Angela stood at the head of the casket holding on tightly to her dad’s trembling hand. She was so proud of her father’s indomitable courage. The long line of well-wishers saw only the pretense facade of determined acceptance enlightening the man’s face.
This daughter of a tender, sensitive, and passionate man knew her father was holding on to his nerves by only the thinnest of threads. Angela knew how precariously close her dad was to breaking down in tears again.
Seeing tears welling in her father’s bloodshot eyes she squeezed his hand tighter. “Dad,” she whispered in his ear. “You know Mom would want you to be strong. Hang on a little longer and this wake will be over.”
Angela saw her father nod his head and dig into his reservoir of courage to find the strength to persevere a little while longer. She saw his eyes glance again at the shell of a body that once held the soul of his beloved wife of thirty years.
The inhumane, insidious ravages of breast cancer had destroyed Angela’s mother’s body. Like a carnivorous beast, the cancer had savagely eating away her flesh and had left only the skin and bone skeleton of a once vibrant and vigorous woman.
At long last the time came for family and friends to go home for the night. The funeral was set for two o’clock the next day. Angela and her husband linked their arms around her dad and helped him to their car.
Her father threw a glance back at the funeral home. “Oh Angela,” he wailed. “How can I leave her in that cold, dark place? Damnit, she should be alive and well and sleeping in my bed with me!”
With gentle persuasion, Angela managed to get her father into the car. The man spoke not a word all the way to his house. Tears dripped from his eyes as he stumbled up the steps to the cold, lifeless home that had once know love and joy.
As Angela took her father’s keys to open the door, she looked towards her husband. “Bob, I can’t leave Dad alone tonight,” she said. “Just go on home and you can come get me after breakfast tomorrow.”
“Angel, don’t you fret so much,” her father insisted. “I’ll be fine and if I’m not I’ll just give up and fix it so I can go on up to heaven to be with Beth.”
Angela’s husband took over. “Jonas, now don’t you say such foolish things,” he said. “Tomorrow will be a whole new day when things will get better. For tonight, you just let your daughter be a comfort to you.”
Turning away, Bob closed the door, and left the house. Jonas refused the food his daughter offered to fix. He headed for his bedroom and prepared for bed. This lonely, despondent man tossed and turned with restless bereavement. Sleep refused to offer its blessed oblivion of peace.
Angela, hoping her father would sleep, decided to take a quick bath so she wouldn’t have to in the morning. As she stepped from the tub and dried off, she realized she didn’t have any of her nightclothes here. Stepping into the darkened laundry room, she picked up the first garment she came to and slipped her arms into the sleeves.
Somehow the smell and feel of this article of clothing heightened and aroused her senses. Fumbling for a light switch, she flipped it on. Why, no wonder she felt comfortable it was one of her dad’s white cotton work shirts! Although it was a few sizes too big, Angela decided to keep it on for a nightshirt. Loving the sensual feel of the fabric against her nude skin, she left her bra and panties off.
After getting only one button fastened over her nicely-proportioned, 28 year old body, a startled cry from across the hallway drew Angela’s attention. Ignoring the remainder of the unsecured buttons, she raced to her father’s room, flipped on the light switch, and worriedly beseeched, “Dad, please don’t cry!”
Sitting on the edge of his bed wearing only his pajama bottoms, Jonas opened his tearstained eyes and saw his daughter standing in the glaring glow of the bedroom lights. Despite his grief, and daughter or not, the young woman’s seductive allure took his mind away into a flight of the imagination. With her dark hair, man’s shirt, and slim legs, she reminded him of the sexy lady in his favorite country music video.
In the video, “Who’s Your Daddy?”, Toby Keith sings the title song while a woman strips off her clothes, takes a bubble bath, and then dances around in an elegant mansion clad in only a man’s shirt. While his wife had been sick, Jonas had often jacked-off his cunt-hungry cock with the dancing woman’s sexy striptease playing in his head.
Stepping closer, Angela had taken her father’s weary head and was cradling it against her busty bosom. “Please Dad,” she whispered consolingly. “You know Mom wouldn’t want you to hurt like this.”
