Jeff Collins - Their incest urge

Diane blushed as she allowed her hand to travel across his taut, flat belly. She realized just how inexperienced she really was.

Pulling her mouth free of his eager lips, the girl began trailing kisses over his chest as she slowly tasted the flavors of his masculine body. She wrapped her slender fingers around his throbbing prick and held it tightly in her hand as she feasted her tongue on his body.

She placed her head on his hard belly and stared at his rod in her hand. She moved forward, nuzzling it lovingly with the tip of her nose. She blew on it, covering it with the, hot breath of her aroused body. Then she pursed her lips and lowered her mouth until she captured the blood-engorged tip between them.

It was all Ron could do to keep from coming the moment he saw her ripe lips slide down over the aching head of his prick. She was so pretty. Her hair fell to his thighs, teasingly brushing against them when she slowly began lowering her head to take more and more of his cock into her mouth.

Diane could feel his entire body trembling and straining as she slid his meat into her mouth. The salty flavor of his juices seemed to crash against her taste buds and send an even more intense excitement racing through her pussy.

She had never sucked a cock before, but it seemed so natural to taste him before he put it inside her pussy that she began to devour his meat with greedy hunger.

It was at the precise moment that Diane's father, Paul Millard, raged into the room like a huge wounded bear. He grasped the boy and pulled him to his feet. His fist lashed out and knocked the boy into unconsciousness. Then he dragged him from the room.

Diane's father returned. He closed and bolted the door and faced the naked body of his daughter as she cowered on the bed.

"We, we were just playing, Daddy!"

"You call that playing?" the man bellowed. "Taking that boy's filthy cock into your mouth is not playing!"

Diane sat up, reached for a robe to cover her nakedness, and tried to speak to him, tried to say something to calm him.

And then he looked at her face and his own seemed to become distorted with loathing for her. "You must be punished, Diane. I must punish you for the terrible sin you have committed." He turned and left the room.

Diane was slipping her panties up her legs when he returned. To her horror, he was carrying a whip.

His face, now red with anger, told her that she couldn't protest and that she would have to suffer whatever punishment he had decided for her.

"I want you to lie over your bed," he hissed. "I'm going to whip you. What I caught you doing was something so horrible that I have no alternative!" His voice rose as the girl lay meekly over the edge of the bed. He stepped to her side and, lifting the whip, he struck her with savage force across her ass cheeks, protected only by her flimsy panties.

"Ohhhh!" Diane cried. "Oh, noooo, please, Daddy, please!"

As she cried out in agony, he hit her again. Her screams filled the room, but her father was now blind with rage. He lifted the whip and struck her a third time.

The white panties were suddenly stained with blood and the sight of it inflamed him still more.

He suddenly stopped beating her and flipped her quivering body over onto her back. He stared at her through hazy, lust-filled eyes. Drool dribbled from the corners of his mouth as he looked down at her sobbing face and swollen eyes.

She reached up in a pathetic effort to defend her face and titties. He suddenly placed his knee between her legs and began to fondle her tits. With inflamed, bloodshot eyes he moved his hands roughly down her body.

There was a look of terror in Diane's eyes as she expected him to strike her tits and cunt, but instead he roughly forced his fingers between the furrow of her pussy.

"Were you going to let him put his prick in here next, you little slut? Is that why you were sucking him…? To get him good and hard so he could fuck your pussy with his prick?"

"No, Daddy. Please!"

"If you want to find out what a cock feels like, I'll show you!"

"No, no, Daddy, please, please!" she cried, knowing that something terrible was about to happen to her. She was filled with fear at the sight of his distorted face. "No! No, Daddy!"

But his hand suddenly unfastened his trousers and pulled out his cock. It was already fully erect, the foreskin pulled back tight from the knob.

"Yes," he panted, forcing himself between her thighs. "I'll show you what becomes of girls who play games! I'll put this in to teach you a lesson, put my fucking prick in your little pussy and show you, you dirty slut!"

As he spoke, he thrust the massive head of his cock forward to spread the outer lips of her cunt. Up and down her slit went the hot, hard head of her father's meat. Then he felt the elastic flesh spread and he lunged forward.

He drove his cock into her fuckhole, penetrating and rupturing her cherry with the first lunge.

"Aaarrruuugghhhh!" the innocent virgin screamed as the most searing pain she had ever experienced in her life raged through her body like a slashing, twisting, dull knife ripping at her tender flesh. Her tight cunt resisted the cruel invasion, the walls stretching beyond their limits as his thick long rod rammed mercilessly against them.

Diane thought she was going to faint. She could even feel the black void sweeping around her, but she fought against it with every ounce of her being.

"I… can't… stand… it!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. "You're killing meeee!"

Paul Millard ignored his daughter's pleas and lunged into her sweet, warm body with everything he had. He thrust, rammed, lunged, and worked his throbbing prick inch by inch up inside the beautiful teenager's soft body. He ground down until he felt the last inch of his pulsing cock ram inside her.

Diane was on the verge of hysteria. Her tortured, ravaged body had endured its ultimate limit of pain and then gone beyond. She was positive that her insides had been ripped apart, that she would bleed and die… and death would be a welcome relief from the horrible pain she was enduring.

Then gradually, so very, very slowly, the girl felt the pain begin to fade. Her body seemed to be stuffed with his meat, stuffed and stretched all out of shape. Yet his cock inside her felt strangely good, vaguely pleasant, even a little exciting.

As the pain lessened, Diane remembered a time in the woods. Her girl friend and her date had gone off by themselves. Less than five minutes later, Diane had heard the girl screaming, begging for her boy friend to fuck her, to shove his dick into her. Now Diane began to understand why. It did feel good to have a cock completely filling her pussy.

She closed her eyes and blotted out the fact that it was her father's dick fucking her. She imagined that it was Ron's cock inside her, and she started moving her hips, fucking back.

When he started to moved his hips and slide his huge cock up and down the length of her newly ruptured pussy, the girl braced herself for more pain. She was surprised to find that, instead of hurting, his motions inside her felt good.

Paul reared back and brought the tip of his prick to the outer entrance of her virginal hole. He lunged into her with all his might and sent his throbbing prick to the very depths of her womb.

"Oh! OH! OHHHH!" Diane cried.

He did it again, this time crushing his pelvis against her clitoris as he reached the bottom on his long, hard thrust.

"aaaiiiiwww!" she squealed, the sharp shocks of pleasure striking to the very heart of her innocent body.

"This will teach you, this will teach you," her father chanted, grinding his hard bone against her clitoris.

He reached down and grasped her lovely tits in his hands and began fucking her with a hard, steady motion that made his heavy balls slap loudly against her taut ass. He massaged her nipples roughly until they were bright red, fucking her harder and harder with each stroke.