Gentle Persuasion Page 10

  The movement caught Caroline’s attention and she whirled round.

  “Hugh - I said thirty min -“ she started to say and then she cried out, “Oh!” in fear when she realized it was Joss who was in her room.

  “Not a sound Caroline or your wedding day will be the shortest of your life,” Joss hissed, stepping forward and taking her upper arms in his huge, strong hands. “You know I could silence you forever.”

  Caroline nodded her head.

  “Good girl.”

  Her eyes searched his face as she asked, “Why did you come?”

  “I wanted to wish you well, Caro,” Joss said, gazing down at the fullness of her bare breasts.

  “As you have wished me well twice before, Mr. Fayrfax,” Caroline said, spitting out the words.

  “You are my daughter, Caroline -“ Joss started to say.

  “Don’t call me that!” Caroline cried. “A father does not force himself into his own daughter’s bottom!” She turned her head away as she added, “And my mouth. Which only leaves - oh god, you cannot mean - !“

  “It is my right,” Joss said as he lowered his head and closed his lips round the nipple of her left breast. He sucked gently at the stiff tip, drawing it to a point with his teeth as he cupped the cheeks of Caroline’s ass and drew her against his groin. The creamy-smooth flesh was wet with saliva as he moved his head and did the same to the other breast. He could hear Caroline breathing hard above him and wondered if it was from disgust or desire.

  Suddenly Joss knew he did not want to engage in more debate with Caroline. He wanted to fuck her into ecstatic submission and that meant taking her as he had in the smithy. He consoled himself that he would enjoy taking her virginity all the more after she had lovingly sucked his cock clean.

  “Turn round, Caro,” he said. “Brace yourself on the table top.”

  “No - please -“ she started to say and Joss squeezed his fingers into the soft flesh of her arms as a warning.

  Caroline turned and stretched her arms out straight, supporting her weight. Her beautiful blond hair fell forward over her face and Joss could see in the mirror that she had closed her eyes. Again he wondered if she was fearful or excited about what he was going to do.

  “Open your legs,” Joss said as he scanned the top of make-up table and saw what he wanted. He reached for a jar of cold cream and heard Caroline moan softly as she realized that it was her bottom he was going to fuck once again.

  Hurriedly he stripped off his jacket and threw it on the bed. Then he unbuckled his belt and pushed his trousers down his legs. He opened the jar and pressed his fingers into the thick cream, then smeared it over the length of his prick that was hard as an iron bar, massively swollen with the intensity of his desire.

  The desire grew like an animal turning over in his belly as he slid his arm round Caroline’s waist and pulled her hip into his groin, then moved his hand down her ass. Her cheeks were tight-packed globes of flesh, soft and yet very firm.

  Scooping more cream from the jar, Joss stroked his middle finger along the dark divide between Caroline’s beautiful buttocks until he found the tiny opening of her anus. As he touched it, he felt her body react, jerking tighter against him with a sudden shivering movement. “Shh, sweetheart,” he whispered. “It’s for your own good.”

  He pushed his finger gently against the muscle until it gave way and he could enter her rectum. A sudden tightness gripped him and then he slid his finger inside up to the knuckle, coating the walls with the slippery cream. Caroline’s bottom felt so hot and tight inside that Joss turned to watch her in the mirror as he lubricated her, sure that her face would show her pleasure. But her eyes were shut, her mouth slightly open as she fought to relax her asshole against the invasion. Joss was unconcerned: he knew she would enjoy it when he stuffed her to the brim.

  As Joss moved his finger back and forth, working the cream into Caroline’s rosehole, her perfume filled his senses and he bent his head to kiss the soft skin of her shoulder. She looked delightfully submissive with her arms outstretched, hands flat on the make-up table, her heavy breasts hanging forward. They were so large and full that he stroked his hand up from her waist along her flank and cupped one in his palm, marveling at the warm softness of her skin. His fingers teased the pink nipple, making it stand up hard whether Caroline wanted her body to respond to his caresses or not.

