Chapter 11
Charles Martin was upset Ever since that night when Paulette-or someone he thought was Paulette-had sneaked into his room and fucked him, he had been wondering to himself. When the girl had left, he was not sure who it was. Certain things about her had reminded him of his daughter. And now, as the days had passed and he had seen Anne, talked with her, noted the way that she spoke with him, flirted shamelessly with him, he was positive that it was his daughter whom he had fucked.
What upset him was that he didn't know what to do. What upset him even more was that he felt no guilt, no remorse, and he actually found himself desiring her trim young body again.
He poured himself another drink, then shook his head, trying to knock those thoughts loose from his brain. But still they kept returning. He could feel her soft pussy sucking at his cock while he pumped away in her. And the thought turned him on.
What was he saying? This was his own daughter he was lusting after. Not some stranger. But how could he be sure? Maybe it really was the maid he had fucked after all.
He tossed off the drink, and just then Anne walked into the room. The den was separated from the rest of the house, and Charles used it mostly for work he brought home from the office. Anne seldom entered, and since there was only one door, she must have purposefully come in after him.
"Hello, Daddy," she said innocently. She was wearing a halter top and a pair of shorts. Charles admired his daughter's curvaceous young figure.
Charles pulled his eyes away from her breasts and the spot between her legs before saying hello to the girl. She bounced around the room, flitting from bookcase to desk, to chair, letting her clothing fall loose and not trying to hide her obvious charms. Finally Charles couldn't stand it any longer. He walked over to his daughter and looked her straight in the eyes. "Anne," he began, clearing his throat. "Did you come in my room the other night-last Tuesday to be exact?" He stammered out the rest, trying to be delicate so as not to shock his daughter if it had not been her, but forceful enough to get the truth from her if his worst fears were realized. When he had finished, there was silence in the room for several seconds.
Finally Anne spoke up. "Yes, Daddy, that was me. Didn't you like it?" She moved in closer to him so that her breasts were almost touching against his chest. He could smell her sweet fragrance, and the odor almost drove him to attack her right there.
"That's not the point," he answered, trying to be honest with her.
"But you did like it, didn't you? Well I did too. I love you, Daddy. Really love you. Like a woman. And I want to feel your hardness in me again." And she reached down and stroked him through the material covering the growing bulge in his pants.
He roughly pushed her hand away. "Don't," he said, "please don't." He pleaded with her the way a child would. Wanting her to stop, but not wanting it really.
She paid him no heed and continued to stroke his organ. She moved in closer to him and tried to cover his mouth with hers. The man pushed her away from him, then struck out at her. He was panting hard now, and little beads of sweat were breaking out on his forehead. Slowly he watched as the girl stepped out of her clothing. She stood there naked in front of him. "Take me, Daddy," she said, "Make love to your darling little daughter."
Charles couldn't put up with this. His Annie was trying to seduce him. It just couldn't be happening. He tried to think back. Where had he gone wrong? How had he failed in raising her that she would be doing this? Perhaps he had not punished her enough as a child. What do they say about "Spare the rod...." That must be it. Well, he thought, no time like the present to begin.
"Anne," he told her, "I'm afraid that what you've done was wrong and you will have to be made to accept the consequences of your actions." He was trying to be logical, but all this time his cock was jumping and jerking inside his pants.
He walked over to the girl, took her by the arm, and led her to a chair. He unbuckled his belt and pulled it off his trousers. Then he sat down and took her over his knees before applying the proper punishment. He slapped her with the leather, easy at first, but then harder. The girl didn't cry out, but red swell marks appeared on her ass where the man touched her with the belt.
And then he stopped. Anne was bracing herself for another blow, but it never came. She looked up at her father, to see him hunched over and silently sobbing to himself. The drink was getting to him now. "What have I done?" he cried out, touching the welts that were rising on the girl's young, soft ass. He touched them, letting his hand explore all over her tender buttock area, not just the spots that were bruised. Anne arched her back and his hand was down by her pussy. "Here," he said innocently, "let me kiss them and make them better." And he bent down and kissed the white skin of her ass cheeks.
Anne slowly turned so that she was lying on her back. Her father continued to lick her, working on her flesh with his tongue and lips. She wasn't sure that this was real, but perhaps he needed this to get over his own feeling of guilt. If this act was enough to do that; she would go along.
Slowly the girl began to remove her father's clothing. He didn't resist but moved his arms and legs to assist her. Then they were both nude, and Anne guided him over to the couch, where they lay down.
She began by kissing him, and he responded wetly and deeply. His tongue probed her mouth and met hers, rubbing against it and sending shivers through her body. Then he began to kiss her all over, her tits, her stomach, and finally down lower to her cunt.
