The hot daughter
Psychologists have long noted that man is a gregarious animal whose need for affection and emotional security is as real and basic as his need for food and shelter.
This social need is reflected many times over in our everyday lives. There is the teen-aged boy who frequently smokes marijuana, though he dislikes it, because he fears being branded a "straight" by his friends. There is the suburban housewife who turns to an illicit affair because her husband, totally dedicated to his business, cannot or will not give her the affection she craves.
HOT DAUGHTER is the story of a young, average American girl, Bernadette Reese. A bright eighteen year old with many friends, Bernadette is nonetheless filled with an overwhelming need for emotional security. Thus it is that she turns to her father for the affection she craves, and, when he is tragically killed in an accident, to her own brothers. For Bernadette, seeking affection and security becomes a way of life, her norm. And for how many other young people like her?
A novel that poses a timely question for our increasingly decentralized American families.
The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Bernadette Reese was no virgin. She hadn't been a virgin since her eighteenth birthday. She had been no naive nymph at the time. Sex education was being taught in all the junior-high and high schools, and Bernadette attended every class. Other girls her age had lost their cherries months, even years before, and though Bernadette felt no less sexually aroused than they, her sexual feelings remained dormant when in the presence of the boys she dated.
Even at the age of nineteen, Bernadette was dating. She had a nice set of tits, a slender waist, just the hint of a little curve to her belly, and nice hips. Her ass was round, but not overblown, and though she had let some boys touch her titties and crotch, she had felt nothing for them. Yet Bernadette had a constant heat inside her, and she realized the heat was at its strongest in her home. She had three brothers, one pretty younger sister, a virile, handsome father, and an attractive mother. And it was when she was in the bosom of her family that she felt most aroused.
Because she looked older than she was, Bernadette was able to get into X-rated movie theaters and see for herself just how people were supposed to behave in bed. And it was because she went to see an X-rated movie on her eighteenth birthday that she lost her virginity. Lost it? No, Bernadette didn't lose it: she threw it away on purpose.
One of Bernadette's "friends" saw her going into the theater and hurried to tell her father. She would have told Bernadette's mother, as well, but her mother was at an evening canasta game and wouldn't be home until midnight.
So it was, when Bernadette got home at nine o'clock, her father confronted her with what he'd heard. Bernadette freely admitted having been to the movie, saying, "It was my birthday, Daddy. I'm eighteen years old and I know what's going on, by now. I just wanted to see what it looked like."
"You aren't too old to be punished," her father snapped.
"And how will you punish me?" she laughed sassily. "Will you spank me?"
"You aren't too old for that, either," her father said angrily.
"Oh, pooh!" she answered, flouncing up the stairs to her bedroom.
Her father was right behind her. He picked up a hairbrush from her dressing table, grabbed her by the arm, sat on the bed, flung her across his knee despite the squeals of protest, pulled up her skirt, and began paddling her rounded ass. She was wearing a pair of scanty bikini panties, and they barely covered her ass, much less her pussy. As he spanked, she writhed and wriggled, rubbing her belly against his lap, and she could feel his enlarging cock poking up through his pants. And suddenly the spanking no longer hurt. It felt good. As her father continued walloping her butt-cheeks, he realized she was sighing rather than yelping. Her movement on his lap wasn't that of a helpless daughter being punished for being a smart-ass, but rather that of an erotic female trying to arouse the male in him.
Bernadette's cunt was burning up. After having seen the movies, she knew what she needed. But now she realized she wanted it from her own father. And there was that communication between father and daughter that let him know what she wanted without a word being said.
He stopped spanking her and she turned her head, looked at him, and said, "Beat me, Daddy. Beat me hard. Please!"
"No," her father insisted. "No. I can't."
"Why not?" she asked, standing up, her ass hot with lust more than pain.
Looking down at her seated father, she saw the anguish on his face, and suddenly she realized it wasn't a one-way feeling. He had become aroused from spanking her.
"Daddy," she said, squatting down in front of him, "I love you."
"I love you, too, sweetheart," he replied, dropping the brush. "That's why I spanked you in the first place, because I love you and care about you and I didn't want you corrupted by those horrible films."
"Is it corruption, Daddy? What I saw I enjoyed, and, Daddy, I want to do that with you."
"My God! No!" he bellowed. "Never think such a thing again!"
"Daddy, stop it. I want you. I mean I really want you. Like they say in those pictures, I want you to fuck me. Please fuck me."
"Don't you dare even think such a thing," her father chastised, suddenly standing up.
She stood with him, turned, ran to the door, shut it, and locked it.
"Bernadette, what are you doing?"
She smiled at him as her hand reached behind her and quickly unzipped her dress.
"Stop that this instant," her father ordered, but his voice was weakening.
She pulled the dress off and stood in front of him in her bra and panties. He had seen her that way often enough in the morning when everyone was scrambling in and out of the two bathrooms in the house. But this was the first time she saw a glimmer of desire in his eyes. Yes, it was true. He might not want to admit it, but he wanted to fuck her. He probably never even realized it up until that moment, but he was as hot for her as he had once been for her mother many years before.
"I'm going to leave," he told her as she unsnapped her bra.
"You'll have to get by me," she murmured, removing the bra and throwing it off to the side.
He simply stood there, staring, his eyes bugging out of his head.
"God!" he muttered, "I have to be seeing things."
His eyes were rooted on her jiggling tits, two perfect spheres of full, weighty, upstanding flesh with nipples like pink noses pointing at him. Each nipple had a halo of pink areola an inch in diameter, contrasting beautifully against the whiteness of her tits.
"Bernadette," he whispered. "This is wrong. Stop it, now."
"Wrong? How can it be wrong? Don't you love me?"
"Of course I love you, but... this isn't the way we're supposed to love one another."
"Oh, Daddy," she muttered, starting to flush. "When a male and a female love one another, they should love each other every way possible. I never realized it until tonight, but I think I've always wanted to be this way with you, as long as I was able to think about sex. I just never admitted it to myself before."
"But this way is wrong."
"No, Daddy, the only wrong thing would be if I got pregnant, and that'll never happen. My girl friends have been taking the Pill for nearly a year now, and not wanting to be left out, I started taking it, too, about three months ago. So you don't have to worry about my having any idiot kids, Daddy. Oh, please," she begged, stepping out of her panties. "Oh, please, Daddy. Fuck me!"
Her tits were trembling, making them look all that much more arousing. Her nipples were beginning to swell just because he was looking at them, and when she saw his gaze fall to her crotch, she could feel the heat in her cunt increase.
Very slowly he approached her. He carefully wrapped an arm around her naked waist and pulled her slowly to him, saying, "You're still a baby, Bernadette. Oh, you may be my oldest daughter, but to me you're an infant. If you could really understand what you're doing, you wouldn't do it. Yes, I do love you. Yes, I do feel desire for you. And seeing you this way makes me want you in a way I never before realized. But it just isn't right," he told her, once more going to the bed and sitting on it.
