Ken Preston - More than a daughter

When she saw Allen's cock up stiff and straight in my hand she almost dropped the whole tray. My brother smiled at her, encouraging her to do what I knew for sure she would do. She put the tray down and stripped every shred of clothing off her body. She mounted him right where he was, slipping him in her with one quick motion. Allen was at no loss as to how to handle a cunt, but I knew he had never had one so active as Terry's. His eyes grew round with surprise when he felt her pussy close down on his cock and he winced when her fingernails dug into his shoulders, pulling him forward so she could press her breasts against his mouth. First one and then the other nipple found its way between his teeth. She began to pant, moaning and fucking his cock so hard I wondered how he kept from coming! It was wonderful and yet distressing to see a woman show such a hunger for a cock. She screwed him like he was the very last man to be found alive on earth!

I simply could not bear to watch her. My desire to screw was constant now, but it didn't match her starved appetite in any way. I wandered out into the hall and ended up in Dirk's room, watching he and Dolly fucking the sheets into a rumpled mess. She had the neatest, trimmest body I'd ever seen on a girl and she used every inch of it for her enjoyment. She smiled at me and motioned for me to join them in his bed. Dirk was over her, screwing his cock into her hot snatch with quick short strokes that told me he was on the verge of coming. I reached down between Dolly's legs and my fingers closed around his cock. I pulled him out and held him tight against her clit, making him rub against her nubbin with hard, hard strokes. I put him back in her hole, only to pull him out again and do the same thing over and over again. Dolly's eyes were turning glassy and her chest heaved as her lungs cried for more air. But she had the desire and the strength to pull me over her and clamp her mouth on my cunt while her clit and her pussy drove her wild.

I forced Dirk to hold still, with the head of his cock right against her clit. I leaned down, jamming my pussy against Dolly's probing tongue, and licked her clit and his cocktip with quick, flicking touches. It was too much for both of them. I felt my pussy open as her tongue rammed deep into me and her legs tried to close against the wave of heat and the come-urge that was wiping her out. Dirk came in a wild burst of splashing cum, and fell backwards on the bed. I fell on Dolly's cunt and sucked her like mad, both of us shaking and coming again and again. We fell apart, limp and cold-feeling from the release of our tensions. Dolly murmured, "Wow! When you guys throw a party you really go all out. Way out!"

The sun was low on the horizon before we all met again in the big comfortable family room. Dirk and Allen looked a bit tuckered, but still game to stay with it and try to satisfy their dates. Joan and Dolly were positively radiant in tightly clinging dresses. Every curve, every dimple showed through the thin material.

My mom and dad were still keeping their mattress warm, I supposed. I knew my mother would get all the loving she could, tonight, before she had to give up her man to his business world.

I felt lazy. But awfully good, inside. Relaxed, but still my young, horny self. I'd put on just my old pool robe, after a quick shower. We all sat on the rug, in a small, intimate circle, talking about whatever came to our minds. Somehow we got on the subject of our first sex experiences, and both Dolly and Joan had fascinating stories to tell.

"The first man to get between my legs and take my cherry was the best lover ever to get a hard on," Joan began. "He could last for hours without coming. He had the most talented mouth and hands of any man I've ever loved. I was very young – without even a single hair growing on my pussy. My mother had died when I was only six years old, and my daddy raised me all by himself. He never remarried, and as far as I knew he never even cared about having a girlfriend to fuck. He seemed to build his whole world around me, and mine was filled with my school lessons and teachers and Spooky, my cat, and my love for my father."

"How old were you when you first made love with a man?" I asked Joan.

"I was eleven years young, bare pussied, not a bump on my chest, but with a terrible itch between my legs. I could not understand why I burned and itched something awful down there. I would wash it and powder it and finger it every night, but still the sensations would not go away. One night when I simply could not get to sleep, I was bare naked in my bed, playing with my hairless cunt as usual, when I looked up and there was my father standing just outside the circle of light from my bedlamp, quietly watching his horny daughter diddling her clit and shivering a lime with the neat feelings I was getting."

"Do you mean that the man who took your cherry was your own father?" Dirk asked her.

"Yes!" Joan smiled at him. "Dirk, you have to understand our relationship. We were all we had. Just each other. We loved each other in a way that just does not exist in families where both parents are there to provide comfort and affection for their kids. So some would say it was wrong. But I loved my father with all my heart and he could do no wrong. He is dead now."

"I was lonely until I met Dolly and she moved in with me. Anyway, on that special night, my daddy knelt by the side of my bed and put his warm hand on my little leg and asked me what was wrong. I told him I didn't know, but my pussy just would not stop itching. I opened my legs and moved my bare pussy into the light so he could examine it closely for me and tell me what was wrong. He said I was having growing pains, that's all, but when his finger touched my clit I did not feel pain. I felt… well, I can't describe it."

"You felt hot. Your clitty got hard and stood up between your cunt lips," I prompted her.

Joan nodded, and I noticed Dolly nodded too, caught up in the emotional surge of Joan's story. Or maybe for reasons of her own that I didn't know about just then, "My daddy parted my pussy lips and saw how moist my cunt was inside. He said he wondered if I would mind if he touched me with his tongue, down there… that it had been so long since he had kissed a pussy he had almost forgotten how soft and pretty they were inside. I raised my little butt up a bit and told him to please go ahead and taste me. When his tongue started to slide over my little cunt I almost cried with joy! The itching stopped and was replaced with sensations no boy could ever understand. My daddy got carried away with his emotions. I saw no reason to resist when I felt his tongue push up into my tiny passage beyond the tight hole that guarded it. But he never hurt me, not even once."

I noticed Dolly had one hand on Dirk's crotch and the other under her pulled-up skirt, rubbing her clit – not hard, but with a far away look in her lovely eyes. Joan's story was stirring memories for her, I was sure.

"Did it happen that night?" Allen asked. "I mean, did he put his cock in you?"

Joan smiled at him and let her eyes drift to Dolly's exposed pussy before answering him. "Yes. That very night. He didn't make me come, with his tongue. I was too young to climax, although I felt strangely contented, and very much loved, when he stopped licking and sucking my pussy and came in my bed to lie beside me and hold me in his arms. His cock was up like a flagpole, and his hand kept stroking his cock, very slowly. I sat up in my bed and watched him for a long time and then I asked him if I could do that for him. He didn't answer, but he didn't push my hands away when I closed my small fists around his thick cock. I didn't even know the name for what I was doing, I jacked him off. No. Not off. He wouldn't come, but I didn't miss that because I didn't know a darn thing except that his cock felt so nice in my hands. Since my pussy was starting to itch again I got the idea of rubbing his smooth wet cockhead against it. Can you guess the rest?"