Chapter 8:

Fauxcest 62.

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A Goddess's Desire: The Forbidden Love of Chris and Mamitu

Chris had always been fascinated by ancient civilizations, but he never expected to find himself in the midst of a real-life encounter with a Mesopotamian goddess. His daughter, Mamitu, had revealed herself to him as the deity associated with the underworld, and Chris couldn't believe his eyes.

"Dad," Mamitu said, her voice sultry and seductive. "I know this is a lot to take in, but I want you to know that I've always had feelings for you."

Chris's heart raced as he looked at his daughter, who was now standing before him in all her divine glory. He had to admit, he had always found her attractive, but he never thought anything would come of it.

"Mamitu," he stammered. "I-I don't know what to say."

"Just say you want me," she said, stepping closer to him. "Say you've wanted me too."

Chris couldn't deny it any longer. He had always had a thing for Mamitu, and now that she was offering herself to him, he couldn't resist.

"I want you, Mamitu," he said, pulling her close and kissing her deeply.

Their tongues danced as they explored each other's mouths, their hands roaming over each other's bodies. Mamitu moaned as Chris's hands squeezed her ass, pulling her closer to him.

"I've wanted you for so long, Dad," she whispered in his ear. "I'm going to make you feel so good."

Chris's cock throbbed in his pants as Mamitu dropped to her knees, pulling them down and freeing his hard member. She looked up at him with a wicked smile before taking him into her mouth, her lips and tongue working him over.

"Oh, fuck, Mamitu," Chris groaned, throwing his head back.

Mamitu sucked and stroked him, her hand moving up and down his shaft as she teased his balls with her other hand. Chris could feel himself getting close, but he didn't want to cum yet.

"Stop, stop," he gasped, pulling away from her.

Mamitu looked up at him with a confused expression, but Chris just grinned.

"I want to be inside you," he said, helping her to her feet.

Mamitu smiled and led him to the bed, climbing on top of him and straddling his waist. She guided his cock to her wet pussy, slowly lowering herself onto him.

"Oh, fuck, Dad," she moaned as he filled her up.

Chris grabbed her hips, thrusting up into her as she ground down on him. Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, their moans and sighs filling the room.

"Yes, yes, harder," Mamitu begged, her nails digging into his chest.

Chris obliged, fucking her harder and faster as she screamed his name. He could feel himself getting close again, but he wanted to make this moment last.

"Roll over," he gasped, pulling out of her.

Mamitu did as she was told, getting on all fours and sticking her ass in the air. Chris couldn't resist the sight, slapping her ass before sliding back into her from behind.

"Yes, yes, yes," Mamitu chanted as he fucked her hard and fast.

Chris reached around, rubbing her clit as he pounded into her. He could feel her getting close, her pussy clenching around him.

"I'm gonna cum, Dad," she moaned, her body shaking.

Chris couldn't hold back any longer, cumming deep inside her as she screamed his name. They collapsed onto the bed, panting and sweating as they caught their breath.

"That was amazing, Dad," Mamitu whispered, snuggling up to him.

Chris couldn't agree more, already looking forward to their next encounter.

*****

Fauxcest 63.

* Non fauxcest

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The Goddess of Dreams and the Man Who Loved Her

Chris had always been fascinated by ancient mythology, and the story of Mamu, the Mesopotamian goddess of dreams, was one of his favorites. He never expected to meet a woman who embodied the spirit of Mamu, but when he laid eyes on his daughter's new friend, he knew he had found someone special.

Mamu was a stunning beauty, with long, dark hair and piercing green eyes. She had an air of mystery about her, and Chris couldn't help but be drawn to her. They met at a family dinner, and Chris found himself talking to Mamu for hours, enraptured by her stories of ancient civilizations and distant lands.

As the night wore on, Chris found himself becoming more and more attracted to Mamu. He couldn't believe the way she made him feel, and he knew he had to see her again. He took a deep breath and asked her out on a date, and to his delight, she accepted.

Their first date was even better than Chris could have imagined. They went to a fancy restaurant and talked for hours, laughing and enjoying each other's company. Chris couldn't believe how easy it was to talk to Mamu, and he found himself feeling more and more drawn to her.