Halfway believing himself to be a character in an imaginary video, Jonas’ arms involuntarily hugged the woman standing before him. Instinctively, his hands slipped under the tail of her nightshirt and settled on the firm, round cheeks of her ass. His massaging fingertips telegraphed a message to his head which said, “God, she doesn’t have any panties on!”
Unconsciously, the fingers of one of Jonas’ hands parted this woman’s ass cheeks and began fingering her asshole while the fingers of the other hand found a backdoor entrance to her drippy wet cunt. “Oh Beth!” he wailed. “I’ve missed you so damn much! Honey, I haven’t had a piece of pussy in so, so long it hurts!”
Startled by her father’s abrupt actions and words, Angela was, at first, speechless. When a finger inserted itself into her asshole and another probed inside her pussy, she cried, “Dad, I’m not Beth, I’m not Mom!”
The probing fingers did not stop digging. Despite her shocking dismay, Angela reluctantly admitted to herself that her dad’s hands felt good as they massaged her ass skin. She had never had a finger inside her asshole before. This was a hypnotically new and pleasant sensation.
Another finger entered her pussy and then another and another. Dripping moisture flowed freely and coated the fingering intruders. Angela’s breath caught in her throat. “Oh that feels nice!” she moaned. “But Dad, I said I’m not Mom! Stop playing with my ass and pussy. I’m your daughter, I’m Angie!”
Ignoring protesting words, Jonas listened only to the melodious video music playing inside his mind. Moving his head slightly, he discovered that the woman’s nightshirt was nearly completely unbuttoned. Rooting around, his rutting head parted the garment and explored around inside where he found a pair of bosomy busts. Seemingly unaware of what he was doing, the man started kissing the braless breasts.
Switching his hands around, a couple of Jonas’ pussy-wet fingers entered the woman’s asshole while the fingers of the other hand found a home inside her moisturized cunt.
Angela felt at least two slippery fingers slip inside her asshole. Her own cunt-juice had lubricated the masculine digits which were digging into her as deep as they could. The fingers playing inside her pussy felt good, but the fingering intruders inside her ass were creating sensations she never knew existed.
Jonas’ mouth kissed both breasts with a comforting contentment. “Honey?” he asked with concern in his voice. “Have you done a self examination of your boobs today? A woman can never be too careful! If only I’d found those mammary lumps before they had gone too far, if only the disease had not been so aggressive, if only…!”
“Don’t worry, Baby,” he quickly added. “I will examine your breasts for you! And, since I don’t want to take any chances, I’ll give them a thorough oral investigation.”
Angela felt her father’s lips kissing every inch of her breasts. His flicking, licking tongue inflamed her tender flesh. The man’s tit-hungry mouth methodically explored her mountainous hills and the cleavage valley between them.
Knowing this was morally wrong Angela steeled her nerves and prepared to insist that her dad stop touching her so intimately. This thing happening now was not her father’s fault! Surely he didn’t know what he was doing. Her mom had been sick and unable to give sexual solace to her man for a long, long time. Yes, he was grieving, but he was also starving for sexual attention.
Angela knew plenty of ladies who would be especially willing and eager to give her father all the sexual attention he needed. He was a warm, loving, kind-hearted gentleman who would be able to get all the pussy he needed from women when the time was right.
This daughter of a sex-starved man knew in her heart that this was not the time and she was not the woman to respond to his carnal needs. She would tell him so, and she would tell him right now.
Just as Angela opened her mouth to speak her father’s lips closed over one of her swelling nipples. His vacuuming mouth sucked greedily and his teeth nipped at the nubby protrusion. Although this man was sucking and chewing a little too roughly, this woman realized she didn’t mind it at all. In fact, it felt very good indeed!
To add to her own sexual confusion, her father’s flittering fingers were aggressively playing inside her pussy and ass. Although he had big hands, Angela had never thought about the fact that her dad’s fingers were so unbelievably long. She could hardly believe just how far up her asshole and up into her cunt canal his dexterous digits were digging.
Jonas played in a loving, lust-filled daze. Without removing his fingers from their playtime holes, he used his head and teeth to maneuver the woman’s nightshirt over her shoulders. The flimsy garment slipped to the edge and then fell off her body. One button kept it from falling all the way to the floor.
