Although in this enlightened era, many sexual taboos are falling by the wayside, and sexual matters are enjoying a freedom of discussion previously unknown in this society, the sexually free individual is often condemned by his peers, many times without referring to the facts. Such wholesale condemnation is to be shunned by all intelligent persons as unworthy, still, the so called promiscuous individual is seldom accepted by a society still suffering from years of repression. The Puritan ethic, so influential in the building of this country's society, with its emphasis on work and deemphasis on pleasure, still abounds. Pleasure for pleasure's sake is still decried, as is sex for its own sake.
Also to be noted in this context is the almost universal taboo against incest, or sex between members of immediate families, even if unrelated by. blood. Although the strictest definition of incest encompasses only those closely related by blood, the common meaning also encompasses those related by marriage and legal ties. Since the original taboo against incest arose in early times to prevent undesirable matings between those tied by blood, to avoid the possible consequences of inbreeding, this last meaning is a later one, arising perhaps from the natural jealousy of older men and women for their younger relations. However, in today's society, with birth control methods readily available to the public, the earlier definition loses its force, and we are left with a society induced taboo.
In this novel, several different aspects of incest are explored, growing from a father's initial encounter with his daughter and expanding to include his sister and brother-in-law. The father's horror and self disgust at his actions provide the main theme, with the new morality represented by his daughter. The secondary characters also reinforce this theme, as aunt and uncle are swept up by the sexual freedom of the daughter.
Incest occurs in all societies, with no bounds of class. Although many believe, as does the father, that only 'low class' persons indulge, it is not impossible that the same situation explored in this book may exist in any social level, perhaps even among your next door neighbors!
If Steve Keaton's desires seem perverse, it is only because they are unfamiliar. Human nature tends to shun that which is unknown, fearing even to try and understand that which is foreign. It is to be hoped that those who read this book will do so with understanding as well as interest, and will try and comprehend the emotions and needs of those involved. We must attempt to reach an understanding of the darker sides of our own natures, if we are to truly understand ourselves and our society. Customs change, and what is unacceptable today might be the norm tomorrow, and vice versa. The open minded individual must rise above the restrictions of social acceptability and accept and understand other standards, not condemning an action or situation because it is different from what he is accustomed to.
CHAPTER ONE
"It's for me!" Diane shouted, running downstairs at the first ring of the phone. "I'll get it!" She swung around the corner of the stairs, her baby doll pajamas flying up over her tanned legs, revealing a flash of firm young buttocks.
Steve Keaton glanced up at the sound of the phone, followed by his daughter's excited young voice, then sank back into his chair, frowning slightly as he watched Diane's unceremonious descent. He shook his head. He must have told her a dozen times not to parade around the house in such revealing garments, but his words had fallen on deaf ears. Steve coughed sharply and rustled his paper, intending his disapproval to halt the girl's precipitous dash.
But Diane was in a world of her own, the phone cradled by her ear as she listened to the low voice of her boyfriend. Her heart was thumping rapidly with excitement-she had just known he would call, known that he hadn't meant what he'd said a few nights before, known that seeing him with that fat Marsha Simmons hadn't meant anything.
"Yeah, baby," the voice was saying. "Of course I do. But I don't think you do or else you'd ... you know...."
Diane sighed, her spirits plummeting. It was going to be the same thing again ... Bob pleading, his voice loving then turning cold as she put him off. She cast a quick glance over her shoulder at her father and lowered her voice, almost whispering into the phone.
"I can't talk now. Maybe you could drop by later on...."
"Look, Di," Bob's voice said coldly. "We've talked. I don't want to talk anymore, if you know what I mean. If that's what you want to do, I just don't have the time to waste anymore, dig? Look, this is 1976, baby, not the late '50s. You're a cute kid and all that, but you're gonna just hafta get with it, y'know? And if you don't ... well, Marsha was saying just yesterday...."
Diane swallowed as the boy's threat slid by her ear, his voice trailing off suggestively. "You just don't understand," she hissed. "It's not me ... I mean, it's my Dad. He won't let me...."
"Yeah, yeah, we've been through all that. How he won't let you be out after eleven and all that crap. Well I think it's just an excuse, and even if it isn't, there's plenty of time before eleven. I'll pick you up at seven, honey, and this time you better get with it." There was a brief pause, and the boy's voice went on. "Look, honey, I love you. That's all. And I want to show you how much I do, okay? And if you feel the same way...."
"Yes," Diane whispered hurriedly. "I do, you know that! I love you, too, darling. But. . . "
"No fucking BUTS," Bob snapped. "Seven o'clock."
The phone clicked and Diane looked unhappily at the dead instrument in her hand. Then she replaced it and turned to go upstairs.
"Diane!"
Diane turned at her father's voice. "Yes, Daddy?"
Steve got up and walked across the room, facing his young daughter, his eyes going over her disapprovingly, then glancing hastily away at the sight of her almost nude body, her young curves hardly hidden by the thin cloth.
"Was that, Bob Denvers? I've told you...."
"What d'ya have against Bob? You've never liked him!" Diane cried, glaring at her father.
"Nothing, honey. It's just that he's so much older than you are, and I just don't think he's a suitable companion for you," Steve said lamely. "And I've told you not to run around like that ... it's indecent. If you're old enough to go out with that boy, you're too old to be running around half naked in front of men."
"God, you're positively medieval!" Diane snapped. "I'm fourteen years old, Dad! Fourteen! Why, Juliet was only...?
"Thirteen. Yes, I know all that," Steve said wearily. "And I strongly doubt if she ran around the castle half naked, or her father would have beat the daylights out of her! But that's beside the point ... "
"The point being what?" Diane snapped. "You don't want me to have any friends! Just like you! You want to lock me up forever! Ever since Mom died, you've been just awful! Well, I won't do it-I'm not gonna let you turn me into a ... a ... HERMIT! You can sit in here and rot, but I'm not! And there's nothing wrong with the human body, either! You're sick!"
"That's enough, young lady," Steve said harshly, stung by her references to his dead wife. "I may be sick and old-fashioned and everything else you've said, but I AM your father, and if you don't start acting like a young lady, I will lock you in, and any court in the country would uphold my right to do it! Now go put some decent clothes on and try and conduct yourself like a lady. I won't forbid you to go out with Bob Denvers, but any more of this nonsense, and I will.'
Diane opened her mouth to make a stinging retort, then closed it quickly, seeing the expression on her father's face. He's realty mad this time, Diane thought quickly, looking at Steve's suffused face. He was staring at her peculiarly, a muscle working in his cheek, his eyes fixed on her face. As Diane stood there indecisively, one hand on the stair rail, Steve's eyes dropped, then returned to her face, a red flush spreading over his cheeks.
"GO! Right now!" Steve hissed.
Diane turned to go, puzzled, and glanced back over her shoulder. Her father was still standing there, his eyes glued to her body, a dull red flush spreading over his face. Diane shuddered and ran up the stairs, wondering where she had seen that look before. It was so familiar ... Suddenly, a picture flashed through her mind. Bob, staring at her, begging her to let him touch her, with the same expression in his eyes.
Diane checked the time impatiently. Ten of seven. She swore to herself and rummaged through her dresser drawers frantically, searching for something to wear that would appease her father and appeal to Bob at the same time. Her father had told her again at supper that he expected her to dress 'like a lady,' adding that that meant no jeans, and no halter top. And when she had attempted to protest, he hadn't even listened, merely repeating that she either dressed 'like a lady' or she didn't go out at all. Diane had almost brought up the weird way he had been looking at her, but something made her hold her tongue and murmur agreement. And here it was ten of seven, and she had nothing, absolutely nothing to wear.
"God! I just can't win-my Dad thinks I'm a whore, and Bob thinks I'm a prude," Diane whispered viciously, eyeing a skirt and sweater in distaste. She pulled the sweater over her head, shivering a little as she remembered the look in her Dad's eyes. "I'll show them. What you wear doesn't matter anyway. And I'll be damned if I'll let that old Marsha have him." With this series of jumbled thoughts, Diane snapped the skirt around her slender waist and ran downstairs.
Steve looked up, his eyes going over his daughter. She stood in front of him demurely, her body encased in a sweater and skirt, and Steve nodded approvingly, aware of a slight twinge of disappointment. He thrust it down hastily.
"That's better, dear. You look just fine," Steve said. "And I'm sure Bob will approve also, if he's a decent young man."
Diane stared at her father, pressing down a wild urge to laugh, remembering the way he had looked at her before. I must have imagined it, she thought. He's so stuffy ... She was just beginning to wonder again when the doorbell rang, and she turned to go with a sigh of relief.
"Be back by eleven!" Steve called after her retreating form. He sighed, shaking his head as the door banged behind her. Kids sure grew up fast-he could remember when she was born, and now ... Steve picked up the paper again and buried himself in the news, unwilling to swell on the reality of his grown up daughter. If only Sandra was still alive, he mused. She'd know what to do.
He could still remember his wife in exact detail, although she had been dead five years now. He could almost see her slender body, her honey blonde hair, her firm breasts, her strong smooth legs, her ... With a start, Steve pulled himself together, realizing that he had been visualizing his daughter's body, not his dead wife's!
"God, I need a woman. Any woman," he muttered. "I've got to pull myself together. This will never do." He rose from the couch and went to the liquor cabinet, pouring himself a stiff drink, his shaking hands sloshing the liquid unsteadily. "I must be going crazy." He cast his mind back, trying to remember the last time he had had a woman, but all of the bodies he had used since Sandra died were faceless, mere receptacles for his lust, and the tantalizing image of his daughter kept floating in front of them, obscuring them.
"I've gotta get out of here!" Steve decided. "Go to a bar, pick up a broad ... Jesus, I'm cracking up!" He set the drink down with sudden determination and went to get his coat.
"My God! Where'd you get that outfit?" Bob asked in amazement as Diane slid into his car.
"My father made me wear it," Diane said defensively.
"God, he sure has some awful taste," Bob laughed. "Or maybe that's it, huh? He figures if you dress funny none of the guys'll bother you? Wow, you've really got a weird old man, honey!"
"I don't want to talk about him," Diane said defensively. "Where are we going?"
"Oh, the beach I guess," Bob said, glancing at her. "You haven't forgotten our little talk, have you?"
Diane shivered slightly, more from nervousness than anything else. "N-no. But isn't it kinda cold?"
"Well keep warm," Bob answered calmly. "Here, honey, have some of this." He reached into the back seat and pulled out a bottle of beer, handing it to the girl. "Opener's in the glove compartment."
"Uh ... my Dad ... I mean, I don't drink," Diane said nervously. "Look, maybe...."
Bob pulled the car to the side of the road abruptly. "Maybe what?" he asked coldly. "Look here, Diane, I could have taken Marsha with me tonight, or anybody else. You wanta go home? Maybe it's not too late for me to call somebody else. I've had it up to here with you."
"N-no. I'll drink it," Diane said quietly, remembering how happy she'd been when Bob asked her out the first time. A senior, asking her out! All her girlfriends had been so jealous ... She opened the bottle and took a slug of beer, choking at the taste.
"'Atta girl," Bob said approvingly. "You'll feel a lot better now! Don't worry, honey, I won't make you do anything you don't want to. It's just that I love you." He shot a glance at the young girl, seeing her relax visibly at his words. "I love you a lot, honey, more than anybody else."
"I love you, too," Diane said weakly, feeling the beer warming her stomach. "It's just...."
"Yeah, yeah, I know," Bob said soothingly. He slid his hand across the back of the seat. "Come on over closer, honey," he whispered. "You're so beautiful. . . "
Bob glanced around. They were still parked on the side of the road, a fairly untraveled highway. Only an occasional car whizzed by. The boy pulled the girl firmly to his side, his hand cupping her shoulder. She giggled, melting against him, and his hand traveled slowly down her side, brushing past her firm young breast.
"That's better, honey," Bob whispered, feeling a sudden tightening in his groin. "Just relax and trust me. I won't hurt you...." He slid his fingers over her breast, cupping it in his palm and rubbed gently, feeling her nipple harden in his palm. He glanced around again, wishing they were down at the beach, but not wanting to relax his advantage. Diane was still pressing against him without resistance, and he continued to stroke her breast absently, his mind darting as he considered the possibilities.
"Oooo, Bob," Diane murmured. "That feels weird!" She shivered, the movement causing her to press against him, and Bob pulled her to him, almost into his lap, bending down and kissing her upturned face, his lips meeting hers. Diane's mouth parted under his, and his tongue shot into the warm cavity. He was trembling now, his hot young passions leaping out of control, his cock jumping in his jeans.
"Wow, you sure can kiss good," Bob mumbled, coming up for air. He pulled the girl even closer, his hands running all over her breast, massaging her bosom unashamedly. "At least you don't wear a bra," he muttered, snaking one hand inside the girl's sweater and cautiously reaching for her tit. "Oh, honey...."
Diane pulled away slightly, her body tensing as the boy's hand touched her breast. "Not ... not here, Bob. Someone'll see."
"No they won't. Just relax," Bob said, his breath coming harshly. "Just relax, honey, and show me how much you love me. You're so beautiful ... I love you so much ... just let me...." He grasped her breast firmly, pulling her sweater up around her shoulders. He was shuddering with desire, and he groaned as her tits came into view, two creamy mounds tipped with erect buds of scarlet. "Oh, honey, honey, I love you so much it hurts! Honey, I can't wait ... I love you too much to wait." Bob bent forward, his mouth settling over one of the girl's breasts, his tongue lapping at her erect nipple.
Diane shuddered as the boy's hot mouth closed on her breast, and a thrill shot through her, leaving her weak and trembling. He was working his lips around her nipple now, chewing gently on the hard bud, while his free hand snaked down between her legs, parting her thighs, his fingers insistent. Somewhere in the back of her mind a warning bell went off, but it was almost impossible to move, with his body heavy on hers and a sweet lassitude stealing through her body. Diane groaned, her legs spreading, loosening, opening, and Bob's hand continued upwards, his fingers reaching the edge of her nylon panties.
"Oh, darling ... let me ... I love you ... let me touch you. . . " Bob muttered, almost beside himself. He trembled, trying to control the urge to just push her down on the seat and shove his aching cock into her. He knew he had to take it real easy-if he ever wanted to see her again, but it was almost too much to bear. He looked down at the girl. She gazed calmly up at him, her body gleaming white in moonlight, her skirt high around her waist, her exposed breasts rising and falling with her breathing, and Bob was lost.
With a muttered curse, the boy reached down and ripped open his jeans, his prick springing out. He didn't even notice the girl's instinctive pulling back as he pressed her down on the seat, frantically scrambling into position between her thighs.
"Wait ... wait a minute ... BOB...." Diane murmured, trying to get away from the suddenly frightening stranger who was pulling down her panties, his hands no longer gentle.
"I can't," Bob muttered honestly. "Relax, relax-I won't hurt you...." He ripped the girl's pants down and hunched above her, poising his cock between her legs.
"NOOOOOO...."
"If you love me, you will!" Bob snapped, his patience gone. "Now stop acting like a goddamn KID!"
Suddenly a blaze of light filled the car, illuminating Diane's disheveled clothing, sliding slowly along her spread legs and bare bosom...
CHAPTER TWO
"No, Bob, I just can't. Not after what happened," Diane whispered, pulling back from the boy's hands, remembering all too vividly the policeman shining his light in the car window, seeming to linger on her bare body.
Bob slumped back. They were parked in front of Diane's house, and he had been getting nowhere fast. He swore to himself, mentally cursing that cop for breaking in-just when he'd been almost in! He flushed with remembered embarrassment, recalling his frantic efforts to get his prick back in his pants, the only desire left to get out of there as fast as possible. God, that cop couldn't have picked a worse time, and he'd known it, too. Bob swore again, remembering the man's barely disguised laughter, and the way he had kept the flashlight beam focused on Diane's body, no matter how she had tried to squirm away. And now, she was totally freaked out-wouldn't even let him touch her tit, when before she had been spread-eagled in front of him, her legs wide, ready for him. Bob groaned.
"Don't worry about it, honey. He let us go, didn't he?"
"Yeah, but he could have ... oh, Bob! What if he'd taken us to the station and called my Dad?" Diane's voice broke.
"Yeah, yeah. Don't cry, for chrissake. Everything's okay now, honey. So why don't we...."
"I can't! Not here, not now. I just can't. Maybe tomorrow ... Oh, I don't know what to do. I'm so embarrassed," Diane wailed. "That man ... he kept staring at me, like I was...."
"I said don't cry! I mean it, Diane! This is ridiculous-nothing happened. It's all over. Now shut up!" Bob stared at the girl, his erect cock shrinking under the onslaught of her tears. "I must be crazy even putting up with a kid like you. Marsha lets me come to her room, did you know that? She's not a stupid little kid like you, scared shitless of her father. I'm too old to go sneaking around like this for a fucking feel, for God's sake. What the hell am I supposed to do now, go home and jerk off? Jesus, you make me sick. And I thought you loved me-hell, you're too much of a baby to love anything except your dolls."
Diane stared at him, appalled. "You mean-you and Marsha-do it? In her house? Ooooooohhh ... I HATE you! You ... mean ... you PIG! And you said you loved me!"
"Wait ... honey! I didn't mean it. It's just that a guy has to have a woman. I'd rather it be you, but if you don't love me, then...." Bob shrugged, eyeing the girl. He wasn't exactly horny any more, but he regretted his earlier outburst. After all, there was no comparison between fat Marsha and this lovely girl. And he had been so near ... "Honey, I do love you. And Marsha is nothing to me." He snapped his fingers. "But you know how it is. I want you so bad it's driving me crazy. I was gonna give you my ring tonight...."
Diane stopped crying and glanced at Bob. He smiled at her encouragingly, no longer the frightening stranger who had handled her so roughly. "Your ring?" she asked slowly. "Oh, Bob...."
"But you know what that means, don'tcha? It means I'd have to give up other girls ... even old Marsha. And you'd hafta take her place ... dig?"
"But ... not here," Diane murmured, glancing at Bob. "I just couldn't. . . "
"All right, not here," Bob agreed hastily. "Let's go inside ... your old man looks like he's gone out for the night. And it won't take long ... look, honey, I won't even do anything if you don't want me to. But you acted like you liked it before." He slid his arm around her and gave her a quick squeeze. "Look, I'll give you my ring now. There, now we're going together. So can't I come in with you, just for a minute? I won't even touch you...."
Diane looked at the ring the boy had pressed into her hand, opened the car door and led the way to the front door. "Dad may come home any minute."
"No he won't," Bob said triumphantly, gesturing at a note on the table. "See, he even left a note." He scanned the paper rapidly. "Won't be back until late. So don't worry about it, baby." He grasped the girl's arm and pulled her into the living room towards the couch. "Ah, this is more like it."
Diane looked around nervously, then sat decorously on the edge of the couch, staring at Bob. He pulled her to him, his hands moving familiarly over her body, and she stiffened.
"Relax, baby. I'm just gonna give you a little kiss," Bob murmured. "Show me you love me, baby. Show me how much you love me." He covered her mouth with his, stilling any protest, and worked his hands under the girl's sweater, his hands moving confidently on her bare flesh. Diane quivered under his touch, and his sorely tried cock began to swell again in his jeans. This is it. I've got her now, the boy thought, continuing to kiss the girl's parted lips, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth, while his hand played with her hardening nipples. Finally he raised his head, never stopping in her caressing.
"Ooooo, don't stop," Diane whispered, wrapping her hands around the boy's neck and trying to draw his lips to hers again. She shivered-his hand on her breast was making her feel all limp and warm, and she shuddered again. "I love it when you kiss me...."
"Good," Bob muttered, dropping his hand casually to the girl's knee and beginning to work upwards between her legs. Diane jerked back and stared at him, her eyes wide. "Now, honey. Don't worry ... I won't do anything," Bob soothed. "Look, why don't you just help me a little, and we'll get along just fine? Oh, honey, I want you so bad...." He inched his fingers up the girl's leg, stroking deftly, feeling her slowly relax under his touch. His cock was pounding against his jeans, and he grunted a little in pain. "Just ... take my cock out, honey. Just hold it in your hand, okay? Please, honey."
Diane felt her hand being guided slowly, inexorably to Bob's groin and she stiffened again, resisting, then allowed it to be placed atop his throbbing dick. She started-it was so HARD under her fingers, and seemed to pulse with a life of its own! She remembered the brief glance she had caught before they had been interrupted before, and a wild curiosity shot through her-to see it again, to feel it in her hand. Slowly, she moved her fingers, unzipping the boy's jeans, gasping as his cock sprang free.
"Oooo, it's so BIG," the young girl murmured. "And it's moving ... and jumping...."
"Jesus," Bob breathed. "Oh honey. I love you. Now stroke it, up and down, honey. Please, just rub it up and down...." He placed his free hand on hers, showing her how, and sank back against the couch, shaking all over under her ministrations. He could hardly believe the inexperienced touch of her hand was turning him on so-but it was true! In another minute, he'd be cumming all over the place, and he wanted to bring her off first so she'd let him do it again.
"Is that how?" Diane asked innocently, her hand stroking Bob's dick slowly.
"Oh, GOD! YES! OHHHH!" Bob convulsed suddenly, his good resolutions down the drain, and hunched forward wildly into the girl's hand. His free hand slid between her now unresisting legs, up to the damp nest of her nylon covered cunt, and he pulled at her pants frantically, scrabbling wildly at her unfledged pussy. He knew that he was going to explode any minute! He groaned, sinking his finger into her crotch, meeting no resistance!
"Oooo, Bob," Diane muttered. "That feels ... OOOOO, that feels GOOD!" She pumped her hand up and down on the boy's cock, wriggling her behind as his finger touched her cunt, feeling her insides grow warm and weak with desire. She shivered-she had felt this way before, at odd moments, and now she knew what it meant! She spread her legs, hoping that he would keep on and on, that he would never stop.
"OHHHHH! BABY! GOD!" Bob groaned, twisting his hips wildly, pumping into the girl's hand. A dim haze seemed to obscure his mind as he drew near orgasm, blinding all rational thought. With a grunt of lust, he reached up and pulled the girl sharply down, pressing her head to his overheated crotch.
"SUCK IT! PUT YOUR MOUTH ON IT! OH GOD, HONEY, DO IT! I'M GONNA SHOOT!" the boy muttered, forcing Diane's blonde head against him.
Diane couldn't breathe! Her face was pressed tight against the boy's groin, and as she opened her mouth to protest, his cock slid between her lips, entering her mouth! She choked and gagged, all senses rebelling against this abrupt invasion, and squirmed feebly against his grasp, trying to break free. He had quit stroking her pussy, and she felt a wild spurt of anger at his insensitivity, leaving her high and dry as he sought his own pleasure!
"Oh, honey, honey, please, just suck it a little, I'm gonna cum in your mouth, please, please, I love you, honey, please," Bob crooned in a strangled voice, holding the girl's head against him with both hands, then drawing back and beginning to thrust into her open mouth. His hips rose and fell, pumping into her lips, his pubic hairs smashing against her nose as he pumped vigorously against her face. He could feel his balls hardening and lifting as the inevitable surge of orgasm swelled inside him, and with a final cry, he pounded forward full length into her mouth, his dick exploding into her throat, sending great choking streams of semen into the depths of her throat! "SHIT, LOVER, I'MMMM CUMMMMIIINNNGGGggg!! ! "
"MMMMMGGGHHH!" Diane choked, spluttering and gagging, as the heavy tide of semen hit her throat. She gagged again, then swallowed, not knowing what else to do! Bob seemed pleased-he held her head tightly, still crooning in that strange tense voice, and the girl felt a thrill of pride, replacing her anger.
"OH, BABY! SWALLOW IT, HONEY! Swallow it ALL!" Bob groaned, scarcely believing that she was actually doing it! Even Marsha refused to swallow his cum, always spitting it out after he had finished! But this girl-she was swallowing it all. He could feel her throat muscles working on his cock, milking him dry, and he groaned again, holding her tight as he finished, then drawing her up beside him, patting her head gently.
Diane eyed him a little nervously, embarrassed. She had never heard of doing such a thing-and now she had done it. She shuddered, remembering how unpleasant it had been when he first thrust into her mouth. "Do uh, other girls do that?" she asked timidly.
"Sure, all the time," Bob bragged. "But you were really fantastic! Best cocksucker I ever met!" He patted her on the head again, feeling a glow of pride, as if he had created her. "You liked it, didn't you, honey?"
"Well ... I guess," Diane said doubtfully. "If you're sure it's okay to do it. I don't know-I've never heard of that before."
"Yeah, old Marsha does it to me all the time," Bob said shrewdly. '"Course, now she won't hafta-that is now that we're going together and all." He leaned back against the couch, idly surveying his now limp cock. Then his glance fell on the girl beside him. She looked lovely-her blonde hair mussed around her flushed face, her sweater open and exposing her firm tits, and Bob felt a sudden resurgence of interest. He reached over and ran a hand possessively over her breast, noticing that this time she didn't flinch at all, merely accepted the touch of his hand.
"Uh, honey, why don't you give me a little action again ... you know, get it up? Sorry I got so carried away before, but we can take up where we left off." He patted her tit suggestively and Diane blushed, suddenly flustered again. But the touch of his hand was anything but unpleasant, and she felt a quick reawakening of desire.
Curious as to what would happen now, Diane leaned closer to her boyfriend, pressing her bare breasts against his arm. "What d'ya want me to do?" she whispered.
"Ah ... why don't you suck it some more?" Bob said reasonably, perfectly willing to feel the touch of her lips again. "Real slow and easy-like this time, while I get you ready. Okay?" He stroked her body slowly, lifting her skirt up around her waist and exposing her slender thighs. He ran a finger over the front of her bikini panties, laughing to himself as she quivered, then carefully pulled the panties down her legs, exposing the lightly thatched mound of her pussy.
Diane shivered as the air hit her crotch. She looked around dimly, still not believing that she was sitting here on her living room couch with her practically naked body spread amongst the cushions, and a boy touching her private places. She shivered, knowing that she should put a stop to this before it went any farther, but she couldn't make herself move. Her limbs felt warm and heavy, and the same sweet lassitude spread over her, making her open her legs languidly to his touch.
"Ooooo, Bob," Diane whispered. "I love you." She wriggled happily under his hand, opening her legs to him, eager for him to continue with what he had stopped before, to keep it up this time until something happened. She didn't know what, but she knew something was going to happen!