As the night wore on, Chris knew he wanted to take things to the next level. He reached out and took Mamu's hand, and she looked up at him with a seductive smile. They left the restaurant and headed back to Chris's place, where they could be alone.

As soon as they were inside, Chris pulled Mamu close and kissed her deeply. She responded eagerly, pressing her body against his and running her hands through his hair. Chris could feel the heat building between them, and he knew he had to have her.

He began to undress her, kissing her neck and shoulders as he went. Mamu moaned with pleasure, running her fingers through Chris's hair and pulling him closer. Chris could feel her nipples harden beneath her dress, and he knew she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

He slipped her dress off her shoulders and let it fall to the ground, revealing her perfect, naked body. Chris couldn't believe how beautiful she was, and he knelt down in front of her, kissing her stomach and running his hands over her curves.

Mamu gasped with pleasure as Chris's fingers found her wet, hot pussy. She was already soaking wet, and Chris couldn't wait to taste her. He spread her legs apart and began to lick and suck on her clit, making her moan and gasp with pleasure.

Mamu ran her fingers through Chris's hair, pulling him closer and grinding her hips against his face. Chris could feel her getting closer and closer to orgasm, and he knew he had to make her cum. He slipped a finger inside her pussy and began to fuck her slowly, making her moan and gasp even louder.

Finally, Mamu couldn't take it any longer. She cried out with pleasure as she came, flooding Chris's mouth with her juices. Chris drank her down, savoring every drop of her sweet nectar.

But Chris wasn't done yet. He stood up and kissed Mamu deeply, letting her taste her own juices on his lips. She moaned with pleasure, running her hands over his chest and undoing his pants.

Chris kicked off his pants and pulled Mamu close, kissing her deeply as he thrust his hard cock inside her. Mamu moaned with pleasure, wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him deeper inside her.

Chris began to fuck her slowly, savoring every moment of their union. Mamu moaned and gasped with pleasure, digging her nails into Chris's back as he fucked her harder and harder.

Suddenly, Mamu's eyes rolled back in her head and she cried out with pleasure as she came again, flooding Chris's cock with her juices. Chris couldn't hold back any longer, and he came hard, filling her pussy with his hot, sticky cum.

They collapsed onto the bed, panting and gasping for breath. Chris wrapped his arms around Mamu and pulled her close, kissing her deeply.

"That was amazing," Mamu whispered, running her fingers through Chris's hair.

"Yes, it was," Chris said, smiling down at her. "I can't wait to do it again."

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Chris, a middle-aged man with a deep appreciation for mythology, found himself inexplicably drawn to his daughter Mamu. With her long, wavy chestnut hair, piercing green eyes, and a petite yet curvaceous figure, she was the object of her father's desire. Chris knew that this was wrong, but he couldn't help himself.

One evening, Chris and Mamu sat in the living room, engrossed in a book about ancient civilizations. The fire crackled, casting a warm, inviting glow around the room. As they turned the pages, their hands brushed against each other, sending an electric current through their bodies.

"Mamu," Chris began, his voice husky with desire. "Do you believe in the power of mythology?"

"I do, Father," Mamu replied, her eyes shining with curiosity. "I think there's always a deeper meaning behind every myth."

Chris took a deep breath, gathering the courage to say what he had been wanting to say for so long. "What if I told you that I've been having... impure thoughts about you?"

Mamu looked at him, her expression unreadable. "I... I don't understand."

Chris took her hand, his thumb tracing circles on her palm. "I desire you, Mamu. I want you in ways that I know I shouldn't. But I can't help it. You're like a goddess to me, and I want to worship every inch of your body."

Mamu's eyes widened, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned in closer to Chris, her lips parted. "What... what do you want to do to me?"

Chris's heart raced as he leaned in to kiss her. Mamu responded eagerly, her tongue darting out to meet his. They kissed passionately, their hands exploring each other's bodies.

Chris gently pushed Mamu onto the couch, his body covering hers. He trailed kisses down her neck, nibbling on her earlobes and making her moan with pleasure. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her nipples.

"Yes, Father," Mamu breathed, her back arching as Chris's lips found her nipples. He sucked and teased them, his fingers pinching and twisting them.