Without her mind’s permission or consent, Angela’s hands unconsciously reached out and flipped open the last secured button. Silently, the shirt slithered to the carpeted bedroom floor. In the moonlight’s glimmering glow, this daughter of a man stood completely nude and exposed in front of her father.
Jonas’ eyes stared at the beauty bathed in moonlight. This man had not seen such glorious feminine splendor in years. He pulled the silky, soft female body against his rugged, muscular, masculine chest. Reluctantly, he removed his fingers from their hidey-hole homes.
Now freed from their pussy and ass entanglement, these fingers and hands freely explored the front side of the seductive female body which stood so close. Jonas used his hands to manually finish the breast examination he had started with his mouth and lips. Thankfully, his mauling massage found no hint of an abnormal lump.
With the woman making no protesting sounds, Jonas decided he might as well make a manual vaginal examination, too. Dripping moisture met his hands as he cupped the bushy mound. A protruding clit stiffened as he flicked it vigorously. The fingers of one hand disappeared inside a sweltering hot hole.
Angela was not sure if the events taking place right now were real or if they were some kind of fantasy dream. Imagination, dream, or whatever, she felt a sense of intense joy. Right or wrong, she was having a good time!
Entwining her hands into her father’s hair, she once again pulled his head against her busty busom. She loved the feel of his hot breaths blowing on her warm breast flesh. Before she knew what was happening, her dad’s mouth was again sucking on her nipples. Several fingers were again playing inside her pussy and a couple more wet ones were rammed up into her asshole again.
Angela’s tits, pussy, and ass tingled excitedly. Father or not, this virally masculine man was turning her on with his ravenous sexuality. His breast-kissing lips, his tit- sucking mouth, and his nipple-biting teeth made her skin quiver. The handful of fingers playing inside her pussy made her softly moan with pleasurable joy. Yet, the kicker to all this sexual merriment was the lust-inspired ecstasy of the magic fingers playing inside her asshole.
In her rational mind Angela knew she should not be giving in to the forbidden depravities of her father’s oral and manual manipulations. This was undeniably sinful, it was unbelievably wicked, and it was unforgivably immoral!
Yet, despite the wicked sinfulness and the depraved immorality, Angela made absolutely no attempt to stop her father from violating her further. Her sexual arousal had now been stimulated to the point where she knew she would let this man do anything he wanted to do with her! She gave in completely and allowed his mouth to continue sucking her breasts and his fingers to continue playing with her pussy and ass.
Just when her orgasmic fires began burning, Angela’s father withdrew his fingers from their welcoming holes. His lips stopped kissing and his mouth stopped sucking. He twisted her around with her nude back facing him while he studied her naked feminine form from behind. The moonlight’s glow illuminated the flawless flesh of this woman’s seductively arousing body.
With the instinctive mind of an experienced, mature woman, Angela came to a sudden conclusion. If she were any judge of the nature of men, then she knew without a doubt that her father was now removing the remainder of his clothing.
Proving the woman’s intuitive assumption to be correct, Jonas had indeed removed his clothing. Sitting there on the edge of his bed, he encircled the nude feminine body and pulled it back toward his naked flesh. Feeling warm vaginal moisture dripping on the head and shaft of his cock, he pushed the standing woman’s feet apart and forced her legs to open far enough so he could sit her in his lap.
Weak-kneed from impassioned arousal, Angela gave in to her father’s insistent pull. She sat back and slowly slid her body into the man’s lap. As she lowered herself she felt the head of a stiffened cock kissing the delicate wings of her inner pussy lips. These slippery lips kissed the cockhead right back and then spread themselves open in an invitation for carnal intimacy.
As Angela’s body settled into her dad’s lap, she felt her wet pussy swallowing his meaty erection. Her vaginal cavity had to stretch to accommodate the engorged girth and elongated length of the hardened cockshaft.
Unconsciously, Angela’s mind recalled hearing a secretive comment her mom had once made. It had something to do with the fact that her husband was “Well Endowed” in the penile department and any woman who dared attempt to accept it into her cunt had better have a pussy with plenty of elasticity.
The truth of her mother’s words was now being proved to her daughter. Fortunately, Angela discovered that her pussy met the elasticity requirements. Even so, her father’s penile penetrator was filling her cunt up so full she could hardly believe it!