She walked with him, and when he sat, she sat on his lap, trilling to the rough feeling of his slacks against her bare butt, a butt already cooling off.
She leaned against him, pressing the points of her hot boobs into the cloth of his shirt, and the sensation aroused her even more. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulled him close, kissed his lips lightly with her own, and whispered, "Daddy, I love you so much. Please fuck me. Please, I want it the first time from the man I love most in all the world."
She shivered as she felt his hands suddenly glide over her full tits, making her rubbery nipples swell even more and become even harder. He couldn't help himself. His hands had to touch her. And while one hand caressed her pink nipples, the other slid along her spine to touch the cheeks of her round ass. His fingers sank into the cushioned flesh, his nails almost cutting into her.
"Bernadette, please, please don't do this," he murmured. "Please, stop it now while it can be stopped."
He tried to release her, but she clung all the more tightly to him, raising herself a little so his fingers could get a better grip on her ass. It also brought her tits into contact with his face. His mouth seemed to open of its own accord and simply engulf her soft tit. His tongue swirled over the nipple while his lips sucked at it as if trying to milk it.
Suddenly his hands were moving here and there, touching every part of her youthful body at once, and igniting new and different kinds of heat inside her. Even watching the sex movies hadn't aroused her as his hands now did. She felt aroused and thrilled all over, and she rubbed her seething little box against the pressure of his seeking fingers as his mouth continued madly sucking her tit. He sucked with his lips, puffing on the nipple, trying to enlarge it. Then he bit it with his teeth, causing raging fires to start all over her body, and finally his tongue licked the nipple where his teeth had bitten, as if trying to apologize for the pressure of his teeth.
Bernadette wiggled her body, and once again feeling the poking cock as it pressed up against his pants. Her ankles were crossed as she wiggled on his lap, feeling the pressure of his cock-head pushing into her ass. Meanwhile his fingers continued rubbing her moss-covered cunt-mound while his other hand pressed on the base of her spine. His lips released one boob and moved to the other, letting his tongue and teeth alternate on it, as well, making her shudder all the more.
All during the movie, Bernadette had watched the fucking couples on the screen and imagined herself to be the girls in the pictures. But what she was feeling now far surpassed anything she might have imagined she'd feel as new fires began lighting all over her from the blast furnace inside her sopping cunt.
She put her hand against the fingers playing with her cunt hairs and pressed them all the harder into her gash. They seemed like white-hot fingers, literally searing her tender labes. She could feel his middle finger wiggling around, teasing the outer rim of her cunt-lips, and making her hump back and forth as she gasped for breath. He fingered her snatch, and she could feel her labes wanting to part like flower petals to let him in. And then she felt her cunt-juice start to bubble and flow as his finger slowly pushed its way into her slit. She nearly fainted with joy.
It was all so unbelievably wonderful she couldn't fully understand it. Her stomach felt all tight inside, and her legs were rubbery, and she found breathing suddenly joyously difficult. Her entire body was taut and she shuddered with delight, knowing her wonderful father was making love to her.
His finger moved tenderly, lightly caressing her quivering clitoris as it withdrew, covered with her sopping twat-cream. More and heavier oil began working its way from deep inside her flaming pussy, oozing straight through her steaming canal and leaking out between her soft pussy-flaps onto the sheets below. Some of it leaked down into her ass-crack and soaked into her shitter.
Bernadette could feel it all, and yet all she cared about were the wonderful sensations building in her frothing snatch as her daddy's finger slid in and out, stopping to caress her tingling clit. It made her wriggle delightedly.
His other hand continued caressing her nipples, first massaging one and then the other, keeping them both filled with blood and fully enlarged. Occasionally his palm would slide down from her full boobs and start caressing her slightly curved belly or her slender waist, moving in a tantalizing criss-cross designed to tickle every part of her.
Bernadette used her own hand in an attempt to push her father's finger even deeper in her box, and through the heated bolts of breath she heard him pleading with her to stop him. Tears were coming from his eyes.
Her own hands slid under his shirt and undershirt, feeling the woolly hairs on his chest as her fingers began running over his torso delicately, sending needles of tortured thrills through him. She could feel the delicate points of his small nipples, and rubbed her thumbs across them as he had done to her boobs. He tumbled her onto the bed and threw himself on top of her.
His mouth kissed her throat strongly, and with her hands she clamped his head tightly to her. He continued kissing her throat for a long time, while one of his hands continued playing with her sweet little pussy. After a while his mouth moved lower again, his lips once again sucking each nipple in turn, licking it furiously, biting and chewing it, and then, instead of returning to her sensitive throat again, his tongue began licking lower, blazing a tantalizing trail across her lower abdomen, making her feel as if liquid lava were seeping from her pores. He stopped once, at her navel, and let his tongue lightly rove around inside for a few minutes. She began churning her lower body, almost anticipating what would happen next, but not daring to believe it.
She felt his tongue now move until it had dipped into the crease where her right leg joined her torso. The tongue followed the length of the crease up, and then down, and her crotch began grinding madly in anticipation of what would happen next. Actually Bernadette hadn't meant to grind, but it was as if that part of her body had gone completely out of control, jerking wildly in heaving spasms, as if trying to aim her sopping slit at his licking tongue.
Bernadette didn't really understand the reason for what she was doing. Somehow she just couldn't control herself. She ground her leaking cunt around and around, pushing it higher and higher, opening her thighs ever wider, leaving him the full exposure of her creaming gash.
Her hands were still pressing against his head, and now her fingers tangled themselves in his hair as she began yanking his head lower in the hope of shortly feeling his mouth press against her seething snatch.
But her daddy would not be hurried. He was totally lost in the magnificent pleasure of his daughter's body, fully enjoying himself now that he'd surrendered to her, and he moved his mouth at a very slow, purposeful, tantalizing pace.
To Bernadette the slowness was sheer torture, but it was so overwhelming and provocative she slammed her juicing cunt against him all the harder, feeling her labes literally drooling with lubrication.
Her sweet cunt was so wet, Bernadette was afraid she might have unknowingly taken a piss. But this was a different kind of liquid leaking out of her. It was stickier, yet slicker, and it built a new, frenzied kind of thrill inside her. And oddly, her father seemed all the more aroused when his cheek came in contact with the pussy-syrup.
His hands began to move under her tight, round butt-cheeks, his fingers squeezing them as his mouth moved ever closer to her dripping gash. With his fingers pressing into her ass-cheeks, his thumbs dug into the sides of her crotch, forcing her furry cunt-mound higher so that it almost stood out from between her thighs. His tongue was licking lower in the joint of her thigh, almost touching the hair-surrounded labes, making more and more slippery juice ooze from her pouch like pussy. And then he lifted his mouth, opened it wide, and set it down right on her sopping slash.
