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Cindy's Seduction
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Cindy's Seduction
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Cindy leaned over and made sure her new baby was safely snuggled
in the wind-up swing. The loose fitting blouse swung down and she
felt her milk-swollen breasts sway heavily down toward the baby.
From where her father was sitting, Cindy was sure he could see under
her blouse and know she wasn't wearing a bra. Well, let him look! A
few days earlier, he had called around to see how she was and had
mentioned his new camera and how beautiful she looked, before she
knew what she was doing, lo and behold, Cindy had found herself
posing topless for his camera. She'd always had kind of a crush on
her father, and hoped he would be a little bold with her, but he
hadn't even touched her, even though Cindy had made it clear by her
body language that she might welcome a caress or two. Three or four?
Cindy didn't know.... and now she'd NEVER know.
She was totally involved in making sure the baby was safe and
happy, hoping she would go to sleep in the swinging contraption.
Cindy could use the baby's sleep-time to clean the house. The
wind-up swing was a life-saver; Heather usually fell asleep in a
matter of minutes. Even now, her eyes were growing heavy and her
head lolled back, a sure sign she would shortly be asleep. With her
attention centered on the baby, Cindy was startled to realize her
father was standing right behind her, his hands clasping each side
of her bent-over waist. His hands moved up her body toward her
pendant, swaying breasts.
"No, Dad.... don't," Cindy murmured, not wanting to make a fuss
and wake the baby. She wanted to move away from his touch but there
was no place to which she could easily move. His hands reached her
milk-heavy breasts and cupped them, her turgid nipples resting
moistly in his palms. His touch felt good.... VERY good.... but
this would never do! Cindy was a brand-new mother and happily
married. Well, married, anyway. And he was her father! This sort of
thing just never HAPPENED! She managed to straighten up but the
hands on her breasts pulled her back so she leaned against him. Her
breasts filled his hands in a different but still rewarding way. His
fingers gently mauled her soft breasts and Cindy was surprised at
the thrill that coursed through her small body.
She leaned her head against his shoulder and whispered, "We
mustn't, Dad! The baby...."
"The baby's asleep." His hands shifted and his fingers memorized
the contours of each milk-heavy sac. Cindy's sharp intake of breath
lifted her nipples into his tugging, teasing grasp. She squirmed and
her body rubbed against his as he pleasured himself with her damp,
swollen flesh. He squeezed softly and Cindy felt his fingers grow
wet as some of her milk spurted onto them.
"God, if you only knew how often I've wanted to touch you like
this!" he breathed in her ear and his tongue tip followed his words,
exploring the shell-pink whorls of her ear, his teeth nibbling
gently on her earlobe. Cindy was only human . .... her body relaxed
slightly against him as her passion grew in this strange.... what
was it, a seduction? No, not her own father! He had touched her
lovingly countless times but never like THIS! He loved her dearly,
of that Cindy was certain, and his caresses felt nice... no, more
than nice! Her unconscious awareness of this allowed her not to
struggle, to relax and see where this all led.
"Take your blouse off, Cindy, honey." he murmured in her ear.
Cindy was conscious that milk was oozing from her nipples and she
didn't want it staining the sky-blue fabric of her blouse so she
didn't think his request at all strange. She lifted the blouse
waist and pulled the garment off over her head. It was not until she
leaned back against him and felt her bare flesh rubbing his warm
shirt that she fully realized she was topless and alone in the arms
of this man she now wondered if she really knew. He moved over
until they stood in front of the mirror in the cluttered living
room.
"Look, Cindy."
Cindy looked in the mirror and saw this nearly naked girl wrapped
in the arms of an older man. His hands fondled the girl's heavy
breasts and she half-closed her eyes as her breasts quivered and
trembled in his grip and milk oozed from her nipples. Cindy didn't
relate herself to the girl in the mirror even though it was her body
experiencing these lust-inciting caresses, it was another girl her
father was fondling, but she was feeling the pleasure. Cindy was
finding it harder and harder to breathe. She panted and squirmed in
his embrace. She gasped when he squeezed her breasts firmly and her
nipples sprayed fine jets of milk. Her father was milking her like a
breeding cow.
