F Hemmingway - A family saga Volume Two

In the midst of her shame, the unwanted sensations of forbidden pleasure began to surge through her whole body from the insane, animalistic stimulation of her moist, trembling cuntal slit. Desperately, she tried to keep her mind from acknowledging the wild, sensual twinges of sexual need that stabbed, tantalizingly, through her, searing her loins with lightning flashes of ecstasy and subverting her body to his lewdly salacious will. And… in spite of all, her traitorous body demanded its own way… and won!

Then, she was aware that Gabe's eyes were watching her, peeping gleefully up over the softly curling hair of her pubic triangle. His eyes studied her facial reactions up through her breasts, while his mouth and tongue slaved there, below, in the widespread cuntal passage between her legs. His mouth made obscenely moist sucking sounds, and she knew, in a sudden flash of insight, that he was watching… and waiting… for her final, unconditional surrender to his lewdly sucking mouth.

I–I won't let him… I–I can't g-give in t-to him…! But those feelings… down there… between my legs! OOooh! His tongue's so wild… it's driving me crazy!

Gabe's eyes stared bug-like up over her genital mound, observing every expression on her lovely, passion-contorted face, his tongue thrusting into her, unceasingly, racing in and out of her now wild, scorchingly hot vaginal passage. Tears rolled from her eyes, again, as he watched with sadistic pleasure. He knew it would be soon, the space of a few moments, until her already squirming body would lose the battle against him… and also with her own proud little mind.

You're going to go all the way, baby doll. You'll be all mine… to do anything with… anything I want…!

Suddenly, he shifted his mouth upward, his lips probing, until he found the erectile, pulsing shaft of the miniature phallus, her throbbing clitoris. He heard her mewling whimper of agonized ecstasy as he took the tiny, quivering bud between his teeth, gently; then, holding it firmly, he ran his agile tongue in tiny teasing circles around it, finally, coming to the sensitive head where he licked and sucked without mercy.

He was gratified, as almost instantly, he felt the involuntary undulation of her loins grinding up at him in uncontrollable, rhythmic counterpoint to his obscenely licking tongue. Her head began to flail, tossing her auburn locks to and fro, the sensations generated in her seething little pussy so intense that she could only agonize; then, he heard new moans of pleasure, interspersed with whimpers of helplessness, emitting from deep in her chest.

This is it!

Reaching under her, he pulled her legs up, sliding his arms under them, until her knees were hanging up on his shoulders, her shapely calves draping down across his back and his hands slid in under the quivering, full-rounded orbs of her buttocks to cup them up, cruelly, tight against his maddeningly swirling tongue.

Charity's cries of involuntary pleasure resounded in the bedroom as he shoved his long, moist tongue deeper into the searing, coral depths of her wildly pulsating cunt. With trembling hands, she reached downwards to him, the desperate battle raging within herself lost, now, her fingers entangling themselves in his hair to pull his face tighter into her steaming loins.

He had won! She was his! Now, he was absolute master of the situation! He could do anything he pleased with her, and he chuckled his victory aloud. Christ! This'll be one fuck she'll remember… all her life!

Yet, again, Charity's body had betrayed her. He was in complete command, now, and she could only obey, instinctively, the demands her loins made on her. Her buttocks squirmed and undulated, moving in circles upward to his plunging lingual member as she pulled his mouth close into her. Lightning played across her belly when she felt his warm, moist tongue nick down, suddenly, to taunt the hidden, tiny, brown ring of her anus.

Her scream died in her throat. She wanted to scream, but it was changed, at the last instant, into a moan of helpless, sensual pleasure as his hot, wet tongue played at the nerve-charged opening. For him, it was only a momentary detour from his main goal, for in the next few moments, his long, agile tongue was laboring again in the tender flesh of her now, more-than-ready cunt.

Then… she cried out, the sound of her voice unnaturally loud to her, it seemed, the moaning cry coming from deep in her tortured soul. The decision had been made for her. She couldn't resist any longer. It was pointless to do so… because now, she wanted it… needed it… more than anything else in the world.

"Gabe! Oh, Gabe… Ooooooooooh! Ooooh, God! GAAaaaabbbbe!" she groaned in helpless ecstasy, her head flailing from side to side.

He could hardly contain his elation. In a few moments he was going to get what he had waited so long for from his hot little stepdaughter, and it was hard to believe that it was really happening to him. Damn! He was going to cram his big, aching cock into her tight, young cunt… and fuck her silly. He could feel the load of cum building in his balls… and, now, he could hardly wait to get it into her cute little pussy.

Jerking his head free of her insistent, hair-entangling hands, he raised up to look at her, leeringly.

"You're getting hot, now… almost ready to fuck! That tight, little cunt of yours is really asking for it!" he rasped.

Charity lay trembling, unable to move away from him; it was almost as though she didn't want to move, now that the moment she dreaded had arrived. Then, she knew! She had to have it… now! Her whole world centered in her throbbing loins.

Magnetically, her eyes were drawn to and locked on his long, massive, pulsing cock, and she knew she had to have it inside her, racing in and out of her hotly quivering vaginal passage. She had to have it or she would go insane. Even the great pain she knew it would cause her, as it forced its way into her tight little pussy — that had only been stretched by boys before, would be welcome. Anything would be better than hanging on the brink in unsatisfied limbo of full arousal. God! Why doesn't h-he just p-put it in… a-and fuck m-me?

Gabe was over her, on his hands and knees, now. His face was contorted into a sadistic leer, as he ordered, "All right, Charity, baby… take my cock in your hand and guide it into that hot, little cunt of yours!"

This was the moment!

Her brain spun, turning flip-flops inside her skull. She froze. God! She couldn't do it!

"NOOooo! Oh, no! D-Don't make m-me do th-that… too…!"

"Put it in, bitch!" he snarled.

Forced, against her will, helplessly, she reached out, sliding her tiny hand down over her flat belly, between them, her fingers reaching for his monstrous, hardened rod of blood-engorged flesh, and her hand stopped short, an inch away; somehow, she couldn't bring herself to this final act of degradation. She groaned aloud, "Noo…!"

"Do it… bitch… or so help me… I'll…!" He didn't finish. He dropped his head, suddenly, and took a pink, spiky nipple into his mouth… and bit down on it, salty blood flowing warmly into his mouth from the slight wound.

"Ooooooooooh!" she wailed, her hand, instantly, reaching the final inch, her tiny fingers encircling his thick, lust-inflated prick to feel for the first time the true enormity of its massiveness. He had made his point, painfully… and she had to act.

Gabe raised his head to glare at her. "That's more like it! Now, let's go… all the way, baby doll!"

Working the bulbous head up and down between her open thighs to part the sparsely hairlined lips of her trembling, moistly ready cunt, she placed the tip of it at the mouth of the tiny, fearfully pulsating channel. She reeled, almost in shock, with both fear… and anticipation.