Bernadette almost fainted the feeling was so completely devastating. It was as if a bolt of lightning had come down out of the heavens and slammed right into her cunt. She began violently rubbing her hair-fringed box up and down, thrilling to the way the flat of his tongue slurped through her simmering crack straight on up to her shivering clitoris, pressing it harder and harder, making her want to scream. It slid down from her quivering clit and sank into her steaming cunt-hole, slurping in and out, rubbing her pussy walls, drinking her twat-cream as it came running into his mouth. And all the while his fingers continued lightly dancing along her inner thighs, caressing the soft white flesh, making her writhe all the more. And then his hands went running up to her tits again, pinching and pulling the nipples, squeezing them, arousing her even more.
Her fingers tightened their hold on his hair, tugged him closer, jamming his face ever-deeper into her flaming cunt-hole, thrilling to the way his tongue seemed to stab all the deeper into her anxious snatch, thereby making more pussy juice come pouring out. And then she found his lips and tongue were licking and sucking her cunt in rhythm to the way she was bouncing her body.
Bernadette found herself shuddering all over. Something, she couldn't quite tell what, was about to happen to her. She had seen the women in the movies acting this way, but she hadn't believed they were really feeling anything. No woman went that crazy. And yet now she herself was moaning in the exact same way the women in those fuck films had moaned.
She was sighing, gasping, and gulping air feverishly. Her body felt itself automatically winding up tighter and tighter until she was completely wound up. She was delirious with rapture, thrilled with ecstasy as her sopping slit literally pounded into her father's face again and again.
"Ohhhhh... Daddy," she breathed. "Oh, wonderful Daddy. Oh, don't stop it now... uhhhh... wonderful, sweet, fabulous, cunt-eating fatherrrrrr..."
Her insides seemed to knot into a tightness that prevented her from breathing, and then, all of a sudden, everything exploded like a hydrogen bomb inside her. Fiery blasts followed one another in her body as she felt her cunt spasming again and again. She rubbed her gurgling gash into her father's face with greater effort as she twitched and jumped, all out of control. Her feet were kicking his back as she rotated madly, all but tearing the hair out of his head as she pushed his face ever-deeper, feeling her cunt-cream splash out of her into his face in wild, uncontrolled jets.
Her father's tongue continued lapping up all her pussy-syrup, sucking it into his throat, drinking it all down as if it were the nectar of the Gods. His lips pulled at her soft labes in an attempt to suck even more juice from inside her gushing cunt-hole.
All Bernadette could do was lie there, her body totally limp, her thighs spread, her stomach sucking in each time she felt another spasm of climax, her head lolling from side to side, and her nipples fully swollen with the delight sensuously blazing through her young body.
Very, very slowly she returned to reality and realized her father was still sucking at her cunt, lapping away even though she had no more twat juice to offer. Her snatch was oversensitive, and she wanted to stop his tongue from moving against her clit, but she didn't dare. He had been so good to her, why deny him his own pleasure?
His own pleasure. His own pleasure. Her daddy did not come, himself. Nor had he fucked her. Delighted and delirious as she felt, she wanted his cock inside her cunt. She wanted her father to pop her cherry. She wanted to feel his jism spurting into her cunt.
Her father stopped lapping, wiped his face on the covers, then came up to lie beside her.
"Don't hate me, Daddy," she begged.
"My sweet, darling Bernadette, how could I ever hate you?" he asked. "I love you. The trouble is, I love you too much. I love you more than a father should love his own daughter. Deep down, subconsciously, I think I've had the desire to do this to you ever since your body began filling out."
"Daddy, Daddy, I adore you," she whispered, "but now that we've come this far, let's be straight with each other. You've wanted to do more than eat me. You've always wanted to fuck me. Please, Daddy. Please, fuck me before you leave. I can see you're in pain because you're so aroused and haven't had any release. Please, Daddy, fuck me."
She yanked his pants and underpants down as he lay there, and he did nothing to stop her. His heavy cock came popping out as if it were spring-loaded, and when Bernadette saw it, she was awed. His prick was far larger than anything the studs in the movies displayed. God! His cock was immense. And it was fat. And it was the cock that had helped make her. She could hear her father's ragged breathing as he propped himself up on his elbow and stared at her.
Without realizing it, Bernadette had already decided what the next step would be. She had seen the girls in the movies do it, and there was no reason why she couldn't, even if her daddy's whang was so huge. God! It had a white shaft with a rich, purple head, and it was really swollen and bloated. In a brown, hairy sac underneath, she could see his heavy balls. Christ! They were large. To think, a part of herself had once rested in those balls.
Her face closed in on his rod eagerly. Her tongue was already out of her mouth, extended as far as it could go, and even as its tip tasted the pre-cum seeping heavily from the piss-slit in the head of her father's cock, Bernadette realized he wasn't going to stop her.
She remembered that the more her father had eaten her pussy, the more cunt-juice had flowed. She wondered if it worked the same with his cock. She licked the bulbous purple knob a few times, tasting the wonderful gooey seepage as it continued flowing, and she soon realized it was her tongue making the stuff come out all the faster.
Her father's hand rested on her head, and she felt the pressure, understanding what he wanted. Her lips parted, forming a nice O as she slipped the bulbous knob right in, surrounding the flange of the corona with her lips and pulling hard. Damn, but the resilient cock-head had a nice meaty flavor of its own, and she sucked on it fervidly, swallowing the continuous flow of gooey liquid.
Her tongue ran back and forth over the heavy prick-tip, tickling, teasing, tantalizing, making her father buck madly as he tried stuffing more of his weighty dick down her throat. Bernadette felt the littlest bit more cock slide against her tongue, but she was determined to eat her father as slowly as he had eaten her. She compressed her lips tightly around the heavy prick, sucking strongly, pulling more flavorless oil down her throat.
Bernadette could tell she was giving him a good blowjob from the way her father sighed and seemed to weep. His clasped hands on her head were pressing more energetically now, and she could tell he wanted her sucking as much of his cock as possible. He began heaving his crotch forward and back, letting his huge dong slide out, then back in, gradually sinking it into her mouth just the littlest bit deeper each time. Soon the rubbery knob was caressing the back of her throat, and it was only when she began coughing and gagging that he stopped trying to force more of his meat into her.
She could tell her father was as much in heaven now as she had been minutes earlier, and the thought that she was arousing him so much made her get horny all over again. Her lips pressed tightly around the plunging prick, creating stronger, tighter friction, while one of her hands began rubbing his balls gently, making his ass bounce a little harder on the bed.
"Oh, God!" he whimpered. "Oh, dear God! I... I'm... going... to come."
Yes, Daddy, she thought, come! Come in my mouth! Let me taste your jizz!
Her stomach was all aquiver, waiting to receive the spurts of her father's sperm. She was tense and shaking, filled with the desire to taste the wonderful spunk he was about to shoot down her throat.
The swollen cock-head seemed to enlarge even more now. It shivered and trembled as her tongue felt the wild, throbbing pulsation of the tube when his sperm began traveling trough it. She felt the jizz rise up through his prick until it reached the head, and then, as the knob bloated hugely, he came wildly.
The heavy, sticky sperm was totally different from his pre-cum. This had more substance to it. It was strong, acrid, with a definite flavor, and Bernadette liked the taste immediately. The delicious warmth flooded across her tongue and down her gullet, making her tingle with delight.