He moved in front of Cindy and she moaned with relief when his
hungry lips suckled her left nipple. Soon her breast was giving up
milk in a steady pulsating flow. Each eager suck on her nipple was
answered with a corresponding tightening of the muscles in Cindy's
recently birth-pained womb. She moved her hips restlessly as the
rhythmic pulsations in her belly and breast stirred her.
"Suck the other one, Dad. Leave enough for the baby in case she
wakes early," Cindy murmured. She no longer thought of her absent
husband. Not one guilty thought distracted her now that carnal
passions ruled her mind and body. She shifted and placed the other
nipple in his warm, wet, suctioning lips. The odor, sweet and
heavy, of her milk wafted upward, making the moment somehow more
intimate.
Cindy groaned and pulled his head closer, mashing her breasts
against his face. He sucked steadily on her right nipple, his
tongue pressing the nipple's underside, his lips pressing and
releasing her fevered flesh. Her milk was flowing freely now and
her pussy was in a turmoil from the incessant contractions in her
womb. Cindy knew her vaginal lips were moistening and opening .
.... the odor of her arousal mingled with the odor of her milk. And
if he smelled her....
He did . . . and his fingers unclasped the snap fastener of
her loose-fitting shorts. She heard the soft whirr of her zipper
and the shorts slid off her undulating hips. She was totally naked,
now. She seldom wore panties in the days following her baby's birth
and she hadn't worn them today. Her pudenda was still shorn....
shaved close for the delivery.... and her swollen labia were were
laid open like the split in a succulent peach and with not even fuzz
to cover them. Cindy had never felt so naked and defenseless in her
life but a part of her was proud that her body had borne a child and
still had the power to enthrall and enflame a man. Her body weaved
restlessly from side to side and her vulva rubbed over his hard
thigh. She tried to move away but his hands slid down over her
buttocks and drew her back to him.
His lips released her throbbing nipple and planted a fiery trail
of sucking, biting kisses down her front. She tried in vain to
twist away, her clenched fists pummelled his shoulders.... what was
her father going to do? Surely he wasn't going to kiss her
THERE.... to EAT her. Even her husband had done that only once and
never again. It made no difference if Cindy sucked his dick and
drank his cum.... he had eaten her pussy once and that was enough.
He resolutely refused to do it again even though Cindy had nearly
fainted from the strength and violence of her orgasm that one time.
While Cindy reminisced, her father's kisses climbed her mound of
Venus and his probing, questing tongue prodded her oily little clit
into instant erection. Thrill after thrill raced through her body
as he prodded and sucked, coaxing the febrile organ to shed its
covering hood and emerge to be loved and nurtured into throbbing,
spasming ecstasy.
After a very few minutes of this pleasurable torment, Cindy's
legs weakened and she sank to her knees on the hardwood floor in
spite of his efforts to hold her erect. His nuzzling, grunting
suctioning of her clit never ceased. Her father's hungry mouth
followed her all the way down until she lay awkwardly on the floor,
her legs bent painfully under her quivering, lust-ridden body.
"Oh, Daddy, YESSSSS! I know it's wrong but don't stop! It's
never been so good. Ooooh, oooh, ooooh! What are you DOING to me?
Eeeeeee.... that TICKLES! God, yes.... do it again! Deeper! Oh,
shit.... oh, shit.... OH, SHIT! How can you DO that?! Aaaiiiieeeeee,
Daddy, stick your finger in me again. Deeper.... faster.... .
harder and harder .... more, more, Daddy... MORE!"
Cindy jerked and quivered through several orgasms, her pussy
yielding nearly as much liquid as her bountiful breasts had given
milk. It all ended in his stomach, swallowed and forgotten in an
unending search for more. Cindy pulled his head tight against her
pulsing pussy and let her father's sucking mouth drain her dry.
Eventually, Cindy lay exhausted and satiated on the hard floor.
Her father lay beside her, gently stroking her belly and breasts,
teasing her nipples, toying with her clitoris. Cindy captured one of
his hands and kissed each finger.
"Ohhh, Daddy!! That was .... that was.... ooooo, gosh! What
brought all THAT on? I've NEVER been loved like that before, not
even on my honeymoon." She grinned, "Not even BEFORE my honeymoon!
And certainly not since."
