“Oh, daddy, yes, oh, oh, oh, ahhhh!”
Orgasmic waves rippled through her flesh as she grabbed my hair and pushed my face deeper into her pussy, her legs squeezing my head in a death grip. I could not break free. At the point of suffocation, all I could do was hold on and ride out the orgasmic storm.
An eternity later, the waves dissipated into ripples, I pried Jenny’s legs apart and came up for air. Gasping, I collapsed in the shallow water beside my stepdaughter. She looked exhausted yet a smile of bliss curled her lips. Her chest heaved deep recovering breaths. She savored the moment and then rolled over on her side toward me.
“Whew, that was a workout, daddy.” She moved in for a kiss and we Frenched long and lazily, letting her get a taste of her own pussy juices.
“That was amazing, dear. Was that your first ever orgasm?”
“Maybe…, all I know is I never felt anything like that in my life…. And you gave it to me, daddy. Now I am yours forever.”
“And I will always be your’s my sweet one. But let’s keep that just be between us. We’ve been through a lot tonight and other people would just not understand our ordeal. Do you follow me? They would think what we have just done is wrong.”
“But it was beautiful.”
“You are so right, So let’s keep it our beautiful secret. And, this is as far as we go with our sexual experimentation, you save the rest for your husband, Deal?”
“But I want more,” she pouted, shaking her head. “Daddy, I want all of you. I want to feel you inside me. I need to have you inside of me.”
“Totally out of the question. In case you’ve forgotten, my dear, we’ve just been in a terrible accident. Your poor mother is lying up there dead and you have to get checked out by the proper medical personnel. We have to make sure you don’t have any internal injuries. Now, do you feel able to walk?” reaching down, grabbing her panties and shorts of the ground.
“Course I can walk, and you have to catch me.”
Jenny took off running back up toward the crash site, bottomless, mud caked to her delicious ass, my shirt still covering her upper half. The sight of that tight ass brought my cock back to life again.
Sweetie, come back, you can’t go up there like that,” shouting after her, following. “Someone’s likely to stop.” The orange glow from the car threw out dancing shadows up ahead. The air was heavy with black smoke and the suffocating stench of burning rubber. Jenny was headed straight into it.
“Fuck me daddy, or I swear to god I won’t stop,” she shouted back, some thirty yards up ahead. She was fast approaching the disaster zone. I poured on the speed, twigs and branches of small trees whipping my bare legs. It was then I realized that I, myself, had forgotten to put my pants back on. My eleven inch cock was ram-rod straight, jutting up and out at forty-five degrees, leading the way and flapping against my gut as I ran. The air started getting hazy. I gained on her, stride by stride. My stepdaughter was now within reach. Now or never. I leapt like a jaguar. My fingers grazed her back. My weight pushed her off balance. She fell forward with a thud, sprawling on the dirty ground. My momentum brought me down on top of her. My cock fell perfectly into her crack, getting coated with the still wet river mud that covered her ass. She panted with animal lust beneath me, my own breath heavy from the chase.
“I’m going to fuck you, sweetie.” My words heaving in her ear.
Raising my hips, I brought my cock down under her ass and slid it forward to find her pussy lips. They were slick with her virgin honey. I probed them with the head of my penis, working it around her hymen, and then, having found that tight gateway to paradise , gave it a short jab. She screamed in pain and delight. I worked my cock in, slowly penetrating, a little deeper with each thrust. Her tight virgin pussy grabbed me like a vice. I never felt anything so good in all my life. My full weight pressed her into the dirt. My pelvis slapped the soft firm pillow of her sweet eighteen-year-old ass cheeks. Faster and faster. Jenny grunted and moaned and screamed with each pump of my cock. She started shaking in violent orgasmic waves. I dug my fingers into her shoulders and held on for the ride. All the time I kept pumping and at the crest of her wave I let go an explosion of semen deep inside her, thrusting until my balls were completely drained.