Now she was more a part of her daddy than ever before. His delicious seed was shooting into her belly. Yum! It tasted so good.
She was so wrapped up in her own thoughts, she barely heard her father's "AAAAARRGGHHHH!!" as he wildly humped into her face, slamming his hairy thighs into her cheeks and nose, pressing his balls against her chin, jamming his hands against her head so tightly he would have strangled her had his cock not started to soften. Even so, her mouth continued working, her teeth continued chewing, her lips continued sucking, and her tongue continued licking as she eagerly drank her father's fuck-cream.
Her lips had their full effect on his cock. Slowly his prick began hardening again, swelling, straining, enlarging, and her mouth backed away because her throat just wasn't ready to take the full length of her daddy's mighty dong.
Her mouth came off her father's cock. She looked deeply into his eyes and said, "Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me. Please. I've wanted that more than anything else. Don't use your mouth or your fingers or anything else this time, Daddy. I just want to feel your cock inside me. Please, Daddy, please!"
He grabbed her, looked at her, and said, "God help me, but I do love you, Bernadette. Don't ever think badly of me for this."
He flung her down on the bed and fell on top of her, his body pressing against hers. His mouth was once again sucking her nipples, and she could feel that magnificent cock beginning to poke against her thighs. She shuddered, aching to feel his prick push its way into her virgin cunt. She was trembling with desire, her thighs spread wide apart, her sopping slash already oozing.
"Fuck me!" she begged, feeling his cock push against her pussy-lips.
"God forgive me," her father murmured, and proceeded to push.
The thickness of his knob as it entered her cunt-mouth made Bernadette tense up. Her entire body was a solid, frozen mass of expectancy as the heavy cock-head forced its way a bit deeper into her virgin cunt.
"Uhhhhh!" she gasped.
"Oh, baby," he whispered, "am I hurting you? Am I?"
"Push harder, Daddy," she begged. "Hurry, push harder, let me feel the whole thing inside me. Hurry!"
Her dresser mirror, off to the left, reflected a good part of the scene back to Bernadette. She could see her father's hairy ass above her thighs, and she could see his monstrous pole as it pushed into her box, parting the ragged, pink edges of her tender cunt-lips. The sight reminded her of what she had seen in the movie and it became doubly arousing, because now she was watching herself fuck, and with her father. It looked fantastic.
"Aaaghhh!" she screamed as he pushed his prick in a little deeper.
"Just a little more, honey," he assured her, kissing her.
Bernadette stared at the way her father's balls tightened up into his groin, giving her an unobstructed view of his cock as it pushed its way deeper into her welcoming cunt.
Oh, God! She had never realized how tight a fit it would be. In those fuck films she had seen how all those other cunts had been able to take the thick cocks stuffed into them without any great problem. She had figured she would have no problem taking her father's prick.
"Uhh... Daddy... keep... fuck... don't... stop," she begged.
"My sweet girl," he whispered. "This is the only time it will hurt. You have such a wonderfully tight, sweet pussy, my darling. No one, not even your mother ever felt this good. Ohhhhh, you hold my cock so wonderfully."
Digging her heels into the bed, Bernadette, rammed her body higher, and suddenly she felt the heavy shaft move farther in. A strong pain made her arch her back, and she almost yelped. In the mirror she could see that the ooze slipping out around his sliding cock had a reddish tint to it. Her cherry. He had popped her cherry. It was gone, out of the way. Her wonderful daddy had made her a woman!
Her father's tongue in her gash had been wonderful. It had given her the first real climax she'd ever known. Tasting his prick had been terrific, too. But none of it compared to the feel of that wonderful tool working its way through her squeezing cunt. Delight and desire fired their way through her body so quickly she wondered where the great feeling had been before. It was as if she had always had this blazing heat inside her.
Her heels dug deeper into the bed, raising her body higher, forcing more of his cock into her cunt, a millimeter at a time. His prick slid in deeper and deeper, reaching much farther into her cunt than his tongue or his finger had. Nothing had ever reached that high up into her cunt before, and she began wildly thrashing and sighing as his heavy cock continued sliding into her snatch, lubricated all the way by her own sloshing juice mixed with her virginal blood.
And then his cock was all the way in.
"Ohhhhhhh, Daddy, that feels sooooo wonderful," she sighed. "I love you, darling Daddy. I love you more than anyone else in the world. Now fuck me for all I'm worth. Fuck hard!"
His mouth began dipping down and sucking on her hard nipples again, compressing them between his lips, biting them, then licking them. Thrill after wild thrill shot trough her body as he drew his cock slowly back, sliding it through her squeezing pussy-canal, then slamming it into her tight hole again, shoving it in her cunt so hard and so deep she thought she would catch the pulsing knob in her throat.
Bernadette watched in the mirror as his ass raised and lowered, pumping his thick rod into her pussy. It was a gentle pronging at first, and all the pain in her seething cunt began easing out as he fucked a little faster. Delicious excitement worked its way through her nervous system as her ass-cheeks squeezed together and her crotch began bumping against his. It was wonderful.
He speeded up after a while, and she fucked right along with him. They were reaching the critical point, and Bernadette knew the two of them would come off together. It was as if each was totally attuned to the other, and each knew when the other was going to climax.
"Daddy," she murmured, "Daddy, I'm going... to... come."
"Me... uhh... too," he confirmed, continuing to push and pull his meat back and forth inside her hot snatch. "Love you, honey. Really love you..."
"I love you, too, Daddy... Oh, Daddy! Here it comes! Here it -- ARGGHHHHHH!!"
Her creaming cunt suddenly tightened like a strong fist around his punching cock as one wild thrill after another rocked through her body. She thrashed wildly under him, bucking like a wild mare completely out of control, and he responded, riding her perfectly as he continued pistoning his prick in and out, in and out, in and out of her convulsing cunt.
And then she felt the hot blast of cum-cream splatter against the end of her cunt as he fired blast after blast of heated jism into her snatch.
"Oh, Daddy," she muttered, wrapping her legs around him and tightly gripping him with both arms, "this is so wonderful! Promise me you'll fuck me again. Please!"
Her father, totally under his daughter's spell knew there was no way he could avoid fucking her again. Even if he refused to promise, he was well aware she would get to him again. So, for the peace of mind of the two of them, he promised.
And he kept his promise up to the day he died -- a year later.
Both he and Bernadette's mother were killed in a crash when a drunk driver ran into them. That left Bernadette alone with her three older brothers and her younger sister. But, contrary to what she believed at the funeral, her days of incest had only just begun.
CHAPTER TWO
David Reese was Bernadette's oldest brother. He had just turned twenty-four, had gotten his CPA, and had become the head of the family. He had no girl friends, nor any likely prospect of getting married in the near future, which meant his energies would be devoted to supporting the family his parents had left behind them when they'd died.
