After recovering from what must have been my third ravaging orgasm of the morning, I took a look at my daddy's cock, and realized I was ready for more. If anything, it appeared even larger than when I had drained it earlier. With his eyes half-closed, he gently stroked his marvelous tool in what I imagined was anticipation. It was enough to start my juices flowing all over again.
Reluctantly shaking my gaze from my father, I surveyed the backyard, remembering that we were not alone. The sun was incredibly strong, and I needed to shade my eyes from the overhead glare. Dimly, at first, I picked up the form of my brother lying quietly on his back with his cock flaccid in repose. His hands were folded over his face and, at first, I thought he was sleeping. It was only when I saw his chest convulsively heave that I realized he was crying. My thoughts at that moment were terribly confused.
Somehow, I could feel the pain he was experiencing, but it was vague and the reason behind it was lost in my own feelings of contentment. This was not the time, I knew, to soothe his injured psyche.
Separated by three feet of lawn from my brother was Mai. She was in the same position that she was in the last time I noticed her. She was still on her knees, with her head on the ground, and the three fingers of her right hand were still buried in her cunt. The only difference was the complete lack of movement. No matter what Lonnie's emotions were, it was evident that he did all right by Mai. With both of them in the after-throes of their lust, Daddy and I were alone.
Gingerly, I got up off the table and, with my father's help, reseated myself on his lap. This time I sat facing him, with my legs dangling down to the outside of his own. I could feel my puffy cunt lips resting on his balls. Although my position was reversed from the way I sat before, his erect prick still looked like it was growing from my crotch. It gave me a feeling of closeness that I knew could only be surpassed by his entry into the depths of my body.
"Lana, my baby, I want this more than anything. But I have to be sure it's what you want. It is a big enough event for a girl to lose her virginity during her first true love, but to lose it to her father, to most people's way of thinking, is criminal," he said, tension clearly etched on his face.
"I thought we already went through this. What's wrong?" I asked, thinking everything was resolved.
"I guess I haven't quite come to terms with it yet," Daddy answered.
"Oh, Daddy, it's what I want. That's all that's important," I argued.
"I believe you, Lana. But it doesn't stop me from being afraid that I might be causing some harm," he said.
"No, Daddy, it's the harm we'll have caused if we don't do it. I don't know if I could continue to live, knowing we were so close and didn't take advantage of the opportunity. Please, Daddy, don't take this away from me now," I pleaded, taking the tool of my desire into my hand.
"Oh, baby, I don't know if I can separate right from wrong anymore. Before it was simple. So many things have happened. Mai came along and freed desires in me that I thought were dead. Then your mother died, and I realized how mature you and Lonnie had become. It has given me a freedom that I'm not sure how to handle. I wonder if it's this so-long-buried quality that's masking right from wrong." Tears of frustration were welling in his eyes, and I could feel the strength ebbing from his erection.
"Daddy! Daddy, listen to me," I urged, squeezing his deflating cock for emphasis. "What happens between you and me can't be judged by anyone else but us. This is our family, and nothing, not the laws or people's opinions, have anything to do with what happens amongst us. This is our world, and nobody else can come in."
As soon as I said this, the fleeting thought came that someone, namely my brother, was going to be hurt if we continued. But my own selfish needs struck it quickly from my mind.
"There is no doubt I want you. Then last night, after dancing with you and feeling you respond, put the thought back in my head that somehow there was a reality to my fantasy. And then this morning, seeing you bend for the towel and opening your beautiful pink insides to my view, and letting me catch you masturbating behind your unlocked door, confirmed to me that your emotions and desires were similar to my own. Now we have reached the point that I wanted more than anything else, but I can't help feeling that I'm only thinking about myself and the terrible consequences our union might cause."
His penis had become totally limp in my hand. I released it, and brought his head to my breasts, moaning over and over, "I love you". It was only when his sucking mouth found one of my nipples that I once again began to believe we would continue our destiny to the end.
Discarding my inflamed nipple, he emitted a heavy sigh. For a moment I had the fearful thought that he was again changing his mind. He grabbed me tight around the waist and, with my legs encircling him, stood up and walked carrying me to a spot of shade under a large oak tree that grew by the pool. My heart was hammering in his strong embrace. With a minimum of effort he brought us both to the ground. Enveloped in the coolness of the shade, I was stretched out on top of him, burning with the thought that we were about to begin.
And begin we did. He took my head in his hands and kissed me passionately, finding my tongue with his own. His thick prick poked insistently at my center as my tits ground fiercly against his chest. We continued in this way for several long minutes, blissfully ignorant of everything going on around us.
