extrem incest

“What is it?” Marsha Jensen asked her father, a look of seriousness crossing her lovely young face. “Did I do something wrong? Why did we come all the way up here for a talk?”
Mark glanced out at the lake through one of the cabin windows. The sun was just beginning to set, and it cast a golden, shimmering glow across the lake that was almost blinding. He lit a cigarette, ignoring his daughter’s question for the moment. At three o’clock that afternoon, wondering whether he ought to bring Julie up to the cabin for another session of wild lust, his decision came to him.

There was no substitute for what he really wanted. Glancing at his daughter’s lusciously budding tits, straining at her snug T-shirt, and then running his eyes down over her jeans, over her plump-curved ass, Mark knew he’d go crazy if he held off any longer.
Julie was a hot little piece, mad about him, but she still was his own luscious daughter. And nothing else but this fifteen-year-old angel would satisfy him. Hell, as long as he was taking risks, he might as well go all the way.
“Marsha,” he began sitting down on the sofa beside her and putting a fatherly arm around her shoulders, “I’ve heard some bad things about you. Terrible things.”
The adolescent’s face turned chalk-white. “What things, Dad? I haven’t done anything wrong, I swear it!”
Her firm little tits rose and fell nervously, and Mark felt an irresistible tingle in his cock and balls. Ever since he’d spanked her months before, feeling her silky hot ass quiver violently beneath his fingers, he knew he had to explore every inch of that satiny young body.
“I heard,” he said in a solemn voice, “that you were promiscuous. That you were giving yourself sexually to a great many boys at school.”
Tears stung the girl’s eyes. “That’s a lie!” she said heatedly. “Oh, Dad, that’s not true! I swear, I’ve never–I’ve never even had a boy. Honest!”
And her father suddenly knew it was true. The lie had simply been to find out if she was still a cherry. And now that he knew, his massive prick began to rise in his pants with furious power. It wasn’t just that Marsha was his own lovely fifteen-year-old daughter that fired his overpowering lust. She was the living embodiment of his own wife, Sheila, when she was fifteen. Irresistibly sexy and cute, with the lush promise of being a ripe-breasted, long-legged, stunning beauty when she grew up.
And Mark Jensen damn well wanted his daughter’s cherry before any clumsy boy got it.
“Then you’re still a virgin?” he said softly.
“Yes, of course, Dad. I wouldn’t lie to you.”
“Sit on my lap, honey,” he said in a hoarse voice. “It’s time we had a father-to-daughter talk. Something serious.”
Unhesitatingly, Marsha snuggled herself on her father’s lap. He wasn’t always this affectionate, but when the opportunity came, Marsha always grabbed it.
Mark wrapped his arms around her waist. His huge prick pounded so fiercely in his pants he knew she had to feel it, although she gave no sign. But, he remembered, she was still a cherry. For about another ten minutes, if he could help it.
He began by rubbing her belly gently, reaching beneath her T-shirt, his rod leaping at the feel of soft young flesh. No matter what the penalty might be, he had to suck and fuck every tawny inch of this luscious girl’s flesh. It was an obsession that had haunted him for years.
“The thing about having sex is this,” he whispered in her ear, inching his fingers closer to a hot young tit. “Some boy could get you in real trouble, Marsha, possibly get you pregnant. Or hurt you in some other way. Because boys are inexperienced, you see, baby?”
“I’ll be careful, honest, Dad. I know about things like that. Mom told me.”
“There’s a safe way to do every thing in this world,” he told her, his voice beginning to crack with obscene desire. The feel of her hot little ass gently squirming on his fleshy rod was beginning to shatter what was left of his control.
“I could fix it so some clumsy boy would never hurt you, Marsha. You trust your father, don’t you, honey?”
She craned her neck around to look him in the eyes, genuinely baffled. “Sure I trust you, Dad. But I don’t understand. What do you mean?”
“I mean,” he said softly, “that there is a certain accepted practice in some cultures that, well, that allow the father to take care of things like that. Like his daughter’s virginity. That way, you’re ready, you’re prepared for what’s coming in life. It’s perfectly normal in certain societies,” he added hastily, astounded at his own glib lies.
Marsha’s lovely young face gaped in awe. “I still don’t understand, Dad!”
He decided at that lust-maddened moment to show her what he meant exactly, rather than use any further persuasion.