David was only five feet seven inches tall, and though not exactly ugly, he was a long way from being handsome. There was nothing rugged or masculine about him. On the contrary, he had an almost mawkish appearance that turned women off. Though a mere twenty-two, he was already balding. His high forehead extended almost to the top of his head, though he still had plenty of hair on the sides. He wore thick, black-rimmed glasses, which in no way enhanced his appearance.
It was David's contention that a woman's place was in the home. Since Bernadette had only one year of high school left, he agreed to let her finish it, on condition the school lump her two free periods and her lunch period together at the end of the school day, so she could get out of school two hours ahead of everyone else and return home to take care of the household chores.
Gail Reese, Bernadette's younger sister, had almost no sense of responsibility whatsoever. At the age of eighteen, she had been laid, re-laid, parlayed, and probably filleted. She had one hell of a body, but she had the kind of face one would cover with the American flag so one could fuck for Old Glory. Perhaps it was because she was so ugly that Gail insisted on screwing around with every male in the high school. How she avoided VD was a pure miracle.
Ron Reese was Bernadette's youngest brother, though he was two years older than she. He was in his last year of high school, too. It wasn't that Ron was dumb; it was just that Bernadette was very smart. She had skipped two grades in elementary school.
Ron had tight, kinky, dark blond hair. He wasn't too bad looking, and of all the Reese brothers, he had the best chance for marriage later on in life. Like almost all boys his age, his mind was occupied with fast cars and easy girls.
Alvin Reese was the worst member of the family. He was the second brother, twenty years old, and a bit addle-brained. He wasn't retarded enough to have to go to a special school, nor was he retarded enough not to know about the birds and bees. But Alvin was a virgin because no girl, ugly or otherwise, wanted anything to do with him. Therefore Alvin was always around the house.
And Alvin knew what had been going on between his sister and his father.
But now his father was dead. Where was Bernadette going to get her cock? Alvin knew. He was going to offer her his. Offer? Hell, he was gonna shove it into her cunt whether she liked it or not! And if she tried squealing on him, he'd let the rest of the world know about her and dear old dead dad.
With their parents buried less than a week, Alvin decided he'd had a long enough mourning period. He wanted to fuck his sister, and that's all there was to it.
He waited for Bernadette to come from school that Monday, his hulking frame seated in a rocking chair. Unlike his two brothers, Alvin was extremely fat. He always had a simple look on his face, which was far from being a handsome face in any way. He moved quickly enough considering how much he weighed, but he looked like a lumbering rhino. He was always dressed in dungarees and a polo shirt because he hardly ever left the house.
When Bernadette walked into the house, she always ignored Alvin. He was her brother, and that was all there was to it. She had no special feeling for him, and she was totally unaware of the lust he had for her. So she was surprised when he said, "Hi ya, Bernie."
"Hi, Alvin," she nodded, putting her books down on the hall table.
"Hey, Bernie, let's you and me talk."
"Alvin, I don't have time to talk. I have to do the wash, and some ironing, then I have to get supper ready."
"Aw, shit! You can get all that done in a couple of hours. That'll give us plenty of time."
"Alvin, just what are you talking about?"
"Well, it's like this, Bernie. I know you and Pa were fucking."
Bernadette stood there, stunned, unable to believe what she heard. She stared at her moronic brother, her eyes wide.
"Stay cool, Bernie. I ain't gonna tell no one else... providin'..."
"Providing what?"
"Providin' you and I can come to some sorta arrangement like you had with Pa."
"Alvin, I always thought you were simple-minded. Now I see you're crazy as well."
She turned and walked away from him, heading for the laundry room next to the kitchen. Alvin followed, a big smirk on his face.
"Whatsa matter, Bernie?"
"You know what the matter is," she snapped. "What went on between Daddy and me happened because we loved each other."
"Well, I love you, Bernie."
"And as a sister I love you. But only as a sister."
"Shit on that. You fucked for Pa, and you're gonna fuck for me."
"Now, Alvin, you stop that."
"Stop? Hell, I ain't even started yet."
"And you aren't going to. Now forget it."
"No chance, Bernie. I figure if we start now, we can get done in an hour or two, and you'll have lotsa time to take care of the house."
"Forget it, Alvin."
Completely unaware of how serious her brother was, Bernadette took clothes from the laundry basket she had filled before going to school and dumped them into the washing machine. She added powder and then started the machine.
Suddenly she felt herself being hoisted up in the air as Alvin said, "It'll take a while for the clothes to get done, Bernie. We can have a lot fun till then."
"Alvin!" she screamed. "Put me down!"
"Sure," he told her, "once we're in a bedroom."
"My God! Alvin, how can you think of a thing like that with Mom and Dad dead only a week?"
"What the hell've their bein' dead got ta do with the way I feel?" he asked, carrying her up the stairs. "I got hot nuts and they need coolin' off. You got the nut-cooler 'tween your legs."
He carried her into her bedroom, slammed the door shut, and threw her on the bed. When she tried standing up, he pulled a sash from one of her robes and tied her wrists behind her.
"Alvin," Bernadette screamed, on the verge of hysteria, "you stop this!"
"Aw, shuddup, Bernie," he snapped, starting to undress. "You're gonna love my cock and you know it."
"Alvin, it isn't right!"
"Oh, and I suppose what you done with Pa was right, huh? Look, Bernie, you're gonna get fucked by me. We can do it the easy way so's we can both have fun, or we do it so it's only fun for me."
One thing Alvin inherited from his father was his long, fat dork. The moment he dropped his pants and Bernadette saw it, she gasped, terrorized by the sheer size of her brother's prick.
As soon as he was naked, Alvin waddled over to where Bernadette lay and, without any ceremony, used both hands to reach under and pull her panties off, despite the way she kicked him.
"Next time we'll get all undressed -- you, too," he said. "For now, we'll just fuck the way ya are. Okay?"
"Alvin, stop it!"
He threw himself on top of her, jamming his knees between her thighs, otherwise doing his best to keep her from moving around. His heavy cock poked into the side of her thigh as his head came down and began biting her right tit through the cloth of her dress and bra.
Bernadette tried wriggling free, but he held her tightly by the shoulders as he chewed on her nipple through the material. Then he released one shoulder and shoved a hand between her aching thighs, beginning to roughly massage her dry cunt-lips. He was hurting her and she wanted to scream, but she realized the family had tragedy enough, and if anyone found Alvin raping her, he'd be committed, which might mean another financial burden on Dave. And Dave was the kind of guy who would put the blame on her rather than on Alvin.
"Alvin," she pleaded, "don't do this! I'm your sister! You're hurting me. Do you want to go on hurting me?"
"Cool it, Bernie," he told her. "You're gonna love the old cock. You know it and I know it. So just relax and the whole thing'll go a lot easier."
She felt his fingers moving more smoothly around her cunt-lips now, and she shivered as she realized she was getting horny, not because of Alvin, but in spite of him. She was beginning to breathe heavily, and Alvin, who had seen his share of fuck movies, recognized its meaning.
"See, Bernie," he told her. "You're starting to like it. Oh, you wait'n see. You're gonna like it a lot."