Anne shifted her body before her father began to work on her pussy. They were in the sixty-nine position now, on their sides. His long, plump cock stood straight out from his body, just a few inches from her face. Without thinking about it, she opened her mouth and let her lips slide down over the head of her father's cock. It seemed so long that she knew that there was no way she would get it all into her mouth, but she was determined to try.
She slowly let the hard, hot piece of meat slide into her mouth, working her head around the head of it, taking in more and more of it. When the head was all the way at the back of her throat, she felt him stiffen, and his hands came over to the back of her head and pressed her forward on his prick. She relaxed the muscles at the back of her throat as much as she could, then let him push, feeling his cock slide deep into her throat, all the way, until her lips were brushing against the ring of hair at the base of his penis. Anne sucked in her cheeks, rubbing them against the sides of his cock, feeling the bumps and ridges, loving it, loving the sensations, especially knowing that this was her-father's organ that she was sucking. She loved the smell and the taste, and she especially loved what her daddy was doing with his tongue down between her legs. Shooting in and out, sucking on her, both of them moaning and quivering, shaking and twisting, as they both reached for the ultimate peak.
She was busy sliding her lips up and down on his long prick, taking her mouth all the way out to the head, biting a little at the ridge behind it, then sliding her lips back down over it again until his hot cock was all the way back, buried once again deep in her throat. She moaned when this happened, licking at the thing in her mouth, making it wet and feeling it begin to throb under her constant attentions. This must have turned on her father even more, because suddenly he was pressing even further and harder against her cunt, his tongue shooting in and out so fast that she thought it was going to catch on fire from the friction. She continued her up-and-down motion on his cock while he gave her pussy a good tongue-lashing. Then suddenly his hips started to jerk up wards, jamming his cock into her mouth and throat so hard that for a moment she thought she was going to gag.
He was going to come, she knew it, and she so much wanted his hot sperm in her pussy. Carefully she withdrew her head from the wildly bucking hips. Her father's cock stood straight up in the air, and she grabbed it with one hand. Propelling him by it, she made him roll over onto his back, and then straddled his body. She raised one leg and positioned herself right over the throbbing, pounding organ. She pushed the head of his prick against the entrance to her little pussy, then sat straight down on his hardness.
In a moment, he was buried deep inside her. His rod was engorged now, pressing at the walls of her pussy, stretching them like she had never felt before. It was good, and she knew that she could not sustain this level of excitement for either one of them too much longer. She began to ride his pole, bouncing up and down, feeling his cockhead pressing deep against her womb as it had pressed against her throat. Her clit was enlarged and swollen, and his hard cock rubbed against it as it made its way in and out of her pussy. Suddenly, that long, hard, hot piece of meat was jumping and pounding and jerking inside her pussy, pouring a boiling-hot flood of come into her womb in long, hard spurts that seemed to hose down the inner walls of her cunt. She heard herself growl, almost like a cat, as her hole began to clutch at his organ, grasping it, sucking it, trying to take it all in. And then she was coming herself. Her whole body seemed to be on fire, burning like someone was running a torch over her skin. Her muscles tightened and knotted as she ground down on his cock, trying to force more and more of his burning fluid from the tip. Her orgasm seemed to go on and on, getting stronger with each passing second. Then, after what seemed like hours, it was over. She collapsed in exhaustion on her father, letting her lips find, then explore his mouth. She lay there in his arms for what seemed like an eternity, unable to move. Then she looked up into the man's face.
"Daddy," she said, wanting to know if he would acknowledge her this time without having to play his silly game.
"Yes, my daughter. I know it's you. And I know, now, that you are also a real woman." And he leaned down to kiss her like a real man.
Gary Martin had seen his sister Anne heading off for their father's den and he knew what was going to happen. His own cock was swollen and hard, and he needed a pussy to shove it in. Paulette was gone for the day on errands, and Anne was after Dad. There was no one left to fuck ... except Cindy, the chauffeur's. fifteen-year-old daughter. And with that thought in mind, he headed toward their apartment over the garage.
"Hi, Cindy," he said, looking around to make sure that her father wasn't there. "Long time no see." The girl smiled and asked him in. They talked for a while about how things were going for the girl. Cindy was flattered that Gary would even bother to notice her, since he had considered her "too young" in the past few years. But now, looking at her ripe, fully-developed body, the boy thought that she certainly had grown.
