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against him. She made a small sound, and he smiled, bent his head to kiss her neck and whisper, "That's it."

 

He closed his eyes and reveled in the feel of her young, firm body moving in time to his, arching up to meet him. A few seconds later she was panting, straining up towards him. He felt it when it happened, felt the pulsing contractions deep inside her, felt her stomach quiver beneath his, felt her entire body lift and shudder with the force of the orgasm. She cried out near his ear, and his hands tightened convulsively on her wrists. He kept moving until he'd wrung a sharp, gasping cry from her. Then he stilled, and lifted himself to look down at her again.

Bradley looked up at him, amazement written clearly on her beautiful features. A forgotten tear escaped from the corner of her eye and slipped down into her hair. Parker finally released her wrists, and she lay there, still tingling with the aftermath, unsure of what to do. He bent his head and kissed her.

 

She didn't respond, and he gently pried her jaw open with his fingers, and slid his tongue into her mouth. He began fucking her with long, slow strokes. She was impossibly tight, and incredibly hot. Some little sound came out of her, and he caught it in his mouth like honey. He thrust harder, and she made the noise again. Parker gathered her up in his arms, holding her tight, feeling her mouth finally come to life beneath his, and he forced as many sounds from her as he could, gradually increasing his pace and force.

 

He buried his hands in her hair, clutched tight fistfuls of it, and finally gave in to his desire, pounding into her as hard and deep he could. Now she was crying out loudly, her head thrown back, her nails digging into his back and leaving long, angry red welts. The orgasm built slowly, and when it thundered through him it forced a guttural cry out of him, bowing his back so that he strained to be as deeply inside her as he could get.

 

It was one of the strongest orgasms he'd ever had. It left him shuddering and gasping. He collapsed on top of her, burying his face in her hair while his heart tried to hammer its way out of his chest.

They lay there for long, quiet minutes, with only the sound of their heavy breathing to fill the silence. Bradley felt her heartbeat gradually return to normal. She felt slightly unreal. Parker's sweaty weight atop her kept her firmly pinned, and though he was no longer hard, he was still inside her, in that fiercely aching place between her legs. Bradley shifted slightly, and winced. Parker lifted himself and looked down at her.

"Are you okay?"

Bradley stared at him a moment. "No."

Parker carefully moved off her, and went into the bathroom. She heard the shower turn on. In a moment he re-emerged, and held his hand out. She eyed it, then slowly took it, and let him help her up. She gritted her teeth as she stood and limped into the bathroom. She got into the steamy shower, and Parker followed her. She refused to look at him, briskly soaping herself up. He didn't say anything, merely washed himself, but after he was done he took her gently by the shoulders and turned her towards him.

"Look at me."

Bradley looked at his feet. It was the first time she'd ever seen them bare. Slowly, her eyes traveled up his legs, to his now flaccid penis, past his flat abs, his broad chest and muscular arms, all the way up to his handsome face. It was the first time she'd ever seen any man fully naked and up close. She looked into his eyes and suddenly her chin was quivering. She looked away. Parker grasped her chin lightly and turned her face back up to his. He looked into her green eyes, like two leaves trembling with raindrops. He waited.

"Why did you do it?" Bradley asked finally, trying and mostly failing to keep her voice from shaking.

"Because I wanted you. And you wanted me, but you wouldn't admit it."

"But why... like that?" She pushed his hand away and lowered her face as she started to cry.

Parker pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her, rocked her gently from side to side. "The fight, I suppose. All that fury and passion. You're magnificent when you're angry, you know that? As soon as you started yelling I wanted to take you on the floor, right there. Honestly.... I think you wanted me to."

Bradley pulled back a little and looked up at him with a slight frown, her eyes dark and undecided. Suddenly she reached up, gripping him hard by the back of the neck, and pulled him down to kiss him hard. They kissed fiercely, bruisingly. Parker pushed her up against the slick tiled wall and lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist.

 

Their hands flew over each other, gripping, kneading, scratching. Their lips met savagely as he thrust himself inside her again, too impatient to be gentle. She gave a ragged cry against his lips, but pulled him in tight with her legs. Mixed noises of pain and pleasure filled the shower. Parker groaned as he came again, leaving him feeling weak and shaky. He leaned his forehead against hers, trying to catch his breath.

"Does that mean... you're staying?" he panted.

"Would you let me go?"

He met her eyes. "I'd bar the windows and brick up the doors. You're not going anywhere."

