Perverts 'R' Us

For Strokers Only: Maggie and Clint

Edited by The Purvv ( mast, M/f, inc-fath/dau )

Note from The Purvv: This story was extracted from a novel by John Kellerman, entitled 'The Family Secret', which, although I slightly modified and edited it, should still be considered the property of the original author. That story can be found in its entirety at www.storiesonline.net.

Her pink tongue stuck a little ways out of her mouth as she bit down on it and her blue eyes fluttered half-open. She had turned off her reading light long ago and mounted her bed.

"Uhnnnnn ... ohhhhh ... it is going in!" she breathed to herself, wiggling her middle finger back and forth. The dainty folds of her slit felt so soft - - so velvety warm...

And she was wet, too, wet and slippery, where her juices had flooded out. She spread her bare feet on the mattress and pointed her toes. As her calf muscles bulged and the strands along the insides of her thighs stiffened, she felt the tension build also. Her finger seemed to suddenly penetrate some delicate barrier and she let herself moan, louder than she should have; but it was exciting! Her middle finger was sliding easily now, going in all the way to the last knuckle.

She'd thought her outer folds were soft, but inside her unsullied little pussy, it felt like the fields of heaven itself. In a flash, she knew why boys were so damned interested in getting their hot, stiff cocks inside a girl's body. It probably felt wonderful to them to rub against all that slick softness she was touching with her fingertip.

"Nuuuhh ... Mmmmmmm ... Ohh wow!" Her body wallowed about, her head jerking from side to side in her pillow and she worked her slim hips up and down, as her finger explored her insides for the very first time. The thought that she was no longer a virgin occurred to her. 'Well, not strictly a virgin anyway,' she thought, 'but her finger wasn't very big and it hadn't hurt at all really...' She touched and probed, licking her upper lip, concentrating.

"God ... Ohhh god it's weird!" She was wondering how deep her little hole went. Since boys were all sizes, girls probably were too. She thought of ears and noses as a way to prove her point.

The young teen also thought of the way her father's cock looked when he stepped out of a shower. She hadn't seen it since that night three months ago, but she'd noticed the lump in his jeans plenty of times since, as his eyes occasionally gazed at her body.

She was now remembering when she had bent down in front of him one night, when she didn't have a bra on underneath her blouse and how his pants had bulged right before her eyes. Maggie had almost found the nerve to kid him about it but she chickened out and hurried out.

"Ohhhh ... Ohhhh god yesss ..." She was squirming as her bent thumb gently brushed her clit. The tiny lump of softness swelled suddenly as if pumped up with water. It felt very hot. She rubbed the nubbin again and a shot of the most glorious sensations burst through her. She touched again, faster, harder.

"Uhhnnnn ... Ohh ... Nuuh ... Mnnnnn ...!" Her fingers worked frantically now as she discovered the super-sensitivity of that special spot. She'd suspected before that her clit had something very important to do with happiness. However, she'd never suspected anything like this! She'd never even brought herself off, though she'd heard lots of stories from girls who had. The stories had scared her some. A few of the girls swore they'd fainted. One said that she'd gotten headaches from playing with herself but still couldn't keep from it. Therefore, Maggie had taken her time to get used to her body.

The first few times she'd just stripped before a bath and examined her mound with a mirror, not daring to touch. Then, in a warm tub, she'd smoothed her tender cunt lips with soapy palms, getting used to the subtle friction, which made her shudder with anticipation.

As time passed, she started to explore more thoroughly. Using a much-creased page from a hygiene book as reference, she'd identified each and every part between her down-covered labia, but that hadn't told her much, really. The inner labia seemed more like the dainty petals of a flower really, and her clitoris was a shapeless little nub of moist, raw flesh hooded slightly by warm moist folds. The diagram indicated that this spot was the seat of female sexual response. At the time, Maggie hadn't tried to find out if that was true or not. Now there was no doubt in her mind!