  Then he released the heavy globe and curved his hand flat against Caroline’s ribcage, making her gasp suddenly as he walked his fingers downwards over her flat belly and into the soft down at the top of her legs. He felt the warmth rise up to meet his sensitive finger tips, smelled with his nostrils the musky perfume of her body as his middle index finger slid into dampness as it parted the fat little mounds of her pussylips.

  When his finger found the stiff bud of her clitoris, Caroline let out a soft moan and Joss knew she had lost the battle not to give in to the pleasurable sensations he was creating within her. While the fingers of his left hand rolled back and forth over the tiny organ, slippery with her sexjuice, those of his right fucked in and out of her bottom, greasing the tight muscle ready for his cock. She shivered with delight, breathing hard as her belly rolled and Joss suddenly felt the fingers exploring her cunt grow wet and slippery. He opened his mouth and took the skin of her shoulder between his teeth, biting softly to heighten the pleasure of her climax.

  Joss’s belly tightened and he felt his cock begin to grow larger and larger, expanding against Caroline’s satin flesh, wetting her hip with the drops of clear fluid that dripped from the swollen tip. They were both ready and he could hold back no longer from buggering his beautiful daughter once more.

  With a quick motion Joss withdrew his fingers from Caroline’s cunt and moved his hands to her hips. He splayed his fingers across her buttocks, digging his thumbs into the divide to spread them wide.

  “You’re so big,” Caroline whispered, her eyes meeting his in the mirror, questioning him. “Surely you can’t -“

  “I will fit,” Joss assured her, and took the massive shaft of his cock in his hand then pressed it against the oiled opening. Caroline spread her long legs wide apart and lifted her hips high for him. He grunted, forced the thick purple glans inwards. A firmer pressure, then, slowly, he began to slide in. In the mirror he saw her mouth open, her teeth clenched, her eyes closed tight.

  She felt good, too good. Joss felt Caroline’s asshole surround his prick with slippery heat, closed around his swollen cock like a velvet vise. She raised her hips back, groaning softly as he exerted ever-greater force. He glanced down and saw that the thickness was going in even as her rectum grew hotter and tighter around his length. He became even more aroused, watching her asshole open to take him in and with a surge of strength he drove his huge prick the rest of the way within her until even the great thick base had entered. Caroline released a sweet grunt of pain from deep in her chest.

  Joss pressed his body against her back, waiting for a moment until her body grew used to the invasion of her asshole. She felt wonderful around him and under him. Her anus was burning hot, contracting around his cock. Her thighs tried to close and he used his legs to shove them further apart. His belly ached and he began to move, pulling back and then thrusting in, giving short little lunges deep up inside her bowels. She moaned softly, her insides slowly growing used to his maleness.

  He wrapped his arms around Caroline’s waist and held her fragrant body close, buggering her steadily, in and out, his over-full balls thumping against the wet lips of her pussy with every thrust. Time and again he shoved himself hard inside her, forced her take his weight on her arms as she lifted her hips up, the soft cushion of her buttocks absorbing the lunges of his hips as he repeatedly drove the full length of his prick deep into her beautiful bottom. He saw her reflection in the mirror: saliva dripped from her open mouth and she moaned, “Daddy - oh Daddy,” over and over just as he’d intended she should.

  “Does it feel good, Caro?” Joss panted as the semen
gathered in his balls, the blood pumping through his body making his cock grow almost painfully hard. He plowed through her rectal walls again and again until his belly tightened, his legs grew stiff and he thrust hard up inside her bowels, felt the clinging suction of his daughter’s back passage begin to jerk the thick liquid up into the shaft in a great strong surge of ecstasy.

  In and out he rode her as he climaxed, hot sperm gushing from his cock deep into Caroline’s ass as he watched her face in the mirror and heard her cry out softly, knowing that she dare not scream her pleasure out loud for fear the guests milling about on the lawn below would look up and see the bride lost in the throes of passionate lovemaking.

  “Ahh,” Joss exhaled his pent-up breath as he slowly relaxed, his hips moving slowly, sensually against the deliciously soft cheeks of his daughter’s ass. He could feel new desire flare up almost immediately and he calmed it down. His hands stroked over her flanks, touched her breasts. He looked at her in the mirror.