"You can't be serious. You deserve to be loved any way you want
ten times a day, baby... fifteen on weekends!" Cindy trembled at
the thought. Her father's fingers playing over her compliant flesh
weren't making it any easier for her to descend from her plateau of
pleasure. As if by accident, her hand trailed over his trousers....
the mass her fingers detected was large .... but where was the
HARDNESS she expected to find there? So softly and gently that she
was sure he couldn't detect it, Cindy opened his zipper and slipped
her fingers inside his trousers. Nothing .... nada.... zilch! Lots
of cock but none of it hard!
"Is there something wrong, Dad? Are you sick or something? I
thought you'd be hard as steel by now! I know I've just had a baby
and everything, but don't you find me attractive... or is it that
I'm your daughter... do you think I'm undesirable.... is THAT it?"
He turned red and stammered, "Honey, you know it's nothing like
that. It's just the way it is. I've learned to accept it so why
should it bother you?"
It was all so unexpected that Cindy's answer surprised her as
much as or more than anyone, "Because I WANTED it, that's why!"
There was a moment of stunned silence and then they both broke
out with laughter. When all the laughter had died down, Cindy
muttered, "Well.... I DID!"
"I'm sorry, baby. I really am. I mean, I really AM! LOOK at you
.... geez! Would I pass up a chance to fuck a gorgeous piece of ass
like you unless I really HAD to? I'm not just making this all up,
you know."
"Yeah, I know, Daddy. But I really WANT you. It's not just this
minute.... not just the hots. I've wondered what it would be like
to have you love me for years and years. I had a crush on you when
I was twelve years old! I even thought about you on my
honeymoon.... wondered what you would feel like inside me even
while my husband was screwing me, for Christ's Sake! And now you
tell me I'll never know. Jeez."
"Now you're making ME sad. I never dreamed you felt that way.
Hey, if I'd known you felt that way when you were twelve, we could
have got it on. I could DO it then. But then again, if your mother
had found out, I could have gone to jail for the rest of my life!"
They laughed again, together. He had always been able to make
Cindy laugh, even when she was 'way down in the dumps. Cindy asked,
"You won't mind if I play with this useless ol' thing while you're
here, will you, Dad?"
"Hey, be my guest. If you get it hard, you can HAVE it."
They laughed and talked, this odd couple. The middle-aged man
and his lovely little daughter, naked as her newborn baby, lay on
the hard floor and reminisced while she handled his limp dong. They
talked without a break for nearly half an hour before Cindy noticed
she had more than she could handle, so to speak.
"I thought you said this thing was dead, Daddy. How about THIS?"
"Oh, it does that sometimes. Gets a little hard but it fades
away before it does anything."
"How long has it been since you made love, anyway?"
"Since your mother died."
"You haven't had any in nearly ten years??"
"You've got it, kiddo."
"Well, how the hell can you be sure it's broke if you won't TRY
it? If I get it hard and if I get it in, WILL you try, Daddy....
for MY sake?"
"Lord yes, baby!"
Cindy rolled over and kissed him. Here and there. Maybe a little
longer and harder there. Anyway, something happened and Cindy was
about to break in what amounted, in her mind, to a fifty-year-old
virgin. Doing without for nearly ten years ought to qualify him for
SOMETHING, for crying out loud.
While they were rearranging their bodies, somewhere in the dim
recesses of Cindy's unconscious conscience she found time to wonder
at what she was doing. This wasn't LIKE her. She had never done
anything even remotely like this in her life. Sure, she had screwed
around, starting when she was thirteen and her sexual exploits with
her husband and his predecessors had been steamy.... could have
gotten her banned in Boston.... but she had never fucked two guys
when she was going with one of them. Here she was, mad to fuck her
own father... she was also MARRIED, for Christ's Sake. And a
MOTHER. With her baby in the same room!
She grinned and muttered, "That's life."
Cindy climbed on top and admired her handiwork. Six or seven
inches and she had done it all herself! She moved until the little
treasure nestled in the depiliated valley of her sex. Her fingers
attempted to wrap the wet lips of her labia around it and failed
miserably.... not that anyone complained. Kneeling forward, her
breasts swung within reach of her father's mouth and things
threatened to get out of hand for a mad moment. More urgent lust
prevailed, however, and soon Cindy was able to feel his hot head
separating the lips of her swollen, leaking sex. She sat up very
straight and slowly lowered her body.
As good as it felt to Cindy when her father's stiff cock slid
slowly into her hot, wet, slippery slot, it felt ten times as good
to him. An expression of pure bliss spread over his ruggedly
handsome faatures and he grunted simultaneously with Cindy when his
formerly withered prick exactly filled his daughter's voracious
vagina.
