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o The 'Bookshelf collection' offers a very wide variety of o
o stories. They have been submitted by people from all over the o
o world. Also from alt.sex.stories (Newsgroups). There is no o
o particular order other than offering them to you in alpha- o
o betical directories. o
o I don’t believe in categorizing things. "I don’t want to o
o be typed therefore I don’t type things myself." I think it’s o
o a lot more fun to browse around and find 'little' surprises o
o that you might not have even thought of looking for. o
o Lest we forget!!! This story was produced as adult en- o
o tertainment and should not be read by minors. Kristen o
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Daddy's Daughter (inc, voy, family)
offered by: voyeur@cythera.com
***
Stephanie pumped Bryan's cock, consciously or not, to the same rhythm
of her brother's mattress humping.
"Men are so peculiar," she said, stroking Bryan a little faster. "You
guys will put it anywhere, won't you?"
"You sure ask a lot of questions," Bryan answered, his voice rasping,
unhappy that he'd lost the initiative to this child, unsure why it
mattered.
Stephanie gasped, and squeezed his cock tightly, no longer pumping.
Her brother had suddenly arched back, his face staring at the ceiling,
his prick sliding through the hole his fist made. With a few very
short strokes, he spurted cum over Deirdre's naked body, a long stream
that reached her chin and pooled just above her breasts. She spread
her legs further and rubbed her pussy, perhaps trying to come, perhaps
trying to encourage him. A second shot of cream splashed on Deirdre's
breast and had just begun to trickle down her side when more cum
flowed over her belly and between her fingers busily scratching at her
cunt.
"He didn't really fuck her," Stephanie said, resuming her stroking of
Bryan's hard cock. "I don't think I should have to pay. What do you
think, Mr. Stone? Dre said she'd fuck him, but he only jerked off on
her."
He turned to face her.
"I think that the show's over. Much as I hate to ask, shouldn't you
be going? That feels incredibly good, young lady. Much too good."
Stephanie fell to her knees and took him into her mouth. While she
sucked his prick, her fingers bounced his balls lightly.
"OK," Bryan relented. "You can stay a little longer. Let's use my
bed, though. Away from the window."
Naked together on the bed, Bryan held her tightly, massaging her ass
with both hands. The mounds were hard as cantaloupes, just as he'd
thought. He wanted to show her more than a quick orgasm.
Twenty-whatever years of experience, no matter how straight, had to be
worth something. And, although he didn't acknowledge it consciously,
he wanted Stephanie's eventual report to Deirdre to be sensationally
positive.
He slid his hands along her back and kissed her forehead. She fondled
his cock.
"So you knew I was watching you in the tub?" he asked.
"It had to be you. Well, I guess it could have been Mrs. Stone, but
she doesn't seem the type. I'd look for movement or a gleam from
reflected light and imagine you masturbating. It's incredibly cool.
In fact, even if I couldn't tell you were there, I'd imagine it so
hard that I could conjure you up. Rubbing my pussy, you were always
there to keep me company."
Bryan kissed her on the lips, touching her tongue with his.
"The next time," she continued, "will be sensational. I'll know
you're watching. I'll know what your hard cock looks like. I can't
wait!"
He bent his head and took a nipple into his mouth.
"Will you eat me, Mr. Stone?" she asked.
Without waiting for an answer, she straddled his face and lowered her
pussy to his mouth.
It's so sweet, he thought. I'd forgotten. Her pussy is as juicy as a
peach, her clit's like a ripe raspberry.
"That's very nice," Stephanie breathed as his tongue reached deep into
her.
Bryan licked the insides of her thighs, sucked the lips of her cunt,
nibbled at her crotch. His hands couldn't get enough of her muscled
thighs or her tight stomach pulsing with contractions whenever his
tongue touched her clit.
"Can we try something, Mr. Stone?"
He paused, uncertain.
"What?"
"I want to watch you masturbate and you can watch me. Then, the next
time I'm in the bathtub, we'll know exactly what each other looks like
doing it."
Looking up past her pussy, between her breasts, he saw a bright smile
light her face.
"I, um, was hoping to fuck you, honey."
Stephanie climbed off his face and knelt between his legs, her back
straight.
"Don't worry, Mr. Stone," she said coyly. "I know your cock needs a
nice, wet pussy. Let's just try this first."
Shaking her shoulders like an athlete loosening up, she spread her
legs further, her knees touching the insides of his, and she touched
his balls once, as though for luck. Stephanie towered over him and he
admired her form, her scent, her youth. Bryan's rigid prick ticked
like a second hand on a watch, making tiny jerking movements in time
to each heartbeat.
Stephanie took her generous breasts in her hands and sighed loudly.
"How did you like watching Dre and Patrick, Mr. Stone? Isn't she
great? Patrick sure is weird, though, coming all over her like that.
Why aren't you masturbating yet?"
Pushing a breast up as far as she could, Stephanie bent her head and
licked the hard nipple. Her other hand crept down her abdomen and
began stroking the lips of her pussy.
Bryan clenched handfuls of the sheet, his knuckles white.
"I'm afraid to start," he said. "Embarrassed, too, but the main thing
is I want to come inside you, not all over myself."
Movement outside the doorway caught Stephanie's eye and she glanced
quickly. In the hallway, back from the door frame so her father
couldn't see her, Deirdre held her hand flat against her face to hide
her astonishment - or was it amusement? -- at her father's
declaration. She wore a red negligee like a sheer layer of cherry
frosting accentuating the dessert beneath.
