The short, intense interlude in the car as they arrived took Roxanne by surprised. What had she expected? To be smacked down by her father as a wanton little slut? She hadn't expected his heated response and it aroused her all the more.

Rox had been sexually active for several years but as her father’s fingers penetrated her and found her G-spot she.opened herself to him. He massaged it expertly and she experienced something totally new and amazing. He caused her to climax so intensely that she lost track of her surroundings.

The naturalness of events as they occurred made her feel confident that what they were doing was fine. She knew about incest and that it was thought to be a sin but this felt so right. What better way was there to show true love than through this union?

Later – as they threw their bags on the beds and scampered off to the lake it all felt like a dream.

The sensation of her father’s rigid cock against her belly – hot in the cool water – made her shiver with delight whenever she recalled it. The one or two boys she’d been involved with had been cavalier about their erections. Exhibiting them as something special and yet not allowing her to really see it. They had penetrated her and exploded almost immediately leaving her unfulfilled and disappointed. Dad had let her hold his cock, look at it, love it. Even as she was stroking him he had made her come first, waiting to fill his own needs.

His cock was longer, fatter and harder than any she’d encountered so far. It opened her as if she were a barely opened flower, gently and firmly. As she slid down Frank’s body and felt the shaft push up into her she heard herself moan with pleasure. The length of her vagina couldn’t accommodate Frank’s cock on the first thrust and he had lifted her off himself to let her sink back down taking more of him as she expanded inside.

All this passed as if in slow motion.

He had held her as he had done through the years, cradling her to blunt the pain of a fall, a broken heart or a bad mark at school. Now he held her again but with a new and joyous love, a new caring. Their moon dance in the lake ended as their combined cum flowing out into the clear lake water in a cloudy film.

Frank walked the short distance from the water to the cottage with her still impaled on his gently softening cock, her long legs still wrapping him, holding him in her. As he leant over the bed to lie her down his cock left her and she felt a moment of grief. Silently she looked up at this man she loved as no other, knowing they had embarked on an adventure, both risky and thrilling.

Her insides tingled with the memory of her father’s presence there. She let her hands trail down over her cool belly past her little V of pubic hair to where her lips still protruded puffily. Her fingers found wetness, not from the lake, but a slick, silky wetness that was the legacy of their love.

Frank stood by the bed looking own at his daughter. He thought she had never looked lovelier and his desire for her stirred in him once more but, instead of following his libido, he bent down and gently kissed his daughter – his lover – and drew the sheet over her. As he stood to leave she grasped his hand and smiled up at him.

”Dad, don’t go. Can’t we share this bed? I really want you to hold me, can we cuddle a bit?”


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