As Jenny’s convulsions subsided I just lay on top of her awhile, my cock still hard, still deep inside her. We rested like that for a minute, catching our breaths.
“We have to do that again, sweetie,” I breathed into her ear, kissing her filthy cheek.
“We will, daddy, I promise.”
Ambulance sirens began blaring in the distance. I helped my stepdaughter into her panties and shorts and then slunk down to the river to fetch my jeans.
JACKED
AGAIN
The Taboo Grows
Jack Tower Series
Book 2
Carrie Breeze
Chapter 2
Jenny’s screams broke through her stepfather Jack’s fingers with each turbo thrust. Anyone hear that? Through the dusty window pane he scanned the crowd of people mingling out over by the fire pit. No, thank god. No one had looked over in their direction, toward the woodshed. That’s where he and Jenny were, in the woodshed on the Tower family’s Cummings Cove estate. He clamped his hand tighter over her mouth and keep on pumping.
“Oh, god I love fucking you, sweetheart,” kissing her cheek.
Jenny moaned in agreement
The people gathered outside; relatives, friends, business colleagues, and distinguished citizens, had come for Kate Tower’s wake. They broiled in the hot midday sun, chatting in small cliques, waiting for the memorial diner to begin. It’s been three days since Kate died in that horrific accident. And it’s been three days since Jack and his stepdaughter Jenny, had fucked. Those three days had been taken up by medical exams, police statements, funeral arrangements, telephone calls to god knows everyone and a shit-load of other pain-in-the-ass things. It felt good to get in a little recreational sex.
Jack loved his daughter. She was his and his alone. She was not only his stepdaughter but also his fuck buddy now. She gave him the drive needed to carry on in the wake of the tragedy. She gave him the power needed to lead Tower Intel Tech into the fast evolving artificial intelligence based new world.
This was their first chance to get away from everybody and to do some serious much needed fucking. They had planned it perfectly. Jenny gave everyone the excuse that she was still feeling ill from the accident. She went up to the house and then sneaked out around its other side and circled back to the woodshed. Jack got a call on his cell, took it and drifted away, out of sight from everyone. They met up in the dark and lonely woodshed.
He’s pumping jenny from behind, enjoying her freshly deflowered snatch. Jenny is leaning up against a high stack of firewood, the hem of her skirt folded up neatly and resting on her high arched ass. Jack couldn’t even wait to lower her pink panties, just pulling their crotch aside and sliding his cock into her eager pussy. He stood behind her, trousers at his ankles, hunched up against her back, one hand on her right breast the other over her mouth trying to contain her screams of pleasure. As they fuck he keeps a wary eye on window. The guests are a hundred feet away and showing no interest in the woodshed. Just the same, his absence will be noticed. This’ll have to be a quickie. Jenny’s pussy grabs his cock like a vice.
Oh, God.
“Shit!” His other stepdaughter, Jamie, up from college in Boston, just looked over at the shed. It felt like she’d looked straight into his eyes. He reflexively ducks but keeps pumping and Jenny keeps moaning and screaming into his hand. He keeps his head lowered just enough so that his eyes barely peep out above the window sill.
Shit, shit. She’s coming this way and leading some dork. Got to come fast and wrap this up. Shit. Too risky.
He pulls out of Jenny, cock dripping with her pussy juices, slobbering all over his suit pants leaving a big dark stain.
“Code red, sweetie,”
pulling up his boxers and pants. “Your sister is coming.”
“Fuck, Jamie always ruins a good time,” adjusting her panties and lowering her skirt. “Always sticking her nose in my business.”
“She’s just looking out for you like all big sisters do.” Shit, the stain on his pants is painfully obvious and to make things worse his cock is still hard, just won’t go down, looking like he’s carrying a corn cob in his pocket. Thinking fast, he picks up a tin bucket full of kindling and holds it in front of his crotch just as Jamie opens the woodshed door.