"Ghhaaaaa ... I can't stand it," she breathed, wiggling furiously against the mattress as her fingers dug and played in the messy juices. The youngster felt something even wilder now ... an insatiable tickle that was fast growing to a crazy itch, an itch that seemed to make her half-crazy with wanting to scratch. However, the more she scratched, the more intense the feeling became. Now her lungs sucked air in violent gasps and her toes tingled. Muscle tremors ran up and down her young thighs. Her short skirt had hiked up above her panties now and her jacket had slipped to the floor. Somehow, Maggie couldn't bother with all that. She had eased her pink nylon panties down long before, so now her feverish cunt was exposed to her pleasurable attack. The young teen probed deeper with her middle finger and rubbed her thumb in slow circles against her tumid clit.

"Come on ... come on ... c-c-come on ..." she whimpered, twitching uncontrollably as the shivers of pure pleasure jolted through her. She didn't think she could stand much more. She knew what those girls had been talking about now. It was enough to drive someone mad. She'd forgotten about everything ... almost everything. Yet that final glorious explosion she'd heard about wouldn't come. She sucked in another lungful of air and tried to think of something that might help her slip over the edge into paradise.

Since she hadn't dated much, the 16-year-old couldn't call on much past experience, and being a tomboy of sorts, she wasn't all that sought-after as a date. However, she'd kissed a few guys in the back seats of cars.

"Ohhhh ... why won't it come?" Maggie's brain couldn't bring up a boy's face or body she was really happy with. Soon her mind conjured up a mental picture of how her daddy looked when he came out of the shower naked that night those many months ago, and he morphed into her lover. The more she thought of this dream lover, the more intense her pleasure became.

Now her fingers were slick to the second knuckles. She had all of them in her slit, her middle finger pushed deep into her pussy as her thumb continued to stroke thrills from her clit, and then with a shivering convulsion, she felt herself glide upwards ... upwards.

The nipples of her breasts had suddenly grown stiff and super sensitive. She rubbed them savagely. Her free hand had moved up under her blouse now as her hips plunged up and down on the mattress. Her dream-lover was making love to her with his perfect cock. His perfect lips touched hers, forced them open. His perfect hands caressed her feverish body as he plunged deep, penetrating her to the hilt.

"Yuhhhhh ... Nuhhhh ..." she groaned, biting her lip, pretending it was her made-up ravisher. She fantasized it was his hand petting her firm, high breasts, smoothing her belly. She came with a jerk, bumping her head against the headboard at the back of her bed as she worked her body like a snake to feel every bit of heaven she could. The slippery flood of juices made hot lines down her thighs

"Ohhh ... it's wonderful," she breathed, tossing her head, digging her middle finger as deep as she could possibly reach. Her thumb trembled. She hardly had to touch her clit now to keep the heavenly throbs going. She couldn't breathe, couldn't think, and didn't care.

Until at last she pulled her knees up against her body and shivered like that, as the ecstasy trickled away through her senses. She was breathing as if she'd climbed a mountain. Every muscle in her body had been rock hard and now felt completely relaxed. She licked her lips and managed to flutter her eyes open.

When her breathing began to return to normal, Maggie pulled up her panties and jerked down her skirt. Her body was still tingling wonderfully and the crotch band of her panties had already become soaked with her juices. When she looked at her middle finger, there was a small smear of blood where she wore her little gold ring. It wasn't much blood ... not much at all; and her hole had felt so small when she'd been digging around up there. Maybe she was still mostly a virgin.

The movement in the hallway made her start - - Had it been anything but the wind wafting the curtains? She stared until her eyes burned, but heard nothing. She was getting too jumpy. She felt the scotch working on her now, and it felt good. She put the glass on the table and lay back. Her gown was tangled up across her thighs. With just a little effort, she could lift it higher so she could get a finger into her body. But hadn't she decided to go hunt up something bigger to penetrate her cunt with? Mmmmm, the scotch did feel good.

There! She had heard something. Then the shadow of a male figure filled the doorway for a second as whoever it was entered her bedroom. Maggie opened her mouth to scream but nothing came out. Then she smelled the beer and the sweaty musk of a man without a shirt, and she knew who it was!