"Yeah, baby, I love you, too," Bob said absently, stroking the curly blonde thatch, then slipping his finger between the moist lips of her cunt. "Now just relax, and I'll make you feel real good. And ... uh ... why don't you suck me some more, huh?"
Diane moved slowly, as if in a dream, bending over and taking Bob's cock in her hand. "Oh, it's so little now," she giggled, surprised.
"Not for long," Bob grunted. "Just slide it in your mouth, honey, and do like you did before." He had gently opened her cunt while he was talking, and now he inserted a finger into the tiny vaginal opening, wriggling it and pressing in slightly, trying to contain his growing excitement. This was a lot harder than doing it to any of the other girls he'd had-girls like Marsha just lay back and spread their legs! Bob stroked gently, feeling another glow of pride that he was doing so well breaking this one in!
Diane followed the boy's instructions, bending forward and capturing his cock between her lips, drawing it in. She hesitated for a moment, not exactly sure what to do, then sucked timidly. The prick swelled between her lips, and she drew in more strongly, feeling it grow and fill her mouth with its exciting hardness, and she felt an answering twinge in her belly. Filled with a strange excitement, she dipped her head up and down, feeling the boy's dick grow in her mouth, feeling no revulsion, only pride at her accomplishment.
"Oh yeah, baby, that's the way," Bob muttered, feeling his dick harden rapidly under the ministrations. He opened her cunt wide, thrusting a finger deep inside, and she winced slightly with pain. "Open wide, baby doll," he commanded. "I'm gonna put it in!" With a sudden move, he pulled his cock from her mouth and thrust her back on the couch, kneeling between her thighs and preparing to enter her virgin cunt.
Diane lay back, smiling slightly, her insides jumping with mingled excitement and fear. This is it, she thought crazily. He's gonna do it to me! Right now. ...
"Go on, darling," she murmured. "Do it. . . "
"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON??? YOU FUCKING PUNK! GET AWAY FROM HER!" a voice shouted. Diane blinked, looking up at Bob's face. An expression of anger mixed with fear was spreading over the boy's features.
"God ... it's your Dad-Diane?" the boy whispered, sinking back on the couch. Diane looked around for confirmation, then closed her eyes against the ugly reality. Her father was standing beside the couch.
CHAPTER THREE
Steve Keaton had left the house earlier that evening, his thoughts confused. Hardly daring to admit to himself the reason for his turmoil, he blundered downtown, visiting every bar along the way, swallowing a quick Scotch in each one until he finally had blurred the edge of his fury. And now he sat in a dim booth, nursing a half full drink, staring blindly at the dimly lit room.
A girl materialized out of the gloom, assessing the level of his drink and the possible extent of his pocketbook in one practiced glance. Apparently reassured by what she saw, she bent over him, letting her breasts almost brush his face, and asked if he wanted another drink in a low voice.
"Sure. 'Nother drink," Steve mumbled. He peered up at the girl through an alcholic haze, saw a blur of blonde hair around a heavily made-up face. "Siddown. Have drinkie wi' me."
"Not allowed to, mister," the girl said briefly, disappearing, then reappearing with a full drink. "Two-fifty."
Steve counted out three dollar bills and laid them on the tray. "You married? I was," he remarked conversationally "Not any more. I've got a daughter about ... no, don' wanna talk 'bout her."
"Okay, mister," the blonde said soothingly, glancing quickly at the size of his bankroll. "Look, we close in a little while, and I'll have a drink with you then, okay?"
"Sure," Steve muttered, peering at the woman again. She was nicely shaped-at least she seemed so in the dark, and her voice was friendly. Steve shrugged. He'd come out for a woman, and here one was. Maybe she'd help him forget the tantalizing visions of his daughter that kept floating through his brain.
Several hours later, Steve left the woman's apartment. He had managed to perform the physical functions required, but the brief explosion had done nothing to banish his mental anguish. He staggered home in an alcoholic daze, the brief encounter already receding to the back of his mind, the woman joining the horde of faceless bodies already filed away. Bitter disgust at himself and his whole situation filled him, and he muttered fiercely to himself as he unlocked the door of his house.
"Gotta stop this. Stupid. Stupid," he mumbled, stumbling into the house. Suddenly, his feet were arrested by a strange sound that seemed to be coming from the living room. Low murmurs, giggles ... . Steve shook his head sharply, wondering if he were dreaming, then staggered to the door of the room and stopped dead, his eyes widening incredulously.
His daughter was lying on the couch, her skirt around her waist, her blonde pussy bare, her sweater open over her boobs. Steve's breath caught in his throat as he surveyed the enticing picture for an endless moment, his brain whirling as he tried to comprehend, his crotch tightening involuntarily. "Fuck," he breathed. "Beautiful ... beautiful pussy...." His hand strayed to his groin automatically, touching the hardening bulge in his trousers, then jumping away-as if burned-as he realized it was his own daughter. He groaned slightly, stepping back and closing his eyes as if to blot out the picture that seemed permanently seared on his vision, and noticed what he had been too stunned to notice before. Diane wasn't alone. Another figure was crouched beside her, another hand stroking that open pussy, and her head was bent, her mouth filled With COCK!
Steve stood perfectly still, watching. He couldn't move, even if he wanted to. And he was not all that sure he wanted to! His hand dropped to his cock again, hovering over the hard bulge, and he touched himself, his eyes glued to the undeniably exciting sight of his daughter sucking a cock. He found himself wondering how her lips would feel on his prick, how warm and soft her mouth would feel as he pounded into her face, how she would whimper under his strokes, her cheeks bulging, how she would swallow his sperm ... His hand clenched over the throbbing shaft in his trousers, squeezing almost painfully, as he stared, hypnotized. And the voice broke through the dark thoughts swirling in his mind. His daughter's voice, as the boy pulled his prick from her mouth and squatted between her open thighs. Steve stiffened, his hand dropping to his side, as he heard his young daughter's voice beg the boy to 'do it to her' ... Steve groaned and flung himself into the room, his anger rising from his throat in a shrill scream.
"YOU FUCKING PUNK! GET AWAY FROM HER!" The two on the couch separated, the boy pulling back in obvious terror, his cock shrinking at the sight of the enraged father, the girl cowering into the cushions, hiding her face. Steve strode into the room, his mind filled with one desire-to grab this kid and pound the daylights out of him! The fleeting thought of his own initial reaction only served to make him more furious, and he rushed over to the couch, reaching out and grasping the boy by the shoulders, pulling him away from his daughter.
"GET OUT OF HERE! AND IF I EVER SEE YOUR FACE AGAIN, I'LL KILL YOU!" Steve flung the boy aside, propelling him towards the door.
Bob scrambled to his feet, shoving his rapidly shriveling cock into his jeans and heading for the door without a backwards glance at Diane or her father. He had never run up against an angry father before, but he knew that it wouldn't be exactly healthy to hang around! He paused at the door, glancing back to make sure he wasn't being followed, and Steve shook his fist angrily.
"She's only a CHILD! Fourteen! I could have you in jail!" Steve shouted, glaring at the boy wildly.
"Child, hell!" Bob answered. "She gives the best blow-jobs in town!" He turned and ran with this parting shot, and not a moment too soon, because Steve charged at him like a wounded bull, his face suffused with rage.
"I'LL KILL YOU!" Steve raged, as the door slammed behind the boy's retreating form. He turned slowly, staring at his daughter, who hadn't moved during the exchange. "And as for YOU...."
"Daddy?" Diane peered up at her father in terror. He looked like a stranger, his face dark with anger, and she realized with a sinking heart that he was drunk. She could smell the whiskey on his breath as he lumbered over to her, staring down at her, and she shuddered with fear, trying to pull her clothes over her body.
"You little slut," Steve breathed. "How long has this been going on? Hmmm? 'Best cocksucker in town?' MY DAUGHTER!? ! HOW MANY HAVE THERE BEEN?" He reached down and grabbed the girl, shaking her.
"None! N-none!" Diane sobbed. "He ... he was the first. He made me do it! Honest! He didn't do it to me! HONEST!"
"Slut," Steve said, still shaking the girl furiously. "Well, you won't shame me again. I'm gonna lock you in from now on. There won't be any more of this shit going on if I have to chain you to the bed! The minute my back is turned! God...." He stared at the girl.
"I'm not lying," Diane sobbed. "I won't do it again. Please, let go ... you're hurting me!" She twisted in her father's grip, the movement exposing her carelessly covered body again, and Steve stared at the bare flesh, his grip tightening on her arm.
"Not yet I'm not," Steve grunted through gritted teeth. "Turn over, you little whore. I'm gonna make sure you remember this." He sat down abruptly on the couch, hauling the girl over his lap, ignoring her cries.
"No! Please! Daddy! Don't whip me!" Diane cried in real terror. She hadn't had a spanking for years, and humiliation flooded her. "I'll be good!"
"Damn straight you will," Steve muttered, holding the girl still and pulling his belt free with his free hand. He surveyed the girl's upturned butt, absently noting the creamy smoothness of her skin, and raised the belt, smacking her solidly with it.
"N-NOOOOO! PLEASE! STOP!" Diane screamed, twisting wildly, trying to escape the punishing lash. The leather belt bit into her buttocks, stinging unendurably, and she screamed with real pain now, her heart pounding frantically as she tried to escape!
"SLUT! WHORE! I'LL SHOW YOU!" Steve grunted, slashing at his daughter's bare buttocks, his frenzy increasing as the red weals crisscrossed her creamy skin. With each stroke, she flinched and squirmed away from him, digging into his lap, her bare pussy smashing against his trousered leg, and he slashed grimly on, ignoring her cries. He was dimly aware of his growing excitement as he whipped the girl, and he hesitated for a moment, stunned by his physical reaction to the warm body on his lap. The memory of how she had looked with her mouth full of cock swept through his mind, and, scarcely knowing what he was doing, he suddenly pushed her to the floor, pressing her face against his groin.
"What ... what are you doing?" Diane moaned, sinking to her knees. "Don't hurt me any more ... please...."
Steve stared at his daughter, feverish excitement coursing through his veins, blinding him to everything but the angry pounding in his groin.
"Take it out," he said quietly. "You like to suck prick so much-suck mine" He reached down and grasped the girl's head, fumbling with his zipper with his other hand. "Go on. Do it, or I'll whip you until you bleed! Suck my prick, bitch."
Diane moaned. The whole thing was turning into a nightmare. This couldn't be her father. Her father was a little strict, sure, but this hard voiced stranger who had whipped her until she cried and was now going to force her to suck him ... no, it couldn't be! Diane's mind rebelled against the entire concept-there were words for what was about to happen. Terrible, whispered words...
"N-no ... I can't...."
"Yes you will," Steve grated, ripping open his trousers, freeing his cock. A portion of his mind recoiled in horror at what he was about to do, but the liquor that he had drank earlier mixed with the unsatisfied lust raging through him to obscure all rational thought. He wasn't even thinking that this was his daughter any more-she was just another girl, who had sucked off other men and was refusing to do it to him. He wrenched her mouth open and slammed into her throat.
"Now suck! SUCK IT UNTIL I CUM ALL DOWN YOUR THROAT!" Steve grunted, pumping forward, his swollen cock stretching the girl's lips. She stared up at him, her eyes wide with terror, and moved her mouth feebly in protest ... and then began to suck. Steve pumped forward, his blood racing as she began to use her mouth.
"That's it! Suck it, you little slut! Suck it good! like you did his! Did you swallow it! Did you swallow his semen? You little whore! You love it, don't you? OH GOD!" Steve began to jerk and hunch against his daughter's face, his lust rapidly approaching climax as he felt the warm wetness of the girl's mouth. She was actually sucking him now, her lips moving up and down the engorged shaft of his penis, her eyes shining as she sucked greedily at his rod! He didn't believe it-she was getting into it, sucking at his cock little a stick of candy, moving her body in time to the strokes, her tits bouncing and shaking as she bobbed back and forth, her tongue swirling eagerly over the surface of his cock!
Diane didn't know what had come over her. She had been terrified when her father had entered her mouth, his actions contrary to everything she had ever been taught. But as he began to pump smoothly in and out of her lips, something broke inside her, her insides melting and burning with excitement! Her mouth began to work eagerly on the hard shaft, and she found she was anxious to taste his cum! She had just swallowed Bob's without tasting it-suddenly, she wanted to taste it, to savor the barely remembered flavor! With a shudder of excitement, she wondered if her father would do it to her ... after she finished sucking him off. She tried to thrust down the terrible thought, knowing that it was wrong, wrong to think this way about any man, and doubly awful to think it about her own father! But his cock felt so good in her mouth, sliding smoothly into her throat, filling up her mouth with its hardness! She twitched, feeling a sharp thrill shoot through her at the thought of that cock between her legs, entering that place that Bob had teased to an unbearable pitch, and then left unfilled! She grunted around her father's cock, saliva running down her chin as she sucked at his shaft, and her body began to move in rhythm with her strokes as her senses took over, totally obliterating any shred of morality.
"EAT IT! EAT IT! OH, YOU LITTLE BITCH!" Steve yelled, gripping the girl's head with his fingers, sinking his fingers into her hair. "YOU LOVE IT! YOU'RE SUCKING MY COCK! AND YOU LOVE IT!" He reached down, grasping one of her bouncing tits with his hand, rolling the nipple between his fingers, marveling at the firm texture. Diane looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with delight, and the age-old look in his daughter's blue eyes sent Steve over the brink!
"HERE IT COMES! EAT IT! EAT MY CUM! OHHHHHHHHH! UNGH, UNGH, I'M CUMMING!" Steve gave a last shout, plunging into the bottomless depths of his daughter's throat, his insides convulsing and exploding as he climaxed, his cock shooting out gobs of heavy cream into the girl's mouth! And she swallowed-every drop, her young lips working eagerly on his cock, milking him dry. Steve collapsed forward, his body trembling with the last spasms as she drained out his cum, and they both fell to the floor. Diane snuggled against the man, rubbing against him wildly, her body craving release.
"OH ... DADDY!! ! DO something please," the young girl begged, pearly cum sparkling on her lips dripping from the bubbly corners of her mouth, wild with desire. Her pussy burned and stung, and her insides were churning with desire. "I ache all over ... I feel funny ... please, please, I'm sorry I was bad...."
Steve pulled the girl to him, his drained cock dangling on his leg, his hands automatically running over the warm body that pressed to his. With the explosion of his orgasm, his insane lust had drained from him with his anger, and he looked at the girl almost in bewilderment, suddenly realizing what he had done. He had forced his motherless daughter to suck his cock, his own baby girl!!
CHAPTER FOUR
Diane squirmed around, looking up into her father's face. He was peering at her, his face blank, then filled with horror as the realization of what he had done filled him.
"Oh, Lord," he muttered, closing his eyes, wishing the floor would open and swallow him. He opened his eyes again, hoping that maybe he had imagined the whole thing, but Diane was still there, looking at him cautiously.
"Are you still mad, Daddy?" the girl asked timidly. "I mean ... are you gonna hit me again?" again?"
"Oh God," Steve repeated, struggling to a sitting position. His head whirled sickly, and he gave it a brief shake to clear it, staring at his daughter as if she had suddenly grown horns. She sat up, too, wincing at her bruised buttocks, and he pulled her to him in an agony or remorse. "Let me see, honey," he said gently, turning her around, flinching at the sight of welts-HIS welts on her raw, whipped ass. "Oh God, honey, I didn't mean to hurt you." He ran his hand over the tender flesh.
"It isn't that bad," Diane said bravely. "And I guess I deserved it." She eyed the man uncomfortably, wishing that he would stop stroking her ass in that bemused fashion. She knew that they had just done a terrible thing, but somehow she couldn't seem to think of it that way, not as long as he kept rubbing her ass. A warm glow spread through her, radiating from her rear, filling her belly and setting her pussy to twitching again. "I feel so sunny, Daddy. Kind of ... squirmy inside. Do you think. ... that is, will it hurt me? Doing what I did ... swallowing that stuff?"
Steve looked at the girl closely, feeling a thrill of renewed lust at the sight of her blossoming bare breasts. Suddenly, he knew what he was going to do, and he knew that no power on heaven or earth was going to stop. He was going to fuck her. He was going to spread her out right here on the living room floor and crawl between her thighs and give it to her. He groaned, horrified at the thought of seducing his daughter, but knowing still that he was going to do it.
"No, honey. You just ... well, you just need to ... oh, hell." Abandoning explanations, Steve pulled the girl to him, unbuttoning her skirt and throwing it aside. "You're beautiful, honey. Just beautiful," he murmured, feasting his eyes on the girl's nude body, his eyes dwelling on the firm curve of her tits, then sliding down the gentle slope of her waist to the patch of golden curls at her groin. With one hand, he pushed her gently down on the floor, spreading her thighs and stroking the exterior of her cunt.
"Oooo," Diane murmured, abandoning herself to her father's hands. His finger opened her gently, stroking the puffy lips of her cunt, then dipping lightly into her vagina. "It feels all wet down there, Daddy. Is it?"
"Yes," Steve muttered hoarsely. "All wet and juicy." He slid his finger up and down the long groove of his daughter's pussy, spreading the moisture over the surface of her cunt, rubbing gently at the tiny nub of her clitoris. He feasted his eyes on the bounty spread before him, peering into the moist pink depths, touching gently the spongy flesh, sighing as it quivered under his touch as if alive. He rolled the marble like clitoris between his fingers, relishing the girl's low moan of desire.
"Does that feel good, darling?" Steve asked softly.
"Ohhh, yes, Daddy," Diane moaned, her hips thrusting automatically against the searching hand. "I've never felt this way before! Do it some more ... OOOHH!" The young girl gasped with delight as Steve began sliding his finger gently into the pulsing pink hole of her vagina, dipping in and out, while his thumb constantly rolled her clitoris.
Steve stroked his daughter's pussy, trembling with the urge to ravish her. His cock had hardened again rapidly, and was standing straight up at attention, the head bobbing and pulsing as blood engorged the shaft. He stood up suddenly, to remove his trousers, and Diane looked up at the interruption.
"Don't stop, Daddy," the girl moaned, her legs twitching with tremors. "I feel so strange-like something's going to happen inside me!"
Steve hurriedly dropped beside her again and sank his finger into the willing depths of her cunt. She squirmed up to meet him, and he fingered her a few times, insinuating his rigid finger into her pulsing hole, finger fucking her. The girl rolled and moaned on the floor, and Steve speed up his finger strokes, scarcely daring to breathe as he brought his daughter nearer to orgasm. She was thrashing on the floor now, her hips jerking uncontrollably, and he plunged his finger in deeper, wriggling it around, feeling the spongy insides of her vagina begin to ripple and pulse.
"OOOH! WHAT'S HAPPENING! OHHHH! I'M COMING APART! OHHH DADDY! HOLD ME! OOOHHHHHH!" Diane cried suddenly, her entire body convulsing and writhing as her first orgasm ripped through her! She screamed with surprise, an animal howl issuing from her pretty lips, and her body arched like a bow as she climaxed! Steve continued to stroke her, digging his finger in viciously as she reached the peak, and stroking more softly as she slid down the other side of her orgasm. Finally, she lay still, only occasional twitches going through her body, a strange smile on her face.
Diane opened her eyes. "Oh, Daddy ... that was wonderful," she murmured. "I never...." She blushed, suddenly embarrassed, but Steve didn't seem to notice. He was kneeling between her legs, one hand still on her cunt, the other holding his erect cock. Diane's eyes widened as she took in the size of it-she hadn't really noticed before when he had rammed it into her mouth! She stared, fascinated.
"It ... it's so big," she murmured finally. "Are you ... are you going to put it in me?" She blushed again, feeling a thrill of fear at the thought.
"Yeah," Steve muttered. He couldn't wait any long. If she wasn't ready for it by now, she's never be. "Open up," he said roughly, hiding his emotion and squatting between her spread thighs.
"Ohh ... it'll HURT me," Diane whimpered, shrinking back. She looked at her father appealingly, but the strange shuttered look was on his face again. His eyes blazed queerly at her, and she moaned, knowing that there was nothing she could do to stop him! It was much bigger than Bob's and she had been afraid of Bob's! Suddenly, she realized that her father probably didn't even know she was still a virgin-he probably thought she had done it a dozen times, the way she's been acting!
"Daddy ... be careful!" Diane cried. "I'm ... I'm a virgin...."
If Steve heard, he gave no sign. To his mind, he's held off long enough, making sure he brought her off first. Although it had been strange that she seemed to have never cum before, Steve knew damn good and well she was no virgin. Not after what he'd seen tonight! A fresh surge of lust swept through him as he remembered how he had found her earlier, mixed with a spark of his earlier rage.
"Spread," he ordered briefly, opening her cunt with one hand and fitting the head of his cock against her vagina. It was still wet from her orgasm, and the heat washed over his cock, making him press forward uncontrollably, his prick sinking into her wet flesh a few inches, then stopping sharp.
"NNNG! HURTS! DADDY STOP!" Diane wailed, pain lancing through her as her father's dick came up against her hymen.
"Shut up!" Steve snarled, pressing forward, against the stubborn obstruction. Suddenly, it occurred to him that she wasn't lying-that she really was a virgin! But there was no stopping now! His body had completely taken over, his hips drawing back for one great surge, ramming his prick forward smoothly, slicing into the girl's tight sheath, burying itself up to the hilt, his balls crushing against her ass!
"NNOOO! YOU'RE KILLING ME! STOP!" Diane wailed, trying to squirm away. She felt like she was been impaled with a red hot spear, a sharp spear that sliced into her tender insides, tearing her sensitive membranes, ripping her apart. She groaned through gritted teeth, agony racing through her.
Steve heard his daughter's cries through the pounding in his ears, but he was powerless to stop! His cock slashed on, slicing into the girl's boa pile-driver, his hips thrusting back and forth with rhythmic intensity as he plowed into her cunt.
"Move with me! MOVE YOUR ASS!" Steve muttered, reaching down and grabbing his daughter's hips, moving her with his strokes. Tentatively, her body began to move with his, picking up the rhythm from him, and Steve relaxed, forcing himself to slow down, to take it nice and easy.
Diane opened her eyes and smiled weakly. "Are you doing it?" she whispered.
"Oh God, yes, honey. I'm fucking your sweet little pussy," Steve answered. "You've got the hottest little cunt I've ever felt. Are you okay, baby?" He stroked in and out of the girl's bruised twat, feeling her tender flesh grip at his penis.
"OOOO YES, DADDY! It's ... it's great,"
Diane murmured. "I love it, you fucking me! Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck my pussy."
The sound of those lewd words issuing from his daughter's innocent mouth inflamed Steve even further, and he began to stroke it and out in earnest, his balls smacking against the girl's upraised ass with each and every stroke. His head whirled, wild images floating through his brain, as he pounded into the girl's receptive body.
Diane was really getting into it now, her hips moving in well oiled precision, fucking up and down to meet her father's strokes. She moaned with lust, feeling him grow even bigger inside her, filling her vagina, pressing against the walls of her cunt until she thought she would burst! She bucked frantically, pressing herself avidly against the man, her thighs spreading wide, her legs wrapping around his back as she sought to pull him in deeper, down to the very pit of her womb!
"OOOHHH! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! I LOVE IT! DO IT TO ME!" Diane moaned frantically. "I'M GONNA CUM ... FUCCCKKK MEEEEEE!"
As Diane's voice rose in a shrill wail of lust, Steve plunged into her with renewed fury! Grunting like an animal, he pounded into his daughter's unresisting body, his prick pumping into her quivering vagina. He could feel her flesh clutching at his cock, sending thrill after thrill through his body, and his body trembled as orgasm approached, seething in the pit of his belly. His balls lifted and tightened in their wrinkled sac, and he swore under his breath as he plunged into her again and again, burying his cock to the hilt in her receptive flesh.
"OHHH BABY! FUCK ME! MOVE THAT LITTLE ASS! HOT PUSSY! HOT CUNT! USE THAT CUNT, BABY! MILK MY PRICK! MAKE ME CUM! I'M GONNA FILL YOU UP! FILL YOU WITH CREAM, BABY!" He groaned wildly, his cock throbbing from the unbelievable pressure of the young girl's tight sheath. He had never felt anything so delicious, so tight, so hot, gripping his cock in an iron grip, squeezing unmercifully on his rigid shaft! He knew he couldn't hold off much longer-he was going to have to shoot!
"COME ON! CUM FOR ME, BABY! PLEASE! CUM FOR YOUR DADDY!" Steve shouted, scarcely knowing what he said.
"OOOHHH! DADDY! I'M CUMMING ... NOW!" Diane cried, her body beginning to convulse, ripples of desire flashing along her veins as she stiffened and shook, her hips trembling and spasming as orgasm ripped through her.
Steve didn't need to be told. He could feel her orgasm in her cunt, her muscle contractions causing the tight sheath to vibrate and spasm around his dick! And with a sigh of relief, he let go, releasing the tide of semen that was bubbling and boiling in his balls! The hot sperm coursed through the vein in his prick, almost burning in its fury, bursting from the deep buried head of his cock, splattering into his daughter's vagina!
As Diane felt the burning tide of her father's sperm, she convulsed again, her insides spasming at the feel of the hot thick cream! She cried aloud, her voice rising shrilly, her heels drumming on the man's back as her young body convulsed again and again, twisting and churning against his!
"OOOH! I'M CUMMING! FUCK ME! IT'S SO HOT! BURNING ME UP! CUM IN ME! I LOVE IT! I LOVE IT! FUCK! FUCK MY PUSSY! CUM! FUCK!" Diane moaned and twisted, her face a mask of lust, her lips stretched over her teeth, spittle oozing from the corner of her mouth. She couldn't believe the sensations which were flooding through her body-every muscle, every nerve seemed to be on fire, a fire that swept through her, leaving her weak and shaken in the aftermath of passion.
Steve slumped forward, his dick still weakly spurting inside his daughter's twat. His breath came in great ragged gulps, and he was aware of a deep feeling of surprise. He hadn't cum like that in twenty years-and especially not twice in the same night! Three times, if you counted the brief encounter with the woman earlier! But that had been nothing compared to this-a mere spasm compared with a gigantic upheaval that had involved his entire body in a way he had never thought possible before.
Steve stared down at his daughter. She smiled up at him, apparently happy, and reached up to touch his face.