He lay under her and watched as his baby girl, now a mother
herself, fucked his tool into her sweat-glistening little body.
`Motherhood sure hasn't hurt her,' he thought. `Look at the muscles
work in those smooth, strong thighs. Her breasts have never been
lovelier.... just watch them sway and bounce! And for someone who
just had a baby.... well, I MEAN! That's TIGHT!' He reached up and
let her breasts bounce on his palms until Cindy made him quit,
complaining it was distracting her.
It must have been a really strong sensation to distract Cindy
from what her pussy was feeling. In the first place, her father had
a really nice cock, even for a fifty-year-old. It was just the
right size for Cindy and she twisted her supple body around to
ensure its striking her pussy in all the right places. Cindy grinned
to herself, if her mother was alive, she'd be getting this, and
Cindy would have missed out. She loved mother, but was equally glad
right now that she wasn't around. Her pussy drooled a little extra
down onto his balls. Being on top meant you didn't have to lie in
the wet spot.
Whoops! He had reached down to where their bodies became one and
his fingers tormented her clit each time she lowered her pussy to
swallow his cock. Within minutes, Cindy felt the old familiar
tingle growing in her groin. She felt electrified and wondered that
her clit didn't shoot off sparks each time he twiddled it. Extra
honey spilled into her slot and oozed down his tool. She gasped and
jerked when her orgasm tore her emotions to shreds. She fell
forward, mashing her full breasts flat on his shirt. He hugged her
trembling, spasming body to his while she endured the little death
of her own making, her hot slot gripping and releasing his rod as
convulsions raced up and down her hungry hole.
She lay limply in his arms when it had passed. She smiled at
him, "Ohhhhh God, I needed that. Maybe I should say . .... I WANTED
that. You're a wonderful lover, Daddy. Was it good for you, too?"
"It was wonderful.... almost worth the long, long wait. But if
you mean did I come.... no, I didn't but I'm going to.... with your
permission. I'm going to have to be in control, though. Will that
bother you? There are just too many visual distractions when you're
doing it. Your breasts bobbling and jiggling around, the feel of
your perfect little butt bouncing against my thighs, your beautiful
face when it grimaces with passion.... it all takes my mind away
from how great your tight little cunt feels and I don't come."
Cindy's sex gave a little lurch at the news that it was going to
receive more fucking from her Daddy in the immediate future. His
tool soaking in her liquid depths answered with a twitch of its own.
"Eeeeeeeee, AGAIN? Yes, please! Oh, do you mean it?! I'd LOVE
it! Fuck me any way you want, Daddy... missionary style or dark and
dirty! Just DO it!"
Cindy had never talked this way.... not EVER! She had no
conception of what was making her act this way and she was totally
unable to stop her babbling. For the moment, though, she was
content with everything that was happening to her.
It occurs to me that you people out there reading this are
probably not familiar with Cindy and her appearance. It has been my
privilege and joy to view her totally nude, close-up and personal. I
wish I could include a picture of her so you could really appreciate
what her father was getting. Lucky bastard! I've never actually
fucked Cindy but I've held her in my arms and sucked those soft,
sensitive tits of hers while her pussy pumped its spendings around
my captive fingers. Should we have HAD sex, I probably wouldn't be
relating this story to you.... it would have killed me.
For hers is truly a killer body. For one thing, her posture is
impeccable; think of the cutest models you have ever seen (the small
or `pony' type), and Cindy looks twice as good. Erect, everything in
exactly the right proportions, no sway-back, her ass tucks in and is
barely big enough, breasts full and globular with no sag at all,
even after motherhood, sized like small grapefruit halves and
crowned with hot-pink 3/8" x 3/8" nipples. Her skin is firm and
flawless everywhere. Muscle tone is superb and her small sex is
unaggressive until she is aroused and then it swells and snaps at
everything; she has muscles in there that have to be experienced
before they can be believed. Gamin features, eyes so brown they look
black, face framed with blue-black hair, thick and glossy, medium
cut. This is a word-picture of our girl and it doesn't come within
a mile of doing her justice. So solly, no tickee, no washee. I'VE
seen her and held her and fingered and sucked her off... that's what
counts. Go find your own perfection and write about HER, sore
loser. Now, back to Cindy and her dad... the lucky old fucker.