She began turning and twisting, but her pussy was getting wetter and wetter, and she could see the crazy look in her brother's eyes. He had no intention of stopping until he got his rocks off.
Bernadette tried kicking at him, but he brushed her legs aside easily.
"Please, Alvin!" she begged, tears streaming from her eyes. "Oh, please don't do this!"
"Stop squealin' like a stuck pig," Alvin told her. "It ain't like I was gonna hurt you, Bernie. You been fucked before. You know what it's all about. I ain't gonna do nothin' different than what's already been done. And ain't it better you fuckin' with me, a brother you love, than with some strange guy who could give ya a dose of clap?"
His fingers continued rubbing her pussy, touching the bead of her growing clit. His fingers moved all the faster now, and soon he could fit one, then two, and finally three fingers into her sopping gash. He knew he had a big cock. He'd seen the sizes of so many others, especially in school in the boys' shower room. He knew his cock was exceptionally large, and his slow-witted mind still had enough sense to realize he didn't want to hurt his sister. So before shoving his oversized cock into her pussy, he wanted to make sure her cunt was wide open and soaking wet so his prong could simply slide right on in her hole.
As it was, he could feel the tension slowly going out of her thighs as she stopped fighting. Little by little she allowed him to push her thighs farther and farther apart as he rubbed her juicy pink cunt-flesh with his fingers.
"Alvin, don't," she went on, but her voice had lost all conviction. His fingers had her in heat, and she was bouncing her ass on the bed in rhythm to the way his fingers moved, soft sucking sounds coming from within her drooling cunt-hole.
Alvin ignored her words as he began rubbing her swollen clit between his thumb and forefinger, feeling the pearl of flesh swell even more. His fingers squeezed the clit strongly, and Bernadette gasped and jumped as she realized she was beyond control now. She was heated to the point of no return. She began trembling even more, in response to the way he was touching and fingering her twat. Wild thrills began shooting like lightning through her pussy, and Bernadette realized Alvin was making her feel things only her father had been able to make her feel. The few boys she'd let touch her pussy hadn't been able to stimulate her at all.
It was because Alvin was her brother. Ugly and simple-minded as he was, they were of the same flesh, and the thought was arousing to her. She began bouncing her butt on the bed wildly.
"That's it, Bernie," Alvin whispered, delighted at the response he was getting. "Thatta girl. I knew you'd love fuckin' me. We're gonna have us a lotta good times together, you wait'n see. God! Look it the way your ass is bouncin' and see how your cunt's juicin' already. Listen to how my fingers're squeakin' in and outta your pussy. Here, I'll make things easier. I'll shove this here pillow under your ass."
Now he took his fingers from inside her sopping slit and began inching his cock forward, pushing the big prick-head against her slick, slithery gash.
When she felt Alvin's thick knob pressing into her cunt-lips, Bernadette began writhing again. Her body was in heat, but her mind was still fighting, and she cried, "Alvin, you'll rip me apart with that monstrous cock of yours!"
"Cool it, Bernie. You're gonna love it."
"Alvin, this is rape! Don't do this!"
"It's only rape if ya fight me. Stay cool, Bernie. Enjoy it. Hell, you know you wanna get fucked. You're dyin' for a cock. Jesus! I mean Pa might be dead, but you ain't. Your twat's just dyin' for a good piece of prick. You know you want it."
He spread her sopping pussy-lips with his fingers and moved the pulsing tip of his heavy cock to her wet, coral cunt-mouth.
"My God! No, no, no, no! Alvin, don't!" she screamed, now hysterical.
His thick, weighty meat began sliding forward, and he shoved a good three inches of prick into her steaming fuck-slot. It seemed to scorch Bernadette every bit of the way into her sopping cunt. His cock was even thicker than her dead father's, and she whined in pain as the big dong seemed to tear her cunt open. She writhed in what appeared to be constant torment as he worked the heavy rod around and around inside her flaming pussy-hole. The pain was swiftly fading, being replaced by the wonderful sensation of cock-in-cunt when he shot another three inches of cock into her tender cunt. She bounced madly, he stuffed his last few inches of his tool into her fuck-hole, ramming the elastic head of his knob against the end of her cunt. Bernadette almost fainted from a combination of agony and delight.
Once his prick was securely lodged all the way in his sister's snatch, Alvin began sliding his heavy meat in and out of her tight, gripping pussy. Noisy sucking sounds escaped from the snug fit of his thick cock into her boiling cunt. But the more he worked the fuck-pole into her twat the faster the pain abated and the hornier she got. Alvin was a dummy in everything else, but when it came to fucking, virgin male though he had been, he seemed to have a natural aptitude, and little by little her butt began bouncing in time to the way her brother's thick meat was plunging into her cunt. Her fuck-tunnel began widening to hold his thick cock more easily, and now wild, shivering thrills began shooting through her in spasmodic bursts.
Her thighs opened all the more widely as she willingly accepted the full length of his prick, shuddering, sighing, and tingling with pleasure. The fucking was loosening the sash around her wrists.
"Alvin," she moaned, but this time her voice had a different sound to it. "Oh, Alvin, fuck me! Yes, yes, yes, do it, brother! Fuck me good! Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
"Oh, boy, I just knew you'd like it. I just knew it! I fuck great, don't I, Bernie?"
He crammed his heavy meat deeper into her slavering snatch, and her thighs wrapped tightly around his waist as she pumped her crotch up into his hard, hairy pelvis, sucking his thick meat into her voracious pussy, gobbling the swollen cock within her greedy, sucking cunt. Her wrists came free.
Alvin was feeling the air in his lungs turn to fire as his fingers squeezed her nipples through the dress and bra, his body shivering uncontrollably as he fucked into her twat again and again. Bernadette was tearing her fingernails through the flesh on his back, raking bloodlines from his neck to his waist, gasping as her body humped to match his mad, uncontrollable pace.
"Fuck me, fuck me, FUUUCCKK MEEEEE!!" she yelled, her body bouncing wildly, humping madly.
They became a turbulent, humping conglomeration of seething prick and wanton pussy jammed together in an insane, lascivious fight, tearing their mad, uncontrollable way to lustful satisfaction. They humped without thought to time, their bodies riding uncontrollably against one another.
Alvin's mouth clamped tightly against his sister's, and Bernadette found herself responding, kissing her slow-witted brother with as much fervor as he was kissing her. Her teeth clamped down on his tongue and almost tore it out of his mouth as she bit and chewed.
And then he came, unleashing his load into her clinging cunt as he rocketed toward the heavens in an uncontrollable, explosive orgasm. He unloaded a fantastic amount of heavy jizz into her anxious cunt, firing blast after blast of gummy spunk into her yearning pussy. He clung desperately to her as his balls emptied themselves into her twat, rocking madly back and forth as she tried to reach her own climax. But try as she might, it wouldn't come.
"Make me come!" she begged. "Make me come!"
"But I already came," he told her, slowly getting off her.
"Goddamn you!" she snarled. "You make me come, or I'll tell all the others how you raped me here today!"