Brawny, masculine hands reached under her ass then began lifting and lowering her entire body. Like a bouncy-ball toy, the man began juggling her up and down. Her slippery pussy slid along his lubricated shaft with effortless ease.
Angela’s pussy muscles clamped around this elongated cockshaft and squeezed tightly. As frictional fires burned, her feminine body released a flood of vaginal moisture to add in penile penetration. Never, in all her years of sexual play, had a cock ever ventured so deeply into her welcoming womanhood.
Jonas felt the liquefied vaginal fluids coating his manhood with female fire. This woman’s tight, hot cunt stimulated his flesh and made the distended veins in his cock inflate even more. He swelling cockshaft gloried in the first piece of pussy flesh it had had in quite a while.
Constricting vaginal muscles squeezed and released this man’s hard, horny manhood in a tormenting, tantalizing seduction for orgasmic release. All hopes of making this pleasurable encounter last as long as possible were abandoned.
Jonas’ seminal cream bubbled and boiled within his testicle sack. He bounced the woman in his lap up and down more feverously. Unable to resist any longer, his cock summoned forth heated seminal fluids.
Incalculable numbers of pressurized sperm made their journey from their testicular home and joined their prostate semen-cream allies in an attempt to escape their horny imprisoned confinement. Together they entered this man’s urethral tube and began racing down its elongated length.
Groaning like a feral animal, Jonas allowed his cockshaft to spew forth the seminal escapees. These enthusiastic impregnators raced for an awaiting vaginal motherland. This pussy-hungry man began cumming ecstatically.
Angela had started cumming several minutes before. The sweet glories of orgasmic bliss enslaved her body and made it their servant. Squealing with girlish glee, she allowed the rapturous delights of the orgasms to sweep all thoughts of forbidden lusts away.
Just when she thought the ecstasy was ebbing, Angela’s vaginal cavity felt the pressure of her father’s erupting cum. The scorching, volcanic cream incited another storm of multiple orgasms. A stupor of euphoric joy robbed her of all her senses but the sense of pleasurable enchantment.
Jason felt his erection being milked by a cock-hungry cunt. As the woman’s pussy squeezed relentlessly, his swollen meat released one last load of orgasmic cream. With elation overwhelming his mind, body, and soul, he allowed himself to be drained dry.
Sexually sated and satisfied, these two lovers slumped over and fell back on the bed. Paying no attention to the mess, Jason climbed under the covers and pulled the woman in with him. Together, they cuddled and attempted to catch their breath. A couple of wayward drops of cum dripped from the man’s cock and fell on the clean sheet of the bed. A stream of cummy liquid leaked from the woman’s too-full pussy.
No reproachful words of self-condemnation came to either lustful lover’s mind. Jason was comforted by remembering a promise he’d made to his dear wife before she departed her earthly form. He had pledged that he would make a place in his bed some day for another woman. Angela was comforted by knowing that her mother would probably understand her lonely widowed husband’s needs. Besides, hadn’t her own husband said to her dad earlier, “For tonight, you just let your daughter be a comfort to you”?
A few minutes before sleep claimed its hold over the weary lovers, Jason unconsciously started playing with his daughter’s ass again. He dipped a little cum from her pussy, lubricated his finger, and inserted it into her asshole. He worked it around and around absentmindedly.
Angela made no objections. Instead, she began to wickedly wonder what it would feel like if a man were to ram his cock up her ass. “Would Dad do it to me?” she silently asked. Somewhere in a dark recess of her mind, she quietly answered herself with a wishful-thinking thought, “I wish he would!”
Sometime in the middle of the night, Angela awakened to the sound of running water. Her father was not in bed. Without buttoning it, she slipped on her makeshift man’s shirt nightgown and climbed out of bed.
Tiptoeing across the carpeted hallway, Angela peeked into the bathroom. There, in the glaring brilliance of florescent lights, stood her father peeing into the commode. He had not one stitch of clothing on. Yes, middle aged her dad might be, but the hard-muscled, masculine man was undeniably virally sexy!
Angela’s feminine instinct begged her eyes to examine the peeing cock in the man’s hand. She had heard that most men could not pee while having an erection. Such was not the case with her dad. The man’s big, work-hardened hand held an enormous chunk of rigid meat.