  “Yes, Caro, that certainly was good,” he said. “Yes, indeed. And what would the gentry gathered in that marquee think if they could see you now?” The thought made him smile with pleasure, a smile made even broader by the delight he felt in standing with his cock buried in the slippery grasp of his daughter’s back passage, the nearest thing he could conceive to heaven on earth.

  And then a woman’s voice came from behind him.

  “I’ll thank you to take your prick out of my daughter’s behind now, Mr. Fayrfax,” Lady Jane Redgrave said.

  Joss slowly turned his head and saw that he was staring into the barrels of a shotgun. It looked brand new and he assumed it was the one that Sir Piers had intended him to see.

  There was an audible slurp as he withdrew his cock from Caroline’s asshole. Semen trickled from her overstretched anus down between the lips of her cunt. More dripped from the head of Joss’s cock and onto the carpet.

  “I see you are concerned only with your own pleasure now, Mr. Fayrfax.” Jane Redgrave said in disgust.

  “Caroline might disagree, Milady,” Joss said, a slight smile on his lips. “I believe she has come to enjoy being taken in the bottom.”

  Jane’s face showed her shock. “You mean this is not the first time?”

  “No. I introduced her to the pleasure of being buggered a while ago when her horse threw a shoe -”

  “- And she came to you for help,” Jane interrupted. “Is that what you learned in France, Mr. Fayrfax? To abuse young women?”

  “Oh no, Milady, I do that well enough for myself.”

  Joss saw Jane Redgrave’s finger tighten on the trigger and he realized he had gone too far. “At least she cannot get pregnant that way,” he said. “And I have taken nothing from her new husband.”

  Jane snorted. “My daughter will surely thank you for that,” she said.

  Caroline spoke for the first time. “Do you not mean ‘our daughter’, Mummy?” she said as she straightened up and turned round to face her mother.

  “Is that what he told you, Caro? He told you he was making love to his own daughter?”

  “Yes.”

  “Well you’re not. His child was flushed into the sewers under a doctor’s surgery in Harley Street. It cost me five hundred pounds but it was worth every penny. You are Piers Redgrave’s daughter, Caroline. He is your father, not this monster.”

  Caroline Redgrave sat on the bed and buried her face in her hands.

  “Go in the bathroom and lock the door,” her mother said.

  Caroline did as she was told. Joss saw tears in her eyes.

  “What will you do now, Jane?” Joss said, some of his old arrogance returning as he bent and picked up his trousers. He pulled them back up his legs and buckled his belt.

  “Do, Joss? I’m surprised you need to ask. I have just come upstairs to change and saw an intruder enter Caroline’s bedroom. In my fear I rushed to the gun cupboard in my husband’s study and then hurried back upstairs. Determined to rush to Caroline’s assistance I foolishly did not check if the safety catch was on.”

  She looked directly into his eyes. Then she said, “The gun went off.”

  For the first time since the war Joss felt he was staring into the face of the enemy. “You cannot -“ he started to say but Jane interrupted him.

  “I have a classical education, Joss Fayrfax,” she said in a quiet voice. “It was Lord Byron who said, ‘Sweet is revenge ? especially to women.’”

  “No, Jane - no -“ Joss cried and raised his hand in front of his face.

  And carefully and deliberately, without hesitation, Jane Redgrave leveled the shotgun towards him and pulled the trigger.

  A Quiet Weekend

  Friday Evening

  The man lying on top of Emma shuddered in ecstasy and began to come. His hips stiffened as he pressed Emma’s knees back against her breasts and thrust his cock deep within her upturned bottom, pumping out the contents of his balls. Emma felt the warm gushes of spunk in her bowels and stifled a scream into the man’s shoulder, her body responding with a fierce, prolonged orgasm.

  “Oh, darling,” the man said in a hoarse whisper, his chest heaving with the exertion of having spent nearly an hour pistoning his cock back and forth in Emma’s receptive asshole. “That was amazing...”

  “Yes, Daddy, it was,” Emma whispered back, her lips seeking her father’s in a passionate kiss.

  It was not the first time Emma had been buggered by her father. The first time had been three weeks earlier, when Emma and her boyfriend Tom had attended a swinger’s party arranged by their friends Max and Tanya Richardson.

