking out at him. "You know...Daddy," she said, looking up at him and running the tip of her tongue over her lips, "You and Chris practically raped me on your last visit!" "Yes, I do remember, and I've regretted ever since" he mumbled, delicately teasing her nipples with his thumbs as she looked up at him, a coy smile playing at the corners of her delicate lips. "Do you want to this time?" Sarah asked, lifting her hand up to the obvious swell jutting out against the front of his trousers. "Pardon," he grunted numbly as her fingers brushed across the bulge. "I said do you want to rape me this time?" she enquired softly. "Why are we talking like this, I don't want to rape you. That was an accident, something done in the heat of the moment," he stuttered, slowly releasing her breasts and taking a step backwards. "Well, I want you to fuck me like last time; I want to be your lover, just like mummy was." with that Sarah step closer, unzipped his trousers and parted his fly. "Oh, God," groaned Steve, hoping he wouldn't faint the moment her fingers touched his throbbing cock. "It looks so big, sticking out like that," she murmured, reaching to it and rubbing it through his damp pants. Then Steve felt himself growing light-headed and realised that he wasn't breathing as she slowly released his trouser belt. Spreading his trousers open, she stared at the big bulge pushing out against the army issue pants. Looking down, he watched her ease her fingers down under the waistband of his pants. Then, with a teasing giggle she jerked them down his muscular legs, freeing his rampant cock. "You're bald!" she gasped, ignoring the pearl of precum forming on its tip; Still astonished, Sarah continued to stare down at the bronzed eight-inch cock jutting up out of his groin with its purple coloured tip pointing straight towards her face. "Yes, We had a bad case of lice a few weeks ago and I've kept it like this ever since" he replied, looking down at her as she continued to stared at it. "Do you shave it yourself or does Chris help?" she inquisitively asked, her fingers slowly taking in the smoothness of his genital region. "You cheeky monkey; you know that we're probably going to be struck dead for what we're doing," he grunted as her fingertips brushed against his naked cock, making it twitch and jump. "It's so...hot and hard, yet smooth to touch," she murmured, running her delicate fingers along it. "This is all wrong, letting you touch me" he groaned as her hand curled slowly around and drew back his foreskin, causing Steve to flitch as it past over his glans. "I'm going to do more than just touch you, I've waited a long time for this" she said, easing herself down onto her knees in front of him. His cock twitched and jumped with anticipation as he watched Sarah's mouth get closer and closer to her goal, precum now oozed continuously from the end of his cock, the absence of movement causing each pearl to be suspended by a minute thread before falling to the floor. Sarah leaned closer, flicked out her tongue and caught one of these pearls before licking the top of her father's cock with the tip of her tongue. Savouring these pearls of precum; she then continued to lick the oozing precum from Steve's cock, round and round she went, stopping occasionally to prise open his piss hole and seek more. At last, she pursed her lips. Tilting her head down farther, she pressed her lips down around the rounded tip of his cock, easing her full lips down until they were encircling its flared edge. With only the head of his cock between her lips, she began to suck and run her tongue up and down over it as more precum oozed out of it. Unable to control himself, Steve gently thrust his hips forward, trying to bury more of his cock inside his daughter's hot mouth. But, she denied him, keeping her lips locked down around the glans of his aching cock. Leaning back, she released her lips from his cock. Smiling, she cupped his smooth dangling balls and gave them a gentle squeeze. "My, these are heavy, been missing someone have we?" she provocatively asked. "You're going to give me a fucking heart attack," Steve gasped, thrusting his cock forward up against her lips. With perverse anticipation, he watched her open her lips this time, easing them down over the bulging head of his cock and onto its smooth, thick, blue-veined shaft. "Oh...fuck!" he groaned out as her hot lips closed tightly around his twitching shaft. He then felt the suction as she began to pull at his cock with her delicate lips. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked on him. Lifting his heavy, dangling balls in the palm of her minute hand, she juggled on them as if she was urging him to empty their contents into her mouth. She began to hum as Steve slowly began to fuck his daughter's mouth. "Fucking Hell!" he muttered as the gentle vibrations stimulated his cock. He swore again as he felt a finger slide along his perineum then began prodding at his anus. Still groaning he reached down, gently grasped her head between his hands and held it still. Working his hips back and forth, he eased his cock in and out of her sucking mouth. Below her chin, he could see her delicate gold locket, a present from her long departed mother, sway gently in rhythm with the fucking her mouth was receiving. Soon he felt her fingers on the cheeks of his ass, grasping him; she gently pushed and pulled on him, guiding his big cock in and out of her mouth with determined slowness. Her lips, a delicate pink, bellowed in and out as he pistoned his cock back and forth whilst his dangling balls gently slapped up against her chin. His heart was pounding; every sinew in his body was tightening. It wouldn't be long now, he dizzily thought, feeling the rasp of her tongue along the underside of his cock. Daddy's Next Home Coming Because of his advanced age, Steve could usually control his emotions and hold back his ejaculation until the moment he wanted to release it. But this was not the case now. Just the thought of his beautiful daughter sucking on his cock had already primed him. He was like a grenade primed to go off and now he was quickly rushing towards that moment; that glorious moment when his whole body would of erupt. "Gonna come...gonna come..." Steve panted, working his hips back and forth faster as she sucked on him harder, the force of the suction keeping her mouth trapped around his cock. "Fuckkk," he cried as he felt his balls explode, followed by a powerful, pulsing twitch as a gigantic surge of hot, creamy cum spurted into her mouth. Easing his cock deeper into her sucking mouth, he felt another jolt as a second surge of thick cum spurted forth into her mouth. Looking down he saw her swallow the surges of cum down easily, this gave him a perverse thrill. Sarah had accepted her father's gifts freely and willingly as his balls continued to squirt gush after gush of thick, creamy semen into her mouth. Finally, his cock stopped pulsating and began to shrivel inside her cum-filled mouth. Finished swallowing, she looked up into his eyes and let his cock slowly slither out of her mouth, leaving a trail of his gooey semen glistening wetly on her soft, delicate lips. Then he saw the bulge of her tongue poke out against her cheeks as she ran her tongue around the inside of her mouth. "Good God, Sarah, where the hell did you learn all that?" he panted, releasing his hold on her head and trying to catch his breath. "I hoped you'll like it," said Sarah, running her tongue over her lips, licking away the trail of cum. "God, yes...Sarah," he groaned, trying to get his mind to work properly again. "Ok..." she said, reaching down and slowly untying his shoes. "Wow! I never knew," he breathlessly muttered as she lifted each leg and slipped his shoes and socks off. He watched her slowly stand, her beautiful breasts coming into view as he stepped out of his crumpled clothing. Kissing him gently Sarah murmured "Come on, let's go up to my bedroom," and headed towards the stairs. "I can't believe you did that," he told her, watching her ass wiggle inside her shorts as they climbed each step. Like a lost sheep, he bumbled along behind her, towards the incestuous coupling they were about to commit to. Unbuttoning his shirt as he tagged along, he knew that he should stop it there and then, but she had taken him in such an intimate way, that there was no going back. As they stepped into what was now Sarah's bedroom, she ran over to her bed and jumped onto it. Standing there, she slid her fingers under the waistband of her shorts and began to tease them down. Steve watched on in feverish anticipation. As she mockingly pushed them down, her hairless, almost prepubescent pussy came into view. He had never seen a pussy so vulnerable, so fragile, and so delicate. He wanted to touch its softness, but he was almost afraid to. Afraid he would damage the precious treasure. "No hair," he whimpered, whilst looking at the naked beauty before him. "No...I've learnt a lot since our last time together" she replied. Freed of any friction her shorts fell into the bed, where using a foot Sarah quickly flicked them aside. Now totally naked Sarah lay on the bed, her legs overhanging its edge with her dainty toe's just touching the