"Oh, Daddy! That was even better yet," Diane whispered. "When you ... came in me, I could feel it everywhere." She giggled a little. "Wow, if I had only known what this was like...."
"Diane, baby," Steve muttered. "This is, this is WRONG!" He stared at her pleadingly, feeling a little silly for saying this when his cock was still buried inside her body, but knowing he must say it. "I don't know what I was thinking of ... oh, God, can you ever forgive me?"
Diane looked at him wonderingly. "It was wonderful, Daddy. I was scared at first, but not now. Only do you think I'll have a baby?"
Steve looked at the girl in abject horror. "Oh God. I didn't even think. Oh Lord, if only your mother was still alive." He paused, not even noticing the ridiculousness of the statement, and sat up abruptly, his limp cock sliding from his daughter's vagina, followed by a tide of sperm and blood. "And you're bleeding, oh God, what have I done?" Honey ... go in the bathroom and douche. Wash yourself out real quick, it probably won't help . . .oh God!! ! "
Diane got up quickly, then looked down at her father, her expression softening. "Don't worry, Dad. I should have thought about it myself before. I guess I still thought I was a kid or something."
Steve stared at the girl miserably, knowing in his heart that he wouldn't have acted any different if he had known her to be unprotected and hating himself for it. "Let's just hope we're lucky," he said softly. "And I'll never lay a finger on you again, I promise."
"But Daddy ... I, I want you to," Diane said softly. "I want you to fuck me ... again." She hovered uncertainly over the man, her young face puckered, looking like she was about to cry. "Don't you want to? I mean, it was okay for you wasn't it?"
"God ... of course it was," Steve admitted. "But it's wrong and must never happen again. Don't you understand? I'm your FATHER! YOUR FATHER! I can't fuck my own daughter! Only people in slums and savages do things like that. Oh God, Diane, please just go away. Come on, I'll help you wash yourself out. God, baby, don't you realize what would happen if anybody found out?"
"Well, we don't have to tell anybody, do we?" Diane asked reasonably. "Gosh, Daddy, it's already happened now. What difference does it make if we do it again?"
Steve stared at the girl, his eyes going over her slender young body, dwelling on her well formed tits and curving hips. She didn't look like a little girl anymore, that was for sure! She looked like a woman, and a woman who knew her own mind. Steve hesitated, then pulled himself together.
"No. We'll talk about it tomorrow. Now off to the baths, young lady. It probably won't do any good, but we can always hope." He grinned at her, giving her a friendly pat on the behind, flinching when she winced. "God, I am a bastard, aren't I? Whipping you and making you ... oh God. I should be locked up."
"You didn't make me do anything, Daddy," Diane murmured. "At least, not after the first bit. I love you."
Steve looked at his daughter, standing there so trustingly in front of him, and groaned to himself. "I love you too, baby, and that's why I don't want to ruin you. Now, no more talk. Off to the baths."
"Well, if I'm ruined already, I don't see what it matters," Diane muttered rebelliously. "Why can't I just go get on the Pill or something. Okay, okay, I won't talk about it any more. But I still think that what's happened has happened. And there's no going back." With this parting shot, the girl disappeared upstairs, bearing her naked body regally.
Steve shook his head. "No. She's too young to know. I have to get hold of myself. This must never happen again."
CHAPTER FIVE
Diane awakened the next morning in a daze. She staggered out of bed, wincing as her bruised rear hit the bed post, and down the hall to the bathroom. Sighing, she stepped into the shower and turned the water on full blast, shivering as it hit her lacerated buttocks. By the time she had stood there a full two minutes, with the water coursing over her, she had marshaled her thoughts and remembered.
"WOW!" she said out loud. "I guess it wasn't a dream after all. My rear sure is sore enough!" She reviewed the events of last night, from the abortive attempt with Bob in his car to her final seduction by her father, and shook her head wonderingly, running her hands over her body as if to assure herself she was still in one piece. She patted her breasts, then ran a hand between her legs. She was a little sore, but other than that. ... Suddenly, Diane laughed, a long joyous peal of laughter.
"My own Dad! Jeez! I must be crazy!" She laughed again and stepped from the shower, toweling herself briskly, peering at her body in the mirror with new eyes. She knew that she should feel some remorse, some reaction to her changed status, but somehow, the only thing she felt was great! Then she sobered, remembering her father's words, his warning that this must never happen again, and his fear that she would get pregnant. That was a reasonable fear, she decided, and, knowing that her father probably wouldn't do anything about it, decided to visit the school infirmary that day and ask to be put on birth control pills. She'd heard from the older girls that they'd do it, as long as they had the parents permission. She shrugged, dismissing that obstacle. Surely, her father wouldn't object!
Steve looked up apprehensively as his daughter bounded downstairs and into the kitchen. "Morning," he mumbled, holding the paper like a shield and peering around it at the vibrant creature who stood before him.
Diane grinned happily at her father and bent over to kiss him good morning, as she always did. He flinched away, and she looked at him, wounded. "Morning, Dad," she said in a small voice, helping herself to toast. "Wow, thanks for making breakfast."
"Thought you might need extra sleep," Steve grunted, folding the paper. "Well, don't be late for school, dear." He got up and walked across the room quickly, leaving the girl staring at him, her mouth open.
"Dad! Wait! Aren't you-aren't you going to say anything?" Diane cried, getting up and following him. "About ... about last night?" She stared at him tearfully, her lip quivering, and Steve backed away, fighting an irresistable impulse to take her in his arms.
"Let's just try to forget about it, okay?" Steve muttered.
"FORGET ABOUT IT?" Diane screeched. "How can I possible forget about it? DAD! Don't you remember-how you-and I ... and I ... what happened? How you ... FUCKED me?"
Steve flushed a dark red. "God, honey, don't you know how hard this is for me? Please, please just try and forget it, try and put it out of your mind. I swear, I'll never touch you again, and maybe someday, a nice young man ... oh, HELL! WE HAVE TO FORGET IT! Don't you understand what I've done to you? Please, honey, please forgive me and...."
"I don't want a nice young man. I want you. I love you. You said you loved me! Don't you love me anymore? That's it, you didn't really want me, you just ... you just USED me. I don't mean anything to you," Diane wailed, utterly overcome by tears now. "OOOOHHH I hate you! I HATE YOU!"
Steve stared at his daughter, nonplussed, then reached out and tentatively brushed her shoulder. "Please, dear ... please forgive me. You'll understand someday." He turned rapidly and went out the door, leaving Diane sobbing bitterly.
As her father left, Diane raised her head, watching the door slam through a haze of tears. "He hates me. I wish I were dead," she moaned, slumping at the table. She sat there a few minutes in dejection, then raised her head, determined. "Wait until tonight. I'll show him a thing or two. I'll show him I'm not just a kid anymore."
Steve came home late that night. He had actually been afraid to come home at all, but, he reasoned that he had to come home some time. And maybe the talk they'd had this morning would have convinced her that they must stop this before it went too far. Steve groaned. As if it hadn't already! He remembered how she had looked this morning, accusing him of not loving her, of not wanting her, and he groaned again, remembering how hard it had been not to throw scruples to the wind and take her right there on the kitchen table. Swallowing, he opened the front door.
"Diane? You home, honey?" he called. There was no answer, and Steve was aware of a twinge of disappointment mixed with his feeling of relief. "Down, boy," he muttered. "She's probably out with that punk kid again-and you should be grateful. Get her mind off of...."
"Daddy?" Diane called. "I'm here. In the living room."
Steve walked to the door and looked in, standing transfixed. Diane rose off of the couch and strolled towards him, her body gleaming in the dim light. She was completely nude, and Steve just stood there staring, his mouth dropping open as he stood rooted to the spot, his gaze going over his beautiful naked daughter. She walked over to him and stood in front of him, staring up solemnly.
Diane was shaking inside. Steve would never know how much that walk across the room had cost her, how she had been terrified of what she would do or say. But as soon as she stood before him and saw his face, she knew that she had won. His gaze was glued to her body, and a thin sheen of sweat broke over his face as she reached up and touched his face.
With a strangled groan, Steve reached out, and Diane moved forward into his embrace, fitting her body to his. His hands moved down her smooth skin, wandering over the curve of her buttocks, moving over all of her sweet skin, as if memorizing the very texture of her.
"Oh ... baby, baby," Steve muttered. "We can't...."
"Just once more," Diane whispered. "I went and got the pill. I took the first one tonight, so I'm okay. Oh, Daddy, don't turn me down. I want you to fuck me. I've thought about it all day."
"Oh God. Me, too...." Steve crushed the girl to him, then pulled back to look at her. "No sane man could resist. You're too beautiful," he whispered, touching the twin mounds of her breasts lightly, then letting his fingers stray over the soft round curve of her belly, brushing through the tangled gold of her pubic hair. "Sweet, sweet pussy...."
Diane slid her hands free, unbuttoning her father's shirt and unzipping his trousers until he stood as nude as she. "See," she giggled, grasping his penis gently. It was rock hard and throbbing in her fingers, and she stroked it softly and lovingly. "HE wants me...."
"God. I want you, too, baby. So much," Steve muttered, sliding a hand between the girl's legs. A dream-like quality seemed to pervade his actions, and he had to shake his head to remind himself that it was real. It was happening. He took his daughter's hand and led her to the couch, spreading her almost reverently on the cushions, then knelt beside her.
"Ooo, Daddy. Do it to me," Diane pleased. "I feel all funny inside when you look at me like that."
Steve bent forward, opening the girl's legs and peering into her snatch. It looked even better than it had the night before, and his breathing harshened as he looked at her pussy, his gaze feasting on the moist pink folds and convolutions. He inhaled deeply, the scent of fresh young cunt reaching his nostrils.
"I'm gonna eat your pussy now, honey," Steve said softly. "I'm gonna stick my tongue in your sweet pussy and tongue fuck you, and suck your sweet juice until you're dry." He opened her wide with his fingers, bringing his mouth to her tender slot.
Diane tensed in anticipation, feeling the man's hot breath fanning her damp twat, and she shivered. She had never heard of such a thing-but it was her Daddy, and whatever he wanted was all right with her. "Go on, Daddy," she murmured. "I'm ready. I'm ready for you to suck me."
"Oh baby, you've got the most beautiful cunt in the world," Steve said earnestly. "So wet ... and juicy." He laughed softly to himself at his words, remembering his noble resolutions and how quickly they had been dispersed by the sight of his daughter's body. Then, without thinking further, he plunged forward, sinking his tongue deep into his daughter's twat.
Diane jumped as her father's tongue snaked into her vagina, stifling a crazy urge to laugh as the raspy flesh tickled her tender membranes. He plunged his tongue right in, up to the root, and swirled it around inside her, licking the interior walls until she thought she'd go crazy from the wild sensations flooding through her.
Steve stabbed his tongue again and again into the wet flesh of his daughter's cunt, feeling her muscles clamp hungrily on the hard organ, drawing it deep inside. He breathed deeply, his nostrils filled with the scent of her, and then withdrew his tongue, clamping his mouth over her whole vulva and sucking it all in. She squirmed under him, her hips beginning a rhythmic thrusting against his face, and her secretions flowed freely from deep inside her womb, filling his mouth with tangy fluid. She was really going now, her whole body twisting and churning under the flail of his tongue, and Steve gulped greedily, drinking her copious fluid as fast as he could.
"OOOOHHHH! SUCK MEE! SUCK MY CUNT! DADDDYYY! OOOOOOOOO!" the girl squealed, her legs clamping convulsively around Steve's neck, dragging him firmly against her steaming cunt. She was almost screaming with excitement now, as his mouth clamped over the sensitive bud of her clitoris, his tongue rasping over the tender bud, stimulating the nerves until she thought she'd go out of her mind with delight! Great waves of heat swept through her, making her tremble uncontrollably, and the muscles in her legs knotted and spasmed with pre-orgasmatic tremors.
"OOOH! I'M GONNA CUM! IN YOUR FACE ... OOOHHH!" Diane moaned, her hips flailing as she pumped into her Dad's mouth. "I CAN'T STAND IT! I'M GOING CRAZY! YOU'RE DRIVING ME CRAZY! CRAZY WITH YOUR TONGUE! OHHHHHH DADDY! EAT MEEEEEEEEE!"
Steve clamped firmly onto Diane's clitoris, drawing it from its sheath and strumming it with his tongue as she convulsed against his face, her hips bucking wildly as she struggled through the throes of orgasm! His own cock was rock hard, quivering with lust, a drop of moisture oozing down the shaft as he drove the girl through yet another orgasm! Her cunt was clamping on his tongue now, sending sympathetic shivers of lust through his body, and Steve sucked greedily, eager to extract the last vestige pussy cum from her steaming cunt before he sank his prick into her!
Diane was completely lost now, her body quivering and shaking through a string of orgasms that ripped without mercy through her slender frame, leaving her shaken and weak. She fell back on the couch, her legs still widespread, and opened her eyes, gazing up at her father.
"Oh, Daddy, I'm so glad you love me. Are you angry at me for what I did?" Diane gasped. "I'm so HAPPY!"
"No ... of course not," Steve grunted, swallowing a last glob of pussy juice and raising his head, his lips glistening. "I'm gonna fuck you, baby. Just like you want. Any way you want it. God you sure are something-hottest, wettest pussy I ever seen. And my daughter, too...." He stretched slightly, smiling at the girl, and climbed onto the couch. "Now get ready, baby, 'cause I'm gonna fuck your sox off!"
CHAPTER SIX
Steve grinned at his daughter. "Come here, baby, and see if you can do something about this," he invited, indicating his hard-on.
Diane smiled lazily, then scrambled over to her father, throwing herself full length on his chest and kissing him wildly. "Oh Daddy, you're so wonderful! I love you!"
"Yeah, that's great, honey." Steve pulled the girl up and regarded her. "Why don't you sit on it, honey? Sit right down on my cock and give me a ride, okay?"
Diane looked at her father, then straddled him confidentially, poising her dripping twat above the spear of his penis. "like this?"
"Yeah ... yeah, that's it," Steve wheezed, unbearably excited by the sight of his daughter squatting above his cock, preparing to impale herself! "Just slide down on it ... real nice and easy," he instructed, grasping her firmly around the waist and pulling her down. As the heart from her crotch washed over his penis, he gasped sharply, his cock twitching hungrily.
Diane settled hesitantly above her father, the tip of his prick pressing against the entrance to her twat. "I'm a little sore," she confessed, wincing as he touched her bruised ass. "You really laid into me last night."
"Yeah ... I'm sorry. I'll be careful," Steve hissed. "Now, come on. Sit down on it, baby! Let my cock slide right into that juicy little twat!" He pressed down sharply, at the same time thrusting upwards with his hips, his cock slicing upwards into the girl's flesh.
"OOOO! That hurts!" Diane cried. "It's so big...." She swayed, her body withdrawing instinctively from the pain, but Steve held her firmly, forcing her down onto his rigid shaft.
"Just a little more-that's it. I'm IN, baby!" Steve exulted, as Diane's ass rested on his balls. "God, you're TIGHT! like a vise on my cock!" He moved experimentally, his prick swelling inside the girl's tight flesh, and Diane moaned a little, "Fuck me. Don't just sit there ... move it, baby! Show me how good you are!"
Diane winced. Her insides were still sore from her initiation of the night before, and although she was well lubricated from her orgasm under Steve's tongue, the slightest movement of his cock sent waves of pain through her. She closed her eyes.
"I ... can't. It hurts ... it's too big," she whimpered. "Let's do it another way...."
"Hell, no, I wanta see you fuck me," Steve said sharply. "Come on ... you asked for this! Now fuck me!" He grasped her around the waist and began moving her body up and down on his shaft, thrusting her, suffusing her tender cunt. "Oooo ... that's better...." best she could as she raised and lowered herself as her father directed. Suddenly, the pain began to diminish, replaced by a warm glow that spread through her, suffusing her tender cunt. "Oooo ... that's better...."
"Yeah! DO IT! FUCK ME!" Steve cried enthusiastically, feeling the change in the girl. He began thrusting into her slowly, holding himself in check, wanting her to come with him! She picked up the rhythm easily, her ass moving, as she screwed herself up and down his hard pole, her cunt gripping his shaft with a grip of iron. She bounced up and down, increasing her speed, her tits jouncing, and Steve reached up and grasped her, slowing her down.
"Hey, take it easy," he whispered. "No hurry-we've got plenty of time! Take it slow, baby, that's the only way to do it! Slow and easy!" He thrust up into her gaping cunt smoothly, then withdrew with tantalizing slowness, enjoying the grip of her flesh on his. Diane nodded solemnly and imitated his movements, rising and falling on his prick, looking down at the join of their bodies, fascinated by the sight of his huge shaft slicing upwards into her hairy twat.
"Oooo, that feels so good," she murmured, twisting her hips slightly, enjoying the new sensations that movement evoked. Steve smiled at her, rubbing his hands over her firm body, tweaking her nipples until they stood straight up, enjoying the sight of her body as she fucked him with slow, deliberate strokes, her ass screwing up and down!
"Ohhh, baby, you're the greatest," Steve murmured. "The best pussy in town! Use that hot cunt, baby! Screw me good! Ride my cock, honey, and make me cum! I'm gonna fill you with cream, baby, fill your twat with foam!" He tensed, his muscles aching with the strain of this slow fucking, and he knew that he couldn't hold back much longer. His blood was boiling in his veins, every nerve urging him to let go, to pound into her body with fierce unrelenting strokes until he exploded in a surge of sperm! But he held back, savoring each delicious moment, every stroke tantalizing him, bringing him nearer and nearer to the point of no return.
"OOOOOHHH! DADDY! I Can't take much more," Diane moaned. "I'm burning up inside. I'm going to cum ... OOOOOHHHH!" With a gasp, Diane stiffened, shivers running up and down her spine as she began to climax. She bucked down rapidly, her hips churning as she spasmed, her clitoris rubbing against the man's pubic hair, sending thrill after thrill through her overheated body!
"Easy ... easy...." Steve warned, but too late! The action of his daughter's spasming cunt on his cock destroyed the last remnants of his control, and he thrust wildly upwards, his cock plunging into the girl's convulsing vagina again and again, faster and faster, until he was hauling her up and down on his shaft as quickly as he could.
"OOOH! CUM! CUM! FUCK ME!" Diane cried in total abandon, her hair whipping about her shoulders as she rode her father's cock like a maened. Her face was contorted with lust, and shrill cries issued from her lips as she bounced up and down. Great shivers ripped through her, untill finally she stiffened, her body arcing backwards as orgasm ripped through her!
"GET READY! GET READY, 'CAUSE HERE IT COMES! HOT SPERM! OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I'M CUMMING!" Steve yelled, his balls lifting and hardening, then exploding in a shower of sperm. He could feel it rushing through his cock, bursting from the tip in great globs, splashing into his daughter's spasming vagina! He moaned, feeling her cunt clamp down on his shooting cock, draining him, milking him, pulling the last drops of cum from his overladen balls! It was almost agony, and he thrust weakly upward again, pumping the last bits of sperm into her, feeling like his insides were spurting out along with his semen! Then he collapsed back against the pillows, breathing raggedly, his heart pounding like a trip hammer.
"God, what a CUNT! like a fucking VISE," Steve muttered. He peered up at his daughter ... she was still perched on his cock, her cunt gripping at his fast softening organ, a smile of satisfaction on her young face.
"Was it good, Daddy? Did I do it right?" Diane asked.
"Yeah ... you could say that. You did it right," Steve murmured, sighing. He closed his eyes.
Steve looked at his daughter's sleeping face and pulled the covers up under her chin with a sigh, mmmmmm and she had fallen rapidly into an untroubled sleep. Steve swore softly. He knew that his sleep would be anything but untroubled.
"This is wrong. All wrong," the man muttered. "She's too young, even if she weren't my daughter." He looked at the girl again before he shut off the light, feasting his eyes on her lovely young face. For the last time. Steve reached out and traced the girl's softly smiling lips, knowing what he had to do. "If she weren't my kid, maybe I could keep this up. But I'm not going to ruin her life ... not anymore than I have already," he promised himself, leaving the room and going downstairs to the phone. Sighing, he dialed.
"Hello? Cynthia? This is Steve. Yeah, I'm fine. Listen, could you take Diane for a couple of months or so? I've got to, uh ... go to LA. for a while and I don't want to take her out of school." Steve listened to his sister's voice for a moment. "Okay, that's fine. Thanks a lot, Cynthia. Look, I have to leave tonight-could you and Bob come over and get her? I'll probably be gone when you get her, and Di is asleep, so could you just tell her I had to leave? Yeah, I know, but I don't want to wake her up. Yeah ... I'll take care of everything ... just pick her up and lock up behind you, okay? Okay, thanks, sis." Steve hung up the phone and wiped sweat from his forehead. He knew it sounded peculiar, but it was the best he could do. He swallowed and picked up the phone again to call his boss.
"Diane? Wake up, dear."
Diane opened her eyes, and blinked. "Aunt Cynthia? Wha ... what's wrong?" She stared at her aunt questioningly, wondering what the woman was doing bending over her in the middle of the night.
"Nothing, dear. Your Dad was called away on business, and he asked Bob and I to take care of you for a while. He said to tell you he'd write...."
"Where is he?" Diane asked, sitting bolt upright in bed, the covers falling from her body.
"He had to leave," her aunt said. "Look, dear, don't worry about it. Just get dressed and come along with us. We'll come back and get your things in the morning.
Diane stared at her aunt unbelievingly. "You mean he just left? Without saying goodbye or anything?" She looked around the room wildly, tears spurting to her eyes, then lay back. "Oh, I wish I were dead! How could he ... after...."
"After what?" Cynthia said, looking at the girl sharply.
Diane flushed. "Nothing. I mean it's just so strange that he just took off like that without telling me," she finished glibly, realizing that her aunt was becoming suspicious. And that would really ruin everything!
Diane got up quickly, deciding to play along for the time being, until she could find out where her Dad was and go join him. Because one thing was for sure-she wasn't about to give up this easy! She turned and smiled at her aunt demurely. "Okay, let's go. I'll get dressed and pack a few things."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Bob looked up appreciatively as his niece sauntered downstairs and dropped into a chair. She was dressed in a bikini, and Bob's eyes widened as he drank in the sight of her young body, her swelling breasts barely contained by the blue cloth.
"Ah ... going for a swim?" he remarked laconically.
"Yeah, in a little while," Diane answered moodily. "Hey, Uncle Bob, don't you think it's kind of, well, strange that Dad hasn't called?" She looked at her uncle, her blue eyes ingenuous. "I mean, I don't even know where he is or anything." She rose from the chair and walked over to her uncle.
"Well, I'm sure he has his reasons," Bob said uncomfortably, for he had wondered the same thing himself. Several times.
He looked at the girl again, almost dropping his newspaper. She was bending over him, giving him a clear view of her tits, right down to the nipple! Bob looked at the girl narrowly-her face was perfectly innocent, perfectly demure, but he couldn't help thinking that he'd seen a gleam in her blue eyes before she modestly lowered her lashes. He coughed, aware of a sudden tightening in his groin.
"I just don't understand," Diane continued, looking down at her uncle swiftly and gauging his reaction. She smiled to herself, satisfied. She had planned this afternoon carefully. She was determined to find out where her father was-she was sure he must have told his sister and brother-in-law, even if he hadn't told his reason for leaving! And she was going to find out-no matter what she had to do to do so. Diane leaned even closer to her uncle, practically noting that his breathing had quickened, and exulted to herself.
Diane had thought for a week about the best way to find out the information, and, after a few attempts at open questioning, had abandoned the line of inquiry. She had also dismissed the idea of getting her uncle drunk and then weaseling it out of him, neither her uncle or aunt drank at all. Searching for another way to get inside the man's defenses, she had noticed suddenly the way his eyes followed her around the house, and had hit upon this plan. She would get him all worked up, until he hardly knew what he was saying, and then ask! Diane grinned to herself-she had no doubts that it would work, and no fear that her uncle would misconstrue her actions. He was straight as a stick, and would not doubt attribute anything she did to imagination on his part. And not it was her job to fire that imagination, to make him literally see red, and spill the beans.
"Look, you and your Dad didn't have some kind " of misunderstanding or something, did you?" Bob asked suddenly.
Diane looked at him sharply, but his face betrayed nothing. "Well," Diane said slowly, an idea swirling in her mind. "Well, not really ... I mean, can I talk to you, uncle Bob? I mean honestly?" She surveyed the man, making her face as earnest as possible.
Bob chuckled to himself. He had thought something was up. With a completely straight face, he said, "Certainly, dear. Just think of me as your father while he's away. You can talk to me, dear."
Diane looked at him, startled, but continued gamely, sitting on the arm of his chair and bending closer. "It's all so embarrassing. I just couldn't tell Aunt Cynthia somehow, but I know you can help me. You're such a man of the world and all."
Bob smiled at the girl, deciding to play along. He had a pretty good idea of what she was trying to do, and he grinned to himself. Sure are anxious to find out, aren't you, he said to himself. Out loud he said calmly, "Go ahead, dear."
"It's about my boyfriend," Diane said rapidly. She frowned-this wasn't going exactly how she had planned. "Oh, Uncle Bob, if I could only talk to Dad and explain to him...."
"I'm sure he understands. Tell me all about it, dear," Bob said smoothly. "Don't be shy." He reached up and patted Diane's shoulder, leaving his arm casually draped along her back.
"Well," Diane said nervously. "Dad told me I couldn't go out with Bob because he was too old for me. And I like older men ... Bob's really kind of young. I mean, he doesn't really know how to treat a girl, not like an older man would." Diane gulped, wondering what on earth she was saying. She moved suddenly, trying to stand up, but her uncle pulled her firmly back onto the chair.
"Oh? How many 'older men' have you known?" Bob asked.
Diane blushed suddenly. "Not many ... I just meant I thought they would ... oh, you know how kids are! So clumsy and all."
"Yes," Bob said absently, enjoying the girl's discomfiture. He stroked her shoulder softly, feeling the smooth skin grown warm under his fingers. Imperceptibly, he shifted in the chair, and Diane slid closer to him, fitting into the curve of his arm. Bob sighed, breathing in the fragrance of the girl's young flesh, his crotch tightening and hardening at her nearness. He shifted again, aware that his cock was throbbing against his trousers and he was growing extremely uncomfortable. But he couldn't rush things-he might have been mistaken.