As her father's mouth closed over hers and a hand pushed her skirt up, she could only gasp under the weight.

"I want you, Maggie!" he breathed, tugging at his jeans now. She was still too shocked for words, digging her heels into the mattress as she tried to squirm away.

"Nooo ... Ohh god Daddy, this is crazy ... your coming in here like this ..." But his hand had brushed her cunt-lips open. They were already swollen and damp with her hot juice. As her father's finger teased her clit from its little hood, her ass squirmed in circles against the sheet.

"Oooo baby, I-I heard you ... I watched you ... Oh sweetheart you made me so hot ... !"

"Nuhhhhh ... Nuhhhnnoo," she grunted, trying to fight the sharp pleasure that shot through her belly and thighs.

Her breasts had burst from the top of her blouse now and her father was mouthing them hungrily, moaning like some wild animal. Maggie thought she might be able to push him back until one of her thick, dark nipples slipped between his teeth. Then the strength drained from her arms as her father tongued the supersensitive nubbin.

"Nhhuuhh," she gasped, writhing under his hands, mouth, and body. Something hot and hard pressed against her thigh. She knew that her father's rigid cock was getting dangerously close to her cunt, and her blouse had been jerked down off her shoulders and shoved open to expose her belly. She could feel his hairy muscular stomach rubbing hers.

"Daddy d-don't ... this is awful!"

"It isn't awful," he grunted, "and you know it isn't!"

"Ohhh ... leave me be! Leave me ... please!" Her head fell to the side as her father's mouth wet her neck and ear. She was jerking now, unable to stop the flood of pleasure that was beginning to sweep through her every fiber.

Moreover, her father's cock seemed even harder now. It felt like an ax handle as he eased it up the soft flesh of her inner thigh. She wriggled again, tilting her hips furiously in an attempt to keep him away from her seeping, feverish hole. However, the tip of his cock had pushed into the tangled thatch of dark cunt hair. She could feel the curls parting until at last his glans throbbed against the slightly parted swells of her labia.

Now Maggie was almost afraid to move. Every time she did, her father gained a fraction of an inch - - And her juices were seeping out, slickening the spongy head of his penis. "Oh god! Daddy, ohhhh! I can't stand it! I'll die if you stick that thing in me!"

"Maggie, I can smell you, taste you!"

He kissed his daughter's mouth hard and she couldn't keep his tongue from probing deep. She moaned into the kiss, writhing, pounding his back weakly with her fists. However, she was no match for his strength and desire.

The glow that she'd felt between her legs was growing into something else. Her father's cock was heating her up! She could hardly believe it was happening. Then Clint moved his hips and she heard the wet sound as her petals opened to him.

"Nhhhaaaa ... Ohhhhhh no, no!"

Her protests were faint gasps now as she felt her father's passion. He sensed an easy victory now. She knew that he could smell her excitement.

In addition, yes, the rub of his body against her soft, white belly and breasts was having an effect on her. However, she tried to hold off with her mind. It was wrong, this hungry, bestial lust she felt. It was wrong because this was her own father!

She dug her long nails against his shoulders as he lunged again with his hips. The head of his cock had completely entered her slit now and was forcing open the circle of muscles that surrounded her vagina.

"D-Daddy ... don't ... don't d-do it!"

"I'm gonna get you at last, baby" he mumbled, biting the tender areola near a nipple.

She arched her back sharply, her nails going deeper in his flesh. Then she felt him lurch again, felt the spreading stretch of her pussy as her father's flared crown went in. A shudder of utter pleasure went through her. She gasped, gave a cry and fell back on the bed, spit drooling from the side of her mouth.

Her father was on her like a tiger then, forcing her long legs apart as he fucked for depth.

"Ahhh ... Ohhh Daaaaaa!"