  Soon after she arrived, Emma had been thoroughly sodomized by Max and then gone in search of Tom, entering one of the bedrooms to find a man delighting in fucking a beautiful teenage boy. The temptation to rim the man as he thrust his cock in and out of the boy’s asshole was too great for Emma to resist: but what left her in a state of shock was the realization that, when the man cried out in orgasm, the man buggering the boy was her own father.

  As soon as the boy hurried from the room, Emma told her father she knew he was sexually attracted to her. She had discovered Tom had been sending him photos taken of her on various holidays, pictures where her breasts and pussy were exposed and several where she was masturbating. To her surprise, her father not only confirmed that he had wanted to fuck her since she was a young girl, but he wanted to even more now, when she had grown into a beautiful, sexy woman. The only reason he had never made a move was because he would never betray her trust in him as a loving parent.

  The confession, and her own strong attraction to the most important man in her life until she met Tom, melted Emma’s reserve and, moments later, her pussy was filled to the brim with her father’s long, thick, hard cock, to be followed over the next two hours by her asshole and then her mouth. Their first sex session together had been worth waiting twenty six years to occur, and Emma wanted to feel her father’s sperm in all three holes before she returned home with Tom, sexually replete and needing to fall asleep with her lover’s cock buried in her back passage as a reminder of how wonderful her first experience of incest had been.

  Since the party she and her father had spoken on the phone, late night romantic calls when her mother was in bed and they could whisper to each other recollections of their lovemaking. She loved the way he had poured liberal quantities of baby oil into the furrow of her buttocks, masturbating himself between the cheeks of her bottom before he slid into her welcoming asshole. She loved the softness of his lips on her nipples; his teeth drawing them out to almost painful hardness, the way he knew exactly how to use his mouth and tongue to lick her to a deeply pleasurable orgasm.

  He told her how much pleasure she had given him by taking the full length of his cock, rich with the taste of her rectum, into her mouth, his warm, creamy spunk sliding down into her stomach when he came. And how much he loved the simple pleasure of seeing his own beloved daughter’s naked body, knowing she adored having him pump his sperm in
to her mouth, pussy and asshole.

  As she talked and listened, Emma rubbed her sopping clit and she could hear from his rapid breathing her father was stroking his cock at the same time. She begged him to come for her and he did, his cries of delight stifled to avoid waking Emma’s mother. Emma, knowing that Tom was perfectly happy with her having sex with her father, cried out in ecstasy as loudly as she wanted when she orgasmed, arousing her father to renewed desire.

  Emma soon realised the late night calls were only making her ever more desperate to be fucked: she needed to spend time with her father in person. Tom understood completely and arranged to spend a few days on a business trip to the Middle East. Emma knew it wouldn’t be too much of a hardship for him to leave her: his hosts would ensure his every desire was catered for, especially Tom’s fondness for having sex with willing and beautiful boys, and Emma rang her father and arranged for him to pick her up from the train station early on the Friday evening.

  Careful not to give the inhabitants of the village where her father served as the family doctor anything to gossip about, or, worse, speculate to her mother, Emma dressed demurely in a cotton summer dress and wore a sunhat that highlighted her shoulder length hair, high cheekbones and full lips. What no-one who saw her would know was that she was wearing the briefest of high?cut thong panties under the dress, had left her bra with all the others in her underwear drawer, and had asked Tom to first bugger her and then use his spunk as a lube to insert a large, specially designed and made butt plug into her bottom.

  The cool glass filling her rectum felt excitingly slippery as she climbed into the taxi to the station. Emma wondered how her father would react if she slid it out and asked him if he would like to suck clean the object that made her squirm with delight every time the train jolted. Somehow she knew it would be something he would love to do.

  Told she was pretty all her life, not least by the man leaning against his car waiting for her, Emma was pleased and proud her beauty made her father’s face light up with a mix of delight and desire when he saw her. She felt exactly the same way and had to restrain herself from sliding her arms round his neck and kissing him hungrily. Instead she kissed him softly on the cheek, whispered, “Hello, my darling Daddy,” and walked round to climb in the passenger seat of her father’s vintage Mercedes sports car.