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  “Goodness, I don’t know if I can,” Alex said. “I’ve come three times already.”

  Are you sure you can’t, Daddy?” Emma asked him in a low, sexy voice as she lay face down on the bed and put her hands behind her, taking hold of the cheeks of her bottom and pulling them wide to display the split peach of her cunt and the puckered opening to her anus to him in invitation. “Because if you’re not up to it I’m sure Tom wouldn’t mind-“

  “Oh no,” Alex said, climbing on the bed and settling himself between her legs, replacing her hands with his so he could hold her buttocks open as he lowered his face into the furrow. “I’ve waited a long time for this treat and I’m not sharing it with anyone,” he said as he started to lick the sensitive surfaces of Emma’s glistening wet pussylips, then circled his tongue round and into the little muscle of her anal sphincter.

  Emma turned her head and saw Tanya and Tom were watching what her father was doing to her, Tom standing behind Tanya, her enormous breasts in his hands, squeezing and fondling the soft flesh and pulling her nipples while he rubbed his cock along the furrow of her buttocks. Emma guessed the sensation would be wonderful for him as the movement would stimulate Tanya’s anus to open and her father’s come would ooze out to drip over the base of Tom’s cock and his balls.

  The sight of Tanya with her eyes closed in pleasure, one of Tom’s hands caressing her breasts while he moved the other down to paddle his fingers between the lips of her sex, distracted Emma from her own pleasure which was intensifying as her father pushed his tongue further and further into her relaxed bumhole. Emma felt opened wide, every part of her sex organs slippery with saliva and semen, desperate to have her bottom filled to capacity with cock, hungrily swallowing her father’s prick up to the balls. She was ready, more than ready, to be sodomized by her own father.

  “Now, Daddy,” she begged him. “Put it in me.”

  But he had other ideas.

  Emma watched as her father reached over to the bedside table for the bottle of baby oil he had used earlier to bugger the boy and poured some into the hollow of her back. He poured more into the palm of one hand, put the bottle down, and rubbed his hands together, oil dripping from his fingers onto the upturned cheeks of Emma’s ass. Then he leaned forward and began to massage the oil over the smooth skin of her buttocks, down to the backs and sides of her thighs and up over her hips, a circular motion that made Emma purr with pleasure every time he opened the furrow and pressed his thumbs into her anus and between the lips of her cunt, her syrupy sexjuice adding to the warm slipperiness of the oil.

  Time and again her father’s fingers pushed into Emma’s cunt with an audible sucking sound, the hole drawing them in. She felt her anus tingle with anticipation and gasped with delight when he pushed his thumbs into her asshole, oiling the first few inches of her rectum in preparation for being invaded by his cock. Her desire was raging now, so desperate was she to be sodomized that she kept lifting her hips toward him, her every sense focused on her anal sphincter which he repeatedly massaged open but determinedly refused to fuck until he was ready.

  Again Emma saw her father reached for the baby oil. This time he poured the liquid onto his cock, letting it dribble down the shaft and drip from his balls onto her bottom. Holding the glans between his thumb and forefinger, he massaged the oil over every inch, even down between his legs and pushed an oily finger into his own asshole, making his cock grow even stiffer, more swollen with the intensity of his desire. He dropped the bottle on the floor and leaned forward so that he could steady himself with his hands on Emma’s waist, his prick jutting like an iron bar from his groin, quivering, massively erect.

  The sensation as he settled himself so the shaft of his oily prick lay between the slippery cheeks of her ass, the base between the puffy lips of her cunt and his balls against the erect tip of her clit and then began to masturbate all three pleasure centers at the same time was so intense Emma cried out within seconds, her whole body shaking as she climaxed. She had expected that her father would be skilled in arousing her, that he would instinctively know which buttons to press to heighten her pleasure, but even she had underestimated how skilled he was in heightening her passion and making it work to his advantage.

