He fucked her from the back, as they lay on their sides, cupped together like spoons.

He had her get on her hands and knees while he fucked his cock into her cunt doggy fashion.

They fucked kneeling face to face and standing up with Elizabeth's legs wrapped around his hips as he lifted her up and down on his formidable tower of cock meat.

They sucked each other off, taking turns, and then they did it at the same time, inverted into the sixty-nine position.

And it was while they happened to be sixtynining that her father came home unexpectedly and caught them at it.

There was a great deal of shouting and threatening.

Uncle Charley, shamefaced and sheepish, packed his bags and left. Elizabeth, naked on the bed, hid her face in the pillow, afraid to look her father in the eye, sobbing mightily. The girl was deeply ashamed at having been caught and she was also heartbroken that Uncle Charley had been sent away – and that she would never again have that lovely big prick stuffing her cunt to the brim and pouring delicious cum into her mouth.

Her father sat grimly beside her on the bed. He put his hand on her shoulder. She trembled violently. He stared down at her nubile, naked body and frowned.

"You've been a very wicked girl."

"I know," she sobbed, her face still buried. "Don't you know that it's wrong to blow your uncle?"

"I know it's wrong," she wailed. "But I just couldn't help it, Daddy – his cock tastes so good."

"Hmmm," said her father.

His hand moved on her shoulder, stroking. "Has he been fucking you, too?" he asked. The girl nodded.

"Why, that's incest!" he exclaimed.

"I know," she cried. "But it felt so lovely!" He thought for a moment.

"Do you realize that fucking your uncle is just as wicked as if you were to fuck, say, your father?"