"You like that, don't you?" Chris murmured, his breath hot against her skin. "You like it when I touch you like this."

"Yes," Mamu gasped, her hips bucking as Chris's hand slid down her body. He slipped his fingers under her panties, finding her wet and ready for him.

Chris slid a finger inside her, making her moan louder. He added a second finger, stretching her and preparing her for what was to come.

"Fuck, you're tight," Chris groaned, his fingers moving in and out of her. "I can't wait to feel you around my cock."

Mamu's breath hitched as Chris's fingers found her clit. He rubbed it in circles, making her hips buck wildly.

"Yes, oh yes," Mamu cried out, her orgasm building inside her.

Chris quickened his pace, his fingers moving faster and harder. He felt Mamu's pussy clench around his fingers as she came, her moans filling the room.

Chris pulled his fingers out, his cock straining against his pants. He stood up, his hands shaking as he undid his pants. His cock sprang free, hard and ready.

Mamu looked up at him, her eyes wide with desire. She licked her lips, her tongue darting out to taste her own juices.

Chris growled, his hand wrapping around his cock. He stroked it slowly, teasing Mamu.

"Do you want this, Mamu?" Chris asked, his voice low and dangerous.

Mamu nodded, her eyes never leaving his cock.

Chris stepped closer, his cock hovering just above her lips. "Suck it."

Mamu didn't need to be told twice. She opened her mouth, her tongue darting out to taste him.

Chris groaned as Mamu sucked him, her lips wrapping around his cock. She sucked and licked him, her hands cupping his balls.

Chris couldn't take it any longer. He pulled out of her mouth, his cock glistening with her saliva.

He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock teasing her.

"Please, Father," Mamu begged, her hips bucking.

Chris thrust into her, making them both moan with pleasure. He pulled out slowly, then thrust back in, harder and deeper.

Their bodies moved together, their moans and sighs filling the room. Chris reached down, his fingers finding Mamu's clit again.

"Yes, Father, yes," Mamu cried out, her orgasm building again.

Chris felt her pussy clench around his cock as she came, her moans music to his ears.

Chris followed soon after, his orgasm ripping through him. He collapsed on top of Mamu, their bodies spent.

They lay there for a moment, their breaths slowing down.

"I love you, Mamu," Chris whispered, his lips brushing against her ear.

"I love you too, Father," Mamu replied, her arms wrapping around him.

*****

Fauxcest 64.

(4733 characters)

The Forbidden Love of Chris and Nungal, the Goddess of Prisons

Chris had always been fascinated by ancient civilizations, and his latest obsession was the Mesopotamian gods and goddesses. He spent hours researching and reading about them, but one deity caught his attention more than any other - Nungal, the goddess of prisons.

One day, while he was deep in research, his daughter Ava walked in. She was a stunning beauty, with long black hair and curves that could make any man's head turn. Chris couldn't help but notice how much she resembled the depictions of Nungal he had been studying.

"Dad, what are you reading about?" Ava asked, peering over his shoulder.

"Nungal, the Mesopotamian goddess of prisons," Chris replied, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Interesting," Ava said, sitting down next to him. "Tell me more."

Chris told her everything he knew about Nungal, about how she was worshipped in cities like Nippur, Lagash, and Ur during the Ur III period. He explained how she was associated with the underworld and how she was sometimes depicted with a lion, a symbol of power and strength.

As they talked, Chris couldn't help but feel a spark between them. He had always seen Ava as his little girl, but now he was seeing her in a different light. He couldn't shake the feeling that she was somehow connected to Nungal, that she was a reincarnation of the goddess herself.

Days turned into weeks, and their conversations became more and more intense. They would talk for hours about Nungal, about her powers and her place in the pantheon of Mesopotamian gods. Chris found himself drawn to Ava, unable to resist the allure of the goddess who had possessed her body.

One night, as they were sitting in Chris's study, the tension between them finally snapped. Ava leaned in and kissed him, her lips soft and warm against his. Chris felt a jolt of electricity run through his body as he kissed her back, his hands exploring her curves and her soft skin.