  Emma wanted to rest, needed a moment to gather herself, stop saliva drooling from the corner of her mouth onto the pillow, her breath from rasping in her throat, her breasts from heaving, her belly from quivering in orgasm. She wanted to be back in control of her ecstasy as she usually was with Tom, not totally at the mercy of the man still working his prick back and forth between the cheeks of her ass. But it was no use. Her father climbed on top of her, one hand sliding under her body to cup a breast, raised himself so that his cock pointed downward, and flexed his hips so that he could push the slippery crown just inside Emma’s anal sphincter. Then he used his weight to sink downwards, the swollen head sliding past the tight grip of Emma’s anus and into her rectum. He only stopped when every last inch of his cock was buried in her back passage, his balls butted up against the lips of her cunt.

  “Oh god, Dad,” Emma moaned into the pillow. “That feels incredible!”

  Emma heard a soft gasp to her left and turned her head to see Tanya bent double, her ankles in her hands, the huge globes of her breasts enveloping her face as she presented Tom with her receptive asshole, filled to overflowing with Alex’s gooey come. Tom’s eyes met Emma’s, obviously intensely aroused by the sight of her being buggered by her father while he and Tanya watched, steadied himself with a hand on Tanya’s waist, took his cock in his hand and made her gasp with delight as his hugely-hard cock slid into her bumhole. Emma guessed Tanya would take every bit as much pleasure as she was in being fucked hard and deep in her tightest hole.

  Impaled by her father’s prick, Emma slid a hand down between her legs to feel his hard cock where it entered her, then rubbed her clit and finger-fucked herself as her Daddy began, slowly and sweetly, to bugger her.

  “Oh...that’s good...” Emma moaned as her father thrust the full length of his cock right up into her bowels. “Oh...oh...oh god, Dad, that’s soooo good. I want you to fuck my ass so much...”

  “I know, darling,” he said, pulling back his prick, thickly coated with come and baby oil, so that the throbbing tip distended the sensitive ring of his daughter’s anus. “And me you,” he groaned and slowly sank his cock back into Emma’s rectum until the whole length was buried once more in her back passage, oily liquid oozing from her overstretched sphincter.

  Back and forth her father shuttled his cock in Emma’s rectum, at one moment sheathing the whole length in her bottom and grinding his hips against her buttocks making her squeal with the sensation of being stuffed absolutely full, the next withdrawing so that she felt empty and longed to feel his cock back where it belonged, buried deep in her churning bowels.

  Sprawled out beneath him, her eyes closed in pleasure, arching her back up to swallow the length of his cock as it ploughed into her rectum, Emma felt as if her whole being was concentrated in her asshole, as if her breathing was being controlled by the strength and depth of her father’s thrusts into her bottom. She felt impaled, transfixed, her desire mounting to a fever pitch as she neared climax and started to moan, “Yes-yes-yes, oh YES!” willing her father to come at the same time as she did, to prove how much he loved her by pouring out the contents of his balls into her sucking, clenching bumhole.

  Alex groaned, “Oh god - Emma - I’m - I’m - coming!“ each word forced out from his chest as he thrust his cock as deeply as it would go into her asshole, holding himself rigid as he climaxed. Emma felt hot sperm bursting from his prick, flooding her oily, sperm-slick rectal sheath with even more creamy come. As his hips convulsed and he pulsed out his pent-up spunk, Emma shook beneath her father, her own climax spreading out from her cunt in waves of ecstasy, an ecstasy shared by Tom and Tanya whose own bout of sodomy finished with Tom grinding his hips against the cheeks of Tanya’s bottom, his prick spurting yet another load
into his hostess’s greedy ass.

  So thoroughly fucked and buggered she only had strength to pull on her dress, Emma managed to kiss Max and Tanya good night, smile as Max gave her an affectionate smack on her exposed, now tender ass, and made her father promise he would ring her the next day to tell her how her mother had reacted to the news that he had finally managed to fuck and bugger her. Then she followed Tom docilely, thankful he was driving and would ensure they reached home safely. She fell asleep in the car, a little grin of satisfaction on her face that a new chapter had opened in her life, one that offered endless exciting possibilities for incestuous sex in the future.

  The Blacksmith

  It was almost unbearably hot in the smithy. Searing coals glowed a fierce red in the furnace as Joss Fayrfax worked a horseshoe on his anvil. Outside the summer heat showed no signs of easing even though it was nearly five in the afternoon. Joss, who had been at work since dawn, suddenly decided he could take no more and he threw the half-worked shoe into a trough of water where it hissed and spat.