"Whatcha want me to do?"
"Eat my cunt!"
"Yeah, but it's all fulla my wad."
"So what! It's yours, isn't it? Now get your mouth down there!"
Shrugging, Alvin lowered his head, bringing it closer to her sperm-filled snatch. He could see the white blobs inside her hot pussy, some of it seeping out, covering the pretty pink cunt-lips. He could feel the heat coming from inside her pussy, and the ripe fragrance of the mingled juices inside reached his nose. It was a strong, arousing odor, and Alvin was amazed as he felt his cock beginning to harden. Bits of white sperm dotted her dark muff as well, intensifying his hunger.
"Stop staring and get to work!" Bernadette snapped, arching her cunt in his direction, balancing herself on her heels and elbows.
Her sopping beaver washed his chin, and Alvin, unable to restrain himself in any way, opened his mouth wide and clamped his sucking mouth on the hairy slash. He began slurping his jizz out of her gash, using his tongue to make her cunt juice bubble violently. His hands were holding her ass, his fingers tightly squeezing the round globes, pressing her soggy pussy even harder against his mouth.
Bernadette went mad with delight. Her body fell back on the bed so she could hump her box higher, thrilling to the way he pressed his fat, inexperienced tongue far up into her cunt-hole. He ate her twat the way she would have sucked on a ripe, juicy plum, and a fresh flood of colorless pussy-cream began flowing out of her gash, soaking his lips, chin and cheeks. It had taken him almost no time at all to drain out his cum, and now he was sucking the sweet syrup manufactured by her blistering cunt. Bernadette heard him slurping and sucking strongly, his tongue continually thrusting in and out, in and out of her horny snatch.
"Lick my cunt, you bastard!" she wailed, unable to contain herself any longer. "Ooooooooh, son of a bitch, suck, suck, suck! Lap that little button... ahhhhhhh..."
Alvin stopped for a moment and came up for air. His face was completely smeared with her secretions, and he was panting, trying to take a few deep breaths.
Bernadette was hotter than hell. Her swollen, rigid clit felt like a tiny sausage ready to burst from its skin. It was bright-red, and flooded with hot blood, and when his face came down and his tongue pressed against the quivering bud, she fairly shrieked her delight. Her head spun from side to side on the pillow, her black hair flying.
She could feel Alvin's tongue lapping faster and faster, like a thirsty hound drinking water, and she bounced and shuddered as she strained toward her orgasm. Her thighs had tightened strongly around his head as her hands pulled his hair, tugging his face ever deeper into her inflamed gash. Her seething pussy humped against his working mouth in desperation as she felt that wonderful feeling begin to build up again inside her. She was shivering and sucking in air loudly as the sensation built higher and higher inside her. And then she was there, ramming her flaming pussy hard against his hungering mouth, squirting jet after jet of pussy-cream into his face as she came madly.
Alvin, in heat again, in fact considerably hotter than before, felt her thighs tighten around his head until he thought the pressure would make his head crack. Still he slurped madly, feeling her bounce crazily on the bed, almost tearing his head from his shoulders.
Her thighs suddenly parted and she all but tore the hair from his head as she yanked him away from her oversensitive snatch. She shuddered and sighed, lying back, thinking it was over.
But it was not yet ended. Alvin needed more relief. Even as his sister lay back, his ponderous form covered her slender body and he guided his thick, heavy prick to the butterfly lips of her sweet pussy. This time the resistance was considerably less. Her cunt walls opened widely to welcome his burning tool.
This time he expected the fucking would last a little longer. He wanted to play with his sister's tits for a while, but she was still fully dressed, and dim-witted as he was, he knew he didn't dare risk tearing the clothing from her.
Bernadette's pussy was oversensitive, and yet she wanted more. Even as his cock filled the depths of her weeping snatch a second time, she realized she wanted to feel her brother's heavy pole reaming through her tight fuck-hole.
Alvin grabbed her ass-cheeks again, squeezing those luscious cheeks. His digging prick plunged ever deeper on every in stroke, forcing Bernadette to adjust to the solid, swift, ass-pounding beat of his screwing. Her blood-swollen nipples pushed against the material of her bra, rubbing back and forth against his bare chest as it pressed against her dress. Together they rocked from side-to-side in a wild embrace, rolling and struggling, but this time working toward a common goal.
Her father might have been more experienced, and he might have even fucked her better, but Bernadette couldn't recall when she'd ever been fucked with such energy before. She had no idea whether it was some innate ability of Alvin's, or if it was his youth. In any case, she was getting the wildest screwing of her life.
Even as she rocked her hips in rhythm to Alvin's hunching dong, Bernadette realized this would not be the end of it. At the moment she didn't want it to end, but once she regained her sanity, she would do her best to avoid Alvin. But even then she knew damn well there would be no way of avoiding Alvin. This was going to be the first in a series of many nights when her brother would be fucking her without letup.
Bernadette knew this incredible fuck couldn't go on much longer. She could feel his sunken shaft twitching violently inside her twat, building the feeling inside her cunt to a shimmering delightfulness, making her dangle on the edge of an erotic precipice. She could feel him trying to slow down his fuck-thrusts in the hope of holding off his impending orgasm, but it would have been easier to hold the wind in his hands. Bernadette's desire had built to a peak again, and she refused to slow her grinding hips. Her calves locked themselves behind his back for leverage as her pussy muscles proceeded to squeeze his cock.
Her second climax suddenly came sweeping down on her, and her heels kicked his back as her arms clutched his weighty body to her. Even as she soared to the heights of orgasmic delight, she felt his wild thrusts become even stronger. He plunged ever-more-maddeningly into her cock-crushing hole, and then his immense body stiffened on top of hers and began jerking and twisting violently about as his whole being concentrated itself in the steaming, piston of his thrusting cock. He plunged in and out of her with ever-greater speed, and new climaxes built themselves on old, fading ones, as she bounced wildly, shrieking out her insane pleasures, clutching him all the more tightly.
And then she felt another load of heavy, boiling sperm suddenly stream into her cunt as Alvin babbled incoherently. His jizz exploded into her again and again, and he kept prodding his meat into her cunt as his prick continued spurting. She rose to even higher peaks before his dick slowly shrank inside her snatch.
She fell back on the bed, exhausted, and Alvin fell on top of her. They lay that way for nearly an hour before she finally got up, slipped on new panties, and went about her household chores.
CHAPTER THREE
Had Alvin not tried to be an insatiable glutton, Bernadette might have adjusted to him. Moron though he was, his cock more than adequately replaced the one she'd lost when her father had died. Had he tried bothering her only once in a while, she might have gone along with him. But the very next day he tried the same thing, and Bernadette had to hold him off with a butcher knife from the kitchen.
"From now on," she told him, "we fuck when I feel like it, and not when you get the urge. I'll be damned if I'm going to let you wear me out at this stage in my life."
Bernadette did not withhold herself completely from her brother. Every once in a while, when the other members of the family weren't around and weren't likely to be around, she invited him up to her bedroom for a fuck, not because she liked him so much as because she was hot for cock, and she was fast finding out that only a family cock would suffice her.