They moved to the bed, their bodies entwined in a passionate dance. He whispered dirty talks in her ear, telling her how much he wanted her, how much he needed her.

"Oh, Chris, yes," Ava moaned as he entered her, her pussy wet and ready for him. "Fuck me harder, make me cum."

Chris obliged, thrusting deeper and deeper into her, their bodies slapping together in a rhythm as old as time itself. He could feel her muscles clenching around him, pulling him in deeper, as she moaned and cried out in pleasure.

"Yes, yes, yes," she screamed as she came, her pussy flooding with wetness.

Chris followed soon after, his cock exploding inside her as he filled her with his seed. They lay there, spent and satisfied, their bodies glistening with sweat....

"I love you too, Chris," Ava replied, her eyes shining with a divine light.

From that day on, Chris and Ava were inseparable. They knew that their love was forbidden, that they were breaking all the rules, but they didn't care. They were in the grip of something much bigger than themselves, something they couldn't resist.

As they explored each other's bodies, they discovered new and exciting ways to pleasure each other. They would start with eye contact, gazing into each other's souls as they kissed and touched each other. Chris would lick and nibble Ava's neck and earlobes, making her shiver with pleasure. He would lick and suck her nipples, teasing them to hard peaks before moving down to her pussy.

He would lick her clit, making her moan and gasp with pleasure. He would finger her, sliding his fingers in and out of her pussy, making her wet and ready for him. Sometimes he would lick her ass, making her cry out with pleasure as he probed her tight hole.

Ava was just as eager to pleasure Chris. She would lick and suck his cock, making it hard and ready for her. She would ride him, her pussy gripping him tightly as she bounced up and down. She would do doggy style, her ass in the air as he thrust into her from behind.

They would try different positions, always eager to explore new ways to pleasure each other. They would do missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, spoons, standing, the chair, the bridge, the lotus, the eagle, the butterfly, the 69, the sideways 69, the anvil, and the pretzel. They would mix it up, always eager to keep each other guessing.

As they made love, they would whisper dirty talks to each other, telling each other how much they wanted and needed each other. They would moan and cry out in pleasure, their bodies moving in a rhythm as old as time itself.

They knew that their love was forbidden, that they were breaking all the rules, but they didn't care. They were in the grip of something much bigger than themselves, something they couldn't resist.

They were in love, and nothing else mattered.

*****

Fauxcest 65.

(4012 characters)

The Rainbow's Allure: A Night with Manzât

Chris, a middle-aged man, had always been fascinated by mythology. One day, while researching Mesopotamian gods and goddesses, he came across Manzât, the goddess of the rainbow and prosperity. Her allure was undeniable, and he found himself longing to know more about her.

One evening, as he was poring over ancient texts, he heard a soft voice beside him. "Hello, Chris," it said. He looked up to see a woman standing before him, radiant and ethereal, with a shimmering aura that seemed to blend the colors of the rainbow. "I am Manzât," she continued, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "I've been watching you, and I see your fascination with me."

Chris was taken aback, but he couldn't deny the attraction he felt towards her. "I-I'm sorry," he stammered, "I didn't mean to stare."

Manzât smiled, her eyes softening. "There's no need to apologize. I find your interest in me... intriguing. Would you like to know more about me, Chris?"

Chris nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. And so, over the next few days, Manzât and Chris grew closer. They shared stories, laughter, and even tears, as they connected on a deeper level. Chris found himself falling for Manzât, her beauty, her wisdom, and her kindness.

One night, as they sat under the stars, Manzât leaned in closer to Chris. "Chris," she whispered, her breath warm against his ear. "I want you to know that I feel the same way about you. I want us to be together."

Chris's heart skipped a beat as he looked into Manzât's eyes. "I want that too," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

And so, they kissed, their lips meeting in a passionate embrace. Chris ran his hands through Manzât's hair, pulling her closer as they deepened their kiss. Manzât responded with equal passion, her hands exploring Chris's body as they lay down on the soft grass beneath them.

Manzât's touch was electric, sending shivers down Chris's spine as she caressed his chest and stomach. She trailed kisses down his neck, her tongue teasing his earlobe as she whispered dirty talks in his ear. "You like that, Chris?" she purred, her voice low and sultry. "You like it when I touch you like this?"