Mark slipped his fingers up beneath his daughter’s T-shirt and grasped a burning small tit in each hand. He began massaging them gently, rolling his thumb and fingers around the nipples, his meat quivering with frenzied desire.
“Dad, don’t!” sobbed the dark-haired teenager. “Daddy, you’re–I’m–Oh! Golly, Daddy, you’re doing something wrong!”
But all the adolescent did was moan and, wriggle more hotly on his lap. To fifteen-year-old Marsha, what was happening was completely confusing and unlike her father. Yet, she didn’t dare deny her virgin pussy was beginning to seep hotly as her own father fondled and stroked her budding tits. And she was acutely aware of the fact that the giant throbbing bulge just beneath the crack of her young ass was an erection.
“It’s not wrong,” Mark said quickly, rubbing her tits lasciviously and pressing his hot prick up against her juicy little ass harder. “I know exactly what I’m doing, baby, and Daddy is doing it for your sake. You do exactly what I tell you, honey, and afterwards you’ll be happy. You do what I tell you!”
In that fatherly command lay magic words. Marsha had never disobeyed her father, both out of fear and love. And the luscious adolescent wasn’t about to now, even though she felt there was something terribly guilty about it.
“Daddy! You’re getting me hot!” the teenager sobbed. “Oh, Lord, Daddy, it’s–it’s wrong… Mmmmmmmm!”
Mark Jensen, at that moment of naked lust, was beyond any redemption or penalty. His gorgeous, hot-breasted young daughter was wriggling her succulent ass madly on his pounding prick, in spite of her protests. And now he slipped one hand down to her warm crotch, pressing and rubbing lasciviously. He could feel her juices begin to soak through. Marsha was nearly hysterical with both confusion and passion.
“Daddy! Why are you doing this? Ooooooo, Daddy, Oh I feel funny! Unnnnnngh!”
“For your own good, honey,” he told her hoarsely. “Wouldn’t you rather have your own father introduce you to sex than some idiotic boy? You know I love you, honey. You’re my own daughter. I know what’s best for you. Daddy knows.”
Quickly, Mark unzipped the fly of his daughter’s jeans. He slipped a hand inside her warm crotch. One finger pulled aside her panties, and he found her juicy, soaked young cunt already pulsing and waiting for him. Kissing her on the nape of the neck, one hand still fondling and squeezing her hot tit-mounds, he began fingerfucking his teenager daughter.
“DADDY! OH MY GOD, IT’S WRONG, WRONG! OOOOOOOH! DADDY, I’M SO HOT, SO WORKED UP, UMMMMMMM, OOF!”
He’d slipped one finger inside her hot cherry-cunt, and it was so hot and juicy he feared he might come in his pants. Damn, what a hot tight snatch! Undoubtedly Marsha was telling him the truth when she said she was a cherry. But now he wanted the wild sensations of his own daughter’s naked succulence on his lap before he fingerfucked her to her first orgasm.
“Let’s get undressed, baby,” he whispered hoarsely in her ear. “Come on, Daddy knows best.”
After fifteen years of total obedience, even her near hysterical confusion could not keep the lovely adolescent from complete obedience.
Panting feverishly, Marsha stood up and quickly stripped out of her clothes. Mark rose too, but his gaze never left his daughter’s lusciously curved little body as he stripped. Damn, she was beautiful, even more beautiful than her mother at fifteen.
Marsha hesitated, her cheeks flushed and her budding tits heaving. She gaped at his massive long prick.
“You won’t–you won’t hurt me with that, will you Daddy? It’s so big! And I’m a virgin!”
“Won’t hurt you,” Mark reassured in a voice hoarse with raw lust. “Come on back and sit on my lap.”
The girl obeyed, trembling wildly. Her father’s mammoth rod of flesh now hovered up between her tender thighs, its purple knob quivering with urgency. Now Mark began to gently fingerfuck his daughter, his blood pounding urgently at the gushing, sticky heat of her tiny cunt. His only fear was that he’d come, shoot his rocks right up into the air from the delicious satiny heat of her writhing ass on his lap. Meanwhile his other hand played with her softly-mounded hot tits. In less than a minute, Marsha was loudly sobbing and jerking her juicy cunt against his stroking finger in mad, fucking motions.
“OOOOOO, DADDY! OH, DAD, I’M SO HOT! I FEEL FUNNY! I FEEL GOOD, OH YES, DADDY, PLEASE FASTER, PLEASE! OOOOOO!”