"You were saying ... clumsy?" Bob prompted gently. "How are they clumsy?" He dropped his hand from Diane's shoulder to her waist, his fingers trailing.
Diane glanced at the man again, and decided to burn her bridges. "Oh ... in making love and all," Diane said carefully. "like kids, they just ... well, older guys treat you better. I mean, I guess they do. I don't know. But Day won't even let me go out with Bob, because he's too old for me!"
"Well, he probably thinks Bob would make you ... well, go too far," Bob said casually. "But from the way you're talking, I gather that poor Bob can't get to first base, so he doesn't have anything to worry about. I'll let him know."
Diane glared at the man indignantly. She felt like crying-her plan hadn't worked at all! Oh, he was worked up enough, she could tell that without even looking at him. Diane had learned a lot from her father, and one thing she had definitely learned was how to tell when a guy was worked up! But Bob wasn't going to spill any information-nn fact, he had turned the tables on her quite neatly, making her give out more than she had planned! Diane reviewed her words quickly, trying to figure if she had said anything too damaging. But somehow she couldn't seem to think straight, not sitting in Bob's lap practically, with his arm around her waist, and his fingers stroking her hip....
Diane stiffened. How had this happened! She struggled slightly, trying to sit up, and Bob looked at her in mild surprise, his fingers still delicately stroking her side.
"Well, go on, honey. Why don't you tell me all the details so I can pass it on to Steve," Bob said. "I gather that your Bob can't make it with you, right? And for some reason, you think an older guy would. But that would really make your Dad mad at you, wouldn't it? I mean, if what he's worried about is you losing your virginity, he'd be better off if you stuck with poor Bob." Bob ran his hand gently over Diane's thigh, and up over her belly, so quickly that she wasn't even sure it had happened.
But Diane's body sure did! With a start, the girl realized that her uncle's light touch had aroused her sleeping passions, so newly awakened. A wave of warmth swept through her, making her feel weak and loose inside. Diane shot a glance at her uncle through her lashes. He was staring absently into space, his hand resting lightly on her hip, and Diane felt a twinge of pique that he was apparently ignoring her. She frowned, wondering if she had imagined that brief touch of his hand on her belly, and then laughed delightedly to herself. He was probably just afraid to do anything to her, Diane decided, and a surge of pleasure went through her at the thought of the effect she was having on him. She decided to see how far she could make him go, how worked up she could make him, and then jump up and leave, pretending horror at his advances. Diane smiled. That'll pay him back for not telling me about Dad, she thought viciously. And if I threaten to tell Aunt Cynthia, he'll tell me for sure then!
"I guess so," Diane murmured. "Gosh, you're so understanding, uncle Bob. I feel like I can really talk to you." She wriggled, pressing her body in closer to the man, her barely covered breasts crushing against his side. She heard his indrawn breath with satisfaction, and rubbed provocatively against him. "You're really my favorite relative. I'm glad Dad sent me over here!"
Bob glanced at the girl. She was looking up at him with untroubled blue eyes, a faint smile curving her pink lips, and he felt a sudden crazy urge to find out just how much she did like 'older men.' As he watched, she slowly ran her tongue over her lips, and his heart gave a sudden lurch, banging against his chest. Slowly, carefully, he ran his hand down over her hip again, his fingers plucking delicately at the edge of her bikini, watching her closely for some sign of resistance. There was none, and he continued stroking her leg, up and down, his fingers sliding over the smooth roundness of her thigh.
"How old are you now, Diane?" Bob asked. "Fifteen?" He slid his hand quickly over her thighs, his fingertips brushing against the soft mound of her pubes, concealed beneath the tiny bikini bottom.
"Just turned fourteen," Diane whispered. "But I feel a lot older ... sometimes." She wriggled closer to him, the movement causing his hand to fall between her legs, which she spread slightly, just enough for his fingers. Between her thighs, she could feel a tight hotness growing and expanding, and she shivered in pure pleasure as she gauged her effect on the man. He was breathing heavily snow, his fingers resting quietly between her legs, and she pressed her thighs together suddenly, capturing them.
"You certainly have a lovely figure for your age," Bob murmured absently. He couldn't really believe this-he had had a wild idea or two concerning his niece, especially during their conversation, but the fact that she was still just sitting there with his hand trapped between her thighs, looking at him with the most innocent expression in the world on her face, nonplussed him completely. He hesitated. If her were wrong, the whole thing could blow up in his face. He had a brief picture of a sobbing Diane telling the police that her Dad had entrusted her to her uncle, and had immediately raped her. He looked at her again, doubtfully, and she squeezed her thighs together unmistakably, pressing her crotch against his entrapped fingers.
Diane smiled lazily, drifting in a sensual haze, her body warm and loose as she pressed her groin against her uncle's hand. She could see his intense excitement, his inner battle reflecting plainly on his face, and she shuddered in delight, grinding her cunt against his fingers, feeling him stiffen beside her.
Bob groaned. He was wildly excited, more excited than he had imagined he could be only a few minutes before. He had thought that maybe he could stroke the girl a little, get excited, and then go to the bathroom and jerk off, but that was out of the question now. His dick was throbbing painfully against his trousers, jerking in its impatience to spring free, to bury itself in the soft warm flesh he could feel under his fingers. Bob shuddered, throwing caution to the winds, and took the girl's pussy between two fingers, pinching it gently. He was trembling with anticipation-lie could already picture how she would look spread-eagled under him, her thighs open to him, her cunt receiving his prick, and his cock throbbed angrily, eager to feel the soft slickness of her young twat. "Oooo, Uncle Bob...." Diane murmured. She felt his fingers suddenly come to life, taking her cunt lips and pressing them together, and she pressed even closer, feeling a sudden start of moisture deep inside her vagina. This was even more exciting that her sessions with her father! They had been so quick the first time, practically a rape on his part, and the second time on her part, that there hadn't been this slow building up of tension, that was making her insides tremble with anticipation.
Diane moaned softly, wondering crazily if she could get him to jerk her off without letting him fuck her ... because that would be being unfaithful to her father! Diane didn't bother to analyze her feelings-she only knew that her body was responding to her uncle's touch, and that she had to get some relief. But she wouldn't let him fuck her-that was reserved. For her Dad.
"Darling," Bob muttered, completely overcome by the feel of the girl's cunt under his fingers. Suddenly, he thrust his finger inside the leg band of her bikini, reaching inside, groping into the warm wetness, touching her pubescent, bare pussy lips!
He swallowed, breathing deeply, inhaling the scent of wet pussy that drifted up to his nostrils, and stroked the quivering edges of her cunt, his fingers paddling in the wetness. With his free hand, he reached around suddenly and pulled down her pants, revealing her blonde thatched cunt to the open air. "Beautiful," the man murmured.
Diane shivered, her legs involuntarily opening wider, giving him access to her secret places. Through half closed lids, she watched him draw down her pants, his hand dark against her blonde curls, and sighed with anticipation. "Are you going to play with my pussy. Uncle Bob? Are you going to stick your finger in my pussy?"
"Don't you want me to, darling? It'll make you feel good ... and I won't hurt you, I promise. I won't do anything you don't want me to," Bob said hastily, already drawing her pants down over her shapely thighs. He reached up quickly and untied her tip, ripping aside the tiny bit of cloth, letting her budding breasts spring free. He gazed for a second, fascinated by their firmness, then ran his hand lightly over them, massaging her flesh with his fingers.
"OHHHH," Diane moaned. "Yes, Uncle Bob! Play with my titties. I love it when you play with my titties! And stick your finger in my cunt and finger me ... until I cum in your hand. OOOOhhhhh. . . "
Bob wondered briefly who had done this to her before, because she was obviously no virgin, as he had deciphered from his finger in her cunt. But he didn't particularly care ... not with her warm body squirming next to his!
Sighing, he said, "I'll do anything you want me to, darling, if you'll take out my cock ... just take it out and hold it in your hand. I won't hurt you." He stopped his stroking of her breast briefly and captured her hand, placing it directly on the throbbing lump in his trousers. She hesitated a moment, then cupped her hand around the hard bulge, her fingers rubbing it through his pants.
"OOOooo, it's so BIG ... and HARD," the girl murmured, her fingers caressing the man's erection.
"Take it out!" Bob commanded sharply, almost out of his mind with anticipation. He tensed his muscles violently, praying that he wouldn't shoot the minute she touched his cock, realizing that he hadn't felt this way since he was a kid! Diane slowly unzipped his trousers, letting his cock spring free, and he groaned.
Diane fastened her fingers around her uncle's rod and drew it out slowly, suddenly eager to see his cock! Her eyes glazed as it popped into view-it was not as long as her father's, but thicker, a massive column that she could barely circle with her fingers! Slowly, she drew her hand over the shaft, capturing the droplet of liquid oozing from and tip and smearing it over the engorged head.
"You're wet, too," she giggled, smearing the lubrication over his cock, sliding her hand up and down. She twitched uncontrollably, her pussy sending out another spurt of moisture onto Bob's searching fingers, as she pictured him climbing atop her and slicing into her dripping twat with this massive shaft! She groaned-she could almost feel it, slashing aside her tender membranes, scraping against the sides of her pulsing vagina!
Bob shuddered. He had brought himself under control, and he watched as the girl began to jack him off slowly, her young fingers rubbing up and down his rod. He grunted. He didn't want to cum in her hand ... that would seem such a waste, considering the other possibilities! He began stroking her vagina again, thrusting his finger inside the hole and drawing it slowly out again, tantalizing the girl, making her squirm under his hand. He smiled in satisfaction. He could feel her inner walls clutching eagerly at his finger, drawing it deeper and deeper inside, and he speeded up his strokes slightly, using his finger like a cock, finger fucking her with long hard strokes.
"Do you like it baby? Do you like me finger fucking your pussy?" he whispered.
"Oooo, I love it! I LOVE IT! Do it, Uncle Bob! Stick your finger in me and make me CUM!" Diane moaned, thrashing about wildly, her earlier plans forgotten, all coherent thought superseded by the agonizing need in her pussy! She hunched down against his hand, her hips churning, her body trembling, pumping against his finger frantically. Bob shrugged to himself-she was so worked up, she seemed to have forgotten about his cock! She was just holding it limply in her hand, her entire being concentrated on her present need, but he found he didn't really care that much! He was having trouble enough not exploding into orgasm from just watching and feeling her, and he decided to bring her off quickly and then climb aboard before she knew what was happening!
"Come on, baby doll! Cum all over my hand," Bob whispered. "Cream for your Uncle Bob, baby! Let me see your sweet cream!" He continued finger fucking the girl, at the same time grasping her clitoris and rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger, drawing it from its slippery sheath. At the touch of his finger on her clit, Diane moaned like a wounded animal and began hunching against him even faster, her tits bouncing as she flopped against her uncle.
Diane didn't believe the sensations that were flooding through her! Every nerve was on fire, every muscle straining towards orgasm. Her cunt snapped hungrily at the man's fingers as if it were alive, and wave after wave of sensation flooded through her. Her thighs were trembling and knotting with pre-orgasmatic tremors, and, as he grasped the shaft of her clitoris between his fingers, her entire body began to spasm.
"OOOHHH! DO IT! FUCK MEEEE! I'M CUMMING! OHHHHH!" Diane yelled, her slender body rising in an arc as orgasm swept over her. Convulsively, her hand clamped down on her uncle's penis, and she moaned with fresh desire as she spasmed, impaled on his finger.
"YOU'RE CUMMING, BABY DOLL! All over my hand!" Bob shouted, his excitement building as the girl convulsed under his fingers. "Oh yeah, honey! Do it! I can feel your hot little pussy cumming! Dripping all over my hand! Cum on my fingers, you hot cunt!"
Diane bucked back against Bob's hand, her head reeling crazily, her fingers tight on his cock. Suddenly, she wanted him inside her-she wanted his big tool in her convulsing twat, pounding into her vagina! She moaned feverishly, her fingers clasping and unclasping on his erect rod, and tried to pull him to her.
"Cock! Put it in! Put it in meeeee!" Diane moaned. "I want your cock in my pussy!"
"Hell, yes!" Bob grunted. He hauled the girl up, holding her shaking body to him, and looked wildly around. The chair was too small-with an oath, Bob threw the girl to the floor and knelt between her legs, not even bothering to remove his trousers. His cock stuck out of the opening like an angry snake, the head swelling even more in anticipation of the long awaited penetration. "Spread your fucking legs, baby, 'cause I'm going in! All the way! I'm gonna fuck you blind, you crazy little cunt!"
Bob grasped the girl's dripping vagina with one hand and brought his stiff prick to the entrance, shuddering as a wave of heat from her crotch swept over him. He could smell the odor of her aroused flesh, and he shook uncontrollably, wildly excited at the thought of entering that wet flesh that had clutched at his fingers in orgasm! He placed the head of his cock at her vagina, and pushed gently, his cocktip sliding into the wet flesh easily, then stopping.
"God, you're tight," Bob muttered. "So hot an tight, I'm about to cum right now!" He spread her wide open with his fingers and thrust forward again, his prick slicing into her tight sheath.
"OOOOHHHH YES! FUCK! FUCK!" Diane babbled, raising her knees. "Fuck me! Put your big prick in me and fuck me! I love it!
FFFUUUCCKKKK...." Diane rolled beneath her uncle, her eyes shut tight, her body still trembling from her orgasm. "Do it, Daddy! Fuck meeee!"
Bob heard the girl's words through the pounding in his ears, but they didn't register. The world was a dim unreality now-the only reality was his niece's young body, opening to him, receiving his cock! With a grunt of pure lust, he drove forward sharply, burying himself to the hilt in her trembling pussy, slamming forward until his balls crushed against her ass!
"OOOH! IT'S SO BIG! BIGGER ... Bigger ... than...." Diane's eyes popped open as realization flooded her. Her uncle was firmly implanted between her thighs, his cock lodged in her vagina, his hand reaching for her tits! Diane moaned, realizing there was no way she could stop him. Her body had betrayed her, her orgasm sweeping aside all coherent thought until she had imagined it was her father who was fucking her. But it wasn't, and suddenly, Diane found she didn't really care! She didn't care WHO it was, as long as he used the shaft inside her and brought her to orgasm again, and again, until she collapsed!
With a groan, Diane lifted her legs, wrapping them around her uncle's back, and smiled into his face, "Fuck me, Uncle Bob," she whispered. "I love your cock in me, fucking me...." She wriggled her hips, bringing him deeper inside her.
"Happy to oblige," Bob grunted, drawing his hips back and thrusting forward again. "Happy to oblige...."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Diane squirmed wildly, thrills of electricity running through her body as Bob slowly drew his cock from her cunt, then thrust in again. She could feel the massive prick slicing through her wet flesh, packing her full, driving against the walls of her vagina, and she moaned frantically, twisting her hips, urging him to fuck her harder, faster, to stop the slow steady pace that was driving her wild with anticipation and pound into her.
"HARDER! FUCK MEEE!" Diane moaned, her hips jerking and churning as she bucked up against Bob's groin. She grasped him around his shoulders, her nails tearing into his back, and arched her body against his. PLLLEEEAASSSE! FUCK ME! DO IT HARDER!"
"Do you want it bad, honey? Tell me how much you want it," Bob muttered, holding himself to his steady pace with an effort. He had almost shot off when he entered her vagina, the tightness of her young sheath almost making him explode, but he had controlled himself with a mighty effort and was now slicing steadily and slowly in and out of the girl's pussy, enjoying her frantic efforts to make him hurry. He smile grimly to himself, promising himself to enjoy this unexpected bonanza to the utmost, to pump slowly into her until she went insane with lust before he let go. "Tell me how much you want it, you little bitch. You love it, don't ya! How many guys have done this to you, baby? How many guys have rammed their stiff pricks into that hot little pussy?" He closed his eyes, vividly picturing a man pounding into his niece's vagina, filling her up with cock, while she begged and pleaded for more! Wildly excited by the vision, he rammed forward suddenly, causing the girl to squeal.
"OOOO! YES! DO IT! HARD! FUCK ME! RAM IT HOME!" Diane cried, her hips bucking up eagerly to his thrust. "I'm so hot I'm about to die! Don't hold back any longer! DO IT! For God's sake! FUCK ME!"
"Okay, baby! Here we go," Bob grunted, his endurance snapping. He could feel her cunt clutching at him with a hundred red hot fingers, pulling at his prick, urging him on, and he began to speed up his strokes, his hips thrusting strongly back and forth as he pumped into her waiting vagina. "Fuck me, baby! Shake that ass! Use that little pussy and fuck me good! Give me a ride!"
Bob plowed steadily in and out of the girl's dripping cunt. She was sopping wet inside, and he felt like he was fucking a warm, quivering bowl of gelatin, that rippled and clutched at his cock! He could feel her insides grabbing at his rod like a hot vise, as her hips bucked up and down, then ground in a circle, sending waves of lust through him. He knew he couldn't hold off much longer, not at this pace, and suddenly he didn't care! He knew that he could get it up again, could dip into this girl's hot twat whenever he wanted! He clung to her grimly, his hand tight on her breasts. She was moving so fast now it was hard to keep a grip on her, but he held onto her slippery body, riding her roiling hips for all he was worth.
"OOH! Uncle Bob! Fuck me! I love it! Harder! Your cock in me! Filling me up! Harder! Faster! I'M gonna cum! Cum on your cock! OOOHHH! I LOVE IT!" Diane yelled, her body quaking as ripples of orgasm tingled along her nerves. She could feel her climax coiled in her belly, hot and heavy, waiting to be unraveled and spread through her entire body! Every stroke of her uncle's dick brought her nearer and nearer to climax! She could feel him inside her-he felt like he was filling her up, all the way to her belly! His balls were slapping against her buttocks, and she raised her legs, clamping them around his waist, drumming her heels along his legs.
"Come on, baby! Cum for me! Shake that ass and cum all over me!" Bob groaned. "I can't hold back ... much longer ... I'm gonna shoot in your pussy! I'm gonna fill you up with cream, baby!" He plunged again and again into the girl's twat, his cock hitting the sides of her slippery canal, slicing through her greasy membranes that clutched and pulled at his stiff rod. He could feel his own climax approaching rapidly-his balls were tight and hard, almost aching with the load of semen he was about to shoot.
Diane was totally lost, in a miasma of desire that filled her entire being, her only thought her coming orgasm, every thought concentrated on the demanding spot between her legs! Her legs were trembling uncontrollably, spasms going through them, making them jump and twitch, making her toes curl! She could feel his cock smacking against the neck of her womb, deep, deep insider her, and she could feel her clitoris rubbing against his shaft with every stroke. He was really pounding it to her now, his breathing ragged as he thrust in and out, his balls smacking against her ass, making a squishing noise. Diane's insides spasmed, drawing into a hard knot, and she pushed up against him frantically, urging him with body and voice to bring her off!
"I'M CUMMING! NOW ... FUCK ME! I'M GONNA CUM! ALL OVER YOUR COCK! I'M CUUMMMIIINNNGGGG!" Diane screeched, her body stiffening, then quivering all over, her muscles bunching and unbunching under her satiny skin as she plunged into orgasm.
Bob felt the moment when she climaxed, felt her cunt grab his cock in a grip of iron, felt her insides quiver and churn and convulse around his cock! With an oath, he fucked into the spasming canal with a series of short quick jabs, his balls tight and hard, his entire body poised on the brink of explosion!
"Hold on, baby! Here it comes! SHIT! HERE IT
COMES! HOT FUCKING CUM! I'M CUMMING! FILLING YOU UP WITH SPERM! OOOHHH GOD! FEEL IT! FEEL MY CUM!" the man yelled, his balls exploding, sending an heavy column of pent up semen coursing down the tube in his cock to erupt in his niece's cunt, splashing into the dim recesses of her vagina! He grunted as his cock spluttered and jerked, feeling like the top of his head was. coming off! He had never felt anything like this-at least, not that he could remember! His heart gave a sudden painful lurch, and he gasped for air, collapsing forward onto the girl's slender body, his dick still buried in her twat, spurting weakly.
"Oh God ... what a cunt ... hot pussy," Bob mumbled into Diane's hair as her snatch drained the last of his semen from him. He could still feel the last flutters of her climax flitting through her cunt, as it seemed to clutch at his dick as if it would never let go. With a sigh, he pulled out, hearing her moan faintly in protest, and sank onto the floor, his sweating body heaving with gasps for breath.
"Oh, WOW," Diane said softly. She was still lying flat on her back, her legs outspread, and she smiled to herself, running her hands down her body. "Oh wow, that was fantastic," she breathed. "I never thought...." She gave a sudden glance at Bob, lying beside her, and wondered if he'd believe what she was going to say. "Wow, you're so fantastic ... I'm so glad it was you ... the first time."
Bob turned over on his side and raised an eyebrow, looking into his niece's flushed face. "Nice try, honey," he murmured. "But you ain't no virgin. Near, I'd say, but not quite. So don't give me any crap, okay?" He grinned at her expression and rumpled her hair fondly. "Hell, I don't care who you ball," he said. "Anyhow, I figured you must be protected, right?" At her nod, he continued. "And by the way, who was it that introduced you to sex anyhow? The "other' Bob, or was it Steve?" He surveyed her with interest.
Diane sat up, her mouth dropping open. "Steve? Who...."
"Your father, honey. Good old Dad...'Come on, do it, Daddy! Fuck me!' " he said slowly, mimicking her words. "That's why he left town, isn't it? Been fucking his kid and scared of the consequences? Scared he's ruined you or somethin? God, trust Steve to think up a crazy idea like that!" He snorted with amusement. "Had a piece of ass like you around and couldn't take it, so he left her to me."
"That's not it!" Diane said indignantly. "He didn't do any such thing! He just ... well, he went out of town on business, and I'm going to join him anytime now. He'll come get me...." She glared at her uncle, wishing she had never, never teased him, had never fucked him. She closed her eyes. "Oh, I'm so ashamed. I wish I were dead!"
"Hey, wait a minute!" Bob said, rolling over and capturing the girl in his arms. "I was just teasing, honey! I don't care if you've been fucking your Dad! I just think he's crazy for leaving you, but I'm glad he did! You're the best thing that's happened to me in years!"
"Let go," Diane mumbled. "I shouldn't have let you do it to me. I love my father. Oh, why is everything so mixed up?"
"Don't worry about it, honey," Bob soothed, incredulously realizing that he was becoming aroused again by the feel of her body against his. "Just let me take care of everything ... leave it to me." He began stroking her body slowly. "Have you ever had your pussy eaten? Come on, baby doll, relax, and let old Bob take care of you. I'll make you forget your Dad...."
But I don't want to forget, Diane told herself frantically. Incest with her father hadn't horrified her that much, after she had gotten used to the idea, but this, with her uncle...I must be turning into a real whore, Diane thought dismally, feeling her body begin to respond to Bob's hands. She sighed, suddenly feeling angry at her father after all, for turning on her sexuality and then leaving her. I'll show him ... what did he expect me to do? the girl wondered. If I'm a whore, I guess that's what I am. And she pressed tightly against Bob, feeling his cock hardening against her.
"That's right, baby," Bob muttered. "Everything'll be okay, Just relax...."
Bob grinned, mentally thanking his brother-in-law for presenting him with this present as he looked down at Diane's body. She smiled back at him, a strange look in her eyes, and he sank between her thighs, opening her pussy gently with his fingers.
"Are you going to eat my pussy, Uncle Bob?
Stick your tongue in my cunt and lick it?" Diane asked softly. "I'm all full of your cum, so you'll hafta eat that, too." She shivered lasciviously, feeling a wild excitement at her words.
"Yeah, baby," Bob muttered, glancing quickly up at her, wondering faintly at the change in her voice. She sounded almost bitter, her voice mocking, but he didn't plan to worry about that right now. "Do you want me to? Tell me how you want me to do it, baby doll. Tell your uncle Bob how you like it." He bent down, inhaling deeply the smell of her and ran his hands over her wide spread thighs, probing between her legs for her vagina.
"And would you like me to suck it for you, too, while you're sucking me?" Diane offered. "I can suck cock real good, you know, everybody says so. I just love to suck cock." She grinned, hiding her uncertainty under a show of bravado. "Would you like that, Uncle Bob?"
"Damn straight," Bob muttered, wondering what he had done to be so lucky. He had thought his niece was some little innocent kid, but this afternoon had sure opened his eyes. Probably been fucking around for years, he thought. And her so innocent-looking. I wouldn't have thought she'd ever even kissed a guy before this week! Shaking his head at the deception of appearances, Bob swung his body around, settling on top of Diane, his crotch at her mouth, his mouth at hers.
"Okay, doll, show me how good you are," he grunted. "Put that hot mouth on my dick and suck me good!" He lowered his head, sinking between her thighs, and, opening her with his fingers, gave her twat a hearty swipe with his tongue.
Diane hesitated. She had never sucked a man's dick this way before. Somehow, it seemed bigger and more, menacing hanging above her face, filling her entire range of vision. Tentatively, she reached up and grasped it at the root, sticking out her tongue and touching the tip.
"Well go on! SUCK IT!" Bob said, raising his head from her crotch. "It won't bite, sugar! Just open your mouth and take it in!" He wiggled his hips slightly, causing his cock to bob against the girl's lips and shoved downwards swiftly, forcing an entrance into her mouth.
Diane choked! It was different this way! The cock went in deeper, all the way down her throat, and there was nothing she could do about it! She gagged frantically, feeling as if she were going to choke, and Bob relaxed the pressure slightly, turning his head over his shoulder and grinning at her.
"Okay, sugar, I'll take it easy. Guess you're not as experienced as I thought, huh? But you'll get it, baby, don't worry! Just open up your mouth and let it go all the way in." He returned to her cunt, raising his hips slightly so she could take his cock at her own pace, and began to lick the surface of her vagina, his tongue running up and down the sweet groove, licking up all traces of his sperm.
Diane took a deep breath and guided the man's dick back into her mouth, determining to give as good as she got! I'll show him, she thought, running her tongue over the head of his cock. I'll make him cum so hard. ... She opened her lips and pulled him down into her mouth, guiding him with her hands, taking it in deeper, deeper, all the way in until his balls were crushed against her chin.
