(Mf incest dad/daut) (96k)
(date posted: Sunday, October 31, 1999)
Monday night I was in my room, and I guess I'd better admit it, I was looking at a dirty book Marion had lent me and playing with my pussy. Daddy was in the bathroom. I remember that he was peeing and I was wondering if I would be able to see anything if I tried to look through the crack. After all those pictures in the book I wanted to see what a real one looked like. Well, anyway, I was playing with my pussy and suddenly the doorbell rang. Daddy called to me to answer it and I went downstairs in my nightgown and opened the door. There were two men there. One was real big and looked sort of rich. The other was smaller and real mean looking. I had never seen them before. They wanted to see Daddy so I led them into the living-room. They were both staring at me so queer that I shivered and it made my pussy even wetter. Then I noticed that there was a big wet stain in my nightgown right between my legs where I'd been playing with myself.
(Mf incest dad/daut) (150k)
(date posted: Monday, August 16, 1999)
All through my last-period science class I could feel my cock twitching. Fortunately, as befits a greying, bachelor, Junior-High teacher, I wore baggy flannels, and I don't think anyone but me noticed. The reason for this genital response was sitting right in front of me, in her usual place, but she seemed to be beaming up at me with an attention and warmth I hadn't seen before. What I had seen before--her angelic face with its sparkling eyes and luscious lips, and her devilish body with its over-ripe adolescent curves and adult sensuality--was more than enough to stir up my lower parts. Especially when I looked around at the gawky, tooth-braced, flat-chested classmates who surrounded her and made her sexiness even more noticeable and irresistible. As a male teacher, I've been the object of my share of school-girl crushes, and even been tempted from time to time to take advantage of what was so freely, if naively, offered. But I hadn't, finding more suitable targets among the other teachers and even the mothers. Parent-teacher days were an institution I had always cherished, just as I cherished warm recollections of the mothers of at least two of the girls in this very class. One of them had even been a student of mine, more than twenty years ago. However, no thirteen-year old girl had ever had the effect on me that young Susie Little did. And the fact that she sat front row centre and never took her eyes off me made her impossible to ignore.
Susie's Adventures In The Park
(date posted: Thursday, May 6, 1999)
She was crouched, silent and immobile in the bushes, watching the dark tangle where the chipmunk had disappeared when she first felt it. Drops of rain falling on her face. But it couldn't be rain because the sky was cloudless and a deep, deep blue, and a hot sun beat down. That was why she had decided to spend the day in the leafy coolness of the woodland park. Tiny droplets continued to spatter her and she turned to find their source. When she saw it she almost cried out, but something stronger than the surprise she felt kept her still, silent and motionless. A few drops of the strange liquid fell into her open mouth, their taste acrid and bitter. Through the dense shrubbery that hid her she could see him. A man, large and bearded. He stood in front of a tree that grew out of the bushes in which she was crouched. And he was peeing! His running shorts were pushed down on his thighs and a strong thick yellow stream was directed at the tree. It splashed off in all directions, sending showers of golden droplets into the bushes and onto Susie's upturned face. Her eyes fastened avidly on the source of this gentle rain, the tube of flesh he held so casually in one hand, aiming its stream in whatever direction he wanted. She had had confused visions of naked men and boys in her dreams and had even tried to spy on her father to see what this strange, mysterious instrument she had heard so much about looked like. Now, there it was, right in front of her face and it was bigger and more fascinating than she had ever imagined. Her girlfriend, Cathy, had seen one and even touched one and she had said that they got bigger and harder when you held them, but Susie could not imagine anything bigger than the member now squirting out its last drops. When the owner of that proud organ began shaking it, she saw that it was not at all hard or stiff. "O.K. Ralph. Your turn. I'll stand watch."
