Paula Cash - Closet Queen

"Great,” said Abby, without enthusiasm. "Maybe you'd better wait a while, though before all that commitment.”

"Nonsense. You showed us both how it was. How important we are to each other, John and I.”

"Today's love is tomorrow's forgotten greeting card," said Abby, rather cynically, Cheryl thought.

Cheryl caught on that Sunday afternoon. The girls had had no sex, though Abby got increasingly seductive towards her. Abby could only seduce passively-she could not initiate. That afternoon Abby moved about Cheryl's room naked, almost wanton, as the two girls tried on clothes. At one point Cheryl found herself staring at Abby's ass and thinking about what had happened between Abby and her father.

Abby's ass was truly great. She was a bit more voluptuous than Cheryl. in that department. Her hips and pelvic cage were wider than Cheryl's, yet gracefully curved. Her buttocks were perfect half moons, lush, springy, yet firm. The creases under each cheek made perfect smiles and her crack was pencil slim. Her two dimples above each buttock looked very erotic and the creamy flesh moved with a jiggle that was still taut.

She wants to have me, so I won't complain if she moves on to John for an assfuck, Cheryl suddenly-realized with alarm. Her backside leech is raging again. After that she felt a little sick and very-excited.

Evening. Abby had gone to her room early, complaining that she thought her period was coming, A perfect excuse to seek anal sex, thought Cheryl. After dinner, while John puttered about in his bedroom, Cheryl put on her sheerest panties. They were hardly more than a film of delicate cloth, revealing her blonde cunt hairs and, in the back, her own firm mounds and bold buttocks. Standing backwards to her mirror, Cheryl peered' over her shoulder as she tensed and swayed her bottom. Not wider than Abby's but deeper, more sexy, she thought. She felt a tingle in her cunt and kneaded her naked breasts until she moaned. Her cunt began to wet, and her breath became shorter. She threw on a robe and went otherwise naked, except for her panties, to her father's bedroom.

John had on only his shorts. There was nothing planned for the evening and he was about to take a leisurely shower. He stared at her in surprise.

"I think the time is now," she said in a low tense voice, eyes downcast.

"Cheryl, I-I don't understand.”

But of course he did. It had been destined from the first that he would someday ravage his daughter's asshole. In the beginning his interest in anal penetration might have been a mask over-and a diversion from-the worse perversion of incest. Yet the anal leech excited him and it was not to be put aside.

Cheryl let the robe fall from her body and lifted her arms so that he could see her frontal charms. Then she turned, slowly, deliberately to expose her luscious, deep-cheeked rear. She held that position.

She heard his voice. "I-I couldn't, Cher.”

Cheryl also detected the thickness and knew even with her back to him that his cock had begun to rise in his shorts.

"Abby's here. Abby also has anal attitudes. To protect me, you'd do her, all the time wanting the-ultimate-from me.”

She put her hands on the low bureau and bent over slightly.

"Oh… my God," he went.

"I have three passages that will admit a prick," she said evenly. "You've only known two.”

Her voice might be calm, but she wasn't. Her heart thudded in her chest. She was scared, and was also highly excited. None of the boys she'd had sex with had been interested in back-door banging.

He came up behind her. He ran his hands down her smooth, young body from the front, over her hard nipples, making her gasp a little. He felt the front of her thighs, gently rubbing her cunt in the sheer panties.

"Oh, baby, you are so built!" he enthused. She knew he was naked now and hard. His prick gently touched her back, higher up.

She knew she could still turn it into normal sex, or even oral. That would be safe. Anal penetration was a tremendous risk. If she couldn't handle it, there'd be a gulf between them, no matter how hard he tried to give it up. Sexual desires prevailed against all attempts to control.

"You want to fuck my a-a-ass," she said, her voice breaking a little. "I want you to do it. You have to do it, sooner or later.”

"Oh, Cheryl!”

He hugged her from behind, honoring her courage. She felt only the size and rigidity of his cock. It was going to be sheer murder. He breathed deeply as he played with her buttocks, kneading the firm flesh and working them, enjoying the warm fullness under the skimpy panties. Fingers pressed into her crack. Fingers dug into her seam and felt her pucker. She had to jump as the protective nerves, alerted to what was about to happen, gave supersensitive responses.

He was into it now, and already it was too late to turn back. He ran his stiff cock between her deep buttocks and murmured in his joy.

"Gorgeous ass. Breath-taking.”

He slipped her panties down. His hands trembled. He sounded in awe as he stared at her naked behind.

"Oh, Cheryllll.”

She heard the slight, greasy sound as he prepared his cock with Vaseline from the dresser. He put a gob on her opening; it felt cold. Then his cock head nudged her ass-pucker. She was seconds away from anal violation. She wanted to scream in fear and she wanted him to drive it into her, as her lust rose.

He reached over her hip and began to frig her cunt, preparing her. There was no sound in the room but the slight slogging swish of his finger on her clit. Her cunt oils rose freely and she felt deep belly rushes of delight clear down into her legs. Her whole body ached with apprehension, facing this fearful form of sex. Her teeth chattered a little, while she had a hard time swallowing. It was the most vulgar use of a woman's body by a prick that she could imagine. Yet she was excited and would not stop if it killed her. She was his daughter-maybe she, too, had an anal side to her.

Then he bent her down and gently opened her buttocks. She began to feel the fierce pressure of his hungry cock head on her sealed sphincter. She tried to command it to open, to ease his entrance. Instead, another part of her ordered it to lock tighter. She did not want that pink, tender gut opened to the outside world, to cock.

She had though he would stretch her asshole first with his fingers. She quickly realized she'd underestimated his lust for pure ass. His hands tightened on the front of her thighs. Held in a vise, she could not move as he bunted her asshole with his cock, warming the Vaseline, driving it inward. The pain grew and grew and grew.

"Ah-haaaa," she wailed as the cock head slowly opened her thick ass muscle. It felt like his cock was six inches thick and she couldn't possibly stretch wide enough. He grunted in rising animal passion and drove harder. She screamed as both of them felt the dominating cock sliiiiiide heavily through the muscle tissue. It was worse than losing her maidenhead. She went faint and dizzy with the pain of it and the ugly feeling of an unwelcome intruder into this most private and secret recess of her body.

"Ah, ah, ah," she went.

She jerked now as the implacable prick bit into her soft flesh, fully breaking her seal and invading tender parts.

"S-s-steady, baby.”

He was into the red haze of his animal lust. Ass fucking for him was a more serious, dangerous form of sex, exposing his cock to an unhealthy condition, yet winning rewards in the soft, yet less yielding tunnel not made for cock. The pressure of her sphincter as he passed through it was exquisite, an incredible tightness offering tough resistance, arid yet finally to be conquered. Every cornhole was a virgin fuck against that resistance. Her tunnel walls gripped his cock tightly and he thrilled and dry-throbbed at the intense pressure, like fucking soft, wet velvet.