"That's it!" Bob mumbled, his mouth full of cunt. "That's my girl! All the way, baby! Suck it good!" He covered her entire vagina with his mouth, sucking in greedily, then formed his tongue into a hard cone and thrust in into her tight pink hole, stabbing into her cunt with his tongue, using it like a cock, tongue fucking her tender twat! He could taste the creamy tang of his own cum still clinging to the inside of her vagina, mixed with the salty flavor of her secretions, and he chewed lustily away, filling his mouth with her emissions.
Diane wriggled voluptuously, her hips pressing upwards, smashing her cunt into her uncle's face. She could feel his tongue stabbing into her, feeling like a tiny snake as it crawled up into her vitals, and her muscles fluttered with excitement, sending a spurt of moisture out to be gobbled up by his hungry mouth! She sighed-this was great! She was sure glad she had stayed home this afternoon to talk to her uncle! He was licking her pussy slowly and carefully with his experienced tongue, sending thrill after thrill through her body, and Diane knew that it wouldn't be long before she climaxed again, spurting into his mouth! She turned her attention to his cock, suddenly wanting to taste his cum, to feel the creamy texture on her tongue, to swallow his sperm-like she had her Dad's!
Bob grunted,-his mouth full of fresh pussy, and swallowed hard, drinking in the secretions eagerly.
He could hardly believe how wet she was. Her cunt seemed like a never ending fountain-as fast as he sucked her dry, she secreted more, filling his mouth with fluid! He stuck his tongue all the way in, twirling it around inside her, feeling her vaginal walls clutch at it hungrily, and then withdrew it suddenly, clamping his lips over the protruding bud of her clitoris, drawing it from its slippery sheath! He wanted her to cum, to fill his mouth with her cream, and he clamped down hard on the greasy bud, drawing it between his teeth, strumming it with his tongue!
Diane growled, deep in her throat! Shivers were running through her, her hips beginning to fuck up against her uncle's face as he plumbed her puss with his tongue! She sucked eagerly at his dick, drawing it deep into her throat, her lips working up and down the massive shaft, her tongue swirling over the head on each stroke! Apparently, her efforts were paying off, because his cock seemed to swell in her mouth, and he began to fuck into her face, his balls crushing against her chin as he plunged into her mouth.
Bob could feel Diane's mouth bobbing up and down his dick, her lips nibbling on the shaft, reaching the base on each stroke, and he fucked into her open mouth wildly, sending his cock into the unseen recesses as if it were a cunt. God, she's good, he thought. A natural born cocksucker ... and she loves it! He could tell from the way her tongue lovingly swathed his prick on each stroke, her mouth gulping hungrily, that she was eager for his cum to burst into her throat, and he plowed on with renewed determination, knowing it wouldn't be long now. Already, he could feel the sap rising in his loins, entering his balls and making them rock hard! Through a haze of disbelief, he realized that he was about to climax again, for the second time in an hour, and the knowledge made him redouble his efforts on her cunt, lashing his tongue into her with frenzy.
He lashed his tongue again and again into her dripping cunt, licking the entire surface, front to back, tongue strumming the clit until it vibrated, then returning to plunging into the wet pink hole of her vagina. He reached under the girl with both hands, lifting her bucking ass to his face, and glued his lips greedily to her honey pot, sucking her juices while his hands clenched and unclenched on the flesh of her buttocks, then licked down the wet groove, towards the anus, rimming the tiny puckered hole with his tongue, tasting the dark musky tang. The taste inflamed him further, and stuck his tongue into the dark hot hole, feeling Diane buck with surprise, and then press eagerly up into his face. He grunted, continuing to suck at her ass-hole, her legs wrapping around his neck, and jammed a finger into her cunt, entering the sopping hole brutally. Using tongue and fingers, he jabbed into her hard, in the same rhythm he was fucking into her face with, and she picked it up immediately, her hips quaking under his face. He knew she was about to climax-he could taste and feel the subtle difference in her cunt as she neared orgasm, and he increased the tempo of his strokes.
Diane felt the stab of his tongue in her ass-hole with mingled shock and delight, her overheated body accepting the new sensation without hesitation. She continued to slurp hungrily at his prick, her cheeks caving in with the effort, and reached behind him, grasping his heavy balls, holding them carefully in her hands, rolling them in their wrinkled sac. She could feel them moving under her hands, and she could feel them growing harder and tighter as he fucked into her mouth, and she knew instinctively that that presaged his cum! Suddenly, she copied his invasion of her ass-hole as best she could, feeling for the tiny hole with her fingers, then plunging a stiff forefinger deep inside the man's ass!
Bob reacted as if he had been shot! With a convulsive jerk, his whole body spasmed, sending his cock way down his adolescent niece's open throat, even his balls entering her mouth! OH MY GOD, the man thought in a sudden blaze of lust. She's taking my balls in.. .in her mouth ... down her throat she's going to swallow me whole. . . I can't stand it! His body went completely out of control, smashing frantically into the girl's face, driven by the prodding of her finger in his ass-hole, massaging against his prostrate! Flashing fire engulfed him, his body coiled into a huge knot, then exploded, his balls leaping and bursting, his orgasm racing through him with the force of a blow, culminating in a great rush of sticky semen gushing from the head of his cock, splattering into Diane's open mouth! He could feel her swallowing his seed, her throat muscles working on his shaft, milking his cum, and his cock pulsed and jerked, shooting, spurting, a never ending tide of seed bursting from his loins!
As Bob's semen hit her throat, Diane's whole body convulsed, her orgasm triggered in some strange way by the feel of his cum in her throat! She choked, gagged violently, and swallowed, pulling him hard against her face, drinking greedily from the fountain of his cock, slurping hungrily at the endless stream of thick white fluid that coursed into her throat, while her own orgasm ripped through her, her belly loosening and convulsing, her pussy melting into a puddle of sex fluids that poured from her womb into Bob's mouth. She shook with the force of her orgasm, her hips jerking convulsively as she climaxed again and again into her uncle's face. Finally, she felt Bob's cock begin to soften in her mouth, as her own body also stopped climaxing, and she relaxed, her head falling backwards, Bob's cock still in her mouth. Diane smiled to herself, her tongue cleaning the last bits of cum from his softening cock, and swallowed happily, running her tongue around inside her mouth to taste the last lingering taste of sperm as Bob rolled free, after cleaning out her pussy.
"Wow, that was good," Diane said dreamily. "I just love the way you suck my pussy, Uncle Bob." She smiled sleepily, and Bob swung up beside her, gathering her in his arms.
"Yeah, you're some fine cocksucker, just like you said," Bob answered, stroking the girl's hair.
"I did it better that time than ever before," Diane said honestly. "I've only done it a coupla times, and it gets better ever time. I just love the way it tastes. Do you think we could do it again?" She ran her tongue over her lips, wishing he had come a bucketful, confident that she would have enjoyed every drop!
"Whoa, baby," Bob laughed, feeling her move her body against his. "I'm not as young as I used to be, you know! Don't tell me old Steve balls you three times in a row!"
"No, we've only done it a coupla times," Diane murmured absently. "I don't wanta talk about it right now though...." She rolled away from the man, grinning at him complacently, her hands running down his body, searching. Bob shook his head ruefully.
"No use, baby," he said. "Well have to wait a minute...." He reached for her again, but she pulled away sharply, her eyes wide. "Hey ... what is it? What's wrong?"
"Uncle Bob," Diane whispered. "It's your wife...."
CHAPTER NINE
Cynthia had come home that afternoon from the grocery store, pushed open the front door, and walked all the way to the kitchen and set down the bags of groceries before she realized something was strange. Although she knew that her husband and niece must be home, because the car was outside, she hadn't seen hide nor hair of them, or heard anything either. She frowned, listening carefully. Usually, Bob heard her come in and came to help her, or at least called out, and Diane had played the radio steadily since she had been with them. The silence was unnerving, and Cynthia left the groceries and began walking through the house.
"Bob? Diane?" she called, walking through the living room. Deciding that they might be out by the pool, she crossed the hall and opened the door of the Florida room, and stopped dead in her tracks. There they were, both of them ... on the floor, a tangled mass of arms and legs. Cynthia stood stock still, her mind unable to take in what she was seeing-her husband and her niece, rolling around on the floor of the Florida room, his hips working furiously as he drove into the girl's mouth, the girl's hands clutching at his ass, his head hidden between the girl's legs.
"OH...." Cynthia breathed, paralyzed, her eyes blinking as she tried to take in what she was seeing. "I'm dreaming ... this can't really be happening!" She moaned faintly, reaching out for support, but neither of the two on the floor noticed her presence-they were too mutually engrossed! Cynthia watched in horrified fascination, watching her husband's buttocks churn as he pounded into the girl's mouth, and his head bob as he dove into her muff. She could hear the sounds of their grunts and moans of lust, and she wondered how she had missed it before. Surely they were going on loud enough to wake the dead! She watched her husband fuck the girl's mouth in amazement-she hadn't seen him fuck that way in years! For some time now, their sex life had consisted of a brief encounter in the dark of their bedroom several times a month, and Cynthia couldn't even remember the the last time she had actually looked at her husband naked, much less while he was fucking! Fascinated, her eyes dwelled on his powerful legs and buttocks, traveling up his back to his dark head, and she sucked in her breath as a sudden spasm of desire hit her belly, followed by a surge of jealousy as she saw Diane's white legs wrapped around his head!
The full realization of what she was witnessing hit Cynthia with the force of a blow, and she moaned out loud, swaying weakly, grasping at the wall. She knew she should rush in and separate them, should tear her husband's face from between the girl's legs, but somehow she couldn't move. She stared, fascinated as a rabbit by a snake, her eyes following every movement of their entwined bodies. She realized that she was craning forward, trying to see more, her eyes especially drawn to the girl's slender body, almost hidden beneath her husband's! Cynthia's breath began to quicken as she watched, and an unbidden thrill rushed through her. With a start, she realized her panties were getting wet as she watched. Cynthia moaned at her body's betrayal as a series of crazy images darted through her brain. The scene seemed familiar somehow to her, as if she had seen it before, and she suddenly remembered with vivid clarity a dream she had been having, a dream that left her weak and shaking with unslaked lust, that made her reach out for Bob's unresponsive body in the dark.
In the dream, she and a blonde girl were stroking each other, their hands gentle on each other's bodies, then demanding as lust built up in them. The dream had been so real that she could almost feel the girl's flesh beneath her fingers, could almost taste the girl's pussy as she dove between her legs, just as her husband was doing now! The dream always made her cringe with self disgust, because she knew it was a sign of perverse desires, and she would frantically try to awaken her husband to bring her to her senses, but usually have to finish herself off with her own fingers. Always with the tantalizing picture before her. ... Cynthia drew in her breath sharply, realizing that she was bending forward, her tongue caught between her teeth, her eyes straining as she watched, eager to catch a glimpse of the girl's slender body!
"No ... no, this can't be happening," Cynthia murmured, her hand stealing to her throat. She could feel a pulse pounding there, as her blood raced through her veins, and her breathing grew ragged. Her hand dropped lower, resting on the swell of her bosom, touching the curve of her breast, and she had a violent desire to see Diane's breasts, to touch their youthful firmness, to massage the flesh in her fingers, to feel the tender nipple erect in her palm! With a start, Cynthia discovered she was massaging her own breast, her fingers clutching spasmodically at her cloth covered tit, as her eyes avidly drank in the seen.
The two on the floor were climaxing now, their bodies shuddering and shaking as they strained towards each other in the final throes of lust. Cynthia could see the muscles bunching in Bob's buttocks as he pounded the last few strokes into Diane's mouth, and she could see Diane's legs tremble and wrap even tighter around Bob's neck, bringing his face down to her steaming crotch, forcing him to drink her secretions. Then they fell apart, their bodies shining with sweat, panting with exertion, and Cynthia knew that if she was going to move, it would have to be now, now before they saw her! In a daze, she heard their voices as they came from their lustful trance, heard Diane's young voice whisper, "It's your wife," saw Diane's shocked face, her instinctive cowering. And then Bob was rolling over, looking at her. Cynthia dropped her hand from her breast, wishing she were on the moon-anywhere but here, with her husband and his young mistress nude on the floor, staring at her. She knew that she should be outraged, shocked, but the only feeling that shot through her was intense disappointment. It was as bad as her dream-working her up and then dropping her flat.
The three stared at each other for a long moment, Diane in fear and shock, Bob with mixed emotion. He looked at his wife, realizing that he should have been more careful. He winced, seeing the look on her face begin to change from some unexplainable expression to anger, and wondered detachedly how long she had been standing there. He squinted, trying to read her face, not knowing what the hell to say in a situation like this!
Finally, Cynthia spoke, her voice shaking. "Well. Forgive me for interrupting," she said coldly, thrusting down every thought but anger. Suddenly it occurred to her that Diane was only fourteen, if that, and she was even more furious. When she was fourteen, she hadn't even kissed a man, and here this little slut ... With a gasp of anger, Cynthia pushed down her jealousy and glared at the couple. "You little bitch. No wonder your father palmed you off on us. I'm ashamed to be your aunt! You should be locked up! And as for you, you child molester, I'm gonna have your ass!"
Cynthia's voice broke as she stared at her husband, outrage overcoming her. "You filthy pig! You should be shot! I don't want to see either of you ever again ... take you; filth where it belongs! Into the gutter!" She stood there shaking, the realization that she had stood there and watched with enjoyment making her even more furious!
Diane raised herself on her elbow, staring at her aunt. "But Aunt Cynthia," she said sweetly. "Why didn't you stop us before? I saw you, standing there ... feeling your tit! Yes, that's right!" She turned to Bob. "She was watching us, feeling herself up! I fucking saw her. So she doesn't have to come off all righteous now!" She glared at Cynthia, her shock turning into naked anger. "And I wouldn't blame your husband at all ... with a wife like you, it's a wonder he hasn't done this before!" She grinned viciously at the older woman, enjoying her confusion, wanting to hurt her, to break down the wall around her. "You've got some nerve, cussing us out when you'd probably like to do it yourself! If you had the nerve!"
Bob looked back and forth between the two women, his head whirling. He hadn't noticed Cynthia come in, but he couldn't believe that she had been doing what Diane was saying. Still, she wasn't protesting anymore! Slowly, he stood up.
"Is Diane right, Cynthia?"
"She's lying! She's a filthy, lying little slut! I'm going to have you both in jail," Cynthia yelled, shaken from her trance. She backed away from her husband's advancing form.
Bob surveyed her dispassionately. She was a lovely woman, and he could just see her telling the judge about him. He swore-she was right. He'd be jail for twenty years, and Diane'd be sent away to a foster home. There was only one thing he could think of to do, and he certainly hoped Diane had been right about what she'd seen. Reaching out, he grasped his wife's arm.
"Let GO!" Cynthia spat at her husband. She was trembling with rage, and she glared at the naked man angrily, her eyes fairly shooting sparks. "Take your filthy paws off of me!"
"Oh, NO! Not this time," muttered Bob, pinching Cynthia's arm cruelly. "Come here, Diane." He held his wife firmly with one hand and motioned to Diane with the other. Diane walked over, bearing her naked body proudly, and looked at the older woman.
"I love your husband to suck my pussy, aunt Cynthia," the girl said tauntingly. "And you like watching, didn't you?" She stretched slowly and put her hand on Bob's ass, caressing him slowly, watching Cynthia's eyes widen.
"Yeah, she-likes watching," Bob said slowly. His wife had stopped struggling in his grasp and was standing there passively, only her eyes showing her feelings. Bob shifted his grip and propelled the woman across the room. "I didn't know that's what you wanted, honey," he said slowly, "or I'd have done this a long time ago." He surveyed the woman coolly, as if she were a stranger, noticing suddenly the way her eyes were riveted on Diane, comprehension slowly dawning in his mind. He shot a swift glance at the young girl-she was apparently enjoying herself, flaunting her newfound superiority over her aunt, but he didn't know if she'd go for what he had in mind or not.
Suddenly, Cynthia seemed to come to. Pulling away, she began to struggle against her husband's grip, her hands forming into claws as she tried to gouge his eyes. Bob swore and grasped the struggling woman, holding her tightly, and dragged her across the room, kicking and protesting.
"Let me GO! YOU PIG! BEAST!" Cynthia yelled.
"Shut up," Bob snapped, flinging her to the floor and straddling her, pinioning her arms to the floor. He shook his head in disbelief. If anyone had told him he would seduce his niece and then have to subdue his hysterical wife this afternoon, he would have thought they were crazy! He looked down at the woman he had been married to for ten years-she seemed like a stranger, a scratching, biting stranger! He held her on the floor, looking at her carefully. Her hair had come undone and spilled over her shoulders in wild profusion, her face was flushed, her breasts heaved with rage. Bob grinned, feeling an undeniable spark of desire as he surveyed her mature form.
"Sorry about this, old girl," he muttered. "But I think I must have been neglecting you lately. Well, we're going to make up for lost time now. Diane, come here and help me, honey."
"What're ya going to do?" Diane asked with interest, kneeling beside the pair. "Boy, she's mad, isn't she! She looks like she'd like to kill both of us!" Diane laughed.
"If you lay one finger on me, one finger," Cynthia said, her voice trembling, then choking off.
"Strip her," Bob said matter-of-factly to Diane. 'I'll hold her." Diane glanced at him in amazement, then began to obey wordlessly, reaching out and unbuttoning her aunt's blouse and opening it over her breasts, then pulling down the woman's skirt until she lay on the floor in her bra and panties, glaring up at her tormentors.
"I don't believe this," Cynthia moaned. "My own husband ... I must be going insane." She struggled weakly, then subsided, looking up wearily. "Well, what're you going to do to me, Bob? Beat me? Or fuck me? Nothing you can do will make any difference, you know. I hate you, and I'm going to see that you're put away where you won't cause any trouble-for good. You and your little slut." She stared coldly at the man, her earlier anger replaced by a cold fury that possessed her, making her long for revenge. She smiled, picturing the man above her behind bars, pleading with her, begging her....
"Oh no, baby. I'm not going to do a thing," Bob sneered, "you never have wanted me to, have you? And I'm a little fucked out right now, and I certainly wouldn't waste myself on you even if I could. Diane's going to take care of you, baby, just like you wanted ... I saw where you were looking, and it wasn't at me! Diane, take off her bra ... it's up to you. I want you to make my dear wife forget our little misunderstanding."
CHAPTER TEN
"ME?" Diane squeaked. "What ... what do you mean?" She had been watching the exchange with interest, actually looking forward to watching Bob disciplining his wife, strangely excited by the though of watching them screw, but this....
"God, is she queer, too?" Cynthia said disparagingly, trying to hide the sudden leap of excitement inside her. She thrust it down firmly, knowing that to admit its existence would make her as depraved as they were.
"Hey wait a minute," Diane protested. "I don't want to do anything to her. I don't even know WHAT to do to her! What do you think I am?" She stared indignantly at Bob and sat up, her tits bouncing. She had heard about girls who did things like that, and she sure wasn't going to be one! "I like men, uncle Bob. Chicks who do things like that. ... well, they're weird!"
"Don't worry about it, honey," Bob said patiently. "It's okay as long as you don't just stick to women. I mean, as long as you like guys, too. And I'd kind of like to watch...." He smiled reassuringly at the girl, his cock swelling as he pictured her going down on his wife.
"God, you're sick," Cynthia whispered, looking from one to the other with shocked eyes.
"No he isn't. He's just-great," Diane said staunchly. "I think you're mean, Aunt Cynthia. I always have thought so."
Bob smiled at his niece's naive assessment of the situation. "Go ahead, honey."
"Well, if you think it'll help," Diane said doubtfully. "But I don't even know what to do."
"Just start out by rubbing her tits a little," Bob instructed. "Shit, she wants you to! Look at her nipples-they're hard as rocks! And then play with her pussy, like I did with yours, and make her climax."
Diane crouched down beside her aunt, surveying the older woman's breasts in amazement. It was true-the woman's nipples were poking straight up. Diane giggled, reaching out and brushing her fingers over her aunt's breasts. "Wow, she really is gettin turned on," Diane marveled. "She must be one of those whatchamacallits who don't like men. Her tits are real firm, too, for an old lady."
"You little b-bitch!" Cynthia stuttered; "I don't know what he's done to you, how he's hypnotized you, but you're worse than he is! I'm going to call your father and tell him what's going on around here!"
Bob laughed. "Yeah, you do that, Cynthia. Call your precious brother and tell him all about his darling daughter. But while you're at it, you better turn him in, too. He's the one who started all this. Go ahead, Diane, shut her up. I've heard enough of this crap. Sit on her fucking face and make her eat your pussy. Well be all day this way."
Diane grinned suddenly. That was more like it! "But you didn't have to tell her about Dad," she complained, swinging her legs over Cynthia's face suddently. "And I bet she wont do it. She won't lick my pussy."
"Oh yes she will, because if she doesn't I'll make her wish she had," Bob threatened vaguely. He watched Diane settle over his wife's face, his breath quickening. "Now bend down and do her, too," he whispered. "Get her going, Diane. It's the only way."
But Diane was no longer listening. She could feel the woman's hot breath on her pussy, and her stomach muscles tightened involuntarily. Somehow this didn't seem like such a bad idea after all, she decided, bending forward and running her hands through the woman's black pubic hair. In fact, it was kind of interesting. Diane parted the woman's legs, peering interestedly at her cunt. She had never even looked closely at her own before, and she was surprised at the complicated convolutions of the organ. Wonderingly, she traced the puffy red lips with her finger and dipped it inside.
"She's wet," Diane remarked, surprised. "You were right, Uncle Bob. She's digging it." She thrust her finger up inside the woman's snatch suddenly, feeling the spongy flesh give under her hand, and wriggled, feeling an answering surge deep inside her.
Cynthia had felt the girl climb on top of her in a daze, and she could hardly believe it when the girl's pussy settled firmly over her face. She' could scarcely breathe, her nostrils filled with the overpowering odor of cunt, and she groaned in humiliation, realizing that here was her dream come true. But her dreams had never gone this far-they had always stopped before this point was reached. Cynthia opened her mouth to protest, and found it full of warm wet flesh, flesh that quivered on her mouth, and dripped on her tongue.
Diane opened Cynthia's cunt carefully with her fingers. She could feel the older woman's mouth on her pussy, and suddenly she felt the tentative touch of a tongue on her sensitive flesh. "Ooo, that feels good," she announced. "She's doing it, Uncle Bob! Your wife's eating my cunt! She's sticking her tongue in my pussy!" The girl grinned broadly at her uncle, and lowered her own head to Cynthia's crotch. "I'm gonna suck her dry, suck up her pussy juice!"
"Yeah! That's the way," Bob said, slowly releasing his grip on his wife. Diane seemed to have matters well in hand now, and he sat back, relaxing, taking his prick between thumb and forefinger and rubbing it gently. "Do it, baby. Eat her cunt. Clean out her kitchen and make her beg for more!" He watched with growing lust, marveling at this unknown desire in his wife, wishing to God he'd known about this years before, thinking of all the time he had wasted. He had never seen two women making love before, only heard about it, and he found it wildly stimulating to watch. So exciting, in fact, that his cock was erecting again ... for the third time in as many hours. Bob settled back, grinning, thinking that he had found his own private fountain of youth.
Cynthia stuck her tongue hesitantly into the girl's pussy. She knew that what she was doing was wrong, contrary to every belief she held, but she couldn't help herself, not with the girl's twat smashed into her face! I may as well do it, the woman told herself. There's no other choice ... and besides. ... Cynthia tasted the girl's fluids, salty against her tongue, and was lost. Still unwilling to admit to herself how mush she wanted this to happen, she rolled her tongue around inside, marveling at the spongy texture of the girl's cunt flesh, feeling the subtle contractions of her vagina relaying to her tongue. With a start, she realized that Diane was enjoying this fully as much as she was, and, with a sudden surge of pride, plunged her tongue deep inside, determined to make the girl climax!
"OH, YEAH! Suck her pussy, Cynthia baby! Suck the little bitch until she cums in your face," Bob muttered, watching his wife. He could see her open mouth glued to Diane's honey pot, and the thought that his wife was eating out the same cunt he himself had fucked and sucked added to his excitement! He began stroking his cock with long slow strokes, feeling it harden in his fingers.
Diane wiggled her hips encouragingly as she felt her aunt's tongue begin to explore her brimming vagina and returned to her eager munching at the woman's hole. Cynthia was flowing freely now, her mature twat exuding a stream of thick fluid that Diane lapped up without hesitation, swallowing greedily. She ran her finger up into the woman's twat, at the same time moving her lips to the swelling nub of her clitoris and drawing it between her teeth. She was amply rewarded by a fresh welling of moisture from Cynthia's cunt, wetting her fingers and dripping over her chin. She replaced finger with tongue quickly and drank in the moisture avidly.
Cynthia shuddered as the girl's lips clamped onto her clit, feeling her final resistance melt and disappear into a puddle of lust! She searched the girl's twat quickly, locating her fledgling clit, and returned the favor, sucking it into her mouth and thrumming it eagerly with her tongue! Diane began to hunch against her face, grinding her cunt into her mouth, and Cynthia sucked eagerly, anxious for the girl to cum, to fill her mouth with pussy cum! She swallowed hungrily, feeling the young girl's lubrication slide down her throat, and slurped for more, running her tongue up into the girl's twat as far as it would go, cleaning her out as fast as she could!
"Yeah, yeah, EAT her. Suck her dry!" Bob encouraged. "God, look at her go! You should see her eat your cunt, Diane, she's really getting into it!" He watched with amazement as his wife reached up and grasped her niece's hips, pulling her hard against her face, her mouth working frantically as she drank the girl's welling juices! Bob's cock was rock hard now, throbbing furiously between his fingers, and he groaned in excitement, watching the muscles in his wife's throat work as she gulped at Diane's pussy!
Diane shuddered and stiffened, the first waves of orgasm rippling through her. She knew her moisture was drenching Cynthia's face, flooding into her mouth, and she redoubled her own efforts, eager for a similar flood of cum! Her hips churned and ground automatically, forcing her cunt again and again into Cynthia's face, and her insides quivered with the force of her climax! She sucked desperately at the woman's twat, urging her to let loose, to come along with her! She could feel it trembling against her tongue, the flesh quivering and shaking like Jello, but the final rush of fluid continued to elude her. Suddenly, she reached around under the older woman's ass, lifting her up, her fingers searching for heir ass-hole, remembering the effect her finger had had on Bob! With a groan, she found it and plunged her digit in all the way, digging into the woman's buttery soft ass, and Cynthia convulsed, her legs wrapping hard around Diane's head, forcing her mouth down onto the seaming flood of her orgasm! With a grunt deep in her throat, Diane tasted Cynthia's cum and convulsed again, agonizing spasms of lust coursing through her again and again.