floor. "Remember this Daddy," she murmured, running her fingers over her tits, before slowly melting down onto her back. Leaning down over her, he let his lips brush over her hard, jutting nipples. Then he began to tease them first with gentle licks then sucks and finally nibbles. "Oh, daddy, oh, it feels so good, its been such a long time" she murmured, as she writhed beneath him whilst reaching up and running her long fingers through his greying hair. How, could this beautiful creature be attracted to me, he wondered. To his eyes she was a goddess and he, a battled scarred forty-five year old. But the most disconcerting thing was the fact he was her father. Reaching down, he ever so gently spread her shapely legs apart. As he did, her soft, pink pussy, displayed its fragile nature to him. Then returning his lips to her nipples Steve teased them for a moment before slowly kissing his way down off her breasts, onto her flat belly until her juicy pussy was within reach of his mouth. Once there he dropped to his knees then with his head between her legs, he studied the delicate treasure that was spread out before him, all glistering and awaiting his attention. "Oh, what a beauty," he murmured as he lowered his lips down onto her pussy. Using his tongue, he savoured the tart sweetness of her juices before slowly licking his tongue up the honey-filled valley between the soft folds of flesh bordering it. "Oh fuck," murmured Sarah softly, for now having found her clit, it was her turn to swear as she gently pressed her father's mouth down onto her pussy. Easing his hands under her thighs, he gently lifted her legs up until her heels were resting on his shoulders, exposing her pussy and making it more vulnerable to his attacking tongue. "My clit, daddy, my clit," she groaned. "Alright," he hissed as he found its little knob poking out of its fleshy hood, quickly he sucked it between his lips before he flicked his tongue across it. "Oh God!" he heard her muffled cry as he flicked his tongue across the exposed bundle of raw nerves again and again. She swore again as Steve returned the favour of sliding a finger along her perineum and began to prod her anus. A subtle fragrance of soap still lingered on her freshly washed skin as it intermingled with the heady scent of her aroused womanhood. His nostrils were filled with the perfume of her excited anticipation. Soft mews escaped from her open lips, expressing her consent to him as he tenderly lapped and nibbled at her swollen clit whilst gently fingering her anus. Pressing down harder on his head, she forced his lips hard against her pussy and gently rubbed it against him. He felt the hot, smooth skin of her thighs slowly closing against his cheeks as she began to squeeze her legs together, imprisoning his head between them. Her legs were quivering as she strained for her climax, but he didn't change the pace of his invading tongue nor finger. Slowly he continued with his intimate assault on her body; the flick of his tongue across the hardened knob of her clit, the partial invasion of her rectum. He could feel her slipping closer and closer to the edge. Then all at once, she gave out a long, piercing scream, her back arched thrusting her pussy hard up against his mouth. Her whole body began to quiver and shake and he could feel the tension in her thighs as she squeezed them against him. While the fiery waves of her orgasm raged through her body, her hot juices poured out of her spasming pussy. It spewed out in hot gushes, coating his face with warm honey as she came and came. With his head trapped firmly between her thighs all Steve could do was drink the nectar until with a last agonising gasp, she slowly began to relax. Her hands lifted from his head and dropped to the bed beside her as her back straightened and her body melted back down onto the bed. Her breasts heaved up and down as she breathed heavily, trying to catch her breath. "Oh, daddy," she grasped, "that was wonderful, just how I remembered it." The excitement and satisfaction of making his daughter come had a profound effect upon Steve; for now his cock was glass hard, its veins standing out like sinews. He couldn't remember the last time he had become this hard so quickly after an orgasm. But then again, he didn't recall the last time he had eaten his daughter's sweet pussy. Still on his knees, he watched as Sarah, using her hands and heels scampered further onto the bed, she quickly lay with her head resting on the pillows. Like an eager boy on his first conquest, Steve struggled up to his feet and quickly crawled onto the bed after her. With head