Claire Adrian - Incest, A Way Of Life

"Quickly he crawled between my thighs, all the while staring at my young body.

"'Daddy,' I smirked, 'isn't this "immoral"? I mean for a father to fuck his daughter? And what are you staring at?'

"Not a blemish,' he whispered, as if talking to himself. 'So white, so very lovely.'

"I opened my thighs wider, making an attempt to keep my own body from shivering. I was suddenly very excited, almost desperate for his prick, my reasoning being that if my brother could give me a wild screwing, what could an experienced fucker like my father do for me? I was more than a little anxious to find out.

"'Put a pillow under your butt, Gwennie,' dad said. ‘I'll be able to give you a better riding that way-and I don't need to ask you if you've ever had a peter before. I suppose you and Ron did more than fuck each other in the butt!'

"After I placed a pillow under my loins, dad began teasing my pussy lips with the head of his dick, moving it just within the folds of moist flesh, sort of rotating it, then rubbing it freely down against that little strip of no-man's-land between my cunt and butthole.

"'Quit playing around, daddy,' I said, annoyed, holding open my arms for him. 'Shove it in me and let's get going.'

'He glanced at me, a worried look on his face. 'You sure you can take it all?' he asked.

"'I know I can,' I said, my voice desperate. 'Just push it in and start riding me!'

"Trembling, dad eased his wet knob forward, slowly inserting it into my hot little fuck box, never hurrying, giving my lust plenty of time to lubricate the cockpit with the necessary seminal juices. I looked down between my legs and saw that his rigid cock was half buried in the thatch of hair crowning the center of my crotch, the boring head tempting my desire and drawing waves of wantonness from me. Then, as if testing my appetite, he withdrew completely, so that the head was barely touching my cunt. Agitated from the frustration of sexual need, I threw my legs around him, almost savagely, the heels of my feet digging into his ass, and attempted to pull him forward so that his cock would spear my greedy cunt. Dad must have realized that he had teased me beyond the point of no return, for he permitted the pressure of my legs to draw him into me. At first the head entered, rather slowly, and then, as he assisted my thrust, he moved into my cunt with such rapidity that our pelvic bones crashed together, our pubic regions became one vast hairy jungle.

"'UHhhhh!' I gasped from the swiftness of his entry. How good my dad's prick felt! Even ten times better after he began to fuck me. It was then that I found out the difference between "boy" fucking and "man" fucking. Whereas my brother had merely raced his dick in and out of me, straight up and down you might say, Dad used a much different method, not only moving in and out, but alternating the speed of his thrusts and withdrawals. At times, he'd give me a series of quick short jabs, there suddenly change to several Song thrusts, pushing his cock into me as deeply as he could-or he'd stop for a short moment, and then sort of grind his peter into me with a sideways rotating motion, this latter technique making me feel that he was trying to scrape the walls of my vagina. Either way, it was impossible, for me to know what to expect from him, which made his fucking all the more exciting and pleasurable. The size of his prick also helped. While dad's peter wasn't as long as my brother's, it was a good deal thicker, this making the fit of his tool very tight, stretching my pussy to its utmost and making it possible for him to enter and withdraw with an increasing and "subtle regularity, with a special kind of rhythm that began sending us to heights of pleasure impossible for me adequately to describe. OH! It was sheer paradise, the best fuck I had ever had!

"'P-PUSHhhhh!' I moaned, my desire frantic. I could feel a tiny ribbon of sweat forming on my upper lip, but ignored it, as well as dad's hot breath which puffed steadily against the side of my neck. I wanted the sensation to last and last, to last forever; yet I knew I was fighting a losing battle. T-FUCK-m-me!' I wailed. 'I'm g-g-g-e-tt-ing-r-ready to-c-c-c-c-ome… ' My fingers clawed at his back, my own lustfulness causing every muscle of my body to tingle. My calves cramped. My head spun; yet I managed to meet his every thrust, working my hips in perfect timing with his own movements. Then dad began fucking me faster-and harder- pulling my hips violently against him, giving me the impression that he was trying to force even his balls into my pussy.

"I began gasping with steady pants that jumped from my throat with an increasing regularity. From what seemed to be a universe away, I could hear the sweat-sweet skin of our stomachs smacking together with dad's every plunge, then clinging together slightly at contact, only to pull wetly and, seemingly, reluctantly from each other as he retreated and prepared for another assault.

" ‘Uhl! Uhl! Uhl!' Dad was getting wild-then: 'N-NOW! N-N-NOW! C-COME, S-SWEET GWENNIE, C-COMEEEE!'

"I did! And we did! Together! We shot off so tremendously that for a moment I think I almost passed out. How can I describe the feel of pure come in my cunt! It was the first time I had felt it; the first time an unrubbered peter had ever spurted nakedly into me. Charge after charge of come streamed from his cock, flooding my cunny and driving me out of my mind. Instantly I began working my inner muscles, clamping down on the length of his peter, pumping and pulling from him the final drops, all the while crying and moaning and making animal-like noises.

"Then, like an empty sack, daddy collapsed on top of me. I tightened my arms around his neck and kissed him. ‘Oh, daddy… you fucked me so good!'

"What did mom think about dad's fucking me? Well, mom didn't blow her cool too much about it; she was still too mad about my using her dildoe and rectal unit. I can be positive of this because, later, that night, I sneaked down to the bedroom and listened at the door. Dad explained that he had made love to me because I had wanted him to and because he felt that since Ron and I were screwing, he might as well show me how to do it right.

" ‘Sex is one of the key pleasures of a healthy emotional life,' dad said, 'and if the child's to enjoy herself, she might as well be taught by someone she loves and trusts.'

"'Is she any good at it?' mom asked.

"'She's a good lay, nice and tight,' dad said. Then he mused, 'I wonder how good she is at sucking a cock-but maybe she and Ronnie haven't gotten around to that yet.'

"Listening at the door, I smiled, deciding I had quite a few surprises in store for my father. Then I heard mom say that as long as dad was going to teach me all about love, she might as well break in Ronnie! Dad thought this was a good idea, and asked if she thought it was a good idea if the four of us would ball it together. He finished with, 'I'd enjoy seeing you make love with a teenage boy. I don't suppose you've ever fucked a boy that young, have you, dear?'

"Mom laughed lightly and said it would be especially nice breaking in Ronnie. 'I agree with you, Harvey. I think I'll enjoy watching you and Gwennie screw. That's almost half the pleasure-watching others do it.'

"Then dad laughed and said that he and mom were a couple of voyeurs, and she replied that maybe Ronnie and I were bisexual and that the four of us might have what she called a family get-together.'

"That's exactly what happened the very next night. After mom and dad had called us to their bedroom, they explained that since Ronnie and I had been screwing-well, why not keep the fucking in the family. Mom didn't use the word fucking,' but it was obvious she meant exactly that.

"Ronnie and I were all for the idea, and very shortly he and I and mom and dad were naked and ready for action. I walked into dad's arms and we kissed, I delighting in the way the tip of his hard peter poked at me. But I played it real cool, acting real dumb. 'Oh, father,' I sighed, 'I do so want to suck it. Show me how… 'That got him going and he sat down on a vanity stool and opened his legs. I got down on my knees before him, at the same time watching mom and Ronnie. I now knew what mom meant by watching. Wow! Looking at other people enjoying themselves with sex was interesting and exciting. I supposed that was why my parents and their guests always had so much fun at their parties.