"OK," Stephanie said, "here's what we'll do. I'll just cover your
eyes like this with the pillow so you won't be so embarrassed."
Her pussy brushed against his cock when she moved the pillow, and her
breasts swung along his chest. Bryan purred with pleasure. After
she'd hidden the top half of his face, Stephanie picked up his right
hand and wrapped it around his prick. As though she were trying to
start a wind-up toy, she pumped his hand a few times then let go
quickly, sitting back on her heels. Her toy cooperated only briefly,
pumping another several strokes before stopping.
"Have to change hands," Bryan apologized, his voice muffled by the
pillow. "I'm right-handed."
His right hand raised his cock to vertical and he began to masturbate.
Stephanie motioned Deirdre into the room.
"You didn't tell me how you liked peeping on Dre, Mr. Stone. I'll
bet, though, if she were here she'd love watching you jerking off as
much as I do."
Deirdre smacked her lightly on the back of the head, her open palm
proceeding to squeeze Stephanie's neck fondly before continuing lower
to caress her back.
"I hope you can't see how much I'm blushing," Bryan said. "Well, I'll
just assume that since I can't see you, you can't see me. You should
know that I really do love my little girl."
Saying this, Bryan's other hand reached between his legs to massage
his balls and his right fist pumped fractionally faster. Deirdre
bent over Stephanie and kissed her on the back of the neck, bringing
her other hand around to tease one of Stephanie's nipples. For her
part, Stephanie used both index fingers to stroke either side of the
opening to her pussy. Six very busy hands.
"I guess," Bryan continued, "well, I know, it aroused me. Hell, I
was already hard and jerking off watching you masturbate in the tub,
young lady. And when Patrick started to fuck her, I was incredibly
jealous and, actually, I started fantasizing I was in his place,
between Deirdre's legs."
Stephanie slid two fingers into her wet pussy. She pulled them out to
rub her clit. Without looking away from Bryan's cock, she reached
back and put her other hand on Deirdre's pussy, feeling her way, until
her index finger inched into Deirdre's slick opening.
"We both came at the same time, you know, your brother and me," he
said. "I felt like I was coming inside her. I really want to fuck
you, honey, the way he fucked her."
"It's so cool how you masturbate," Stephanie said, "first fast, then
slow, then playing with your balls. I've really enjoyed watching.
But I think you're right."
She held the pillow firmly over his eyes, careful to make sure he
could still breath.
"Just hold your horses while I get over you, your massive prick, you
look so good and big Mr. Stone."
Stephanie swung off the bed like a gymnast, her hands firm on the
pillow, and Deirdre knelt beside her father, closed her eyes, and took
his prick into her mouth.
"Oh, Stephanie," he said, "that's so good. I'm going to come much too
soon. Fuck me, please. Fuck me."
Deirdre looked at her friend, who was grinning broadly, winked, and
covered her father's body with her own. Her nipples pressed into his
chest through the negligee, her head just touching the pillow, and,
bit by bit, her pussy swallowed Bryan's cock until it was completely
buried in her.
"Are you wearing something?" Bryan asked. "How did you do that?"
Grinding her ass into his hips, Deirdre sought to take his prick even
deeper. She squeezed his cock with her young cunt muscles, and he
responded by fucking her back, establishing a rhythm, his balls
slapping back and forth between them.
"Just fuck me," Stephanie said soothingly, "I love how you feel inside
me."
"Your voice," he said. "It's as though . . ."
He let go of Deirdre's hips and pulled Stephanie's hands roughly from
the pillow. An inch away, looking into her father's eyes, Deirdre
kissed him on the lips. She fucked him faster.
"Oh, honey," he said, turning his head and stopping his thrusting. "I
never . . . you shouldn't . . .we can't . . ."
Stephanie stroked his face with her fingers. Deirdre squeezed with
her cunt.
"You feel so good, honey," Bryan allowed. "Such a tight pussy, I'd
forgotten how good it is."
Grasping his daughter's thighs, he sat up suddenly. As she fell on to
her back on the bed, Bryan pulled her tightly against him so his cock
wouldn't leave her warm, wet hole. A second later he was fucking her
in the missionary position, his ass pumping hard, his dick drilling
deep. From behind, Stephanie alternately rubbed his butt and held his
balls, her knuckles getting wet with the juice from Deirdre's pussy.
"Fuck me, daddy," Deirdre whispered loudly. "You're going to make me
come! Fuck me! Harder! Now!"
Bryan used his knees to spread Deirdre's legs farther apart and raised
his ass higher, increasing the angle of his cock into her and the
friction on her clit. He fucked her faster. He knew he was getting
close to coming.
Deirdre wrapped her legs around her father's and her thighs tightened,
rigid. Stephanie inserted a finger into Bryan's asshole and wiggled
it, with the result that his ass muscles bunched and he groaned
loudly.
"That's it, Daddy, come inside me. Come with me! Oh!"
From the hallway, a door slammed.
"Honey, I'm home," called a feminine voice.
A pause.
"What's all the commotion in there?"
Deirdre's legs pulled him harder against her as his spasms subsided.
Stephanie wrapped an arm around him, pushing her breasts into his
back, her finger half-buried in his asshole.
Sandwiched between the two girls, unwilling to move even if he could,
Bryan heard Stephanie say, "Hi, Mrs. Stone. How was your trip?"
* * * * * END * * * * *
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