down, he burrowed between her legs until his mouth was able to reach her shrunken clit, pausing to give it a soft kiss, then working his way up over the smoothness of her clean-shaven pussy, he continued to shower soft, fleeting kisses as he made his way across her taut tummy to her navel. Stopping there briefly Steve dipped the tip of his tongue into the little depression before gently reaming it. Sarah responded by giving a little squeal then a gentle two-fisted pounding on Steve's back. Suitably punished or rewarded, he continued his journey upwards, still raining soft kisses on her smooth skin. Pausing at first one, then the other of her jutting nipples, he gave each a slow, lingering suck before kissing his way up her arched neck, over her chin and onto her pouting lips. There, as they longingly kissed with open lips, he felt her hot fingertips brush across his throbbing cock. Another rush of excitement washed over him as he felt her guide his cock towards her waiting cunt. Soon he felt the warm soft embrace of her waiting labia on the head of his cock as she arched her back to meet his desires. Easing his hips forward, he felt the slippery dampness between her legs slowly envelop the tapered head of his cock as he pushed into her. His cock slid easily between her delicate lips into the wet heat of her sex, burrowing on until all eight-inches of its length were deep inside her. "So big," she whispered, grinding her clit up against him. "Oh fuck" he murmured, as her strong pelvic muscles started to massage his cock. He felt her hard nipples press against his chest as he leaned down and kissed her on the lips. He couldn't believe the incredible tightness of her pussy as it caressed his cock. Slowly rocking his hips, he forced his cock in and out, between the softness of her labia. Breaking their passionate kiss, he watched her hands float up to her undulating breasts. Clutching them, she squeezed and clawed at them with her hands. Taking this as his cue, Steve at first began to gently nibble and suck at her nipples; whilst below, she continued to squeeze and clutch at his cock. With the knowledge that came with age, Steve gently fucked his daughter causing her to groan and squirm under him. Feeling her pelvic muscles relaxing, he watched as she slid a hand down between them. Finding the firm nub of her clit with her finger, she roughly rubbed it while he deliberately fucked her with deep, thrusting strokes. Occasionally such strokes would excite her 'g-spot causing Sarah to arch her back, thrusting her pussy harder against Steve's cock. Sarah's hands never still, now roamed over Steve's back, occasionally tugging his body hair urging him on. As Steve pumped with increasing urgency inside her tight pussy, she urged him on, "Come on Daddy, fuck me, fuck my pussy; make me cum on your big fat cock!" Fucking her faster and faster, Steve could feel his orgasm building in his balls. She could sense it too, his cock thickening inside her, Steve's thrusts becoming more urgent, Sarah's breathing became more rapid as she struggled to urge him on. Sarah breathing quickened further, for now Steve was pulling and tugging relentlessly at her nipples with his teeth. "Yes...YES!" she panted. "Fuck me...That's right fuck me!" Sensing Sarah's climax was imminent, Steve's hips began to work faster and faster, pacing their rhythm with that of her rushed breathing. Sarah began to meet his downward strokes with upward thrusts of her own. Faster and faster the strokes came, until at last, another explosion tore through his body. As the first surge welled up from his groin, Sarah gasped, thrusting herself up hard against Steve's pelvis, she gasped again when his cock hit her cervix. With his cock buried deep inside her cunt, Steve could feel his semen spurting out into his daughter's spasming pussy. With each hot powerful surge, Sarah cried out again and again, her whole body convulsing with delight. Clutching him tightly against her body, she moaned out her satisfaction as more and more of her father's thick cum spewed out into her pussy. Grinding herself up against him, she rode out their simultaneous orgasm, as Steve groaned and grunted atop her. Finally, utterly spent and exhausted from both the fucking and the emotional drain, Steve withdrew his cock and flopped down beside her. "Wow...You old guys sure know how to fuck. You know where to go and what to do once you get there," Whispered Sarah. "With such a beauty before me, what else could I do?" replied her father. "So, daddy, what now?" she coyly asked him, running her fingers over his hairy chest and toying with his nipples