Maggie felt that she was past caring now. She wanted to resist, but couldn't. The thrills were too intense, the friction of his rigid shaft rubbing past her raped petals, indescribably lovely. She was forgetting who it was atop her … forgetting that it was her own Daddy! She didn't want to know, at all.

"Nhuuuh! Oowwwww!"

"You're tight and hot. God, you're wonderful," he gasped, working his cock in and out, deepening his penetration as the skin of his shaft became slickened with his child's musky juices.

"It hurts ... it hurts!" She ground her teeth together, breath hissing between them.

However, there was no stopping her father now. He had her soft heat surrounding him now. He wanted more. With a groan he put another inch inside the child's body and then another. She bucked and wiggled as her insides opened to him. She felt the fullness. She felt that throbbing chunk of meat entering her deepest secret.

Daddy was wheezing and bucking like crazy now and she sensed that her tight pussy was about to bring him off. Maggie felt a sudden anger. The nerve of her horny father, coming in, taking her in her own bed - - And now he was going to pump his cum out, leaving her trembling and used. He didn't care about anything but his own pleasure.

She bit her lip and remembered the power of her body. The sudden spasms of pleasure he'd brought to her had made it hard to resist him, but now she was mad. She focused her concentration and bore down with all her might. She could feel the muscles around the beginning of her hole, tighten down like the lens of a camera. Clint made a funny sound in his throat and then he stopped fucking.

"Maggie ... Jesus! Hey, god damn you're gonna cut it off!"

However, she wasn't finished yet. She knew she'd stopped him from coming. Now she wanted him to suffer a little more. She squinted her eyes and thought only of that trembling, muscular area where her father's cock had speared her softness. However, it wasn't so soft anymore. She tightened again, harder.

Clint choked and his mouth came open. His face was red with pain. She had the sonofabitch now! She felt like she could almost pinch his prick right off at the base. Of course she couldn't, but at least she'd cut off the blood flow, stopped his orgasm as surely as if she'd plunged an icicle up his ass.

"Now maybe you'll have some thought of my feelings," she whined, keeping the pressure against him. However, she was beginning to ache down there. She couldn't keep it up forever. "Damn you, you ... you animal!"

"Maggie, let it off! Christ, it hurts like hell!"

"Why did you come in here tonight?" she hissed, jerking her hips to increase the pain on his cock.

"I told you ... I couldn't help it. I've been watching you and I couldn't just smell your underwear and jack off any longer. I had to know how it would be!"

His confession had unexplainably excited her. So her father actually filched her underwear and used them as an erotic aid to his self-abuse. A shiver went through her. She felt her anger starting to drain away. Nevertheless, she wanted to be mad at him!

"You're awful!" she gasped, knowing really that her father's having stolen her panties was terribly exciting.

"Sometimes I watch you undress," he said, trying to kiss her mouth. "I stand out on the balcony and when you've got your doors closed, you don't see me."

"Watch me undress?" She weakened more. Her cunt muscles were aching more than ever. She couldn't keep squeezing him like that. Moreover, the more she thought of him with her underwear, watching her undress ...

"Mmmnnnooo ... noo!" His tongue raked the roof of his daughter's mouth. She gagged and struggled, the kiss went deeper and she felt herself weaken in his embrace. Then the thought hit her ... hit her like a storm. She could almost imagine that tongue of his against her somewhere else. It would feel a thousand times more wonderful if he'd do it there. She managed to slip her mouth to the side.

"If you want me, you have to kiss me first ... down there!" She was panting so hard she could hardly get the words out.

Her father froze for an instant.

"Do it, Daddy," she breathed, pushing his head down. "Do it to me like that!"

The idea of having a male licking between her white thighs had absolutely devastated her. She had to have it done now! She wouldn't let her father escape this night without feeling what it was like. She'd heard stories. Now she had to know. However, would her shy, nervous Daddy dare such a thing?

"I want you, Maggie ... got to have you." She'd let her defenses down and now her father jerked his cock from her body. It came out with a sucking sound and he quickly wiggled down between her thighs.

