He clutched her to him tightly, her back pressed against his chest. His hairy arms encircling her body, so that she could not move. The palms of his large hands, kneading her swollen breasts, lightly squeezing her engorged nipples until her milk dripped out, wetting his fingers and the bloom of the alabaster paleness swell of her four months pregnant body.
They had been lying in this position for the past half-hour. This was his bed, a large king size with thick mattress, covered with soft satin sheets. He moved slowly inside her, fucking her with long slow strokes, sometimes forcing himself as far in as he possibly could, as though he was trying to invade deep into the recess of her womb.
She could feel the huge girth of his solid penis as he fucked her. The squishing sound when he moved in and out of her was obscene to her ears. She already had three orgasms and was almost exhausted by the intensity of his lovemaking but still he was firm and had not ejaculated. Her vagina was soppy with her secretions, her pubic area soaked and matted. Still she could feel another spasm as his hairy chest pressed into the small of her smooth back as she felt his balls against her buttocks.
He felt her trembling again as her muscles clamped tightly around his phallus. Her breaths came in gasping intervals as he rocked against her. He began to fuck her faster, this time not caring for her pleasure but his. He squeezed her breasts until she whimpered in pain. Turning her body slightly towards him, he raised himself on his arms and his mouth seeks her nipple. He latched onto the right protrusion and sucked her. The sweet taste of her milk flowed onto his tongue as he began to swallow.
Then she felt him stiffened momentarily. Even in her throes of fulfillment, she felt as though his penis had swell to fill her completely as he began to shudder against her.
The act of sucking, tasting and swallowing her milk had finally made him reached his climax. He pressed tightly against the softness of her buttocks as he began ejaculating deep inside her vagina. Spurt after spurt of his incestuous sperm exploded deep into her. He called out her name, "Julie, baby", Frank gasped as he shot his cum inside his only daughter. His mouth clamped tightly onto her nipple as he kept sucking and drinking her flowing fountain.
Julie Santini lay on her father's bed, as she felt him filling her. Gradually, she felt his hold on her slackened and his mouth released her nipple. She felt him grow soft as his penis slipped out of her. His cum flowed out onto her inner thighs. The room, although air conditioned, reeked of their sexual secretions and sweat. Her father's huge, 200 pound body, was giant-like compared to the slim 25 year old woman he held in his arms.
Frank Santini, the 58 year old Senator, kissed his daughter's shoulders as he extracted himself from her. Sitting up beside her in the dim light of his bedroom, he caressed her naked body gently. His hand moved down to touch the beginnings of the gradual swelling of her stomach. It was his grandchild that her daughter was pregnant with. He took a deep breath knowing that they had committed the ultimate taboo act, more so, knowing that his sperm was now inside her body, coating his grandchild. Looking down at Julie, Frank saw that she was already asleep. He knew that he had made her cum so many times that night and she was exhausted.
He kissed her forehead and covered her nude body with the blanket. He got off the bed and headed for the bathroom. Frank got under the shower and washed himself. He thought back to the previous month when William, Julie's husband, had informed him that he was leaving for Brazil to start on a road building project and would be gone for a month. He had assured William that the project was a big step for his career and that he should not worry about Julie. The project was in the interior of Brazil's heartland and no place for Julie, especially when she was already four months pregnant with their first child. Frank was a widower, his wife, Julie's mother had succumbed to cancer almost ten years before. Frank had assured William that Julie should stay with him for the time being. After all, he was the Senator and Julie could be his hostess when he entertained at home.
Julie and her father did not have a close relationship. He was always too busy with his political career and when her mother died, the parental link was even further eroded. She had gone to college and only saw him when he was in town for business. She was always in awe of him. She saw Tom Santini as a someone in the corridors of power, always in the media and heading towards a top political position. To those who did not know of their kinship, they would not suspect that the two were father and daughter. Tom was a huge man, built like a tank while Julie was petite, slim and beautiful, with long, flowing black hair. Although she was tall, she came only up to Tom's shoulders. She had met William when she worked in the same construction firm and they had fell in love almost at first sight. William was a partner of the firm and when they married, she had stopped working. When William had to leave for Brazil to take charge of the project there, they decided that she should stay with her father until such time when he could send for her. Tom Santini had immediately agreed to the arrangement and he was glad to have and to know the daughter that he had neglected for too long.
Julie moved into her father's palatial house and loved the surroundings. Tom too was happy to have her with him and both father and daughter began to learn about each other. They talked a lot, about the mother and wife that both missed. Tom began to notice his daughter and realized that she had grown into a lovely woman. And now that she was pregnant with his grandchild, the glow of impending motherhood made her more beautiful and vibrant. Sometimes, before bedtime, when Julie was in her nighties, Tom could see the silhouette of his daughter's body when he passed her room. One evening, he paused at her doorway and when she bent down to pick up her dropped comb, the loose nightie exposed her breasts. Tom's breath caught in his throat when he saw for the first time his daughter's full breasts and her engorged nipples, standing out, pink against pale white flesh. He quickly step away and headed for his room. Tom could not believe the sudden feelings of wanting and the slow hardening of his penis. He tried to brush off the vision of what he saw but he could not.
On the third week, when Tom walked by Julie's room, he saw her sitting on her bed, her hands brushing against her eyes. He saw that she was crying. "Julie," he called out, "what is it honey," as he walked into her room. He stood in front of her.
"Oh Dad," she looked up at him.
"What is it Jules, are you sick," he asked her.
She clasped her face in the palms of her hand. "No Dad," she said softly, "it hurts......."
"What is it honey," Tom sat down beside her and took her hands in his. "Should I call Dr. Hendricks", he asked urgently, "is it the baby?"