and wilted cock. Their lovemaking had rekindled a frightening emotion deep in his heart, for here was his daughter, but what he felt for her now was not the way fathers should feel for their daughters. She was no longer his daughter. From now on she was his lover. A lover he had to have forever. "What do you mean?" he asked, not understanding this new possessive feeling toward her. "What do we do now?" she repeated before leaning over and kissing him gently on the lips, her fingers still gently caressing his body. Sarah continued; "Surely I've spelt it out in my letters, I love you, I equally love Chris also. I want to be with the both of you. When you and Chris practically rape me last time, you changed me for ever. You both left me craving for sex, be it with you, be it with Chris or be it the three of us." "But!" Steve groaned. "I'm an old man. You're a beautiful young woman. A woman who could have any man she wanted. Why include me?" "I don't know...I don't care...I just know that I love both of you" she pleaded. Hearing this confession Steve was stunned, for what could he do? "Look" said Sarah, "I can see you don't want to discuss this now, how about I make us a pot of coffee and bring it back up?" with that she arose naked from the bed and made her way down to the kitchen. Sarah gently smiled as she felt her father's cum dribble slowly from her pussy, each step slowly increasing its flow. "Typical bloody men" muttered Sarah once she was out of earshot. Feeling Sarah's departure, Steve began to give her proposition some serious thought. Yes, she was so much like her mother and yes he had deep affection for her. However there was the other problem of Chris. Was it, is it possible for such relationships to live harmoniously under one roof. ~~~~~ As Sarah made her way into the bedroom, a gentle tinkling of china brought Steve back from his meanderings. Looking up, Steve was amazed at the beauty that was before him, for there, like Venus de Milo stood Sarah holding the tray not as an offering but looking for somewhere to place it. Steve quickly got up and rapidly cleared a space on the dressing table. "Milk and sugar!" snapped Sarah having poured the coffee. "Yes, that'll be fine," replied her father as he stole a chocolate biscuit from the tray. Still not bothering to dress, they gently placed their cups on the bedside cabinets and together climbed back onto the bed. Steve was the first to break. "I'm sorry...but all this has come as a shock to me. It was one thing reading about how much you loved me but what we have just done has completely blown my mind." Sarah could only repeat how she loved both him and Chris; she continued by telling how the finding of the book under his bed and what happened the last time they were together left her craving for sex. She then went on about how her craving for sex had driven her to buying more books, a few toys and a couple of videos. This revelation astounded Steve, did his carnal desires take away his daughters innocence or was it a natural progression for women to desire sex, now he'll never know. "Where do you keep your toys," asked her father; now developing an interest into Sarah's 'sex education'. "In the cabinet by you" replied Sarah casually. "Oh!" said Steve once he had found the drawer containing her 'toys'. For there laid before him on top of several risqué magazines was Sarah favourite tool and a couple which Steve recognised immediately. Pulling out the toy he did not recognise he asked having coughed briefly how often she used this one, then almost whispering, "And the butt plug?" By now Steve was fascinated by this toy, why all the buttons, what did it do; butt plugs and dildo's he understood but this was something new. Pressing each button in turn he watched its action. When he went to asked Sarah what this particular one was for; Sarah's only answer was:- "Oh, come on, daddy. Don't be a prude," she tittered. "I'm sure you know how their used." He was shocked at her casual attitude. He didn't know what to do as he lay there staring open-mouthed. However shocked or not this display was having a profound effect upon Steve; for now his cock was rapidly hardening and he could feel the first signs of precum welling up from his scrotum. Sarah expecting some kind of reaction glanced down at her father's cock, "Why daddy I do believe you're getting excited," she whispered as a pearl of precum emerge from his stirring cock. With that Steve took a proper hold on the 'Rabbit', moistened its head with his tongue then slowly inserted into her pussy. Making herself comfortable on the bed Sarah willingly accepted