Bob groaned as he watched the two women, his hand stroking his erect cock, smearing the pre-come lubrication over the shaft, his hand fairly flying up and down the slippery shaft. He had watched in mounting excitement as Diane's lithe young hips began to move like well oiled pistons, smashing her dripping pussy again and again into his wife's face, grinding into the older woman's open mouth! And Cynthia was literally eating it up, her mouth making slurping sounds as she drank the effluvia from her niece's cunt! Cynthia's own legs were wrapped tightly around Diane's blonde head, as she fucked upwards into the girl's face, and, as Bob watched, both women began to climax, Cynthia's strong legs thrashing wildly as she dragged Diane's head deeper into her twat, Diane's body rippling and bucking as climax overcame her!
The smell of their mingled orgasms and their muffled groans of lust rose in the air, and Bob shook his head, still unbelieving, but wildly willing to believe! Telling himself it was now or never, he squatted beside them on the floor, roughly pushing Diane's face away from his wife's twat, positioning himself between the woman's legs himself. Bob looked down at his wife's cunt as if he had never seen it before, his eyes drinking in the exciting sight of red gaping maw, droplets of creamy cum oozing from between the puffy lips. As he watched in fascination, the glistening red hole seemed to pucker and move.
Diane rolled off, looking up dazedly, eyes widening as she saw Bob poised at the entrance to his wife's cunt. Her lips broke into a smile as she saw that he was about to fuck the woman, and she moved aside, eager to watch.
Cynthia gasped for breath as Diane's body left her mouth, her lips opening and closing spasmodically. She could still taste the girl's cum on her lips, and she licked them avidly, her mind still far away in a trance of lust. The she felt her legs being roughly parted, and a hard hand searching between her thighs, opening her still dripping cunt and thrusting inside. She moaned and opened her eyes, looking her husband straight in the eyes, then blushed vividly, suddenly immensely embarrassed.
"Oh, Bob. I'm so ashamed," Cynthia whispered, unable to meet her husband's gaze. "I don't know what you must think of me!" .
Bob grinned, settling between his wife's thighs. "I think I want to fuck you, my dear," he laughed. "You've got the best-looking cunt I've seen in years, and I want to stick my cock in it!" He slid forward, his cockhead pressing against his wife's canal and realized that he was telling the absolute truth! He was turned on, turned on wildly by the same twat he had been indifferently filling up for the last ten years! He had thought when he commanded Diane to eat his wife's cunt that maybe he'd give the old girl a last screw out of pity, or for old time's sake, but he felt far different now! He couldn't wait to get it in, to pound into the woman's wide open twat.
"Go on," Diane urged suddenly. "Wow, this is wild! I'm getting horny again just watching! Stick her, uncle Bob! Fill up her cunt! She's begging for it!" Diane sat beside them, her own legs wide spread, her fingers nervously stroking her own cunt.
Cynthia head the girl's voice, feeling a last dim pull of revulsion for the whole scene. She had never heard of anything as depraved as this-lying spread-eagled on the floor, with her own husband about to fuck her, while his young mistress looked on. ... The same young mistress she herself had just sucked off! Cynthia moaned faintly, twisting away, years of social teaching bursting into her brain, telling her she was damned for doing this! But she couldn't stop, not now, not with her body aching for the big stick between her legs. She smiled, accepting.
"Yes, darling, stick it in me! Stick that big cock in me and ram it home! Just like you did with ... her! I'll give you a ride! DO IT!" She smiled full into Bob's face, wriggling her hips lewdly and raising her body to his.
Bob didn't hesitate any longer! With a grunt, he slid his hard cock into his wife's greasy canal, sliding easily into the well greased maw! Cynthia instantly clamped down on him-her cunt wasn't as tight as Diane's anymore, but her muscles were firm and tight, and Bob groaned as he felt her sheath enclose him!
"God! Fuck me, baby! What a cunt! I can feel it gripping my cock all the way down to my balls!" Bob groaned, ripping into his wife's twat. This was a far cry from the dry run he usually experienced with her, and he looked down in shock, hardly believing it was the same woman! "Damn, she really turned you on, didn't she, old girl? You're wet as hell!"
But Cynthia didn't even hear-she was totally lost in a dream of lust, her body responding to her husband's strokes as never before, her hips twisting and bucking under his! A low moan escaped her lips, and she reached out wildly, her hand clutching at the man's back, lifting her body to his, pulling his head down to hers and meeting his lips in a wet kiss! Bob sucked greedily at his wife's mouth, tasting Diane's cum on her lips, and suddenly broke free, whispering hoarsely to Diane.
"Sit on her face again! Make her suck you out again! God! I can taste your cum on her mouth, honey! Hurry up, sit on her fucking face!" He pulled back, never missing a stroke, and Diane, nothing loath, scrambled hastily on top of Cynthia's face again, mashing her twat against the woman's mouth.
Cynthia moaned, sticking her tongue eagerly into the wet cunt again, swirling it around inside, licking, sucking, drinking at the girl's blonde-fringed twat! Diane grunted with excitement, squirming onto the woman's face. She could see Bob pounding energetically away between Cynthia's legs, his heavily muscled hips driving in and out, his dick cleaving into the woman's black bush, making a squishing noise as it sliced into the dripping flesh! Diane moaned in ecstasy, grasping her tits in wild excitement as she rode her aunt's tongue.
"She's doing it! She's eating my pussy again! WOW! Her tongue's way up inside! Her tongue's driving me wild!" Diane cried.
"Good girl," Bob said hoarsely, continuing to screw his wife in rapidly speeding strokes. He tensed-he knew it wouldn't be long before he came, not at this rate! He tried to slow down, but Cynthia's strong thighs held him tight, her mature hips bucking and churning, forcing him to match her pace! He grunted like an animal, insanely excited by the feel of his own wife's cunt, and his head spun crazily as he watched his niece grind her cunt into the older woman's face! He had never imagined anything so exciting, even in his wildest dreams, and this was no dream! This was reality, the only reality, the only important thing in the world the driving need in his gut, the need to explode, to shoot his wad into the trembling depths of the cunt under him!
"OOOOHHH! I'M CUMMING! AGAIN! OOOHHH! SUCK MY PUSSY! AUNT CYNTHIA! SUUUUCCCCKKKKK MEEEE! SUCK ME! I'M CUMMING! EAT MY CUM!" Diane yelled, screwing into her aunt's face as she burst into orgasm, her hips grinding out her climax in a furious series of bucks! She exploded into wild orgasm, her entire body spasming and twitching, her head snapping back and forth, blonde hair flying, as her back arched with the fury of her cum! "I'M CUMMING IN YOUR MOUTH! EAT ME! EAT MY CUM!" Diane grasped her tits hard, her fingers digging into her own flesh, leaving red marks on her skin as she came, again and again, wave after wave of orgasm ripping through her slender frame!
Cynthia was cumming, too, her pussy convulsing under her husband's cock, grabbing frantically at the fast moving shaft! Bob felt the first wave of her orgasm ripple through her body, as her pussy clamped onto his dick like an iron glove! He shouted in triumph, his hips bucking forward rapidly, in a series of short hard bursts, screwing fast and furious as his own orgasm threatened to overwhelm him. And then he let himself go, powerless to hold back any longer, his seed spurting wildly from the tip of his cock, splashing into his wife's womb.
"AAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH! I'M CUMMING! CUMMING IN YOUR CUNT! MY COCK'S ABOUT TO EXPLODE! AAAGGGH! HERE IT COMES! FEEL IT! FEEL MY CUM, BABY! IN YOUR HOT CUNT! HOT FUCKING SEED, IN YOUR CUNT!" Bob screamed, his voice rising in a hoarse yell of triumph as he spurted out his semen, the force of his climax almost knocking him backwards.
As Cynthia felt the hot wash of her husband's seed hit her spasming insides, she convulsed again, her breast flopping from side to side as she spasmed, ripples of orgasm engulfing her entire body! She chewed avidly at Diane's cunt, her mouth full of the young girl's pussy cum, swallowing the delicious fluids for all she was worth, drinking deep from the brimming fountain!
Diane felt her own body snap out a series of orgasms, each one wrenching her insides with spasms, until she slumped forward exhausted, her chest heaving with exertion. Sighing, her fingers still gently massaging her breasts, she rolled off the woman's face and collapsed on the floor, staring up dreamily.
"Wow, it gets better every time," she said happily. "Oh, Aunt Cynthia, you're the best pussy lapper in town. You really are fantastic!" She bent over and placed a noisy kiss on her aunt's mouth, tasting her own cum on the woman's lips.
Cynthia looked up dazedly. Her husband was just pulling out of her brimming twat, his cock slimy with secretions, and her niece was kissing her greedily on the mouth. With a sigh, Cynthia disengaged herself gently.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Well," Cynthia said, feeling a glow of pleasure at the strange compliment. "Now that it's been established that I'm as bad as the rest of you, what now?"
"Oh, I don't know," Bob said. "But there sure are a lot of possibilities. I could fuck Diane, while she...."
"I didn't mean that," Cynthia said crossly. She surveyed her husband as he sat beside her, one hand resting easily on her thigh, the other already reaching for Diane. "God, don't you ever have enough? What on earth's happened to you? You certainly never acted like this before!"
Bob laughed. "You complaining?" he asked softly. "You didn't complain a minute ago."
Cynthia grimaced. "I've already admitted my guilt," she said haughtily. "But what people don't seem to realize ... Oh, Lord! What are we going to tell Diane's father?"
"like I told you, tell him anything you want," Bob said. "What do you think, Di? Would he mind?"
"Gee, I dunno," Diane said thoughtfully. "I mean, he's pretty freaked out about it all anyhow. I dunno how he'd take all this."
Cynthia looked at the girl in disbelief, her eyes softening as she surveyed the lovely young body. "Do you mean to tell me, that Steve knows? I don't believe it! Not Steve!" She frowned, vaguely remembering Bob telling her something in the heat of passion, and trying to put it together with Steve's voice as he had called the other night.
"Go ahead, Diane honey. Tell her. And while you're at it, why don't you tell the whole story-I never did get to hear it." Bob settled back, propping his back against the couch, and looked at his two women happily.
"Well," Diane began. "It was like this. I was out with a boyfriend of mine, and he convinced me to let him come in the house while Dad was out." She blushed faintly. "You know how it is. And Dad's always been real strict, 'specially since Mom died. Anyway, me and this dude, his name's Bob, too, we were well, getting it on, on the couch. I mean, it was like the first time I'd ever done anything. Boy, I sure have missed a lot."
"Haven't we all," Bob murmured, stroking Diane's silky thigh. "Go on."
"Yeah. Well, I was-uh, sucking his cock, and he came in my mouth, and then I guess he was gonna screw me, but Dad walked in. Wow, was I shook!" Diane giggled faintly, remembering. "And Dad grabbed him and threw him out, and then laid into me ... he whipped my ass, I can tell you! I'm still a little sore back there! Anyhow, somehow he ended up fucking me, and I was cumming all over the place, and it was really beautiful! I just loved it! And I thought he did, too, at least he acted like it, but the next day he just ignored me. Anyhow, it pissed me off, and I went out and got the pill, and then he came home and I seduced him. And he seemed to really dig it again, but I fell asleep and when I woke up, you people were there. That's it, I guess."
"Goodness," Cynthia murmured. "Steve. I never would have believed it." She looked at the girl thoughtfully. "But how did you and Bob...."
"Yeah, I've kinda been wondering myself," Bob put in. He was getting faintly excited again, listening to the girl's story, and he looked at his groin in amazement.
Diane blushed, shooting a glance at her aunt. "Wow, this is kind of embarrassing, telling about it and all. I mean, it just sorta happened, if you know what I mean. Nobody would tell me where Dad was, and I, well, I wanted to join him, understand? I mean, I really dug what he did to me, and I didn't really see much hope of getting it from anybody else." She looked at Bob and snuggled to him suddenly. "And after Dad, I just didn't want to get it on with kids anymore. I wanted him back, and I know he really wants me. I mean, I got the pill, so I can't get pregnant, and I really don't know what's wrong...."
"Don't worry about it," Cynthia said quickly, seeing the girl was about to burst into tears. She shot a glance at Bob, who was stroking the girl's thigh absently, and sighed. "Go on, honey. Tell me about you and my dear husband." She grinned faintly, suddenly thinking about how Bob had been staring at the girl all week. She sure hadn't thought it would lead to this!
"Well, I figured that I'd worm the info out of him-where Dad was and all. like I'd seen him watching me all week, and I thought if I Mnda led him on a little he'd blow his cool and tell me," Diane said miserably, realizing how awful it sounded. "But, well, I was the one who blew my cool. We just ended up fucking, and then we ate each other out and then you came in. Gosh, Aunt Cynthia, I'm sorry. I mean I'm not sorry really, but I am ... oh, I don't know WHAT I mean! Everything's all messed up. I didn't think anything like this would happen!" Diane looked so young and innocent sitting there, her blue eyes guiltless, looking for all the world like the most innocent high school girl in town. But she was stark naked, her firm tits bare, and she was snuggling up next to a nude man, her hand resting near his cock, and she had just sucked the older woman who was watching her to orgasm. Not once, but two times. As Cynthia watched in fascination, the girl's hand crept over to Bob's cock, stroking it softly. Bob looked up, his eyes bright.
"Some story, huh? If I hadn't just cum three times, I'd jump her!" He laughed, removing the girl's hand gently. "Later, baby. Why don't we get some chow and decide what we're gonna do about that shy father of yours. I'm sure we'll think of something."
It was later that evening. The three had thrashed over the problem of Diane's father, and been unable to come to any conclusion. The main problem was, of course, that the man was no longer in town, and he had just told Bob and Cynthia that he had gone to LA on business.
"Well, we could call up his boss," Bob said doubtfully. "But I don't want to get Steve in trouble. Poor guy, he's got enough problems already."
"Yes," Cynthia agreed, frowning. "And he probably didn't tell Mr. Johnson anything either. I guess we'll just have to wait him out-he won't stay away forever." She patted Diane's consolingly on the arm and the girl grinned up at her.
"Doesn't matter to me," Diane said. "I've got you two now. And dad'll show up ... at least, I guess he will. Hey, you don't think he'd do anything silly, like kill himself do you? He was really awfully uptight."
"No, I don't think so," Cynthia said slowly. "I mean, Steve always has been very strict morally-why, he used to yell at me when we were kids if I stayed out too late on a date. Just like he was my Dad or something! And I guess the thought of incest ... well, I suppose it really blew his mind. I still can't believe he did it-was he drunk or something?"
"Yeah, drunk as a skunk," Diane said cheerfully. "Well, I'm not going to worry about it." He'll be okay." She stood up, beaming down at her aunt and uncle. "How about it?"
Bob looked at the girl, wondering at the resiliency of youth. Only a while ago, she had been agonizing over her father's disappearance, and now she was apparently ready to forget all about him. He frowned-apparently incest didn't bother Diane one little bit. And it was beginning not to bother him, either. He hadn't thought about it in connection with himself, but technically, Diane was his relation, if not by blood. He looked at her-she smiled back at him, oblivious of his thoughts, and he pulled himself up.
"Why don't we all go for a swim?" Bob suggested. "It's a nice night, and the pool'll be good and warm. I feel like a swim, myself. How about you ladies?"
The three trooped out to poolside. Bob glanced at the women and began stripping, pulling off his trousers nonchalantly. Diane squealed happily, following his example.
"Skinny dipping!" Diane cried. "Wow, far out!" She ripped off her jeans and top and posed before them a minute, her body outlines clearly in the dim light, then dived into the pool. "Wow, this is great! Come on in!"
Cynthia looked at her husband slowly, her hand going to her throat. Somehow, this casual stripping seemed to put the seal on what had gone before, and she hesitated. The wild sex session had been carried out in the heat of passion, without coherent thought on her part, but she was in complete control of her senses now.
"Come on, old girl," Bob said gently, mistaking her hesitation. "You've still got the nicest tits in town." He reached out and began unbuttoning her blouse, baring her to the moonlight, gently unsnapping her bra, flicking the tips of her breasts lightly.
"Oh ... all right," Cynthia said gasping. "I guess this is the way things are going to be from now on." She stepped out of her skirt quickly, rolling her panties down her thighs, and stood there proudly, exhibiting her nude body to her husband without fear.
"COME ON IN!" Diane yelled, splashing noisily. "Oooo, I can feel the water going into my pussy!" She swam briskly to the side of the pool, reaching up and grabbing the two adults legs, pulling them in with her.
"HEY! WAIT UP!" Bob cried, hitting the water with a splash! "You little cunt! I'm gonna get your ass!" He reached for Diane, but she slipped from his grasp.
"Can't catch me!" Diane taunted, her bare arms flashing as she swam across the pool.
"Let's get her," Cynthia said suddenly. "Let's get the little slut and put it to her!" She exchanged a glance with Bob, who was amazed at the sudden viciousness in her tone, and swam after the girl.
"Okay," Bob shrugged. He swam off, over to where his wife had penned Diane against the side of the pool. Diane was struggling wildly, but the older woman held her tight, ignoring her squeals and cries of laughter which were fast changing to tears.
"Hey, don't ... don't duck me again," Diane spluttered. "I'll do anything you want! Why do this ... hey! STOP IT! You're hurting me!" She splashed wildly, trying to free herself, as Cynthia pinched her flesh cruelly between her fingers.
"I'll fix you, you little slut, see how you like it this way," Cynthia muttered. "You think you're something else, don't you, seducing your father and your uncle and your aunt. Well, it's time to pay up!" She ducked the girl, holding her under, and Bob swam over hastily.
"Let her up, Cynthia. Jesus, she's just a kid." He pulled the girl out of the water, shaking her anxiously.
"Some kid," Cynthia sniffed. "Go on, Bob darling! This is what you've always wanted, isn't it? A young girl like her, who ll let you do anything you want to her ... why don't you really use her, Bob? Put it anywhere you want-shell let you! And if she won't, I'll hold her for you. Go on, man. Can't you see she wants it? Anyway she can get it?" Cynthia spat in sudden anger, furious at the tender way the man was holding the young girl. Suddenly, she wanted to see the girl hurt as she had been, humiliated! "Go on, darling! Put it in her little ass-hole! You've always wanted to do that, haven't you? Well, here's your fucking chance...."
Bob stared at his wife, comprehension dawning. Diane's limp body stirred against his, and he felt his cock hardening at the thought of plowing into her unresisting body, taking his pleasure from the girl's tender form, filling her rear with his sperm, while his wife looked on, gloating. He'd always wanted to corn-hole his wife, but she'd never let him, and he'd put it out of his mind, until now! Slowly, he smiled, turning the girl around, pressing her up against his wife.
"Yeah, I think I will," he said slowly, rubbing his cock against the girl's bare ass. His prick swelled violently, probing at the girl's buttocks, and Bob grunted. The water swirled around them, chest deep, and he planted his feet firmly on the floor of the pool, grasping the girl's limp body around the waist. "Hold her, baby. I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna fuck her ass. Just hold her still while I go in ... and if she struggles, duck her."
Bob pressed against the girl's rear, his cock throbbing. He slid his hands down from her waist, pulling her buttocks apart roughly, exposing the crack of her ass! His breath came in ragged gasps as he ran his finger up and down, searching for the puckered hole, and thrusting his finger in, up to the hilt. Diane's eyelids fluttered, and she moved feebly.
"Wha ... what's happening?" she murmured, feeling the finger probing into her rear passage. It felt good, and she wriggled her buttocks invitingly, wrapping her arms around the woman in front of her. Cynthia held her tightly, a cruel grin on her face, her fingers twining in the girl's wet hair.
"Go ahead, darling," Cynthia said. "She's going to really like this, aren't you, Diane?"
"Do you like it? My finger in your ass?" Bob said softly, stabbing into the girl's yielding flesh. "Well, I've got something you'll like even better!" He ripped out his finger suddenly, replacing it with the head of his prick, pressing hard against the tiny hole. "I'm gonna fuck your ass, baby," he breathed, pulling her ass-cheeks apart to their fullest extent and settling himself firmly. "Hold her, Cynthia, I'm going in!"
"NNNOOO! YOU'LL HURT MEEE!" Diane wailed, picturing the man's massive cock ripping into her ass! She pulled away, tensing, but Cynthia held her firm, pressing her head near the water.
"Go on," Cynthia urged in a hoarse voice. "I've got her! Fuck her ass, Bob! Fuck the little bitch and make her scream! I want to hear her beg!" She grasped Diane's hair viciously at the roots.
Bob smiled grimly and pressed forward, his cock going in about an inch and then stopping. The pool water swirled around them, making it hard to keep his footing, and he moved forward cautiously. He could see through the clear water, see Diane's straining buttocks, see his cock just at the entrance, ready to plunge, and the sight turned him on immensely. With a wild grunt, he lunged forward, leaning his full weight on his prick, pushing forward inexorably, into the soft, buttery flesh of her ass!
"NNNOOO! NO! NO! PLEASE! YOU'RE KILLING ME! IT HURTS!" Diane moaned. She was in a nightmare of fear and pain, her body pinioned between her uncle's cock and aunt's hands. She could feel his dick slicing into her brutally, inch by torturous inch, and pain suffused her, lancing through her violated ass-hole and spreading through her body! She knew she couldn't stand much more, but she was powerless to stop him! She had never dreamed of anguish like this, never imagined anything could possibly hurt this much! His cock felt like a red hot sword, slashing through her vitals, tearing her apart, ripping her flesh!
"It's going in!" Bob whispered. He was trembling, trying to hold back, to keep himself from just smashing full length into his daughter's ass! The pressure on his dick was incredible-her ass hole was a thousand times tighter than her cunt, and hot, so hot he felt like his prick was burning off!. The contrast between the pool water sloshing around his balls and the red hot interior of the girl's ass was too much, and Bob felt like he was going to cum right then, before he was halfway in!
"Go on! DO IT!" Cynthia said suddenly, feeling Bob stop. She grasped the girl around the waist and suddenly rammed her backwards, all the way onto Bob's cock, smashing her onto the pole with all the force she could muster!
"NNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHHHGGGGGG!" Diane's voice rose in a hysterical scream as she was forced onto her uncle's cock. Pain washed over her in sickening waves, and she swayed limply, about to pass out! The pain before had been nothing compared to this-this was the most appalling agony imaginable, magnified a hundred times. She collapsed in Cynthia's arms, her head hitting the water, her body going limp! It felt like he was ripping her in two, tearing into her bowels and slicing her guts apart.
"OH, FUCK!" Bob cried, feeling the hot flesh engulf his cock. He screwed forward maniacally, no longer able to control himself, no longer caring. He plowed into her bowels like a madman, not even noticing that she was limp under his hands, his cock slashing into her butt unmercifully. He could see blood in the water, oozing from her torn rear and clouding in the pool, and the sight turned him on even more.
As Diane's face hit the water, Cynthia pulled it up, shaking the girl anxiously. She hadn't wanted to kill her, after all, just scare her a little! Diane moaned faintly under the woman's touch, and Cynthia felt a surge of relief. She could see the blood in the water, clouding around them, and she held the girl tightly to her, suddenly as excited as her husband.
"Fuck her, fuck her ass," Cynthia chanted, moving the girl back and forth on her husband's cock. She could see Bob's face over Diane's shoulder, his features contorted with lust, and she rammed the girl backwards viciously. "Move your ass, honey! Give him a good fuck!"
"Yeah, move it! You know how!" Bob grunted, sliding one hand through the water around to the girl's cunt, sticking his finger up her, moving it in rhythm with his lustful strokes in her ass! His finger kept time with his cock, and Diane moaned again, a new note in her voice as the pain began to recede in her battered ass, replaced by the pleasure growing in her cunt.
Diane could still feel the pain, but it was definitely growing fainter, a pleasant warmth spreading soothingly through her. She tightened her cunt around her uncle's finger, her hips beginning to move carefully, her ass pressing back against the man's cock! Unbelievably, it felt good! She moaned again, pressing down on the invading prick with her powerful muscles, drawing him deeper inside.
"Goddamn! She's fucking me! She's fucking my cock with her ass!" Bob cried enthusiastically, ramming his fingers into her cunt, feeling the moisture well inside. "She's getting all wet! Oh, honey! SHAKE THAT ASS! FUCK ME!"
"She's really getting into it!" Cynthia breathed, feeling a small twinge of disappointment, quickly diminished as Diane reached for her, grasping her breasts in both hands. "She's touching me ... oh yes, baby! Suck my tits!" Cynthia bent forward, cramming her nipple into the girl's open mouth, struggling to keep her balance as desire lanced through her. Diane wriggled in ecstasy, her mouth sucking at the older woman's breast, her ass-hole full of hot, hard cock.
"OOOOOO! FUCK MY ASS! RAM IT TO ME! FILL ME WITH YOUR CUM!" Diane cried, lifting her head. "I love it! I love it! Do it harder! Do it to me!"
"Oh God!" Bob groaned. "You really do love it, don'tcha! You'll do any fucking thing won'tcha! Oh, you fucking little slut! Move that ass! I'm fucking your ass and you love it! I'm gonna fill your ass, fill your ass with cream!" He could feel the overwhelming need for orgasm sweeping through him, obliterating any other thought, and his fingers gripped frantically at the girl's bucking ass as he pounded into her! She was really moving now, her ass bucking and churning, and Bob hung grimly on, burying himself deep in her ass, feeling her muscles clamp on his cock, driving him mad with the need to shoot.
Diane tensed all over, her cunt gripping at the man's fingers, her entire body stiffening. She smashed back against him, feeling his cock fill her to the utmost, feeling his balls crush against her ass! She knew that he would cum soon, would fill her battered ass with his hot cum, and she convulsed violently, wild to feel his sperm!
"OHHH! CUM IN ME! CUM IN MY ASS! FILL ME UP! I LOVE IT! DO IT!" Diane yelped, smashing backwards one last time, her body arching and twisting, flopping like a fish on a spear, impaled on the shaft of her uncle's cock! Waves of orgasm swept through her and she screamed again and again, unable to control herself.