One Saturday night, to be certain, she went out with Drew Starker, a tall, somewhat good-looking, albeit not-too-bright nineteen-year-old who lived next door. Drew had long brown hair, close-set eyes, flaring nostrils and high cheekbones. He had one of those naturally muscular bodies, and though he drank beer the way a fish drank water, it did nothing to his body.
His range of conversation was limited, but Bernadette had to admit he was a mental marvel compared to Alvin. He talked about his job in a fish market, and even discussed mutual acquaintances.
Bernadette let him do most of the talking, sitting on her side of the car, glad he was trying to concentrate on his driving rather than anything else. For all his lack of imagination, he wasn't a hophead. He didn't even puff pot.
He took her to a drive-in movie, bought her popcorn and an egg roll, and did nothing more than try holding her hand. She let him, feeling a little more comfortable after a while. At least he wasn't an animal.
After the movie they went to have some pizza. She became a little apprehensive when she saw him order a beer with the pizza, but he kept it down to one can. He tried convincing her to have a beer, as well, but Bernadette didn't like beer and declined.
Completely lacking in imagination, Drew drove back to his house (which was right next door to hers) and asked, "You wanna go home, or maybe you'd like to come to my house for a while?"
"I wouldn't want to waken anyone," she told him.
"I got a key to the back door. It goes right down to our room in the basement," he told her.
"And what happens once we're in the basement?" she inquired.
"Hey, stay cool, huh? I ain't gonna hurt you. You know that. I mean, we live right next door to each other. We have to go on livin' next door and talkin' to each other. Christ! I ain't gonna hurt ya."
She looked at him, at the dullness behind his eyes, and she smiled. Drew was no less masculine than any male she knew, but he wasn't the kind to force himself on a girl. What it all boiled down to was, did she want to fuck him or not? Compared to Alvin, Drew had a shining beacon for a personality. Physically, he was not only thinner than Alvin, but was even more slender than her late father, yet he bulged with muscles in spite of his slim suppleness.
She had no idea how many other girls he might have screwed. She didn't particularly care, though she did accept the fact that experience would have helped.
What the hell! It was just past midnight, she didn't feel the least bit sleepy, and it was time to pull away from Alvin. She couldn't go through the rest of her life having to depend on a dimwit for sex. Right now she was only nineteen. In a little while she would be out of high school. Eventually she would want to get married. God! How could she live with a husband whose cock didn't satisfy her? She had to start finding outside cocks sometime, in the hope of eventually discovering she was capable of an orgasm with someone other than an immediate family member.
"Let's go see your basement," she finally agreed, actually seeing the light flash in his eyes for a fraction of a second.
They got out of his car and he led her around to the rear of the house, careful to hold her hand so she wouldn't stumble in the dark. Once downstairs, he led her through the darkness to a small room to the right of the stairs. Once inside, he closed the door and turned on a light.
Bernadette could see the small window at the top of the wall. To the right was a small bookcase, on the left was a chest freezer, and across the far wall was a day bed with cushions on it. There was a small, old TV set to her immediate right.
"Wanna relax and watch a late movie while I dig up a beer?" he asked.
"No beer," she told him.
"Huh?"
"Let's not watch television, either. Let's just kind of relax and take it easy. Okay?"
"Yeah, well sure," he nodded as she sat on the day bed and patted the space next to her.
Drew sat next to her, and she could see he felt ill at ease. It occurred to her that Drew Starker was probably a male virgin. Well, hell! That was just her luck, wasn't it? The one man she'd really loved and adored, her father, had to go and get himself killed. Now in order to get a good prick she'd had to fuck her half-witted brother Alvin who, despite his natural ability, had also been an inexperienced virgin. Christ! Hers was a record to be envied by many a male. After all, here was another virgin whose masculine cherry was about to be popped.
She leaned against him a bit, feeling his arm, protectively support her as she rested her head on his shoulder. Her own hand came to rest gently on his knee, and she could feel his body quiver. His thigh tensed and his hand gripped her shoulder tightly.
She raised her head and looked into his face. In his youth he'd had considerable acne problems, which even now weren't completely gone. There were pitted marks in his face where the skin had been severely ravaged. Even so, this wouldn't have deterred from his good looks had he been more certain of himself. The vacuity in his eyes would always keep him from being strong. What a shame, because he was strong in every other way.
Her head raised itself a bit higher off his shoulder, and as he turned his face towards hers, she kissed him. It was a light, close-mouthed kiss, but it was enough to send tight convulsions traveling through him. She could feel his thigh tighten again as her fingers continued wandering a little higher.
His other hand came around and cupped the back of her head as he kissed her again, stronger, more savagely, with a certain primitive force. Like Alvin, Drew had a natural aptitude for sex. Like Alvin, he had never fucked prior to knowing her. There was so much he hungered for, yet he was shy and afraid.
Bernadette wanted to feel something with him. God! She wanted to feel something very much. She had to break the hold of Alvin's thick cock. It wasn't merely the immorality of Alvin being her brother. That was something she might have become accustomed to. But the idea of spending her life fucking a moron, with no hope of ever having a husband and family of her own was too horrible to contemplate, even at the age of nineteen.
Damn! She had to get her cunt used to different, outside cocks. Her father had spoiled her, though he'd tried hard to avoid it, and Alvin had pushed her deeper into the quagmire of incest, taking such complete control of her body when they did fuck, she loved every last little bit of it.
Bernadette's other hand followed the example of Drew's, and while he held her head, she cupped the back of his neck, pressing her lips softly to his, parting her mouth to admit his savagely plunging tongue.
Bernadette's hand began moving higher, pressing against Drew's inner thigh. For a few moments he was so engrossed in the tongue duel, he didn't realize his thighs were pressing tightly together, preventing her fingers from reaching into his crotch. But when he shifted to pull her a little closer to him, his thighs opened and he felt the warmth of her hand as it cupped his heavy balls. The heel of her palm was rubbing the head of his cock through the material, and he began humping his body wildly up and down. His own hand slid under her mini-dress, and he shuddered when he felt her warm, soft thighs part, giving his fingers access to her soaked panty-crotch.
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Well it was in my cousins house. One day she started talking sex with me in her room. I noticed my dick was getting larger and larger. Her curves were as sexy as ever. She said “My pussies getting wet” and she took off her top, her breasts dancin
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My wife Shere and I had just recently moved from the city to a rural area, out in the country you might say. We had grown tired of the noise, smog, and fast pace that come with living in "the center of things." Our new home was quite a long way from
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It was late on a Tuesday when I logged onto my Plentyoffish account for the last time. I started dating online for many reasons, but mostly because I had tired of the girls in this college town and I longed to meet a woman with whom I could really co
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Patsy Sloane caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Excitement
flashed back from her pretty reflection. She was fifteen, blonde, with
wide innocent blue eyes and big overripe tits that made all the boys in
school drool.
She paced the small room,
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