Chris could only nod, his breath hitching as Manzât's hand reached his pants, her fingers tracing the outline of his growing arousal. "I think someone's excited," she teased, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

She undid his pants, her hand reaching inside to grip him firmly. Chris gasped as she began to stroke him, her touch sending waves of pleasure through his body. "Oh, Manzât," he moaned, his hips bucking involuntarily.

Manzât smiled, her lips curling into a wicked grin. "That's right, Chris," she murmured, her voice husky with desire. "Say my name. Let me know how much you want me."

Chris could only comply, his voice thick with desire as he begged for more. "Please, Manzât," he gasped, his hips thrusting upwards as she continued to stroke him. "I want you. I need you."

Manzât's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she leaned down to take him into her mouth, her lips wrapping around him as she sucked and licked him with expertise. Chris's hands reached for her hair, pulling her closer as he groaned with pleasure.

But Manzât wasn't done yet. She pulled away, her lips glistening with saliva. "Turn over, Chris," she commanded, her voice firm and authoritative.

Chris complied, his heart pounding in his chest as he turned over onto his hands and knees. He felt Manzât's hands on his ass, her fingers tracing the curve of his cheeks before she spread them apart.

Chris gasped as he felt her tongue on him, licking him in long, slow strokes. "Oh, fuck," he moaned, his hips bucking as she continued to lick and probe him.

Manzât's fingers joined her tongue, slick with saliva as she fucked him with two fingers. Chris could only moan and gasp, his body trembling with pleasure as she brought him closer and closer to the edge.

Finally, with one last thrust of her fingers, Chris came, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm...

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Fauxcest 66.

(4411 character)

The Goddess's Temple: A Father's Desire

The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows over the ancient city of Ur. Chris, a seasoned archeologist, was hard at work excavating the ruins of a temple dedicated to the goddess Memešaga. He had spent years studying the Mesopotamian pantheon, but he had never expected to find himself in the holy city itself.

As he brushed away dirt from a particularly well-preserved statue, he heard a voice behind him. "Father, I see you've found my temple."

Chris turned to see his daughter, Mia, standing behind him. She had always been fascinated by his work, and had even joined him on a few digs. But there was something different about her today. She wore a flowing white dress that accentuated her curves, and her long dark hair cascaded down her shoulders.

"Mia, what are you doing here?" Chris asked, trying to hide his surprise.

"I came to see the goddess Memešaga," Mia replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "She was always my favorite."

Chris raised an eyebrow. "I didn't know you were so religious."

Mia smiled coyly. "There's a lot you don't know about me, Father."

Chris felt a stirring in his loins. He had always thought of Mia as his little girl, but he couldn't deny the attraction he felt towards her. He had never acted on it, of course, but now he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like.

Mia must have sensed his thoughts, because she stepped closer to him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Father, I know what you're thinking," she said, her voice low and seductive.

Chris gulped. "You do?"

Mia nodded. "I've always known," she said, reaching out to touch his chest. "I've always wanted you, Father."

Chris felt a rush of desire. He had never been with a woman as beautiful as Mia, and the thought of taking her right there in the goddess's temple was almost too much to bear.

Mia must have sensed his thoughts, because she began to undress, her body swaying hypnotically as she revealed her perfect breasts and the curve of her hips. Chris couldn't help but stare, his cock growing hard in his pants.

Mia smiled, her eyes dark with desire. "Fuck me, Father," she whispered, her voice dripping with lust.

Chris didn't need any further encouragement. He pulled her close, his mouth finding hers in a passionate kiss. He could feel her nipples hardening against his chest, and he reached down to cup her ass, pulling her closer still.

Mia moaned, her body writhing against his. She reached down to stroke his cock through his pants, her fingers expertly unbuttoning him and freeing his hard length.

Chris groaned as she wrapped her hand around him, her fingers tightening around his shaft as she began to stroke him. He could feel his orgasm building, but he didn't want to cum yet. He wanted to savor this moment, to make it last as long as possible.

He pushed Mia down onto the altar, her legs spread wide as he knelt between them. He could see the glistening wetness of her pussy, and he leaned in to taste her.