"AAAGGGH! HERE IT COMES! I'M CUMMING! IN YOUR HOT FUCKING ASS! OOOHHH! GET READY! HERE IT COMES!" Bob cried, his balls lifting and exploding, sending a column of sperm gushing into the girl's ass hole, splattering semen against the tight dry walls of her ass, filling her bowels with cream! He slumped forward, cock still implanted inside her, spitting out the last bits of sperm, her ass squeezing almost painfully on him, milking him dry.
"Ooooooo," Diane moaned on a descending scale, slumping forward against her aunt. "Oh, wow, that was ... fantastic!" Cynthia held her out of the water, and Diane smiled at her gratefully.
Bob pulled out with a plop, his cock softening and sliding out of the girl's ass, followed by a rush of sperm mixed with blood. He ran his hands tenderly over the girl's rear end, bathing her with the water from the pool.
"Are you okay, honey?" he asked solicitously, worried by the amount of blood. He looked at his own cock, floating limply in the water, and shook his head. He hadn't really wanted to hurt her.
"Oh, yes ... I'm great, just fine," Diane murmured, staggering upright suddenly, embracing Cynthia to keep from falling. "A little sore ... but fine!"
"Well, good," Cynthia laughed. '"Cause I've got some work for you, my girl. I've been watching you two get off, and my pussy's ready for action. "Come on." She held out her hand, leading the girl from the pool.
CHAPTER TWELVE
"Are you sure?" Diane asked.
"Sure I'm sure," Bob said triumphantly, beaming at the girl. "Saw him right downtown. Going into a bar, as a matter-of-fact." He grinned. "So your Dad's in town, honey."
"Yeah," Diane said slowly. "Well, what do I do now? I mean, he's in town and he doesn't even want to see me. He's probably been here all along." She slumped, dejected.
Cynthia and Bob exchanged a quick glance. "Aw, don't think that, honey," Bob consoled. "I mean, well ... " He stopped helplessly. "He'd hafta be crazy not to want you."
"Right," Cynthia said briskly. "What you have to do, Diane, is to seduce him again. You did it once, do it again. Well help you find him."
"It didn't work last time," Diane wailed. "Hell just freak out again. You don't know him, aunt Cynthia. Maybe I can seduce him, but even if I do, hell just leave again."
"Not if Bob and I come in on you," Cynthia said softly. "He wouldn't do anything then, would he? And after we explain what's been going on, I bet hell be fine. At least it's worth a try, don't you think?"
"Yeah, I guess," Diane said, brightening slightly. "Okay, you're on. Let me get dressed. Do you think hell be over at the house?"
"I don't know," Bob said slowly. "He might be holed up somewhere. But we'll give it a try. Come on ladies, the big seduction scene is about to get underway. And don't tell me you can't do it, Di!
Diane paused at the front door of her home. Cynthia and Bob had dropped her off after seeing the light upstairs. Diane took a deep breath and unlocked the door stepping into the house. It was musty, having been closed up for a week, and none of the lights were on downstairs, so Diane groped her way carefully to the stair case and mounted the stairs. Holding her breath, she walked down the upstairs hall to the open door of her father's bedroom.
Steve Keaton lay on the bed, sound asleep. He was fully clothed, and an open suitcase lay on the floor. Apparently he had come home to pack a few things and fallen asleep. Diane looked at him for a moment, a tiny smile tugging at her lips and tiptoed to the bed, then began to undress, dropping her jeans and top on the floor and climbing up beside her father carefully.
Steve moaned and moved in his sleep and Diane drew back, then relaxed as she realized he was still asleep. Breathing quietly, she pondered how to begin, her lovely face serious. Then, with a sigh, she knelt at her father's side, carefully reaching out and unzipping his trousers, groping inside for his penis. It was half hard, and she cradled it gently between her fingers, squeezing softly. Steve moaned again and twitched, and Diane held perfectly still until he had once again stopped moving. She didn't want him to wake up-not yet. Not until his cock was hard!
Delicately, Diane leaned over her father's groin, taking his penis between her lips and licking it gently, sucking softly. Imperceptibly, it hardened between her lips, and she sucked a trifle harder, nibbling at the growing shaft with her lips, nipping gently with her teeth. She slid one hand between his legs and cupped his balls in her fingers, stirring them gently in their wrinkled sac, and stroked the sensitive region at the base of his cock, running her finger back and forth over the extended vein, as the man's cock grew bigger and harder in her mouth. Sliding down, Diane ran her tongue under the head of the cock, hitting all the sensitive nerves with the rasp of her tongue, flicking it in and out. Slowly, Steve's cock grew, swelling into full erection, and he moaned again, his lips moving in his sleep.
"Oh, baby, baby ... oh, my little girl. You're so good ... so good . . , hot little pussy, hot little cunt," Steve muttered. Diane paused in her ministrations, listening closely, and smiled. "Oh, baby, that's the way. Suck your Daddy's cock, baby. Suck my cock and eat my cum, baby. I love it ... ooohhhhhh ... ohhhhhh ... that a girl, suck! SUCK! EAT MEEEEEEEeeeeeeeee...." With a start, Steve's eyes popped open. He groaned. "What a dream," he muttered. Then he realized he still felt the same insistent tug at his loins, and his cock felt like it was still surrounded by the same warm, wet mouth as in his dreams. Steve squinted, looking down in the gloom, scarcely believing his eyes. There was a blonde head at his groin, and his cock was buried in a warm wet mouth....
"Diane!" Steve snapped. Slowly, the blonde head lifted and his daughter looked up at him, her pink lips glistening, her eyes wide and guiltless.
"Yes, sir?" Diane asked sweetly. She paused a moment, while her father stared at her, letting him have plenty of time to take in her nude body, then lowered her head again, delicately tonguing his now erect cock.
Steve grunted. It was extremely hard to think, with his daughter's mouth on his cock, and in his half wakened state. He wasn't actually sure that it wasn't still part of the dream he had been having. His hips jerked a little, uncontrollably, and a flash of excitement coursed along his veins, radiating from his cock.
"No ... baby ... stop," Steve muttered. He reached down and pulled the girl up roughly. Diane came willingly, snuggling up next to him, molding her body against his, winding her arms around his neck.
"Oh, Daddy, I've missed you so," Diane whispered, crushing her breasts against the man's chest, grinding her pelvis against his. Steve's cock throbbed hungrily against her belly, and Diane rubbed against it, her hips grinding provocatively. She felt the now familiar spurt of excitement in her womb, and she moaned eagerly, wrapping her legs around his, hunching her cunt against him.
"Oh, BABY," Steve groaned. He was fast reacting, his body thrusting aside all mental reservations. He couldn't think at all now, not with the girl's warm body twisting in his arms, thrusting against his.
"Daddy, daddy, do it to me," Diane murmured. "Stick your cock in my pussy, Daddy, and fuck me. I'm so hot, so hot and wet for you. I can't stand it ... I want you so bad...."
Steve felt her legs wrap around his, her pelvis arch for his entrance. He was powerless to resist-the smell of her rose to his nostrils, and the feel of her under his hands excited him beyond endurance. His prick had a mind of its own, knowing no scruples, no desire beyond the urge to bury itself in the warm pussy invitingly pressed to it. With a start, Steve realized he had rolled the girl onto her back and was entering her, penetrating her vagina, his hands closing over her breasts as he sank between her legs!
"OOOOOOooo," Diane squealed. "Fuck me, Daddy! I knew you would! Put it in me! Put your big cock in my pussy and fuck me!" She clamped down eagerly on his prick, as if afraid he would pull out, and began to grind up against him, her hips initiating the age old rhythm of sex.
But Steve wasn't about to pull out! He caught his breath with a gasp and drove into the girl's willing cunt, his cock slicing into her flesh, sending the remembered thrill through him. He could feel her cunt grasping him in its tight sheath, and his head spun as heat washed over his dick.
"OH GOD! FUCK ME, HONEY! Fuck my cock! Move that sweet ass and fuck your Daddy's cock! I can feel your pussy on my cock, squeezing me, milking me! OH, BABY! FUCK ME!" Steve shouted, slamming forward into his daughter's twat. He loved the way her pussy grabbed at him, the way it felt hot and wet and soft and firm all at the same time! He had never felt a cunt like that, never before, never on anyone but his daughter, and he knew it would haunt him the rest of his life! He snorted as he plowed into her yielding cunt, his heart pounding raggedly in his chest.
"Oh! OH! OH!, " Diane chanted, in time with the strokes of her father's cock. Her hips churned under his, rising and falling in perfect time with his strokes, pressing, her pussy to his prick. "Give it to me ... I can feel you in me, in my pussy! All the way, all the way inside me! Give it to me, Daddy! I love it! I love you fucking me!"
Steve slammed into his daughter's cunt, his hips moving like well oiled pistons as he cleaved her wet flesh. His cock made a squishing noise as he drove into her lubricated flesh, and his balls sloshed in the puddle of pussy juice than ran from her cunt and down her thighs. The sound of the two sweating bodies smacking into each other filled the air, mixing with their groans and grunts to make a symphony of lust.
"OOOHHH! MOVE THAT ASS! FUCK ME!
SHAKE IT, BABY! FUCK ME!" Steve cried, overcome with lust. Diane's hips were moving more and more rapidly, bouncing up and down, sending incredibly exciting sensations soaring through his prick! He slammed forward, faster, harder, ramming it in her dripping cunt, up to the root on each stroke, hearing her grunt each time he hit bottom!
"Pleeeaaassse! Give it to me!" Diane moaned. "Stick me with your big cock! Screw me, fuck me, ream me out! Ram it home, Daddy! OH GOD! HARDER! DEEPER! GIVE IT TO MEEE! NOW! FUCK MEEEEE!"
"I AM FUCKING YOU! I'M DEEP INSIDE YOU, BABY! YOU'RE BURNING ME UP! GOD! YOUR CUNT'S AS HOT AS FIRE! OHHH, BABY! FUCK ME!" Steve called out, his words coming in hoarse gasps. He could feel his sperm rising, rising in his loins, and he fought it down. He didn't want to cum yet! He wanted to make her cum, to feel her cunt grab his in orgasm, to see the girl flop on the bed in climax.
"HARDER! HARDER! GIVE IT TO ME!" Diane begged, twisting her hips frantically. She was hovering right on the brink of orgasm-just one more stroke, one more and she'd be cumming. With a shrill cry, the girl convulsed, her body shaking and tensing, then convulsing all over as her muscles spasmed into orgasm.
"OOOHHH! OOOHHH! I'M CUMMING! DADDY! I'M CUMMING! OOOHHH FUCK ME! I LOVE IT!"
Steve felt the girl's cunt convulse on his cock, squeezing it until it was almost painful, and he plunged forward, his hips beating out a rapid tattoo, slamming hard into the girl's groin, his sap rising in his cock, then bursting from the head of his prick, splattering into his daughter's vagina, sticking to the walls in hot gobs of cream.
"YEAH! BABY! I'M CUMMING! IN YOUR CUNT! HOT CREAM! FILLING YOU UP! HOLD ON! HERE IT COMES! I'M CUMMIIINNNGGG! AAAGGGHHH!" Steve cried in triumph, grasping Diane's ass firmly, holding her tight against him, feeling her pussy muscles milk his cock, drain his balls. "Oh ... baby ... I love it. I love fucking you ... you're the best ... the best," Steve muttered, slipping forward, collapsing onto Diane's body, his chest crushing her breasts.
Diane slumped back, her body bathed in the delicious afterglow, her cunt still twitching weakly. She looked around vaguely, expecting to see Bob and Cynthia as they had promised, but there was only her father and herself. Panic spread through the girl. If her uncle and aunt didn't show, it would all be blown. She just knew her father-he would begin to moralize as soon as he caught his breath, and she'd never have another chance like this again. Diane closed her eyes, thinking rapidly, as her father moved on top of her, shifting his weight.
"Ohhh, Daddy, I'm still horny," Diane said softly. "It's been soooo long ... do you think you could eat my pussy?" She slid out from under him and looked at the man appealingly.
Steve frowned. With the return of his senses, reality flooded back. "Oh, baby, why'd you do this to me?" Steve moaned. "Why didn't you just leave me alone. . . ?
"Just one more time," Diane pleaded. "Please, Daddy. Please make me happy just this once more. I love you so much." She lay back on the bed, spreading her legs so that he had to look at her pussy, opening the lips with one hand, showing it to him. "You can still see your cum, can't you? In my pussy?" Diane asked, running her finger inside her and withdrawing it slowly, then bringing it to her lips. "Mmmmmm, tastes so good. ... I love the way your cum tastes, Daddy. Don't you like the way I taste? Please, Daddy, taste me, taste my pussy."
Steve sank back on the bed, sighing, his eyes glued to his daughter. She was still lying there, her legs open, her fingers playing in her golden muff, her eyes half closed.
"Want to watch me play with myself? I've gotten real good at it since you've been away." Diane spread her legs even wider, opening her cunt so her father could see her glistening pink hole. She shivered, turned on by the naked excitement on the man's face as he stared hungrily at her pussy, his tongue flicking out and wetting his suddenly dry lips.
"Wanta watch me finger-fuck my pussy, Daddy? I'm gonna stick my finger up in my pussy, just like a cock, and fuck myself until I cum all over my hand," Diane continued, sliding her finger slowly into her cunt and bringing it out, glistening with juice. "Oooo, that feels good, baby. I'm all hot and wet inside."
Steve watched unbelievingly. His little daughter sure had grown up in a hurry! She was really getting off, getting off on exhibiting herself to him. Steve groaned, wondering suddenly if that had been all that had happened during the last week! Surely that new look in her eyes hadn't come from just playing with herself a lot! But right now, he didn't particularly care if the whole U.S. Army had sunk their cocks into her. His cock was hardening again, and his breath harshened as he remembered how she tasted, how sweet and young and fresh her pussy was, and he bent forward involuntarily, sniffing her scent like a dog with a bitch in heat.
"Here, Daddy," Diane whispered, holding out her glistening finger, placing it against her father's lips. "Taste me, Daddy. Taste my pussy cum."
Steve licked the slender finger solemnly, his lips curving in a smile. "Okay, baby, you win," he muttered. "I'll eat your pussy. I'll suck you dry, clean out your pretty little pussy, eat your fucking cum. You really love it, don'tcha? My little baby. You really love it." He shook his head slightly and sank between the girl's legs, bringing his face to her cunt. Diane sighed happily, wrapping her legs around his head.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
"How long do you think we should wait?" Cynthia asked nervously. She stared at the darkened house, her eyes on the upstairs window.
"Well give her a chance to get him going," Bob said judiciously. "Wouldn't want to go in too soon. That would blow the whole show." He reached out and pulled his wife to him, running his hand quickly over her full breast.
Cynthia snuggled up, then pulled away. "Not here," she murmured, looking around.
Bob burst into laughter, continuing to stroke her breast. "Jesus Christ, woman! Why the hell not? Don't tell me that after what you've been through, you're adverse to a little grope from your husband! I mean, here we are, sitting out here in the car, waiting for our niece to seduce her father so we can go in and jump on the pile, and you're scared somebody'll SEE us?" He pulled her to him roughly, shutting her mouth with his, and dropped his hands quickly to her skirt, pulling it high above her thighs and running a hand between her legs.
"I just meant ... maybe we should watch," Cynthia said lamely, her legs parting automatically. She felt her husband's fingers touch her silk covered pussy mound and shivered. "Oh, Bob, if only we had done this years ago...."
"Yeah," Bob muttered. "But at least we may have a few good years ahead of us. You feel like you're good for a couple more at least." He pulled her panties aside and thrust a finger inside her, wriggling it.
Cynthia giggled, her giggle changing to a sob of lust as her husband's finger entered her cunt. Hunching down on it, she began to move her hips, her slippery twat grasping eagerly at his finger.
"Hey, baby, why don't you give me a little head," Bob suggested casually. He slouched down in the car seat, drawing his wife to him, and indicated the rapidly swelling bunch in his trousers. "I've got a little problem here that can't wait. In fact, I think it needs immediate attention!"
Cynthia reached out, unzipping her husband's trousers and groping inside for his cock. She hesitated-she hadn't done this to him for years, and she somehow wondered if she even remembered how! But Bob seemed to have no doubts-he was pulling her to him, pulling her head to his groin. Tentatively, Cynthia stuck out her tongue, licking delicately at his prick, and he moaned in response. More boldly, she nibbled at the tip, then sank her head down on the shaft, taking it in. As it hit her soft palate, she gagged, then remembered what to do, relaxing her throat muscles so the cock slid full length into her throat.
"Yeah ... all the way," Bob said approvingly. "Now suck it, baby. Suck my cock good, old girl, and I'll give you some sweet cream. Sweet cock-cream in your throat!" He thrust up sharply, lodging himself in her throat, feeling the drag of her cheek muscles as she sucked at his stick. She was nibbling up and down the shaft now, her lips covering her teeth, using them as a hard ridge, bobbing her head up and down, fucking him with her mouth.
Bob stared out of the window, his eyes blurred with a dull lust induced haze. Suddenly, it seemed to him that the light went out. He blinked, and it came on again. Shrugging, he was about to close his eyes again when he saw a form walking briskly down the street, straight towards the car.
Bob put his hand warningly on Cynthia's head. "Stay down," he whispered. "Just stay down and keep sucking." He felt his wife tense under his hand, and he stroked her soothingly. "Just a guy out for an evening walk," he murmured. "He's going by now. Shit, if he'd only known what was going on here, I bet he'd have a heart attack!" Bob laughed softly, staring at the man's retreating figure, and returned his attention to Cynthia, sliding a finger back into her cunt.
Cynthia had stiffened with terror when the man had walked by. She didn't know if there was a law against sucking off your husband, but she figured there probably was. There seemed to be a law against everything that was fun, so why not that! As the man's footsteps receded, she resumed sucking, somehow excited by the knowledge that someone had almost seen them!
"Yeah, yeah, that's it, baby! God, you're a good cocksucker," Bob breathed. "Suck it up good and hard, baby! I can hardly wait to fill your mouth, fill it with cum! You ll like that, won't you, honey! You'll eat every drop, won't you! come, on, baby, suck my dick, all the way down to the balls!" He plunged his finger into the woman's twat, twisting it around inside, feeling the spongy texture of her flesh as it clamped hungrily on his digit.
Cynthia was lost, lost again in a haze of lust. She no longer cared if anyone saw them, she no longer cared what was happening inside the house with Diane and Steve. The only thing of importance was the insistent tugging between her thighs, and the pulsing shaft in her mouth. She sucked eagerly, running her lips up and down the turgid pole, eager for the hot rush of sperm to hit her mouth. She could barely remember how it tasted ... but she was sure she would love it! She would drink in ever bit and beg for more! She grunted, deep in her throat, bobbing her head up and down her husband's cock, her body trembling under his hands, her cunt on fire.
"Oh, yeah, you're getting hot," Bob hissed. "I can feel your pussy ready to cum! come on, baby!
Cum for me! Wet my hand with your sweet pussy juice!" He began fucking her cunt with slow steady strokes, rubbing against her clit on each down stroke. Cynthia bucked under his expert touch, her head picking up the rhythm and running up and down his cock, lips nibbling furiously, tongue working.
"Won't be long now," Bob promised. "I'm getting ready to cum! Suck it hard, baby, suck the cum right out of my balls!" His hips began to move, thrusting up against her face, slamming his cock deep in her throat. He groaned. He could feel the incredible suction she was using on him, her cheeks caving in with the effort as she used her mouth like a miniature vacuum cleaner, intent on drawing the seed from his balls! He imagined wildly that he could see the sperm stirring in his balls, being forced inexorably up, up through the tube in his cock, to burst with flaming abandon into her warm, sucking mouth!
"OHHHHHH, BABY! GET READY, 'CAUSE HERE IT COMES!" Bob cried through clenched teeth. "I'm gonna shoot my wad! Right into your fucking throat! EAT IT! EAT MY CUM! EAT MY SPERM! OOOHHH!" With a muffled shout, Bob slammed his prick once more into his wife's mouth, his balls hardening, lifting, and bursting, splashing cum into her mouth!
Cynthia groaned as the first burst of sperm hit her throat! She swallowed, and choked ... it was too much! Bob was cumming a river, an ocean, a sea of seed rushing down her throat, choking her with its thick cream! Cynthia gasped and swallowed valiantly, again and again, her throat muscles working on his cock as he shot, milking him, pulling his sperm from his balls in a thick column.
"OH, YEAH! SWALLOW IT!" Bob groaned, feeling his wife begin to gulp hungrily at his cum. "You love it! You cocksucking bitch! You love my cum. You're eating my sperm! OHHH, YES! EAT IT!"
Cynthia's body began spasming, her orgasm triggered by her husband's lewd words, combined with the delicious rush of cum. She felt her pussy spasm, clutching at his finger, and a rush of fluid gushed from her onto his hand, wetting it. She moaned, drinking deep from the fountain of his cock, wishing it would never end, wishing she could drink forever from his foaming cock! She had never tasted anything so delicious in her life, and she found herself wondering crazily if her brother's would taste as good!
Bob was wondering about Steve at the same time, almost as if he caught the thought from his wife's mind. He slumped back, his cock still weakly spurting, and lasciviously imagined what Diane and Steve were doing. He couldn't wait to see the little bitch being fucked by another man, being filled with his cum, and then opening her legs for him! He shuddered, looking up at the house. The windows were dark.
"Cynthia?" Bob hissed. "We gotta go in ... the lights out. You don't think he's left again and we missed it?" He pulled Cynthia up, hurriedly stuffing his cock into his trousers.
"Hell, no," Cynthia said calmly. "If he's gone, you know Diane would be out here wailing and crying by now. They probably just put the light out ... maybe Diane snuck up on him or something. Who cares, as long as she gets him going? And she shouldn't have any trouble! Not if her work on you is any sample." Cynthia felt a sudden last twinge of jealousy, which she thrust down, feeling that she should be grateful to Diane-for without her, their marriage would no doubt have just continued on its dull way! Cynthia felt at that moment that she would easily do the same things again, if her reward would be the same! She smiled fondly at her husband, taking his hand.
"Come on, dear. Let's go play our part," the older woman said. "I'm sure it's time enough by now."
Steve poised over his daughter's cunt, looking at it through a red haze of lust. He had pulled off his clothes, and his naked body twitched as he looked at the girl's twat. Slowly, he reached out, opening her to his gaze, touching the quivering petals of her twat lips gently, feeling the moist surface.
"Go on, Daddy," Diane urged impatiently. "I can't wait much longer. I want your tongue in my pussy, licking me!" She raised her hips invitingly, presenting her entire vulva to the man's gaze.
Steve bent forward, tongue outstretched, and licked down the groove, swathing the entire surface with his tongue. Diane wriggled happily as he licked her, thrusting up to his mouth, and Steve plunged down with a groan, burying his face between the girl's legs. He inhaled luxuriously, his nose deep in cunt, and licked happily, tasting the fresh sweet secretions, mixed with the cream of his previous cum.
"OOOO, yes, do it, eat me, eat my pussy, clean out my cunt. Clean your cum from my cunt," Diane chanted happily, relaxing, her legs rising, wrapping themselves around her father's dark head. Thrills shot through her already overheated body, as the man's tongue snaked into her pussy, and a fresh gush of pussy juice escaped from her womb, raining into his mouth like dew. He lapped it up eagerly, drinking it in and searching for more, forming his tongue into a hard cone and thrusting up into the girl's cunt.
"OH, YES! DADDY, EAT ME! USE YOUR FUCKING TONGUE AND MAKE ME CUM!" Diane cried, twisting luxuriously under her father's mouth. She could feel the first twinges of orgasm bubbling inside her already, and she suddenly hoped that when Bob and Cynthia came in they'd let her finish! She bumped her lithe, adolescent hips, rising clear of the bed as she strained to her father's face, and he slid his hands beneath her ass, holding her to him as he feasted on her bounty.
Steve snuffled and slurped at the girl's cunt, wondering crazily how he was going to give her up this time. It had been bad enough before-his dreams had been haunted by her since he left, and he knew that it would be worse this time! He wished there was some way ... any way to do this forever, to be able to fuck and suck his daughter all the time, every day for the rest of his life, but he didn't see how. It was wrong-he would be condemned by anyone who found out. He groaned, putting it out of his mind, concentrating on enjoying the moment, pretending that it would last forever. He thought he had never tasted anything so delicious as his daughter's sweet cunt, her tender flesh ceaselessly exuding fluids that fell sweetly on his tongue, making him slurp hungrily for more. As fast as he cleaned her dry, she lubricated more, until he was wallowing in a sea of pussy juice, his mouth full of it, the excess running down his chin and dripping onto the bed. He didn't believe how wet she was getting. His mouth fairly sloshed as he ate her out, and he moaned with lust, his cock growing rock hard.
"OOOOOOHHH I'M CUMMING! HOLD ME DADDY! I'M CUMMING IN YOUR MOUTH!" Diane suddenly cried, her legs tensing and trembling as orgasm rippled through her, her body arching and stiffening, then flopping on the bed like a beached fish as tremors rippled along her nerves. Her pussy convulsed, gushing out a tide of creamy pussy cum, and Steve gobbled it all down, his throat working furiously as he swallowed.
"OOOH YES! I LOVE IT! YOUR TONGUE IN MY CUNT! DON'T EVER STOP! DON'T STOP! I'M CUMMING AGAIN!" Diane yelled, her body spasming again, and again, as a wave of increasing orgasms burst through her. She was flailing insanely on the bed now, her tits bouncing as she flopped from side to side, her legs wrapped tight around her dad's head in a death grip as she forced him to keep his mouth right on her cunt! Finally, she subsided, opening her eyes and smiling up at her father, her lips red where she had bitten them in her passion. And then her gaze went over his shoulders, over to the door, her eyes widening as she saw Bob standing there. She grinned again, noticing that the man was watching closely, and he had his hand on his cock, obviously ready to pull it out. Diane nodded, giving him the sign.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Bob and Cynthia had entered the dark house quietly, mounting the stairs and walking to Steve's room. Bob motioned to Cynthia to keep close by him and they tiptoed down the hall. Faint sounds came to their ears, and Bob grinned.