She nodded. "I figured."

i n c e s t ( i )

 

 

 

For Christ's sake. Tabitha had tried every possible way to get her dad's attention that she could think of within reason. She had dressed in clothes that were probably unsuitable for any age or body build, she had even dressed in such few clothes that she felt she was campaigning for a nudist resort. Yet still, her father paid no attention to her. Tabby was getting tired of trying to seduce her moral-bound dad with no results.

 

"Maybe he just needs to realize his daughter is a woman, and that my feelings have quite changed towards him," Tabitha wondered aloud. She sat down on her bed, laying down on her back with a flop, her blonde hair fanning out against the white comforter.

 

As she sat there and planned, her thoughts twisted between ways to get her dad to notice her sexually, and how horny she had been for him lately. Daddy, in his forties, graying hair but robust body. Her father was very attractive, always eating healthy and keeping a pretty firm body for his age. Perhaps trying a little harder than usual to stay up with the times and look somewhat fashionable. Father, John, Dad….Daddy.

 

It had all started back in the fall, on a morning when she was in her usual rush to get to school. Senior year had been very stressful, cutting down on her socializing until she rarely had time for her boyfriend, Jason. He had gotten so fed up with her attitude of putting school ahead of, ahem, giving him blowjobs, that his nature towards her changed.

 

He was no longer a loving boyfriend, but rather someone always pestering her for a screw. It was as if he knew his days were numbered, and he wanted to make the most of them.

 

That morning, she got a phone call from Jason. It was short, and to the point. "I don't want to date you anymore, Tab. It's like dating my mother. You don't give a shit about me or my needs." Tabitha's mouth had dropped open when she heard that. His needs! With a curving left eyebrow, she let loose on her newly exed boyfriend with a vehement rage, sparing him nothing. The conversation ended when he called her a frigid bitch and hung up on her.

 

Although Tabitha was tough for her age, 18, she wasn't made of stone. The words hurt her feelings, and even worse injured her sexuality. While listening to the dial tone, tiny tears arose in the corners of her eyes only to gently fall down her cheeks. She dropped the phone and rushed to the family room, sitting on the couch with her hands covering her face while she sobbed.

 

Her father entered the room, in his business suit, ready to follow the mother's earlier leave to work. As soon as he saw his daughter crying, he rushed to her side to try and comfort her. She leaned over him, her face on his chest leaving wet tear marks as she cried out what her ex boyfriend had said to her. Her father kissed her forehead, her cheeks, telling her it would be alright.

 

Tabitha was calming down, her tears had lessened, but her grip on her father hadn't released, nor had his on her. He still had his arms tight around her, trying to comfort her with fatherly words of wisdom and tender kisses on her cheeks.

 

"Honey, it will be okay. No, don't cry. Plenty of other boys out there. I never liked him anyway," John said to his daughter. She laughed, her mouth turned up to him as he was going to kiss her on the cheek. Their lips connected, her mouth slightly open from her giggles. Tabitha's soft lips pressed closed over her father's, almost sucking on them in her surprise. Her grip on his arm tightened, as did his around her waist.

 

He opened his mouth slightly to say something, only to feel Tabitha's wet lips sinuously glide over his lips. With faltering movements, John kissed harder at his daughter, forgetting whom he was kissing, just taking delight in this young nubile girl's body pressed against his, and her lips moving softly against his own.

 

Tabitha made a small noise, almost a squeak of surprise and acceptance and closed her eyes, kissing back at her father with farther opened lips and a wet tongue. She had taken the initiative to feel her father's lips with the tip of her tongue. It was Tabitha that pushed her Daddy's lips open with her wet sliding tongue, to enter his mouth and roll around his teeth.

 

Her father pressed harder against Tabitha, almost pulling her on top of him, one of her legs curling up over his legs and against his waist. They feverishly caressed tongues together, Tabitha passionately pushing her tongue under her father's, over and around his tongue, making her Daddy shiver against her.

 

His tongue reached out towards hers, his hands clenching and wrinkling her shirt. She teased her daddy, making him put his tongue out into her mouth, and then to John's surprise, started sucking his fleshy tongue with heavy breathing and barely perceptive moans.

 

Her chest was pushing up against his, rubbing his own. John swore he could feel his daughter's hardened nipples. She started to straddle his pelvis, her mouth still working his, her head turning side to side to get in deeper kisses. With a gasp, he pushed his mouth away from