“There you are, dad…. Jenny? I thought you weren’t feeling well… you’re all flush. What are you doing in here?” Jamie looks at Jenny closely and feels her forehead. “My God, you’re burning up. And you’re sweating.”
“When I got to the house,” Jenny says, rattling off her pre-rehearsed alibi. “I felt guilty about being away from everyone. I gave dad a call on his cell. He said he was going to get the fire started and that maybe it would help me feel better, so I came down to help get the wood.”
“Don’t be hard on your sister, Jamie. It was all my fault. Should have known it would over-tax you, sweetie,” giving Jenny a peck on the forehead.
“There, you see,” giving Jamie a hug. She scrunched up her little button nose the way she always does when sniffing something unpleasant. Does she smell her sister’s pussy juices?
“Now go back up to the house, sis, and rest for an hour or so. When the meal is ready I’ll give you a call. You’ve just been through hell, Jen, you’ve got to take care of yourself. Okay?”
“No argument there. Give me a call then, I’ll be in la-la land,” stepping outside and heading for the house.
“How you holding out dad? We haven’t had much chance to talk.”
“I know. It’s just been so hectic, darling. I don’t think the reality of all this has had a chance to sink in yet. Just keep busy. Guess that’s my coping mechanism.”
“Well, when it does sink in, dad, know that I’m here for you.”
“Thank you sweetheart, We’ll sit down soon and have a heart-to-heart,” hugging her, the kindling bucket gets in the way giving Jamie an odd feeling that something is not right.
“Oh, I know this is bad timing, and I tried to get rid of the jerk, but there’s a Detective Stark form Cummings Cove PD outside, says he needs to ask you a few things about the accident. Says it won’t take long. Should I tell him you’ll give him a call tomorrow?”
“No, no. Too busy tomorrow. I’ll get rid of him,” stepping outside with Jamie and running into the cop who was nosing around beside the shed.
“Mr. Tower, Detective Stark, Cummings Cove PD. I’m sorry for your loss.”
Yeah, like fuck you are.
“I hope you’ll forgive this intrusion.”
“What can I do for you, detective? Jamie, will you excuse us?”
“I’ll be nearby if you need me dad,” leaving to rejoin the guests.
“Well, Mr. Tower, my team has just gone over the crash site very thoroughly and we’ve found some things that raise a few puzzling questions. I thought you might be able to help clear them up.”
“I gave a full statement the morning after the crash. I told your people everything I could remember.”
“I understand. But these few questions will only take a minute of your time and then I’ll let you get back to your guests.”
“What do you need to know?”
“Must you hold that like that?” looking suspiciously at the kindling bucket Jack still held in front of his crotch.
“Is that your first question, detective? You said only a minute. You’re waisting my time.”
“Right. Mr. Tower we found blood a hundred feet from the car. Tests show that it matches your stepdaughter’s blood type. Yet her emergency room examination revealed no open wounds. Just scrapes and abrasions. That concerns us. Any idea where this blood may have come from?”
Her hymen, dip shit. “Detective, your guess is as good as mine,” staring the cop hard in the face.
“We also found semen with the blood. Would you be willing to submit a semen sample, Mr. Tower?”
“Detective you’re poking your nose where it doesn’t belong. Now, unless you plan on charging me with something, I have my wife’s wake to attend.”
“Speaking of which, Mr. Tower, you don’t seem to show much grief over your wife’s death.”
“It’s a vicious world, detective. I know she’s in a better place. I take solace in that,” motioning to the butler. “Charles, will you kindly show detective Stark to his car?”
“Very good, sir. Detective?” motion in that direction.
“We’ll be in touch, Mr. Tower,” leaving toward the drive.
“Oh, Charles, one more thing,”
“Sir?” returning to his master while the detective continues on.
In a low voice, “See to it that Detective Stark does not make it back to the station today,”
“It shall be done , sir,” pulling out his cell and dialing as Jack started over toward the guests.
“What was that all about,dad?” Jamie says, approaching him. “Is there some kind of problem regarding the accident?”