By her eyes’ estimate, Angela guessed that her dad’s cockshaft was about an inch wider in girth and two inches longer in length than any other she had ever had inside her pussy. She knew now why she had squealed like a virginal schoolgirl when he fucked her. This night she had discovered something new. When her father screwed her; size did matter!
“Hi Babydoll, whatcha doing?” Angela heard her dad say. Startled, she didn’t know how to react to being caught spying. The half-clothed peeping temptress was speechless. The man teased, “Honey, what’s the matter? Has the cat gotcha tongue?”
Finding her voice at last, Angela answered. “No Dad,” she said. “My tongue is just fine! I told you not to drink so much coffee earlier. Now you can’t sleep and you’re full of piss!”
Jonas laughed. His deep, throaty, bass voice reverberated around the bathroom walls. “Sweetheart, you are absolutely correct,” he said. “I am full of piss but I’m full of vinegar, too! Yes Ma’am, piss & vinegar has awakened me and made me horny as hell! Hey Sweetie, will you dance for me?”
Puzzled by the question, Angela didn’t know how to answer. Meek as a day-old lamb, she allowed her dad to take her hand and lead her down the hallway to his spacious office den. As her eyes studied her father’s rugged masculine features, the man flipped on a lamp then scrounged around in a video cabinet and finally pulled out a video disc. He turned the TV on, plopped the disc in a DVD player, and pushed ‘play’.
When the images on the TV screen flickered and the upbeat tempo of the song began, Angela immediately understood. Her father was playing his favorite country music video. This woman had seen her dad playing the video time and time again, but now it was taking on a whole new meaning.
Exuberant with unrestrained enthusiasm, Angela started dancing to the music. Jonas turned up the volume and “Who’s Your Daddy?” blasted out of the surround sound speakers. The shameless female exhibitionist deliberately flaunted her feminine charms.
Jonas’ eyes watched in mesmerized fascination as his daughter danced, whirled, and pranced seductively. Her long, flowing, dark hair whipped around each time she twisted and wiggled her hips. The unbuttoned, long-hemmed, man’s shirt billowed out exposing her shapely nude ass and the busty bosom adorning her chest. Slender legs began with dainty barefooted feet and led upward to end in a snatch of dark pubic curls.
Angela pirouetted and the shirt slipped off her shoulders. Instead of letting the skimpy garment hit the floor, she grabbed the collar and pulled it back up. This woman intuitively knew her father would rather see her dancing half-clothed than to be dancing completely nude.
The seductive sex dance was making Jonas’ cock unbelievably hard. While watching his sexy, stripteasing daughter his hands had unconsciously begun playing with his erection. Irrational it seemed, but this man could swear his seminal reservoir was filling up again!
From the corner of her eye, Angela noticed what her father was doing. Quickly, she danced over to him and dropped to the floor between his legs. Snatching up the DVD player’s remote control, she hit the ‘pause’ button. In the deafening silence she spoke. “No Dad!” she wailed. “Don’t make yourself cum! I want you to cum in me again! Okay?”
With his daughter’s slim fingers wrapped around his throbbing cockshaft, all Jonas could do was to give an affirmative nod. As soon as his head stopped nodding, the woman between his legs lowered her head and captured his cockhead in her mouth. Slippery saliva poured from her cocksucking lips.
Jonas’ hands juggled a pair of dangling tits for a couple of minutes then his long arms reached to grab a handful of pussy. While he was at it, he grabbed a handful of ass, too. Into each orifice, he inserted probing fingers. Angela’s vaginal opening held several exploring fingers wile her anal opening stretched to accommodate two.
Angela had to admit to herself that she had never loved any other cock as much as she loved the swollen one between her father’s legs. Perhaps her adoration had something to do with ‘forbidden fruit’ or maybe she was a woman who just loved them big and beautiful. Whatever the reason, she opened her mouth wide and greedily ate her dad’s meaty erection.
Jonas’ probing fingers dug deep. Switching hands, he inserted several vaginally-lubricated fingers into Angela’s asshole. The fingers of his other hand took their place inside a dripping wet pussy.
Angela felt the heat of orgasmic release begin. There was something so wickedly immoral about her father’s anal probing fingers that made her womanly fires burn with heated intensity. In her mind, this woman knew she ought to be feeling like a two-dollar whore in heat, but no, instead she felt as if she were a goddess being blessed with joyous pleasure by a benevolent masculine deity!