Mia cried out as his tongue touched her clit, her hips bucking up to meet his mouth. Chris licked and sucked, his fingers sliding inside her as he worked her towards orgasm.

Mia's cries grew louder, her body shaking as she came. Chris didn't let up, his tongue continuing to work her clit as she rode out her orgasm.

When she was finished, Chris stood up, his cock glistening with her juices. He positioned himself at her entrance, his eyes locked with hers as he slowly pushed inside her.

Mia moaned, her body adjusting to his size. Chris began to move, his hips thrusting as he fucked her hard and deep.

Mia wrapped her legs around him, her heels digging into his ass as she urged him deeper. "Fuck me, Father," she cried, her voice ragged with pleasure.

Chris could feel his orgasm building again, and he knew he couldn't hold back much longer. He reached down to stroke Mia's clit, her hips bucking up to meet his hand.

Mia cried out as she came again, her orgasm triggering his own. Chris groaned, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his cum.

They lay there for a moment, their bodies slick with sweat and cum. Chris looked down at Mia, her eyes half-closed with pleasure.

"I love you, Father," she whispered, her voice soft and sleepy.

Chris smiled, his heart swelling with love and desire. "I love you too, Mia," he whispered back.

They lay there for a while longer, their bodies intertwined as they basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking.

*****

Fauxcest 67.

(3839 characters)

Forbidden Love: A Father's Desire

It had been years since Chris last saw his daughter, Meskilak. Once a little girl, she had grown into a stunningly beautiful woman, with long, wavy black hair, full lips, and curves in all the right places. She was a goddess, and Chris couldn't believe she was his flesh and blood.

They were sitting in Chris's living room, chatting and catching up. Meskilak was telling him about her travels and adventures, and Chris was hanging on to every word. She had a way of telling stories that made you feel like you were right there with her, experiencing everything firsthand.

As they talked, Chris couldn't help but notice the way Meskilak's eyes sparkled and her lips curved into a seductive smile. He felt a stirring in his loins, and he knew he wanted her. But he also knew he had to tread carefully. She was his daughter, after all.

"So, Dad," Meskilak said, leaning in closer to him, "I've been thinking. Maybe it's time for me to settle down and start a family."

Chris's heart skipped a beat. "Really?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

"Yes," Meskilak said, running her hand along Chris's thigh. "I want a man who knows how to please a woman, who can make me feel desired and loved."

Chris swallowed hard. He knew he couldn't resist her any longer. He leaned in and kissed her, his lips meeting hers in a passionate embrace. Meskilak moaned and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer.

Chris's hands began to wander, exploring Meskilak's body. He ran his fingers through her hair, down her neck, and over her breasts. Meskilak arched her back and moaned, encouraging him to continue.

Chris's fingers found their way to Meskilak's nipples, and he began to caress them, gently at first, then with more force. Meskilak moaned louder and ground her hips against his.

Chris's mouth left Meskilak's and trailed down her neck, licking and nibbling as he went. Meskilak threw her head back and gasped as Chris's lips found her nipples. He sucked and bit gently, causing Meskilak to cry out in pleasure.

Chris's hand continued to wander, down Meskilak's stomach and into her panties. He found her wet and ready for him, and he slipped a finger inside her. Meskilak moaned and bucked her hips, urging him to go deeper.

Chris added a second finger, stretching Meskilak wider. He began to move his fingers in and out of her, building up a steady rhythm. Meskilak moaned and begged for more, her breathing becoming ragged.

Chris could feel Meskilak's orgasm building, and he quickened his pace. Meskilak's moans became louder and more desperate, and she finally cried out as she came, her pussy clenching around Chris's fingers.

Chris removed his fingers and brought them to his mouth, tasting Meskilak's juices. She watched him, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire.

"Now it's your turn," Meskilak said, pushing Chris back onto the couch. She knelt between his legs and undid his pants, freeing his hard cock.

Meskilak wrapped her lips around Chris's cock and began to suck, her tongue swirling around the tip. Chris moaned and threaded his fingers through her hair, guiding her as she took him deeper and deeper.