He’d found her tiny clit-bud with his fingertip and worked on that for a while, until his entire hand was dripping with her cunt-juices. Even his wife, Sheila, or his next-door neighbor’s luscious young daughter, Julie, couldn’t compare to the succulent, satiny fire of his own beautiful daughter.
Now Mark pierced deeper, feeling the resistance of her cherry, a thin membrane. For one long moment Marsha cried out and quivered her silken nakedness furiously as he pierced it. Then her father plunged his middle finger in as deep as he could into her tight, silken cunt. Marsha began fucking his stroking finger to a frenzied rhythm, twining her ankles around his and clawing at his naked flanks with her fingernails.
She twisted her head around to kiss him passionately on the lips. She clutched his hand feverishly to her furiously heaving young tits, profound moans coming from her throat. Then his young daughter seized his quivering cock in one fist and began jerking on it with obscene fervor.
To Mark Jensen, upstanding citizen of Rockville, respected pillar of his community, this was one of the most depraved, joyous moments of his entire life. His own beautiful, innocent daughter was jerking him off while he was tenderly fingerfucking her. And she loved it, at least as much as he did.
Low animal moans were coming from Marsha’s throat as she fervently kissed him, and from the feel of her cunt-juices gushing profusely onto his fingers, Mark knew she was having her first orgasm. Christ, he couldn’t wait to fuck her in her beautiful hot ass! It writhed and wriggled on his bushy crotch like a live animal on fire, begging to be spanked and pierced and even kissed.
For one endless moment, the fifteen-year-old quivered deliriously on her father’s lap, and Mark knew she was coming furiously. His stroking finger dug deeper into her hot juicy slit, probing its sticky sweetness, wondering if he could actually get even half his colossal thick prick inside there.
“AAAAAGH!” Marsha cried out, tearing her lips from his. “EEEEE, DADDY, DADDY, IT’S–OOOOOO–WILD AND WONDERFUL! OH IT’S CRAZY! OH, DO IT TO ME NOW, NOW, NOW!”
She’d had her first blazing climax, but Mark wasn’t ready to fuck her yet. He wanted to eat her first, to give her the wildest possible thrills imaginable. In that way, even if she met some silly school kid she got a crush on, she’d know where the hottest thrills lay. She’d always come running back to her own father.
And he had to train her to give him a torrid blowjob, too. Because in his own house, Marsha’s bedroom was just next door to his. And night after night, he intended to slip in there and suck and fuck his own lovely daughter to his heart’s delight.
Mark gently pushed her off his lap. Her silken hot nakedness was shivering like a leaf. He felt an obscene thrill of pride that this lovely adolescent, lush with the promise of raw sex, was his own conception, his own gorgeous daughter.
“Sit on the sofa with your legs spread,” he told her.
Still gawking with reverence at the mammoth of her father’s quivering cock, Marsha obeyed. Mark knelt between his daughter’s spread thighs. For a few moments he teased her by tracing his tongue around her luscious little pink cunt, the most fetching, juicy and kissable thing he’d ever seen. Then he rammed his tongue deep into her honeyed slit, and the girl screamed loudly and shuddered with madness.
“DADDY, DADDY! I’M GOING–UNNNNNNNGH!–GOING CRAZY! OH DADDY I LOVE YOU, IT’S CRAZZZZZZY!”
And now Mark Jensen began eating his luscious young daughter’s delicious cunt with a dedication he’d never even shown his own wife. Jesus, she was delicious and fiery! Even Julie’s hot pussy couldn’t compare to Marsha’s gushing tight slit. She was cramming her boiling pussy into his face now with a fury of happiness, pounding his bare shoulders with her fists to vent her newly-aroused lust.
“DADDY DON’T STOP! NEVER STOP! OOOOOOOO, GOD IN HEAVEN I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, I LOVE MY DADDY! EEEEEEE!”
He tried holding her silky hot ass-cheeks tightly in his hands as he devoured her fragrant pussy, but so wild were Marsha’s movements, so lustfully furious were her hips, he could barely hang onto the satiny flesh. Cunt-juice seeped into his mouth in a small flood as she shuddered her slit in a frenzy into his eager mouth.
For ten minutes he let his own daughter come in waves of lust-inspired orgasms, purposely holding back his urgent desire to give her the fuck of her life.