Having pushed the boundaries of depravity this far, Angela’s cock-hungry body begged her to take one more decadent step. Kissing her dad’s cock once more, she kissed her way up his belly to his chest and then kissed his cheeks.
Steeling her nerves, Angela spoke so softly her words were barely audible. “Dad,” she whispered in the man’s ear. “I love the feeling of your fingers inside my…my ass. Have you ever had your penis inside a woman’s…asshole? Have you ever ‘ass-fucked’ a woman? Oh Daddy, will you ass-fuck me?”
Mortified by the shameless debauchery of her brazen request, Angela’s face reddened in embarrassment. To conceal her discomfiture, she hit it ‘play’ button on the DVD remote and buried her head against her father’s chest. The blaring, stereophonic sounds of “Who’s Your Daddy?” drowned out any spoken reply the man might have made.
Jonas had no spoken words to say. Deliriously thrilled, he entwined his fingers into his daughter’s hair, tilted her head back, and then kissed her lips. Smoldering passions burst into the full-blown fires of illicit lustful love. Lips kissed, tongues teased, and love-hungry mouths melted together.
Setting the DVD player to ‘repeat play’, Jonas stripped the shirt off his sexy daughter’s body. He motioned for the nude woman to remain on her knees but turn around and lay with her head lying in a cushioned chair. Positioning himself doggie- style on his knees behind her, this man had every intention of mounting her with the animalistic urgings of a breeding-barn stud mounting a broodmare in heat.
Despite his demanding carnal urges, Jonas settled down and took things more slowly. Spreading the woman’s ass cheeks he allowed the head of his cock to gently touch the puckered entrance to her asshole. Still lubricated with some of his cocksucking daughter’s saliva, his cockhead slipped inside this female’s anal opening.
Tightness threatened to choke the life out of this anal intruder. Sphincter muscles clamped around the swollen cockhead and squeezed. Jonas’ horny mind told him that he was going to need a lot more lubrication if he were to be able to fulfill his daughter’s request for an ass-fucking.
Not having the time or the inclination to run out for a jar of Vaseline, this sex-hungry man’s mind reminded him that an alternative source of lubricant was readily available. In fact, his pussy-playing fingers were at this time becoming wet with it.
Withdrawing his cock from its hidey hole, Jonas moved it an inch away and plunged it into his daughter’s drippy wet vaginal cavity. Just as he hoped, Angela’s cunt released a torrent of pussy juices which liberally coated his meaty shaft.
While nowhere near as tight as her asshole, this woman’s cunt nonetheless fit snuggly around his manhood. Jonas’ cock was so comfy cozy here he decided to leave it inside its vaginal home for a while. With a gusto born of lust, this man wildly pussy-fucked his daughter.
Angela desperately wanted her father’s cock inside her ass. Just once, she wanted to be ass-fucked by a man just to see what it was like. She wasn’t about to complain though. She had never been with a man who had her dad’s pussy-fucking skills!
While attempting to hang onto her sanity, Angela’s mind raced with joy as her father’s cock pounded into her pussy relentlessly. His jackhammer strokes were beginning to bring her to the brink of orgasmic lunacy.
Slow-ticking seconds turn into minutes and minutes turned into an eternity, but still Jonas fucked his daughter. The panting woman squealed then her pussy convulsed and vaginal cum sprayed his cock. This man now knew the sexy female he was screwing was cumming!
This is just exactly what this patient man had been waiting for. His cockshaft was now greased with three different slick lubricants. First, the woman’s vaginal cavity still held a bit of his cum from their previous fuck session. Second, presently her cunt juices were freely flowing. Third, her pussy’s cum spray was hot and wet.
Although near to the point where he was going to shoot his load, Jonas forced himself to remember his daughter’s request to try anal intercourse. Reluctantly, he withdrew his cunt-comfortable erection from Angela’s vaginal cavity.
Positioning his well-lubricated cock at the entrance to this woman’s asshole, Jonas quickly slipped two inches inside. As Angela’s anal muscles resisted, he forced two more inches inside. Pulling back for an inch or two, he then pushed the four inches back in and added two more for good measure.