The next thing she felt was his open mouth covering her smoldering pubes. As his tongue gouged down along her slit, Maggie sucked in a breath and held it, her willowy body shaking with the subtle friction he was bringing to her swollen parts.

"Uhhhh ... Ohhh ... Ohhh god Daddy, I never felt anything like that! Never ... never!"

"Maggie, Maggie," he mumbled, pressing his lips against her again. His tongue raked pure pleasure from her pussy. She felt new floods of juice. She widened her thighs and bent her knees up, up until her feet dangled in the air above her father's head, and the noisy feast he was having began to send tendrils of ecstasy through her in steady, pulsing rhythms.

"Ahhhhhh," she coughed, feeling herself letting go.

She came with a strangled whimper, clutching her father's head against her butter-smeared petals, plunging her hot cunt up and down his open mouth. She had finger-fucked herself and brought herself to fruition. However, this was the first time ever she'd gotten into paradise with a male mouth sucking her pussy juices, lapping hungrily at her ravaged clit.

"Yuuuuhhhh!" she whimpered, flopping and squirming in the ecstasy that seemed to float her away.

Maggie was dimly aware of her father easing himself up onto her body again. She felt his hands exploring her young, taut, breasts, touching her belly. Then he kissed her neck. Between her legs, she felt him move. Her thighs were pushed open and she realized the pressure against her cunt wasn't just a finger. He entered her easily, his prick-tip smoothing back the swollen petals, forcing her hole wide. She lay on the bed, arms out, head to one side, letting him take what he wanted. She was giddy and weak from the force of her own climax. She'd never been bombarded by that much pleasure in such a short time. Her other orgasms seemed like child's play in comparison.

"Maggie," Clint grunted, working his shaft deep. Fucking his daughter with even, forceful lunges, he went on without hesitation, bringing himself quickly to a fever pitch. She could hear the increased tempo of his breathing; feel the frantic clutch of his hands against her ass as he neared his ultimate pleasure.

She gave a little whine as she sensed the sudden hardness of his thighs and belly. She knew her father was going to shoot inside her.

"Ohhh Daddy, what if you make a baby?"

"I don't give a good god damn," he grunted and then his words were choked off by the passion.

He held to his daughter like a boy lost in a storm. His hips buffeted her as he speared and rammed and then jetted his thick incestuous seed into her pulsating pussy.

Maggie hadn't tried to join him in the pleasure, hadn't meant to become worked up again. However, the last few seconds of his lovemaking had gotten to her. She held to her father tightly, as his balls unloaded. She could feel the tension of her tube closing down again, could feel her own body yearning to have that ecstasy one more time.

"Don't stop Daddy! Ohhh god, don't stop now!"

"Baby ... I gotta stop! Maggie, you don't know how it is!"

"Damn you, I'm gonna do it again ... I'm gonna come!"

"Jesus Maggie, let go!"

"No ... Nooooo!"

Their bodies made the bed lurch. She wrapped her legs around him and dug her heels into his ass checks. If only she had on those spurs, she dreamed about!

"Damn," her father gasped.

"Fuck me Daddy, fuck me! You wanted to so bad, didn't you? Well, do it then!"

"Jeeeeezzzz!"

"Yesssss, so close! Ohhh hurry ... faster! Damn you, Daddy, go all the way!"

She forced him to give her every inch of his cock. It pressed against her deepest parts and she rocked her hips wildly, rubbing her engorged clit against the hilt of her father's shaft. The glorious tickle was hanging so close, but she couldn't quite reach it. In addition, the stiffness was wilting. Clint's prick was going soft inside her.

"There! I got it! I'm going ... going to ... Yuhhhhhh!" she gasped, scratching blood from his back. Her hips lurched and danced as the tickly heat turned to the utmost pleasure. She sailed through galaxies, crying out, dying with the lust that had taken over her body. Then she spiraled down, down into her bed again, fighting to get her breath.

Her father was a heavy weight, smashing her down into the mattress. He rolled off the child and they both lay on their backs in exquisite exhaustion.

The End