"Sounds like he's socking it to her," Bob whispered, reaching for his wife's arm. Together they listened to the wet sounds emitting from the room down the hall, and Cynthia sighed, accepting the situation of her brother and his daughter as reality for perhaps the first time.
"Let's go," she whispered nervously, pulling at her husband's hand, leading him to the door of the room, her heart in her throat.
"Wait," Bob murmured, halting in the doorway. The door was half open, and he peered in. "Yep, he's eating her pussy, and she's about ready to shoot from the looks of it," he remarked casually.
"Come on," Cynthia said sharply. She peered over her husband's shoulder, her breath hissing through her teeth as she saw her brother kneeling between his daughter's legs.
"Let's watch for a minute," Bob said in a low voice. "I wanta get good and hard before we go in, and you kinda took the starch out of my lob, old girl." He patted his wife on the head fondly and reached down to his groin, tenderly feeling his limp cock. "Not much life yet. Gotta give it a minute," he said, peering avidly into the room.
Breathing heavily, Bob fingered his dick as he watched Diane's young body roll violently on the bed, her legs wrapped firmly around her father's head. Steve was squatting between the girl's haunches, his face hidden in her nest, but the slurping sounds told plainly what he was doing.
"Bet he's getting a mouthful," Bob remarked to his wife. His cock was stirring slightly, and he unzipped his trousers, reaching inside and handling it gently.
"I'll say," Cynthia answered. "She cums like a fucking river." Cynthia heard her voice with surprise, uttering those words as calmly as if she were commenting on the weather, and laughed to herself, realizing how much she had changed! Right now, for instance, she was straining at the bit, barely restraining herself from ripping off her clothes and joining the two on the bed! "Come on, Bob! I can't stand it much longer!"
"Wait ... Di's cumming ... there she goes! Look't that!" Bob stared in wonder as the girl convulsed with a hoarse scream, then spasmed again. And again. "Jesus, she'll never stop cumming!" He played with his cock roughly, jerking it rapidly to erection. "Wait ... she's coming down ... looking at us...." As Diane signaled, Bob thrust his straining cock back into his trousers and grasped his wife's arm. "Let's go, lady! It's our turn now!" He walked forward boldly.
Diane looked up at her aunt and uncle. They were walking into the room, and she winked broadly at them, wondering what they were going to do.
"Well!" Bob announced in a loud voice. "If it isn't Steve! I thought you were in LA buddy!"
Steve flinched, hearing the man's voice. He had been just about ready to climb between his daughter's thighs and sink his aching cock into the cunt he had just sucked, when he heard his brother-in-laws' voice. Steve turned, unwilling to believe the evidence of his ears, and stared wildly at his brother-in-law his eyes going behind him to rest on his sister. Steve groaned, his world falling to pieces around him.
"God," the man said dully. "Bob. And Cynthia." He shut his eyes, as if he thought they'd disappear.
"In the flesh," Bob said cheerfully, strolling into the room. "So there you are, Diane. We were wondering what happened to you." He smiled benignly at the girl. She grinned back at him, winking.
"What's going on?" Steve asked suspiciously, suddenly realizing that no one was screaming or fainting or going into hysterics. "Look, I can explain. It isn't what you think."
"Really? You mean you weren't eating out Diane's cunt?" Cynthia said sweetly, walking over to the bed and surveying her brother calmly. "Well, what, exactly, were you doing? Checking her to make sure her hymen was intact? I can assure you it isn't, and it was you who broke it, according to her." She looked at her brother for a minute longer, then broke into a peal of laughter. "Oh! You should see your face!" she gasped. "like a kid caught with his hand in the cooky jar!" She laughed gaily, her brother staring at her in astonishment.
"You mean ... she told you?" Steve said, comprehension dawning on his face. "God, you must think I'm awful. Look, that's why I tried to leave ... I won't do it again...."
"Good God, man," Bob said, coming forward. "You must be crazy. Leaving a luscious piece like that on the loose? Why, there's no telling what might happen to her! Why. she might even get seduced by her horny uncle ... and aunt." He looked at Steve for a minute, seeing the dawning light in the man's face, and reached out to clap him on his bare shoulder. "Now, if you don't mind...." Bob smiled and began to calmly divest himself of his clothing.
"Jesus, I must be going insane," Steve whispered. "You mean Diane!. Has your uncle ... bothered you?"
"No, it's no bother," Diane said coolly. Suddenly, she broke into laughter, her slender body shaking as gusts of mirth swept through her.
"Cynthia! Somebody must have some sense around here!" Steve appealed. "You tell me-what's been going on! And what's going on. HEY! STOP THAT! Leave her alone!" Steve reached out suddenly, grasping Bob's shoulder as the other man began to climb on the bed. "What kind of maniac are you!? That's your niece-and she's only fourteen years old!"
"Well, she's your daughter." Cynthia said reasonably, unzipping her dress and stepping out of it. She was nude underneath, and she giggled at Steve's expression. "I must have left my panties in the car," she explained. "Bob and I got a little carried away ... well, what are you going to do now, brother dear?"
"I just do not believe that you, of all people, would be a party to this . . this degradation," Steve hissed at his sister. "I mean, it's bad enough that I've succumbed to my lust, but I am trying...."
"Well for God's sake quit trying," Bob muttered. "You sound like a bad book. Look, Steve, you may as well join the party-your cock looks like it'd appreciate a little action long about now. And it's a little late for all of this anyway, isn't it? What's done is done. And besides, if you say one more word," he finished as Steve opened his mouth, "we're gonna call the cops. Diane'll tell them you tried to rape her, and then where ll you be!"
Cynthia listened to about half of this exchange, then shrugged and climbed onto the bed, her breasts dangling as she stretched out beside her niece. "God, they sure can talk a lot, can't they?" she remarked, casually reaching over and cupping
Diane's breast in her hand.
"Yeah. I never heard anything so silly in my life." Diane agreed, turning to her aunt in relief. "After he's just fucked me and sucked me, to spout that shit ... you see what I mean? If I'd tried to pull this off by myself, I'd have never gotten anywhere. He sure is good once he shuts up though. I musta cum five or six times when he was eating me out." Diane reached up and touched Cynthia's breasts softly. "Gosh, your tits sure are big. I didn't notice before. Do you think mine'll grow like that?" She bent over and lipped Cynthia's nipple into her mouth, sucking at the hard nub while her hand massaged the older woman's flesh, drifting down her belly and sliding between her legs.
"Yours are perfect the way they are," Cynthia murmured. "So firm ... OOOO, that feels good, honey. I'm so hot ... " She squirmed languorously in her niece's arms, returning the girl's caresses.
"And what I'd like to know is, how the hell did you get my sister into this mess! What kind of man are you!" Steve said angrily. Bob smiled at him tensely, his patience growing thin.
"Look. I've had enough. I'm horny as shit. I've been watching you suck off your daughter for the last ten minutes, and I don't want to listen to your shit any more. You're bringing me down. So shut the fuck up. Diane suggested this-she loves you, man, and she was real hurt when you just dumped her. But I'm not too sure she needs you at all now-not the way you're acting. So go soak your head. I'm gonna soak my cock ... in some nice pussy." Bob climbed on the bed, rolling over to the two women, looking down at them fondly.
Cynthia looked up at him, her eyes glazed. "Oh, Bob darling. Come on ... she's hot as a pistol. She's dripping wet." She backed away, dropping her hands from Diane reluctantly, and let her husband take her place. Then she glanced over at Steve, who was still sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Come on, Steve darling," his sister whispered. "I've wanted to fuck you since we were kids. Come here, sugar, and give your sister some loving." She reached out to her brother, her breasts brushing provocatively against him, her hands reaching for his cock. Steve jumped as if stunned.
"No-Cynthia. That's-oh God, the whole world's going crazy." He looked at his sister, his eyes widening as he took in her mature body, her heavy breasts, her ample hips, and the curling black patch of pubic hair at the base of her belly.
Cynthia saw where he was looking and smiled to herself, reaching out and taking his hand, placing it on her. "Ah, dear, come on. It was hard for me at first, too ... but now, I wish this had happened years ago. Feel my pussy, Steve. Feel how wet it is. Your daughter's felt it, and sucked it. And I love it ... I never realized how much I love it." She spoke in a soothing tone, her hand reaching for her brother's cock, enfolding it, fondling it.
Suddenly, Steve's eyes went to his daughter. She was lying back, Bob implanted firmly between her thighs, her hips already lifting eagerly. Steve felt a stab of wild jealousy. His brother was fucking his woman. His daughter. Steve groaned in confusion, his head spinning, his cock hardening under his sister's hand.
"All right. If that's the way you want it," he growled suddenly, turning to his sister. "I'll put it in you. You're a fucking whore, sis, and I'm gonna treat you like one if that's how you want it!" He reached out and grasped his sister's breast, pinching it cruelly, while he ran the other hand between her legs, digging into her cunt. "You're all ready for it, aren't you. All wet and ready for cock. Any cock. Even your own brother's!" He pushed her back on the bed, pulling her thighs apart and penetrating her roughly, his cock sliding easily into her.
Cynthia smiled serenely, accepting her brother's words, her body opening under his stroke. "Yes, I'm a whore. I love it. I love fucking, and sucking ... anything you can do! And I'm proud ... OOOHHHHHH! Do it, Steve! Fuck me! Ram that big cock home! I can feel it!" She wrapped her legs around her brother, straining up to him.
Diane quivered under Bob's cock, her head rolling from side to side. "Dad's fucking her! Dad's fucking aunt Cynthia!" she hissed suddenly, her eyes lighting on the other couple. "He's got his cock in her pussy, and he's really pounding it to her! OH, WOW! LOOKIT HIM GO!" She craned her head excitedly, her hips nevery missing a stroke, churning under Bob's cock. Her blue eyes widened as she watched in growing excitement, watched her father plow her aunt's twat while she was being fucked by her uncle!
Bob glanced quickly over his shoulder, saw Steve plunge into Cynthia's cunt, and grinned in satisfaction Cynthia sure has come a long way, he thought approvingly, watching his wife wrap her legs around Steve's back, her pussy rising and falling under his strokes. Then he returned his attention to Diane, who was squirming under him, her cunt grasping eagerly at his cock.
"Hold on, baby, 'cause here we go," Bob muttered, taking a firm grip on the girl and driving into her wet flesh. "Fuck me good, baby doll, 'cause I want to fill you with cream!"
"OOOOHH YES! YES! FUCK ME, UNCLE BOB! FUCK ME!" Diane cried, her voice slicing through the room. "I can feel your cock-in me, in my pussy, all the way in!"
Steve looked up sharply at his daughter's voice, his eyes going to her. She was fucking wildly now, her hips churning frantically, her blonde hair flying as she rolled from side to side. Steve knew how she felt right now, her cunt beginning to spasm, to clutch ... his own cock was caught in a grip of iron, his sister's powerful cunt muscles squeezing down on his shaft. He groaned, trucking forward, his ass pumping wildly.
"Fuck me, Steve," Cynthia called faintly. "It feels so good ... your cock in my pussy!" She reached up and grasped her brother's head, forcing his head down to hers, looking him straight in the eyes as their lips met in a kiss. Steve looked back at her, his pupils dark with lust, and suddenly smiled.
"Hot pussy," he whispered. "Use that hot pussy, Sis, and make me cream. I want to cum in you, sis, in your hot cunt!" He stroked forward sharply, causing the woman to groan under him, and began a steady stroking in and out of her wet cunt. "It won't be long, baby. I can't hold it too much longer!"
"Anytime," Cynthia muttered, feeling her own orgasm tugging at her insides. "I'm gonna cum ... I'M CUMMING. FUCK ME, STEVE, FUCK ME!"
Diane tensed, her body shivering as she neared climax. She could hear the groans of lust from the other couple, and that served to intensify her own lust, making her strain eagerly against Bob, her legs tensing. "Fuck me hard! HARDER! I WANT TO CUM! FUUUCCCKKK MEEE!" Bob complied, pounding into Diane's cunt, feeling his own sperm rising in his cock, bursting from his prick in great gobs. "HERE IT COMES! I'M CUMMING!" he called in triumph.
Cynthia heard her husband's cry through a haze, and knowing that he was right beside her, shooting into Diane's cunt, somehow triggered her own orgasm. With a wild shout, she convulsed, slamming up into Steve's crotch.
"AAAAAAGGGGHHHH! I'M CUMMING! CUMMING! FUCK! FUCK!" she cried, orgasm sweeping her, making her cunt grip hard on Steve's cock.
Steve tensed as he felt orgasm burst through his sister, transmitting itself to his dick in waves. Her twat was gripping him so hard he thought he'd burst, and suddenly he did, his prick leaping inside her, sending out a stream of hot seed, spurting hard up into her womb.
"CUM! CUMMING! FUCK! FUCK! I'M FUCKING YOU AND CUMMING IN YOUR CUNT! OOOOOOHHHH! "Steve yelled, no longer caring who heard. He was cumming, cumming in his sisters cunt, and his sister was cumming, and his daughter was cumming, her cunt filled with his brother-in-law's sperm! Steve's head whirled crazily as he pumped out his climax, disordered images flitting through until he collapsed with a groan, his cock still weakly spurting, deep inside his sister. Finally, he raised his head, looking around the room at the disordered bed.
Diane raised her head weakly and smiled at her father, her eyes still glazed with lust. Steve shook his head again, sinking down onto his sister's breast.
"I don't believe it," he muttered. "It's a fucking dream."
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
"Gosh, no!" Diane disagreed. "This is a lot better than any dream, 'cause we don't hafta wake up!" She stretched luxuriously in Bob's grasp, rolling over towards Cynthia. "Look, let's finish what we were doing a minute ago ... before Uncle Bob jumped me." She reached out and stroked Cynthia's breast, looking up at the woman impishly.
"Okay, honey, I think the guys need a rest anyhow!" Cynthia laughed, disengaging herself gently and gathering Diane in her arms.
Steve's eyes popped. "God," he whispered. "You mean you've got her eating pussy, too."
"Well, actually it was Diane who broke Cynthia in," Bob explained. "Look, I'll tell you about it later, buddy. Right now just settle down and watch the show. Nothing like watching two broads eat each other out to get you going again!" He settled back against the pillows, one hand resting on his limp cock, his eyes glued to the two women.
Diane and Cynthia were rolling on the bed, their bodies glued together, exchanging a passionate kiss, their hands rubbing up and down the length of their bodies. They broke the kiss, smiling privately at each other, and reversed positions, blonde head going to dark-fringed cunt, black head diving eagerly into the blonde's muff.
"OOOooo yes," Diane sighed, wrapping her long legs around Cynthia's head, pulling her deep against her. "Eat my pussy! Eat my cunt, Cynthia. I'm gonna cum all over your tongue! AAAHHH! Yes! That's it! Stick your fucking tongue in my cunt and make me cum!"
"Look't her go!" Bob said to Steve. "Look't that little bitch go! She's practically cumming already!" He nudged Steve with his elbow, his fingers closing happily around his cock. "I'm starting to get hard already," Bob bragged. "Three cock stands this evening ... and I didn't even count yesterday! Look't Cynthia, man! She's got a mouth full of pussy and she's going to town!"
Steve groaned, his eyes unwillingly fixed on his daughter and sister. His eyes widened as he saw their legs wrap around each others heads, their mouths dive deep into each other's cunt! Despite himself, his prick stiffened against his leg, and his hand crept involuntarily to it. Bob nudged him again, and he looked at the man, mixed expressions fleeting across his face.
But Bob had no scruples. He was jerking off his cock happily, his fingers flying up and down the slippery shaft, his breath coming in ragged puffs as he watched. "Just wait until they really get going," he whispered. "Then we can get in on the act! Wait'll you try your daughter's ass! I broke her in yesterday, and she's a real fast learner! Mmmmmm, wait 'til you sink into that, buddy! Hot as shit, and tight! You feel like your pricks coming off! Wooowee! There they go!" He rubbed his cock briskly, watching as Diane and Cynthia began to convulse, their straining bodies trembling and shivering as orgasm burst over them. Hoarse cries and groans mingled with the wet sound of gushing pussy being eaten!
Steve's hand clenched on his tool. His head was spinning again, his thoughts going wild as he considered Bob's words. Looking narrowly at the entwined bodies, he gasped, "Her ass! You fucked her ass?" He shuddered, his cock growing under his hand until it reached full erection, as he imagined what it would feel like to plunge into his daughter's wildly pumping ass!
"Go on! Do it to her!" Bob hissed. "Now, while they're still shooting! Go over and ram it home, man!" He gave Steve a shove, his own dick pulsing with excitement.
Steve crawled across the disordered bed, reaching the women's tossing bodies and reaching out. Diane was on top, her pussy crushed into Cynthia's mouth, and Steve crept up behind her, his hands going over her churning ass, parting the cheeks, searching for the tiny hole of her anus. He found it and shuddered with lust, positioning himself behind her, cock in hand.
"Go on! Fuck her ass hole!" Bob encouraged hoarsely. "She loves it! Shell do anything you want her to!" His hand jerked rapidly on his cock as he watched Steve climb up behind his daughter, his dick poised behind Diane's rolling ass.
"Goddamn, she's moving so fast I can't get a grip." Steve muttered, holding onto his daughter's trembling ass. He parted her buttocks roughly, holding tight to her slippery skin, and pressed the head of his cock against her anus, pushing forward. The head of his prick slid in, outlined clearly beneath the thin skin, and then stopped, held back by the tight ring of muscle. With a grunt, Steve pushed forward sharply, slicing into his daughter's ass-hole, his cock ramming into her back passage.
"I'M IN! IN HER ASS!" Steve yelled in triumph. "And it's hot as hell! God! And tight!" He thrust forward carefully, his prick stuffed tight in her, and began to move.
Diane had felt the hands playing with her ass as if in a dream. Orgasm was still washing through her, and she was lazily cleaning out Cynthia's still gushing cunt, when she felt herself being stretched wide, and entered! She jumped, startled, feeling a sharp stab of pain as her battered ass was cleaved, then thrust back lasciviously, pressing against the invader lovingly, never raising her mouth from Cynthia's cunt. Cynthia rolled out of the way slightly, licking the last traces of Diane's cum from her lips, and freed her upper body, her lower body still buried under Diane's mouth. Looking up, she saw her brother enter his daughter's ass-hole, his dick crashing into the girl's butt, his balls banging against her buttocks, and a pang of new excitement shot through her.
"Do it to her Steve! Fuck her little ass!" Cynthia called. She was still trembling in orgasm, her hips bucking under Diane's mouth, and she watched dazedly, feeling excitement wash through her. "Do it! FUCK HER ASS!"
Bob watched for a moment, his hand fairly flying on his cock, and then swung across the tangled bodies. "Suck it," he growled at his wife, sinking over her head, cramming his dick into her mouth. He felt her pull back, startled, and he grasped her head between his hands, forcing her mouth open, forcing her to take him in. "Suck my prick, baby! Suck it good!"
Cynthia relaxed her throat, letting her husband's cock slide down it, and sucked greedily, eager to taste his cum again. Her fingers went up to his groin, touching his balls, rolling them in their sac, and he moaned approval, thrusting into her mouth.
"That's it, baby! Play with the balls! Make me shoot, honey, right in your fucking mouth!" Bob cried, pumping energetically. He could see his wife's cunt, still pressed lewdly to Diane's mouth, while Diane's ass was pounding back against Steve's cock, and the knowledge of what was happening, and that he was a part of it, made him shiver with insane lust. He smashed forward crazily, hips working like pistons, in and out of his wife's mouth.
"YEAH! SHAKE IT! MOVE THAT ASS!
AAAGGGH! IT'S HOT! HOT AS SHIT! LIKE FUCKING A TUB OF SHIT! HOT AND TIGHT!" Steve shouted, his balls banging crazily against Diane's rear as he plowed into her brutally. He reached under her, finding her dripping cunt, and plunged two fingers into the sloppy maw, finger-fucking her hard in the same rhythm he was using on her ass! He could feel her buttery ass flesh cleaving under his strokes, her powerful anal muscles clamping on his cock, squeezing him, making him cry out in mingled pleasure and pain.
"God! She's squeezing my cock off! With her ass! God, what an ass-hole!" Steve shouted. He held onto the girl's churning butt grimly with one hand, his fingers digging into her slippery flesh, leaving red weals on the creamy skin, and dug into her brimming pussy with the other. She was cumming under him now, her muscles bunching and knotting under her satiny skin, her cunt snapping at his fingers, and gushing, dribbling pussy cum onto his fucking fingers. Steve moaned, increasing the tempo of his strokes, fucking for all he was worth, feeling his orgasm rising in his loins.
"AAAAGGGGHHHH! I'M CUMMING!" Bob announced suddenly, plunging again into Cynthia's mouth, his cock spurting down her throat. He grabbed her head, holding it tight against his groin, pumping out his seed into her face! Cynthia gasped for air and swallowed, swallowed it all, her own body convulsing, her pussy gushing into Diane's mouth!
At Bob's shout, something broke inside Steve-he felt his orgasm wash over him, bursting through his body, his sperm rising in his cock, splashing from the tip into the dank recesses of his daughter's ass! "AAAAAAGGGH! IN YOUR ASS! CUMMING! HOT CUM! IN YOUR FUCKING ASS!" He bucked forward uncontrollably, feeling the girl shiver under him as she crashed into orgasm, and he slumped forward, his body falling onto his daughter heavily. She collapsed her head resting on Cynthia's mound, and they all lay there for a moment, breathing heavily.
Diane was the first to stir. She rolled over, her father's cock slipping from her ass, and stretched luxuriously. "Well, who's next?" she said brightly, her eyes going over the exhausted orgiasts.
"My God, we've created a monster," Bob murmured, laughing weakly. "You're insatiable, Diane."
"If that means I like to ball, yeah I am," Diane agreed. She got up, walking casually across the floor, her naked tits bouncing. "I'm gonna get a coke-you people want anything?"
"A half hour's rest." Bob laughed. "Jesus, I've fucked more in the last few days than I did in ten years of marriage! And ... I feel great!" He rolled over, raising himself on one elbow. "How about it, Steve?"
Steve looked up, his face still flushed from orgasm. "Yeah," he said slowly. "You people win. I'm with you now, all the way. But ... you know this has got to be secret, don't you? Diane? I don't know why you told your Uncle Bob, but you simply can't tell anybody else, okay? Although I'm sure you could convince anybody in the world to join our little group, you wouldn't have time to do it in jail!"
"I won't tell," Diane said indignantly. "And I didn't tell Uncle Bob, either ... he guessed."
"Yeah, well, don't give people any reason to guess," Steve continued. "Okay?"
"Sure," Diane said. "I don't want anything to mess us up. Hey, you people rested enough?" She turned back to the bed and scrambled back up. "I don't think I want a coke ... I want a cock!" She laughed gaily, crawling over to Bob and touching his dick, then lowering her head and sucking at him, licking. As he swelled a little in her mouth, she raised her head and grinned impishly. "You're coming to Uncle Bob. Guess you weren't as tired as you thought."
Bob laughed, settling back. "Your mouth could raise the dead," he said fondly. Cynthia lay back, her eyes widening as she watched Diane plunge onto Bob's cock, then rolled onto her side, over to Steve.
"Well, darling brother, what do you think of your daughter and sister now? Not so bad, are we?"
"I don't know," Steve said slowly. "I'm no expert in these things, but it seems okay to me. Anyhow, there's nothing I can do about it-a guy would have to be made of stone to refuse you two. God, Cynthia, I've wanted you for years. I remember, when we were kids, I used to watch you when you were in the bathroom and jerk off over you for hours. And I was so fucking jealous when you went out-I could just see all those guys getting what I wanted." He pulled his sister to him, stroking her breasts lightly.
"Wow, if I'd only known," Cynthia said lightly. "I'd have done anything you wanted, Steve. I thought you were just a prude, the way you went on if I stayed out late." She frowned, thinking sadly of the past, then brightening. "But that's all over now. You've got me now,,-and Diane-any time, any way you want us." She cuddled next to him, her hand fondling his cock, making it swell in her fingers. Steve groaned, bending forward and sucking one of her nipples into his mouth, then raising his head.
"But, don't you think it's wrong?" he whispered. "Deep down inside? I know Diane and Bob don't, but don't you feel just a little . , . well, funny about all? Fucking your brother, and ... well, eating your niece's twat?"
"Well," Cynthia said frankly. "I haven't completely gotten over my reservations. But, compared to the way I felt before, this is fucking heaven. Why, I hadn't had a good fuck in years, and if I'd had one I wouldn't have known what to do with it! By the way, speaking of stiff cocks...."
Steve smiled, abandoning that line of inquiry for good. He looked over at his daughter. She was obviously enjoying herself intensely, her legs tensing as she prepared to squat on Bob's now hard cock, her little ass hole still dribbling a bit of Steve's sperm. Steve's eyes lit up, and he turned to his sister.
"Tell me, have you been fucked in the ass yet?" Steve asked.
Cynthia tensed, then forced herself to relax, looking Steve squarely in the eyes. "No. My ass is virgin territory," she whispered. "Do you ... want to fuck it?" She knelt down submissively, raising her ass in the air, and looked at her brother over her shoulders. "Just be gentle," she said, remembering how Diane had bled in the pool, temporarily forgetting her own part in that episode.
"Oh, I will," Steve promised, kneeling behind his sister, cock in hand as he surveyed the white expanse of ass. "I will." He spread her buttocks, exposing her ass hole, and, greasing his pole quickly with spit, prepared to enter. "Hold on, Sis! I'm going in!"
"WOW!" Diane said, craning around. "Dad's gonna fuck Cynthia's ass!" She bounced up and down happily on Bob's cock, sighing with pleasure. "I guess we're both three way girls now, right Bob?"
"Yeah," Bob muttered, concentrating on the thrilling sensation of Diane's under-age cunt on his prick. "Move it, baby doll! Move that sweet little ass and ride me hard!" He began thrusting up into her, wild pictures flooding through his mind as he realized that he could have either woman, in any way, any time he wanted. Bob closed his eyes, fervently thanking whatever power had sent Diane to him that day, changing his entire life! "Fuck me! FUCK MEEE!" Cynthia cried. "FUCK MY ASS!"
"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" Diane groaned. "I LOVE IT! I LOVE IT! DON'T EVER STOP!"
"I won't," Bob and Steve promised in unison, "Never!"