He pulled his still-hard cock from her body. A strand of her
honey momentarily connected his cock with her pussy, then it
stretched and broke. He helped Cindy's spasm-weakened body to her
feet and led her over to the couch. Cindy lay along the broad back
of the couch at the end, her hands falling back fore and aft of the
cushions. The cushions parted her drooping legs and her shaved
pudenda glowed pinkly. Her breasts reached toward the ceiling. The
position reeked of sex and Cindy had never felt so WANTON. She
tightened the muscles in her buttocks, raising her sex for his use.
He stood between her spraddled thighs, his eyes drinking in her
lovely, undulating body. One hand stroked his cock and the other
palpated her swollen vulva, parting her labia. He laid the head of
his hard tool between her warm, wet lips and leaned forward. Cindy
groaned with pleasure while the big tube slid slowly into her steamy
slot, relentlessy spreading her lubricious flesh. When she was
totally filled, he stopped and looked at her prone body and down to
where they were joined. The scarlet gash above their joining
quivered and jerked and he could see the slight bulge in her belly
caused by his intrusion.
Cindy opened her eyes and saw him looking down on her. She
reached out with imploring arms and whispered, "Fuck me Daddy! Fuck
me hard! Make me come!"
"Maybe. Remember, this time is for ME. I want to fill that
belly of yours with my seed. I want to leave a little part of me
deep inside of you. I love you, Cindy." When he told her he loved
her, he could feel Cindy's pussy squeezing his buried cock.
He continued, "Not that I have any objections to your having an
orgasm or two along the way. I had actually forgotten how good it
felt to have a climaxing pussy squeezing my prick. Fantastic!"
He began the age-old rhythm, utilizing the entire length of his
prick. Slowly at first and then faster and faster when they both
realized the full potential of this new position. He half-held the
base of his pounding prick, using it as a guide so his thumbnail
scraped the surface of his daughter's clit at the conclusion of
every inward thrust. Within minutes, Cindy writhed and hunched,
moaned and squeezed her breasts. Her convulsing cunt flooded with
her spend and the sound of their intercourse changed markedly. It
sounded like a sump pump working in thin mud. He never altered his
pace, fucking her through her orgasm and into the next one. After
the second, he pulled his tool out of her dripping snatch and made
her stand, bending over the back of the couch.
With no preliminaries, her father plunged his hard prick to the
hilt in her swollen slot. He fucked her roughly, his groin pounding
her out-thrust buttocks. He didn't bother to stimulate her clit
from this position but the constant pound, pound, pound ground her
cuntmound against the nubby fabric of the couch and had her in a
constant and continuing climax. She tried to free herself but her
father grabbed a tit in each hand and held her until Cindy heard him
groan and she felt the hot spurts that told her his incestuous seed
was jetting deep within her tormented twat. His body ground her
ass, striving to shoot just one more stream of sticky sperm up her
pretty pussy.
"Oh, Daddy! That was so good," Cindy moaned. "and you thought
you couldn't do it! Lord, that was the best fuck I've had in a long
time."
Jusst then, the baby began to whimper, building up to a
full-fledged cry. Cindy squirmed away from the back of the couch
and ran around it to tend the baby. The messy mixture of her honey
and her father's sperm ran down the inside of her thighs as she
stood, spraddle-legged, letting the baby girl suckle at her breasts.
Her father came back from the bathroom with a warm, wet face cloth
and wiped clean her thighs and reddened pussy-mound.
"Thanks, Daddy" Cindy said, softly, "stick the cloth in me, if
you will. It'll hold the rest in me until Heather is finished with
my breasts. I can clean up properly then."
She paused and spread her legs while he did as she asked, "This
was all wonderful...."
He nodded his agreement.
"But it's incest, Daddy...."
"I know. But don't feel guilty, Cindy. It was all my own doing
.... you couldn't have stopped me." Cindy wondered where he had
been.... she had wanted it far more than HE had.
"No, we're both to blame. It was fantastic.... the best I'll
ever have but...."
He hung his head, "I know.... we must never do it again."
Cindy was relieved that he was taking it this way, "That's right,
we mustn't. Kiss me just once more and then leave, Daddy. We must
never EVER do this again."
But they did.... a lot!
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