  He walked to the door and filled his lungs with fresh air. What breeze there was brought the smell of his sweat to his nostrils and Joss took off his shirt and went to wash.

  He primed the pump with three or four strokes and bent his head under the flow of cold water. Then he straightened and rubbed a cloth across his broad barrel chest and down his muscular forearms, wiping away the soot and grime that had gathered from the long day’s work.

  Over six feet tall, with fine features and piercing blue eyes, Joss Fayrfax had learned the blacksmith’s trade from his father, inheriting the smithy when the old man died. He was not long returned from France, alive in body but dead in his mind after serving as a sniper in the mud and blood of the battle of the Somme. A great livid scar now traveled the length of Joss’s thigh: it had caused him many months of agony in a hospital bed that jagged shard of shrapnel, but it had also meant he survived as very few did.

  Filling a bucket, Joss carried it into the smithy and set it down on his workbench. He stripped off the apron made of sacking he wore round his waist, unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants. Ladling water in his great strong hand, he savored the pleasure of rubbing the cloth up the inside of his thighs and over his genitals.

  His balls felt full, swollen with sperm. His huge cock, instantly hard, jutted out from his flat stomach. The skin over his glans, taut and tight, peeled back when he reached down and wrapped his fingers round his cockshaft and moved his hand slowly and firmly up and down its full length. Stroking himself felt good and the pressure of his pent-up semen made him ache to release his seed.

  Joss stood up and reached for the length of thin cord suspended from a hook set in the roof which he used to hobble high-spirited horses that might kick him. Then, holding his erect cock to one side with his wrist, he carefully tied a slipknot round the soft skin between his pendant balls and the thick shaft.

  He pulled the slipknot tight and tugged his balls away from his body, making them bulge. The constriction made his cock swell up even harder so that it was like a great iron bar of masculine flesh. The bite of the cord felt good.

  Standing with eyes closed, Joss took the end of the cord in his left hand and closed the fingers of his right over the bulging glans of his cock, slick with oily pre-come. Then he started to masturbate, pulling down on the cord as he did so.

  A mixture of pain and pleasure radiated from his sex organs across his belly and up along his arms and chest. His cock seemed to grow even harder in his hand as he used the cord to pull his balls further and further away from his body. The more he pulled, the more he had to raise himself to allow for the stretching until finally he was standing on tiptoes. If he sagged, the cord tightened another centimeter and the pain and pleasure grew almost unbearable as his balls moved even higher into the air.

  Joss’s pleasure grew and he stroked himself harder and faster, his breathing become more labored as he concentrated on his approaching climax. A stream of pre-come poured from the tip of his cock as he arched his body up, trying to keep himself fully extended so that the cord did not feel as if it was tearing his balls from his body while he pumped his bulging cock hard with his hand. Then the intensity of what Joss was doing to himself overwhelmed him and he climaxed in a great rush of intense sexual satisfaction. Spurt after spurt of thick sperm burst from the taut tip of his glans and splattered onto the floor of the smithy as waves of hot pleasure coursed through his body.

  When his orgasm had subsided, Joss slackened the cord, slowly untied it and left it hanging from the hook. He stood for a moment, breathing hard. His balls felt like they were on fire but he had achieved a release of the tension that had almost, but not quite, quieted his fuck-hunger.

  He would have taken a few more seconds to recover but he heard a female voice call sharply from the yard, “Hello in there?” and he hurriedly pulled his trousers up his legs and retied his belt.

  Outside a young woman was standing next to her horse. The stallion was favoring its left hoof, trying not to put its weight down. The woman was disheveled, with a smear of mud across her cheek and a tear in the thigh of her tight riding pants.

  “You took your time, Mister Fayrfax,” the young woman said sharply. “Did you not hear me calling?”

  “No, miss, I did not,” Joss said, his eyes meeting hers steadily.

  The girl reminded him of her mother. She had the same long golden blonde hair which she wore untied so that it framed her face. Her complexion was porcelain fine, setting off her big, blue eyes and wide, sensual mouth. Her breasts were like her mother’s, so big they pushed out the tight material of her riding jacket.