Susie At The Hotel
(Mf incest dad/daut) (126k)
(date posted: Sunday, March 28, 1999)
Susie woke, uncertainly, to the sound of rhythmically creaking bedsprings. As she emerged from sleep she realized where she was--the hotel suite she would be sharing with her father for the next week. They had two adjoining rooms with a shared bathroom. It was an old but comfortable hotel close to the heart of the city. Susie was very excited about this, her first big trip to the city. She was even more excited about spending a whole week with her father. Since her parents' divorce she had been living with her mother and seeing her father only occasionally, and she missed him, missed his voice, his games, his hugs. It just wasn't the same with her mother. But, since her mother had to go on a long sales trip for her company and her father had to come here for a week of meetings at the same time, they had decided that she should go with her father and see something of the city. She wished she could see into the next room. The sound of the bed creaking was louder now, more insistent, and she could hear vague muffled cries, both male and female. They were doing it. She knew, at least in theory, what "doing it" meant, but when she tried to visualize the anonymous couple in the next room, she could think of nothing but her mother and father. The thought of her large, burly father naked on top of her mother's plump body, pushing his thing, his penis, into her sent strange ripples of sensation through her. Unconsciously she let one hand slip between her thighs where her bunched up nightgown left her downy cunnie exposed. She let a finger insinuate itself between the lips, trying to imagine what it would be like to have a man's thing--a man's cock there. The very word made her twitch. She was disappointed when the sounds from next door suddenly stopped.
(date posted: Sunday, March 21, 1999)
When the bell finally sounded Susie Merton sighed with relief. She liked school and she was a good student, but it had been a long afternoon. Her pussy had started to itch during English, and she had been squirming about in her seat all through History. She looked up at Mr. Thompson, her history teacher, always so proper and respectable in his blazer and flannels. Wednesday was the only day Susie had him for her last class, and it seemed to her that he always looked especially proper on those days. Catching his eye turned in her direction she smiled, only to see him flush and turn quickly away. The other students filed out quickly. Susie lingered and approached the teacher's desk as if to ask a question. "Mr. Thompson, I have this problem."
(date posted: Sunday, March 14, 1999)
"Oh, I'm so excited! Do you think I'll get the job, Mom?" "Not unless you calm down and try to act more ladylike. And finish your breakfast, dear. You'll need your strength." "Yes, Mommy," said Joan dutifully, wolfing down the last of her toast. The sound of a car pulling up outside brought her to her feet. "Oh, that must be Mr. Watson now. I've got to go. Wish me luck, Mom." "I'm sure you'll do well, dear. But remember: calm and ladylike. I'm sure they don't want a tom-boy running around the office." Tom-boy was the last word anyone else would have thought of to describe young Joanie Sutherland. She may not have been ladylike, but she certainly was womanly. Shapely beyond her sixteen years, with a face that combined wide-eyed innocence with an irresistible sensual allure. Even her father was stirred at the sight of her round, perky behind and her delightfully bobbing breasts as she ran down the sidewalk towards the waiting car.
(Mf incest dad/daut) (13k)
(date posted: Sunday, March 7, 1999)
"Hi, Daddy!" said Sue, looking up from her book and stretching sensuously as her father, Will Davies, came through the door. "Can I suck your cock before dinner?" "That would be very nice, dear, but maybe just a little lick. I've brought a guest home for dinner and I think you should look after him first. I'm sure that Mr. Benson here would love to have you suck his cock. I bet he's got lot's of come for you." "Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Benson, I didn't see you. I'm pleased to meet you. Would you really let me suck your cock. I hope so; I bet it's a nice one. Daddy's told me so much about you." George Benson was so startled he couldn't speak. He looked from father to daughter, an expression of complete incredulity on his face. As the delectable young Sue Wilson uncurled herself from her position on the sofa and walked over to help him off with his jacket, he began to turn bright red. But when she gently patted his crotch, his dormant cock responded with a twitch. "What is all this, Davies?" he asked, bewildered. "Surely you don't mean . . . "
(Mf incest dad/daut) (22k)
(date posted: Sunday, March 7, 1999)
Susie skipped happily along the sidewalk. The afternoon sun gleamed in her casually tossing blonde hair. Her rapidly maturing titties bounced under her clinging T-shirt, their pert roundness much more apparent now since she had begun swallowing so much male come. The swelling globes of her much-penetrated behind filled almost to bursting the pink, flowered panties that could be glimpsed from time to time as her short skirt swung with the swing of her hips. Those long, tanned legs, so often and so joyously spread for a male body, still seemed the limbs of an adolescent. And her face, so fresh, clear, wide-eyed, and smiling, was the face of a happy, pretty teen-ager. No one could guess how many cocks those lovely lips had been wrapped around. Even Susie had lost count long ago.
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