his gift and with a wicked smile asked Steve to start it off nice and slow with only its ears rubbing her clit, for several minutes Steve tantalised and teased her clit before she asked him to press another switch and get it rotating inside her, again this went on for a few minutes before Sarah asked him again to press a different switch so it moved gently up and down inside her. Still holding the 'rabbit' Steve was finding it difficult to keep up with Sarah as she bucked harder and harder against his wrist; uncontrollably she bite her lip; groaning and panting like a possessed woman, she seemed to be losing all control. Finally she arched her back, raised her pert ass off the bed and fucked this rotating vibrating artificial dick like nothing else before, YES YES, FUCK ME!...FUCK ME! She shouted; her breasts taut with the exertion, her nipples standing out like coconut cones; for there were no other words to describe them. FUCK ME HARDER! Sarah cried out again and again. When the first fiery waves of her orgasm raged through her body, her hot juices poured out of her spasming pussy. It spewed out in hot gushes, coating Steve's wrist with warm honey as she came and came, her whole body convulsing with delight. Clutching his wrist tightly, she cried out her satisfaction as more and more waves of delight swept over her until it became too painful to continue; then and only then did she plead with Steve to take it out. "That was some performance," Steve muttered as he switched it off, sucked its end and placed it aside. "Yes it was a bit selfish of me wasn't it," panted Sarah as waves of delight still ebbed through her body. With his cock glass hard and his balls crying out for relief, Steve was now in a quandary; for what does he do now. Weighing up the situation as Sarah lay panting on the bed, Steve began to gently tease and suck at her nipples, sensing no rejection he then started to play with her pussy, his fingertips slowly dipping into the sticky insides of his daughter's cunt before coming back to tease her sensitised clit. Having done this a couple of times, he moved slightly so he could see his fingers move in and out of her saturated hole. Now whilst Steve enjoyed all the other pleasures that a body had to offer; he was basically an ass man, be it male or female, that was his real turn-on; and with this in mind he slowly he slid his moistened fingers over Sarah's perineum before making contact with her anus. Still weak from her orgasm but sensing her father's desires, Sarah rolled over onto her stomach. Daddy's Next Home Coming Having slid some pillows gently under Sarah's stomach, Steve spread her ass cheeks, leaned in and licked her star shaped anus. The musky scent of Sarah's pussy juice along with that of her ass filled his nostrils with euphoria. Feeling her father's moist tongue on her ass sent a shiver through Sarah's body. She reached back and spread her ass cheeks wider to allow him better access, it was then she felt the tip of his tongue press against her anus. "Oh Fuck" She softly moaned "That feels so good." Steve coated his finger with spit then having re-wetted her anus; he slowly wriggled his saliva coated finger into her beckoning orifice. Surprisingly Steve found his daughter's anus very receptive to this invasion, causing him to smile as he began to finger fuck his daughter's ass, and then turning his attention to her pussy, he slid his thumb into her very wet pussy. Sarah moaned and groaned in pleasure, as her father gently finger fucked her. "Oh, daddy, oh, it feels so good; it's been such a long time" she murmured, as she writhed beneath him. Steve's cock throbbed painfully as he thought about his favourite sexual turn on. Emma his wife was always co-operative and willing to take his cock into her ass, until her untimely death. Since then Steve's bi-sexual tendencies helped take care of this need. Since that eventful day; Sarah with her experiments had made frequent use of the butt-plug now resting in her cabinet so she was no virgin in that sense. Steve however thought differently, for it was the thought of her virgin ass that now excited him. Arising quickly on the pretence of having a pee, but in fact getting some Aquaglide from his wash bag, Steve soon returned to the bedroom and positioned himself between Sarah's legs, gently he fingered his daughter's cunt, watching her groan and moan as two then three fingers stretched her labia apart before he entered her. Once suitably aroused Steve removed his fingers and applied some gel to both his cock and Sarah's anus, making sure some worked its way well into her rectum. "Mmmmm