  Joss cast his eye admiringly over the girl’s bosom and then down her long shapely legs. Her name was Caroline Redgrave and she was the daughter of Sir Piers Redgrave who owned the estate, which surrounded the village.

  “How can I help you, Miss Redgrave?” Joss asked.

  “Ajax threw a shoe,” she said. “Up on the gallops. Threw me too, the bloody beast. I need you to reshoe him for me. Now, so that I can get home.”

  Joss felt his hackles rise. He did not work for Sir Piers and being told what to do by his daughter was something he need not accept.

  “I’m sorry, Miss, but I have finished my work for today. You may leave Ajax here if you wish. I will stable him until I can do the job in the morning. You can collect him at midday.”

  “Oh good god, man,” Caroline Redgrave snapped at him. “Don’t be so bloody stupid. It’s three miles back to the house and I have to get ready for dinner.”

  “I’m sorry, Miss Redgrave,” Joss said firmly. “Leave Ajax or walk him home, the choice is yours. I am concerned only for the horse. Not your dinner arrangements.”

  “Damn you, Fayrfax, shoe the bloody horse like I told you to!” Caroline Redgrave cried in fury, stepping forward and raising her crop towards Joss’s face.

  Astonishingly fast for a man of his bulk, Joss caught her arm as it descended and twisted her wrist behind her back, pulling her hard into his chest. She struggled to get free but could not.

  “How dare you!” Caroline raged. “Let me go!”

  Very quietly Joss said, “Your mother once spoke to me like that. A few days before I was due to go to France. My Dad had left me in charge of the smithy and she came calling. It was hot, just like today and I was fuck-hungry. Just like I am today.”

  Joss paused for a moment. Then he said, “You remind me of your mother in so many ways...”

  Caroline tried to struggle but Joss held her firm, holding her hard against his body so that her breasts rubbed against his bare chest, her belly against his groin. He saw from her eyes that she felt his cock was hard once more.

  “Let me go, Mister Fayrfax,” Caroline said, and Joss could tell she was making an effort to take the anger from her voice. “I’m sorry-I didn’t mean-”

  Joss acted as if he had not heard her.

  “And then,” he said slowly, “when I was holding your mother
in my arms, just as I am you now, I thought, what were my chances of coming back alive from the war? No one else had that I knew. So what was there to stop me satisfying my fuck-hunger? Eighteen years ago, that was. Eighteen years since I last thrust my prick into a Redgrave. And I reckon it’s time I took my pleasure with another one...”

  Caroline Redgrave was breathing hard in fear. Joss could see it in her eyes. “Please, Mister Fayrfax,” she whimpered, “I said I was sorry!”

  With no effort at all Joss bent and hooked his arm under Caroline’s knees and lifted her into his arms.

  “Shall we go inside?” he said in a low, cold voice. “I’m sure your horse will be safe out here for a while...”

  The smithy was hot and dark and smelled of semen. Joss put Caroline down and stood between her and the door. He could see she was shaking with fear and looking for a way to escape. But there was little point in her trying, the smithy was over a mile from the village and he would have caught her easily. There was even less point in screaming for help with no-one around to hear.

  Joss slowly unbuckled his belt. His eyes met Caroline’s as he slid his pants down his long, muscled legs and stepped out of them, exposing his huge cock, hot and hard with the intensity of his lust. He wanted her to see how aroused he was, to know that he was excited because he held her captive and was looking forward to what he was about to do to her.

  “Oh god, no, Mister Fayrfax,” she said, looking down at his engorged cock. “Please - I - “

  “ - Talk too much,” said Joss, watching Caroline carefully as he walked over to a side wall and took down several lengths of rope that were hanging from a hook.

  “What are you going to do?” Caroline asked, her voice betraying her fear.

  “Do what I do to any proud animal while I’m going about my business,” Joss said coldly. “Hobble it.”

  Caroline Redgrave rushed at him, trying to get past. He grabbed her easily and took hold of one arm, holding it out in front of her body while he tied the rope round her wrist. Then he tied the rope round her other wrist.