Taboo Acts(10)

There was no doubt that she worked up some sexual experience early on; by the time she was 12 she had a new boyfriend every month, and by the time she was 14, she dressed like a cheap hooker on the street, but our boy Vince never minded that.

But she never shirked their father-daughter moments: the shooting, the beer-soaked TV watching. That was a mainstay of their lives.

On her 16th birthday she was out partying with her friends. She got back around 3 in the morn, and Vince was still watching TV. Holly threw herself down on the couch next to him. She was wearing a very short, red accordion-folded nylon skirt and a very tight black blouse. Vince congratulated her on her birthday. She laid herself on his lap, facing him. Absentmindedly, Vince put a hand on her nearly bare stomach and rested it there. After a while of watching TV-it was someStar Trekre-runs-she turned her face up towards him and said, “Daddy, kiss me.”

Vince bent down to give her father-daughter peck on the mouth, but Holly took hold of his head and did not let go until she had treated his mouth to an eight-second French kiss. Vince did not resist, but enjoyed it. It was what she wanted, and it being her birthday and all, she should have what she wanted he figured. He didn't think anything of it.

After breaking their mouths apart, he gave her a smile and said, “Girl, you're a naughty little wench!” and then just kept on watching TV. He'd noticed that Holly tasted somewhat of liquor, but that was to be expected, but there was something else and he wasn't sure what it was, he had tasted it before, but?well, our boy Vince was just dense at that moment. What he did not know was that Holly done went out and had her a birthday gang bang, she wanted sixteen boys in a row for her sixteen years, a little birthday naughtiness she had engaged in since she was eleven (if you must know, she lost her virginity at eight with a cousin); so that funny taste, mixed with booze, was the sperm of several of the sixteen guys, because she had let half of them blow their wads in her mouth and the other half shoot their seed in her sixteen-year-old cunt.

A few minutes later, Holly having stayed in position, she wanted more. “Dad, one more kiss. Please.” Okay, thought Vince, one more. This one was even longer and, as you kids like to say, “hotter.” Holly let her tongue roam and roll all over Vince's, and he did feel a slight stirring “down below” as we old folks like to say.

When he lifted his face off of her, he saw that she had unbuttoned her blouse. He didn't feel defensive or shocked; he simply thought, hooo-wee, look at them grade-A boobs on my baby girl!

Holly was encouraged by his impressed expression, and she said, “I think a father should know how his daughter is coming along… go ahead, feel my knockers. Aren't they nice?”

Vince hesitated only for a second before he placed his left hand on his daughter's naked skin and ran it across her right breast. He said, “Oh, they're very, very nice, baby. You certainly are growing into a fine woman!” Now, at this point Vince still wasn't anywhere near to thinking of actually having carnal knowledge with his daughter, like Lot in the Bible, so when she next said, “Wanna lick them?” he flinched.

He said, “Young lady, I think you're drunk!”

She looked disappointed for the briefest moment, and then smiled. “A little!” she done said.

With that, Vince sent her off to bed. “You better get some sleep, you hear! After all, tomorrow is a working day!”

In the weeks that followed, Holly now and then insisted on soliciting her father's opinion of her body, and giving him a good look at her charms to boot. This was always during their TV sessions, and after a few beers.

Vince wasn't the easily phased type. He just accepted her behavior and even started looking forward to the sexy displays.

One night she wanted his opinion about whether her ass was too fat. She crawled up on the couch, with her back to Vince, bent over and basically mooned him. Vince could see a marvelously smooth girl's ass, with just the right amount of chubby but taut softness, and he was also treated to a clear view of her well-trimmed pussy. At this sight, he just couldn't help licking his lips, salivating and feel his heartbeat speed up dramatically. He also picked up the sex scent from between those magnificent thighs, and he instinctively moved his head closer, and in.

“Go ahead, feel!” Holly told him.

He didn't usually grope her, but now he found he had to. He put his hands on her hips and caressed Holly's posterior thoroughly, to which she responded with passionate moans, like they say in the trashy sex paperback novels.

As one of his hands went from the hip to the thigh, and nearly ventured into the cleavage between his daughter's legs, she cooed like a dog bitch in heat: “Touch me, oh, touch me!” and shit like that, you know what girls like to say when they're all hot and bothered.