Her Preferred C.o.c.k:>Ep10

Amber threw back the covers and jumped out of bed. He watched her sweet, curvy ass, as she bounded over to the wardrobe and pulled out a bag. She rummaged around inside it and fished out what looked like a small purse. She turned round and jumped back on to the bed. From within the purse, she took out a cigarette lighter and a neatly rolled spliff. "What is that, young lady?" He asked, his voice getting stern. "What do you think it is?" She said, dumbfounded. "What, you're going to tell me off for smoking weed? Jesus Christ, Dad, you and I just had s*x. But you're going to lose your s**t over this? Your parental standards are sincerely fucked." "Well, yeah, I suppose if you're going to put it like that..." "Let's get baked. And then we can screw some more. I get even hornier than usual when I'm high." "Really?" "Oh God, yeah." She said with a grin, as she lit the spliff. "I get insanely turned on when I smoke jazz cigarettes. And then you should see me when I'm on pills. f**k! You and I doing each other on ecstasy? That's gonna blow your f*****g mind." Amber inhaled a long draw from the cigarette, then handed it over to her somewhat bemused father. As he lifted it to his lips, his daughter started playing with his c**k. The fun wasn't over yet. 7 They f****d one more time that night. Actually, that's not right; they made love. Their first couple of encounters had been raucous and energetic -- almost violent -- but this was a lot more sedate. The weed certainly helped, but there was more to it than that. Both of them understood that they had crossed a major line. They had done something crazy, insane, forbidden. Part of the reason they had done it was because it was crazy, insane and forbidden. It was transgressive, wrong, and that excited them. It turned them on. Big time. But now, the scale of what they had done, its weight, its size, was dawning on them. A father and his daughter had consensually and enthusiastically slept together. They had f****d. And they had loved it. Every second of it. There were no regrets, no apologies; only joy and delight and satisfaction. Now, they had nothing to prove. They didn't have to be ostentatiously raunchy with each other, both of them trying to outdo the other. They could just enjoy the sensual pleasure of each other's bodies. Amber was lying on her back, her legs spread wide apart. Her father was on top of her, buried balls-deep. He was barely moving, his c**k was just twitching and pulsing inside her. He was revelling in the sensation. Just simmering. His body was pressed down onto hers, her breasts squeezed flat against his chest. Amber's arms were stretched out to her side, Doug's arms were on top of hers. Their hands were clasped together, their fingers tightly entwined. Father and daughter were just gazing at each other. Doug's face was mere inches above Amber's, and the two of them were staring into each other's eyes. "I love you, baby girl." His whispered. "I love you too, Daddy." She replied. "No, I love you." "I understand. I feel the same way." They kissed a little. Just soft little pecks, their mouths barely open, their lips barely touching. Slowly, gradually, Doug built up the intensity of his lovemaking; his hips and buttocks moving back and forth with greater strength and power. Amber could feel every inch of his d**k, as he pushed his way deeper and deeper inside her. She could feel her orgasm building, as he pummelled away on top of her. "c*m inside me, Daddy." She screamed. Doug was desperate to satisfy her desires. His c**k felt like it was on the verge of bursting, so enflamed was he by his carnal urges. Finally, he erupted, squirting his semen inside her sugary box. Pulse after pulse of creamy jizz, splashing against the walls of her cunt, triggering her own orgasm. By the time they were finished, both of them were weeping tears of joy. They slept in each other's arms; the first time they had done so since Amber was a little girl. She had been so small, so delicate, so vulnerable. Now, she was all grown up and full of his c*m.