“I CAN’T STOP COMING, DADDY!” Marsha had locked her damp sleek thighs so tightly to his face he felt as if he were suffocating. But her cries of lustful happiness more than made up for it. “OH, DADDY, DADDY, EAT EEEEEEE! GOD IT’S UNBELIEVABLE! I LOVE YOU, DADDY, LOVE YOUR HOT MOUTH! WOOOOOOOO! AAAAAAGH!”
By now, Mark could barely breathe from the burning sweet pussy-juice smeared over his mouth and face, and from her frenzied, jerking cunt. Still, he let her come again, fatherly love mingling in a strange blend of naked raw lust for his own beautiful daughter. He wanted to let her know how wonderful, how blissfully obscene it could be to be lovingly and lewdly sucked off.
Because in a moment it would be her turn.
At last he drew his lips and tongue away from her honeyed slit. She kept on jerking and twitching in violent spasms, her virgin glands unable to absorb the intense shattering thrills of being passionately fingerfucked and blown. Especially by her own father.
“Oh, Daddy,” Marsha sobbed, her plump little tits quivering, “I never dreamed sex could be like that! Please, please do it to me now? Please?”
But first, Mark decided, she had to reciprocate. It was better, he wanted to intone solemnly, to give than receive, but even that sounded ridiculous.
“Stand up for a minute, baby,” he ordered. When she did, he sprawled back on the sofa. His gigantic, bristling long prick hovered out with obscene impatience.
“Put your mouth on Daddy’s prick,” he commanded gently. “Just suck it off, sweetheart, like you would a lollipop. Slow and easy, all right, Marsha?”
Wildly aroused with her newly-discovered series of climaxes, the fifteen-year-old hurried to obey. She knelt between his spread, hairy legs and grasped his massive prick in both warm hands. Without warning, she clutched four inches of his pounding rod in her mouth and began to suck on the meat feverishly.
Normally able to hold off for almost as long as he wanted, the feel of Marsha’s greedily sucking hot mouth on his meat, and the sight of his luscious naked daughter eagerly rushing to meet his most obscene desires, Mark Jensen almost burst his heavy load into her mouth at that moment.
“Easy, baby,” he cautioned, stroking her hair, “Easy! Like a lollipop, real slow and easy.”
With a sigh of relief, he felt her furiously sucking mouth ease up on his thick cock. She was a natural cocksucker, he thought with pride. The adolescent learned quickly at her first try. Not only did she greedily suck, she paused to lick at his big prick-head every few seconds, her soft hot fist jerking on the trunk of his meat at the same time.
Finally, Marsha fell into an easy, wanton rhythm. Her burning lips oozed back and forth on his long rod of flesh to a steady, thrilling tempo, while she began stroking his shaft at a coaxing rhythm. Mark closed his eyes and leaned back. Jesus, even his own wife Sheila had never mastered the simple tricks of a languidly teasing suck-off like his daughter had in moments!
Happy groans came from Marsha’s throat as she became totally intent on pleasing her father. After her first introduction to sex, the unbelievable thrills of having her own handsome father first fingerfuck and then eat her, she felt this was her first challenge. Inspiration caused her to gently sink her teeth into her father’s burning prick as she sucked on its enormous length. When he groaned loudly with pleasure, Marsha tried some other imaginative tricks.
She slid back her wet lips, and keeping only the giant head of his stiff dick in her mouth, she flicked her tongue across his knob as fast as she could. When his grunts of lust became louder, she grasped his long rod in both of her hot fists and jerked eagerly, nibbling at the crimson head with naked hunger.
“Oh yes honey, oh baby daughter, SUCK!” Mark grunted. Christ, even his own wife had never shown this much imagination in a simple blowjob. Now Mark clutched his daughter’s head in his hands and dug his heels gently into her shoulders, starting to jerk his hips in time to her ravenous sucking.
The mere idea of fucking his own virgin daughter in her hot little mouth triggered a fantastic new excitement in Mark. She was jerking him off lustfully with both of her warm fists while she nibbled hungrily on his searing meat, moans of wanton delight coming from her throat.
The fifteen-year-old felt an incredible excitement as her father’s massive hot meat plunged in and out of her mouth. She’d petted with boys before, and had even let a few of them touch her tits, which pleased her. But now, having passionate sex with her own handsome father, Marsha’s virgin glands were exploding with lewd fire. As her father’s hot prick leaped and quivered in her mouth, she jerked him off as rapidly as she could. She knew his come was going to burst any moment and she was dying to taste and gulp it down. On instinct, Marsha reached one hand down to his huge, swollen balls and gently squeezed.