Jonas surrendered to lust. Thrusting mightily, he rammed every inch of his slippery-wet, juice-coated cockshaft deep into his daughter’s ass. The entire meaty mass of this man’s swollen erection disappeared into an erotic, bottomless pit. Orgasmic friction heated the fluids in his seminal reservoir.
Angela gasped for air. Her father’s pussy-fucking cock had already set her on the road to orgasmic bliss, but now she was experiencing a whole new level of pleasure. The same penile penetrator that had set her cunt on fire was now burning up her asshole.
As her dad rammed his elongated erection in time after time, Angela squealed in joy. This woman felt the man’s rock-hard, ball-filled testicle sack slapping against her orgasming pussy. Her cunt’s cumspray coated the bag of bouncing balls.
His daughter’s heated cumspray was the final spark which set off Jonas’ own climaxing explosions. Now fully replenished with seminal fluids, his cum reservoir released its scorching load deep into the woman’s anal cavity.
Grunting and groaning with animalistic fervor, Jonas was cumming with more orgasmic pleasure than he’d had in years. Daughter or not, this woman’s vaginal and anal holes were glorious places in which to house a cum-spurting cock.
Whether it was her imagination or not, Angela swore she could feel her father’s ass-pounding cockshaft spewing it seminal fire deep up into the hidden recesses of her feminine body. A series of multiple orgasms shook her body then rocked her female mind, heart, and soul.
As the strident musical melodies of the “Who’s Your Daddy?” video played on, this copulating couple thrilled to a pleasurable orgasmic euphoria. Lost in a netherworld of joy, this man and this woman abandoned all thoughts of forbidden depravity.
When every drop of cum had been shot and every last orgasm had faded, Jonas and Angela slumped to the den’s carpeted floor and struggled for breath. Cuddling together, neither said a word.
When his breathing returned to normal, Jonas climbed to his knees, cradled his daughter’s nude body in his arms, and stood up. Carrying the woman, he headed down the hallway towards the bathroom. This man knew that two sweaty, cummy bodies needed a shower.
As the shower water sprayed her, Angela’s mind studied the naked form of her father’s body. Until today, she had no idea that her dad was so muscular and brawny. He had picked her up and carried her with the ease of a weightlifting strongman. Yet, this woman knew the man’s strength was tempered with the soul of tenderhearted gentleman.
As to her dad’s physical characteristics, Angela was amazed by the man’s hard chest and his well-muscled body. His beautiful cock was now lifeless and hanging low but the limp chunk of manly meat was still nearly as big as her husband’s cock was at full erection.
Jonas was studying his daughter’s body, too. This female creature was ten times sexier and prettier than the woman in his favorite video! Her gorgeous, melon-shaped breasts had only a hint of sag. Her nipples were about the size and shape of tasty, suckable cherries.
While this woman didn’t exactly have an hourglass movie-star figure, to this man’s eyes she had something better. With her all-natural curvaceous bulges and curves, this female reminded Jonas of a song he’d heard. He couldn’t remember all of the lyrics, but he recalled these; she looks like a woman, she acts like a woman, but God she brings out the Devil in me!
This devilish man and his lady dried each other off, went back to their bed, and snuggled under the covers. Impassioned kisses came with an enthusiastic zeal. Kiss-hungry lips played merrily.
Just before he drifted off to sleep, Jonas heard his daughter speak softly. “Dad,” she whispered. “You know Bob and I are having marital problems. We’ve even talked about divorce. Oh Dad, he’s so sexually repressed for a man! If…if he only had half of your masculinity and sexual proficiency! Dad, I think you would try anything, wouldn’t you? Oh, I love that about you!”
“Daddy,” Angela quickly added. “I wouldn’t want you to forget about Mom, but I wish I could take her place in your bed and home! I would take really, really good care of you! I promise!”
Unsure if her father heard her or not, Angela snuggled against him and fell asleep. These two lusty lovers slept the sleep of exhausted weariness. So soundly did they sleep, they overslept too long. A ringing cell phone awakened them.
Angela jumped out of bed and began to quickly dress. When her father reached for her, she scooted away. “No Dad,” she said. “Not this morning. Bob is on his way to pick me up!”