The next thing I was aware of was his hands sliding down my body, finding my crotch. One hand was imbedded in my asscrack, with the fingers gently circling the entrance, while his other hand came from below, with those fingers stirring the juices within my super-heated woman's slit. Before I knew it, I was again in the throes of a violent climax, bouncing and twisting puppet-like on his well-aimed fingers.
"Okay, baby, you're ready now," he said after I had revived. "I want you to get on your knees, and center your dripping cunt over my cock."
I did what I was told.
"Now, I want you to lower yourself until your little hole barely makes contact with the head of my ready cock. When you have reached that point, just stop," Daddy commanded.
It felt so monstrously huge against me, and, for the first time, I feared that it was going to be impossible for something so large to enter something so small. I wasn't afraid of the pain, only the possibility our quest could not be accomplished. It was the cool, confident look on my father's face that succeeded in sweeping my fear away.
"Okay, Lana, lower yourself a bit more, and feel your cunt open for your daddy," he instructed.
The sensation of his swollen cockhead passing through the tight but slick muscular opening was exquisite. The initial discomfort of the invasion quickly turned to a sweet fullness that I knew I needed deep in my belly.
"Very good," Daddy said through clenched teeth, obviously taken by the pressure of having his sensitive cpckhead trapped in the entrance of his target. "Let's relax for a moment and enjoy what we're feeling."
I closed my eyes, savoring the new wonders I was experiencing. Daddy was running his thumb through my cunt lips, unleashing the beginnings of another orgasm. As I waited for the spasms to build, I didn't notice his other hand reach out and firmly grasp my shoulder. Just at the peak of my pleasure, brought on by yet another fantastic orgasm, I was overwhelmed by a bright, hot explosion that started in my loins and carried through every nerve ending in my body. I couldn't tell if it was pain or pleasure, only that I was experiencing something totally unimaginable. Finally, it was the massive fullness deep within me that forced its way into my consciousness, smothering all else with its startling uniqueness. My daddy was inside me.
"Lana, baby, are you all right?" my father asked as the rushing noise in my ears subsided.
All I could do was smile in answer. There was a slight amount of pain, but it was nothing compared to the happiness I was feeling. I understood, then, that while I was at the height of my climax, Daddy had powerfully forced me down, ripping through the obstruction of my virginity. Looking down between my legs gave further proof that he was, indeed, fully within me. Our pubic hairs were tangled together, and there was no sign of his long, thick shaft.
My daddy might have initiated my first glorious fuck, but it was me who was going to bring it to its conclusion. After taking a few moments to get used to the new addition to my body, I began to slowly rise and fall, starting the friction that would eventually lead to the final phase of my baptism. I was well lubricated, and, therefore, had no trouble sliding up and down Daddy's swollen prick. With each downward plunge, his hips would rise off the ground, meeting me halfway, and stretching my previously untouched depths to the beautiful limit.
I had started slowly, but some inner urgency began to take hold, and I found myself steadily increasing the rhythm. Seeing my father's face, I could tell his eyes were focused at the point of our union, watching his shaft appear and disappear into the clenching fist of my cunthole. His mouth was twisted with effort, trying to hold himself back from his climax until I was ready to join him.
He wasn't going to have to wait very long. Every time our bodies crashed together, I could feel my swollen clit rub against his coarse pubic hair. Our breathing was coming in oxygen-starved gasps, and the moans of passion were increasing as my fucking hips drove repeatedly down on Daddy's imprisoned, swelling cock.
"Oh, baby, I'm going to fill you with my life. Your pretty pussy is sucking it right our of me!" Daddy screamed.
"Oh, yes, I can feel it. Fuck me, Daddy! Come in my woman's cunt!" I screamed back.
My passion was building like never before. I was only half-aware that I was raking my fingernails across my nipples, and biting down hard on my lips. I was becoming more and more frenzied, decreasing the lengths of my strokes but ever-increasing the speed. Faster and faster I went, in perfect tune with the ever-swelling force of Daddy's cock inside me. I was beginning to feel the shocks and tremors of my mounting orgasm. But it was the long growl from the lips of my daddy and the gushing, convulsive, coming cock inside me that took me to the ultimate orgasm of my young life. I twitched and spasmed, my hips ground and twisted, and blood surged through my veins, trying to cool the overheated nerves of my passion. My nipples seemed to be tearing away from my breasts, and my cunt clenched around my father's continually erupting volcano.
I had made it. I fucked my daddy. The consummation was complete.
My last memory, before falling into a long, exhausted sleep, was the sound of Mai clapping her hands and yelling out bravos of approval, and the fact that my brother, Lonnie, was nowhere to be seen.