“CHRIST, YES!” Mark groaned. “GONNA COME, BABY! MMMMM! SUCK HARDER, HARDER, AAAAAAAH…”
It was impossible for him to hold his load back any longer. The fiery pressure of her madly sucking hot mouth and eagerly jerking fingers quickly made his load boil over. He began spurting his jism in great gushes in his daughter’s mouth, battering her throat with his long rod.
Deep moans of lewd delight came from Marsha’s throat as the stinging hot flood engulfed her mouth. She swallowed the salty come as fast as she could, and still more came, in dwindling spurts. The girl whimpered in disappointment as his huge cock finally deflated, and the burning torrent became a mere trickle.
It was the wildest blow-job Mark had ever had.
He knew most of the intensity was because it was his own luscious daughter, but even as a cherry she was showing terrific promise.
And because she was refusing to release his limp rod from her mouth, still tonguing and sucking on it, he began to quickly grow stiff again. She’d be even sexier than his wife when she grew up, he realized. Now it was time to take her hot little cherry.
Mark pushed her gently back down on the shag rug. Her young tits were heaving wildly and she’d already drawn up her knees and spread her legs wide, waiting.
“It’ll only hurt for a minute,” he promised her. “Then you’ll love it, baby.”
“Oh, Daddy, I don’t care if you hurt me–just fuck me!”
Gently, Mark guided the massive head of his thick rod just inside her juicy cunt-lips. Marsha jerked her hips up impatiently and then suddenly wailed in pain.
“Easy,” he cautioned his daughter. “Let me do it, honey.”
He carefully began pumping his mammoth dick inside her incredibly tight, hot cunt. Each time he eased another half inch inside, Marsha groaned loudly and clawed her sharp nails across his back. God, what luscious cunt! She was even tighter and hotter than his neighbor’s daughter, Julie, and far more passionate. His daughter was biting his lips in a frenzy of lustful happiness now, raising her legs and locking them behind his back.
“Oh, Daddy it’s–OOOOOOOO! IT’S WILD! OH DADDY, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, I’M SO–unnnnnnnngh! SO HAPPY!”
Mark was pistoning only half his massive burning rod inside her cherry now, and already Marsha was softly screaming with excitement. Her hot little tits dug furiously against his chest and her soft hips thrashed madly in response to his pounding prick.
For fifteen-year-old Marsha, the first fuck of her life was intensely thrilling, especially because it was her own father. Her tight pussy was gorged to bursting and each time he slid back and forth with his thick meat, fantastic ripples of excitement shuddered through her young loins.
“OOOOOO DADDY, IT’S WONDERFUL, WONDERFUL! AAAAAAAH! OH, FUCK ME HARDER, DADDY, HARDER–UNNNNNNNNGH!”
In spite of his caution, her juicy little cunt was so delicious beneath his pumping rod, Mark began to fuck her harder and faster. There were a few yelps of pain but he was unable to control himself as he plunged deeper. It was the best cunt he’d ever had in his life, juicy, luscious, on fire with passion. Normally able to control himself almost indefinitely, Mark felt his rocks begin to burst.
“Gonna come, baby daughter,” he gasped. Wanton moans came from his wildly thrashing daughter as she bit him with animal frenzy on his shoulder. “GONNA COME, HONEY! CHRIST WHAT CUNT! OH JESUS, THAT!S GOOD! AAAAAAAGH!”
Not even two-thirds of his prick was piercing her silken hot slit, but already he’d started spurting. Marsha hugged him fiercely and flexed her pussy on his stroking rod in a fury of lewdness. She dug her heels into his back and swung her hips with maddening delight. The boiling juice was stinging her hot cunt in growing waves of excitement, flooding her narrow pussy to where her muffled screams became sheer raves of depraved happiness. When Mark stopped coming, Marsha continued to moan and squeeze her juicy slit on his limp rod, begging for more.
“Oh Daddy, I loved it!” she sobbed, clawing his back. “Do it to me again, please, please, I want more!”
And again, irresistibly, Mark’s long prick was getting rock-hard. Jesus, he hadn’t been this good to his wife in years. But his daughter could get him up in seconds, any time she wanted to.