that's cool" murmured Sarah as she felt the gel being applied. Now suitably lubricated, Steve raised her hips before pressed his cock against the star shaped opening of her anus, Sarah feeling its pressure gently pressed back. Assisted by the lubricant and the extra pressure Steve's cock soon pushed past her sphincter and into her rectum. "OHHHHH! Fuck" Sarah gasped as his cock made its slightly painful entrance. Steve pushed a bit more, sinking a couple of inches into her rectum as she panted breathlessly. Sweat beads broke out on her forehead as her breasts rose and fell in her struggle to catch her breath. Steve at first had gently eased his cock into her; but feeling less resistance than expected now sank his cock fully into her rectum. "Gently for fuck sake!" Sarah gasped as he filled her back passage with his cock. "Try and relax, It will be alright," whispered Steve trying to sooth her with his words as he kissed and massaged her back. Sarah, now in mild pain could feel every throb and twitch of her father's cock as it nestled in her ass and was just about to ask him to take it out when a wave of relief suddenly washed over her as she felt her muscles slowly relax. Steve on feeling her muscles relax gently began to softly and expertly move his hips, his cock sliding back and forth virtually freely in his daughter's ass. Steve slowly increased his speed. She was still tight but the lubricant and the relaxation of her muscles and body was making it easier for him to fuck her. Steve struggled to hold back his ejaculation for his one desire was to fill Sarah's twitching rectum with his hot cum. So as to be in harmony with Sarah, he slowly began to finger fuck her and tease her clit. "You Bastard, You Fucking Bastard!" cried Sarah as she started to convulse. Sarah's cry and motions triggered the eruption from his balls. Steve closed his eyes and moaned, his cum spewed in torrents out of his cock into Sarah's receptive rectum. The first wave hit Sarah hard, the hot cum seemed to scold her insides, she gasped and moaned continually as cum continued to fill her. Having sated his lust Steve pulled his cock out of Sarah's ass, moved back and watched as cum first flowed freely out then slowed with the closing of her ass. While entranced at the beauty of his daughter, as she lay before him, Steve noticed a slight shiver then 'goose bumps' appear on her skin; gently he covered her body with a duvet and left her sleeping before making his way to the bathroom to freshen up. It was here whilst looking into the mirror the realisation hit him; for he had cum three times that day; not in dribbles but in copious amounts and for a man of his age that was no mean feat. ~~~~~ It was early evening when Steve meandered slowly into his bedroom, casually dressed himself before going downstairs to the kitchen to make a fresh pot of coffee and await his daughter's arrival. There he sat and pondering over they're future; and what the hell was different about his bedroom. It must have been about 9pm when Sarah slowly stirred herself from her slumber, woolly-headed and aching from her exertions she slowly made her way downstairs, swinging the kitchen door open she suddenly sensed the presence of another person. "Oh fuck, what are you doing here, you scared the shit out of me" exclaimed Sarah as she stood there frozen to the spot, staring at her father. "Well that's a fine way to greet your father and besides that why aren't you dressed?" replied Steve curtly. "Ops, sorry daddy" pleaded Sarah as she slowly reached for the coffeepot hoping it was still warm. Sarah then started to rambled on; how with having the house all to herself and with the weather being so hot she rarely got dressed. She also expressed to her father how invigorating it was to walk around the gardens and orchard totally naked and so on. By now Steve who had listened intensively to Sarah mutterings, suddenly realised just how much of his daughter's upbringing he had missed being away from home so long. "Well I don't know about you, but I'm starving. Do you want to eat out or shall I order a takeaway," said Steve in a very gentle manner. "Can we eat in please, anything suits me" mumbled Sarah, still trying to come to terms with waking up and having a stranger in the house. "Ok young lady; whilst I'm ordering us a takeaway, you can go upstairs and put some clothes on. And I don't mean those skimpy ones you've just taken off. I've had enough titillation for today." Having washed down a reasonable Thai takeaway with a bottle or two of wine, they both retired into the lounge and began to plan their future. To be continued