Steve Parker - Incest girl

Lillian's fingers twisted in his hair like the talons of a hawk clamping onto its prey and smashed his face hard between her wet twat lips. "Bite it, Dad! Bite my clit!" she begged him when she felt herself beginning to reach her climax. She wanted him to bite her clitoris, but not too hard; just soft little nips of love.

"Bite my lips – really bite them, Dad!" Lillian cried, meaning exactly that. She wanted him to actually bite her cuntlips, wanted to feel the pain the bites would inflict. "Bite, Goddamn you! Bite me hard!"

Always when she wanted him to bite her cunt like this, he couldn't help but fear that he would hurt her too much. Nevertheless, he obeyed her request. He nipped her clitoris gently a few times before grasping her right labe between his strong white teeth to bear down until Lillian threw back her head and screamed from the sweet agony of the pain lacing through her cunt.

When she came like this with Alan's teeth almost breaking through the skin of her tender cuntlips, she collapsed backwards, her legs folding under her and her body convulsing as if a sudden chill were sweeping through her body.

Where could this father and daughter go from here – what more could they do that they hadn't already done? They didn't really know. The four of them had continued their sex games even after Lillian and Kirk were married. Tonight, they had another party planned and the men were going to kick back and watch the girls fuck each other with dildos, after which all four would get it on together. The four were to meet at Alan's pad that night at eight-thirty, but Elizabeth didn't show up at the appointed time. A phone call to her apartment confirmed that she'd left a few minutes after eight. At ten-forty-five they called the police and reported her missing.

Across town at five after eight, Elizabeth was just pulling up to a stop sip, her body tingling with anticipation. She was looking forward to fucking her lovely girl friend with a dildo. The mere thought made her cunt wet. She shivered each time she pictured, in her mind's eye, Lillian on her hands and knees before her while she hammered the eight-inch dildo far up her horny cunt. She had no doubt whatsoever in her mind that she, herself, would come while she fucked Lillian because the mere thought was driving her half wild with desire.

She had just put her hand between her thighs to cup her crotch and found that her panties were soaked all the way through, when suddenly the right-hand door of her car was jerked open and two men in their late twenties leaped into the front seat. Her mouth flew open to scream when the one nearest her pressed the gleaming point of a long hunting knife against her stomach. The scream died on her trembling lips.

"I'll spill your fucking guts all over this car," he snarled in warning, "if you make one Goddamn mistake!" The knife blade bit her soft flesh and a tiny trickle of blood quickly soaked through the material of her short skirt.

Elizabeth gasped, fearing that this madman was going to kill her here and now. The cut didn't hurt as much as it stung – it frightened her more than anything. She was almost totally paralyzed with naked fear. She had read in the papers about such things happening, but, like most people, she had always told herself that it would never happen to her.

The other man, his face contorted with the fear he felt over the possibility that they might be caught and punished for kidnap – and kidnap in California carried the death sentence – leaned across his partner and hissed at the terrified girl: "Do exactly as you're told, bitch, and you might live through this!"

The knife point withdrew and Elizabeth breathed easier. "Ohmigod, pl-please don't hurt me," she begged, her eyes big as half-dollars and her face drained of color. "I'll do anything you tell me… only d-d-don't hurt me!"

"Drive, bitch!" the one with the knife ordered. "I'll tell you where to go from here. Turn right on Supulveda," he instructed and slipped his hand up her dress, his fingers snaking under the elastic hugging her thigh. He was surprised and pleased that his fingers went into her pussy so easily. He'd expected her cunt to be totally dry since she couldn't possibly be hot and had to be frightened half to death.

He smiled when his fingers sank to his palm in her slippery, wet cunt. "Sonofabitch, baby," he chuckled, pumping his fingers in and out of her hole, "how come your furburger's so fucking wet?"

The girl tried to answer; she opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. She was too frightened to say a word. She was doing well just to drive the car and obey his instructions when he ordered her to turn here and turn there.

George Bevins twisted his fingers around the crotch of her panties and tore them from Elizabeth's body in a single jerk. They were parked now just at the foothills of the mountain range between Bakersfield and Los Angeles. This wasn't the first girl George had raped. The number was almost up to a hundred.

Ronnie Gillette sniffed at the torn, discarded panties and liked the odor of her juices. This chick was going to taste delicious! He licked the crotch and was happy to discover that there was actually a sweet taste there, as if she had dipped her fingers in honey and then wiped them on the crotch of her panties.

"Here," he said, thrusting the crotch under George's nose so he, too, could get a sniff and taste if he wanted, "taste these, George. They're but of sight!"

"Fuck that," he laughed as they climbed from the car and headed for the little cabin nestled under an outcropping of rock at the base of a small hill. It was completely hidden from view. If one didn't know exactly where to look, it couldn't be seen. "What the fuck do I want with her fucking Goddamn drawers when I'll have my face buried in the real thing in a couple of minutes, dummy?"

In sudden, total panic that these two men might kill her when they were finished raping her, Elizabeth bolted, racing in raw terror back down the rutted road up which she had driven the car.

Laughing like a madman, George's short legs churned like pistons in swift pursuit. His hand shot out, trying to grab her long, flowing hair. Instead he caught her blouse and tore it from her body.

She was naked except for the skirt, because she never felt the need to wear a bra since her tits stood straight out from her chest like ripening pears. Another grab, and the skirt was fluttering to the sun-scorched ground.

Elizabeth's feet fairly flew across the rough ground. But she didn't have a chance. Ronnie had cut off her only chance at freedom by leaping in the car and speeding ahead of her. But it was an unnecessary move because George was having a ball chasing this naked nymph with the golden hair streaming out behind her. He could have captured her anytime he wanted. But since it was the first time he'd ever chased a naked girl across country, he let her remain a few yards ahead of him until he grew weary of the game. Then he reached out and caught a handful of her hair and jerked her off her feet into his arms. For a moment he considered the possibility of fucking her right there in the weeds, dirt and rocks. But it would have been a bit hard on his knees so he marched her back to the cabin and gave her a swift, but not hard kick in the ass for daring to run from him.

"What's your name?" he asked, still panting for breath after his run.

"E-Elizabeth," she stammered, watching Ronnie peel out of his clothes and grease his stiff cock with a substance from a jar. This could mean only one thing – he was going to fuck her in the ass. She wanted to protest that there was no way in the world that she could take his huge cock up her asshole, but she was too frightened to object. His dong looked like it had to be at least ten inches long and three and a half inches in diameter. It would surely tear her wide open when he tried to stuff it in her tiny asshole. Yet, there was nothing she could do but submit to whatever they had in mind for her.