“No, no,” putting his arm around her waist. “Just the usual police procedural bullshit. They’ll try anything to justify their overblown budget.”
“Oh, dad. I’d like you to meet Tony, a friend from college. Tony was nice enough to drive me all the way up from Boston. When I heard the news I was in no shape to do anything and Tony has been so gentle and sensitive.”
“Well, thank you for helping my daughter in this time of need,” giving the kid a vice-grip handshake.
“I’m glad to do anything, sir,” wincing.
“Dad, let me take that bucket for you….”
“Oh, shit, look what it’s done to my trousers. Will you two excuse me while I go change? Oh, Tony,” pulling him aside, out of earshot range of Jamie. “So, how do you know my daughter?”
“Oh, we met through our campus church group. We pray together every Wednesday night.”
“You’re not porking my daughter are you?”
“’Scuse me, sir?”
“Keep that schlong of yours in your pants, got it?” stepping on the kid’s sneaker and getting in his face. “Got it?”
“Dad, what’s gotten into to you?” Jamie says, returning to join them.
“Just words of wisdom. Now if you’ll both excuse me,” walking off toward the house and motioning to the butler. “Charles, make sure Jamie and that friend of hers sleep in separate rooms, preferable on opposite ends of the house.”
“As you wish, sir.”
“And give that kid something to occupy his time. I don’t want to have to look at his face again.”
“Certainly, sir.”
Chapter 3
A short time later, having showered, towel wrapped around his waist, Jack sat on the bed he and his wife had shared. Her loss was finally hitting him. She had been his emotional anchor. His inspiration. His muse in the hi-tech world of his company. Now she was gone. He knew that Jenny could not fill that void. She was still a child. His thoughts were interrupted by a soft tap on the door.
“Dad,” Jamie popping in her perfectly groomed blonde head. Not a hair out of place on that head and everything inside it was equally well kept. “Sorry for interrupting.”
“No. No, just collecting my thoughts. Come in, sweetheart.”
“I thought that now would be a good time for our heart-to-heart,” entering and sitting on the bed next to him. He put his arm around her and she tilted her head into his bare shoulder, smelling his fresh spicy shower scent.
“I was just thinking of your mom, of what a great job she did bringing you up, practically by herself with my being so occupied with the company. You’re only twenty-one yet you have the poise and maturity of a woman my own age. I’m glad you’re here with me now.”
“Dad, that’s why I’m here, here for you. Together we will ma
ke it through this rough time. We have each other and that’s all that matters,” rubbing his leg affectionately.
Jack’s cock woke up and started slowly stretching out along his leg. But it was nothing noticeable to Jamie so he paid it no attention.
“Dad, we can confide in each other, right?”
“Absolutely, what’s on your mind?”
“Well, while we’re alone together I’d like to talk to you about something that happened earlier.”
“Sure, honey.”
“I’ll come straight to the point because I know that is what you want from me…. I know you fucked Jenny in the woodshed. I could smell her cunt and that kindling bucket didn’t exactly hide your hard-on.”
At those filthy words from the mouth of his prim and proper daughter Jack’s cock started to make its upward ascent erecting a tent out of the towel covering his lap. Both he and Jamie paused to observe it’s progress as if from an objective viewpoint. They both looked at it and then looked at each other with straight faces and an almost emotional detachment.
“Jenny and I went through a lot the other night. We became very close… and it was a consensual thing….”
“Dad, you don’t have to apologize or even try to justify it. I’m okay with it. I understand the emotional comfort sex can provide in times of trauma,” looking down at the big-top tent his full blown hard-on had erected. “Dad, after you’re through grieving we’ll have to find a woman to take mom’s place. Not that anyone could ever replace mom, but someone to fulfill your needs. And, as your oldest daughter it is my duty to fulfill those responsibilities in her absence. This precept goes back to ancient times. It comes from the Bible, as a matter of fact.
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