"Hey," he said suddenly, "I've got an idea. Remember how we used to play as kids on hot summer days like this? Well, let's have one of those games again." She knew what he meant. It was an innocent child's game, combined with a way to beat the heat, and usually wound up with both of them nude. But now she was not so sure. Still, he was almost like a brother to her. Surely he meant her no harm. And so she agreed.
The game was a variation on Strip Poker and Twenty Questions. They would take turns asking each other questions. If the answer were right, the questioner had to take off an article of clothing. If wrong, the answerer had to remove something. They played for several rounds and soon both were naked. Then Gary had one more idea.
"I'll ask you a question and whoever wins gets a massage from the other person. Okay?" Cindy agreed, was asked an easy question, and lay down on the bed to claim her prize.
Gary was breathing short, shallow gasps now as his hands began to move over her lovely body. A sudden shock wave coursed through him at the first touch of her skin. But then he controlled himself as he massaged and kneaded her flesh in between his fingers. Little by little the girl began to relax.
Gary was bolder now. She had been lying on her stomach and he had rubbed her back and buttocks. Now he turned her over and her large breasts fell into view. He pressed against the skin of her abdomen, then moved in ever-widening circles until he had begun to touch her on her breasts. The girl tensed and Gary backed off, until she was relaxed once again. Then he tried once more and this time the young female beneath him let him go on.
She was trusting him more now, but also, she could feel her cunt becoming damper. The touch of his fingers on her skin was turning her on. He continued to work on the soft mounds, then slid his hands to the stiff and turgid nipples. He palmed them before taking them in between his fingers and rolling the stiff flesh around, cupping the magnificent flesh in his hands, making her sigh and breathe deeply. She felt now that she could not resist him. She was his to do with as he wished. Cindy had always had a crush on Gary, from the time they were youngsters together, and in a way, this was fulfilling a dream she had long had. Suddenly the boy lowered his head to her taut nipples and sucked one inside his mouth. He bit gently on it, then kissed it. And the combination of pleasure and pain made the girl thrash about on the bed.
Opening his mouth wide, Gary sucked in more of that lovely tittie. Meanwhile, he cupped the breast with his hands, pressing and squeezing the flesh. His tongue worked to coat the white skin with a glistening bath of saliva. Then, when she thought she could stand it no more, he moved abruptly to the other tit, licking its cap, sucking the skin inside his mouth, kneading the flesh.
He boldly moved his hand down her body, over her abdomen, and onto her furry pubic region. He cupped it in his palm before, carefully, slowly hooking a finger under the soft pink lips. "Oooooohhhhh," she cried out. She was his now. No longer was there any doubt. He had only to try and he could do anything with her body. He inserted a linger into her dripping pussy and gently rubbed it back and forth across the clitoris.
Cindy was rolling her head back and forth across the pillows now. Her body trembled under his nimble strokes. She felt that she was on fire. His fingers left little flames wherever they touched her. Involuntarily she spread her legs, begging to fill her with his maleness, to make her a woman.
Gary knew that she was still a virgin, and he continued to use his hand to prepare her pussy for his cock. When it was good and ready, wet and dripping with her cunt juices, enough to lubricate the passage for even his huge organ, he climbed onto the bed.
He knelt between her legs. His prick bobbed straight up in the air, long and hard, with tiny bluish veins popping out of its surface. Cindy knew what he was going to do with it, and she longed for it to happen soon. She wanted to become an adult. Tomorrow she would no longer be a child. He moved his cock towards her. The smooth head slid against her thigh as he inched his way up towards her untouched slit. Soon he would be entering her. Soon he would crush her virginity with his hard prick. The tip had already passed the puckered opening of her pussy, titillating the inner walls with its fullness. Cindy opened her legs as wide as they would go, and she arched her hips, trying to help him get inside of her quickly. He moved forward, filling her virginal channel with his wide prick. It moved along deeper and deeper, and then with one sudden lunge, the boy had broken past her maidenhead. The pain was startling, but soon gave way to a curious sort of feel in her belly. "Yeessss," she cried out, as he began to move in her, pulling his cock back, then pushing it in again. He moved slowly, taking only short strokes, letting her get used to his organ. She was taking it all, though, and soon he began to move more rapidly, plunging deeply into her channel, letting his cock be swallowed by her grasping, clasping cunt lips. Her hips moved instinctively, meeting his rhythm, taking his thrusts. She clamped her legs about him and held his face to her with her arms. They rode on and on like this for a long time, and only after he was certain that the girl had begun exploding in her first-fuck orgasm, did the boy shoot his wad deep into her pussy.
Later that night, Gary lay in his room, thinking. His mind kept coming back to one thought. The only female in the entire household he had not yet fucked was his mother.