Jonas grabbed one his dearly departed wife’s hairbrushes from a bedside stand. Angela permitted him to brush out her hair as long as he promised to keep his hands to himself. Ignoring this command herself, she reached under the bedcovers to check something out. Yes, just as she suspected, the man was hard and erect.
Angela knew better than to dare fate, but god she was so horny wet she couldn’t stand it! Throwing the bedcovers aside, she lifted her skirt, stripped off her panties, and climbed into the saddle astride her father. Guiding his elongated erection into her dripping pussy, this woman sat on the meaty cockshaft and fucked her dad like crazy.
Fast and furious was this quickie morning fuck but Angela and her dad needed the orgasmic release in order to face the trying events coming up today. One was burying a wife and the other was burying a mother.
Once again cum fluids freely flowed between a man and a woman interlocking their bodies in the bonds of lust and love. Male and female loins rejoiced in an orgasmic mating ritual.
When a car horn blew, this cum-dripping woman jumped out of bed, pulled on her panties, and stuffed several tissues in to soak up some of the excess leakage. With a smile on her face, she kissed her man then ran away like the Devil himself was chasing her.
The funeral was a somber affair. The minister tried his best to make his eulogy a celebration of this wonderful woman’s life. Jonas wasn’t much impressed by either the minister or his message. Silently he berated, “What kind of benevolent God would allow a ‘good’ person to painfully waste away with an insidious, cancerous affliction?”
The minister did touch on one valid point. He spoke of how exuberantly friendly Beth had been and emphasized how the woman seemed to always be jovial with a hearting smile on her face. At these words, Angela squeezed her father’s hand as if sending him a silent, secretive message which said, “I now know the real reason behind Mom’s smiles and happiness!”
After the burial, friends and family gathered at the house. Taking a quick glance into her dad’s bedroom, Angela was relieved to see that the man had changed the cum-soaked sheets and had made up the bed.
When the guests left, Angela told her husband she was staying a few days to make sure her dad would be okay. Bob didn’t put up a fuss at all. In fact, he seemed to be a little relieved to be having some time away from his sexually-demanding wife.
Angela’s ‘few days’ turned into a week. By the end of those seven days she was sore all over. Her pussy had been pounded by her dad’s cock so many times she could hardly walk. Her clit was permanently reddened from being sucked and chewed on so much. Her asshole had been rammed by her father’s cockshaft so many times she was so raw she could hardly sit. Her jaws ached from having to open her mouth so wide to eat her dad’s meaty erection. Her breasts were tender from her father’s many thorough oral and manual mammary examinations. Her feminine body must have absorbed at least a gallon or two of the man’s cum.
Not that Angela minded being sore, oh no, this past week had been the happiest time of her life! She had decided she wouldn’t change places with any other woman in this world! As wickedly sinful as it was, she knew she was falling in love with this virally exciting man. Her women’s intuition told her that he loved her, too. His dozens of impassioned daily kisses were flipping her heart head-over-heals with their ardent obsession.
After the second week with her father began, Angela and her husband hardly ever communicated. Before a month’s time had passed, a mutual agreement had been made, preliminary divorce papers had been signed, and the couple went their separate ways.
Jonas perked up his daughter’s spirits even higher by taking her on a week-long vacation to Niagara Falls. Angela had reclaimed her maiden name so the same-last-name, happy, loving couple checked into a bridal suite under the alias of Mr. and Mrs.
Surprisingly, no noise complaints came from the hotel’s guests or management when the blaring reverberations of the song “Who’s Your Daddy?” played nightly. Most likely no one could guess that a half-nude daughter was prancing and dancing around for the enjoyment of her father.
On their last ‘honeymoon’ night together, Angela danced so enthusiastically she became dizzy. Slumping into her father’s lap, she relaxed then sighed contentedly. “I know who my Daddy is,” she mischievously whispered in her man’s ear. “He is the man who’s going to pick me up in his arms right now. He’s going to carry me to our bed and he’s going to fuck the living daylights out of me!”
Needing no further encouragement, Jonas scooped the seductive woman up in his arms and carried her to the bed they shared. True to his daughter’s prediction, he fucked her like a cunt-crazed sex addict. Sweet indeed were the intoxicating orgasmic highs the fornicating couple did have!