Meskilak's head began to bob up and down, her mouth and hand working in tandem to bring Chris closer to the edge. Chris moaned and thrust his hips, fucking her mouth.

Meskilak could feel Chris's orgasm building, and she quickened her pace. Chris moaned and gripped the armrests, his breathing becoming ragged.

Finally, Chris came, his cock pulsing as he shot his load into Meskilak's mouth. She swallowed every drop, her eyes locked on Chris's the entire time.

Chris and Meskilak lay together on the couch, their bodies spent and satisfied. They knew they had crossed a line, but they didn't care. They had found a connection that was deeper and more intense than anything they had ever experienced before.

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Fauxcest 68.

(4074 rating)

Chris had always been a devoted father to his daughter, Mullissu. Even as she grew older and more beautiful, he never saw her as anything other than his little girl. But as Mullissu blossomed into a stunning young woman, Chris couldn't help but feel a stirring in his loins. He tried to ignore it, telling himself that it was wrong to think of his own daughter in that way.

One day, as they sat together on the couch watching TV, Mullissu turned to her father and asked, "Daddy, have you ever been with a woman who was as beautiful as me?"

Chris was taken aback by the question. He stammered, trying to find the right words. "Well, sweetheart, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. But I'm your father. It's not appropriate for me to think of you that way."

Mullissu smiled seductively. "But what if I want you to think of me that way, Daddy? What if I want you to see me as a woman, not just your daughter?"

Chris's heart raced. He knew he should say no, that he should put a stop to this dangerous line of conversation. But he couldn't. He was drawn to Mullissu like a moth to a flame.

"Oh, baby," he whispered, pulling her close. "You have no idea how much I want you."

Mullissu moaned as her father's hands roamed over her body. She had been fantasizing about this moment for years, and now that it was finally happening, she couldn't believe how good it felt.

"Take me to bed, Daddy," she whispered. "I want you to make love to me."

Chris didn't need any further persuasion. He scooped Mullissu up in his arms and carried her to his bedroom, laying her down on the bed and climbing on top of her.

They kissed passionately, their tongues exploring each other's mouths. Chris ran his hands over Mullissu's firm breasts, teasing her nipples until they were hard and aching. Mullissu moaned, arching her back and pressing her breasts into her father's hands.

Chris trailed kisses down Mullissu's neck, nibbling on her earlobes and making her shiver with pleasure. He licked and sucked on her nipples, making her gasp and moan. Mullissu ran her fingers through her father's hair, pulling him closer and begging for more.

Chris's hand drifted down between Mullissu's legs, finding her wet and ready for him. He stroked her clit gently, making her moan and buck her hips. Mullissu begged for more, whimpering as her father's fingers slid inside her.

Chris rubbed Mullissu's clit in slow circles, building up the pressure inside her. She moaned and writhed beneath him, begging for release. Chris could feel her getting closer and closer, her muscles clenching around his fingers.

"Come for me, baby," he whispered. "Let go and come for Daddy."

Mullissu screamed as she came, her orgasm ripping through her body like a tidal wave. Chris watched in awe as she rode out her pleasure, his fingers still buried deep inside her.

When Mullissu's orgasm subsided, Chris pulled his fingers out of her and licked them clean, savoring the taste of her juices. Mullissu watched him, her eyes heavy with desire.

"Fuck me, Daddy," she whispered. "I want to feel your cock inside me."

Chris didn't need any further encouragement. He positioned himself at Mullissu's entrance and thrust inside her, filling her up completely. Mullissu moaned, her muscles clenching around him as he began to move.

They fucked hard and fast, their bodies slapping together as they chased their pleasure. Chris reached down and rubbed Mullissu's clit, making her moan and scream as another orgasm ripped through her.

Chris couldn't hold back any longer. He groaned, burying himself deep inside Mullissu as he came, filling her up with his hot, sticky cum. Mullissu milked him dry, her muscles contracting around him as she came again.

Chris collapsed on top of Mullissu, both of them panting and sweating. They lay there for a long moment, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking.

"I love you, Daddy," Mullissu whispered, stroking Chris's hair.

"I love you too, baby," Chris replied, kissing her gently.

They lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, until the early morning light began to creep through the curtains.

*****

To be continued in volume 37...